#i was about to continue the prev au but this one suddenly came

[hanjsquokka]

The Phantoms - [ 3RACHA ]

🎙 SYNOPSIS : A lovely independent home in the suburbs of Seoul at a low cost? You didn't question it until you found out the house came along with three extremely confused ghosts.

GENRE : ghosts, music band, rockstar, hip-hop, non idol au!

PAIRING : 3racha × fem!reader, han jisung × fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING : will contain swearing, slightly mature content such as smoke, weed, alcohol, mentions of sexual activities (no actual smut), angst, confused 3racha, ghosts, underwordly stuff (idk). This is highly inspired by the show Julie and The Phantoms!

EP 01 - you made the whole room fucking pink: moving into a new house had it's pros and cons. pros, you finally had a new place to stay in without the lady next door complaining about how loud you played your music or listen to the news from the old man who lived upstairs at four in the morning. cons, three ghosts could inhabit said house, scaring both you and themselves. but who were these ghosts and why did they dress like they were from a 2000's sitcom?

WORD COUNT : 3.5K words

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The air was electric. Jisung could feel it in his veins as they went through soundcheck. The mic in his hands, the music in his ears, Chan and Changbin right by his side- he felt like he was on top of this world. The tunes were engraved into his mind as he rapped alongside his band mates, adrenaline pumping throughout his body.

“That was amazing.” Chan said with a big smile once they finished. “So we'll start with Matryoshka and then go with Double Knot and Hoodie Season.”

“I can't believe we're going to perform in the music festival tonight.” Changbin said excitedly as they began to pack away their things.

Jisung was also excited, he was practically jumping with enthusiasm. Everything they sacrificed, all those nights they spent writing song after song, recording and producing them all on their own- everything would be worth it in a few hours. Their dream of being a hip hop group since they were in high school was finally coming true. It's been so many years, Jisung thought nostalgically, we've come so far.

“We should get something to eat. To celebrate.” Jisung suggested.

“We should get some eomuk. That shit is heavenly.” Changbin agreed, grabbing his stuff.

They found themselves walking down the streets lined with food vendors and went to the one that was selling fish cakes.

“Tonight is going to change our lives guys.” Chan said (sappily) and they started eating.

There was a… weird taste to the fish cakes.

“That's a new flavor.” Jisung muttered, but still continued eating. The last thing he remembered was people suddenly panicking before everything went black.

You nearly screamed with happiness when you found this house. You were finally starting a new chapter in your life, putting whatever happened in the past behind you and turning over a new leaf. The landlord told you that the house was previously owned by some bachelors, but he didn't tell you when they owned it. Everything in the house was covered by a thick layer of dust and cobwebs everywhere. Whoever lived there before clearly left in a hurry because almost everything a bachelor could own was still in the house- including a lot of music instruments.

With the help of your friends, Seungmin and Jeongin, you had almost officially moved into the place. Seungmin even offered to help you get rid of the instruments and equipment saying he knew some people who were producers but you declined.

“You know you could earn quite a bit of money if you sell those.” Seungmin told you one day, while you were sitting in the coffee shop Jeongin worked part time in. You met both of them in college- Seungmin was in the same year as you and Jeongin was a year younger but you all had one thing in common- your music major. College was a weird time for you. You spontaneously switched your major from Computer Science to Music mid semester in your second year and undertook Computer Science as a minor, not wanting to lose it completely.

Seungmin and Jeongin were there… during a very difficult time of your life. They're what your mother would call friends for life. And they truly were. Despite their jokes and teasing, you knew they cared deeply for you. Honestly, you were a mess when you met them. The girl that was mourning over the death of her mother for two years until she realized she didn't want to distance herself from everything her mother cherished- music. The first thing that ever came to mind when you thought about her was music. Your childhood days were filled with piano lessons and guitar classes, singing along to every song in a musical, singing in a school festival, piano recitals and so much more. And it wasn't like you were forced to do it. You loved every single second you spent with your mom. She was the light of your life, your own little superhero.

When she passed away three years ago, a large part of you died along with her. For two years, you couldn't bring yourself to touch an instrument. Because whenever you did, you could see the smile your mother would've had, the gentle hand on your shoulder and she told you how wonderfully you've grown up. It killed you.

But one day, after your very first frat party and you had a little too much alcohol, you stumbled into your dorm room and picked up that acoustic guitar you had tucked away into the depths of your closet. For some reason, you brought it along with you to college. And you played. You played your favorite song- the very first song your mother ever taught you to play on the guitar. And it felt so good.

The next morning, your roommate Hyunjae started to gush over your little drunken solo that you honestly had no memory of until she told you. She sat down with you and told you that you shouldn't waste so much talent in something like Computer Science. On a whim, you went to the administration department and it was history from there.

“Relax Min, I'll do something with them.” You said as you drank your frappuccino. “I haven't even started on the basement yet. I'll… start to clean it out this weekend.”

“Or you could use the equipment and start writing your own songs, like you wanted to.” Jeongin said, pulling another chair up to the table. “Come on Y/n, that song you wrote for the college fest was amazing! And it's been…” He started counting on his fingers, “two years since then! You graduated a year ago and I'm graduating this year… you should start putting that talent to use.”

“Writing my own songs? For what? Boy bands?”

“If that interests you.” Someone called the younger boy from the counter. “All I'm saying is, don't go wasting your skills.” And with that, he got up and went back to work.

For the rest of the week, Jeongin's words sat in your brain. When the weekend finally arrived, you decided you would tackle the basement- which seemed to be the place in the whole house where people seemed to have lived in. The house upstairs had the bare minimum everywhere but the basement had everything. Sofas were placed in one corner and there was music equipment everywhere else. Mics, speakers, a guitar hung on the wall- it was like a musician’s paradise. There were some things that seemed… out of time? Like a DVD player from twenty years ago, a bookshelf with physical albums, a really really old iPhone with earphones still plugged into it.

You looked around the room more, finding a single photo frame hung on a corner near a desk next to a faded leaflet about some music festival. It was of three young boys, probably in their twenties. The one in the middle had the biggest smile on, his arms over the shoulders of the other two. He had black hair and a friendly twinkle in his eyes. The one on his right was flexing one of his arms (which was ripped- wow) and a cheeky grin on his face. The one on the other side had a small smile on his face and made a peace sign. They looked so… happy. You wondered what happened to them to make them leave this house like this.

As you began cleaning, you didn't have the heart to throw out the photo. The equipment was also hard to discard. Most of it was in pretty good shape even though it was left here for almost twenty years.

Cleaning the basement and finishing up the rest of the house took a while. You were doing it on and off for almost three weeks, driving there straight after work, staying until you finished what you planned to do that day before heading back to your apartment that you shared with Hyunjae (yeah, you two were still pretty close even after college and got a flat together). Seungmin suggested you finish by the end of this week and you could have a small party with your friends from college and some of his friends from his job.

“Wow, this place really did a one-eighty since the last time I saw it.” Jeongin said as him and Seungmin walked into the house. They were helping you move out the old stuff that you stashed in boxes in the basement. “How did you manage to do all this in a month?”

“Perseverance. Also Netflix has a lot of shows on house makeovers.”

“Of course you watched those.” Seungmin rolled his eyes.

“Hey, this place wouldn't be this amazing if I didn't.” You lead them through the living room and to the door which lead downstairs. This room was by far your favorite in the entire house. You took Jeongin's advice and kept the instruments and decided to whip up your own little studio. You weren't quite ready to sing one your own yet. But you do know that one of Min's friends (his name was Felix or something?) was looking for a producer. You told Seungmin to invite him to the party you were holding next weekend, hoping that maybe you could pursue a job you actually liked instead of sitting in front of a computer the whole day working for a man who didn't give two shits if you was overworked or not.

“This is sick, Y/n!” Jeongin exclaimed as he looked around. The other boy had a smile on his face as well.

“Yeah. I'm going forward in the best way possible.” You smiled.

A few days later, you found yourself in the studio (you started calling the basement that), looking through the collections of CDs lining the shelves. Apart from other artists, there were a lot that looked like they were compositions of those boys from the photograph. You came across three names very frequently- CB97, SpearB and J.One, which you guessed were their names in their band called 3RACHA. You wondered where those boys were now… if they succeeded in music, if they were still friends or if they broke apart and went their separate ways.

A CD with Double Knot (Prod. CB97) written on it with permanent marker caught your eye and you decided to give it a go and listen to it and put it in the DVD player as you cleaned. The song started, a hip hop tune filling the silence of the basement. You were never really into hip hop, but you had to admit these three were talented at rapping. There was a weird scream that increased in sound playing with the rapping, which made you furrow your brows because it was playing over the rapping as the seconds went by. Maybe they were a hard rock metal band? The screaming got louder and louder, making you cover your ears until there was a flash and three boys landed in the middle of the room.

What the fuck?

You blinked.

What the actual fuck?

The boys groaned as they turned and got up. They were wearing clothes like people did in 2000's sitcoms- which was all the rage now but something told you that they weren't following the current trend in fashion.

Scary thing was… they looked strangely familiar.

You made eye contact with the one standing in the middle and with a shock, you realized who it was you screamed. And in turn, they started screaming, jumping away from where you were as the two on the side clutched onto the one in the middle. Frightened and confused, you ran past them and went upstairs.

“Okay. Maybe Min was right. I've been inhaling too much paint these days.” You panted, trying to catch my breath. “I didn't see those guys from the picture. I didn't see those guys from the picture.” You kept saying that as you walked back downstairs but you yelped when you saw them looking around the place.

One of them stepped forward, raising his hands carefully. “Okay-”

“Oh my fucking god.” You gripped onto the railing of the stairs.

“We're all a little confused here-”

“Yeah. Like for starters- what the fuck did you do to our studio?” One of the other guys interrupted. You recognized him as the guy with the small smile from the photo. This is not happening. “You made the whole room… fucking pink.” He stepped in front of the other guy who was desperately trying to hold him back. He was dressed in a hoodie and ripped jeans. A dog tag necklace hung around his neck and he had a couple of earrings on both his ears- which strangely looked very good on him. His dark hair was tousled, adding to his charm and if wasn't currently yelling at you, you would've found him cute.

“It's my house, I can do whatever I want with it.” You shot back. The confusion and fear washed away and was replaced by annoyance.

“It's not your house!-”

“Okay-” The calm guy held back the one currently accusing you of painting the room pink (it was supposed to be beige but you accidently dropped some red paint in it). “Changbin, hold onto Jisung real quick.” The last one nodded and dragged the one named Jisung further back into the room. “Sorry about that.” He let out an awkward chuckle. “You're awfully calm.”

“Why should I freak out? It's not like the three guys from the picture on the wall appeared in my basement. Nothing to freak out about there.”

He clicked his tongue. “Ah, sarcasm.” He chuckled again. You took in his appearance again. He was dressed in casual- flannel with a white t-shirt underneath and a jacket on top, a beanie on his head and small hoops adorning his ears. “But in all honesty, I have no idea what's going on either.”

“Yeah. We were having some fish cakes in the shopping center downtown.” The muscle man- Changbin you believed, spoke. “I can't believe the last thing I ate before I died was fucking eomuk.” He cursed. He was dressed in complete black- a black shirt that did nothing to hide his muscular physique loosely tucked into his black pants.

You held your breath. “So you guys are ghosts? I'm not hallucinating?”

“I think we died from food poisoning.” The one with the beanie said.

“All three of you? At the same time?”

“It was a celebratory thing. Not the food poisoning. Last night was supposed to be a really big night for us. It was supposed to change our lives.”

“Pretty sure it did.” Changbin quipped.

“Life is a dick and we just had to die two hours before the biggest performance of our entire lives.” You were beginning to think you misjudged Jisung from the photo. He was not a shy introvert.

“Last night?” Those two words caught your attention. “I bought this house a month ago and even then, it's been empty for two decades.”

A bewildered expression formed on the one in front. “A month ago? Decades? What? We were here just yesterday!”

“What do you mean?” You looked at them with a puzzled expression.

“After we floated out of the ambulance, we went to that weird dark room where Jisung cried for like an hour.”

“Did not!”

“But it was just for an hour. We just got here.”

“Okay… I don't know what's happening… but you guys died twenty years ago.” You pulled out your phone and googled their band (which you thought you should've done before instead of sitting and thinking what happened to these guys like some philosopher) and showed them the proof. “You died in 2003. It's 2023 now.”

“This is not happening.” The beanie guy said and shook his head in denial.

“So it's been twenty years.” The hot-head, Jisung, spoke. “I was crying for twenty fucking years?”

“You can get a bit emotional sometimes-” Changbin pointed out.

“Shut up!”

“Okay!” You said loudly, interrupting their bickering. “Look… I'm sorry about what happened to you guys. Truly. But this is my studio now. I spent almost my entire savings on this house. I can't…” Your voice cracked. “I'm not…” You let out a groan of frustration. “What I'm saying is, this is my home now. And I'm going to have people over this weekend and I'm not planning to scare off my friends.”

“L-Look. Just give us a second, yeah?” The beanie guy cleared his throat. “My name's Bang Chan… you can call me Chan, if you'd like to.” He bowed lightly in greeting.

“I'm Changbin.” The muscle guy bowed, forcing the other guy to do the same by bending his head forward. “And this menace is Jisung.”

“Y/n.” I said.

“You're not gonna kick us out-”

Before Chan could finish his sentence, the basement door flung open and down came Jeongin holding a glass dish. “You should really start locking your front door.” You froze, along with the three ghosts. What was Jeongin going to think when he saw three guys in your basement so late at night? “Who were you talking to?”

Did he not… “I was on the phone… with my coworker. I was inviting her… to the party this weekend.” You said slowly. You couldn't really tell if Jeongin truly didn't see 3RACHA or if he was thinking of a way to ask you.

“That's nice. Hyunjae asked me to drop this over here since her shift was taking too long.” He raised the dish in his hand. “It's your favorite kimchi.”

“Oh… Thank you Jeongin.”

“You sure you're alright, Y/n?”

“I'm fine.” You clambered up the stairs, pulling the boy along with me. “Long day, that's all.”

“Stressed about the party?” Jeongin asked once you were in the kitchen.

“I asked Seungmin to invite his friend… Felix.”

“Oh yeah, that guy. You plan on producing for him?”

“I would like to. He's super talented though, so I'm kind of nervous about it.” You would've focused on talking with Jeongin except for the fact that the three ghosts appeared in the living room, making you freeze in your spot. You still didn't know if you were the only person who could see them. Maybe he could hear them?

“You're underestimating yourself. You're good at this. Making music. You're going to be our producer with I convince Seungmin to finally form that duo we've been talking about for years.”

You chuckled awkwardly, your eyes darting from the ghosts to Jeongin. “I definitely will…”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Okay, I'll get out of your hair now. Don't forget to lock the door behind me. And call if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Once the door was locked securely, you whipped your head around but the ghosts weren't there anymore. You found them back in the basement. Somehow, they were moving their equipment around which wasn't supposed to be possible since, well, they were ghosts.

“How are you doing that?” You asked hesitantly.

“Don't question the laws of ghostly physics.” Chan said jokingly, pointing a mic at you.

“Don't mind us. We're just going play for a little. Pick up where we left off yesterday- er, twenty years ago?- Never mind.” Changbin shook his head and continued fiddling with the DVD player. Jisung stayed quite the entire time. It was totally opposite to how he was earlier. He worked in silence, looking through the shelves as if he was checking if you threw away any part of his collection. “We're not disturbing you, right?”

“I guess not…” You swallowed. “But just keep it down. I've had a long day and I need to rest.”

“Don't worry. We won't interrupt your beauty sleep.” Jisung said snarkily.

“You could try being nice for once, you know? I met you not one hour ago and all you've done is be rude.” You said pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well sorry. You had a bad day. I had a bad twenty years.” He stepped closer until he was an inch away from your face. “I was so close to achieving the one thing I wanted to do in life and I lost it in the blink of an eye.” He looked away, clenching his jaw. “I need air.” He suddenly disappeared, making me jump back a little in surprise.

“Jisung… isn't usually like that.” Chan spoke after a moment. “He's actually pretty nice. He just needs a little time to gather his thoughts.”

“I hope so.” You nodded. “The couch isn't that comfortable to sleep in, so I'll get you something to sleep on- if- if you still do that. And you can use the bathroom upstairs, if you'd like.”

“That's really nice of you. Thank you, Y/n.” Chan smiled.

“This is… really weird.” You shook your head and went back upstairs. Maybe you'd wake up and realize it was all a really long lucid dream you had.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : yes i had to bring back the pre-debut menace sksjsks it just fit in so well with the story. let me know your thoughts in the comments <3

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ACT 2

@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau @tmntaucompetition @littlemissartemisia @shiveagit @shiveagit-arts @thevoidbrothers @noval1t @kathaynesart @bluepeachstudios @amevello-blue

CW: Zombies, epic fight scenes, cringe musical references, and character death

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Names and abbreviations (sorry there's a lot, we have a big cast for today's performances!) : UIFY = Until I Found You NFIF = No Fun in Fungus Leon = UIFY Leonardo 'Phael = UIFY Raphael DvD / Don = UIFY Donatello Mike/Mikey/Micheal = UIFY Michelangelo AudRaph = Swayed Raphael AudreyTello = Swayed Donatello LeonAudro = Swayed Leonardo MichelAudrelo = Swayed Michelangelo AudRai = Swayed Karai rhg!Donnie/Don/Donatello = Rise Hunger Games AU Donatello Raph = NFIF Raphael Donnie/Dee = NFIF Donatello Leo = NFIF Leonardo Angie/Angelo = NFIF Michelangelo

After a brief intermission...

"So," Leon sighed, as he leaned against the bottom panel of the couch Mikey was resting on, "What do we do now?"

"We lay low," rhg!Donnie stated flatly. "I don't have enough supplies to make any more small explosions like the ones I used to save you guys."

"How could we possibly 'lay low'? There's a zombie apocalypse going on outside!" Spider-Shine exclaimed. "At any point, they'll be able to break down the door and get in here!"

"We can't stay, anyways," April noted. "We have to get to the room where it all started."

"Why do you wanna be in the room where it happens?" Spider-Gal questioned. "What possible reason could there be to go straight into the heart of enemy territory?"

"Aside from killing the evil mushroom that resides there with a mystical bomb?" said DvD flatly. "None whatsoever."

"Wait, could we go back to the part where you have a bomb?" Abby asked, raising her hand. "What bomb?"

"The TNT," 'Phael said, motioning to the box-shaped explosive in the corner of the room.

"OH THAT THING?! I thought that was just a prop or something for the lounge room with the Minecraft..."

"No, that is apparently our one and only hope to destroy the fungus that has taken over the entire competition."

The room went silent.

"...I'm sorry, a what did what?"

"A fungus. Took over the competition," DvD repeated. "Very simple."

"Not quite," Omega said, his icon furrowing its brow. "I fail to understand how mildew could overthrow an entire competition."

"It's an airborne fear fungus, when you inhale it you see your worst fears come to life," 'Phael explained. "And, in some cases, the fungus can kind of... take control of you."

"Like... mind control?" rhg!Donnie asked, looking concerned.

"Yeh, pretty much. It's almost as if it possesses you."

"That would explain all the zombies," Ghost nodded. "And the way to get them all free from the fungus is to... blow it up?"

"Not quite," came an extra voice that startled everyone in the room. Diana screamed suddenly and pointed to April's head. Crawling out of her curls was the Hand.PNG, creepy as ever. April grabbed for the hand and threw it across the room. It never hit the wall, it vanished before that could happen, and reappeared on the table in the center of the room.

"As I was saying," it said, clearing its throat... how it did that was beyond them all. "The TNT will destroy the fungus, yes, but it won't destroy them all at once."

"Like with the Chitari in Avengers --"

"'PHAEL, WHAT DID WE SAY ABOUT THE POP CULTURE REFERENCES--!"

"Sorry, Leon--"

"Ahem, continuing," the hand continued, "The mushroom can be destroyed, but that will not destroy the spores infecting the rest of the competitors. It will only continue to spread from one host to another. You will need to come up with a way to free them all and destroy the spores for good."

"So, what do we do?" Abby asked nervously, Diana holding her hand tightly.

"I would suggest creating an anti-serum," Omega offered.

"Anti-serum?" Mikey croaked.

"Yes. If we could get a sample of the spores--"

"--We could make a formula that could take them down!" DvD finished excitedly. "But, would that be enough?"

"What if you had the DNA of something already immune to the spores?" the Hand.PNG asked.

"That would work," DvD said with a smile, already gripping his tech-bō and ready to take his own shot at the creepy crawly.

"Here," April said, taking off her jacket with the smudge of the Hand's black blood smeared across it. "You can use this!"

"Ah... yes... that works perfectly. Gives me no acceptable reason to injure the hand further. Wonderful."

"Glad to help!" April laughed, knowing exactly what she did.

DvD took the jacket to the kitchenette and started to analyze the hemoglobin, with Omega assisting. Ghost and rhg!Donnie joined in as well, each one working on a different section of the process.

A short time later -- but just enough time for Mikey and Leon to have nodded off -- the Donnies returned with two vials.

"We have a solution," DvD said with a proud grin, accidentally waking up the exhausted ornate box turtle and his red-eared slider brother.

"We've managed to isolate the deoxyribonucleic acid of the hand -- as well as the spores themselves -- from the sample April provided. We reverse-engineered the isotopes to isolate the immunity that Hand.PNG has to the --"

"In ENGLISH, nerd-brain," Diana interjected, getting a quick chuckle from Abby and Leon.

"We made a cure and a vaccine," Ghost stated plainly.

"What's the difference?" Spider-Gal asked, cocking her head to the side.

"The cure is for everyone who is already infected," Omega explained. "It will essentially destroy the infection and free them from the hive mind. They'll be a bit disoriented from the experience. But other than that they'll be perfectly fine."

"Okay, so what's the vaccine?"

"The vaccine is for us," Spider-Dee said, coming forward and tapping the vial. "It was made specifically with the Hand.PNG's DNA markers. Because the hand is not only immune, it's almost as if it's part of them. The genetic makeup of the hand and the spores is eerily similar... the zombies don't see it as a threat because they assume it's one of them already!"

"That's what the vaccine does," rhg!Donnie finished. "It not only acts as a blockade against the infection, but it also creates markers that the zombies pick up, almost like pheromones. They won't bother us, because they'll perceive that we're already infected like them!"

"Will it work?" 'Phael asked. "I mean... did you test it?"

"Did you see us leave the room?" DvD answered somewhat snarkily.

"Don' hafta get so snippy about it, I was just askin'..."

"A'ight, lads, no need to start a whole bull and cow goin'," Slider-Punk interrupts, stepping in between the two. "We're all a little on edge 'ere. 'Phael makes a good point though -- how d'ya know it's gonna work?"

"Because we made it," Spider-Dee explains with a smug grin.

"And because I ran countless simulations and tests on the possible side effects and hypothetical reactions," Omega adds.

"And because we have no other alternative," the Hand.PNG states. "We're out of time and resources for the moment. It will have to work."

"Right," DvD sighs, taking a small syringe and filling it with some of the glowing blue fluid. "Who wants to get their flu shot first?"

One by one, the competitors all received the injection, though Mikey took his rather shakily and needed Leon to hold his hand.

As the last person received their dose, the sounds of a mob trying to barge in began to cease. The room fell silent.

"It's... it's working? It's working!" rhg!Donnie chuckled. "Not that I ever doubted."

Leon crept to the door, unbolted it, and slowly cracked it open. Blue mist filtered into the room as he continued to open the door bit by bit. He stepped outside, cautiously looking around at the empty hall as the zombies meandered about sluggishly.

"I guess... we're good to go!" he said with a smile, as he came back into the room. "Now all we need is my grand plan of action to attack Audrey III and rescue the guys."

"We'll probably need a distraction," Diana suggested. "Something to get the shroom's attention focused in one direction while the rest go in to spray it with weedkiller or whatever."

"Something big and loud and preferably purple," Spider-Dee proposed.

"I could probably make something from what we have in the room," DvD offered. "I still have my tech-bō, and my travel tools... plus some spare uranium I bring along for special occasions."

"YOU HAVE URANIUM WITH YOU?!" Leon shouted as he jumped from his spot. "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST USE THAT FOR THE BOMB??"

"... Quite obviously, because that would kill everyone. And I may be wrong, but that seems a bit counterintuitive to what we're trying to accomplish, wouldn't you agree?"

"..."

"..."

"... I'm going to sit back down, now."

"Probably for the best," DvD nodded.

"So, a big distraction of musical finale proportions, hmm?" Abby asked excitedly, rubbing her hands together as she schemed. "Maybe I'll be able to stick the landing properly this time..."

"It would certainly get that overgrown toadstool's attention," 'Phael agreed. "So, we'll make a big to-do with the Donnies while the rest go in to rescue the swayed!"

"Once you detonate the bomb, the spores in the area will dissipate," the Hand.PNG reminded them. "But that will not free the zombies. You will need to administer the antidote to as many as you can as quickly as possible in order to keep the fight to a minimum. You don't need any more people getting hurt on behalf of Audrey III."

"Great, then let's--"

"Not you, Mikey," Leon said, pressing his brother back into the couch cushions before he could stand up all the way. "You're staying here."

"WHAT?!" Mikey yelled, straining his vocal chords yet again. "But I wanna help--!"

"I know you do. But I can't have you get hurt again. We just patched you back up! Mikey, I know how badly you want to help everyone, I know how much you care, but if you go out there again you will overdo it and get hurt, or worse -- and I am not about to watch you die again!"

That was cruel. Mikey knew that if the situation wasn't so dire, Leon wouldn't have brought that up in front of so many strangers, he wouldn't have wanted to mention something so delicate in front of the others... No, he would.... He did that on purpose, Mikey realized! He wanted to get them on his side. Intentionally make them worried so that they would do whatever Leon wanted to keep his brother in the room. Mikey scowled at Leon -- what a dirty trick to play! And it worked, he saw how everyone's heads turned to him with wide and frightened eyes.

"...Fine," he grumbled, crossing his arms and pouting angrily.

"And because I know you'll try to sneak out the moment we leave, I'm going to have to ask someone to stay behind with you--"

"I'll do it," rhg!Donnie quickly volunteered. "I'll stay behind."

"Abby's staying here too," Diana added, pulling her friend by the arm to force her onto the couch with Micheal to rest. "And so am I. I promised I'd look after her and make sure she was safe. That means no epic musical battles against giant fungus," she said, giving her friend a loving glare.

"Aw, phooey."

"The more, the merrier," Mikey grumbled.

"So, that's settled then," Ghost said. "The kids will stay here--"

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, the kids and rhg!Donnie will stay here," he corrected, "and the rest of us will be heading out to war."

"Alright! Let's go an' have ourselves a right barn owl with the giant mould!" Slider-Punk shouted, grabbing his guitar and playing a quick riff to further express his excitement.

"Let's go, then."

Mikey, Abby, Diana, and rhg!Donnie watched as the others left the room one by one.

"It is for the best," Hand.PNG said quietly, climbing onto Mikey's shoulder.

It had only been maybe five minutes since the rest of the 'resistance' had left, but Michael was still pouting sadly and grumbling to himself.

"You know that they only want to see you safe."

"Yeah, yeah, I know that. But I'm not some weak little invalid! I could help somehow! Even without my powers, I could still do something!"

"Of that I have no doubt. But you must stay, if only to keep your brothers at ease."

Mikey sighed, sliding deeper under his blanket.

Abby and Diana were sitting by the kitchenette, making themselves some popcorn and scarfing down some snack cakes they'd found. rhg!Donnie was sitting by the faux fireplace, getting nice and warm. Michael's thoughts wandered back to something he'd heard the hand say before.

"...What did you mean when you said 'it isn't meant to end this way'?"

"Pardon?"

Mikey reached over and let the hand crawl onto his palm, carrying it over to rest on his lap so that he could see it properly.

"Earlier in the hall, before the others rescued us. You said that it wasn't meant to end that way. What did you mean by that?"

The hand paused.

"...Are you sure you want to know the answer?"

"I think so," Mikey whispered.

"Very well. You recall I spoke to you of the 'authors'? Well, your story is very important to them."

"So... these authors can see the future?"

"Sometimes. In some ways."

"So, then why is all this terrible stuff happening to us? Why, if they're like... our deities?"

"They are not gods, only storytellers. The story has gotten away from them... you see, they have melded your stories together -- Until I Found You, and No Fun in Fungus. Things were never meant to become so dire, but events have spiralled beyond their control, and so they have sent me to help you."

"You... know them? My author?"

"I should hope so. She created me."

"What??" Mikey asked, taken aback by the statement. "Why would... I thought you were created for the spores! I thought the other author made you!"

"...I WAS created for the spores. But I was not made by the spores' author."

"I thought your purpose was to torment people--"

"My purpose was to be one who delivers -- almost like that of a postman, at first."

"At first?" Mikey asked.

"My purpose has changed since then..."

The hand heaved a forlorn sigh, as it twiddled its fingers.

"You would not understand, but... I am not a villain. I'm not even meant to be an antagonist. Believe it or not, I was given the task to rescue. To save a life."

"Save...? Save who?" he asked nervously.

"Why, Leonardo, of course."

"Leon? But he --"

"Not your Leon. NFIF Leonardo."

Mikey's stutter worsened as he tried to comprehend what the Hand.PNG was saying. Save Leonardo?? How, when it was the one who doomed him?

The hand proceeded to explain...

"I was originally made by your author to deliver the spores. She had envisioned me as an extension of herself, in the beginning. A representative. But as time went on, others came to take advantage of my usefulness, and I became what you might call 'a fad'. I was seen as a joke, a means for the other authors to express themselves and share their stories. A plot device, as it were. She didn't mind. She was glad something so simple as I could be used as much as I was. But then... it got out of control. Too many authors were using me, too many contestants were getting spored, and your friends were getting worried for the contestants' safety. NFIF Leonardo began to blame himself; he'd thought he'd started another apocalypse."

"A-another...?" Mikey asked, voice fading with fear at the thought of what that meant.

"It is a long story, but essentially NFIF Leonardo -- and many similar Leonardos here -- made an honest mistake that rippled across time and had unforeseen consequences. Leo had managed to keep the destruction from happening, but he still holds on to the guilt that it was almost because of him that his world was destroyed. And then... the spore outbreak. He blamed himself again. Your author saw his pain, and couldn't let him take the blame for something he did not do. But how could she tell him that? She couldn't speak to him directly. Authors rarely can, without tearing the fabric of their universe to shreds, or breaking the fourth wall. She needed a means to communicate to him that it was not his fault. So she changed my purpose, and sent me to help make it clear that I had stolen the spores from him to begin with. She changed my purpose, from deliverer... to scapegoat."

"So... what were you saving Leo from?"

"Himself."

Mikey didn't know what to say to that. The Hamatos were filled with selfless martyrs and sacrificial dum-dums...

"...What about me? Why would the author do that to save Leo, but let me die?"

"But you didn't die. You came back. She would never have let it go that far. And... you may not like this... but your 'sudden departure' was necessary."

"NECESSARY?"

"As I said, the story was getting away from the authors. She couldn't see an ending, she couldn't find the resolution. Too many people were becoming swayed by Audrey III, and you were losing hope. She needed the tides to turn in your favour, and she knew that I had a soft spot for your stories. The only way I would leave the fear fungus was if..."

"...If you saw how terrible things were getting. If you saw what would happen to us -- to me, if they continued."

"Yes. I could not see the true result of my actions unless I was faced with the consequences. But your author would never let you die like that. You're her favourite, after all..."

"I am?" Mikey asked, somewhat conflicted about this fact.

"Your story has only begun, dear one. And your author is very excited to see where it leads. After all, you are the one who managed to save your brothers and bring them together..."

Mikey pondered this. Mikey wondered... Was that his real superpower? Not these stupid mystic golden chains and magic spells he could concoct, but the ability to love people and bring them together?

"I must go now, your family needs my help."

The hand vanished into shadow, fading away in an instant.

Mikey thought about it. Your family needs your help.

He started to stand up.

"Hey, did you need something?" rhg!Donnie went to his side, trying to get him to lay back down.

"Yes, I need you to help take me to Audrey III."

"What?!" Abby yelled, nearly spilling her bowl of popcorn. "But Leon said to --"

"Screw what Leon said!" Mikey snapped. "I'm going to help them."

"You can barely walk!" Diana protested.

"That's why I need rhg!Donnie to carry me," Mikey said, grabbing the human version of his brother by the sleeves and tugging hard. "Please. If you don't, I'll drag myself there. I'll crawl, if I have to!"

"Mikey, please, be reasonable--!"

"No, you don't understand! I need to help them, they need us!"

"Us?" rhg!Donnie asked. "What do you mean by 'us'?"

"All of us! They don't realize how tough it's going to be, they're gonna need all the help they can get!"

Mikey shakily pulled himself up onto his feet as he looked around the room at the others.

"Look, we were all brought here for a reason. I don't know why, maybe because we have a bond, or because we all have something special in common, or whatever! But we're here regardless, and we're needed. They need our help."

rhg!Donnie pulled the note out from his pocket and read it over again.

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔! 𝚆𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙…

"...Even if you're right," he sighed, shoving the paper back into his pocket, "that's no reason to throw yourself into the fray."

"It's reason enough!" Mikey shouted, on the verge of tears. "It's family! The people I love!! Can't you understand that?! Wouldn't you do anything at all in the world -- in the multiverse -- if it meant you could keep your family safe?? No matter the cost??"

rhg!Donnie stared at Mikey.

He refused to cry. He refused to show just how right Mikey was. He wouldn't let this version of his brother see him like that. No matter how badly he wanted to hold him, cradle him gently, and promise that no matter what he would do anything for every version of his brothers.

"Okay then. Let's go."

"No! You're not going to stop me that... easily... I'm sorry, what?"

"I said let's go," rhg!Donnie repeated, immediately lifting Mikey up and carrying him out the door. "Are you girls coming too, or what?"

Abby and Diana looked at each other and shrugged.

"I guess we're all going down in musical flames," Diana groaned.

"You sound awfully Les Miserable about it," Abby joked.

"Don't even start."

"Well, if anything, all the music is gonna make quite that beautiful sound...!"

DvD and the others made their way through the maze of corridors and open areas and secret halls, walking (or web-swinging in the Spider-Teetlez' case) as quietly as they could. The vaccine would make the zombies see them as one of their own, but DvD and the other Donnies had concerns that if one of them should say the wrong thing, it would attract the bad kind of attention.

So they went on their way without saying a word to one another, down the halls as zombies passed by, muttering to themselves and whinging over whatever nightmare they were trapped in. Their footsteps echoed down the halls, the soft whimpers and moans of the infected like winds whistling down the lane.

Like silence, but not really silent. Just that still sort of quiet...

Ghost raised his hand, signalling to the others to come to a full stop.

They'd arrived at the room.

"Okay, everyone, you know the drill," Dvd whispered at them. "Time for our big opening number..."

"Why hasn't she succumbed yet?" AudreyTello asked, starting to become irritated with the little wretch in the cage of vines, who was still screaming and kicking and crying in anger, raging against the hallucinations.

"She is stronger than we assumed," AudRai noted, placing her hand over the cage and viewing the hallucination for herself. "It appears that in her nightmare, she ate her way through the door and--"

"I'm sorry, ATE her way through?!"

"Yes."

"How?! Never mind, I don't want to know," he growled. "At this point, I'm willing to throw her outside and let her fight the fear somewhere else, her constant screams are giving us a headache..."

AudRaph walked over to her and gingerly took her hand.

"What are you doing?" AudRai questioned.

"...Nothing," AudRaph said, rubbing his thumb over Misa's tiny fist. "Simply trying to help her assimilate."

"I don't CARE about assimilation!" AudreyTello screamed, smashing his bō staff into the wall and causing cracks to splinter across it. "She's driving us insane with her banshee screeches!!" he growled, gripping the staff to the point where he might break it. "Donatello has nearly reached his limit with this noise. I swear, if one more thing --"

A loud racket started playing outside the room, a guitar that reverberated and nearly caused the walls of the room to collapse.

"WELL, OF COURSE THAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. HE MUST BE PSYCHIC."

AudreyTello stomped over to the door and flung it open, finding a hundred purple lights and drones flying around the hall, swirling together to create a mimicry of DvD's face.

AudreyTello's staff transformed, weapons building together and turrets mounting on his shoulders as speakers continued booming heavy rock and roll music. The enormous DvD face smiled down at him, eyes glowing bright as purple smoke started to cover the floor.

"YOU DARE CHALLENGE DONATELLO VON DRAXUM?"

AudreyTello gripped the weaponized bō and pointed it at him.

"This competition isn't big enough for two supervillains," AudreyTello sneered, hoping to get under his skin with the accusation.

"OH, YOU'RE A VILLAIN ALRIGHT -- JUST NOT A 'SUPER' ONE!"

"Oh, really?" AudreyTello swept his foot back, readying his stance for a fight. "And tell me, what is the difference?"

The drones moved, making the giant head open its mouth dramatically as DvD -- having changed from his casual wear into his formal Draxum attire, complete with glowing visor, protruding tusks, and flowing cape -- strutted out with an enormous grin on his face, arms extended as if to accept applause.

"PRESENTATION!!"

A laser light show ignited as the drones flew in different directions all at once, mimicking an explosion and dancing around AudreyTello dramatically. The music burst, electric guitars and drums creating a soundscape around the two.

"So, we've gone from musicals to Megamind, have we?"

AudreyTello grinned maliciously.

"Very well. I can acclimate."

He jumped forwards, firing the torpedoes and missiles at the son of Draxum. The drones holding him up dropped suddenly, letting him fall to the ground. He activated his own tech-bō, creating a large rocket-powered mechanical fist that he swung at AudreyTello. The swayed NFIF member ducked at the last second, shielding himself with an enormous photon cannon. The blast from the cannon shot him backwards, out of reach from DvD, who growled angrily at him.

"You wouldn't hurt me, you wouldn't hurt your friend Dee?" AudreyTello asked, making a sad baby face at him before bursting out in mad cackles. "I'm only a sad, lonely little mushroom!"

DvD gritted his teeth.

"You may be a mushroom, but you're going down all the same."

"HA!" AudreyTello laughed, as he swung his bō at DvD.

"Your mouth's talking trash!"

Another swing.

"You'd better rinse it."

Another.

"Your meat is minced --"

He lunged...

"-- I'm here to mince it!"

He landed on DvD, who pushed him back with his own tech-bō.

"I'm gonna have this world, now give me some space; I'm gonna wipe that stupid grin off of your stupid face! I'll put you in--"

DvD ducked.

"I'll put you in --"

DvD dodged.

"I'll put you in your place!!"

DvD rolled back, getting his tech-bō ready to reveal another impossibly futuristic high-tech weapon. AudreyTello chuckled at him, rolling his glowing eyes.

"What exactly was your objective, here? To stop me? Single-handedly?? Just a lone Donatello up against the might Audrey III?"

"Well, I wouldn't say 'lone' Donatello..." DvD retorted with a grin.

White sticky thread suddenly wrapped around AudreyTello, tying his arms to his waist. Spider-Dee swung circles around him, continuing to wrap him in webbing, tighter and tighter as he shouted his protests. Spider-Dee landed on the ground and swung AudreyTello over his shoulders, sending the swayed turtle flying. AudreyTello activated his ninpo once again, creating jet wings that sliced through the webbing and slowed his descent. AudreyTello gave a quick turn and soared back at them, readying his weapons when a heavy body jumped him and caused him to crash into the ground. Ghost rolled into the tumble and regained his footing almost immediately, taking out his own cracked bō staff and preparing to spar.

"Snap outta it, kid," Ghost said, voice low and gravelly. "We know this isn't you. We know you don't want to actually hurt us."

"Oh, do we, now?" AudreyTello chuckled, rising from the floor and rubbing his chin. "Let's test that little theory, shall we?"

He went to jump at them again when the drones suddenly surrounded him, each one blasting light in his face and disorienting him.

"Protocol: Blinded-By-The-Light is functioning properly!" Omega called out from the sidelines as he ordered the drones to carry the villain into the air and drop him while DvD and Spider-Dee continued the assault.

As all the Donatellos fought, the rest of the group made their way to the room.

"Where's the hand?" Leon whisper-shouted at the group.

"Here," the disembodied limb stated, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"Well, that never gets old," Leon grumbled sarcastically. "Where do we put the TNT so we don't hurt anyone?"

"Round the back. I will show you," it said, skittering along the side of the walls and leading them to the preferred spot...

Inside the room, AudRaph paced back and forth.

"What is all that commotion?!"

"Donatello is having some difficulties dealing with the pests," AudRai informed him.

Raphael flinched upon the word "pest", the glow in his eyes flickering slightly as he turned to look at Leo.

"You're losing control again," MichelAudrelo growled. "How are you so pathetic that a weakling like him can challenge your power?"

AudRaph snapped his head to glare at MichelAudrelo.

"I'm done taking your calumny. I'm going outside to see what's holding Donatello up..."

"...If we set the explosives off, won't it cause structural damage?" Spider-Gal asked as they approached the selected spot.

"I would imagine so," the Hand.PNG stated flatly. "But because it is charged with your ninpo, it should protect the competition building as a whole and keep the damage to a minimum. It's designed to destroy the mushroom..."

"Wait, but LEO's a PART of the mushroom!" April protested. "I saw him!"

"Yes, I know. But your ninpo should keep him safe --"

"HEY!" a gruff voice shouted at them. The group turned around to see AudRaph barreling towards them. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Eeeouugh, boy," Leon groaned. "Um, everybody scatter?"

"But what about--!"

"Go," the hand ordered, its voice soft and melancholy. "I will make sure the TNT is charged and set."

"Wait, what are you going to do--"

Before April could get an answer, Spider-Gal had grabbed her by the arm and was already swinging her to safety.

"You traitor!!" AudRaph yelled, stomping towards the Hand.PNG. "Why would you fight against us?! How could you switch sides?"

"Because, my dear Raphael," the hand sighed as it pulled the TNT to its final resting place and ignited the fuse.

"It was never meant to be..."

If this was the price to pay to save them all, then it was alright to take the sacrifice. One had to pay one's accounts, after all... and at least it got to enjoy a few good stories.

They would understand. And no one would miss it. Which was good, so no tears would be shed.

There had been enough already...

AudRaph managed to take a few steps away as the sparks reached the bottom of the fuse.

Boom.

End of Act 2

Act 3

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OUR SEESAW - Chapter 16

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, drugs, explicit sex

Words: 3k

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Chapter 16 - Bulletproof

The first part of her narration had to do with her family life, Emmy did not leave any detail out. At times she had to stop to take a breath and be able to continue, and that's how Yoongi found out what Emmy was carrying inside of her. He listened in silence to the story of how Emm's family had seen his mother-in-law suddenly fade away, how a depression that was never well treated ended up consuming her. And even more painful than that was hearing what came next.

It took Emmy a long time, but she opened up as she had never done with anyone, not even the many psychologists she had seen. The girl completely bared her past and her soul that morning and it was impossible to hold her tears, luckily, Yoongi's hand grabbing hers motivated her to continue, and when she felt that she couldn't take it anymore, the musician let her rest her head on his shoulder for as long as she needed to continue. Thus, Yoongi learned what her childhood and adolescence were like, both plunged into both terrible loneliness and psychological abuse by Seri. He already understood the terrible trauma that Emmy felt towards her sister and her father, the guilt that had accompanied her for as long as she could remember. He heard how Seri tried her best to push any company of Emmy, the only ones that were constant were Woosung, Hobi, and Mr. Siu.

Her father was always an absent figure, he tried to reach out to her a few times, but nothing worked. Her mother, for her part, had tried even more than her father. Emmy had very clear memories of when she was a child and her mother came to visit her in her room. She now understood that this happened when the antidepressants allowed it; yet, postpartum depression would trigger again every time she was with her youngest daughter, so in the long run, the doctor forbade her to keep trying. That is why the girl had taken such strong blows since she was a child, she used to get excited thinking that finally her relationship with her parents would change, but that never happened.

“My adolescence coincided with the time when mum was worse, her pills ended up cutting her off from our family. In those years everything got out of control, and even though Hobi and Woo were with me, it wasn't enough. I… I found another way to deal with everything, something that was temporary, but that cost me dearly. Yoongs, I thought I could control it, but I can't." She said with her gaze fixed on the ground and when the musician tried to take her hand, Emmy moved it while she shook her head negatively, there was no human force that convinced her to look Yoongi in the eyes. “Baby, I can't do this alone, I can't fight this alone, not anymore. I've tried to do it because I want to be okay and be able to enjoy what I have with you. I mean... this has been the best thing that has happened to me, but I can't. I can't stop doing drugs. I thought about leaving. Today, when I woke up, I thought that the best thing was to get away from you and not put you through this, I was convinced to do it because I'm afraid. I'm so scared, Yoongi. And I'm not even afraid just of drugs, I'm afraid of loving you this way, I couldn't bear to lose you like I've lost many people before… not you. I may ignore many things about relationships, but I think I love you, Yoongs. It hurts so bad to think about losing you that I swear there have been times when I can't take it, but I can't fool you anymore. This is what I am.” Finally, the girl was able to look at Yoongi's dark and teary eyes. “I love you, Yoongs, I KNOW I love you. If this is the only time I can tell you this, you have to know how good my heart feels when I have you around. I've adored you every moment since I heard you play for the first time, I've loved with all my soul what we have. Thank you for appearing in my life and changing it in this way. Thank you for looking at me like I always dreamed of being looked at. I wanted to be the person you deserve by your side, but…”

"Emm" he called with a deep and faltering voice. "Stop, please." It was his time to talk.

Yoongi didn't rush things; instead, when he asked Emmy to stop, the musician bit his lower lip and took a deep breath. It was not easy at all, it was not a casual topic and of course, it was devastating to hear every word from Emmy, but fortunately, Yoongi's nature let him express himself properly.

"You are already the person I deserve and want by my side." He said with total and utter certainty, never taking his gaze from hers for a second. “Emm, I'd repeat a thousand times more the day I saw you for the first time. I was limited to living in a monotonous way, and then... I saw you, you smiled and I had no choice but to madly fall in love with you. I changed your life? Baby, you made me know that there are parts of me that only exist when I'm with you, and those parts have made me understand that not everything is wrong with me. Before you… Emmy, before you I was tormented by all kinds of monsters every night, and the only way to keep going was through music. But without even intending to do it, you silenced each one of my demons. Please don't go, freckles. Walking away from the only person I want to try everything with would kill me. Every time I look at you I think the same thing 'Please, let this be forever'. I love you, Emm, you're the first person I tell it to, and the only one I'll tell it to."

Yoongi said that last thing, wiping away the tears that fell down his cheeks, but also showing her a tender and honest smile. "I know it's a lot to ask you to believe me and just ignore all your fears, but I'm saying this from the bottom of my heart, sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I still remember when you held my hand for the first time, I never imagined that it could feel so good, in the same way, I couldn't bear the pain of knowing that you'd never do it again. I beg you, try to trust in us. I know that you love what we have, and that you'd be capable of anything to protect our relationship, but it's not just you who think so, Emm. I'd also give anything to be by your side, to see you happy. Were you really worried about how I'd see you after you told me all this? My love, don't you see how strong and brave you are? Even with your heart broken by everything you've been through, you've loved me selflessly from the beginning. Even with your face full of tears, you're the strongest person I know. What happened with your mom was NOT your fault, you deserve all the love in the world and I'm sure your mom knew that, that's why she kept trying to get close to you despite how she felt. How your father and sister acted and felt has absolutely nothing to do with you. Now... regarding the other issue... baby, you can try to sedate the pain you feel, but that doesn't work, that doesn't stop the bleeding. I understand you, I know how tiring it is to feel low and to feel that you're not capable of dreaming of a better future. But you can, freckles, and you're not alone anymore, you won't be alone anymore."

“Yoongi, do you actually want to continue in a relationship where your girlfriend…?”

“Where my girlfriend is a wonderful person? Of course I want to."

“Yoongs… you know what I want to tell you.”

“Baby, all wounds can be healed when treated properly. It's okay to cry, to feel sad about everything you've been through, but you also need to understand that you're strong enough to get out of it. It won't be easy, it'll be a long and steep road, but you're not going to walk it alone. And if you feel that your world is falling apart, come to mine, I'll always be there for you."

"Aren't you scared?"

"No" He answered completely sure. “I'm worried about you because I want to see you well and happy, but this doesn't scare me. I know we're going to get through it." He assured her with a tender smile. “We'll seek all the help you need and I'll be by your side at all times.”

“I love you, Yoongs.”

“I love you too, Freckles.” He said taking his girlfriend in his arms and hugging her as strong as she needed. "This doesn't define you, baby."

Emmy told him about the Bivouac and how this club was the favorite place of the upper class, not only because of the easy access to drugs but because of the freedom they had in that place to do what they pleased. The girl told him that even those serious politicians who seemed to have perfect families occasionally went there to have their affairs. However, what happened in the Bivouac stayed there and was never talked about. Now Yoongi fully understood why Hobi hated that his friends went there. It wasn't that he was bothered by what Woosung and Emmy were doing with their romantic life, but rather that he seriously cared about everything they had access to. Despite everything Emmy told her boyfriend, she never got a surprised or judgmental look from him. Yoongi's stoic nature allowed Emm to feel completely comfortable with him.

Emmy was very serious about wanting to quit her addiction, but Yoongi was also serious when he told her that he would support her, and that same day he did something that was not common for him, he asked for the day off from all his jobs.

“Yongs, are you sure? You may have problems.”

"Don't worry. We have some things to do and I promised you that I'd be with you.” He responded with a kind smile.

That morning they both found out which doctors were the best to help Emmy. Thanks to the name and influence of the girl, it was not difficult for them to book an appointment for that same day. Talking about her addiction again was not so difficult for Emmy, Yoongi's company during that first appointment was crucial to achieving it. The serenity of the musician and the security that he conveyed to his girlfriend made her feel that she was only going through a difficult time, but that she could overcome it. In addition, it helped a lot that the doctor was a very kind woman with whom Emmy felt comfortable from the beginning.

“The first thing will be detoxification. I try to get the person through the detox on an outpatient basis; that is, that you experience the symptoms at home, in your comfort zone, with timely medical assistance when necessary. But if your circumstances prevent it, you must enter a detoxification unit or center so that withdrawal symptoms don't induce you to relapse. I know you have the financial means to go through this at home; however, I'm concerned that you live alone. You could hire a nurse to accompany you, or you can stay at the hospital. Normally, the process varies between two weeks or a month.”

With a sad sigh, Emmy nodded. She knew she had no choice, but she was terrified of going through it alone in a place she didn't even know. However, her boyfriend was the one who spoke first.

"Freckles, don't even think about it, I'll stay with you."

"Yoongi, that would be great, but we're talking about Emmy constantly needing someone by her side, we don't know how her body and even her mood will react during those days."

"Yoongs, you can't miss your jobs."

“Yes I can do it, and I'll do it.”

"But…"

“Emmy, I'm NOT leaving you alone.”

"I propose this," the doctor commented, "I must go to attend to some administrative matters, discuss this and when I return, tell me your decision."

The couple agreed and as soon as they were alone, Yoongi took Emmy's hands in his and spoke. "Baby, if it is okay with you, I can move in with you those days, at least while the detoxification process lasts."

“Yoongs, would you do that?”

"Of course." He affirmed with a sweet smile.

Although Emmy found it incredible and extremely adorable that Yoongi was willing to go through something like that, she couldn't help but feel something else. However, this time she was not silent and was honest with her boyfriend.

"Yoongs, I'm a little embarrassed that you see me like this... besides, I don't want to put you through something so complicated."

Yoongi couldn't help but laugh in that tender way in which his eyes closed completely. Afterward, he got up from his chair and knelt in front of the girl.

“Freckles, I don't think you can drive me crazier than you already do. Also… I think it's a little late for you to start feeling embarrassed with me, you should have felt like that when you mistook a tomato for a chili on our second date.” Yoongi's comment earned a beautiful smile on the girl's face. “So, if we're past that boring part of the relationship where you're ashamed of silly things, we can be ourselves. Besides… you jumped out of a window to seduce me… I think I've seen enough of your true colors.”

"Oh shut up, I wasn't seducing you!" She tried to defend herself between laughs. Before she could even lose her smile, Yoongi continued speaking.

"You're going to put me through something terribly complicated and painful if you walk away from me, Emmy. Let me come with you, I promise I'll be a good roommate. Think of it like this, I could cook for you and once in a while I might even leave the bathroom door open when I'm taking a shower.”

Oddly enough, Yoongi managed to convince his girlfriend of something between laughs. Normally it was the opposite, Emmy was the one who managed to get everything out of Yoongi between laughs, but now that she was the one who needed it, the musician had taken over splendidly.

“According to the doctor, we can't start today because you must come well prepared. What do you think if today we take care of leaving everything ready? You have to talk to your professors and I need to ask for vacations. Besides... Hobi and Woosung are going to worry if you disappear without telling them something."

“I had already thought about it; after all, they are like my family. Also Mr. Siu. I don't quite know what to tell them."

"Tell them what you feel you can share, they'll understand if you still can't fully open up."

Emmy accepted her boyfriend's suggestion and once the doctor returned and they defined the most important details of the process, Yoongi went to talk to his bosses while Emmy met with Hobi and Woosung. They had both been home when her friend told them it was something urgent. They agreed to meet at Hobi's apartment, since it was the closest to the university and Emmy still had to talk to her professors.

"Guys, I asked you to meet because there's something important that I want to tell you." Emmy's downcast gaze and her concerned expression made Woosung and Hobi anxious and wish she would tell them soon what was going on. "I won't be here for a few days, I still don't know if it'll be just two weeks or the whole month."

"Where are you going?" Hobi asked.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not having a good time guys, I need medical help and…”

"Are you sick? What do you have?" The dancer asked extremely shocked.

For his part, Woosung did not need details to understand what it was about; after all, he had told her that she should tone down the intensity of her consumption.

"Are you going to be alone?" It was the only thing the singer asked.

"No. Yoongi offered to be at my side as necessary."

That shocked Woosung, he did not imagine that someone would voluntarily want to accompany someone during a process as complicated as rehabilitating. Besides, Emmy had told him about Yoongi's economic situation, so being away from his work for so long seemed absurd.

"What's going on? Can someone explain it to me? What do you have, Emm? How can we help you?" Hobi asked on the verge of a crisis.

"I need to stop using, Hobi."

Before Hoseok could ask anything else due to the enormous concern he felt for his friend, Woosung placed his hand on the dancer's shoulder, indicating that this was not the time to go into details.

“You know you're counting on us too, right? Both Hobi and I are here for you."

“I know, guys. I just hope this works. I don't want to go on like this, but I'm afraid."

Seeing Emmy's teary eyes, Hobi and Woosung tried to give her encouragement and reassure her that everything would be alright and that they were sure she would come out of it.

Meanwhile, the musician talked with Jin. He clearly couldn't explain everything, but he did make him aware that it was a serious situation and that he had made the decision to move in with Emmy for a while. Yoongi tried to assure his friend that that didn't exempt him from paying his part of the rent, but Jin became enraged and practically demanded that he accept his help for the first time and not worry about the rent for as long as necessary.

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In my Solitude

Thor x reader x Loki - Asgard AU

18+ | contains smut stuff, infidelity, angst

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“Ughh, y/n” Loki practically moaned, his hand wrapping tighter around his length as he fucked his fist, thinking of you. He felt bad for sending you away like that but if you didn’t leave, he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from reaching out and pressing his lips to yours like he had dreamt of doing so many times. The audacity of you to stand there in your undergarments, teasing him was offensive. It felt like a personal attack seeing you standing there so pretty, so feisty, so sexy. He imagined how it would have felt if he had gotten you onto the floor, pinned you beneath him and showed you how a man who really loves a woman fucks. He didn’t doubt Thor’s love for you but he knew he didn’t love you how he was supposed to. He loved you as a contract, not as a woman, a wife. Loki wanted to give that love to you but he knew he couldn’t, he could never indulge. It didn’t help that you were suddenly getting so close to him. Since the moment you first stepped into the palace he had watched you from afar, observing you, cherishing the small moments between you both but now, you were really acknowledging him. Getting inebriated together, laying in his arms, fighting with one of his daggers, it was like you were purposely trying to upset him.

“Fuck” he continued to whimper, hips thrusting up into the air from the floor of the weapons vault he had secluded himself inside. He imagined how it’d feel to bury his cock between your full breasts. He imagined circling your erect nipples with his tongue. He imagined pressing kisses against your body, working his way lower until he met your centre. He imagined opening your legs and pressing his mouth against your cunt. He imagined all your little noises, noises he’d savour as well as your taste as he devoured you.

“N-nornss” Loki stilled, ejaculating into his hand as he came.

Strangely, you found yourself missing Thor. Your chambers were quiet, even quieter after Loki practically banished you to them. You weren't sure what had transpired in those moments between healing you and sending you away but you did know it was your fault. You felt guilty, you couldn’t help yourself.

After a while of you reading your book, some of your chambermaids entered, ensuring that your dress for the upcoming ball on Alfheim fit properly. It did and they left. You looked at your gown and then you thought about Loki. He was supposed to be accompanying you and yet you couldn’t help feeling like it would be wrong for him to. He didn’t like you, he was just following Thor’s orders. Obviously there were better things for him to be doing instead of having to accompany you to a ball like the chambermaid, surely he’d much prefer to be doing her. Psyching yourself up, you got the strength to tell Loki you were fine attending alone.

You made your way to Loki’s chambers, not greeting anyone on the way. Once you arrived, you raised your hand to knock on the door before it opened.

“I told you if you need me you needn’t journey here, simply call for me” Loki greeted you from his dressing table.

“Well I came to say I don’t need you, I’ll be attending tomorrow’s ball alone” you spoke firmly.

“Any particular reason?” Loki questioned.

“Well clearly you don’t want to go with me” you argued.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” He asked.

“Mmm, I don’t know, maybe when you threw me out of the training room” you answered angrily.

“I apologise” Loki insisted, standing up “it’s just I-I felt awful for hurting you” he explained, placing his hand on the small of your back causing you to inhale sharply “does it hurt?”

“N-no” you answered, feeling unable to breathe.

“I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to you y/n” he continued, looking down into your eyes.

“I-I suppose that makes sense” you agreed, finally breathing once he let go of you.

“Please, allow me to accompany you to the ball, not only did I promise to but I’d like to” Loki offered “I’d really like to.”

“Really?” You smiled, almost flustered.

Just before Loki could answer, what sounded like fanfare thundered through the palace causing you and Loki to jump apart, not realising how close you were. You both left his room in search for the source of the sound before Thor’s voice came into focus.

“I assure you all is well, all is well” he announced, walking through the hallway “y/n” he greeted you, kissing you on the lips which took you by surprise before he let you go. “I am back, all is well” he repeated.

“Excellent” you tried to smile, unable to.

“So I’ll be able to accompany you tomorrow, thank you brother but you’re not needed anymore” Thor dismissed Loki.

“Wait” you stopped Thor “Loki and I already—” you began before you were rudely cut off.

“What? Already what?” Thor sniggered “picked out matching dresses?” He continued to mock “I’m back now, he’s no longer needed. Off you go” Thor turned to Loki who’s jaw clenched as he narrowed his gaze at Thor. “I said off you go” Thor repeated, almost daring Loki to argue back.

“Go” you spoke up quietly to Loki, not wanting the confrontation. He looked down at you, a flash of emotion covering his face before he squared his shoulders and turned around, walking back towards his chambers.

“What a little weasel” Thor laughed once Loki was gone.

“Leave him” you defended.

“Why? That’s what he is” Thor continued.

“Why must you be so insolent, Loki is a prince too you know” you asserted.

“And since when did you care about the little weasel? I go for a couple of days and suddenly you’re both teaming up against me.”

“I’m not teaming up against you Thor” you rolled your eyes.

“Well you’re either teaming up against me or you’re fucking which just strengthens the fact that you’re teaming up against me and—”

“How dare you!” You spat, your hand coming into contact with Thor’s cheek.

“Feisty,” Thor smirked, “but if you ever make the mistake of letting Loki lay a finger on you, I’ll convict him of treason and we both know the punishment for that” he threatened, turning his head so that his other cheek was facing you“now, how about another one, a kiss maybe?” He snorted as you walked away from him.

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[badasgirlfriend]

Stolen Hoodie | Bada Lee Social Media AU

pairings: bada lee x shin nari

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a/n: another cliffhanger bc im sick and i need rest so i cant write the other part😩

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With a sound of relief, Bada sighed when Nari opened the door, immediately grabbing her and pulling her close into a warm, loving embrace. Nari rested her head on Bada's chest, where she felt the touch of the loving kisses gently brush the top of her head.

Bada's brows knit together in a look of concern as she cupped Nari's face in her palms. Nari smiled sweetly back at her girlfriend, her heart fluttering at the sight of her worry. 'I'm fine', she said reassuringly, though her cheeks tinged red slightly.

She wasn't fine, she was crying nonstop until Bada came, every question lingering on her mind. Bada noticed her red eyes but didn't push it. What mattered the most was that she's there

Nari led Bada inside, her hand gripped tightly in hers. They climbed up the stairs, the pink surroundings of Nari's room filling Bada's view as she followed along. Nari's room had a cozy vibe, the walls were painted a soft, pretty pink hue, decked out with decorations and pictures. Bada noticed a photos of Nari and her friends, including some with her in it all glued

next to her bed.

Her smile faltered as she spotted one particular picture. Nari, hugging Yeonjun, and Aeri hugging Yunjin. How was she going to tell Nari that everything she had believed about one of her best friends turned out to be a lie? This same girl had been trying to destroy her for so long, yet to Nari, she was nothing more than a trusted and cherished friend. What would she even say? Would she believe her?

"Hana is in school" Nari voice broke Bada out of her train of thoughts, bringing her back to the present moment. Both girls now sat comfortably on the bed; Bada leaning against the headboard, and Nari resting her head on her chest, playing with her girlfriend's rings

Nari knew that things wouldn't end well if she continued pressing further. Yet she needed to know "So Yeri is the gossip girl wannabe"

Bada scoffed at the mention of Yeri's name. "Oh, the things I'll say to her."

Bada would have tried to comfort her ex already, if not for the other situation that arose. The other account

Nari turned and settled her head on Bada's stomach, letting out a sigh. "Just leave it, I don't want to deal with her."

"I'm not going to just leave it," Bada disagreed.

Nari sighed, burying her head into Bada's hoodie. "It's not worth it. I'll just ask her to delete it. That's all that needs to be said."

"Well, you can leave it them, because I'm not," Bada mumbled, playing with Nari's hair. A pang of guilt and sadness tightened Bada's throat, making it difficult for her to speak. She didn't have the heart to tell Nari, knowing it would break her heart to find out that one of her closest friends had betrayed her trust.

"How did you find out about Yeri and the other account?" Nari asked, tilting her head to look at Bada.

"I paid someone to hack into the account," Bada replied, making Nari's heart skip a beat.

She had promised to that she'll find the person, and stuck to her word. Nari wanted to kiss her and she did

Bada's eyes widened as Nari suddenly jumped into her arms and kissed her, but she was not opposed to it. Her hand resting on Nari's cheek, She reciprocated with equal enthusiasm, her other hand settling onto Nari's thigh as well.

Her lips were like an addiction. It was undeniable and impossible to ignore. The taste of her was intoxicating and mesmerizing.

They pulled away, but before Bada could react, Nari's lips attacked her face once more.

"N-Nari...," she giggled breathlessly, cheeks flushing.

Nari merely smiled, leaning in to kiss her again and again. "Thank you," Nari mumbled after each kiss, Bada's heart fluttering with every touch of Nari's soft, plush lips.

"Of course," Bada replied, grinning as she looked into Nari's eyes. "I made you a promise, after all."

"Yes, but I didn't think you'd follow through with it," Nari teased, smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

Bada scoffed, amused. "Oh, come on, who do you think I am?"

The two girls remained locked in a tender embrace, staring at each other with adoring smiles, unwilling to be the one who broke the moment.

Just two hours ago, Nari felt like her world was crashing around her. Now, thanks to Bada, all that pain and sorrow seemed to be washed away, leaving her feeling like the happiest girl in the world.

However, as beautiful as this moment was, it had to end at some point. One of them needed to address the burning question that had been burning away at them for so long.

"Baekhyun told me-"

"No... don't," Nari said, shaking her head with her eyes closed tight. She did not want to hear this. She was not ready for it.

"There was... there was this one particular account... that was telling all those things about you"

At the sight of Nari's distressed face, Bada felt like punching herself. This was what she had feared the most. Nari didn't deserve this. She never did anything to hurt anyone, so why was all this happening to her?

Bada sighed, rubbing her face with her hands "So whoever is behind that account likes me, and when they saw us together they lost their minds"

Nari silently nodded in agreement, unable to face Bada. Deep down, she had always suspected them, but she had hoped that it was all just a trick of her mind. But after all, only they knew what really happens to her

"It's one of your friends," Bada said carefully, her eyes locked on Nari with concern.

She thought she would see some reaction from Nari. Tears, screams... anything. But she was met with a blank stare.

Nari's mind felt like it was spinning out of control. Her thoughts raced around her head, faster and faster, out of control.

She felt like she knew her friends so well, so perfectly. But suddenly, it was all thrown into question. It was a painful realization, one that struck her hard. How could someone she loved so much betray her, just like that?

"Which one" was all that Nari said, short and dry

"I trusted them," Nari whispered through her tears. She didn't even notice she was crying if it wasn't for Bada wiping her tears "I- I didn't expect this... I didn't expect this from them," she said, Bada wrapping her arms around her girlfriend in a tight embrace.

In this moment, anger was far from her mind. Nari felt nothing but devastation, heartbreak. Now that it was confirmed it hurt way more.

Bada whispered into Nari's ear, "I only have their phone number, but we can try and call them."

As Nari was about to speak, another sob came, followed by another. She was unable to gather her words in between tears, her voice breaking under the pressure of emotions.

She simply nodded, unable to talk, unable to look away from the picture on her wall, the four of them smiling

Nari forced a smile as her friends were talking. She had called them to meet up at the park once Bada left. Well she made her leave since her father would be home soon

Yeonjun, Aeri, and Yunjin readily agreed to see her when Nari called them, and while she wanted to believe it was because they cared about her, deep down she wasn't so sure anymore.

"Are you're alright babe?" Yunjin asked noticing her discomfort

"Yes" she wanted to yell no

Aeri leaned in to Nari, but she instinctively pulled away. Her friend noticed this, but despite the confusion and hurt on her face, she didn't react. She simply said, "We'll do whatever we can to fix this."

"Yeah we'll crush them," Yeonjun said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He banged his fist against the wooden table they were sitting at. The two girls laughed and nodded along.

They all seemed so innocent, giggling and joking around like nothing had ever happened.

"Uhm, I have a question," Nari said, the three of them turning to face her as she spoke.

"Did you... did you know Bada before?" She asked softly, her voice barely a whisper.

Yeonjun quickly shook his head, but Aeri and Yunjin just nodded in confirmation.

"I knew her from Tatter," Yunjin explained.

"I often saw her practicing when I passed her class," Aeri added with a shrug.

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Nari nodded slowly, saying "That's nice,"

Yeonjun, his brows furled, looked at her curiously. "Why this question all of a sudden?" he said.

Nari hugged her jacket closer to her body, pulling the fabric tight as if it was a shield against the world.

She looked around, noting the emptiness of the park with its expanse of green grass, no one else around except for the four of them.

"Just curious," Nari said quietly. She wasn't ready

Yunjin gently took Nari's hand in hers. "Nari, if you want, we can go home. You're obviously not okay,"

"I'm okay, Yunjin. It's not like she can do anything to me now"

Her friends stared at her with their mouths open, shocked at what Nari had just said.

"She? You know her?" Aeri finally asked, and when Nari nodded, Aeri looked even more confused.

"Yeah, Bada hacked into the account and found out it was Yeri" Nari explained, watching all their reactions closely. But they all seemed to be shocked for real

"That bitch" Yunjin cursed under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried not to make a scene.

"Did she find anything else?" Yeonjun said, his voice quiet and tense.

Nari swallowed hard, is it him...?

"No nothing else"

"I'll beat her when i see her" Aeri said still shocked

Yunjin nodded "Same"

"Yah im still in shock"

"I mean now when you think about it it's kinda obvious. She's Bada's ex and she got jealous when she saw Nari and Bada"

Nari's hands were shaking as she slowly pulled her phone out from under the table, trying her best not to make a scene.

She quickly unlocked her phone and immediately went to the text messages app.

The number Bada had given her came up on the screen, making Nari's heart hurt even more.

This was it

Nari sent a single dot message and waited anxiously for a response, for a reaction, she kept her face plastered to the screen. She couldn't look away, this whole situation scared her too much. Her thoughts were running wild with possibilities, the tension rising as she waited for one of her so trusted friends to say something

The phone dinged, and her heart sunk. That notification sound was like a dagger to her heart. Slowly, she raised her head, only to find her 'best friend' laughing at something Yeonjun had said. Nari watched as she grabbed her phone and dismissed the notification, and once she turned it off, Nari felt light-headed and disoriented, like her whole world was spinning out of control.

The moment their eyes met, Nari's breath grew shorter, her chest felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible force, preventing her from getting much-needed air.

It's not true

Brown met brown, and for an agonizing moment, time seemed to stop.

Yunjin's eyes immediately fell to the floor, her hands shaking uncontrollably. Her phone slipped out of her hands and clattered to the ground, echoing throughout the park.

The moments spent with Yunjin flashed before Nari's eyes, images from a happier past she had hoped to hold on to forever. But now, all of that felt like a lie.

All of the fun and laughter they had shared together, all of those happy memories, they all felt tainted and false. Nari felt like her world was crashing down all around her.

She thought of Yunjin as a sister, and she trusted her more than anyone else. She was ready and willing to give everything for her.

She never thought her own best frienf would do something like this to her. She knew she wasn't perfect, and she did her best for Yunjin, because that's what good friends do. So, for Yunjin to stab her in the back like this, it felt like a betrayal that Nari would never have imagined possible. All because of a girl....

"Nari-"

"How could you do this to me"

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[thatgothsamurai]

mafia boss wkx with painter/ex special agent zzs......................................

#i was about to continue the prev au but this one suddenly came?? in my head?? #and i ended up sketching most of them sjfhlsealfjls #also pardon my messy lines i just needed this one come outta my head #word of honor #woh au #wen kexing #zhou zishu #wenzhou #shan he ling #fanart #woh mafia au #my art #sketch #nandskarth #happy guessing who is who lolololol

[kazuwhora]

— CHAPTER NINE: TODAY

synopsis: regret starts to set in once you're faced with the reality of your choices driven purely by your feelings for your study partner. and now, you have no choice but to face them. running away is no longer an option.

cw. fem!reader, college!au, fluff, cigarettes

wc. 2.375

an. hi hi! reblogs are appreciated, as is any feedback! and as always, banner credit to @wakaslut !! after chapter 10 next week I will be adding 5 new chapters!

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the doorbell of the shop hummed just as the ball of nerves in your chest rattled your ribcage as you stepped inside the door, kazutora’s order in hand. there was an inviting wash over the air in the shop— high end toys, clean cages, and walls that radiated the warmth of the environment itself. large cages with a pile of kittens all asleep in their bed together, some older cats who had been labeled as rescues on their tags, all distracted you from your purpose as you peered through the glass with a smile that grazed your lips. you admired the peace that came with watching the animals drift asleep, some grooming each other while others hung over the edge of their bed deep in slumber. it was almost too sweet to handle, and you couldn’t help but imagine kazutora ducked under the frame of their cage, stroking their faces till they fell asleep in his palms and the thought alone nearly made you giddy. something as soft as sleeping kittens was a perfect match for the boy you had grown to know— the one who so easily crumbles under your touch, and suddenly your cheeks felt hot with the warmth of the room, and thoughts of kazutora’s smiling face.

but your thoughts were pulled from your mind when an unfamiliar voice piped up from behind the counter. you had been too overwhelmed with nerves to even notice the man in the room with you, not until his voice echoed against the walls.

“hi there!” his voice was cheery. “can I help you find anything today miss?”

you straightened yourself back up when you were pulled from your daze, remembering why you were there in the first place.

“oh.. uh, yeah. I’m actually looking for someone named kazutora?” you paused as thoughts of being at the wrong pet shop flooded your mind. they were irrational— the barista had told you herself that kazutora worked at this shop. yet still, you couldn’t keep yourself from breaking out in a nervous sweat as your body heated up at the thought alone. “does he work here?”

you looked up to the man who seemed to analyze your stature. his eyes were reduced to a squint, but he wasn’t frowning. his dark hair fell in front of his eyes before his breath blew the stray pieces away and he cocked his head.

“yeah, he works here. why?” he asked, planting his hands on the counter. his tone was unreadable, and you struggled to decode the difference between what could have been coldness, and what could have been protectiveness that tinted his voice.

“oh.. right.. well I’m uh.. in one of kazutora’s classes. we’re study partners, and he did me a favour the other day so I thought I’d return it” your voice had never been so submissive, yet you continued. “if he’s not here today that’s alright, I’ll see him in class or some—”

the man cut you off, interrupting with a smile now adorning his lips. “oh! kazutora’s told me a lot about you! I’m chifuyu— kazutora lives with me” your cheeks grew hotter and hotter with the comment, but he continued. “he’s here yeah— he’s just out back on a smoke break. want me to lead you back there?”

and despite the looming feelings of intrusion— bursting in on kazutora’s private life unannounced, you couldn’t shake the thought of kazutora talking about you, and your mind jumped to conclusions wondering just what he had said to chifuyu in the first place, and just how often he spoke of you at that.

“I— sure.. if it’s okay of course”

chifuyu only chuckled, emerging from behind the counter as he led you down a hallway and to a door that led to the back alley. nerves had a deathgrip on your throat as you struggled to suppress your quickening heartbeat, and chifuyu pushed open the door letting a burst of cool air bring your body back to a calmer state. and as he stepped outside, you followed close behind.

“kazutora!” chifuyu smiled, extending his arm out as if to put you on display. “you have a visitor!”

a soft smile fell on your lips as you watched kazutora’s eyes go wide as they flickered between you, and chifuyu.

“you can take an extra long break if you want!” chifuyu called, slipping past you as he closed the door behind him with a wink.

and then, it was just you. only you, and kazutora, alone in the alleyway, him a cigarette in hand, and you an armful of bakery items and his drink. a blush tinted his cheeks red— one you passed off as a sign of the cool air that surrounded you. the thought of your own embarrassment was too overwhelming to process, let alone the thought of kazutora’s, as you stood awkwardly before him.

“I uh.. thought I’d return the favour” you broke the silence, handing him the drink and the bag of food.

his lips were parted enough to make you want to close the distance between you, but a stranger in a new territory made your confidence dwindle as you settled in the feelings of being out of place, and unfamiliar. but kazutora’s softened smile was enough to ease you, as he freed your hands that crossed behind your back with his cigarette still dangled between his fingers.

“how’d you know I work here?” he asked, forcing you to face the daunting thought that you had scaled every petshop in the neighborhood.

“I just had a gut feeling!” you were always good at lying, but something about kazutora’s eyes told you he could see right through your dim facade, and he giggled before taking a sip of the drink you had brought, chased by a drag of his cigarette.

“lucky you then, you guessed it right on the first go!” he taunted.

“I didn’t know you smoked”

kazutora looked down at the trail of smoke coming from between his fingers, eyes widening as he remembered that he’s not the only one out here anymore.

“oh— shit.. sorry I— here let me put it out” he stuttered, scrambling to drop the cigarette to the ground. before you could object, he had already squished the ashed butt with his foot, and dusted his hands off on his apron.

“you think too fast tora” you giggled, easing yourself back into the personality kazutora knew best. “I don’t mind if you smoke”

kazutora’s lips formed in an ‘o’ shape as he stared down at the squished half smoked cigarette he had just put out, falling victim to his hastiness for the nth time in his life. but as he looked back to you, kazutora felt a sense of calmness and security that he hadn’t really felt in his life before. such a simple thing as putting out a cigarette when he didn’t need to was a piece of an old pattern he had never really shaken. and yet in his life, he had never had someone there to tell him it was truly ok, at least not someone he knew would stay with him till the end, and even the gentle smile on your lips brought that comfort to his chest, and he almost felt stupid for feeling so strongly over something so miniscule.

“what brings you down here?” he asked, changing the subject away from the turmoil of his trauma in his mind. “you’re a ways away from your dorm”

you shrugged your shoulders, trying to buy casual time as you came up with a feasible excuse. but when the words wouldn’t form in your mind, the overwhelming nerves of not having a real reason for your endeavors became too much for you to want to manage in the moment, and you let out a sigh that relaxed your shoulders and let your head fall back as you gazed at the passing clouds against the soft blue sky.

“honestly? I don’t know”

as you brought your head back to center, kazutora’s inquisitive expression made your chest flutter again, undoing everything you had just let go in that moment.

“I don’t know. I guess I was just.. I dunno. I was up all night and I really didn’t sleep well.. I guess I just..”

your gaze had averted to anywhere but kazutora, until your focus fell back to him and the blush that flushed his cheeks reminded you of your purpose. like a wave of emotion, all the feelings you had forced yourself to suppress from the previous night washed your mind, thrusting you into the unfortunate reality that you had developed some kind of feelings for your study partner— ones that kept you up at night, that made you case the streets to find his place of work, that made you blush at every thought and mention of his name— feelings that made you want to runaway and hide, yet cling to his hip at every given chance. you nearly hated yourself for letting it get this far, and for bringing yourself upon kazutora the way you did, and so soon, too. but something about him was irresistible, and it made you crave more. like the cigarette that fizzled into the concrete below— but you refused to die out.

“remember what I said last night?” you sighed, looking down at his feet as he nodded.

“yeah, I do” his voice was meek, and filled with embarrassment.

“and how I said I don’t want to like you?”

kazutora nodded again, this time his gaze burned a hole in your aura until you met his eyes once again.

“it’s still true. I don’t want to like you, but I do. and I hate it. I stayed up all night thinking about what you said, and I dragged myself down here without any good reason at all. I hate it. I don’t want to feel like this tora. I really don’t”

his face seemed to fall with a confusion even he couldn’t decipher, as he stumbled to find the words appropriate for your confession.

“I-I don’t know what to say” he stuttered, voice quiet as you sighed again.

“I don’t want you to say anything. because I feel this way, and as much as I hate it I can’t change it either”

“so then what?”

you paused, taking a moment to ponder his question before giving up any sense of rationale you had once clung to before. “then we do something about it”

kazutora’s head cocked like a puppy with your words, waiting for an explanation that made any sort of sense. but his eyes simmered a tendril of hope as you stared back at him, brows knit with exasperation as you uncrossed your arms and huffed. but nothing could have prepared kazutora for the way you pressed him against the side of the building, lips pressed to his as his hands struggled to do anything, occupied with the goods you had brought as an excuse to see him. the faint taste of tobacco lingered on his lips— but it was sweet, and like the cigarette he had smoked, it made you want more and drove your hands to trail down his torso as he helplessly squirmed under your trap, never letting his lips part from yours as your kiss grew more and more passionate with each passing second until your body pulled you away and you struggled for a stable breath. kazutora’s face was flushed pink, as usual, and his hands fell to his sides as you pushed yourself away and shook your head with disappointment.

“I want to be honest with you, tora” you sighed, watching the way he nodded with the sweet innocence you loved so much about him. “I can’t do relationships. they aren’t my thing and I’m just.. I can’t— I don’t want to put you in a place where that’s the expectation”

he cocked his head again, this time with genuine confusion as he spoke. “I don’t really know what a real relationship is” kazutora admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “I just know that I like you, and I don’t want whatever this is to stop”

it was the most serious you had seen him speak— or at least the most confident. he sounded so sure of himself, and so carefree. like he was just fine with following you around like a puppy the way you seemed to hope he would, and you swallowed the knot in your throat as he continued.

“I’m happy when I’m around you. you make things fun” he admitted, cheeks tinting redder and redder the more he went on. “I want to be whatever makes you happy, too. I don’t care about whatever you think a relationship is or isn’t. can’t we just do that? have fun?”

you bit down on your lip, wondering if somehow you were caught in your fantasies again, and kazutora wasn’t really in front of you admitting these words so easily.

“well.. I mean, if you’re okay with that.. I guess we can?”

he sighed with relief and set down the drink and the bag on the stool beside the door, and the innocent smile returned to his lips and put your mind at ease. kazutora stepped forward, pushing himself off the wall and his hands gripped the fabric of the apron that hung off the sides of his body as he leaned in with fluttered eyes until his lips pressed against yours in a kiss that settled the tides of your mind and brought warmth to your chest like a sunset over the ocean’s horizon. your lips tingled as he pulled away, amber eyes returning to the present and he smiled sweetly at you.

“does that tell you enough?” he asked, clasping his hands behind his back as he chewed on his bottom lip.

butterflies emerged in your chest again, but this time they were soft, and beautiful, and they brought a flush of colour to the doubts that had once dwelled in your heart.

“yeah. I guess it does” you whispered, and kazutora only grinned with a smile that made the mole under his eye crease with affection.

you just couldn’t help but wonder how you had gotten so lucky to meet him.

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[nicka-nell]

Osamu's route

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Pairing: Osamu x reader (main route), Atsumu x reader

Genre: Social Media-AU, text

Warning: mdni, angst

time machine: 2021/08/30- Monday

His head hurts and Osamu has a disgusting taste in his mouth as he turns aside on the sofa and stares at the clock in the kitchen. It’s almost lunchtime, much too late, he thinks as he tries to get up quickly. A mistake, because now he feels even more nauseous. Because of that, he puts his hand in front of his mouth, closes his eyes for a moment before slowly getting up to freshen up in the bathroom.

It was only after the shower that he heard voices from underneath in the shop. He gets sick again, just at the thought that Watanabe might be back here in the shop, but he quickly recognizes the voices. However, it is just as confusing to hear them.

“I think we need to paint the walls. I can’t get that off.” Kita says, who tries to wipe away the insults with a wet rag. Suna searches for unbroken furniture, which he places in the back corner of the store, and Atsumu takes the broken furniture and all the shards outside.

He can’t believe what he’s seeing right now. Why are his friends here? Why are they helping him after everything he’d done?

“I guess our princess finally got up, too. Ya look like shit, brother.” Atsumu teases him before he takes the next bucket of shards to the garbage cans. The other two also look up at Osamu, who is walking slowly and with a trembling lip towards the boys in his shop.

“Don’t think I’m here because I’m sorry for you. I’m just here to see how bad you’re doing…” Suna says while rolling his eyes, but Osamu can’t help but thank his friends. And a soft “thank you” is the only thing he can get out of himself, because he’s speechless.

“Instead of thanking us, consider how to properly apologize to Y/n.” Kita interrupts his friend before he turns back to the smeared wall.

Right, the most important part is still coming… As Atsumu said yesterday, if it’s enough to get back together again, to talk like old times, he doesn’t know. But he knows he definitely owes you an apology. What happens after that is not up to him, it’s up to you.

“Do you have an idea, Osamu?” Kita asks when Suna suddenly interrupts him.

“Well, all he needs is a time machine so he can turn back time and not start all that shit with Watanabe…”

As ironic as Suna’s words are, probably that would be the only thing that would help him. Thinking, Osamu sits on one of the few intact bar stools to consider what he might do.

“I found a notepad in your kitchen last night… Do you keep a diary about Y/n or why is there so much written about her?” Atsumu, who was outside, just came back in, overheard the conversation.

Right, his notepad… He had written all sorts of dates and events when you started working with him, because he wanted to give you the notebook at some point, maybe after a year, as a little thank you gift. Now he won’t need it anymore… Or maybe it will help him somehow?

“Come on, go up to your apartment and clean up the mess, we’ll continue here… And when you’re done, you’re gonna use the thing between yer ears.” Atsumu continues, chasing his brother out of his own shop.

Until late at night, the boys are still there, tidying up the shop, cleaning the floor, and putting down the tables and chairs that are still complete. Now only Osamu has to take care of new furniture and food himself. And Osamu, who has come up with an idea for an apology, still can’t thank his friends enough, because he just can’t put it into words, what great friends he has, who are at his side even though he didn’t deserve it for a second.

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Note: Sorry this chapter is really short... But the chapter tomorrow will be longer I promise 🙏😇

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[cafedanslanuit]

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✖   —   chapter summary: Now that Zeke has explained what truly happened with Yelena, all your troubles have finally ended. Except that now you need to start avoiding Porco. However, things change once you overhear a conversation in the woman's bathroom.

✖   —   pairing: porco/reader & zeke/reader

✖   —   chapter tags/warnings: college au, descriptions of panic attacks, lots of self-doubt, gaslighting, hurt/comfort, fluff, referenced cheating. 

✖   —   a/n: i have posted the playlist that goes with this series! click here to check this post <3

chapter three: me and my husband

Porco looked at his cellphone, an ill sensation filling up his stomach as he read over and over your last messages. For the past few days, he had been trying to reach out to you but he had been rejected every time.

He knew something wrong was going on the moment you said you couldn’t make it to his lacrosse game. Ever since you became friends, you hadn’t missed a single game. He had once seen you finishing an essay on your phone and sending it while you were sitting on the bleachers, excited for the game to begin. He had seen you falling asleep on his shoulder during a party after a game, too tired from studying for a test that you took earlier.

Porco sighed. He wished he could find any other reason to explain your behaviour but the only one that came to his mind was his late night confession to you. He shouldn’t have told you he loved you. Now you were avoiding him and his feelings and he was scared he had lost your friendship completely.

He put the phone on his back pocket and grabbed his keys, heading to the parking lot. After getting into his car, he turned on the radio and drove out of the campus, entering the main highway of the city. He wasn’t sure where he was heading to, but all he knew is that he wanted to stop thinking about you, the moment he thought you had shared and the dry messages that followed.

He had really fucked it up.

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 Sitting on your faculty’s corridor floor, you looked over at the texts Porco had been sending you the past week. It physically pained you to be so curt with someone that meant so much to you. Porco had always been there for you, even in the times you had told him you really didn’t need him. He cared when you got sick, when you were sad and also when you wanted company to crash a party on campus. You two had been inseparable since the day you met and he was already acquaintances with Annie and Armin due to all the time he had spent at your place.

This was the right thing to do, you told yourself one more time, closing your Instagram. You were taking the right decision. Porco had fallen in love with you and then had tried to make you think your boyfriend had cheated on you. If Zeke hadn’t pointed that out for you, you probably wouldn’t have noticed until it was too late. Truly, you were lucky Zeke had been understanding about the whole situation and had forgiven you for not trusting in him.

Porco wasn’t a bad person. You knew in your heart he wasn’t. But you had been wrong to trust he had your best interest in his mind.

That’s what didn’t make sense. Why had Porco, sweet and caring Porco had suddenly decided to put you against Zeke only just because he had caught feelings for you? The Porco you knew wouldn’t have done that. If he truly only wanted to drive you away from Zeke, he would have let you kiss him the night he spent with you. He would have taken the opportunity, right? So, why didn’t he?

Your head started hurting.

Your thumb ghosted over Porco’s contact on your phone, wondering whether to call him or not. You missed him dearly and knew that if you asked him to be honest, he would. There were countless moments in the past where he had been honest with you, from the time he confessed to accidentally stepping on your foundation powder and the time he opened up about his father’s death.

He’ll say anything to make you doubt your relationship with me.

Zeke’s voice resonated in your ears and you bit your tongue. He was right. You needed to remember Porco was trying to put you against your boyfriend.

Before you could think of a counterargument, you shot a quick text to Zeke. Yes. A day with your boyfriend would help you keep your mind busy.

“wanna hang out later? <3”

You watched intently, a small smile on your face as the three dots twinkled on your screen. Zeke’s answer came a few seconds later.

“Can’t. Exam tomorrow :(“

He then sent you a picture of a couple of books over a table that you recognized as the university’s library. He also had the tumbler you had given him a couple of months ago, filled with straight black coffee if you had to take a guess.

“:(( okaaaay, good luck on your exam, love u!”

“<3”

You put your phone away and sighed. You missed Zeke too. The few days after you had confronted him about the time you thought you saw Yelena and him kissing, he had showered you with love. You had spent the weekend at his place wearing nothing but an old t-shirt of his and making love several times a day. You snuggled to him on the couch as he watched an old documentary and playfully took the cigar from his lips and took a puff yourself. ‘Ladies like you shouldn’t smoke,’ he had said playfully as he took it back from your lips and then pressed a kiss on your temple.

Nevertheless, the short honeymoon phase after you made up had come to an end. You knew it was going to happen, but now your body and heart were craving more of him and his classes were taking all his time. If it wasn’t an exam it was a group project or a study session and even if you knew seniors had it way harder than you, you missed him. Missed his beard scratching your neck, his strong cologne and his deep chuckle whenever you managed to make him smile.

Maybe you could walk around the mall. You still had some birthday money and you could treat yourself a little. Maybe a new body cream or a pair of cute underwear from Victoria Secret to surprise your boyfriend after he was done with his classes. Yes, a shopping trip was exactly what you needed to stop thinking so much. Smiling, you walked to the bathroom of your faculty, just a quick detour to freshen up before you got into your car. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror and took out your lipstick, fixing it carefully.

“I fucking hate her.”

You turned around as you saw three girls entering the bathroom. They stood by your side, none of them seeming to notice your presence. One of them fixing her hair, another was looking down at her phone, eyebrows knitted together and mumbling more and more curses and the last one just leaned against the bathroom stalls, arms crossed against her chest as she watched the other two.

“We did tell you she wasn’t meant to be trusted,” she reminded the girl with the phone. When she raised her head, you recognized her as Pieck, one of Porco’s close friends, who you had seen around at a lot of parties and on many of his Instagram photos.

“How is that helping me?” Pieck asked icily.

“I’m just saying, Yelena is shady. Telling you all that crap about only being able to open up with you— and for what? For her to post photo after photo of her fuckboy?” the girl in front of the mirror said. “Like, nobody needs to know you’re getting it at the library, why post about it? Literally, nobody cares.”

“She’s not worth it,” the other girl interjected. 

“She really isn’t, babe. And Zeke isn’t even that hot,” her friend continued with a mocking laugh. “The one that looks like a clown is her, not you. Just let it go.”

“He truly is a bad case of the monkey face,” Pieck agreed with a snort. “Men like that are what keep me a lesbian.”

“Hi Pieck,” you greeted her. For the first time, Pieck looked your way and widened her eyes, recognizing you in an instant.

“Hey,” she said in an apologetic voice. “I— I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have said that.”

You faked a chuckle. “It’s okay. I just wanted to say you shouldn’t worry about them, Yelena is—”

“Yeah, yeah, we both shouldn’t worry. You’re probably trying to move on and ignore them too,” Pieck sighed and then pursed her lips in discomfort. “But I know you were Zeke’s girlfriend for a while, it’s normal you don’t want to hear about who he’s fucking now—”

“Zeke and I are still together,” you interrupted her.

Pieck’s face fell at your words. She looked at her friends, who were also looking at each other with an indecipherable expression. Your furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to why they were sharing those glances. Why would they think you weren’t with Zeke? Sure, you hadn’t posted photos with him lately but that didn’t mean you weren’t together anymore.

“I’ll catch up with you in a bit,” Pieck said softly to her friends. They nodded and said they would be by the cafeteria before leaving. Once they went away, Pieck closed the bathroom door and walked to you again.

“Why— why would you think we’re not together?” you insisted, your voice trembling more than you would have wanted.

“Yelena and Zeke are fucking,” she sentenced in a soft voice. You shook your head.

“I know that’s what it looks like but Yelena likes women,” you said. “You— I mean you guys were dating or something, right? You know she’s a lesbian, she’s just pretending to have something with Zeke so her parents back off for a while.”

Pieck’s silence was deafening.

“Right?” you pushed. “It’s cool because she’s a lesbian and—”

“Yelena is bisexual.”

You paused, blinking as you tried to understand. After a few seconds, you shook your head.

“She’s not.”

“The reason we’re not dating anymore is because I saw her fucking Zeke at a party,” she explained.

“No,” you said, and shook your head once more. “No, because if it happened at a party then someone would have seen them. Someone would have noticed, there would have been rumours, I would have  known . Pieck, someone would have told me, Reiner, Marcel, Porco—”

“They weren’t there. Almost everyone was a senior.”

“Then you! You would have told me,” you cried. “You’re telling me you saw my boyfriend fucking someone else and didn’t tell me!? Pieck—!”

“I thought you weren’t together anymore!” she defended herself. “What was I supposed to think when every single one of his friends at that shitty apartment knew he was fucking her in the bedroom and they all acted like it was a normal thing to do? I see all these photos of both of them and…” she continued, shaking her phone. “Of course I think he’s not with you anymore! Yelena is uploading pictures as she rests her legs on his lap, about their movie dates at his place and you want me to think she has a girlfriend!?”

Tears started falling from your eyes as she spoke. You sniffled, trying to compose yourself but you could feel every muscle of your body shaking.

“Does Porco know?” you asked in a whisper.

“Porco?”

“I know you two are best friends since high school. You— you had to tell him. If this was real, if this happened, you had to tell Porco,” you reasoned. “So tell me, Pieck, does Porco know?” you insisted, raising your voice, hating the way it cracked at the end.

Pieck shook her head. “I told him Yelena cheated on me, didn’t tell him with who.”

“Why?”

“Because he told me not to date Yelena, said she wasn’t a good person. I didn’t want to prove Porco right, you know him,” Pieck said with a small shrug.

You nodded idly, your eyes lost. No. It didn’t make sense, it didn’t— even if it did. It did make sense but it  couldn’t make sense. Because if Pieck was right, if Yelena and Zeke were—

No.

“Give me a date,” you whispered.

“What?”

“When was this?”

“I don’t— Two weeks ago?”

“I need to know the exact date, Pieck.”

“Girl, I don’t remember exactly, I—”

“Give me a date, Pieck!” you sobbed, raising your voice. She sighed and nodded, taking out her phone.

You watched as Pieck went through her messages with Yelena, scrolling up as she tried to remember the date. Your breath was hitching, inhaling more than you were exhaling but you didn’t care. You wanted to know when it was. Pieck was going to tell you it happened on a date where he was with you. She was going to say it happened one of the nights you and Zeke stayed the weekend at his place and then you would know she’s lying. Yes, that was going to happen. She would tumble over her own lie and this nightmare would be over.

“March 31st,” Pieck murmured. “I kept texting her, asking where she was before I went to look for her,” she reminisced, before showing you her phone.

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                                                            00:36

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                                                                                           lena where are u

                                                                                                            ?????

                                          why are my friends saying you’re with zeke rn

                                                                                         yelena answer me

                                                                                    fuck u i’m going there

                                                            01:19

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                                                FUCK YOU YELENA YOURE THE WORST

                                                                  PIECE OF SHIT IVE EVER MET

                                                                            REALLY???? ZEKE?????

                                                                           HOPE YOU GET HERPES

                                                                                 I FUCKING HATE YOU

babe, i’m sorry

can we talk?

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A bitter taste crept inside your mouth as you took out your phone and went through yours and Zeke’s messages, looking desperately for the date. It was the weekend you spent together. It had to be. The memories of Zeke’s kitchen calendar that said April were lying to you. It had to be March. Or maybe he changed the calendar because he was with you on March 31st.

You scrolled up until March and went to read the messages exchanged on that day.

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                                                            07:23

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Good morning! I know it’s really early

But I want to see you today <3

Meet me at the tennis court?

                                                                                  sure, i’ll take an uber :)

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Silent sobs escaped your mouth as your phone started shaking in your trembling hands. Pieck whispered apologies and you wanted nothing more than to tell her to shut up, that it wasn’t her fault, that she wasn’t the one that swore she wanted to marry you and then went to fuck someone else at a party, not caring if he was seen or not.

But it wasn’t true. Zeke said it was just a ruse, that Yelena just wanted to hide her queerness, that they were just good friends. He said so. Pieck had to be lying, she had to be. She was just messing with you, lying to see how much you could believe her. Because Zeke wouldn’t do that, you were the one he trusted, you were the one he was going to marry, you—

Pieck was still holding her phone in front of you.

With the very same date.

And Yelena admitting her crime.

But it couldn't be right. There had to be a mistake because Zeke loved you. He loved you and he had told you about his family, he had taken you to meet his grandparents, he promised he hadn’t kissed Yelena that night, he—

Had he not kissed her?

Was it only a movie night?

…

No, it hadn’t.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Pieck’s voice sounded far, your lips parted as you tried to gasp for air. You lifted your head and saw her lips moving but you couldn’t hear any sound but your heart beating out of your chest. Tingles started creeping on your fingers and without you being able to do anything to prevent it, you dropped your phone on the bathroom floor.

Why didn’t it make a sound?

Why were your fingers numb?

You lifted your head and Pieck was gone. Dismissing her sudden disappearance, you crouched down and picked your phone. You winced at the huge crack on your screen and slid your finger several times over it until you could press on Zeke’s contact and call him.

As his phone rang, you pressed your back on the wall, slowly sinking until you were sitting on the floor.

“Baby, I told you I was studying for this test, I can’t—”

“I know about you and Yelena,” you said in a broken voice. You heard him let out an annoyed sigh on the other line.

“Didn’t we talk about this already? I told you she’s not—”

“I know about the party. The day we played baseball and— that same night you went to a party and fucked her,” you sobbed. You wiped the tears on your face with the back of your hand. “Zeke, tell me it’s a lie, tell me you didn’t do this, please,  please  tell me you didn’t really fuck Yelena,” you begged. “Please.”

“You know what? Get some help. Like, psychological help. This isn’t normal.”

The silence after Zeke hung up choked you. Your chest rose up and down as you sobbed uncontrollably. Your brain was screaming. Loudly. ‘Make it stop,’ you told yourself. ‘Get it together. Make it stop.’

Make it stop.

                         Make it stop.

                                                 Make it stop.

                                                                         Make it stop.

                                                                                                 Make it stop.

 It’s a lie.

                                                                                                  Make it stop.

He lied to you.

                                                                                                              Stop.

He fucked her.

                                                                                                 Please, stop.

He lied.

                                                                                              I can’t breathe.

.

.

                                             Inhale.

                                                                            Exhale.

                                            Inhale.

                                                                            Exhale.

                                            Inhale.

                                                            Inhale. 

                                                            Inhale. 

                                                            Inhale.

.

.

…

When you woke up, Porco was there.

Your head felt heavy as you tried to sit up, rubbing your eyes. A quick look around let you know you were in your apartment but you weren’t sure as to  how , or why your friend was there, his phone on his lap and his eyes looking at you filled with worry.

He whispered your name as if his voice could hurt you. “How are you feeling?”

“What are you doing here?” you asked groggily. You noticed your throat was hurting as well. “What hour is it?” you mumbled as you palmed your jean pockets looking for your phone. You found it hidden between two pillows and pressed the power button, trying to see if you had any unread messages.

None.

“Pieck called me,” Porco explained. “And it’s eight and a half.”

Pieck. Pieck with her friends in the bathroom, Pieck with the text messages. Everything came back to you in a second and you couldn’t help but wince at the way your head hurt.

“How are you feeling?” he insisted. You took a deep breath. The small movement made you realize how much the muscles of your back were hurting along with your arms. You licked your lips, hating how dry they felt against your tongue.

“I broke my phone.”

Porco furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“I— I dropped it. There’s a crack on the screen.”

He nodded slowly and looked down at his shoes, his forearms resting on his knees. You could almost listen to his loud thoughts, one coming after another inside his head. Porco sighed and turned his head back to you.

“Want me to get it fixed? Marcel knows a guy, I’m sure he can get it done by tomorrow.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s working just fine,” you said, passing your thumb over the crack. “No need to change it.”

Porco watched your eyes get lost on the dark screen and tightened his lips. He had the urge to throw your phone out of your window, make you understand you had to leave it, that it wasn’t good for you, that you didn’t need it, that you didn’t need  him —

Instead, he nodded.

“What happened?” you asked.

Porco paused, deliberating his words before speaking. “Pieck called and told me what you guys talked about and that… you didn’t take it well. She said you were crying and— that you had a panic attack, so she left the bathroom to look for help. She found Armin and he was the one that helped you regain your breath. Once you settle down, he called Annie to tell her what happened and she picked you up. When I got here you were already asleep on the couch, Annie said it was okay if I waited here.”

“I… don’t remember much,” you confessed with a grimace. “I don’t remember Armin helping me out. I— I do remember what Pieck and I talked about, though. Wish I could forget it instead,” you snorted. 

“Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.  Ouch . Why did every muscle of your body hurt so much?

“Wanna watch some shitty reality TV?” he offered. He didn’t miss the way a small smile appeared on your face.

In a matter of minutes, Porco had gone into your room and brought your laptop, and started looking for the show on Netflix. He put your laptop on his thighs and let you crawl by his side, your head resting against his shoulder.

“Wish they had Ink Master,” you sighed, as the intro of Netflix’s newest reality show played on your screen.

“We both know Netflix doesn’t have good shows.”

You snorted. “Black Mirror is good.”

“And yet we’re watching The Circle,” Porco teased you.

“Weren’t you the one that binged Season 1 on one night and then asked me to do the same so you could rant?” you reminded him with a playful tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied nonchalantly, making you chuckle.

What followed next was a comfortable silence. One episode went by and Porco made no attempts to stop it from automatically playing the second episode. You snuggled closer, the fabric of his green jacket feeling nice against your cheek. How long had it been since you felt so much peace with someone else by your side?

In any other situation, you would be commenting on it, pressing pause just to bitch and rant about the contestants or make quick runs to the kitchen. But Porco was sitting still, his eyes fixed on the screen and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was trying to comfort you the best way he could, knowing any words would fail, he aimed to create a safe space for you and not force you to behave normally when you both knew better than to completely ignore what had happened earlier.

Right. Zeke.

You felt your eyes watering and bit the inside of your cheek to prevent them from falling down. Focusing on your breath, you inhaled and exhaled rhythmically until the knot in your throat seemed to loosen up. Your feelings towards Zeke were confusing, a part of you wanting to run, look for him and demand an explanation. Another part of you wanted to face with, punch his stupid little face until you got tired and leave him on the floor. And another, maybe a bigger part of you wanted him to cradle you in his strong arms, kiss your temple and scratch your skin with his beard as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

You swallowed. Maybe Zeke was right. Maybe you did need psychological help.

Could you trust his words if he were to provide another explanation? Could you ever trust in him again? Most of all, could you trust yourself? Many voices had different opinions inside your head, yet they all agreed on something.

You were miserable.

“Every time I’m not with him, I’m anxious,” you mumbled, the words leaving your mouth before you thought them over. Porco moved his hand to pause the show, but you gestured to him not to. “And when he’s with me…” you continued, “I feel like I’m drowning.”

Your voice cracked at the end. Porco’s hand twitched, not sure what to do next. Should he hold you, put an arm around your shoulder to comfort you? Should he not move a muscle until you were done? Should he offer a word of comfort? He turned his head to you and noticed tears were silently streaming down your face.

“If Zeke was in front of me right now and told me Pieck lied her ass off, even after all the proof she showed me today… I would believe him. I would,” you sobbed. “And I hate myself so much for it. I’m so tired of this, I’m so tired of loving him, Pock.”

Porco’s hand cupped your head, his fingers gently caressing your hair. You snuggled closer to him, his perfume soothing the pain inside your heart and his gentle gesture comforting you. That was the magic Porco had. You knew he wasn’t always good with his words and most of the time he preferred to show rather than tell and boy, did he do a spectacular good job at showing you how much he cared.

He was there. Even after you had been ignoring him for over two weeks, he was here with his green jacket and his earthy-scented perfume ready to hold you if you needed him. And you did. You could never think of a moment where you wouldn’t want him to be there with you. 

You wiped your face with the back of your hand and reluctantly pulled away from his touch, turning on your seat so you were facing him. You paused your show and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said, biting down your bottom lip. “For being here and waiting until I woke up. I— I’ve been such a bad friend to you,” you sighed. “I’m so sorry, I just—”

Porco shook his head. “No. I’m sorry for what I said the night I stayed here.”

“No, you don’t need to— I mean— I wasn’t mad about it,” you fumbled with your words, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t know,” Porco shrugged. “Felt like I made you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t,” you assured him. “Thank you for staying with me that night. I really didn’t want to be alone.”

“I just— Can I say something else? Promise this is the last time I talk about it.” You nodded. “I didn’t love you the first time I met you,” he blurted, shrugging. “I mean, it’s not like I saw you and caught feelings— first time I saw you you were drunk off your ass at Reiner’s party. I was your friend first. Still am, nothing will change that. And honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised if my feelings went away,” he chuckled. “Who knows. Might finally meet someone else and fall for them.”

“Yeah, maybe you’ll meet someone,” you agreed with a strained smile.

“Whatever happens, know that before anything else, I’m your friend,” Porco said, golden eyes setting on yours. “And that will never change. You’re stuck with me.”

“And you’re stuck with me.”

“See any other reason why I’m watching a shitty reality show on a Tuesday night?”

At this, you hit Porco with one of the pillows, square on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at his stunned face.

“You’re  so  fucked,” he said, putting the laptop on the coffee table in front of him.

You took this as a sign to run, the ache in your muscles forgotten at the back of your head as you tried to dodge the pillows Porco was throwing at you. Your legs weren’t weak anymore, as you quickly jumped to avoid the furniture and picked up one of the pillows to throw it back at him. Your heart was no longer aching, but jumping as you cackled when Porco tripped and fell. Even if your eyes were watering again, this time was due to the excessive laughter. And yes, your breath was hitching but it was thanks to Porco chasing you around the living room.

You let yourself fall on the floor next to Porco, the coldness of the floor soothing your skin as he dramatically held his knee against his chest like an injured soccer player. You turned your head to him, smiling at his antics as he filled your heart with happiness once  more.

Maybe that had been his power all along.

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[scarletwinterxx]

End to Start pt. 3 - Jaehyun AU

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“But like how rich is he?”

“Rich enough to buy this building three four times over” you mumbled, not really paying much attention to Jungwoo and more on the cake you’re trying to decorate

“And you broke up with him? Wah noona” you looked over at him with a glare, signaling him to shut up. 

It was the day after the gala, you were supposed to take the day off but you’d rather keep yourself busy than overthink at home. Thus why you’re here now at the cafe with a very nosy Jungwoo beside you with his 100 questions after finding out you dated the Jung Jaehyun. 

“I’m three seconds away from kicking you out of this store permanently” 

“That’s the third time I heard that, this month” he smiled at you, walking back to the kitchen to grab the other pastries to be displayed. It’s still pretty early and it’s the weekend so you don’t expect that many people right now.

“So is he the guy you dated when you were in college?”

“Yes”

“You didn’t say he owned a big company”

“Are we playing 20 questions right now? Go serve the customers” you pushed him to the side when you heard the bell right, going back to what you were doing and letting Jungwoo deal with it. 

“Goodmorning, what can I get you today?”

“Two iced americano please”

Hold up, you know that voice. You don’t even have to look up to see who it was, “Is that all? Would you like to try some of our cakes and pastries? It’s good to pair with the coffee” Jungwoo said, still clueless about who he’s currently talking to 

“Is that green tea with pistachio? I’ll take a slice of that” it just so happens it was the cake you were currently setting up. 

“Sure thing, is that all?” After taking his order, the guy walked to a vacant table. 

“Noona, should I set you up with that guy? He was looking at you, plus he looks handsome and rich”

“Jungwoo”

“Mhm?”

“Shut up”

 You were preparing the order when the bell rang again, “Goodmorning, welcome to the cafe” Jungwoo greeted happily. 

“Oh, looks like he’s with someone” that made you halt for a second but quickly shaking it away. Passing the tray over to Jungwoo, “Here, go serve this and please stop being nosy”.

Jaehyun wanted to visit the cafe for some time now, but he didn’t want it to seem like he’s stalking you. He already knew you know how to bake, your cookies were his favorite. You used to bake those for him after exams as a way to cheer him up.

He didn’t know the first time he’ll be visiting here is when he’s about to break-up with his current ‘girlfriend’, with you standing only a few meters away. But after last night’s gala, Chungha called him suddenly asking if they could talk. 

“Here’s your order, is there anything else I could get you?” Jungwoo asked him and Chunga but the girl just shook her head with a smile, “Really? green tea cake? Your taste is so weird sometimes” she chuckled at the sight of cake on the table

“It’s one of the more unique flavors, we also have a chocolate one. It’s our bestseller” Jungwoo added, “Maybe later, thanks” 

After Jungwoo walked away, the two were left alone to talk. 

“Go on, just say it”

“You don’t have to act all tough all the time you know” 

His eyes landing on hers, as if he was telling her to just get on with it. “We had a good run” she chuckled, “What will your parents say when the word gets out?” Jaehyun asked. He might seem like a cold guy but he does still have some empathy left in him,

“I’ll deal with it. Happiness comes at a price, it just took me this long to realize I’m willing to pay for it no matter what the cost. Maybe you should too”

Jaehyun can’t help but look over at you, you were having a conversation with the guy that took his order and was laughing at something he said. Jaehyun’s gaze made Chungha look over at the side too, in that moment she knew

“So that’s her?”

“No” he cleared his throat before drinking his coffee, “You know you can’t lie that good, not to me atleast. Or her it looks like. Word of advice though, if she’s worth it just do it”

You were doing your best to ignore the two people on the far side of your cafe, Jaehyun and the girl looked like they were having a very serious conversation. When the girl stood up you immediately busied yourself again, then someone was standing infront of the counter on the other side. 

“I heard the chocolate cake is the best seller here” she said, her voice gentle and sweet. She seems like a lovely lady. 

“Yea, and the chocolate chip cookies too. Would you like to try it?” you asked her with a smile of your own

“I’ll take both to go” you packed the treats yourself, passing it over to her as she hand you her payment

“Green tea cake, sounds different” she chuckled, looking at the cake with a single slice missing “Oh yea, I just like trying out flavors here and there”

“What are you talking about? You always make that, if you want to try something new, you can order that. We always have extra” Jungwoo butted in, “Will keep that in mind, my friend loves that flavor”

“Oh, friend” Jungwoo said then looking over at you, “Thanks by the way” the lady said then walked out the door. 

“Friend” Jungwoo repeated with a wicked grin on

“Stop”

“But this is your chance at finally landing someone! Jihyo may be bad at setting you up maybe I can”

“No-”

“Let’s just try, see he’s walking over here”

“I said-” “Uh can I have this cake to go, please? I’ll also get the rest of it” Jaehyun said  looking back and forth between you and Jungwoo

“Sure, would that be all?” you asked as if you didn’t know him

“Uhm so my boss here-” you elbowed him on the stomach, trying to stop him from continuing. “I’m here! Sorry I’m a bit late, class finished later than I thought” Sungchan announced as he enter the shop, making the three of you look over at the tall boy

“Oh, hyung what are you doing here?” he asked Jaehyun when he spotted him, “You two know each other?” Jungwoo asked from beside you

Then it clicked, you almost wanted to slap yourself. How can you be so stupid, you’re not sure. 

“You’re related, how come I never put that together” you looked back and forth between the two

“You two know each other?” Sungchan asked back, “Something like that” Jaehyun mumbled. That made Jungwoo look over at you then Jaehyun then at you again, “Oh, Jung Sungchan. then you must be-”

After that stressful encounter, you chose to just call it an early day and leave the boys at the cafe. Jaehyun didn’t say much afterwards, just waited for his order then left with a few words said to his younger brother. 

Add that to the list of things you were thinking about. After the gala yesterday, after seeing Jaehyun’s mom again you can’t help but overthink about things again. A big part of you itching to do what you’ve always been meaning to do, something you wish you never did. 

Unable to stop yourself, you opened the door of your closet and rummaged through until you find the box stashed inside. Stuffing it in your bag before shruging your coat on, took your keys and drove off. 

You've only been at their place once, that was the first and last time. 

It’s what you see in movies, the typical huge mansion rich people have in movies. The Jungs were no exception, their home looked like something straight out of a magazine. Until now you feel like you shouldn’t be here. 

Parking your car on the driveway, you walked towards the front door. Knocking twice and wait for someone to open the door, when it did it was just the person you wanted to see, 

“Can we talk?”

Jaehyun didn’t expect the turn of events this day had, after finding out his youngest sibling works part time at your cafe ofcourse he had to know more. Telling Sungchan he’ll wait until his shift is over to drive him home. 

“You didn’t tell me you work at the cafe”

“Why? would you stop me just like mom?” the younger one asked, he knew what his brother meant.  With their mother there’s almost little to no room for freedom, their lives were planned out for them. As kids they were told what they should be when they grow up, expectations they had to meet, things they needed to accomplish. 

“No, it’s close to my office. You could’ve just worked for me” he answered, the older brother tone gone

“Then what’s the point? Like I said, I wanted to atleast see the world on my own before mom and dad stops me. Or atleast until college” Sungchan mumbles

“If you don’t want to study the course mom and dad are making you study just tell me, I’ll help you”

“Why? They’ll just get mad at you too”

“Then they can be both mad at us, don’t make the same stupid mistakes I did. Don’t take too long to decide that this isn’t the life you don’t want to live. Just... just be you. If they won’t have that, then you’ll have me” he sincerely said, meaning every word he just said. 

He wished he had someone to say that to him back then, in a way he did. You told him that. 

Even if the world is against him, he’ll have your hand to hold on to. 

“So, how did you know Y/N noona?”

“We went to same college” he answered, keeping it brief. After that Sungchan didn’t ask anymore questions. When they finally arrived at their home, there’s an unfamiliar car on the driveway. Assuming that it was one of their parent’s visitor,

“Are you staying the night?” Sungchan ask as they walk towards the house, “No, just came to talk to mom about something”

“Okay, well see you later” the two brothers went their own ways, Sungchan skipping up the stairs to his room while Jaehyun walk around the house looking for his mom. 

What he didn’t expect was to see who she was talking to, they were at the foyer, sitting at opposite sides of the table. 

“Even when I didn’t have anything to my name, I never touched a cent in that envelope. I’m ashamed I even took in the first place, that was my mistake. And I’m still paying for it until now, you got what you wanted. Jaehyun hates me”

You were talking about him with his mother? 

What envelop were you talking about?

“Then why did you take it?”

“Because it was the only way you’ll stop, I thought if I took the money and disappeared you would atleast spare him, you’d let him live the way he wants to. I don’t care if he’s angry at me, he has every right to be” you answered, no sign of intimidation or fear in your voice. 

But he does hear the pain, and he hated it. 

“Your son is worth more than whatever you give me, that money is bitter reminder of my lowest point. But even then, I’d rather starve and have no roof over my head than spend a single cent you gave me. It’s up to you if you tell him what you did, I think we’re way past the point of going back anyways. He can’t even stand being in the same room as me. One way or another, you got what you wanted. All I want is my peace, I don’t want that with me anymore, I don’t want to keep that in the corner of my closet like the monster I’m too scared to face”

Jaehyun was trying to take all of your words in, struggling to process the truth he just accidently uncovered. 

All those years he thought you left him because you didn’t love him was in fact not what really happened, His mother, surprisingly but not really, manipulated his life yet again. 

“All of the money is still in there, I haven’t touched that since then. I was just waiting for the day I could finally give it back to you. I’m pretty sure you don’t need it, but neither do I” you said your final words then rose from your seat. 

When you turned around to leave the place you didn’t expect to see the person standing by the door, a gasp leaving Mrs. Jung’s mouth

“Jaehyun” she said but his gaze was on you

You didn’t have to ask him, you already knew he heard it. How much? probably enough judging by the look on his face. 

You looked at him with same intense stare, trying to say your apologies without saying anything at all. It feels like there’s this weight lifted off of you after you gave the envelope containing the money back to his mom. Like this time you can look him in the eyes without thinking about the money stashed away in your closet.

There are still questions floating in his mind, you could tell. But Jaehyun didn’t look as troubled as he should be, even with the overwhelming amount of questions in his head he knew this time it would be okay. You were the only answer he needed.

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[dragonowl]

Our Memories Carved into the Season

The Sky That Doesn’t End Series Masterlist (coming soon)

Genre: EXO AU, High School

Rating: PG

Pairing: Chanyeol x Myeong-suk (OC)

Summary:  In which a new girl comes to school. A new girl determined to be alone. That’s no problem for a happy virus though. Chanyeol has suddenly found a desire to make a deep connection with someone outside of his brothers, regardless of the trials presented.

First, Prev, AO3

Chapter 3: First Song

What chord are you playing at that part again?” 

“A.”

“Okay,” she said, readjusting her fingers. “So if I play it like this…” She played a few notes, and he pointed excitedly. 

“That! That’s it,” he said. “Play it again.” She restarted, and he joined in, strumming his part again. When they finished the measure, he jumped up in excitement, raising his hand for a high five. “That was perfect!”

She met his high five, and his smile grew seeing her own. It was the biggest one she’d had so far.

~~~ 

“At the pace we’re going, we could probably have it finished by the end of the week,” he said, standing off to the side as she finished in her locker. She nodded, closing the door. “You ready?”

“Yep,” she said.

Before they could be off, Irene came up between them, hooking her arms through theirs. “Sorry,” she singsonged, “but I’m going to borrow Myeong-suk-ah today.” She frowned as Chanyeol removed his arm, wiping it away quickly as she turned to meet their confused faces. They quickly refilled the space she had taken between them, arms touching, and she had to hold back a scowl, instead, pasting on a smile. “A bunch of us girls are going shopping and I want you to come along.”

“Um, I don’t—”

She cut Myeong-suk off. “Uh uh. We’re having a girls' day out. We can’t spend all of our time around the guys, no matter how cute they are. Besides,” she took Myeong-suk’s hand. “Even though we sit at the same lunch table, I feel like I barely know you.”

When she continued to hesitate, Chanyeol bumped her shoulder. “You should go,” he said, and she turned to look at him. “It’ll be fun.”

“But what about—”

“We can work on it tomorrow,” he promised. 

When she still hesitated, Irene grabbed her forearm and shook it a little with a pout. “Please Myeong-suk,” she whined. “Myeong-suk-ah, Myeongie, Myeong Unnie.”

“Okay, okay,” she finally agreed, overwhelmed at her classmate’s sudden enthusiasm. 

“Yay! Let’s go!” Irene said, dragging her off. She looked over her shoulder at Chanyeol, who waved at her with a sad smile. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he mouthed.

~~~

“Ooo, you should try this on,” Irene said, holding a fitted crop top up to Myeong-suk. 

She grimaced and gently pushed it away. “It’s not really my style,” she said, receiving a shrug. She picked up a wide striped shirt with oversized sleeves, then put it back, pulling out a crimson and black fine plaid. She held it up then put it back too. 

“Aren’t you going to try anything on?” Irene asked. “Chanyeol would like that one.”

She smiled, face heating up. “I can’t really splurge on new clothes right now.”

“You could still try them on though,” Irene huffed. She grabbed the striped and plaid, shoving them at Myeong-suk as she grabbed a few more items. “Just try them on. That's the fun part.” After a couple more moments of Irene silently handing her things, she spoke up again. “It’s a pity we won’t get to graduate with them.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Myeong-suk asked as her heart stopped. 

“Didn’t Chanyeol tell you?” Irene continued, still focused on the clothes. “They’ll have to move before then.” When she looked up to see Myeong-suk’s glossy gaze she gasped, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Feilong told me. I thought as close as you two had gotten Channie would have…” 

Myeong-suk pulled her arm away, then placed the clothes she was holding on the rack, not bothering with where they went. 

“Irene,” one of the other girls from class had joined them, Min-jin if she remembered correctly. “I don’t think it was your place to say anything. And just because that hot head told you one thing, doesn’t mean it applies to all of them.”

“You’re probably right,” Irene said. “Feilong was probably just referring to himself, but they’re all so joined at the hip, it’s hard to imagine them apart. I’m sorry Myeong-suk, I’m sure Chanyeol will say something if he plans on moving too.”

Myeong-suk kept her eyes down, ready to leave, and the other girl just shook her head at Irene. “Hey, Myeong-suk, Min-seon and I are gonna go over to the bookstore. You should join us. We don't really need any clothes either.”

”I don't know…” 

”That’s okay, we’ll walk out together and you can decide on the way.” 

Min-seon placed a hand on her shoulder. ”It’s okay if you don't want to.”

Myeong-suk nodded and the three left the rest of the group, missing Irene’s smirk.

As they made their way through the crowded mall, the twins talked about random things and pointed at outfits in the window displays, consistently having different preferences. It didn’t go unnoticed to Myeong-suk that they weren’t forcing her to join in, but also made it so that she could if she wanted to by keeping an even pace with her. When they got to the bookstore the three stopped and stood in unsure silence until Min-seon broke it. “We’re sorry about what happened. Irene can be overwhelming and isn’t the kindest individual. We would love to hang out more, but if you need to get away, we understand.” 

“It’s not your fault,” Myeong-suk responded, giving the girls a small smile. 

“If you want, we could wander around separately? That way there’s alone time without being fully alone.” Min-jin recommended. “I’m actually probably going to browse the music section.” 

“That... actually sounds nice,” Myeong-suk said. “Thank you.”

~~~

An hour later, they sat around a table in the crowded food court, mostly focused on their food. 

“Did you get the guitar picks for Chanyeol?” Min-jin asked suddenly. Her question startled Myeong-suk out of her spiraling brain, and she nodded slowly, her hand moving to where the picks rested in her bag, then stopping as the thoughts picked back up. 

“You shouldn’t listen to what Irene said. Chanyeol’s a good guy, he won’t keep something important like moving a secret from someone he cares about.” Min-jin continued, taking a bite from her food. 

“We’re not that close,” Myeong-suk said, her face heating up. 

“Chanyeol’s really sweet to pretty much anyone, but he used to stay within the group, with the other guys,” Min-seon said. “The only other person he hangs out with is you.” She took a drink of her bubble tea, allowing that to sink in for a moment. 

“Enough about boys,” Min-jin said, reaching into one of her shopping bags. “I finally got Nu’est’s mini-album!” She held it up for them to see. “Look how cute they are!”

Min-seon rolled her eyes at her twin and shared a glance with Myeong-suk. “I thought you were done talking about boys?”

Chapter 4

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Arcane - Part 12

Ø  Meaning: Secret, Mysterious, Understood only by few. MAGIC

Ø  Pairing: Panther Hybrid Min Yoongi x Reader

Ø  Summary: Some secrets are kept for the good of people. Some secrets are kept for abuse or power. Yoongi had been a victim of abuse and power, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else use secrets for that purpose. So, when Y/N comes into his life with secrets, he doesn’t want to fall into that rabbit hole again. He doesn’t want to give all his trust to someone who will abuse their power over him. But maybe Y/N’s secrets are a good thing.

Ø  Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

Ø  Warnings: None

Ø  Word Count: 1202

Ø  A/N: Hey guys… here is the next part of my Min Yoongi fic!! It’s been quite a while since I last posted anything for Arcane, and I know this part is also quite short, but I have been recently editing GOLDEN TIME and posting it on AO3 and also Wattpad!! It would mean a lot to me if you would check it out, it’s completely edited and I’m adding more story to it!! So, I really hope you guys love and support this fic like you did with GOLDEN TIME!! If you want to be added to a tag list, message me or leave a comment or ask!! I would love and appreciate your feedback!! Thank you so much

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Finally after a day that seemed like it wouldn't end, Y/N arrived home, closing the door and sighing as she leaned back against it. Her eyes closed shut, not much darker then the cold house she walked into, trying to listen out for anything, anyone moving around the house.

Though like last night and the night before that, it was silent, not a whimper, not a whisper.

"Good to be home." Y/N whispered to herself as her body sagged, sitting her bag and coat down right where she kicked off her shoes before walking to the kitchen. "Maybe..." Y/N looked through the fridge at the lacking of edible food sitting before her. "Ordering in, it is."

Taking her hair out and running her nails against her scalp, Y/N moved towards her room, stopping in front of Yoongi's door. Under the door, Y/N could see movement against the light that was on in the room, Y/N just thankful that Yoongi was still present.

Knocking three times, Y/N went through a normal routine they had; "I'm home, Yoongi. I'm going to order some food, would you like anything?" Y/N waited a few heartbeats before speaking again. "Okay, I'll order now."

Y/N walked to her bedroom, freeing herself of any restricting clothing and into her most comfy pyjamas before walking back to the front door to get her phone. Before she walked away there was a knock at the door, confused she looked through the small window beside the door to see a delivery man standing there. Opening the door, thinking they might have had the wrong house, Y/N was prepared to turn them away.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" They asked, looking up at Y/N expectedly, who just nodded before they offered a bag of food. "Enjoy."

"Um... thank you." Y/N smiled a little before they were walking away.

Y/N took a step back and closed the door, completely confused at the bag of food in her hands until she turned around.

"Oh my god, Yoongi, you scared me." Y/N stared wide eyed at the hybrid in front of her, hair a mess, bags under his eyes, and yet still standing in front of her.

"Well are you coming?" Yoongi spoke the first words to Y/N in days. "I'm hungry."

The hot bag of food pressed against Y/N's chest was starting to burn, but the confusion of what stood in front of her weighed more. Following dumbly behind the hybrid, Y/N stopped a little short from the kitchen, watching as Yoongi took out plates, going to set the table. Y/N really didn't know what to do, she just stood and watched him, not wanting to make any sudden movement to upset him.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Yoongi asked over his shoulder as he sat at the table in his normal seat.

"Right, yeah... sorry." Y/N moved quickly over towards the table, finally sitting the hot food down and sitting herself.

Y/N sat, quietly as Yoongi served them both food, eating the food and looking up every now and then at the panther hybrid across from her. He never said anything, only focused completely on eating, his eyes never even leaving his plate. It was awkward, or maybe it was just Y/N who didn't know what to do or say to the hybrid across from her.

Did she apologies? Did she make small talk? Excuse herself and give him freedom?

Y/N was about to make some excuse to leave the table, to leave Yoongi in peace after she finally saw that he was eating but he stopped her; "So, when am I leaving?"

"What?" Y/N asked, spoon halfway to her mouth.

"When do I leave?" Yoongi asked again, still not looking up t Y/N. "When are you taking me back? I can't satisfy you or your friends. You don't need me here."

"Yoon... Yoongi... I..." Y/N was confused, or completely beyond that.

"I'm sorry I wasn't good for you. I promise I'll leave quietly, I'm already packed. I have left everything you've bought me in it's place." Yoongi continued talking, not have completely heard Y/N stutter. "When did you want to send me back?"

So maybe confused wasn't the correct emotion to feel right now, anger could have been something, maybe a sudden willingness to hunt down his previous owners and make them pay was another thing. That was a good suggestion for Y/N, to hunt down whoever it was to turn such an amazing man, an amazing person, into this shell of a man.

"Yoongi, I'm not going to send you back." Y/N words only caused Yoongi's ears on his head to flicker uncontrollably, she could see the ends of his tail curl around his own waist. "Yoongi, I'm not... I mean... you... okay..." Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. "Would you like to go back?"

That question seemed to be the golden one, it caused Yoongi to look up and at the woman across from him. She was giving him a choice, she was actually allowing him to choose whether he went back or stayed with her. No one had ever given him that choice before, no human had ever given him that choice.

"I'll do whatever you'd want me to." Yoongi said instead of answer.

"No, Yoongi," Y/N missed how Yoongi shivered when she spoke his name. "The choice is yours. If you would like to go back, then you can go back when the boys come to visit tomorrow."

"Their coming?" Yoongi stared wide eyed at Y/N, for the first time in a long time, hope shone.

"They'll be here tomorrow afternoon. If you wish to leave, I'm sure they'll love to have you go back home." Y/N couldn't look at Yoongi now, giving him exactly what he wants, and losing everything she could have. "I'll make arrangements for you, make sure you pack everything, even the stuff you bought while here, it's yours."

Y/N stood from her chair, walking away from a stunned Yoongi still sitting at the table, watching Y/N walk away. She had given him the option and even gave more for the choice he wanted to make, giving him everything he wanted. Yoongi could never quiet understand Y/N, he could never fully grasp what her intentions are with him. Yet, here she was, giving him everything he could ask for when he never asked for a thing, not really asked for but maybe... or she... Yoongi never quiet knew what it was that Y/N was doing for him, and maybe, maybe he wasn't strong enough to ask what she ever gained from him being here.

She would never allow Yoongi to hear her, not the way she completely broke down as soon as her door was closed. The cry that raked through Y/N's body came suddenly and loudly, a little too loudly before she tried to silence her cries. Moving through her room, Y/N ended up in the place she always ended up when everything got too much, when everything felt like it was moving in on her. Stuffing herself into the bottom on the wardrobe, Y/N cried and cried, not realizing that the hybrid in the kitchen could hear every heartbreaking moment.

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F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

Warning: Anxiety, Stress, Electrocution, Choking, Smut

Words: 2.8K

Chapter Eight

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Prompt: NexGen is the leading company for all of humanities technological advances. Their recent project involves creating a higher functioning AI, one with basic knowledge of the world, and programmed to learn. It’s no surprise the project is a secret from the general public, and you, the company’s head programmer, were chosen to be the AI’s teacher. You wish you could reject the assignment, but the decision was made. Now with an AI at home things were different. Although it might not be such a bad thing, perhaps you could learn and help each other out, for better or for worse.

“Why are you going out with Hyungwon?”

    You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips. It felt like Chae had never left, and it was nice to hear his usual inquiries about your relationship with Hyungwon.

“Cause it’s a date.”

“But I’m here.”

“Yes, I know, but we already made plans to go out tonight.” You turned to Chae. “We won’t make any other plans after this so you and I can catch up, how does that sound?”

“Acceptable.”

“Good.” Your phone buzzed. “He’s here, so let’s go.”

    Chae took his usual spot on your wrist, and you were happy to have him back. You went out to meet Hyungwon in front of your place, greeting him with a kiss.

“You look pretty.”

“Don’t I always?”

“So, where are we going tonight?”

“I picked a nice place. Some of your favorites.”

“Awesome.”

    You chatted a bit with Chae on the ride over, somewhat making plans for later since you were also eager to spend time with him. Especially now that there wasn’t some project that would take priority. When you came to the restaurant Hyungwon had you wait in the lobby while he talked to the hostess. It was a popular place, a lot of people around, so you expected to wait a while before being seated. You were fine, but then a huge group came in, rather rowdy, pushing and shoving. Suddenly you were on high alert, and your surroundings started to blur. You were scared, and started to have trouble breathing. It was crowded and people only seemed focused on their party, so no one took notice of your freak out in the corner, no one except Chae.

‘Get y/n out, now.’

    Hyungwon was heading back to you when his phone chimed, a message from Chae. He didn’t quite understand it, but Chae wasn’t wasting time.

‘She is freaking out. I’m unsure of what happened but she needs to be taken off the premises. Now!’

    Hyungwon pushed past the crowds to find you, seeing that you were rather frozen in place. He grabbed your hand and led you outside, away from the restaurant where you had space.

“Breathe, just breathe, you’re alright. Did something happen back there?” You shook your head. “Alright, just breathe for now.”

‘Take her home.’ Chae texted. ‘Please’

Hyungwon sighed. “Let’s get you home.”

“No… no I’m…”

“Y/n, you don’t look so good, please, let me get you home.”

    You didn’t have the strength to fight, so you just nodded. Hyungwon took your hand and led you back over to the car, helping you get in and get your seatbelt on. The drive was quiet, until Chae turned on the radio, although he was more focused on examining you. There was no history of you being claustrophobic or having anxiety. Then again, you never socialized much, so you weren’t in situations to discover this.

    You felt a bit better when you got home, sinking onto the couch. Hyungwon prepared you some tea while Chae continued his examination. Even if you felt better, you felt bad, you had been excited for your date but you wound up ruining it without meaning to. You felt embarrassed more than anything for your behavior because you knew that wasn’t like you. Hyungwon handed you your cup of tea and sat down next to you.

“How are you feeling?”

“Okay… I’m sorry…”

“About what? Tonight? We can always do it some other time.”

“Not just that… I don’t know what happened to me… I swear I was fine and then… I wasn’t…”

“It’s not your fault, things just happen.”

“But I don’t know why…”

“I might.” Chae volunteered. “Your mood changed with the atmosphere as a larger crowd of people entered.”

“So… what does that mean?”

“Hyungwon told me about the diagnosis at the hospital, your nerves are damaged at the moment. It’s likely that you’ve become sensitive to a lot for now, that is until you’ve healed. The sudden increase in people could have cause a sensory overload.”

“Oh… that… that makes sense…”

“Aish.” Hyungwon mumbled. “I should have realized that sooner.”

“It’s not your fault either. None of us thought of it until it happened… sorry about date night.”

“Stop apologizing, a million things could have ruined it.”

“If anyone should be apologizing it’s me. I’m the one who… electrocuted you back then and most likely caused more damage.”

“I was hurt because of the stupid drone malfunction, not you Chae. I probably wouldn’t have known about the damage if not for you that day.”

“I still feel responsible.”

“You’re not, so how about none of us feel guilty.”

“Alright.”

“Agreed. I’ll order some take out and how about we watch a movie?” Hyungwon suggested. “Does that sound good?”

“I can do that.”

    Going forward all your dates and dinners were at home, which meant a lot of junk food and binge watching TV. It was enjoyable, they made sure you had as much fun as possible with being stuck at home. You were used to being home, it was your safe place, and now you had company to make you smile. Although Chae got very good at board games, it was hard to win against him, and you somewhat didn’t want to play with him either, but he enjoyed it so you couldn’t deny him a game.

    Hyungwon would stay the night every so often, and Chae certainly acted like he wasn’t bothered over it. Of course he was rather clingy those nights too, wanting to make sure nothing happened between you two. Although on occasion he’d leave you two alone, he still liked to browse the interwebs and keep tabs on what went on in the world. You found it cute when you’d find him floating in front of the computer, like a little kid using up his internet time. You’d tell him not to burn himself out, and leave him to learn, it was probably better since he was supposed to be shut off right now anyway.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What’s up?”

“Chae… what’s the point of him?”

“What do you mean?”

“What is NexGen gonna do with him once he’s… I don’t know, advanced enough? Even here he’s still learning new things.”

“Ah, the idea is that he’s going to help people.”

“How?”

“In a lot of different ways. Take the police drones we have now. They need to be coded with precision to make sure they function within the laws. As you know, updating the code requires just as much care, but if the drones were AI, they wouldn’t need to be programmed, just taught.”

“And given they’re still code in a sense, the likelihood of error is basically zero. Anything that can corrupt humans in the police force wouldn’t work on them.”

“Precisely.”

“But doesn’t that mean people will lose jobs?”

“You say that like I’m not proof of that.”

“Exactly, so aren’t you upset?”

“Not for the reasons you might think. Chae… like many of us didn’t ask to be created, but he’s here. Someone was gonna take my job someday, besides, things like this are for the best. Aren’t humans always innovating and advancing. Chae is the start of something new.”

“So they’ll make more of him? Copy him?”

“Not exactly. His base code and program is designed to learn, and he has, tremendously, so that original code will be copied and be the birth of other AI as they learn and grow too.”

“So they’ll be just like kids.”

“With a lot of potential.”

“Turning into the drones that watch over humanity.”

“Not exactly. Chae will get a body someday.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s why human communication is important. He’s not just gonna be some drone, but an android that walks among us and helps people.”

“Ah… so will he get a handsome face like mine?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s impossible because I’m already perfect.” Hyungwon climbed on top of you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “And speaking of me… should we try something new?”

“Wa… what do you mean?”

“Since you’re all sensitive right now I thought we should take advantage of the situation and see if… well if there are some benefits…”

“You mean… sex?”

“If… if you want I mean, we don’t have to… and I… well I can’t promise an amazing night since I’ve never…”

“You’ve never done this before?”

“It’s not really something you can practice…”

You giggled. “Hyungwon, do you think I have any experience? Cause I don’t.”

   He pressed his head against yours, the two of you laughing over the situation. Although you found it good that he wouldn’t lie to you about something like this.

“I guess we can try new things together.”

“Are you sure? I talked big but I don’t want you doing something you’re not comfortable with.”

“As long as you got a condom, or a couple, I would like to try… this, with you.”

    It was your first, for both of you, so being nervous was normal. Although this would certainly be a night you never forgot. Being the nerd he was, Hyungwon mumbled to himself about how this was supposed to go down, starting with foreplay. He kissed you passionately, his lips slowly moving down your neck. You didn’t know what to do with your hands so you merely let them trail up and down his body, trying to focus on him and not your nervousness. That is until you were interrupted.

“What the fu-”

    Hyungwon had suddenly stopped, and you heard a small clicking sound. Next thing you knew Hyungwon was screaming and on the floor. You began to panic as well, unsure of what happened or if you were the cause. That is until you realized the collar around his neck, and the glowing white light.

“CHAE!”

“Y/n, are you alright.”

“Let him go this instant! What are you doing!!!”

    Thankfully Chae listened and let go of Hyungwon, letting him breathe. You were quickly at his side, checking for damage. His throat seemed red and there would possibly be bruises later on. He said he was fine and you were beyond confused.

“What the hell was that, Chae!”

“I thought he was hurting you!”

“What?”

“Your heart rate suddenly spiked, and your body temperature increased. I thought he was causing you harm.”

“No, no, Chae, he wasn’t hurting me he was… we were doing something else.”

“When I entered he was on top of you? What were you doing? It gives him-”

“Chae… we were making out and… I was getting… excited…”

“Excited? What-”

“We were going to have relations!” You hid your face in your hands. “Chae we were doing things…”

“Relations… as in sexual relations?”

“Yes.” Hyungwon cleared his throat. “Adult things, Chae. Although I’m glad to know you’re so protective of y/n. Perhaps you should assess the situation better next time.”

“Oh… I apologize for disrupting your… intimate moment…”

“You might wanna head out before she gets any more embarrassed.”

“Sorry…”

    Chae zoomed out of the room, Hyungwon getting up and closing the door a bit. You were still on the floor, head in your hands. Hyungwon knelt down beside you, pulling one of the blankets off your bed and wrapping it around you.

“Are you okay?”

“Shouldn’t I… be asking you?”

“Just some mild shocks and a bit of choking. I guess Chae is into that kind of stuff.”

“Ya! I don’t think he understands it!”

“Seriously, are you alright?”

“No…” You couldn’t hold back laughing. “I cannot believe he did that… gosh I… is this what it feels like to have a kid walk in on you when… nothing was even going on yet.”

Hyungwon chuckled. “There’s a first for everything. So, I assumed that killed the mood…”

“I don’t know.”

    You got up and plopped down on the bed, laying on the pillow and hiding again. You were still very much embarrassed, starting to wonder if Chae was alright too. Hyungwon laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around you.

“You didn’t get hurt did you?”

“No.” You rolled over to face Hyungwon. “Are you seriously okay?”

“Yes. Like I said, I’m glad to know he’s protective of you.”

“Then do you still… want to…”

“I’m down if you are.”

“You were doing so well before…”

“That’s good to hear.” Hyungwon kissed you. “Any more tips?”

“Hm… just be you…”

“I can do that.”

    He started slowly again, wanting to get you out of your little cocoon. His kisses made you feel warm and safe, even while you were shy. Hyungwon slipped out of his shirt first, setting the atmosphere so you wouldn’t feel so nervous once you began to lose clothing as well. For his first time, he was certainly good with comfort. He touched you gently, making it known that your enjoyment was his priority, more or less ignoring his own needs in the moment.

    At first you jumped when his fingers touched your core, making him ask for permission to move forward. You slowly got into it, holding his arms and letting him take control. It probably took ages before he slid a finger inside you, but he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you, every little noise that escaped your lips had him asking if you were in pain, which you weren’t, it was quite honestly the opposite.

    When you got up to three fingers you couldn’t possibly imagine what it would be like to have his length inside you. At times you’d see it through your haze of pleasure, feel it rubbing against you. It wasn’t fair that you were the one enjoying yourself the most, but seeing you so happy was enough for him. You couldn’t leave him out, eventually getting a hold of his cock and stroking him gently, feeling it pulse in your hand, precum coating your hand as well. His little apologies for making a mess were just so cute.

    He stepped away for a moment to get the condom on, once again asking if this is what you wanted, and you assured him it was. He held your hand tightly, pushing into you slowly, inch by inch. He was just being careful but you swear he was also being such a tease. The way he stretched you was incredible and you could never have imagined the job. He had always been such a gentleman, even in the bedroom. Once he was all the way in he gave you a moment to get used to him, and then he started to rock his hips, driving you insane with pleasure.

    He found your sweet spot without even trying, making you feel even better than you already did. Every inch of your skin was burning with desire and he was taking care of everything. You held on tightly, mumbling incoherently while trying to tell him how good it felt. He assured you he was on the same level as you, whispering that you felt incredible and he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Yet he managed to do so cause he wanted to see you shake beneath him, moaning out his name. From there how could he resist achieving his own climax while you were still so sensitive. It was a night like no other for both of you.

“You good…”

“I’m way better… than good.” You were still catching your breath. “Are you sure this was your first time?”

“TV and books might not be the worst teacher.”

“Goodness, what kind of media do you consume.”

“And you? Did you have fun?”

“Yeah… we should do it again sometime.”

“I only hope I can make you as happy as you are now.”

“As long as you’re you, I’m sure you can. I’m going to wash up, can you change the sheets?”

“No problem.”

    You got out of bed, stumbling a bit but assuring Hyungwon you were fine. You washed up and got into bed, happy to sleep tonight. Hyungwon went in after you, double checking if it was alright to sleep with you in your room that night. You couldn’t possibly deny yourself or him some after sex cuddles. It was easy to fall asleep in his arms, although he stayed up a bit longer. Once he was sure you were asleep he got up and went looking for Chae.

    The little guy was still at the computer, the usual blue light glowing dimly as Chae was preserving power in sleep mode. Hyungwon walked over, seeing the computer was off, meaning the little one wasn’t up to anything. Probably just stayed put for fear of interrupting again. Chae flashed white before being grabbed, Hyungwon looking him over for a bit before taking him back to the bedroom and setting him down on his charging port.

“Sleep well.”

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Different but the Same (epilogue)

tw: mentions of drinking, bad coping mechanisms, jealousy/envy

Word count: 1.8k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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“...I can’t return your feelings.” She hesitated. “No matter how much I feel drawn to you, my love for Hajime will always be stronger and it isn’t fair to you or him to take you on as my mate.” 

“I understand.” 

Everything hurt. 

A sudden gust of wind blew the scent of pine over to the two, drawing their eyes to Iwaizumi who was standing by the chain-link fence. “Thank you for allowing me to be the Omega for your pack, Ushijima-san.” He winced at the formalities. “I wish you luck in your future endeavours.” 

Ushijima gave her a stiff nod, grasping her hand softly. He pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Thank you for your kindness, (Name).” 

She gave him a soft smile, nodding at him before escaping from his grasp like water that trickled down cupped hands. The Omega made her way over to Iwaizumi who opened his arms to her. Stepping into them, Ushijima watched as Iwaizumi’s hands fell onto her waist, pulling her flush against him as he pressed the gentlest of kisses to her forehead. 

*****

Wakatoshi Ushijima would always remain in some facet of their lives. She finished the season out with the Shiratorizawa pack, letting their mark fade and leaving a faint scar. On some days, she could feel a lingering ghost of emotion through it, typically more intense emotions after events like when he lost his first professional match. Since the accidental bonding, they’d had a frank discussion about what had happened. He understood her decision, though it had broken his heart. Ushijima never did find another Omega like her. Later, he ended up marking and mating with an Omega he had met while traveling with his professional team, but there were some nights, when he looked at the sky and thought about the strawberry Omega that had slipped away from him. 

Iwaizumi and (Name) both ended up at the same university, both studying some form of sports. Iwaizumi studied sport medicine while she studied sport management with a focus on marketing. This, and the fact that Oikawa played volleyball professionally still, kept them in the loop of the going-ons of volleyball. All three of their fates would forever intertwine with volleyball. The summer after they graduated, Iwaizumi and (Name) got married, with invites extending to both the Aoba Johsai and Shiratorizawa packs. Though she didn’t maintain the mark, the Omega was still always included in Shiratorizawa annual reunions having won their hearts all those years ago. It wasn’t unheard of for both the teams to host reunion plans because of that. Since it was rare for Ushijima to go due to his intense schedule, they never really worried about it but whenever they encountered the Apex Alpha, they were always cordial. 

*****

Gravel crackled under their feet as they went through the pristine white gates, heading to one such gathering. A firm hand laid on her hip, the other occupied with a smaller hand. In her arm was a tray of onigiri, her other hand also similarly occupied with an even smaller hand. “Hey, (Name)! Welcome back to Japan!” 

A dazzling smile made its way to her face as she greeted her old friend. “Well, well, if it isn’t Semi Eita,” she teased. The child on her left, Daitan, held her hands out to the former setter, begging to be carried. “It’s so great to be home.” 

A few years ago, Iwaizumi had moved them out to California for an internship, and that’s where their children had been born. They’d only just gotten back to Japan a year ago.

“Oh wow, you’re getting so big Princess!” He picked up the toddler, spinning her around in greeting. 

“Eita, be careful.” Besides him was his mate, Jen, a lovely Alpha that (Name) had introduced him to from one of her college classes. 

“I’ll be back, love,” Iwaizumi’s gruff voice whispered in her ear, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before he slipped off with their son, Arakan, to join his pack-mates. 

“Uncle Tendou!” Her daughter squirmed in Semi’s arms, reaching out to the red-haired middle blocker as he suddenly appeared at Semi’s shoulder.

“Well well well! If it isn’t my little darling,” Tendou cheered, scooping the child out of Semi’s arms as he ran away. 

“There goes my children and husband,” (Name) chuckled, turning back to Semi and his mate. “How have you two been? I haven’t seen you guys since last Christmas.” He shrugged, a mischievous smile on his face as he placed a hand on his mate’s stomach. (Name)’s mouth dropped, “no, you aren’t!” They both nodded, glee on their faces.

“Twins too!” Semi chirped. His mate playfully shoved him.

“I don’t know how you manage to wrangle those two together. I’m so nervous for when these two little pups join us.” Jen rolled her eyes. “They keep me up at all hours of the night, and I get to send him on all types of late-night craving runs.” 

“Mommy, mommy!” A loud cry pierced the air as Daitan scrambled to her side, begging for the Omega’s attention. A laugh slipped from her lips as (Name) scooped her daughter up, letting her rest against the hip. “Uncle Oikawa is being mean to me!” The tanned setter appeared from the path that the toddler cleared, panting. Glancing around, she noticed Tendou preoccupied with another female. 

“I did not!” 

“Did too! He took the ball from me and wouldn’t teach me how to set.” 

The other former third-years of Aoba Johsai followed the child, jumping in as they made fun of the former captain. Semi and the two Omegas simply laughed at his reddening face. Iwaizumi came over, his hand holding tightly onto the hand of the older male toddler, who had his father’s disposition. His hand found its way to his mate’s waist again, gripping it softly as he pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek. A cry from the boy had (Name) lifting Arakan onto the other side of her hip. 

****

His thundering footsteps were followed by softer ones. Her hand clutched at his, nails digging in as a citrus scent bittered in apprehension. It had been years since he had seen his pack-mates, and it had been years since his Omega had met them. The only encounter they had at their wedding had been brief. “You’ll be okay.” His deep voice filled the stagnant air as they walked under the arch. Ushijima Kei, his Omega, pursed her lips at his words but remained silent. As they entered, a warm strawberry scent overwhelmed him instantly. A sigh—almost one of relief—escaped him as his eyes wandered. His jaw relaxed as they found her. Kei’s brown eyes narrowed slightly at his reaction, noticing where his gaze fell. Citrus bittered even more at it, unnoticed by Ushijima. 

“Wakatoshi!” The spell broke as his attention was brought back to Earth, an arm thrown around his shoulder. “It’s been so long!” 

“Hello Tendou.” 

Tendou’s wide smile filled his face as he looked beyond Ushijima, his other arm supporting a young girl. “And this must be your lovely wife, Kei! You look as lovely as you did on your wedding day.” The child squirmed in his arms; Ushijima could faintly catch the smell of strawberries on her. “Off you go darling! You should go bother Oikawa,” he grinned, placing the child down as he gently pushed her in the direction of the setter. He turned back to the couple who watched as the toddler ran off. Oikawa’s loud exclamation filled the air as he scooped the child into a hug.

“Hello again, Tendou. I hope you’re well.” They continued to make small talk as they made their way to the table of food. Ushijima wanted to pick up a bottle of beer but reached for sparkling water instead. Due to his rigorous training schedule, he wasn’t allowed to enjoy small luxuries like that. As he opened the bottle to sip at it, his gaze wandered back onto her. The way the golden rays bathed her made her look like a goddess to him, almost as pretty as Aphrodite in the Greek myths of old. Her laugh tugged at his heartstrings. 

The bitter citrus scent became stiflingly warm. 

“Are you okay?” Ushijima’s gaze shifted back to his Omega, who looked uncomfortable. She shook her head, telling him that there was nothing wrong. He hummed in response. Olive eyes spotted Goshiki. “I’ll be back,” he promised, making his way towards his kouhai. Kei let out a noise of discontent, eyes flitting back to the other Omega. Tendou’s gaze followed hers, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Do you know (Name)-chan?” 

Kei froze, doe-eyes blinking at Tendou. She stammered in response as Tendou grinned benevolently. 

“Don’t worry! She was just our lovely Omega manager in our third-year of high school.” 

Hesitation filled her, citrus scorching his nose. “Wakatoshi seems...taken..with her.” 

“I’m not surprised,” Tendou hummed, sipping at his beer. “They were courting at one point.” He tilted his bottle at (Name) as they watched Iwaizumi rejoin her side. “They’d both marked her at one point, but she ended up choosing Iwaizumi instead.” 

Kei’s mouth ran dry, fist clenching at her side. “I see..” 

They surveyed the couple as the Omega’s laugh carried to them. She watched as (Name) picked up her children. Kei grabbed Tendou’s beer, finishing it off for him as his eyebrows raised at her actions. 

She and Ushijima had been married for years now, having met at one of his practice matches. As a sports medic, she had taped up his fingers when he had accidentally hurt himself serving and since then, he’d started courting her. A loud hiss sliced through the tense, stale air as another beer was opened and downed. 

They had never once talked about having pups. Nor had he ever mentioned his past, let alone the fact that he had courted and marked another woman. 

Her eyes wandered back to her mate, watching his expression. Tendou couldn’t help following her gaze, sighing as he shook his head at his best friend.   

Olive eyes were transfixed on the Omega and her children. Ushijima’s heart had both warmed and cracked at the scene. He had always imagined that she would make a wonderful mother. He just wished that it was his pups that she was carrying. Another pang of envy slipped through him as her (e/c) eyes drifted and met his olive ones. A small smile, meant only for him. Smaller, dark brown eyes swiveled to look at what her mother was smiling at. A tiny fist waved at him, a wide smile that reminded him of her appeared on the toddler’s face. If only he hadn’t let himself get lost along the way, perhaps he could have had a chance. After all, he wasn’t too different from Iwaizumi, was he?

*****

Fun facts:

Arakan means worthy one, hero

Daitan means daring, bold one

Kei means reverence, rapture

*****

A/N: Holy fuck y’all. I deadass have been working on this for months. If I’m being honest, it was up in the air of who she was going to end up with. Thank you for joining me in this monster of a self-indulgent A/B/O read. I love this type of dynamic, and I was honestly struggling to find good content so might as well, y’know?

How are we feeling? Is this what you expected? What was your favourite part about DBTS?

Please, spam my ask-box with your thoughts/comments/ideas. God I’m so emotional just posting this asdfghjkl

Just like for Lockscreens, I will be permanently opening DBTS Supplements! Feel free to send in your suggestions, ideas, and/or questions about their future. 

If you have any comments about their past, please send them my way too! I’m slowly working on a prequel for DBTS featuring Iwaizumi and (Name).

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parings: jung jaehyun x reader

genre: ceo!au, arranged marriage!au, angst, asshole Jaehyun, swearing

[ ☽ smut (suggestive) | ◇ angst (belittling, swearing) ]

note: BB deals with themes of mental and physical abuse, which can be upsetting for some readers. If you feel uncomfortable reading these types of plots, you are advised to not continue. MINORS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, but I advise you to skip the sexual parts.

[ 8k words ]

You can feel the Spring breeze settle on your skin, the cooling wind planting goosebumps on your naked back as it brushes the blankets from your body. You reach for Jaehyun and his warmth, but the familiar body isn’t next to yours. Lifting your heavy head, you search for him in the room to only find him leaning against the balcony, overlooking the city below his feet. Putting on one of his t-shirts, you walk to him and put your arm on his back, rubbing circles on it. Jaehyun’s gaze continues to stick to the city. To you, it looks like he didn’t get a lick of sleep, dark eye bags painted his face, restlessness coating his eyes, his face showed no emotion. 

“Good morning,” you smile. You comb your fingers through his hair hoping to alleviate whatever weighed his mind, “you okay?” 

Jaehyun slightly nods to you, his head falling before he turned to face you, “yeah,” he said, “let’s get going or we’re going to be late.” 

With that, Jaehyun turned around to head back to your room. Confusion blurs your mind as you watch his figure pick up the discarded clothes from last night. Why was he acting like this? Usually, he’d still be in bed and holding you in his arms, being all lovey-dovey. Was it something that you did last night that he didn’t like? Were you giving too much? Or too little? Did he just not get enough sleep? Nothing but the latter would answer your question after seeing him rub his face. 

“Do you want to go grab breakfast before we go? We have a bit of time,” you glanced at the clock. 

“No, actually. I’d like to get home as quickly as possible,” Jaehyun responded, not giving you a glimpse as he shoves clothes into his luggage, his hands tightening in stress as he didn’t bother to fold them but instead bunch them in his fists. 

“Okay,” you drag out, “are you busy at work?” You asked. You wanted to know if something came up from work that he suddenly had to attend, but that thought disappeared as Jaehyun peered at you with a sliver of frustration. 

“Yes, please. Let’s go home.” 

You two board the plane, sitting next to each other not peeping a word. The tension between you two was so heavy that even the plane itself would struggle to cut through it. You sat still in your seat focused on your tablet as you did some work, but you also didn’t speak to him, afraid that you’d set something off. And Jaehyun didn’t say anything to you, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to control himself. 

You’re only married to her for business, you think this is all happy and fairytale-like? That everything’s all lovey-dovey just because you’re married upon a contract? No, I bet she doesn’t love you, she probably hates you because of you who are. A dirty, scathing, slug who only clings to the Jung name. Get your head out of your ass. The words his father spat at him echoed in his mind, it was like he etched his own words into Jaehyun’s brain, making sure they’d stick there. 

He turned to you, who fell fast asleep, your head hanging over your tablet. Like second nature, Jaehyun gently supported your head until it was up against the headrest, he knows you’d complain about the pain if you stayed in that position. You looked so graceful, harmonious, you are everything he’s ever wanted but he knows he’s far from perfect. Jaehyun knows that you are perfect, that you deserve someone perfect, someone better than him. Who was broken, unfixable, and cold. Last night was the last night you were going to have each other, for he was convinced that there will no longer be a moment to cherish, a moment to be intimate, a moment to love. You were too good for him and he had been too selfish. 

When he saw you about to wake, Jaehyun snapped his head back to the window, waiting for the sight of home to desperately reappear and for things to go in the way they were meant to be, just like how it was in the beginning. Maybe it was always supposed to be like that. 

Perhaps you were tired and drained, or possibly just sleeping to avoid conversing with Jaehyun. You knew he was still frustrated so you didn’t think it’d be the right time to talk about your trip, you hoped you could reflect on that with him when he’s ready. You genuinely enjoyed every bit of it and you have hope that he did too. 

It’s 5 AM when you arrive back home, the dark night sits upon you two like the mood. Not a word has been exchanged since this morning before boarding and the feeling that you did something that wasn’t pleasant to him still lingered in your mind. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, your body shifted in the passenger seat towards his.

“I’m perfect.” 

“You haven’t talked to me ever since last night.” 

“I’m just tired, the time zone has me all messed up,” Jaehyun responds, his voice calm. 

Bullshit. You thought. “What happened at work? You said it was because of work that’s got you frustrated.” 

“I fixed it on the plane. We just had to seal a hard deal, but everything should be fine now.” he keeps his gaze on the road, but you saw the way his fist tightened against the steering wheel like he was trying to refrain himself from saying something. 

You reached for his free hand that rested on the console, “you know you can tell me anything,” you caressed it.

“I don’t want to talk about y/n, I had a hard day today.” He responds in a calm tone, but it’s enough to slightly set you off in a bad mood because you were just trying to be considerate. 

You don’t bother to respond, so you pay no mind to him the entire ride back home. You two are quiet in your seats again, letting the hum of the car above the pavement take over the silence. 

The sun begins to rise as you two safely arrive home, ready to sleep through the day hopefully to prepare yourselves for the following weekday. You two are quick to shower and change and settle for bed. You wait up for Jaehyun as he finishes doing his nightly routine, gazing at his reflection in the mirror of the bathroom you try to read his expression as to what is really wrong with him. Jaehyun wasn’t acting normal to you, but maybe he was telling the truth, that it is the jetlag and he’s just had a really hard day. 

Jaehyun glances at your posture, reading how your arms are crossed and your forehead is creased, it definitely lets him know that you want to talk, but your features soften when you catch him glancing at you. Your arms fall to your sides and you turn away from him, covering yourself under the sheets as you let out a disappointed sigh. In the flash of a second, he knows that you’re disappointed. Were you disappointed in yourself? Or in the tension between you two and his lack of care to communicate to you?

Quietly, Jaehyun crawls beside you, mimicking your actions, his back facing you like there was a wall between and no one dared to knock it down, for who knows what chaos it would bring. 

The next couple of mornings brought coldness to your body. Every morning when you woke up, he was already gone and out the door, not a text was sent, not a note was posted. Nothing. Like he just vanished in thin air until he appeared with the moon when you were deep asleep. 

You went to bed every night alone, too tired to wait up for him. You tried to talk to him, but it’d always just result in him brushing you off like the dust on the picture of you two in Paris you gifted him. Even if you did talk to him, it was short and general. When you tried to ask him what was wrong, you’d apparently press the wrong buttons and an argument would ensue. 

One night you grew out of his silent treatment. As soon as he stepped through your shared apartment, the time had already reached midnight. Jaehyun walked in, surprised to see you sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in your hands as you gazed at the lights that protruded through the night sky. The image of you before him made him long for you. He knew you were upset, he could tell in the glint of your eyes when your head turned to the sound of his steps. 

“I didn’t think you’d still be up.” 

“I wanted to see you for once,” you respond.

“Look,” Jaehyun breathes, “it’s been busy at work.” 

“I can imagine-” you scoff, “-but do you think I haven’t been busy either? I still try to make time for us, but every time I do, it’s like you don’t want it.” 

“That’s not true. You know that.”

“But do I Jaehyun? You’ve been ignoring me for days! Every moment I talk to you, we always get on each other’s nerves and end up arguing. I haven’t even held you since we came back home. Please, please just tell me what’s going on.” You plead at the man in front of you, whose expression hasn't changed. You’re convinced that Jaehyun has turned off every emotion in his body, you’ve seen the cold, expressionless look too many times to count. 

“It’s just a bad time right now at work,” Jaehyun defends. 

“Yeah, I get it, everything is because of work. I got it,” you sigh, clearly too tired of the same answer over and over again. Perhaps it was a sign for you to stop. 

You stand from the couch, legs stiff from sitting so much, and you walk up to your room. Jaehyun doesn’t call after you. You even turn around to see him still sitting in the same position, his body facing where you once were. You wanted him to say your name, to run to you and envelop you, telling what was truly wrong. When the silence reached your ears, with sad eyes you left him in the living room until he was ready to come to bed. 

You don’t know when Jaehyun came, but when you felt the mattress dip behind you, you had a sudden urge to turn around and hold him in your arms, but when you turned around, you saw the well-known image of his back facing you. It took all of you to stop when you found yourself shifting your body towards him. You wrapped your arms around his large frame, sniffing the back of his shirt, inhaling the scent you missed every time you held each other. Leaning your head on his sturdy back, you heard his steady heartbeat. How peaceful it sounded. 

“I don’t know what’s going on, but please, let me know. I’m here for you, Jae. Please, please talk to me. I just miss you, I love you. I don’t know what happened that made us like this but please,” you beg, clutching onto him tightly as you prevent yourself from crying. You held him as tight as you could, afraid that if you loosen your hold, he’d slip right through your fingers like sand. 

Little did you know, Jaehyun heard you, he heard your sniffles and your broken voice. He knows you’re hurt because of him, but he also knows that this is for the better. It’s far better than if he were to completely give himself to you and let you do the same. So answering with silence, Jaehyun shifted away from your hold, leaving you alone and cold for the night. 

When he moved away from your body, you felt your heart clench. Your chest heaved and quiet tears streamed down your face as the cold air hit your chest. His silence and action threw answers that confirmed you were his problem. With a small part chipping from your heart, you turned your back to him, a regular body position you grew accustomed to. Minutes onto your side, you quietly turn back to check if Jaehyun was sleeping. His soft snores and long breaths proved your thoughts and with silent steps, you left.

You weren’t as silent as you thought, though. Jaehyun felt you leave, he heard you collect your things, shut the door, and exit the apartment. A big part of him wanted to sprint to you, but the other restrained him, bound him to the bed like the stars to the sky. 

Exiting the parking garage, you drove off into the night. You had no idea where to go at this time of the night, but the only person you wanted to see right now was your best friend. You took out your phone and dialed Haewon’s number, clinging to the hope that she’d pick up at 2 AM. 

After a couple of rings, the familiar voice rang through the line, “y/n? Why are you calling this late? Are you okay?” the grogginess could be heard in her voice and at once you felt bad for waking her up at such an inconvenient time. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Can I sleep at your place tonight?” 

“Of course. Text me when you’re here.” 

Haewon kindly offered you the other side of her bed, since it was big enough for you two and possibly even somebody else. The soft duvet fell over your figure as you wrapped yourself in the nostalgic blankets, remembering the feeling from when you were young and would always have sleepovers with her. What the old times brought.

As always, Haewon was kind in letting you lay in peace before speaking. You were a composed person always with organized thoughts, but how come the expression across your face contradicts that? 

“We’re fighting again.”

Haewon’s head shoots to you with wide eyes, your face still facing the ceiling, “are you serious?” 

You nod to her answer, not knowing what other information to provide to her that won’t make you break down in tears. You were always horrible at holding your emotions in for such a long time that the tears brimmed and streamed down the corners of your eyes, wetting the side of your face. 

“Oh, honey,” Haewon coos you as she wraps her arms around you, giving you the warmth of her hug and the comfort in her touch as she rubs circles on your back, letting you cry out everything you’ve shoved down. 

“Paris was fine, it was fun, and I thought things were going great between us. But the morning we had to leave, it’s like he shut off all of his emotions. He won’t even speak to me and every time he does, it’s short-lived,” you briefly explain as your breath is still stable. 

“Do you guys argue a lot?” 

You glanced at her, “yes, but it isn’t as bad as before. It’s not what you think, but whenever something small happens, he just bursts at me.” Even through complications, you still find yourself defending Jaehyun. 

“Arguing is still arguing y/n,” she breathed, “I can’t believe he’s still doing this to you. Have you talked about it to him?” 

You shook your head, “Every time I try to, he always disregards it or says it’s because of work.” 

“Bullshit,” it’s like Haewon read your mind, but only said them aloud. 

“I-I don’t know what to do Haewon,” you stuttered as your arms fell to your side. 

“Maybe something happened at home?” her voice rose in suspicion. No, she didn’t know about Jaehyun’s father, but there were always circulating rumors. 

You inhaled a sharp breath, yourself beginning to calm down from your high of crying, “maybe. I don’t know, I’m done trying to talk to him for now.” 

Haewon embraced you in her arms, “come,” she lowered your body to the bed, “let’s get some rest.” 

As you lay alone in the silence, with Haewon fast asleep, you couldn’t help but think that maybe the reason why Jaehyun’s been worked up is because of his father. Maybe something really bad happened between them and Jaehyun didn’t want to tell you. Were you two really lovers if he couldn’t communicate with you? But again, it is something very private to him. Your heart began to play games while your mind made sure to keep your thoughts linear, but your heart won the match and by the time the sun rose, you hadn’t gotten the slightest bit of sleep. You woke up before Haewon did, texting her your thankfulness before driving back to your apartment. 

Jaehyun also couldn’t sleep. Without you by his side, how was he supposed to? Even if he was the one to push you away for the better, he knows his heart only belongs to you now. His large body took over your space and his limbs stretched to all corners of the bed hoping that he could build the same amount of warmth your body did when it was here.

Carefully, you cracked the door open to your shared bedroom, Jaehyun laid on his back, conceiving all the space on the bed. The fall and rise of his chest made your heart waver because you just wanted to jump in bed, to feel him, and to smell that homey scent he always carried. How peaceful things were before...where and why did it go so wrong? 

“You’re here,” Jaehyun rose from his bed, snapping you from your trance, “where’d you go?” 

You shifted your gaze from him, “yeah, I spent the night at Haewon’s,” you grabbed your clothes that hung in the closet, not giving Jaehyun any attention and getting yourself ready for the day. You heard a small “oh” coming from him as he left for the bathroom. You let out a long sigh that neglected to relieve any tension your shoulders held. 

You swung your blazer around your shoulders as you sat down on the edge of the bed, after finishing making it. Just in time, Jaehyun came out of the bathroom. Hair wet, towel around his waist, robust body, what a sight that captivated your eyes. The last time you saw him this revealing was your last night in Paris and that was a while ago, everything has changed after that. He was so tender, soft, and kind, the longing feeling weighed on your chest as your eyes followed his naked figure into the closet. 

“Jae,” 

“Hm?” 

“Can we talk?” you asked. 

“What about?” 

“Why have you been avoiding me? Is it because of your father? Are you having nightmares again?” Your gaze fell upon your fumbling fingers before Jaehyun could snap his head at you. 

He hesitated, “no.” lies. Part of it was, but most of it was because of his own self. Jaehyun couldn’t risk ruining your successful life with his dark, corrupt one. You were the most perfect person he’s met, even with imperfections and flaws, he saw you as an angel. He saw himself as the dust that was even lucky enough to brush past your beautiful face. 

“Then what’s the matter? Why haven’t you been talking to me, Jaehyun? Everything’s changed since we got back from Paris.” You stood from the bed in your poor attempts to get closer to him. 

Jaehyun let out a loud sigh, clearly letting you know he didn’t want to talk about this, “can we just talk about this after work? I don’t want to start the day like this.” 

Again. Again and again. How many more times will he brush this conversation? How many more times will he brush you off? You felt hopeless like you were drowning and Jaehyun was in the boat above you watching you be engulfed by the water, yet refusing to give you the anchor. 

“This is pointless,” you mumble. You quickly collected your things and left after making sure to slam the door behind you. 

Jaehyun watched you leave, it hurt him every time you did because he didn’t know if you’d come back. Every time he made you leave, you were angry and the night would just end up being filled with slammed doors and cold nights, whether you were present or not. He stared at the bedroom door for what felt like hours, wishing that you’d come back and want to talk about it and fix things. But what was he expecting when he was constantly pushing you away at every chance that was given to him?

The day didn’t go by any faster, any moment you had to yourself, your mind was occupied with Jaehyun. Like he made a home there and didn’t plan on leaving. You found it hard to not overthink everything. From the home-cooked meals to the sex, you couldn’t find anything wrong that you did. Maybe he didn’t enjoy the sex? Am I too controlling? What if I’m not giving him enough? Or Any? What if that’s it??

You sat in your seat, completely disregarding the presentation. Who cares about rubber shoes? Audace is a chic, luxury fashion brand, we don’t do rubber. You were so occupied in your thoughts that with abruptness, you stood from your chair and left the meeting without a word. You carried your portfolio and bag out the door with you, not bothering to stop at your office. 

At Jung Corporations, Jaehyun had just finished a meeting while his father was at another meeting outside of the building. He thanked the gods for their grace in giving him his own office, he wouldn’t be able to last a minute in the same room with his father. Looking over the notes on his tablet, his mind wandered to you again. Like your mind, you lived in his. Jaehyun always pondered if you’ve eaten, if you were taking plenty of mental breaks, and giving yourself the kindness your heart needed. Especially when he was treating you like this, he was sure to tell himself that this is for the best. He knows deep down in his heart that you deserve someone who can love you better than he can. Someone who can not only give you the utmost, fulfilling love, but also life. 

Like his whispered wishes, you barged through his doors. Jaehyun stood from his seat as he watched you saunter up to his desk with determination and anger in your eyes. There was no greeting, no hello, no warning, but just you pressing your lips against his. Oh, how much he’s missed the feeling, the warming pleasure from your lips, and how they executed tenderness. Like his body was running on his own, his arms made their way home on your waist, pulling you into his embrace. You gently tugged on the hair that laid on Jaehyun’s nape as he lured you to his body, before picking your legs and brushing papers from his desk to clear a space for you. 

You weren’t even thinking clearly, you were only driven by your emotions, but you missed him so much that even this kiss was everything. It’s everything that you ever wanted and you were ready to surrender and give all of your morals to him. 

Wrapping your legs around Jaehyun’s hips, he made his fingers busy by unbuttoning your top that laid beneath your blazer, later tearing it from you. Jaehyun’s fingertips set your skin aflame, every follicle of hair, skin he touched was burning and aching for more. 

“Please, please,” you whined when Jaehyun’s kisses trailed to your neck, giving your sweet spot attention. 

Regrettably, those words snapped Jaehyun from his muse. This is wrong, he thought as he immediately pulled away from you. You stared at him with your mouth slightly open, ready to say something, but he beat you to it.  

“This is wrong,” Jaehyun choked out. 

“I thought that this is what you wanted,” you whispered. 

He scoffed in disbelief, “are you being serious right now, y/n? Do you even hear yourself? Thinking that I only want you for your body?” 

“Well, it seems like it is because this worked,” you shot back, jumping from the desk. 

“You think that I’m in this for the sex?” Jaehyun questioned you, as you collected yourself again. 

It was your turn to scoff, “I’d like to think that because you haven’t spoken to me at all.” 

“We just talked this morning!” Jaehyun retorted. 

“Not like that. I mean like, actually talking about things other than your day, your work. I’m tired of it, I just want to talk about the things you enjoy, the things you want to do with me in the future.” You explained, sliding your blazer back on your cold body. 

“Well, I’m sorry that I can’t talk about you for a couple of days.” 

“That’s not what I meant! Oh my gosh Jaehyun, you are so oblivious.” You grabbed your things and left. 

You sat in your car, your head falling in your palms. What has gotten into you? This is not you, you never act so rashly like his. You’ve changed and right now you’re beginning to think it was for the worse. Tears threatened to brim at your eyes, but you pressed your palm against them hoping that they’d stay in because you still had half a day of work left. 

“Where have you been? You left so suddenly at the meeting,” your mother asked. 

“I just needed to take care of something.” You lied. 

“Is it because of Jaehyun? Is everything okay?” 

“It’s fine, we just had to figure some things out. Don’t worry about it mother,” you lied, again. How many more times were you going to lie to your own mother? Lie that you were okay and that you weren’t hurt, heartbroken?

“Okay,” she sighed in defeat, you were indeed stubborn, “well if you’re not busy, go check how the Designing Department is doing, and then you can head home. You don’t look too good.” 

“Yes, mother,” you nodded and headed to the lower level. 

You stood in the elevator, waiting for it to get to the designated floor. Your mind replayed your little stunt. You still hated yourself for making your way to Jung Corporations, just how desperate are you y/n?

Ding!

You stride towards the prototyping of the outfits, double-checking that everything was right. Making sure that each outfit was according to the style of Audace. You were already in preparation for Paris Fashion Week, you can’t let a small bead even be misplaced. Every stitching had to have the exact, appointed color; every fabric must be to scale and cut sharply, no loose threads. There’s no space for mistakes anymore. 

“How is this going, Chaeyoung?” Your eyes narrowed to speculate the embroidery of a jacket. 

“Perfect, we’re almost done. All we have to do is to sew in the beads in the embroidery.” Her head nodded to the jacket as her hands were occupied with another mannequin’s outfit. 

“I’m pleased to hear.” 

“Um, Miss y/n?” Chaeyoung’s voice called, but her tone was informal like she was talking to you as a friend. 

You turn towards her, humming for her call. 

“Are you okay? If I’m being honest, you don’t look the best,” she worriedly states. 

You blink a couple of times, even your mother said that you didn't look too good. Just how bad did you actually look? Last time you saw your reflection, you thought you looked decent, healthy at least. You nodded to Chaeyoung, “I’m fine, thank you. I’m actually heading home right now, so I’ll make sure to get plenty of rest.” 

“Oh...okay. I hope everything is okay.” 

Before leaving, you smiled at her consideration. It was interesting how everything ended up this way, especially between you two. You’d think that she’d have bad blood for you, but her kindness always made you reconsider that. In another world, you hoped that you two were genuine, friends.

You arrived home before Jaehyun, setting your things down at your feet, your body couldn’t even grasp energy to change. As soon as you closed the door, you grabbed a glass of water and sat on the couch waiting for Jaehyun to come home. 

The sky that was painted in streaks of red and orange, transfigured into dark hues, letting the moon take care of the people for the night. You found your mind reminiscing about your past and the fun trip to Paris. Everything was fun as long as it lasted, you somehow knew things were going to get worse before they got better, you just didn’t think it’d be this bad and come so soon. 

The familiar click of the door perked your head towards Jaehyun who looked like he had a stressful day. Maybe it was because of you, but you were silently praying that you were wrong. 

“Hey,” he greeted, untying his shoes. 

“Hi,” you shifted in your seat, waiting for him to come your way. 

Feeling the dip on the sofa, you two sat in silence, letting the absence of sound drape over the apartment. Only the sounds of the beating of each other’s heart could be heard among the hum of the city and the heat that flowed into your apartment. The flickering lights of the city reflected against your tall windows as you let yourself speak first. 

“What happened between us?” 

Jaehyun shook his head, “I don’t know.” 

“You’ve been avoiding me every second you have and when you do have a second, you’re arguing with me. Clearly-” you emphasized, “-I did something.” 

“No, you didn’t.”

“Then what is it? Is it your father?” your head turns to him, brows creased in concern. Jaehyun gave you no answer and you sensed that you were right, his father was the core of all this. “Jaehyun, it’s okay. I can help you.” you reached for his hand only to have him yank it away from you. 

“Don’t you understand? You can’t help me.” Jaehyun stood from the couch, walking to the kitchen. Frustration coated his words and it began to dig into your skin. You didn’t want to pry too much or press his buttons again, you just wanted to help. 

“Then tell me how. We can do this together,” your strides attempted to reach his figure, “I can find a way.” 

Jaehyun’s body rapidly turns to you, immediately making you stop in your tracks. Especially when you see red, anger in his eyes, “no, you can’t. Unfortunately, you can’t help me at all.” 

You shook your head in disbelief, “No, Jaehyun. We can find someone professional who can help.” 

“You don’t understand and you never will y/n!” He shouted. Your body slightly jumps from the reverberate of his voice, it’s been so long since he’s yelled at you like that and this time, it stings your skin like salt on your past wounds. “You will never understand because this-” he points to his chest, the one over his heart, “-is who I am.”

“No it’s not, this isn’t you Jaehyun.” you walk towards him, but Jaehyun only steps back away from you. 

“Yes, it is, y/n. This is who I am. I have been like this until you changed me for the worse. I cannot be fixed. I cannot be helped! I am like this!! This is who I am!!” Jaehyun repeats it several times until it’s ingrained in your mind. His shouting shoots at the wall vibrating his voice into your ears and it doesn’t sit well into your stomach. 

“You’re angry. I get it, let’s just breathe, okay?” You offer your palms to him, understanding that he could just be stressed. You’re ultimately wrong when he aggressively slides all of the papers and decorations off the kitchen table, letting the plants and papers crumble to the floor. 

“Don’t tell me to breathe y/n! I have held it in for so long, that I can’t do this anymore!” His chest rises from his hard pants. 

You stay quiet, anxious to ask him what flashed through your head in red blinking lights, “do what?” your voice is barely above a whisper, but Jaehyun hears it break. 

“This. I can’t do this marriage,” Jaehyun replies in the same tone. 

“When?” 

He looks at you with furrowed brows, “When what?” 

“Since when did you know you couldn’t do this?” tears begin to brim at your eyes, but couldn’t find care in the world to hold them back. Not after what you’ve been through, what he put you through. 

Jaehyun’s face becomes expressionless, “I don’t know.” 

“Don’t hit me with that bullshit, Jaehyun,” you scoffed, “since when did you fucking know?” 

“Our last night in Paris.” 

A loud sigh escapes your lips as tears stream down your face, wetting your cheeks, barely holding onto your jaw. “Then did you mean it?” 

“Mean what?” Jaehyun asks. His meaningless questions burrow themselves under your skin, how oblivious could he be?

“When you said you love me you asshole!” this time it’s your time to shout, but it’s more of a cry for help. You’re begging for him to give you the answer you want, but the world never liked playing on your side. 

It was like time had slowed down. You only stood a few feet from Jaehyun but it felt like miles. So far, yet so close. He stood in front of you hesitating his answer, debating if he could give you the truth or if it was better to rip off the bandaid and put a new one on it. 

“No.” 

You’re hysterical at this point, your cries turn into scoffs of breaths, which turns into laughter. They’re quick to rebound into loud cries when you feel your legs becoming weak. Instead of falling to the floor, you force yourself to stomp to your bedroom. 

Jaehyun’s eyes follow you, wondering what you could be doing. His answer quickly comes to him when you leave the room with your large duffle bag in your hand, full and zipped. 

“Where are you going at this time?” Jaehyun asks, surprised he even found the courage in him to ask. 

“Out. I’m done Jaehyun.” You slam the door shut behind, leaving Jaehyun in the empty, cold apartment. 

You ended up going back home, finding yourself in a spot where you had to explain to your mother. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” you cried in your mother’s arms. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay to cry” she stroked your hair as she held you in her arms, “it’s okay to hurt. It’s okay to feel what you need to feel.” 

Since your father was overseas, you slept with your mother, you couldn’t stand not being alone at this time. Being in your mother's arms reminded you of when you were little and you couldn’t sleep without her by your side, it makes you miss how easy life was. How happy you were without a worry. 

It’s been days since you’ve texted or called Jaehyun, he hasn’t bothered to reach out to you either. Every night for you was filled with tear-stained pillows and the unnerving feeling of calling Jaehyun, but you never reached across your bed for your phone. You two were good at being stubborn in ignoring each other, it makes you wonder if this was now the end. 

However, Jaehyun wasn’t handling the situation well. Every morning brought him agony that it wasn’t a nightmare, that this was real and you were truly gone. He stayed away from drinking, the clubs, and only locked himself in the master bedroom, away from the world. Jaehyun often looked out the window, looking below at the city. Knowing that the road leads up to the apartment building, he always watched out for your car, but he only saw it in his dreams. Jaehyun waited and waited for you to come back. Again, what is he expecting? He’s done his deed in pushing you away in the worst way possible, how much more did he want from you? Why was he now asking for you to come back into his arms when all you’ve been is forgiving and loving to him? And he was the one to ruin all of it? The one to just throw it away like it meant absolutely nothing to him when it really meant the world. It’s fucked up, it really is. 

Jaehyun thought about you every day. You live in his mind, you go to work with him, you’re in the car with him, you go to bed with him. He pretends you’re there in spirit, but he knows you’re physically gone. Insane, that is what he is. 

“Come on, it’s been days! You have to come out,” Taeyong speaks through Jaehyun’s phone. 

Jaehyun sighs, “not tonight Yong.” 

“You’ve been saying that every time I call you. You never come out anymore, is it because of y/n? Are you finally getting tied down?” Taeyong only says it to joke around, but little did he know, it had a great effect on Jaehyun. 

“Can you just shut the fuck up man? Jeez,” Jaehyun hangs up on Taeyong, clearly angry. He’s not though, he’s been constantly hurting, but Taeyong finds out the second he’s hung up on. 

That’s why in the next ten minutes, there’s a hard knock at the door, forcing Jaehyun to drag his body to the door. 

“What?” Jaehyun deadpans at his best friend who wore a smile on his face, which shortly falters after noticing the darkest bags under a pair of eyes. 

“What happened to you?” Taeyong walks past Jaehyun, welcoming himself into the apartment. He looks around, for never being in here, he considers it as a luxury apartment, but something was missing. It felt cold and empty in here. “Y/n here?” 

When he doesn’t get an answer, he turns to see Jaehyun silently crying, his head hanging in his palms. His shoulders shake from his cries as Taeyong embraces his best friend. Taeyong is completely lost, not knowing what was going on, but the only thing he knew was that he needed to be there for Jaehyun. 

“She’s gone,” Jaehyun sniffles. 

Taeyong pulls away to hear it again, hoping that the words Jaehyun expressed were false. Each time they’d meet up Jaehyun would never shut up about you, in the beginning, he’d grumble about the little things that you did that irked him, but as time went on, he found the little things to be the most precious. Taeyong found Jaehyun as a new jubilant person, he’d always look forward to things, he’d smile more at others, there was an unbeknownst glow that you brought to Jaehyun’s heart. 

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Taeyong’s brows creased. 

“She hasn’t been home for days Taeyong. She’s fucking gone!!” Jaehyun shouted at his friend, bloodshot, red, painted within his eyes. 

Days turned into weeks, which turned into a month. Yes, you kept count. It’s been almost a month without a sound from Jaehyun. You despised yourself for always checking your phone, thinking that the ding you heard was a text from him or a ring was a call from him. Your hopes failed you when you were faced with the ghost presence of him. A huge part of your heart wanted to forgive and go back into his arms, but another wanted to completely disappear from his world. You wanted to erase yourself from his story. You knew you couldn’t go back after he admitted that he couldn’t find it in himself to marry you or the fact that he didn’t mean a single action or word when you two were in Paris. 

Lies everything was a complete lie. You slam your portfolio shut as you gather your things into your bag. You informed your mother that you’d be home later, you had to go back to the apartment to collect your belongings. All of them. 

As you drive down the old road, little memories of you and Jaehyun lingered in your mind. The late, late ice cream runs, the drives to watch the sunset or sunrise at the pier, the little bits of laughter echoed through your ears, and the cold walks among the beach where you’d walk close to him. You two built many sandcastles that were washed away too soon by the harsh waves. 

The familiar, tall, silver building came into view too quickly. You parked your car into the parking garage and walked up to your room, your feet remembering every single step so well that you could’ve gone up safely with your eyes closed. You softly knock on the door, fully knowing that Jaehyun was home. After Taeyong visited Jaehyun, he called you that day, and several days after that, begging you to visit him for Jaehyun had been isolating himself and was completely miserable. 

The door swung open, letting a brisk wind blow past you, the nostalgic smell of your apartment softly hitting your nostrils. How much you’ve missed this. 

“Y/n.” 

“Hey,” your eyes scanned the man in front of you. Disheveled hair, dark eye bags, swollen eyes, and he looked like he’d been lacking in cooking for himself. Taeyong was right, he was completely miserable. But as much as your heart longed to forgive him, you couldn’t find it in yourself to give him that kind of benefit again. 

“Come in,” Jaehyun opens the door wider for you to come in. Nothing about the place has changed. You’re surprised by such a messy image of him, the place is well kept. 

“I’m just here to collect my remaining belongings,” you reply, already making your way up to your once shared bedroom before hearing a quiet “oh” from him. 

The room resembled your heart, it was chaotic. The bed wasn’t made, the curtains were halfway drawn, drawers were slightly opened by his inability to shove his clothes fully in, the laundry basket was overflowing and spilling of clothes, letting it scatter amongst the carpet. 

“Jaehyun,” you silently whisper at the state the room was in. You weren’t mad, you were just disheartened that Jaehyun had been this frustrated that he couldn’t even take care of himself. 

“I’m sorry,” he shoved past you, “I didn’t know you were coming,” he tripped over his feet by trying to pick up his dispersed clothing from the floor. 

“Jaehyun,” you choked out at the poor man who sat on the floor, scrambling on his knees unable to get back up, and you couldn’t resist it any longer.  He looked so frail, like a broken vase that had just been recently glued. You rushed to him and held him close to your chest, letting out a choked cry and tears streaming down your face. 

Along with your cries, Jaehyun’s was also heard. He clutched onto your arm that settled around him, afraid that if he’d let go he’d lose you forever. Heavy sobs left Jaehyun’s chest as his tears stained your shirt, were you here to stay with him?

Jaehyun pulled away from your embrace, he caressed your cheek as he brushed a tear from your eye, “please stay. Stay the night before we both decide we’re over.” He didn’t let you give him an answer because he knew you’d stay. Picking you up into his arms, he carried your frail body to the bed as you attempted to calm your breathing down. Jaehyun was careful in changing you out of your clothes and into a shirt of his, for that was the only thing that was left now. 

Nonetheless, you let him carry you, change you, you let yourself stay because you knew that this was going to be the last night you’d see him. It was a horrible thing, but you prayed for only one more night with him. 

Jaehyun’s body came flush to yours, letting his arms wrap around your waist to bring you impossibly closer. He looks at you with eyes full of love but also drowned in sadness. He knows you’re not here forever. Without hesitation, Jaehyun pressed his lips against yours, the very distant memory of his lips sliced through your mind making you yearn for him. It’s only been a month, but it felt like years since you’ve felt those pink, plump, soft lips of his. Like always, it interlocked with yours like the key to a lock, like the last piece of a puzzle, like the calming of a river. There was no stripping of clothes, no coitus, just the two of you locking your lips together, feeling nothing but the actions of your mouths molding together. Jaehyun’s hands wandered your body, his mind needed to memorize the landscape of your body just in case you’d leave forever. But soon, they found a home in your hair and on your waist, while you found your place on his back and nape, occasionally tugging his strands. 

It continued for a while until your jaw grew tired, your mind was worn and you were emotionally and mentally drained. As much as you didn’t want to, you pulled away. Jaehyun’s head softly fell on your chest, hearing the steadiness of your heart before he closed his eyes.

“Thank you,” Jaehyun whispered before drifting off. 

When Jaehyun woke up the next morning, you were gone. The cold, wrinkled bed sheet telling him that you left hours ago without a sound. From the corner of his eyes, a glint coming from your side’s drawer glared his vision from the sun. It was your ring and a key on top of a handwritten letter from you. Jaehyun firmly rubbed his eyes, hoping that he was seeing things, but it was too good to be true. 

Dear Jaehyun, 

We’ve spent these past few months in hate, lust, and love. We have so many lovely memories that I’ll cherish forever in my heart. From the drunken laughs to the pillow talks, I’ve enjoyed each moment with you, don’t you doubt it. 

I wanted to thank you for the things you’ve taught me. You have given me the patience that I didn’t know I needed, you taught me how to forgive, and you’ve helped me acknowledge that it’s acceptable to stand up for what you believe in. Along with that, you taught me that people can change. I want you to understand that I was nowhere near trying to change you or fix you. You are not broken, you have the infinite ability for self-growth. I wanted to be there for you, I wanted to help you, trust me I really did. But I cannot be with you until you love yourself. I cannot see you love me more than you love yourself. 

Don’t lie and tell me you haven’t meant anything you’ve said or done up until now. I know your heart, I know there’s love in there for me, your actions were always better than your words. You were never good at lying, your ears gave it away, but even so, your words found its way to my wounds and like salt, I gave it to you to pour on me. 

We were always good at ignoring each other and running away from our problems. To this day, I will forever wish that I woke up next to you, but I can’t do this anymore. If you don’t want this marriage, and you mean it, please forgive me for giving you every access to my heart. I wish that I hadn’t settled into the feeling of being someone you loved. 

My last wish is for you to find love for yourself. You are worthy, you are worthy of love and to be loved. You were never broken, you just had some cracked areas and I hope that you can go back and paint those areas with gold. You are a strong man, you’re capable of love, always remind yourself that. 

By the time you get this, I’ll be out and probably somewhere lost among the crowd. Please don’t look for me anymore. I need time and I need to make peace with my heart. This key and this ring is my returned gift to you. I hope you can give them to someone strong enough to teach you what I couldn’t. 

And perhaps if fate allows, we will meet again when we are older and wiser, but for now, goodbye Jaehyun.

With all my love, 

y/n.

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pairing: gabriel x reader genre: soulmate au, canon divergent around s13, hurt/comfort, humour, future smut (probs) wc: 3k rating: sfw warnings: none really

You knew there was a reason some divine power brought you to the Winchesters all those years ago, but to this day you still have no idea what that reason is. It’s something you’re destined to find out soon though, especially when you return to the bunker after months away and find not only a new face, but one that belongs to someone who up until that point you’d thought was dead. What does his return have to do with the changes you’re suddenly experiencing in yourself? Will you finally find out the reason you’d been brought here in the first place? Maybe… Chuck works in mysterious ways after all.

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“Alright, Jack, I’m going to show you something really important, something you can’t tell anyone about. Not even Dean. Alright?”

The blonde before you hastily nods, eyes wide as he gives you his whole attention. It’s almost childlike, the way he puts everything he has into every activity he does—even nodding to show you he’s listening to what you’re saying.

You know that he is being truthful, and that if you ask him he won’t tell a soul, but for effect you keep your eyes trapping his own, just for a few moments longer. When you’ve ‘deemed’ him trustworthy enough, you let your expression drop into a smile and you smack your hand affectionately against his bicep.

“Great! I knew I could trust you. To be honest, you can maybe tell the others, but definitely not Dean. If Dean finds out…” you make a solemn face. “This whole operation will go down in flames. Got it?”

“Yes, I understand.” Jack says, fidgeting on the spot—he’s curious about what you’re going to show him, you can tell from the way every so often his eyes will flit about, searching the room behind you for something that might give away what you’re talking about. He gives you a bright grin, as though to show that he is ready.

“Excellent,” you say, clasping your hands together. “Follow me.”

You turn and begin moving over to the corner of the room, knowing without even having to check that Jack is following you—like a little duckling, if memory serves you right. You’ve only known him a few days but you know for sure that if anything happened to him you would be killing everyone in this bunker and then yourself. Rosa Diaz has it right.

“Alright, pass me that chair.” As soon as you come to a stop in the corner of the room, you instruct the young Nephilim following you. Without question, he does as you say and retrieves the chair sitting against the wall by a shelf loaded with obscure occult ‘weapons’. The armory is always something that amazes and confuses you with its contents.

The chair drags with a light squeak across concrete floor as you position it where you need it, wasting no time in hiking a leg up and climbing onto the seat. You know what you’re doing, but Jack doesn’t and your sudden movement must startle him a little because you feel him grip your legs by your knees and exclaim loudly.

“Ah, y/n! Be careful!”

You look down at him, unable to help the trickle of fondness that curls into your smile.

“Thanks for spotting me, Jack—don’t worry though, I’m a professional. I do this often.” You lean down to pat his hand and after giving you a slightly concerned look, he slowly releases his supporting grip.

“It’s up here,” you continue, before he gets too distracted. Your hands reach for the grate of the vent that sits high on the wall, almost touching the corner and the ceiling. It’s only around medium size, big enough for you to fit most body parts in but definitely not your body as a whole. It’s only really tacked in, the screws barely securing the metal to the wall. It takes almost no effort to remove it and pass it down to Jack to hold.

“Behold, sweet boy,” you say with a certain air of grandeur and flair, “My personal stash of sweets and goodies.”

Whatever was left of Jack’s concerned look from earlier is quickly wiped clean off his face to make room for the excitement that rises at your words. His brows unfurrow, shooting high as he attempts to peer into the vent.

“You have a stash of sweets?” He asks, almost in awe. “How did you build it so quickly? Haven’t you only been here a little over a week?”

“I’ve had this here for years,” you say, pretending that your words don’t make you cringe a little. Some of the stuff in there… might be a little out-of-date. “Say, you ever tried a kinder surprise? Or a Bueno bar? Or Tim Tams?”

Jack shakes his head, still clutching the grate in his hands. “Are they very good?”

“Very good?!” you echo, letting out a noise that even to your ears sounds a little crazy. “Dude, they’re amazing. Delicious. Fantastic. They’ll change your life.”

With each word that escapes your mouth, you sell Jack a little more on the idea. He’s almost vibrating on the spot by the time you’re done, hands fidgeting as he bounces on the balls of his feet every few seconds. “Do you have some, y/n? May… may I try some?”

“Of course, Jack— mi casa es su casa. Except, this is more of a top-secret stash than a house. Gimme a sec, I’ll fish some out for you.”

You turn then, careful not to wobble the chair, and go on your tippy-toes to reach your arm into the vent, the other bracing you against the wall. A part of you was worried after hearing Sam’s account of what happened to his own stash of sweets, but to your complete and utter relief there is still a hefty pile sitting half a foot back from the opening of the vent. You dig around a bit, searching for an egg shape or even a bar. The chocolates you mentioned to him should be safe, since you’d only added them somewhat recently. No risk of poisoning the half-angel today!

“Damn it, where are those stupid eggs,” you mutter to yourself as you search the pile, almost grasping something you think might be what you’re looking for only for it to slip away from your fingertips. You let out a huff, but freeze a moment later in delight as you grab a handful of something familiar. Your arm retracts before you can lose it again in your pile.

“Alright, here we a—woAH JESUS! Oh my god!”

As you’d turned around, expecting to see Jack standing in anticipation by the side of the chair, your eyes caught on something that most definitely wasn’t there before. In the split-second it takes for you to recognise the figure leaning against the shelf of weapons, you get so badly startled that before you know it your balance is compromised and you’re teetering on the verge of falling off the chair.

“y/n!” Jack exclaims in worry, lurching forward to grab your legs and stabilise you again. “Are you okay?”

“G-Gabriel,” you manage to choke out around the heart that leapt into your throat from the fright of nearly falling, looking over the nephilim’s shoulder. “Hello, didn’t—didn’t see you there. Holy shit.”

His face is somewhat blank, but if you look closer you swear you can see a hint of amusement cross his features. He is still in the rags and still somewhat dirty, since he won’t let anyone come near him and he still hasn’t got enough juice to clean himself. It makes something in your chest twinge but you refuse to give it the mental screentime it demands.

“Oh, Uncle Gabriel,” Jack turns and greets, pleasantly surprised to see his uncle out and about. Nowhere near as surprised as you, however, who honestly didn’t think Gabriel would be leaving his room for a few weeks at least. “I am glad to see you are well enough to walk about. What brings you here?”

As expected, Gabriel says nothing—his eyes do, however, betray him when they flit in a squirrely manner from Jack to the overflowing handful of chocolates you have in your hand.

“You came for the sweets?” you query, brows drawing together in confusion. “But how did you—”

You stop yourself mid-sentence, realisation washing over you. “Ah… the vents. You probably heard us.”

Not a word, but the archangel does shrug slightly, gaze flitting away, and you know you must be correct. Jack turns his head back to you, expression confused but mixed in with something else—does he want you to do something? You catch on quickly to the imploring glint in his eyes.

“Here, there’s more than enough—Jack, take one of each and then pass the rest to Gabriel. And if either of you hear Dean, tell me or else this hiding spot will be compromised. If Dean finds out I have a stash of chocolate, it’s game over.”

Jack, as he had done before, nods seriously and carefully takes the handful of chocolates from you. He picks out one of each and places it on the chair by your feet, before tentatively passing the rest to Gabriel.

You hadn’t been sure whether he was actually going to take the sweets or not, but to your surprise he does. With hands that shake ever so slightly, he moves the wrapped goodies from his nephew’s hands to his own, offering the briefest smile to the two of you. And then he is bringing his hands to his chest and turning, making his exit from the room at a pace that is somewhere between hasty and cautious. By the time of your next blink, he is gone and you’re left reeling at the experience.

“I’m not going crazy, right?” you turn your gaze down to Jack, continuing when he meets your eyes. “Gabriel was just here?”

“He was,” Jack confirms, simultaneously relieving and confusing you. “He wanted some sweets, I think.”

“Huh,” you say, because you can’t think of anything else. After a moment, you blink yourself out of your thoughts and return to the original reason you’d brought the young man here.

“Anyway, go ahead and try those! Tell me which one you like most, and I’ll get more out for you.”

Jack doesn’t need to be told twice; he’s diving for the sweets he’d stored on the chair and tearing into the first one he can get his hands on before you’re even finished talking. Within split-seconds he has it in his mouth and he’s giving you a wide-eyed look.

“y/n, this is so good!”

He is definitely not wrong. Smiling, you reach up and attempt to retrieve more of the one in his hand to restock him.

“I know right?! Just wait until you try the other ones.”

x     x

You’d thought it earlier, but it becomes more apparent now that just as you’d figured, something had changed in Gabriel the other day.

Now, don’t get it wrong—he is still quiet and refuses to speak most of the time, and most of his day is spent within the confines of his room, but lately… he’s begun to sneak out a bit more.

Well, sneak maybe has a little bit of a negative connotation. He’s allowed to be out of his room, of course. It’s just that he’s so quiet and quick that sneaking is the only fitting term you can think of for the way he slinks silently through the bunker.

The idle thought crossed your mind at some point that maybe he just wants to be a part of it all, even for a brief moment, and even if it just means he hovers on the outskirts of the room instead of actually joining in.

Sometimes you’ll come out in the morning and find him curled on one of the plush chairs in the library, hidden behind one of the bookshelves. Other times he might wander into a room when the occupants are in the middle of something, whether that be researching, playing a game, watching something, or even arguing. Actually, he probably shows up most often for the latter. Stirring the pot was his specialty back when, and it seems a pot ready to bubble over is something he is naturally drawn back to as he starts to feel a little more like himself.

Most of the times you've spotted him at the periphery of the room, it's been bickering that has, admittedly, more often than not started at your hands. It’s not your fault! For two brother’s who have literally survived several almost-apocalypses, the Winchesters are awfully easy to tease. Sometimes you give Jack or Mary a few proverbial pokes, but you don’t really have the heart to follow through for very long. The guilt you feel when you rile up Sam and Dean is minimal, but when you start to stir up anyone else in the bunker you feel guilty after about five seconds of it.

Today’s victim is, as often happens to be the case, Dean. Sometimes you seek him out if you’re in a particularly bastardous mood, but today he happened to walk in front of your crosshairs of his own accord. Wrong place, wrong time.

“I’m just saying,” you struggle to keep a straight face as you speak. You can see the red beginning to colour the tips of Dean’s ears and know that you’re getting to him, as much as he is trying not to let it show. “The bacon that you used for that burger… I think it was the one that was out of date.”

“No way,” Dean denies immediately. “I checked the dates, this was from the good packet.”

“Where was it?” you ask him, raising a brow and crossing your arms. He stills for a moment as he attempts to recall which portion of the fridge the bacon was residing in.

“Left side, towards the front.” He finally informs you, looking proud of himself. You lean back in your chair, wincing at him.

“Dude… that was the out-of-date one.” You shake your head, giving him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry to tell you, but you’re gonna be super sick later.”

Now, the thing about this argument is that there was no out-of-date bacon that he could have used. You threw it out the other day. But, he doesn’t know that. And if you can convince him that the burger he is more than halfway through was made with funky meat, then you bet his reaction is gonna be really funny.

Dean throws an accusing finger in your direction, scowling. His ears tinge a little more red. “Stop gaslighting me, twinkletoes! I know which bacon I used!”

“Yeah,” you say, gesturing vaguely. “The out-of-date one.”

Dean doesn’t believe you, of course, but you do catch him giving the burger in his hold a cursory glance. He huffs a breath out of his nose.

“If it’s out of date, then why does it still taste so good?” Dean says, with all the gusto of someone who’d just said something worthy of a mic drop. His free hand even moves to his hip, and one of his brows raises at you while his lips purse.

You shrug, resting your legs on the corner of the table and crossing one over the other. The corner stabs into you when you slip slightly and prompts a readjustment. “I don’t know, man. You eat a lot of shit so it could just be that you’re accustomed to funky-tasting food.”

For a moment he appears like he wants to refute what you said, but he seems to think better of it as he, presumably, recalls the meals he’d had as of late. His lips are still pursed as he stares at you for a second with narrowed eyes, the cogs visibly turning in his head.

“You know what,” he begins, sounding a little testy. You pause for a moment, though, as you detect something else in his tone. “Why don’t we bet on it if you’re so sure? Loser has to do the other’s chores for a week.”

“Deal,” you say immediately, without even entertaining the possibility of losing. You presume that he’s just going to judge this on whether or not he gets food poisoning later (which you can easily interfere with; there are a number of things in the bunker that are good for upsetting a stomach), and aren’t too worried. That changes in the next second when you see him turn and make his way to the bin where the bacon packaging no doubt resides. You scramble into a sitting position, dread already creeping into your bones as you realise you’re about to be found out. Damn it, you already hate the chores you have when you’re here, you don’t want to do Dean’s as well!

You make a face as he finally reaches the bin, reaching in to procure the packaging from the top.

“HAH, see! Best by—”

You blink as he halts suddenly in his reading, the red fading from his ears and making way for a green hue to wash over his face.

“Oh. Oh god.” He says, much softer than his earlier proclamation. He drops the packaging back in the bin, and the remains of his burger follow suit in the next heartbeat. He straightens, but doesn’t meet your eyes.

One of his hands comes to place over his stomach, his features twisting. “I’ll… be right back.”

And then he is using his long legs to his advantage and striding out of the room faster than you can comment. You’re left there reeling, alone in the kitchen.

“What the fuck,” you whisper to yourself, confused beyond belief. By all means, he should have read a date that was still safe. Unless you threw out the wrong bacon. But you’d been sure to check which you were throwing out when you did it, so there’s no way—

Your frantic inner monologue is cut off by the soft sound of shuffling on the outskirts of the room. You turn to investigate, and to your surprise catch sight of Gabriel quietly slinking to the door from the corner of the kitchen. He pauses like he feels the weight of your gaze on him, and turns to face you just slightly.

You’re too surprised to even say anything in greeting, and that proves to be the case especially in the next moment when the archangel offers you a brief wink and then turns back the way he is facing, disappearing from the kitchen and leaving you truly alone this time.

It takes a second for the dots to connect in your head, but when they do you can’t help the surprised laugh that leaps from you.

Gabriel had just saved your ass from doing extra chores for a week.

You’d have to slip him some of your stash as a thanks.

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