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bvidzsoo · 3 years

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Poison (Part 3)

Author: bvidzsoo

Warnings: suggestive stuff, light swearing

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x female reader

Word count: 15, 054

Summary: Three weeks have passed since the auction and things definitely changed. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but slowly, you started falling for Kim Mingyu. But things are never easy nor the safest, when you are dating a mafia leader.

A/N: Ayo lovelies, third part is here! We have a little bit of spice here and there in this chapter, but don’t get too used to it just yet! Someone is here to stir up some spirits, hehehe. Quick reminder, whenever I reblog the last part I posted, usually means the next one is coming real soon, so...there’s that. I don’t have much to say, except thank you for the support shown so far and please leave feedback! Enjoy now!

The days and nights felt like a big whirlwind that I got caught in, my days more and more exciting as they went by. I never thought I had a boring life, I did go out and party from time to time, but I never experienced having someone with me almost twenty-four-seven. Not that I never had a partner, it’s just been a long time since. And they weren’t Kim Mingyu. An annoying giant, clinging to you whenever he could, while he whispered dirty things into your ear just to piss you off more. I swore to myself after the night of the auction that I wouldn’t get caught up even more with him, that I would never kiss him again. I even managed to convince myself that what I felt for him was just the spur of the moment and nothing serious, like when you make accidental eye contact with a handsome stranger and imagine a whole life with them; I pretended that’s what happened after the auction. Just a daydream that got too far but would never be repeated. And then all of my walls came crashing down when the next morning a huge bucket of white roses was placed in front of my front door. I walked curiously to the door when I heard my neighbor calling out for me, knocking softly against the door. My eye widened when I opened the door and they fell on the roses.

“Look at these beauties!” The lady exclaimed as she leaned down and picked the bucket up. My mouth was open as I didn’t know what to say, I could only look at her in disbelief, “You should put the into water, quickly, before they wither.”

Like all the defenses and lies I told myself last night have withered the second she pushed the roses into my arms. I knew who they were from and it made my heart beat quickly.

“Thank you.” I bowed my head a little as the lady giggled and walked towards her own apartment.

“Ah, to be young and in-love again…” She mumbled to herself and my cheeks suddenly felt hot. My eyebrows furrowed at the foreign feeling as I remained rooted in the doorway, gazing down at the beautiful flowers, a smile extending onto my lips. But my attention got caught by the door opposite mine getting unlocked and I panicked as I whirled around at lightning-speed to close the door before my best friend could spot me.

“Yah! Oh Y/N!” I bit my lower lip as I froze with my back towards the person who called out, “What are you doing?”

I quickly placed the roses on the little table by the door and turned around swiftly, closing the door enough so that Seungcheol wouldn’t see the beautiful bucket.

“Chatting with Mrs. Eom, why?” I answered him with a sweet smile, ignoring the rapid beat of my heart. Did he see the bucket of roses? I highly doubt that, he’s still wearing his pajamas, hair disheveled and toothbrush in his hand.

“I just heard voices…” Seungcheol muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“You just got up?” I asked concerned, eyes falling on the clock hung up in the hallway, reading 12:38 am.

“Yeah, had a rough night…” He muttered again, starting to brush his teeth lazily as he held onto his door, “Not everyone got an early night like you yesterday, Y/N. We had to take care of stuff—”

“Was the mission a success?” I chimed up with a small smile, but it quickly disappeared when Cheol started looking around and threw me a glare.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Y/N.” He scolded me and I rolled my eyes, stepping further inside my apartment.

“Fine, get changed, I’ll be over in ten minutes with my leftover breakfast, okay?” I raised my eyebrows as Cheol continued to brush his teeth with a frown.

“You always make me eat your leftover—”

“You never have food, stop complaining!” I snapped and shut the front door with a smirk when Seungcheol groaned loudly, the slam of his apartment door echoing around in the hallway. My eyes fell on the bucket of white roses again and I sucked in a deep breath, hating the way my heart started beating fast. I picked it up and went to find a vase for it.

And that wasn’t the only bucket I got from Mingyu. I kept getting buckets almost daily, sometimes he’d even bring them to the bookstore. He never entered, he just knocked on the window and left them in the door. Irene kept gushing about the sudden gestures but I shut her down with a glare and a few harsh words, telling her they didn’t mean anything. Because they meant a lot and I wasn’t ready to accept that yet. It felt like Mingyu suddenly learned what privacy meant, he wasn’t breathing down my neck anymore and it felt weird. I had him in my shadow for six months, suddenly having my own space was a weird feeling. It’s not like he abandoned me, but he didn’t approach me so openly anymore. When I went on a morning run, he’d be running on the other trail from which he had a clear view of me; when I would go to the convenience store late at night to buy something I forgot to get during the day, I would see him sitting in his Mercedes and looking inside the store, keeping his eyes on me and my movements. He did corner me at times when I wasn’t expecting him to, like when I was at the University’s library looking for a book for my research essay. When I was walking home after my shift, I would be pulled into a secluded alleyway, sometimes even at the entrance to the apartment building. And I couldn’t resist him, no matter how hard I tried. He finally won this game and I couldn’t even hate myself, because I predicted that I would fall. My heart wasn’t cold enough to ignore someone like him. And he knew that, that’s why he remained so persistent. But even then, I wasn’t ready for the world to know about us. I wasn’t even sure I was ready for whatever we were doing at the moment. We weren’t dating, but we certainly were something. Three weeks after the auction night, I craved him more than ever and I wanted to be with him almost always. But I had my own pride, I wouldn’t cave in so quickly yet. And I had other priorities, like, getting passing grades at University, working at the bookstore and maintaining my other relationships with people like: Irene, Vernon, Seungcheol. In just three weeks it felt like my whole life was constructed around Kim Mingyu and that scared me. Before, I was independent, I never thought of others and most certainly I didn’t have to direct so much of my energy and time onto another person. Even when I dated in the past, the relationship felt rigid and somewhat cold, which was my fault, to be honest. But something about Mingyu was different and it was him that didn’t let me shut him out like I usually would do, and it was foreign. I’d always bicker with him about the smallest things because I didn’t know how else to act around him, I was expecting him to leave me at any second. But he didn’t, he stood by my side for six months and he swore to never let me go in the three weeks that we’ve been sneaking around.

Papers with my handwriting on it littered across the coffee table as I leaned my back against the sofa, sitting on the floor. It was getting late but I still had to study four more pages for tomorrow’s exam. It was a pain in the ass and I was already fed up with all the terminology I still didn’t understand, but I had no choice. I had all week to study, but due to a certain somebody, I barely had time to even breathe. Mingyu kept brining me out on dates, which, his words, ‘weren’t exactly dates’, and therefore I had no time to study in time. I hated leaving it for the last moment but right now I really had no choice. So, with a frustrated sigh, I leaned forward and grabbed my cup of coffee and took a big gulp, eyes running over the words I have written down in class. As I placed the cup back on the coffee table, the three locks on my front door were getting unlocked. I definitely told Seungcheol to leave me alone tonight, so he had no reason to be over at this hour. He was already sleeping, probably, Mingyu kept him busy lately and we barely hung out this week.

“I think I was clear when I told you I wanted to study, Seungcheol, why are you—”

“Seungcheol?” The deep voice made me jump, eyes go wide, “That’s not the right way to greet your boyfriend.”

“You’re not my boyfriend.” I snapped with an eyeroll, ignoring Mingyu, “And take off your shoes, it’s not you who cleans up the apartment.”

I heard Mingyu chuckle before he went back into the hallway to take his shoes off, “You could just ask me, you know, I’d clean up—”

“And break my stuff?” I scoffed and leaned my head back against the sofa, “No, thank you.”

“I wouldn’t break any of your stuff…” I looked up at Mingyu, to see him smirking down at me as he leaned against the doorframe.

“But?”

“I’d love to break you—”

“Get out!” I threw him a glare, which amused him, of course, and continued to take in his form. Mingyu continued smirking at me, pushed off the doorframe to sit on the sofa. He was dressed in a burgundy silk like suit, jacket undone and the black shirt’s top buttons undone to show off his neck and the pearly choker that decorated it. He wore various rings today and his black hair was curly. Yesterday it was still brushed back, but today it fell in waves against his forehead and I gulped as he finally sat on the sofa.

“Enjoying me much?” He spoke lowly and I scoffed, deciding to ignore his remark, knowing well my voice would sound too weak.

“What—” I cleared my throat as I looked back at the paper in my hands, “You’re a model now? Did you do a shoot for W Korea or something?”

My tone was mocking, and Mingyu knew it was to hide my flustered state, and it made him chuckle. He sighed loudly and dramatically fell back against my sofa, bringing his hands behind his head. He really liked sitting like that.

“I totally could become a model, right?” When we made eye contact his eyes were glinting with mischief and I rolled my eyes, deciding to remain quiet, “We had an important meeting today.”

“About?” I mused absentmindedly as I started reading the words written on my paper again.

“Don’t think about that now,” Mingyu dismissed my question as he leaned down to rest his chin on my shoulder, “What are you studying for?”

“Economy exam, so, kindly leave me alone.” I turned my head just a little bit, our noses almost brushing against each other. The hairs stood on the back of my neck as Mingyu let out a long sigh, his breath fanning against my neck and jaw.

“Do you have to study now?” He grumbled into my ear and I nodded wordlessly, not trusting my voice, “Why didn’t you study earlier this week—”

“Because you kept taking me out every single day!” I snapped, pulling away from him with a glare, “If I fail this exam it’s your fault, so, leave me alone.”

I watched as he jutted his lower lip out, “Come on, sugar, don’t be mean to your boyfriend.”

“You’re not my boyfriend…” I mumbled to myself as I leaned back against the sofa and started reading again. Mingyu remained seated on the sofa as silence stretched around the room, the soft tapping of his fingers against his muscular thigh the only sound that echoed around. His knee was close enough to my shoulder that it was just barely brushing against it and I bit my lip as I focused hard on the words and ignored Mingyu’s tempting warmth. He knew how hard it was for me to stay still when he was so close to me; and I call him clingy; but sometimes I just want to have even the smallest physical contact with him. Not tonight, Y/N, you’re really close to failing economy class, I thought to myself as my eyebrows furrowed as I read over again the same line. Mingyu’s loud sigh almost made me ask him what was wrong, but I just bit my lower lip and flipped the paper, internally groaning at another page filled with words I had to learn tonight.

“Do you like my new hairstyle?” I heard Mingyu ask faintly as his rings clanked against each other as he started toying with his fingers.

I hummed and nodded before licking my lips, “I didn’t think you’d look so hot with curly hair.”

There was a beat of silence and I felt his eyes on me, my heart picked up its pace, “So, you think I’m hot?”

“Yes.” I mumbled, feeling a sudden dryness in my mouth as I gulped quickly, refusing the urge to look back up at him. He was incredibly hot dressed the way he was today, and it was hard to not look at him, but I could do it. I was an expert when it came to ignoring Kim Mingyu.

“You’re hot too, when you’re turned on.” I didn’t have to look to see he smirk on his lips; I scoffed and rolled my eyes before reading the page from the top to the bottom again. Memorizing the information was harder when he was sitting next to me. I heard him shift on the sofa and I prayed he just wanted to lay down and torment me from there with his words, but I stopped breathing when his warm palm brushed my hair behind my shoulder and his soft lips pressed against my neck.

“Mingyu…” I sighed in warning, eyebrows furrowing when he kept pressing feather like kisses down my neck.

“Yes?” He whispered against my skin, which was now covered in goosebumps.

“I have to study,” I snapped, trying hard to resist his kisses, “I can’t fail this exam—”

“And you won’t.” Mingyu muttered close to my ear as he pressed a kiss just behind my ear, “You’re smart, you don’t have to study much. You already know this—”

“That’s what you think—” I choked on air when he bit my ear lobe teasingly, “I’m—I’m really not that—smart—”

“Sugar,” He sighed deeply and I dared to look at him, his pupils were already dilated and he smirked when he saw my face, my expression probably similar to his, “I’ll be really pissed off, if you don’t put down that paper and come make out with me.”

It wasn’t a request, and I knew it, he really wasn’t going to let me study tonight. Once again. Gulping and glancing down at the paper in my hands, I knew I really had to study right now, but when I looked back up at Mingyu, I knew by how impatient he was I had one second before he’d be pulling me over him. With a roll of my eyes, I slammed the paper on the coffee table and opened my mouth to curse at him, but his hands were around my head and his lips pressed against mine. His soft lips were familiar by now and it brought a sense of calmness over me. My eyes closed as I raised up onto my knees and gripped his thighs, earning a sigh from him.

“I don’t see you all day and even when I do, you ignore me instead of making out with me—”

“Well, Mingyu, I have a grade that I have to maintain and it’s a lot more important than your neediness—”

“Don’t be disrespectful to your boyfriend—”

“You’re not my boyfriend—” I got cut off by his lips again as he gripped me by the arms to pull me on him. He tasted like smoke and something spicy that I couldn’t identify. I straddled his hips, legs on each side, as I leaned my body into his. I let my hands run all over his chest slowly, groaning when my fingers brushed against his choker. Mingyu smirked into the kiss, his lips meeting mine hungrily as he pulled me closer into him by my bottom, squeezing it hard. I yelped and raised a bit up, pulling away from the kiss.

“I told you to stop doing that—” My chest was raising and falling a bit quicker as my eyes fell on Mingyu’s glossy lips.

“Did you drink coffee?” He asked, his voice octaves lower and it sent shivers down my spine, “It’s almost 10 pm, sugar. How will you sleep?”

“I don’t plan on sleeping tonight.” Our eyes connected, and meanwhile I meant that as in: ‘I will be studying the whole night’, I understood why it could have sounded like: ‘We’ll be having sex all night, so no need to sleep’. And Mingyu definitely thought of the second version because before I could correct his dirty mind, my hips were pulled down by his firm grip and he was sucking against my collar bones. I let out quiet breaths as my fingers finally tangled themselves into his black, curly hair and Mingyu sucked on my skin harshly. The place felt on fire as a dull pain coated the area, but Mingyu was quick to smooth it over with his tongue, which didn’t help much with the ache.

“We agreed on no marks—”

“If you pull my hair like that, I can’t help it, sugar.” Mingyu bit his lower lip as he gazed into my eyes deeply and I licked my lips, leaning down, lips brushing against each other.

“I want to rip your clothes off and kiss all over your body while you wear that choker—” Mingyu growled and all of my senses seemed to be heightened as his touch suddenly felt like it was burning into my skin, “You’re so fucking hot.”

One of his hands left my hips to grip the back of my head as he brought our lips back together and kissed me hungrily, lips bruising by the force he was using. His strong, honey like cologne enveloped my senses as I got lost in the feeling his lips were giving me. My heart was thumping loudly, lungs running out of air quickly, and every inch of my skin was on fire as I gripped Mingyu’s cheeks with both hands desperately as if he’d disappear into thin air. I never knew you could feel so much at the same time, I never knew one person alone could make you feel so alive. When I was with Mingyu time seemed to stop, people around us seemed to disappear and it was just us. I don’t know when I started trusting him so much or why I felt protected, a different kind of protection that Seungcheol and Vernon made me feel, but it happened and I realized it one day while we were walking in the park and holding hands. In Mingyu’s arms, the protection felt better and stronger, it almost felt like love. I was never in love with someone before, but maybe I was slowly falling for him.

I felt him shift us as he slid down slightly on the sofa, legs spread wider, and I realized it was to move my hips against his. His firm grip guided my hips in slow circles and I moaned when I felt his member poking through his burgundy dress pants. It sent a rush through my body, all the way down to my toes, and I gripped Mingyu’s chin to tilt his head back. He didn’t fight it as our lips moved hungrier than before, mine were already aching, and I let my tongue slip into his mouth. I swallowed his choaked moan and pressed down my hips harder against his, desperate for more friction. Mingyu moaned again and held the back of my head, his other hand slipping underneath my shirt as his hand travelled up my stomach to my breast. I bit his lower lip when he gave it a squeeze, and finally out of breath, we pulled away just barely. I smirked at Mingyu, seeing him so lost and whiney only happened during our make outs, and it was always hot and empowering. He caught his breath and his eyes darkened when he saw my satisfied expression, he stilled my hips with his hands.

“Don’t get cocky now, sugar.” His voice was husky and I let a finger run over his pearly choker before I hooked a finger in it.

“How, when I’ve got you wrapped around my finger?” He knew I was right and he knew he couldn’t say anything to deny it. I pressed my lips against his jaw and peppered light kisses against his smooth skin, his warmth made me feel like I was in an oven. I nibbled on the skin of his neck and I felt him relax as he gripped my bottom again. Wanting revenge for marking me, I chuckled against his skin before sucking down harshly on the junction of his neck and shoulder, teeth sinking into it. Mingyu hissed and was quick to push me back and look at me with a glare.

“What? You did it too.” I raised my eyebrows at him, his lips were red and plumper than usually. His hair was disheveled thanks to me and he looked so much more attractive that I kissed him again, his tongue pushing into my mouth this time. I moaned into his mouth as he squeezed my bottom again, not minding his aggressivity this time. I reached for the buttons of his shirt and started popping them open slowly. I couldn’t get enough of him and I wanted to feel more. We never did more than make out, mainly because I didn’t want to, but right now I wanted to feel all of him. Mingyu didn’t mind me and continued kissing me hungrily—until a key was pressed into the key-hole and we both froze. I pulled back stiffly, gripping onto his shoulders tightly.

“Fuck.” I cursed quietly, wide eyes staring back at Mingyu, “You need to get out, right now!”

“How?” Mingyu’s eyebrows rose as I quickly scrambled off him and tried to smooth down my clothes, “Do you want me to teleport? Because I sure as hell can’t do that—”

“Shut up!” I snapped and panicked more when the front door opened, “Please do something! You look—”

“Y/N?” Seungcheol’s deep voice rang through my apartment and my heart went wild, my worst nightmare getting confirmed. Fuck, this is so bad. Mingyu was up on his feet instantly, some of his buttons now done, but he didn’t have enough time to hide before Seungcheol would be in the living room.

“Why is your front door unlocked?” Seungcheol called loudly from the hallway, he was taking off his shoes. Mingyu walked up to me and I quickly tried to smooth his hair down as I ran my fingers through it, trying to make it look like when he arrived.

“Uhm, I—” I cleared my throat when I realized it was really dry, “I went to the—convenience store! Got back a few minutes ago and—forgot it!”

I hated lying to Seungcheol, I actually never lied to him before, and it made me feel horrible. He deserved to know the truth but I wasn’t ready yet to face his judgmental look and scolding of a lifetime. He would probably hate me and never talk to me again. What I had with Mingyu was like a safe heaven, I wanted to have it for a little longer.

“You’re an idiot!” Seungcheol was in my kitchen, probably rummaging for snacks, “I told you to always lock your door!”

“Sorry!” I called back while Mingyu picked up a hair tie from the coffee table and threw it at me, motioning at my hair. It probably looked like a bird’s nest and I clumsily pulled it into a very messy bun, which probably looked horrible. I turned to tell Mingyu to move away from the sofa, but instead he pressed one last kiss, soft and short, against my lips before stepping around me and walking towards the window. I couldn’t help but smile at him before sitting down on the ground again and picking up a random paper.

“Why are you so quiet—” Seungcheol’s voice died out when he walked inside the living room, eyes fixated on Mingyu, “Kim Mingyu.”

“Choi Seungcheol.” Mingyu turned around, the two men glared at each other. I quickly took a sip of my coffee, to make the dryness in my throat go away. Seungcheol was shooting daggers at Mingyu, as if his eyes were laser, and my heart started beating faster and faster when they remained silent. Did Seungcheol know? Did he realize what was going on before he walked in? I bit my lower lip nervously as I looked up at the two men, who were still squaring up each other. Mingyu didn’t succeed in doing all of his buttons, but at least he buttoned his jacket, which concealed a bit of his exposed chest. His hands were in the pockets of his pants and he wore an amused smirk on his lips as he dared Cheol to speak with a simple look.

“What are you doing here?” Seungcheol asked accusingly, eyes narrowing when Mingyu’s smirk widened. For a second, when Mingyu gave me a glance, my heart stopped beating. Will he tell Seungcheol? Blow everything to shreds? Mingyu promised he wouldn’t, he’ll remain quiet, right?

“Had some business to speak with sugar, of course.” Mingyu answered once his eyes were back on Seungcheol, the lie rolling off smoothly his tongue. I let out a sigh of relief and Seungcheol threw me a scrutinizing look, to which I just shrugged. Watching my best friend, I realized he was wearing similar attire to Mingyu’s, except Cheol was wearing a black turtleneck underneath his jacket.

He tsked and bit down on his lip piercing, “What business? I made it clear to stop involving her in this!”

“It has nothing to do with our meeting today, Seungcheol,” Mingyu’s voice turned reassuring and I watched as my best friend’s shoulders relaxed. What was that meeting about?, “I was just debating if I have to assign bodyguards for Y/N or not—”

“And I told you, I don’t need bodyguards!” I snapped with a glare, playing along with his lie. Mingyu scoffed and threw me a look.

“As if I care about your opinion—”

“Why don’t you assign Vernon as my bodyguard then, hmm?” I raised my eyebrows and Mingyu’s jaw ticked, he threw me a warning glare.

“I live straight across, she doesn’t need a bodyguard, Mingyu.” Seungcheol snapped, just as riled up by my words like Mingyu was. What was so bad about having Vernon as my bodyguard? He’s literally one of the few friends I have. And he’s buff, I’ve seen it when he wore casual clothes once when we went to the gym together. That was also the first and last time I went to the gym.

“And when you’re not around?” Mingyu snapped, turning his fake reason into an argument. I sighed and leaned my head against the sofa.

“Can you both stop?” I asked with a groan, lifting my head when both men stared at me, “I have to study and you’re disturbing me. Leave, both of you.”

“I’m not leaving, I just arrived!” Seungcheol snapped, crossing his arms in front of his chest. I rolled my eyes and searched for the next paper that I had to study.

“Sweet dreams, sugar.” My heart skipped a beat when Mingyu’s voice turned softer at the nickname and I bit my lower lip, peeking at Seungcheol to see him glaring at Mingyu before looking at me questioningly. I quickly cleared my expression and scowled towards the giant.

“Right,” My voice dripped with sarcasm, and for once, I really didn’t want to say hurtful words towards Mingyu, it felt wrong, “As if I could have any sweet dreams after seeing you.”

“Suit yourself.” Mingyu said with a nonchalant shrug before walking off, not casting even a glance back at me. My heart picked up again and I gulped, fearing I said something too harsh. We still bickered, but I stopped being so mean to him and I was afraid I upset him just now. Staring after Mingyu with furrowed eyebrows, I failed to notice the curious but confused glare Seungcheol was giving me. I gulped and made a mental note to text Mingyu after Cheol leaves to apologize and wish him sweet dreams.

“So,” Seungcheol grinned once Mingyu was out the apartment, leaving me anxious and stressed, “What are you studying?”

“Economy.” I answered blankly, reading through my notes. Seungcheol sat, where Mingyu was sitting a few minutes before, and laid down on my sofa, stretching his muscles.

“Ah, it’s so good to take a little rest.” He muttered to himself quietly and I hummed.

“Were you able to attend Uni classes this week?” I asked curiously as Seungcheol sighed.

“No, Mingyu had me running around to collect drugs and shit all week,” He sighed again before turning onto his side, “How was your week?”

I turned my body towards him when he poked my shoulder, “Long.”

Seungcheol giggled and I extended my arm to run my fingers through his hair in a comforting manner, “Our geometry professor is slowly killing me. He gave us three more assignments this week and we aren’t even done with the other five he gave us a month ago.”

Seungcheol grimaced and closed his eyes, “Fuck him, he’s such an ass. Who can do so many assignments? It’s not like you are robots.”

“I know…” I sighed and continued to look at Seungcheol until he opened an eye. His forehead had creased and I could see how tense he was even though he tried to relax.

“Hey,” I let my hand rest on top of his as I scooted closer, resting my chin on the edge of the sofa, close to his chest, “You can talk to me, Cheol, when things get hard. Especially now that I know everything. Stop burdening yourself so much.”

A soft smile spread onto his lips and I mirrored it, feeling my heart full of love for the person who stood by me in my most difficult moments, “I love you, you idiot.”

“I love you too, Cheol, massive asshead.” We both started giggling and he interlaced our fingers before his eyes fell on the coffee table.

“Do you need help studying?”

“Are you sure you are ready to compromise your much needed sleep?”

“Anything for the lady.”

“Where do I even start then…”

I sighed into my scarf as I nuzzled further into it, shielding my face from the cold breeze. Spring came around but the weather was still the same gloomy and cold, like it was all winter. I gripped the straps of my backpack tightly as I leaned against the wall of the building, sipping from my warm coffee I bought from the wending machine placed in the main hall of the University. Classes were over and the economy exam written, to which I studied all night with the help of Seungcheol. I got three hours of sleep and caffeine was the only thing keeping my eyes open and brain running at this point. I really just wanted to go home and sleep until tomorrow, but I had plans with Vernon since last week for today. We decided to grab lunch together and meanwhile my stomach grumbled quietly, I still only wished to go to sleep in my warm bed, shielded from the cold breeze and loud people walking around me. My phone started ringing and I fished it out of my pocket, pushing off the wall of the building.

“Hello.” I greeted loudly as a loud group passed by me.

“Good morning,” Vernon greeted cheekily and I scoffed as I walked towards the front of the institute. I was in the garden beside the library as I had to return a few books.

“Morning was hours ago, Vernon.” I muttered with a grimace as I took another sip of my coffee.

“You sound like you just woke up.”

“I wish,” I sighed into the phone with a pout, kicking a smaller rock in front of me, “I just finished classes.”

“Oh? Already?” Vernon sounded taken aback and I heard shuffling on the line, “I thought you had afternoon classes today—”

“Did you, perhaps, forget that we agreed on a lunch date today?” I asked accusingly, stopping for a second out of surprise. But the sudden anger didn’t last for long when I realized if Vernon wasn’t ready, I could cancel and just go home and sleep.

“Sorry!” Vernon exclaimed, his voice sounded to be away from the phone, he must have put me on speaker, “I didn’t exactly forget! Just a little—”

“You forgot, Vernon.” I cut him off laughing, walking lazily by the side of the building, “It’s fine, actually.”

“How cold is it outside?” His voice was right next to the phone and I hummed as I looked around.

“Cold enough to start freezing after fifteen minutes of staying outside.” I concluded after a few seconds of thinking and Vernon shuffled again.

“Shit!” He called loudly and I chuckled as I finally got to the front of the University. Five guys walked towards me with smiles on their faces and I returned it when I recognized them from Seungcheol’s course.

“Hi, Y/N!” They greeted loudly.

“Hi, guys.” I waved a bit before continuing my walk, “You’re still there, Vernon?”

“Okay, listen—” He took a deep breath and I started grinning, knowing he was about to rush out a really long sentence in one breath, “I’ll be there in twenty minutes, because yeah, I totally forgot that we agreed on that lunch date and I’m really sorry, you can rat my ear off at the restaurant, but do you think you can go inside and wait there for me, because I’ll send you a text when I get there?!”

I laughed as I watched the little crowd gathered on the side walk curiously, “I can totally go inside and wait for you—”

My mouth fell open when a few girls moved away whispering to each other, offering me a clear view of what caused the little commotion. My heart dropped to my stomach and then it started beating faster and faster as I remained a gaping fish.

“Uhm, Y/N?” Vernon asked, confused by my sudden silence. My eyes made contact with the person’s who was laying against his metalized grey Land Cruiser, easily as tall as the car.

“Uhm, yeah—” I muttered back to Vernon as I watched a wide smirk appear on Mingyu’s lips. The guys and girls that were watching us started whispering louder and my cheeks became pink as I nuzzled further into my scarf, “I just—uh, remembered that I have to work today.”

I swallowed hard in regret for having to cancel the lunch with Vernon, but he wasn’t even ready, so I didn’t really waste his time. Mingyu’s gaze electrified my body, suddenly the fatigue I felt disappeared.

“Irene called earlier, I really forgot…” I trailed off as I slowly walked closer to Mingyu, leaving a decent distance between us. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and his muscles bulged through his black leather jacket; he raised his eyebrows.

“Ah, shit,” Vernon sighed disappointed and there was shuffling before his voice was close again, “That’s fine—I was running late either way.”

“I’m really sorry,” I apologized again, unable to look away from Mingyu, “Can we re-schedule?”

“Of course, Friday?” Vernon was excited and I hummed as I took a quick sip of my coffee.

“Friday it is, but it has to be a breakfast date.”

“I’m cool with that, talk to you later.”

“Talk to you later.” I hung up with a smile and finally looked down, breaking eye contact with Mingyu, to put my phone back into my pocket. When I looked back up his eyebrows were furrowed and he pushed off his car, with two long steps he was directly in front of me.

“Who are you going on a date with?” He asked lowly, jaw clenching.

“Vernon, and it’s not that kind of date, so chill.” I answered him while rolling my eyes and Mingyu glared at me.

“I told you to stop seeing Vernon.”

“Yeah, and you thought I’d listen to you—a possessive, manipulative, bossy—”

“Boyfriend.”

“Not boyfriend.” I gave Mingyu a look, which he returned, before he dipped his head and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes closed and his honey-like cologne filled my nostrils as his soft, tasting like smoke, lips pressed back harder. Then I realized everyone could see us, Seungcheol was still at University, he could see us.

“Mingyu.” I snapped as I pulled back abruptly, eyes boring into his.

“I just wanted to give my sugar a proper greeting—”

“Not in public, you know.” I stepped back and took a sip of, the now lukewarm, coffee.

“I’m tired of sneaking around—” Mingyu snapped and I scoffed.

“Then leave me, easy as that.” I snapped back and Mingyu’s eyes narrowed at me as he lowered his head slightly, to be eye level with me.

“You still think there’s any chance that I’ll ever leave you alone?” A cocky smirk crossed his lips and I had to bite my lower lip from letting my own appear on my lips, “I’ve been obsessed with you since the first time I saw you—”

“I’m still not very keen of you, so—” I interrupted him with a shrug, watching as Mingyu’s eyes darkened just in the slightest.

“These past three weeks we’ve spent together tell me something different, Y/N.” I scoffed, knowing well he was right and I had nothing to say back, so I pushed him back by his shoulder and side stepped him.

“You make me stay out in the cold weather when your warm car is a few feet behind, how gentlemanly of you.”

Before I could open the door for myself, Mingyu gripped my arm and pulled me back slightly, opening the door for me. I rolled my eyes and made sure he saw it as I sat inside and he shut the door for me. I sighed out as the warmth seeped through my body slowly and threw my backpack in the backseat, looking out the window as I drank the last of my coffee. Mingyu entered the car and ignited the engine to life, even more people looking our way at the loud roar of the engine.

“Just drive away and stop showing off, please.” I whined and lowered my head as I quickly buckled up the seatbelt.

“Your wish is my command.” And off we took at a rather aggressive speed. Mingyu wasn’t a patient person and he certainly wasn’t when it came to driving. He sped around like a madman even if there was heavy traffic and made dangerous maneuvers.

“I told you to stop driving like this!” I snapped as I held onto the doorhandle, fearing for my life when Mingyu sped through the third yellow traffic light.

“And you’re still seeing Vernon.” He fired back nonchalantly, his hand coming to rest on my thigh.

“You seriously can’t be comparing something like my friendship with Vernon to you trying to kill us both!” I exclaimed and almost yelped out when pedestrians went to cross the street and Mingyu had to hit the brakes hard, “Please!”

“Fine, fine,” He sighed out, glancing at me, “I’ll drive more carefully.”

“Thank you.” I snapped as my heart continued to race and his palm gave a reassuring squeeze to my thigh.

“Are you taking me home?” I asked when I saw him driving closer to my neighborhood. I couldn’t be happier; I was still tired.

“No.” Mingyu answered shortly and I groaned.

“I’m really sleep, I studied all night with Seungcheol after you left. Just take me home before I fall asleep—”

“But you could still go on your lunch date with Vernon, right? You weren’t asking him to take you home.” Jealousy and venom dripped through Mingyu’s tone and I couldn’t help giggle, amused by his reaction.

“Exactly.” I answered him, placing my palm over his before he could say anything else. I interlaced our fingers and leaned my head against the headrest.

“I’m taking you away from the city.” Mingyu spoke up and I looked at him with raised eyebrows, “But I’m not telling you where to, it’s a surprise.”

“Ah,” I sniffed and pulled my lips in a grimace, “so this is where you finally kill me?”

Mingyu groaned and threw me a quick look, his fingers squeezing mine in warning, “Stop saying shit like that, it’s not hilarious.”

“Yeah, yeah…” I grumbled and bit my lower lip, thinking of how he never answered my text I sent last night while Seungcheol was in the bathroom showering, “Was I too harsh last night? You never answered my text…”

A small smile traced Mingyu’s lips and I looked down at our intertwined hands, “No, I figured you were with Seungcheol, so I didn’t want to cause even more anxiety by answering.”

A smile spread on my lips as I looked up at him, “I was more anxious that I hurt you…”

“You can’t hurt me anymore, sugar.” His pretty smile formed into a smirk and I rolled my eyes, turning my head away from me.

“We’ll speak in the afterlife, after the cops find my body lying in a ditch somewhere.” I muttered quietly to myself, thoughts of me mysteriously dying always swarming in the back of my head. I was exposed to a dangerous world and I wasn’t stupid, I knew what dangers lurked in the shadows. Mingyu wasn’t just anyone. He was a well-known leader in the world of illegal affairs and everyone feared his power and his team. He had many enemies and he also hated many people. I knew one day I could just disappear as a statement for Mingyu from a rival gang. And I was afraid, but maybe it was worth risking it for Mingyu. If I was already going to hell, might as well truly enjoy myself in the meantime.

It took us a whole hour by the time we got to the place Mingyu had in mind. It was a nice cozy looking house, for which you had to take the highway and then halfway a dirt road that led deep inside the forest to get to it. I looked at Mingyu questioningly a few times as he turned on the car lights, the tall pine trees obscuring the bright sunlight, but he remained focused on driving with the occasional squeeze to our intertwined fingers. I wasn’t necessarily nervous about what we could possibly be doing at a place like this, I was more nervous about what Mingyu had planed for us. Were we here to test my loyalty? Were Joshua and Jeonghan here too, to interrogate me and see if any of my answers match with what they dug up about me? Or did Mingyu just want to spend more time with me in a secluded place? Many thoughts swarmed in my head until the moment we stopped and Mingyu told me to get out of the car. His eyes were glinting with excitement and it slightly eased my nerves, even though I wasn’t sure if he was just excited about something obscure or just about being here. With the loss of the sunlight here, the air was chilly and I shuddered in the cold as I walked up to Mingyu, who seemed to be perfectly fine in the cold weather dressed thinly.

“So…” I cleared my throat and glanced at the pretty, wooden house; it looked like a cabin, “What are we doing here?”

His eyes fell on me and a smirk spread on his lips as he draped an arm around my shoulders, “Scared, sugar?”

I bit my lower lip and matched my steps with his as he started walking towards the house, “Maybe.”

Mingyu chuckled amused as we walked up onto the porch, smirk fading into a small, rare, comforting smile, “We’re here because I want to teach you something, Y/N, relax.”

“Maybe I’ll relax when you tell me what you want to teach me.” I looked up at him as he knocked on the door and he turned his head toward me, pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“I’d ruin the surprise.”

“I hate surprises.” I muttered and sighed, turning towards the door when it opened.

“Oh!” The old man seemed surprised to see us standing in front of his front door, “Mr. Kim! We weren’t expecting you today!”

Mingyu just nodded his head and brushed past the old man, pulling me after him, rudely without even waiting to be invited inside, “I haven’t visited in long. How’s Momo doing?”

The old man tensed at Mingyu’s words and I narrowed my eyes when a teasing smirk made its way onto his lips, “She’s—she’s alright.”

“Is she home?” Mingyu continued, obviously enjoying how uncomfortable the old man looked.

“She’s not—Mr. Kim.” The old man gulped nervously and I caught his eyes glancing behind us for a second. Getting uncomfortable by the interaction between the two men, I cleared my throat.

“I’m Oh Y/N,” I stepped away from Mingyu and extended my hand towards the old man, “Nice to meet you, and sorry for barging in uninvited.”

Mingyu cleared his throat behind me and I watched the old man hesitate before he shook my hand lightly, “Nice to meet you, Miss Oh. I’m Hirai Takumi.”

“Oh, just address me comfortably, Mr. Hirai.” I bowed my head a little as I felt a hand on my shoulder, but the old man quickly shook his head.

“I insist, Miss Oh.” I opened my mouth to speak up again, but Mingyu gave me a look as he pushed me inside a small kitchen.

“Stop being so rude, we didn’t even take off our shoes!” I whisper-shouted at Mingyu as Mr. Hirai rushed past us inside the kitchen.

“We don’t have to be respectful while we are here.” Mingyu said with a shrug and loudly sat in the chair by the table. I threw him a hard glare as I watched the poor old man scramble around the kitchen. I felt uncomfortable, disrespectful and pity towards him. So, I took off my shoes swiftly and left them in the doorway before I walked up to the man and took the little cups from his hands.

“But Miss Oh—” He exclaimed and I threw him a small glare to silence him. He didn’t say anything else as he took the teapot and avoided Mingyu’s eyes as he walked to the table to place it down. Mingyu was glaring back at both the man and me as I placed a teacup in front of him and the other at the vacant seat.

“That’s for Miss Oh—”

“I’m not thirsty, Mr. Hirai, take a seat and drink instead of me.” I spoke with a small smile and the old man stood rooted as he watched Mingyu. When I turned my glare at Mingyu he sighed and with a nod the old man was sitting and pouring tea for Mingyu and himself. I also sat in the last empty chair at the table and watched the two men quietly.

“Where’s your wife?” Mingyu asked after he drank from the tea.

“She’s working—in town, Mr. Kim.” The old man hurriedly answered.

“I suppose that’s what Momo is doing also?” That devilish smirk spread onto Mingyu’s lips again and I glared at him as the old man looked down at the table.

“Ye—yes.” He whispered as an answer and visibly jumped when Mingyu dumped his gun on the table. Why the hell are we here? And what is going on between these two?

“Mr.—Mr. Kim, I—”

“Hoshi will come tomorrow to talk business with you, old man, however, right now, I’m here with my woman to teach her how to shoot.” Mingyu interrupted Mr. Hirai and stood up, pulling me up from the chair as well, “I suppose you still have those weapons?”

“Of course!” Mr. Hirai sprung to his feet and bowed his head, “They are in the barn, do you want me to walk you there?”

“No, I know my way around.” The smirk was back on Mingyu’s lips and I couldn’t watch the old man flinch anymore, so I grabbed Mingyu’s arm and pulled him away from the kitchen. He paused as I took on my shoes and when I went to open my mouth and scold him, he grabbed my nape and started walking me towards the back of the house. I hissed and threw him a glare when he didn’t let go, but Mingyu ignored me as he continued to walk me from behind. I didn’t miss the way his eyes ran up the stairs and fixated on a door for a second longer than it was necessary, but the door of the barn was in front of me and I gave it a push.

“Can you let go of me?” I finally snapped, annoyed by the way he was walking me around.

“No.” Mingyu simply hummed and lightly tugged on my nape, hauling me in the opposite direction that I was trying to walk in. I threw him a side-eyed glare but he wasn’t looking at me, eyes focused on a chest. He leaned down and opened it with one hand; my eyes widened when it fell on the various weapons hidden inside.

“What is this place?” I muttered to myself, heart starting to beat quickly when Mingyu smirked back at me, with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“My fun place.” His smirk spread wider and I stepped back when he finally let go of my nape. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and watched him rummage through the weapons with a frown and grimace.

“These are all old as fuck…” He muttered to himself as he picked up a large shotgun, “I told the old man to change them…”

My stomach rumbled loudly and I looked away when Mingyu threw me an amused look, I never got to eat and I was pretty much starving at the moment. I hoped Mingyu would just ignore it and not demand the old man to serve us with food as well, I realized how much he wanted us out of his house. Mr. Hirai was terrified of Mingyu and I was so curious as to why.

“Come, sugar.” Mingyu straightened back up, with a rifle and a smaller handgun in his hands and walked to the rotten door and pushed it open. I looked at him for a second longer before I followed him out, the back of the house led directly into the woods. There was a long table placed out at least twenty steps away from where we were standing and the pine trees around the area had all sorts of men made scars in their trunks. On the long table there were ten beer bottles and Mingyu turned toward me with a serious expression.

“This,” He raised the rifle to be eye level with us, “Is an AR-15 rifle, made in the US.”

I hummed and watched him curiously, “If you push this button, the magazine comes out. First, you check to see if you have bullets, okay?”

“Okay.” I muttered quietly, hugging myself tighter. I wasn’t foreign to weapons but I never felt comfortable around them. Mingyu was serious, eyebrows frowning, as he took his time explaining the weapon and how to use it.

“You slide back the loaded magazine and then pull the charging handle,” He pulled it back easily, it made a loud clicking sound; I gulped, “If you push this down, the safety is off, you push it back up, the safety is on, understood?”

I cleared my throat and made eye contact with Mingyu, he had a dangerous glint in his eyes, “Understood.”

“Cool, now,” He hoisted the gun up, the end coming to rest against left shoulder as he came to stand next to me, “Safety off and—”

He fired twice, the loud sound made me jump and slightly step behind him, and he clearly hit two beer bottles spot on, breaking them, “That’s how you do it, sugar. Your turn.”

“Mine?” I asked with a frown, glaring at the rifle, “I don’t want to shoot with that.”

“Sugar, this is not about what you want and what you don’t want.” Mingyu said impatiently with a sigh and I heard a click, he pushed the safety on, “You have to learn this.”

“No, I don’t.” I argued with him stubbornly, taking a step back when he extended his arm for me to take the weapon, “I don’t want to hold that.”

“Y/N,” With his free hand he gripped my nape again and tugged my closer, “There will be times when no one will be able to protect you but you, yourself. Alright? You have to be ready and knowing how to defend yourself with a weapon, is the first step in your journey, okay?”

“I know how to shoot with a gun, okay?” I snapped loudly, glaring at Mingyu when his eyebrows rose mockingly, “You’re not the first person who tries teaching me how to use a gun, okay?”

“This is a rifle.”

“Rifle or whatever!” I exclaimed and slapped his arm away, “My father and Seungcheol already taught me.”

“Then show me.” He said with a shrug and pressed the rifle against my chest harshly, leaving no room for argument. I glared at him and took the weapon with a sigh, the weight of it foreign in my arms.

“If you want to teach me how to defend myself, teach me hand-to-hand combat, not this bullshit.”

“This is not bullshit,” Mingyu rolled his eyes and stopped me when I went to position the rifle against my shoulder, “What did I just teach you?”

“Check the magazine first.” I muttered and quickly pushed the button he pointed at and held the magazine in my hand. Mingyu hummed contently so I slid it back in then went to pull the charging handle, which was a lot harder to do than Mingyu made it look like.

“And you will learn hand-to-hand combat too, when the right time comes.” I threw him a glance as I raised the rifle, positioning it against my right shoulder, just like Mingyu did before. He came to stand behind me and his body warmth invaded mine, making me shudder. He corrected my posture and his finger curled next to mine on the trigger.

“Safety off.” He whispered in my ear and pressed a kiss against it, making me gulp loudly. I pressed the safety down and Mingyu took a tiny step back to watch me. I closed my right eye and started firing towards the beer cans, my ears ringing from the loud gunshots that went off next to my ear. I shot until I emptied the magazine and when I lowered the rifle, with the safety on, I frowned seeing that I only shot three bottles.

“Sugar,” Mingyu chuckled and gripped my cold, rosy, cheeks, “I thought you said you knew how to shoot!”

“I do!” I snapped, eyebrows furrowing, “With a handgun, I never held a rifle before…”

“Did no one tell you to keep both eyes open? So that you see your target clearly? You watch too many movies…” He trailed off and shook his head, pressing a quick kiss against my lips before he strolled towards the long table.

“Yeah, whatever,” I muttered to myself as I watched Mingyu place ten new bottles on the table, “Both eyes open, right?”

I raised the riffle again and placed it against my right shoulder, adjusting my grip on the trigger as I kept both eyes open, pointing it at the first bottle. Mingyu was still standing there and when he turned around, unintentionally, the rifle was pointed at him directly. The safety was still on, but he didn’t know that, and we stared into each other’s eyes, unmoving. Mingyu went stiff and I could see as his eyes darkened even from where I was standing, his shoulders moving back as he adjusted his leather jacket. He never expected me to point a gun at him, let alone a rifle, even though he’s done it twice to me now. And once he even pulled the trigger, even if it was an unloaded weapon, he pulled the trigger. His left hand sneaked in his pocket and instinctively my finger pushed the safety off and wrapped around the trigger, my body going rigid. Yes, I trusted him most of the time, but the little voices in my head telling me that he could kill me still anytime, were screaming at me that this was that time. You could never know when you had a mafia leader standing in front of you, with a hand hidden in its jacket’s pocket. I let out a quiet sigh when he pulled his hand out and held the pack of cigarettes, slowly starting to walk towards me. I subtly pushed the safety back on and cleared my throat when Mingyu stopped at the end of the rifle, chest pressing against it. His eyes still watched me like a hawk as he lit one cigarette and inhaled deeply from it. I watched, and felt through the rifle, as his lungs expanded then decreased. He blew the smoke out in one long breath and it floated into my face. I narrowed my eyes but didn’t flinch.

“What a fucking woman.” He muttered to himself with a chuckle before he stepped away, coming to stand behind me at a good distance to not bother me. I pushed the safety down and now with both eyes open, I focused on the bottles and started firing. Shards of glass flew around the table as I hit all ten this time, shattering them all in half. My heart thumped loudly and my ears rung as I lowered the rifle with shaky hands, pushing the safety back on. I turned my head to look at Mingyu, who was watching me pridefully with a big smirk on his lips.

“See what it does if you keep both eyes on the prey?” I chuckled and handed him the rifle back as he looked over it, “Well, seems like my training takes an end here.”

“So soon?” I raised my eyebrows as he took another puff of his cigarette, “You think this is enough?”

“Did you hit all ten bottles?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes, this is enough for you,” He chuckled and threw his finished cigarette on the green floor of the forest, making me frown, “You said you know how to use a handgun, I have nothing else to teach you.”

“And you had to take me here? For nothing?” I groaned as Mingyu walked up to me.

“This wasn’t nothing.” He rolled his eyes and I mirrored him.

“Yeah, it was.”

“Shut up, I got to spend time with you,” He muttered and leaned down to press another kiss against my lips, longer this time. He tasted of smoke again and I pulled back when I felt his tongue trying to push my lips apart.

“No, not here,” I muttered, running my hand through his still curly hair, “I’m freezing and starving and tired. You only get a kiss if I’m satisfied with my needs.”

“Fair enough, sugar,” He smirked and intertwined our fingers, “Let’s go then, but I’m not taking you home.”

“Didn’t I just tell you what I want?” I groaned as I closed the barn door behind us, Mingyu threw the rifle on the creaky floorboards uncaringly.

“You never said you wanted to do all of that at your apartment.” His smirk was cheeky and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Where else at can I do them then?” We walked inside the house and Mingyu didn’t bother to close the door as he pulled me down the hallway.

“My house, of course,” Mingyu chuckled and glanced back at me, “There Seungcheol can’t interrupt us at least.”

I bit my lip as I thought back to the first, and only, time I was at his mansion. I wanted to argue with him more, but his mansion was too nice and he knew I liked it. It was everyone’s dream place, I wasn’t about to turn down a dinner there cooked by Mingyu, who apparently has some nice culinary skills.

“But I’m sleeping at home, Seungcheol will notice that I didn’t return for the night.”

“Fine—” Mingyu stopped in the doorway when we spotted Mr. Hirai sitting on the staircase leading upstairs, “Go clean up, old man. Sleep tight tonight and make sure to bake those pastries for Hoshi tomorrow, you know he’s nicer to you when you give him those.”

“Yes, Mr. Kim.,” Mr. Hirai bowed as he stood, averting his gaze, “Have a pleasant afternoon, Mrs. Oh.”

“Thank you, you too!” I bowed my head before Mingyu could pull me after him and I watched as Mr. Hirai’s eyes turned sad as he closed the door after us. I let Mingyu walk me to his car and open the door for me.

“Who is this man and what’s your business with him?” I spoke up once Mingyu sat inside, turning towards him.

“No one that should concern you, you won’t see him ever again—” He started the car and I frowned at his words, “So forget about him.”

“You should treat him with respect, he’s your elder.”

“And he’s also a liar and thief.” He snapped with a scoff and I looked out the window.

“Just don’t speed around, please.” I dropped the topic, not wanting to piss him off while we were in the car. Mingyu just hummed and turned on the radio, all conversation ceasing between us as I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the headrest.

My body jumped when I felt a hand gently cup my cheek, alerting me awake. I hummed and nuzzled into the warm touch as best as I could, sighing when a finger tenderly stroked my skin. Slowly, I realized the car wasn’t moving anymore and it was quiet inside too, the radio turned off.

“Wake up, sugar, we’re home.” Mingyu whispered and I sighed, his breath fanning my face.

“Home?” I asked, voice raspy, and slowly opened both eyes. The lights coming from the outside were dim and I watched as Mingyu smiled fondly at me, his finger still stroked my cheek.

“Yeah, home.” He whispered and my heart skipped a beat at the softness of his voice, a vulnerability I’ve never heard before coating his words. His defenses seemed to disappear as he looked at me quietly, his eyes running over my face. His forehead had faint wrinkles and his lips were pouty when he was serious, his eyes narrowed just the slightest bit. His dark irises offered comfort and my heart started beating quickly, a feeling of content overtaking me.

“Did I sleep the whole ride back?” I broke the comfortable silence and Mingyu hummed, leaning closer. I watched him curiously as he pressed a long kiss to my forehead, his warm touch disappearing from my cheek when he pulled back. I wanted to grip his hand and place it back where it was, but Mingyu was out of the car before I could do that. Sighing, I took my backpack from the backseat, undid my seatbelt, and exited the Land Cruiser. Stepping outside, I realized we were standing in Mingyu’s garage, he did take me back to his mansion after all.

“How does takeaway sound?” His loud voice rang through the garage and I shivered at the coldness as I walked up to him; he was standing in front of the door that led inside the house.

“Anything that comes fast is good, I’m seriously starving.” I muttered, rubbing my empty stomach when it rumbled loudly, “I’ve never been this hungry before.”

Mingyu chuckled and intertwined our fingers as he pushed the door open and brought me inside with him. Instantly, the warm air warmed me up and my eyes fell on the pool that was inside, making a mental note to ask Mingyu to let me swim in it once. I loved spending a day or two doing nothing at the pool when it was summer.

“We have some leftover from yesterday, you can eat those before we order anything.” Mingyu spoke as he pulled me around the house, the ground floor I was already familiar with. We stopped in the hallway to take off our shoes and coats, I placed my backpack on the marble floor and put on the slippers Mingyu pushed my way.

“You’ve never been upstairs, right?” Mingyu looked at me with his eyebrows raised and I glanced behind him, eyes running up the marble staircase. I looked back at him and nodded my head no.

“Let me show you around then.” He extended his hand again and I took it, rubbing my eyes to make the sleepiness go away. We didn’t go straight upstairs, however, we walked past the marble staircase and towards the only room I haven’t seen from downstairs. He pushed the white door open and my eyes fell on different machines you see in the gym. The room was big and breezy, the air conditioning was still on as if someone had just been in the room.

“You even have your own gym, huh.” I muttered, turning my head to look at him, “I could come around and work out sometimes.”

“You go to the gym?” Mingyu asked surprised, closing the door again.

“I’ve been there once with Vernon and it was enough for a lifetime.” Mingyu’s eyebrows furrowed and I threw him a look, silencing him even before he could say anything about Vernon. We walked towards the marble staircase and Mingyu teasingly bowed his head and made way for me to go up first, but we both came to a halt when someone cleared their throat. I turned my head towards the living room, where the voice came from, and quickly jumped away from Mingyu, ripping my hand away from his.

“Fancy seeing you here, Y/N,” Wonwoo’s deep voice echoed around as Mingyu glared at me for my reaction, “Also fancy seeing you two can’t greet.”

“I had no idea you were home. I didn’t see your car in the garage.” Mingyu said with a shrug and he crossed his arms in front of his chest. My eyebrows rose as I looked between the two males.

“Home?” I spoke up confused, looking at Wonwoo for answers.

“He didn’t tell you?” Wonwoo chuckled and started walking towards us, a book in his hands, “I live here too. This is our house—”

“It’s my house, but Wonwoo miraculously moved in one day without even asking me if I was alright with it, so…” Mingyu cut Wonwoo off with a scoff and I gaped at the two.

“But last time I was here—”

“I was running an errand, that’s why you didn’t see me inside.” Wonwoo answered with a smile as he stood at the foot of the stairs, leaning against the railing.

“But you picked me up—”

“Yeah,” He chuckled and started walking up the stairs, Mingyu and I made space for him, “How do you think I got here so fast? I had just arrived home when Mingyu called me.”

“I see.” I muttered and bit my lower lip as I watched Wonwoo casually strut to a room. He stopped after he opened the door and turned towards us to give us a wink before he disappeared inside and shut the door closed. Still biting my lower lip, I looked at Mingyu with a glare.

“And now why are you glaring at me?” He asked with a scoff as he continued his walk up the stairs, me hot on his tails.

“Because you never told me Wonwoo lived with you and that ultimately led to him seeing us holding hands!” I whisper-shouted, still glaring at Mingyu’s broad back.

“Wonwoo is way more observant than you think, we don’t have to tell him or show him that we are together, he already knows—”

“Because you told him!” I accused Mingyu as I followed him blindly towards a room.

“I didn’t!” He was quick to defend himself, throwing me a small glare as he opened the door, “I told you he’s observant.”

“As if I believe that, you always brag about shit, Mingyu—” I stopped talking when Mingyu grabbed my waist from behind and pushed me lightly further inside the big bedroom. It was Mingyu’s bedroom, his honey-like scent was everywhere with a tinge of light smoke floating in the air. My eyes took in the big room, a round bed sat in the middle of it, the sheets a light green. He had a big TV hung on the wall opposite the bed with a fireplace underneath it. There were some cushions laying on the marble floor here and there, the colors a mix of light green and white. He had a walk-in wardrobe that you could see inside from here and probably a private bathroom as well. I was surprised to see so many plants inside the room and a big bookshelf filled with tons of books. A professional looking camera was placed on his nightstand, with a few polaroid’s laying messily around it.

“This is my room,” Mingyu muttered next to my ear as he rested his chin against my shoulder, “It’s a lot cooler than yours.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, nudging his side softly. Yeah, it was a lot bigger than mine, but I live in an apartment and he literally lives in a mansion.

“Is this the moment where you finally get me in your bed?” I asked teasingly, turning my head and making our noses brush against each other.

“As much as I’d love to—” Mingyu groaned and bit my lower lip playfully, “It’s not. You haven’t seen my office yet.”

“I have permission to step inside your office?” I asked him teasingly as we left his bedroom, walking towards a dark wood colored door, “Isn’t it like…forbidden for others?”

“This office? No.” Mingyu answered with an amused chuckle, pushing the door open, “The office at the headquarter is forbidden to certain people, however.”

“Can I still go inside?” I asked with a pout, making Mingyu smirk as he turned on the lights.

“We’ll see when we get there, sugar.” He let go of my hand and walked further inside, drawing the curtains closed and I pouted when the beautiful night view of the city was gone. His office was dark, unlike the rest of the house which was mostly covered in white marble, and it was also smaller. He had bookcases on both sides of the wall and a big mahogany desk sitting close to the big windows.

“Wonwoo likes to read, so these are practically his books.” Mingyu explained when he saw my eyes running over the bookcases once again.

“Did you put them here just for him?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“No,” Mingyu chuckled and leaned against his desk, “They were here before too, just a lot less filled with books.”

“You don’t like to read?” I hummed as I walked around the room, my fingers running over the material of the black, leather sofa.

“Not my favorite activity.” Mingyu muttered and I hummed as I pulled the curtain just a bit to be able to peek outside.

“What’s your favorite activity…besides stalking me.” I added with a pointed look towards Mingyu and he laughed quietly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Other than ruining others lives, you mean?” He mused quietly to himself, watching me as I walked up to him, coming to a stop in front of him, “Spending my time with you.”

I fought the smile that tried to break onto my lips and crossed my arms in front of my chest, trying to look at him accusingly, “Before me? I wasn’t always in your life.”

“I didn’t do much before,” He said with a shrug and extended his arms, to rest them against my waist, “I invest too much of my time into my work and I don’t have time for other activities that I could enjoy—”

“Come on!” I groaned and undid my arms, resting them on his shoulders, “You were a kid too once! You definitely didn’t sit around your house every day, doing nothing.”

Mingyu’s eyes darkened at the mention of his childhood and I raised my eyebrows questioningly, stepping between his legs when he pulled me into him. He watched me with narrowed eyes before pressing his lips against mine. I rolled my eyes but kissed him back, excusing him for dodging the subject for once. He hated talking about his childhood and whenever I brough it up he did something to change the subject. I knew it wasn’t my place to constantly push him, but I just wanted to get to know him better. Knowing someone’s childhood gave you an insight onto that person, a chance to get to know them better, to paint a general image of them. Mingyu was an enigma and I always wanted to know more about him, feeling like there always would be layers that I wouldn’t get to, because there wasn’t enough time for us.

“I like taking pictures.” He muttered against my lips as he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes still closed. I hummed and pressed a soft kiss against his left cheek, then his right cheek. Mingyu sighed quietly and I smiled, pecking his nose.

“You’re tired,” I muttered and he opened his eyes, pupils dilated, “Let’s order that takeout and call it a day…we are both tired, actually.”

“Are you sleeping over then?” Mingyu asked hopefully, eyes fixated on my lips. I licked them and unconsciously leaned further into him, letting his warmth envelope me.

“No, I’ll call a cab.” I whispered and shut him up with a kiss, easily slipping my tongue inside his mouth as he opened his to argue. He tasted like smoke and something sweet, and I yelped when I was hoisted up in the air, legs wrapping around Mingyu’s hips in fear that he’d drop me. He kissed me hungrily as he turned around and my ass came in contact with the hard surface of the wooden desk, as Mingyu gently placed me on top of it. My fingers tangled in his curly hair and I pulled on the roots when Mingyu harshly sucked on my tongue, making me tighten my legs around his hips.

“I can never get enough of you.” Mingyu mumbled against my lips and I smirked, playfully biting his jaw, “You’re so sweet.”

We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment and then our lips were moving against each other feverishly again, my fingers tangled in his locks at his nape, as Mingyu tried to push me down on the desk. I placed one hand on the desk and leaned down on that elbow, Mingyu’s hand running down from my neck, breasts, to the hem of my shirt. He slipped his warm hand underneath and I moaned at the feeling, heartrate picking up once again. My cheeks were flushed and my lungs screaming for air, but I could never get enough of his lips. He ignited a fire inside me that I never wanted to stop feeling. As Mingyu’s hand started traveling up on my skin, I buckled my hips instinctively and he groaned when I accidentally grinded down on his growing member. My back curved the slightest when he let his hand rest on my breast, feeling the perky bud, and my free hand travelled to the belt of his pants, fumbling around to undo it.

“Mingyu—Oh!” The shrieking voice made Mingyu and I jump and we bumped our foreheads together. I hissed and Mingyu stared into my eyes for a second with want and regret, before pulling back from me and helping me sit straight up on the desk. I huffed and ran a hand through my hair, angry that yet again someone interrupted us, but anxious that someone caught us making out. However, when my eyes fell on a familiar blonde head, they narrowed into slits. What’s the blonde woman from the auction doing here? Do Mingyu and her know each other?

“Kim Mingyu!” She shrieked again, seemingly unphased by what she saw a minute ago, and completely ignored my existence. I glanced at Mingyu questioningly as his infamous smirk was back on his lips, he seemed to be ignoring me too. I cleared my throat and got off the desk, standing up straight. The woman walked inside with swaying hips, her short and revealing dress clung to her body perfectly.

“I wasn’t expecting you tonight, Sana.” Mingyu’s tone got velvety and almost flirty. I narrowed my eyes at him as the woman, Sana, giggled with a high pitch and stopped incredibly close in front of Mingyu. My jaw clenched when Mingyu didn’t step back, instead he pressed a kiss against the corner of her mouth. I gulped down the anger that was bubbling up and cleared my throat again, gaining their attention for once. All warmness, vulnerability, and affection were gone from Mingyu’s eyes as he watched me with a neutral expression, his smirk never faltering. The woman raised one eyebrow and extended her hand giggling.

“Minatozaki Sana,” She said with her high-pitched voice, I realized that’s what her voice was like, “And you are…”

“Oh Y/N.” I took her hand and gripped it firmly, shaking it with a warning squeeze, but I made sure to keep my voice leveled and warm. I didn’t know if my anger was showing, or the discomfort I was feeling, but Mingyu seemed to grow amused at the exchange between Sana and I.

“Oh!” Sana exclaimed once again and I let go of her hand, not missing the subtle glare, “I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?”

“Oh,” I faked my confusion, eyebrows softly furrowing, “We’ve met before? I don’t think so…I usually remember significant people.”

Sana gulped and a sweet smile ran over her lips as an airy chuckle left her mouth, eyes running over my body in a quick check out.

“Well…” She spoke up, placing a possessive hand on Mingyu’s shoulder, “My memory must be better than yours than…I’m here to talk business, Mingyu, who’s she again?”

I looked at Mingyu, biting the inside of my cheeks to stop myself from ripping her hand off my man. She clearly saw us making out, what was she putting on this act for? I watched Mingyu expectantly and impatiently, but he didn’t even look at me as he answered Sana.

“You’re here for business, right? Then who she is, is not important.” I took a deep breath, counting to five to stop myself from punching Mingyu and dragging this woman away from him by her fake blonde hair. Sana giggled and looked back me, her red lips pulling into another sweet smile, but her eyes narrowed malevolently. I glared at Mingyu, but when he avoided eye contact, I knew I wasn’t going to get anywhere.

“Well, I’ll leave you alone to talk business.” I snapped with a honey-like tone, threw Sana a warning glare, then strutted to the door and slammed it hard behind me once I was out the room. My jaw clenched as I took deep breaths, palms turning into fists as I stopped myself from waltzing back inside the office to drag the woman out and away from Mingyu. I cleared my throat and my eyes fell on Wonwoo’s closed door; would I be bothering him very much if I were to ask him to drive me home? I didn’t like bothering him, but I really needed to rant to someone right now, and he was the only one who, apparently, already knew about Mingyu and I. But feeling like I would be bothering him, I stormed downstairs and into the kitchen, opening Mingyu’s fridge aggressively. If I didn’t eat right now, I think I’ll pass out. I took out the leftover rice that sat at the back of the fridge and one big tomato. I sat at the marble counter and started eating, stuffing my mouth with nothing else but rice and tomato. My blood was boiling at the thought of that filthy woman staying alone with Mingyu in his office to talk business. If she acted like that when I was around, even though she doesn’t know I’m Mingyu’s girlfriend, then I don’t even want to imagine what she’s doing right now, when I’m not there. I sighed and paused eating, closing my eyes to clear my mind. I can’t be this jealous, I’m not a jealous person; I have to trust Mingyu. Would he really chase me for six months to leave me for the first woman that throws herself at him? I’m sure this happens very often, he’s a very handsome and powerful man, but it still leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth. What if him chasing me for six months was just his way of having a little fun? What if I am worth nothing in his eyes, like he said, I’m not important. But then all those tender moments we shared the past three weeks were fake? When he looks at me so vulnerably, that can’t be fake, right? I sighed and rose to my feet to start rummaging around the cupboards, see if I could find anything to cook dinner for Wonwoo, myself and…Mingyu. I’m sure Wonwoo hasn’t eaten anything as the fridge is pretty much empty and there’s no takeaway.

In the end, I found some noodles hidden deep inside a cupboard, and as they weren’t expired yet, I decided to cook them. They didn’t have anything much around, so I just boiled the water for it and cut the bags containing the flavor open. I heard feet thudding lightly against the marble floors as they descended the stairs and I tensed, ready to see Sana’s annoying face. But I was met instead with a smiling Wonwoo.

“Ah, what smells so tasty?” I chuckled and sighed out, raising a stray noodle into the air.

“I found some not expired instant noodles in your cupboard, so…I guess that’s what we are having for dinner.” I said with a shrug and Wonwoo walked inside the kitchen, sitting at the counter, opposite me.

“That sounds great.” He muttered and placed his book on the counter, intertwining his hands and resting his chin on top of them, “I’m really hungry.”

“Yeah, I’ve been starving the whole day. I only had breakfast.” I answered him, eyes falling on the half eaten rice I found in the fridge, “When Mingyu said you had some leftovers, I didn’t think he meant just rice.”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo laughed, his deep laughter bringing a smile onto my lips, “I cooked his favorite dish, we ate it all.”

“He has a favorite dish?” I muttered with a sigh, letting my shoulders slouch as the noodles were almost cooked.

“I heard Sana is here—”

“Who wouldn’t hear her shrieking voice?!” I said with a scoff and Wonwoo nodded. As I looked at him, I just noticed he was wearing round glasses.

“She can be annoying, yeah.” Wonwoo said quietly, fingers tracing the cover of his book, “You don’t have to worry—”

“I’m not!” I snapped a bit too quickly, clearing my throat when Wonwoo shot me an understanding look, “There’s no—nothing to worry about, right?”

“There really isn’t.” He answered back reassuringly and I hummed, turning off the gas underneath the boiling noodles.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses…” I trailed off with a smile and Wonwoo chuckled, pushing them up on his nose.

“I have bad eyesight, I’m too lazy to wear contacts at home.” He explained as he opened his book to the page where he left off at.

“I understand…” I muttered quietly as Wonwoo went back to reading. Finding a strainer after five minutes of searching for it, I poured the hot water with the noodles into it, filtering the two apart. I dumped the noodles back into the pot I boiled them in and sprinkled the bag containing the sauce and flavor over it, mixing them well together. Wonwoo continued to read as I moved around the kitchen quietly, preparing three plates and chopsticks for us to eat with. Just as Wonwoo closed his book and took his glasses off, voices from upstairs filled the silence as they grew closer and closer. Wonwoo and I shared a look and I leaned against the cold counter; arms crossed in front of my chest.

“Stop! That was so funny!” Sana shrieked as they came in view, eyes widening when she saw me still there.

“You cooked dinner?” Mingyu’s eyebrows rose as his neutral expression slipped a bit.

“She did, so hurry up with your business, Mingyu.” Wonwoo spoke instead of me, his deep voice demanding and accusing. Sana’s eyes traveled between the three of us and a sick smirk crossed her lips, she clapped her hands together and made a sound of disbelief.

“You finally hired a maid, Mingyu!” The oxygen left my lungs and I felt as my cheeks slowly grew warm, teeth clenching so hard together, I was afraid I’d break them. Mingyu’s jaw ticked as well, but he did a good job of smoothing out his expression, even having the audacity to laugh. Wonwoo was on his feet, arms crossed in front of his chest, as he glared at Sana unimpressed.

“She’s—”

“I’m unsure how you run things in Japan, Sana, but I’m sure your mother, or sister, or brother, or father aren’t your maids… I mean, you cook too, don’t you?” I asked, while pushing my hair behind my shoulders, chuckling fakely, as I watched Sana’s smirk slowly slip from her lips, “I wish I could invite you to have dinner with us, but, Mingyu, my boyfriend, forgot to tell me he was having you over for business…”

Upon hearing me call Mingyu my boyfriend, Sana’s amused expression disappeared altogether and I could see Wonwoo smirk from my peripheral vision. Even Mingyu’s lips pulled up in a big, prideful, smirk and he placed a hand on Sana’s shoulder, rather harshly.

“You heard my girlfriend, I’ll see you soon for more business, Sana,” He turned the blonde woman around and walked her towards the front entrance, “Lovely seeing you tonight.”

“Ah,” We could hear Sana giggled, “Sweet dreams, Mingyu.”

I took a seat at the counter and pushed the pot of noodle in the middle; Wonwoo sat down too, but he didn’t stop smirking. I threw him a small glare as I put noodles in my plate and he too put some in his, as Mingyu’s loud footsteps approached us. I looked up at him when he stopped next to me with a glare and his smirk extended into a wide grin, his canines showing.

“I’m your boyfriend, huh?” His tone wasn’t mocking, it was pleased, and I glared at him.

“Sit down and eat while there’s still food.” I snapped and looked away from him, eyes falling on an amused Wonwoo.

“You’re not my boyfriend.” I snapped and made sure he heard me, especially after this whole thing with Sana.

“Really? Because you clearly—”

“Wonwoo,” I cut Mingyu’s words off, ignoring him when he scooted his chair closer to mine, “Would you mind driving me home?”

“Of course, not—”

“I’ll drive you home.” Mingyu said with a scoff, but I just ignored him. I don’t want to see him tonight anymore, or I might punch him in the face.

“Thank you, Wonwoo, I appreciate it a lot.” I offered the man a smile and he returned it, sneaking a glance towards Mingyu. I could feel Mingyu glaring at me as he dumped the remaining noodle on his plate, but I didn’t look at him.

“And Wonwoo—” Wonwoo looked at me with his eyebrows raised, chewing his food, “Please, don’t tell anyone about Mingyu and I.”

“I won’t, don’t worry.” He muttered reassuringly and I sighed quietly, slowly eating my food. Even my appetite was gone now. I felt Mingyu shift beside me and then he was pressing his lips against my cheek in a hasty kiss. I ignored it, but my heart skipped a beat. I needed a day, at least, to cool off and forget about Sana, and how Mingyu acted around her towards me.

“Thank you for cooking dinner.” Mingyu whispered into my ear and I hummed, staring down into my plate as I continued eating the food I cooked. Yeah, I definitely need to sleep as soon as I get home.

Part 4

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Wonders of Ohio P.9

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pairing: draco x reader

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summary: american high school senior y/n y/l/n is in for the ride of her life when their exchange student is...a bit strange (but very hot). NOT a nonmagic AU, though you already knew that if you’ve read part 8 ;)

warnings: swearing, mentions of a break in, concerns about a home intruder, objectively the most fluffy scene we’ve gotten so far in this series (hehe), draco being fucking obnoxious and moody (did i mention swearing?)

a/n: ayoooooo so here’s part 9, as promised. i’ve started getting back into the hp universe more and more, so i should probably be picking up my writing soon. i’ve been feeling more myself again!! which is super awesome. i don’t think many people read this series anymore (or my author notes in general but i don’t blame yall) but i’m having a lot of fun writing it, so i’m going to keep going :)

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Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if Draco deliberately waited until the last minute to tell her family that he was leaving so he could evade her questioning. She tried to talk to him later that evening by knocking on his door, but she was met with complete silence.

Draco was ignoring her, and she didn’t get why. She’d promised to not tell anyone--even begged for him to trust her and essentially swore on her life--but he still wasn’t acting normal. Perhaps he didn’t want her to badger him with questions about the magical world.

Or maybe this was an excuse to get away from her.

Y/N swallowed the second possibility and locked it away somewhere out of sight. He’d left without a single word more to her (not even a congratulations for getting into a top 20 school, that loser) and never even bothered telling her when he’d return. And maybe that was the nicest part of it--she could pretend like he was never coming back.

As attractive as that option was, she had to admit that there was a Draco-shaped hole in her passenger car seat every time she drove to school. And in the kitchen when she was studying. And everywhere else he’d once touched.

“Why do you think he went back?”

Y/N took a break from reviewing her Art History final exam notes to look up at Lizzy. “Maybe something happened with his dad or he wanted to spend his holidays with his family? It’s probably not that serious.”

“Speaking of his dad, I tried to look up his name and see if anything came up,” Lizzy began. Y/N felt her heart jump into her throat. “Don’t you think it’s kinda sus? I haven’t found anything for him. It’s like he’s been completely wiped off the face of the earth. Do you know anything about it?”

“Honestly, I don’t think it’s any of my business.” Draco’s franticness when she found out lingered in the back of her mind as she chose her words carefully. “I’m sure if he’s a genuine political target, they’ve just scrubbed the web clean of him, being a minor and all.”

“But don’t you think it’s funny that he’s apparently so important but there’s no evidence of him or his father ever existing?”

“Lizzy.” Her voice was firm. “It’s entirely possible that his real name is different. And either way, it’s not our story to uncover. He’s entitled to his own privacy, and if he doesn’t reveal his true identity then we need to respect that.”

“Oooookaaayyyyy, Mother,” said Lizzy. “You’re so fun. You know that, right?”

“It’s my job.”

After the close brush with Lizzy, Y/N avoided the topic of Draco with her friends like wildfire. At the back of her mind, she registered that that was probably more suspicious, but when Sylvia asked her about him during lunch, she finally spun up a story.

“I told him I liked him,” she told everyone, the words stinging her throat. “He doesn’t feel the same way. I just would feel better if we dropped it.”

Her friends reacted immediately with sympathy, telling her that it wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t see her for what she was worth. Somehow, this made her feel worse. She didn’t even need to tell him her feelings to know his thoughts--he didn’t see her as anything but a “muggle”, or whatever he called them. She never stood a chance.

Y/N spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering how things would’ve been different if she was a witch. She didn’t know anything about his world (apart from the fact that they really had a stick up their asses about people knowing of them) but she somehow craved a place in it. Would Draco feel differently towards her if she was magic?

It was probably better if she didn’t pay too much mind to it, but she couldn’t let the thought go. Every time she shut her eyes at night, the memory of waking up next to Draco replayed in her head, over and over. She would’ve sold her soul to have gone back to that. Would things have been different if she had just...not found the letters? She was driving herself crazy digging through all her interactions with him. There’s no way she was imagining things, and judging by the surprised reactions of her friends when she told them he didn’t reciprocate feelings, she wasn’t the only one who thought something was there. If he was really so disgusted by her and her people, he wouldn’t have let her sleep in his room, in his bed no less.

As December wore on, her mind began to be occupied by another feverish stream of thoughts. If she didn’t already feel like she was going crazy over the Draco problem, she was going completely insane over the fact that she was misplacing things like crazy and forgetting the most basic of things. It seemed like it was almost every day that she was forgetting where she put her keys (even though she could’ve sworn she’d hung them up by the door) or getting home to find the door already unlocked even though she was sure that she’d locked it behind her. It would’ve creeped her out, but she was really off kilter. It just wasn’t right having Draco away, and the sense of dread she got every time she went by her room just threw her off balance. What if she still had lingering sickness from whatever magical infliction she suffered?

He really should’ve stuck around to watch after me. Just in case.

Another thing was bothering her--a name she saw pop up in the pouch from when she went through his letters. It was a small portion of his collection, and she didn’t even think to examine it until after he took them back from her, but she noticed that the name “Pansy Parkinson” came up more than once as a return address.

Her mind immediately jumped to the worst--Draco was madly in love with another girl, a magical girl, and traveled back home with the express purpose of declaring his neverending devotion for her and complaining about that rat Ohioan muggle that he had to spend his days with.

Y/N knew it wasn’t healthy, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t quite shake it. The fact that he’d no doubt grown up around girls that would be suitable for him to date was making her physically ill with jealousy, which was probably the most embarrassing part of her feelings for him. Nevermind how much time she spent fantasizing about how soft his hair felt or how his stupidly pretty fingers would feel grazing her skin--she couldn’t even cope with the idea of him existing with other women that were honestly a better choice to him.

That Christmas was surprisingly bleak. Being an only child always made for a quiet house during the holidays, but the expectation she held of having Draco there set her up for disappointment. Her house felt empty.

“Do you think he’s coming back?” Y/N asked her mother as they did the morning dishes together.

“Well, I assume so. Why wouldn’t he? He was scheduled to spend the entire year with us. I think that if he’s changed his mind we would at least know by now.”

“What if he’s still deciding?”

“Why, miss him already?” Mrs. Y/L/N’s tone was teasing, but she felt her cheeks grow hot.

“Quite the contrary. I’m just wondering if I’m about to become the pampered only child again or if I’m going to need to go back into the unglamorous life of sharing the spotlight.”

“Y/N,” her mother tutted. She’d stopped doing the dishes.

Y/N made a point to evade her knowing look. “Mom.”

Her mother took a breath before answering. “Nothing. As a matter of fact, I did get a letter from him a few days ago. He’s scheduled to return the second week of January, right before school goes back.”

“Oh,” said Y/N. No matter how hard she tried, there’s no way her relief wasn’t visible.

“How’s that for your Christmas gift, hm?”

“Mom!”

“Hey! Hey, it was a joke,” Mrs. Y/L/N said, throwing her hands up in a “no can do” sort of gesture. “I know that you’re good friends with him is all. Unless…”

“Mom!” Her cheeks were all shades of red.

“All I’m saying is that he seems to enjoy your company.”

“Stockholm syndrome, I’m telling you.” Her explanation of what that meant was on the tip of her tongue before she stopped herself. There was no reason to--the only person who would need that explained to them was no longer on the same continent as her.

“Whatever you’d like to think.”

The snowstorm hit them without warning, two days after Christmas. Her parents had left for the night to attend a charity auction, but unfortunately for Y/N, by the time that they realized that their daughter would be snowed in, the roads were too dangerous to drive on. Y/N begrudgingly agreed to do all of the things they told her to--get the generator ready, make sure the fireplace was prepared, and locate all the candles in the house.

On any normal day, she wouldn’t have been concerned in the slightest, but she’d felt uneasy in her house ever since the night of the break-in, and now that this was the first night she’d have to spend alone, her heart was pounding at the thought of having to sleep in an empty house. Especially if the power was out. Especially when whoever broke in was still on the loose.

She locked up at dusk, making sure that every entry to her home was completely sealed shut. The generator was in the basement, all set up in the case that the lights went out. She’d located all the bottled water in her house in case the pipes froze, and she finally retired to her room to relax.

The sense of dread that hovered around Draco’s room was gone, thankfully. The overall feeling of creepiness was just beginning to lose its jarring sting, but she’d never quite been able to shake how many things she misplaced in the beginning of the month.

She busied herself with mundane activities--she cleaned out her closet, organized her drawers, read, changed her sheets, and finished the last of her homework--but nothing could distract her from the gnawing inside of her. The hairs on the back of her neck constantly stood up, even when she was tucked away in the corner of her room, nestled into her blankets. The tingling was akin to what she felt when she walked into that antique shop on homecoming night--the same night when Draco helped her off her feet and narrowly kept her from throwing up all over Heather.

Looking back on it, she realized that when he grabbed her wrist, he must’ve done something to quell her nausea, something magical. There was no way her carsickness could’ve been able to disappear so quickly.

Her soliloquy was interrupted by what sounded like footsteps outside. Before she could assess the situation and decide what she was going to do, a boom sounded off in the distance and she was all of a sudden bathed in darkness.

Y/N froze.

Someone was most definitely outside her house, but thankfully she’d locked all the doors. And, thankfully, the boom told her that her fuse box hadn’t been messed with. A tree had probably just fallen on a transformer.

But those small comforts still didn’t change the fact that she was no longer alone--and not only that, but no longer alone without power.

Her thoughts were interrupted once again by banging on her front door. Y/N jumped, just barely managing to clap her hand over her mouth to muffle her shriek. She’d seen enough horror movies to know that alerting someone that you were home wasn’t the smartest move. She’d have to be strategic.

Heart pounding out of her chest, she crept out of her room and down the stairs. The power outage was quite lucky, she realized, as whoever was outside couldn’t see in. The moon only cast a slight light as it reflected off of the snow, so she was going to be able to see the person outside before they would see her.

She squinted from her perch by the base of the staircase. She could make out a silhouette, a tall and lanky one. The weak moonlight reflected off a very light head of hair, and Y/N was struck with a feeling of familiarity.

No way...

Y/N stood frozen for a few seconds as she heard the person knock on the door again. A muffled version of a familiar British voice said, “Is anyone there?”

Throwing all caution to the wind and praying to any higher power that was listening to her that her suspicion was correct, she pushed down on the doorknob and swung it open.

Her heart stopped.

“Draco? What are you--”

Before she could get another word out of her mouth, she was pulled into the tightest (and snowiest) hug of her life. One of his arms wrapped solidly around her waist, the other reaching further up to her shoulders to hold her closer. He was tall enough in comparison that he could rest his chin on the top of her head while she cautiously clasped her hands around him, breathing in the same soft pine scent that she knew so well.

When he finally let go of her, she noticed that his face was decidedly less pale than what it had been when she first opened the door. At a loss for words, Y/N just made her way behind him and shut the door to keep the storm from blowing any more snowflakes in. She noted that Draco was shaking.

“You’re okay,” he said, his voice low and quiet.

She grinned. “Yeah. Believe it or not, I’m not that scared of the dark.”

He didn’t look nearly as amused, wringing his hands out in front of him instead of meeting her eyes.

“You’re going to freeze to death if you’re gonna just stand there in soaking clothes,” she chided. “And what are you doing back half a month early? I know you must’ve missed me, but I didn’t expect you to miss me THAT much.”

He rolled his eyes, bringing Y/N the comfort that the sarcastic asshole was still in there. “We need to talk.”

“No, what you need to do is get changed into dry clothes,” she said. “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but until we get our generator working, there’s no heat...and I’m not sure if the Ministry is going to like it if I let you die on my watch.”

Even though he didn’t normally laugh at her jokes, he seemed especially solemn when she said this. It became very clear to her then that he regretted his brief display of affection.

“What are you doing, just standing here? Shoo! I don’t want to see you dripping snow all over the rug.” She waved him off until he made his way up the stairs, still eerily silent.

Once she was sure he was actually getting dressed, she made her way to the kitchen where she started heating up the water. She’d never been more thankful for the fact that they had a gas stove instead of an electric one.

The tea was almost finished brewing by the time that Draco was back downstairs, perched awkwardly on the couch. She’d never seen his sweater before--it was in a rich forest green with a silver crest of a snake.

“Are you going to tell me whatever is going on? I’ve never seen you like this before,” asked Y/N as she handed him the mug that she knew to be his favorite.

He took a sip and waited a bit before responding. “I found out some things while I was away.”

“Is that it? Must’ve been something pretty interesting for you to come in here and act like I’m your long lost love or whatever.” She took careful note of how his cheeks were especially pink, but it must’ve been because of the cold.

“I shouldn’t tell you everything, but I think you should probably know the gist of things,” he began. “First of all, I figured out why I couldn’t use the Obliviation cube on you. Also, you have to consent to an Unbreakable Vow.”

“A...what? Care to elaborate? Like, at least a little? Why didn’t it work on me?”

He sighed, a sharp breath of air that left his lungs in a huff. “Because you stumbled upon a very important box that can bestow the gift of magic onto anyone. And since you did something in your dream to try and open it, it permanently took root in you. I tried to reverse it, but there’s always going to be an imprint of magic on you.”

“Sick. So I’m a witch now? Like you?”

“No.” His tone was sour. “No, you’re not. For that to work, there needs to be a ritual actually completed by someone magical. That’s why you got so sick--because you would’ve needed me to help you through your dream sequence and open up the box. So, now that you’ve essentially pushed yourself into the magical world uninvited, I can’t use anything on you that’s catered towards Muggles.”

“Rats,” said Y/N. “That’s no fun. What about the whole part about my safety? And what’s that vow thing?”

“Apparently someone really, really wants that box,” Draco told her. “It doesn’t just give muggles the gift of magic--it can also give current wizards powers that are otherwise completely unavailable to the rest of the population. In the wrong hands, they could wreak havoc on the world. And I’m almost positive they think you have it.”

“Oh…” Everything started falling into place. “So, the break in? That probably was them right? And, uh, let’s say if you feel like maybe someone has been in your house while you’ve been gone? Like, that’s something I should be worried about, right?”

“Is that happening to you?” His face looked significantly more pale.

Y/N was tempted to tell him no--just to ease his nerves--but something in his look told her that she needed to be truthful. “Um, kind of. You know how I can be forgetful, though. It’s just little things, like sometimes I come home to find that the front door is unlocked when I’m sure I locked it, or I can’t find little things like my car keys and my phone, but it’s all easily explained.”

“I never should’ve left,” he said, tucked his knees up to his chest. “I should’ve known that that was Merlin’s Box.” He swallowed, meeting her eyes with a gaze that looked so forlorn that her heart ached. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, all we have to do is tell them I don’t have the box, right? And then they’ll leave me alone.”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I assume so, but if they didn’t find the box when they originally ransacked your room and they’re still hanging around, I don’t know what to do. That’s why I can’t obliviate you, the proper way that we use on wizards, because I can’t always be there to save you. Once I’m gone, you’re going to have to manage on your own.”

“Please, Draco,” said Y/N. “People will always talk a big game, but once I pull out my pepper spray it’s over. I can take care of myself! I didn’t need protection while you’re away.”

He smiled then, a small one that seemed more sad than anything. “You sound like me. When I was younger.”

“You probably don’t even know what pepper spray is. What’s that vow thing?”

“You have to promise that you won’t say anything that would reveal what you know about me and my world,” said Draco. “I need to find a wizard to say the incantations, but it shouldn’t be too hard. I ended up telling the Ministry what happened--I’m not going to get sent away as they have a clear record of me at least attempting to wipe your memory and they agree that you need to be able to protect yourself. Unbreakable Vows are just really intense promises. If you break it, you die.”

“Is that your way of saying you don’t really trust my word?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s required by the Ministry. If you don’t comply, then you’re going to be completely obliviated and then you can have as much fun as you’d like trying to run from whoever that criminal is without even knowing why they’re after you. Oh, and without me.”

“Then why are you even offering the vow? Don’t you want to go home?”

Draco took a long drink from his mug. “I still have a sentence to carry out. If I go back home, I’ll get sent to the same prison that my father is being held at right now.”

“A...sentence?” Y/N stared at him. “I know you mentioned a punishment, but a sentence?”

He remained silent and refused to meet her eyes.

“Draco, what exactly did you have to do?”

“It’s none of your business,” he snapped. The sudden switch of tone made Y/N start, but he was unwavering in his scowl. “I’d prefer to not think about it.”

“But...Draco…” Y/N cast her gaze to the ground so she didn’t have to see the no doubt furious look in his eyes when she continued to push. “How bad? Do you think that maybe whoever is after me might know that I don’t have the box anymore? And that they might be trying to seek revenge against you for whatever it was that you did instead?”

He didn’t respond.

“Think about it. That would explain why I was untouched this whole time that you were away when they were still keeping tabs on me.”

With a pronounced bonk, he set his mug down on the coffee table. “I’m going to bed.”

She managed to get one more look at his face before he spun around to head up the stairs and was shocked to see what was etched into his face--anger, yes, frustration...and also shame. Unmistakable shame.

final a/n: weeoooooooo i’m like 3 minutes early...this is a monumental moment for my blog. let me know what you guys think (if there’s still people sticking with this series fjkds;al). i am going to go back into my hole and work on some math hw (wonders of ohio y/n vibes...i have low key become her trying to roleplay as a stem girl). the plot is going to thicken and hopefully there will be more fluff soon. i honestly didn’t want to add the hug bc i do want this to be slow burn but it has come to my attention that this is now about 30k words long and i haven’t given y’all so much as an inkling that draco has feelings/anything will happen between them so i gotta give you something to hold you over fjdska;

#draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy #draco #dracotok #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n

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deaththesyd · 3 years

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Safe Return

Y'all, I am back with another late submission for @kisameweek-2021

I went hiking and camping earlier this week, and then work got in the way, and to top it off my brain decided that it was gonna be difficult and refused to write what I had first imagined, so now we have this. Hopefully, it still fits the prompt loosely enough! Also! Warning: It gets a little suggestive, nothing explicit tho!

Day5 Coming Home

Summary:

In comparison to the energetic townspeople bustling around them, Kisame and Itachi felt dead on their feet. They had traveled far, tracking down intel and following dead lead after dead lead for months in between missions, and this last tip was as worthless as the others. The hidden villages kept their secrets locked up tight, and tracking down Jinchuriki was proving to be a challenging task. Both physically exhausted and frustrated with their lack of luck, they forced themselves towards the inn that they would be staying in for the night. On top of all the false leads, bandits, and enemy ninja, Kisame had another persistent worry.

Ignoring the desk clerks' greeting, leaving Itachi to deal with them, he lumbered up the stairs, feeling his cloak pockets for the room key. Locating the correct room took only a second, but his large fingers fumbled with the tiny key as he pressed it into the keyhole, making him mutter under his breath. Whether she was alerted by the noise of the key missing its mark one too many times, or if it was his voice, he didn’t know, but the door unlocked and swung open, ending his agitated struggle and allowing him to finally know that she was safe. His strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her up easily into a tight hug right there in the hallway. Her protests were immediate.

“Dude, gross! Shower first!” She groaned, pushing away from him. Of course, he ignored her and craned his neck down to nuzzle his face against hers, making her complain even louder as she could feel his rough stubble grating against her skin. He only released her once Itachi joined them and shamed them for their disruptive behaviour with his perfected judgemental stare. Once they had shut the door behind them, he was tugging her close again, laughing as she put on an act of pinching her nose as she struggled against his affection. Itachi sighed as he forced his way past them, making his way to the bed that was still neatly made from when he and Kisame had left over a week ago.

Watching his young partner quietly place his equipment down next to his bed, Kisame knew to give him some quiet. It was difficult for Itachi to sleep even in the perfect conditions, having the two loudly playing wasn’t going to make it any easier for him to catch up on some greatly needed sleep.

“Why don’t you join me in the shower if I stink so much?” He teased lowly in her ear, causing her to stiffen as the tickle of his breath sent shivers up her spine, and she appeared to consider his offer for a moment, no doubt taking Itachi’s tired presence into account. It didn’t take her long to answer, refusing to give up her disgusted act.

“Only if it’ll get your sweaty ass clean faster,” She muttered, but even her insulting words held no real bite as she pulled him towards the small bathroom. Sparing Itachi a last glance, he could see him settling into his bed, trying to ignore the loud flirting, yet to only a man as close to Itachi as Kisame could tell, the usual poker face was the slightest quirk to his lips. The one and only sign the Uchiha ever let slip that he truly wasn’t bothered by their shenanigans. Of course, he could never let his snooty, superior attitude slip entirely. He had a reputation to uphold.

The door shut behind them, giving them some privacy, and a buffer for the noise they made. Unzipping his cloak and shrugging hit off, he looked down at her, questionable when she made no move to undress with him. “Need some help there, Guppy?” He said, reaching to do just that, but she dodged him and pressed back against the vanity in the cramped space. Giggling at the confused expression her avoidance caused.

“As much as I’ve missed you,” she spoke sweetly, “I know that if I let you have your way, poor Itachi won’t be getting any rest.” She was right, the two of them, no matter the scenario, always managed to be loud and disruptive, and if they allowed themselves to indulge as they usually would, the thin walls and flimsy door would act as a poor barrier for the third occupant of their shared room. Kisame still moved closer, caging her against the counter ledge, leaning down for just a taste of what he had missed on his investigation. Again she pushed away, leaning further from him while she used one hand to press firmly against his chest. The cringe on her face and scrunched nose made him chuckle lightly as he backed away, returning to shedding his clothes. He really must stink.

Even with her disgust with his less than clean state, her eyes roamed his exposed flesh, admiring the toned muscles that made up the entirety of his form. His looks had always bothered him, but even he knew his life of brutal fighting had sculpted him into something muscle-heads across dimensions would be jealous of. Shark-like features be damned, he had a body that made the woman he wanted oggle him like a piece of meat, and it was hard to care about the face he saw in the mirror when in her eyes he saw reflected back at him only admiration and lust.

Stepping into the tiny shower, he pulled the curtain closed and turned on the water, gritting his teeth through the ice-cold temperature before it ran warm. He was taller than the showerhead, and the cheap place had supplied one that was non-adjustable much to his frustration. Looking over the rod holding the plastic curtain, he could see the woman barely holding in her laughter at his predicament. He took it back, he hated being himself. Grumbling to himself he began washing himself as best as he could, cursing his height and the rest of the world for catering to those of average size. “Glad I didn’t join you after all?” She said as she sat herself on the floor facing the shower.

Admittedly, yes, he thought. Pushing down his built-up need from the length of the fruitless mission, he was very glad that she hadn’t. The occupancy limit was pushed with even just him, never mind the two of them. Of course, she had probably known that, having spent the time the two ninjas were away sheltered in the cheap unit. Still, he argued, lacking any real persuasion, “We could make it work, I am pretty used to being in tight places,” he said with a wink. Caught by surprise, she rushed to cover her mouth after she gasped loudly, looking over her shoulder at the door guiltily.

Ducking under the showerhead to rinse the crappy, complimentary shampoo from his hair, he nearly missed the stern glare she shot him. Water fell into his mouth as he laughed and he sputtered and coughed under the stream, somehow managing to get the suds in his eyes, making his pain worse. He swore he heard a mumbled “Karma” come from behind the curtain, but when his head cleared the shower rod, his bleary eyes couldn’t quite make out the look on her face. Damn this cheap inn and their painful shampoos.

A final rinse later and he emerged from the tiny torture chamber, rolling his eyes playfully when he noticed her watching him practically entranced, following the residual droplets that ran down his body. Snapping back into focus when he secured a towel around his waist, she flushed in embarrassment. Something he hadn’t seen her do in a long time. Chuckling quietly, he bent down to pick up his cloak, locating the scroll he used to pack away his things, and expertly summoned his travel bag. From where she still sat on the hard tile, she watched as he pulled out his razor, and had to shuffle out of his way for him to get to work. Unusually quiet, she observed as he made short work of the unruly stubble that had managed to grow in between his last shave. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, used to her constant chatter, and then going so long without it, he felt unsettled when she stayed silent. Silence with her meant she was scheming.

“I kinda wonder what you would look like with a proper beard,” she answered musingly.

Looking down at her, he raised a brow, “Thought you hated the feeling of a beard,” he tested. Kisame had never really tried growing out his facial hair, always deciding that keeping a clean face was easier. Secretly he had hoped being well-groomed would keep others' opinions of him higher as well. Sometime around their first few makeout sessions, she had told him how much she appreciated the lack of stubble he allowed. That had settled his decision firmly then, so why was she thinking of that now?

She hummed quietly in thought, “I do, but the look of a beard isn’t always bad.” Her expression wasn’t the normal barely restrained smirk she normally wore when she was teasing him, instead, she appeared thoughtful.

“If you wanted me to grow a beard you could have mentioned it before I shaved,” he pointed out, rinsing the blade and packing it away with the rest of his things.

She giggled and leaned against his bare leg, playfully nuzzling him, “Awe, you were willing to grow a beard for me?”

How that made him flustered, he had no idea, but he felt his face flush as he carefully shook her off. In an attempt to hide his blush, he dug around in his bag for clean clothes. “I’ve never really tried before, sharks have rough enough skin as is,” he joked.

She snorted at that, he wasn’t looking at her but the smirk on her face was audible in her tone. “With you, rough isn’t something I mind,” she replied, no doubt watching him as he dropped his towel and started to dress. Easily distracted by his nakedness, she changed topics. “Such a shame you need to wear clothes,” she pouted as he slipped on a pair of pants. The way she so casually said such things never failed to catch him off guard. Turning to face her he was met with hungry eyes that took in every flexing muscle still visible before they settled on the darkened expression he wore.

“Someone really needs to give that dirty mind of yours a good cleansing,” he warned, feeling the effects of her forwardness already. Something he should have known was that anything other than obvious refusal or a joke meant to brush her off would only encourage her more.

“You can go ahead and try,” she challenged, gazing up at him through her lashes. Her attempt to lure him in was almost working, yet the fact that Itachi was most likely privy to their noise kept him from giving in.

Shaking his head, he reached for his shirt, “Weren’t we just talking about me growing a beard?” He recalled, feeling a bit bad at the quick look of dejection he caused before she latched onto the topic again.

“A bearded shark would be an interesting sight,” she said, building up her case.

An easy grin spread across his face as the light-hearted conversation started once again.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Itachi turned to lie on his side, thankful that he wouldn’t have to listen to them become intimate. As much as he appreciated their attempt at giving him some quiet, he was sure that even if they had been situated on separate ends of the building they would have made enough noise to keep him awake. Whether that be with their constant laughing banter or ‘other noises’ it didn’t seem to matter. Listening to Kisame’s low chuckles and her excited list of reasons for his partner to grow a beard was comforting though. Even if his tired eyes weren't enough to chain him to sleep. A week of throwing their investigation off course was a tiring task when Kisame was so efficient at his job, but even when his head pounded from a sleep-deprived headache, he could handle it knowing that he had again succeeded in delaying his bosses plans.

Listening to his friend's muffled chatter he decided the danger of overhearing something he’d regret was over and allowed himself to settle once again. For now, he was content to rest his eyes. It may not be everything he wanted, there was much more he would have to do before his end, but for now, he felt as though he was safely at home.

#kisame #kisame x reader #kisame week 2021 #itachi #Hints of spice #literally no idea where these ideas came from #Akatsuki Invaders #Kisame x OC

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blvejeanbaby · 4 years

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Time | Hwang Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x Itzy!reader (not really explicitly mentioned) Word Count: 2324 Prompt: Hyunjin is super excited to jump right into a relationship while reader just wants to take it slow & get to know him first // based on Sometimes by Britney Spears

“Okay, gotta go.” You grabbed your jacket off the back of the couch and hung it around your shoulders, knowing it would be too hot in the stifling summer heat but you would need it at night. “I don’t know what time I’ll be back,” you told your roommate, Yeji. “Oh, where are you going?” Chaeryeong asked, sitting next to Yeji. Her eyes were starry as always. If there was an image attached to ‘uwu’ it would be Chaeryeong’s face. “She’s meeting her new boyfriend,” Yeji said in a teasing voice, before you could answer. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you said, shaking your head. “Not yet.” “She wants him to be,” Yeji said. This was a conversation you had had many times with her already, so instead of going in against her, you only sighed and said: “I’m going now. Bye.” You waved at Chaeryeong, gave Yeji a death glare as she laughed and left the apartment.

You were set to meet Hyunjin at your shared favourite coffee shop but you walked into him at the corner of the street and he offered to grab ice cream instead, considering the heat. “Sure,” you said. As you walked, he chatted about some project he was finishing up on and you nodded along, taking more time to stare at him. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that Hyunjin, who was possibly the prettiest, most handsome boy in the entirety of Seoul - yes, you were big on hyperboles - would spend his time with you. Although you didn’t think you were ugly, there were far prettier girls out there who seemed to be more like Hyunjin’s type personality-wise. In all honesty, you weren’t sure he had a type, exactly. Yeji, who knew him a lot longer and better than you did, had said he didn’t have a physical type and that his type personality-wise was someone thoughtful who could listen well and was just in general fun to be around. Hyunjin had never had a girlfriend before, nothing serious at least, so you couldn’t say if what Yeji told you was true. You had carefully let yourself wonder about if you met the requirements to be his type. You gave some good advice sometimes and tried to listen to your friends’ worries well. You guessed that could be described as thoughtful too. You hoped you were fun to be around. It is what you liked about being around Hyunjin; he made every situation a little bit brighter. There was something else about him too, something that made you wonder if this was really what you wanted. You could overlook the whole handsome heartthrob aesthetic he had going on, considering you now thought you could judge his personality quite well and he seemed to be the kind of guy you’d easily fall for - in fact, you were still trying to convince yourself you weren’t actually in love with the boy already. But it was just his... eagerness? “You spilled.” Hyunjin pointed at something on your face. “Spilled?” The word didn’t quite connect, your mind still on your doubts about this thing you had with him. “I’ll get it for you.” He grabbed a napkin off the table and leaned over it, using the tip of the napkin to clean a spot right above your lip where you had spilled ice cream. He stayed leaned over the table a lot longer than necessary, eyes locked on yours. You could feel his breath on your face and suddenly you felt nervous, like you were about to jump out of your own skin. “Thank you,” you said softly as he finally leaned back, allowing you to breathe again.

It was later that day when you walked along the river, your jacket slung around your shoulders, his hand swinging in between you two, brushing yours every once in a while as if wanting to grab your hand. But you kept pulling away. As you walked, he told you stories about his childhood, about his friends - “It’s so fun to annoy Minho hyung! He really hates it when I ruffle his hair so it’s so easy to get him going. And then Jisung has to step in and prevent him from killing me, it’s so funny-” - and about his plans for his upcoming break. “Do you have anything planned for that time period?” “I think I might visit family for a bit,” you said, thinking of Yeji. She would be returning to her hometown, where Hyunjin was also from. You thought perhaps you could ask her if you were welcome to stay with her parents for a few days, so you could see Hyunjin. But that was crazy. “But you’re not going overseas?” “I don’t think so,” Hyunjin said. “Shall we sit down for a bit?” He gestured at the riverside. The bank was a high way up from the water, allowing you both to swing your legs over the side and sit at the water’s edge, staring out over the setting sun. It was truly a beautiful sight, but you were too preoccupied with staring at your feet. The toes of Hyunjin’s boots were touching yours and you could feel him creeping ever so close to you. Nervous sparks shot from your toes up to your lips and with a shiver you scooted away a little. Was that hurt you saw in Hyunjin’s eyes? “Y/N, I have to tell you something,” he said. He took a deep breath and you were sure he was going to tell you he didn’t want to hang out with you anymore, that he didn’t think this was going to work out. “I’m in love with you.” You gasped. There really was no better or more appropriate reaction to a sudden confession of love like that. And honestly, you hadn’t thought you would experience it like this. It was movie-like...? Even in your fantasies you had always imagined the magical moment would come in a somewhat unmagical situation, like while you’re doing the washing up or cleaning up some drunk frat boy’s puke after a party. It wasn’t meant to happen like this. Maybe Hyunjin didn’t get the message, because he was leaning closer and closer to you, until there was only a slight gap between your lips. If this had been a cheesy drama you would have pushed him so far away from you, that he would fall into the water. But because this was real life, or something that looked suspiciously like it, you jumped up and said: “I forgot something. I’ll call you. Bye,” and ran away.

“Y/N, come on!” It was Yeji, standing at the door, knocking on it as if she was only minutes away from breaking it down. You had taken the liberty to lock the bathroom door for the first ever time since living with her and she was not having it. “I swear to God I’m going to use whatever spy knowledge I have to break this door open. If you ever want some privacy in that shower again, I suggest you open the door now.” Knowing her, she would actually do it. With a sigh you unlocked the door, going quickly back to sitting in the dry shower. “I don’t want to talk,” you said, pulling your knees up and wrapping your arms around them. “I already know about what happened, so you’d better just listen,” Yeji said. “How do you know what happened?” You looked up, frowning. “Trainee buddies keep in touch.” She waved her phone in front of you, just as it lit up with a text message from Hyunjin. With a groan you put your head back on your knees, closing your eyes. “Allow me to tell you something, baby girl. A little story of Hwang Hyunjin.” Yeji sat down opposite you in the shower, even though it was really not large enough to accommodate two full-grown adults. “Hyunjin doesn’t have a filter. He blurts out everything that comes to mind, he never thinks twice about the way his words impact other people unless it might be hurtful. He never thought that saying he loves you would hurt you.” She shrugged - you could hear her knocking over a shampoo bottle in the process. “Oops. Anyway, believe me when I say that Hyunjin never meant to scare you away. He’s really upset with himself and he wonders what he did wrong. He wants to learn from whatever mistake he made. And because you won’t return his calls - God knows where your phone is - he told me to tell you he wants to meet up again. On your terms.” “O-on my terms?” You looked up slightly and when you saw Yeji’s compassionate expression and encouraging nod, you sighed and rested your chin on top of your knees. “Fine. Text him back and ask him to come by.” “I’ll make myself scarce,” Yeji said, giving you a pat on the head as if you were a cat and then proceeding to wiggle herself out of the shower, already texting Hyunjin.

It was only an hour later that Hyunjin stood on the threshold. You opened the door to a tall boy who was supposed to be an adult human but looked like a kicked little puppy. He wasn’t carrying flowers or chocolates, but you were just as happy to see a tub of ice cream in his hands, of the same flavour that you had in the salon earlier that day. “I know it’s bad for the diet to eat ice cream twice in a day but I figured...” You would never find out what he had figured because you wordlessly took the ice cream, set it aside, pulled Hyunjin inside and wrapped your arms around his torso. There was a moment of silence and stiffness of Hyunjin’s end, when he finally relaxed and wrapped his arms around you. The notable height difference made you feel comfortable and safe and you barely noticed when you tightened your hold around him. When finally you let go, Hyunjin said: “I’m sorry if I was out of line earlier today.” “It’s okay,” you said. Hyunjin went into the living room as you instructed, while you went to grab two spoons so you could eat right out of the tub. When you came into the living room, you were glad to see that Yeji had vacated it. She was probably up in her room, keeping as quiet as possible so she could listen in on your conversation and tell your friends every single detail. You were fine with it. “There you go.” You handed Hyunjin a spoon and sat down next to him - he had cracked open the tub and was ready to dive into it. He had a light blush on his cheeks that you probably mimicked. “You weren’t out of line.” “I wasn’t?” It seemed to be a massive relief to him, seeing you shake your head. The tension visibly left his body. “Then why did you run away?” You wanted to hide away from this conversation, hide away from his words and your previous actions. You were embarrassed about the way you reacted. “That was silly,” you forced out. “I shouldn’t’ve. I should’ve stayed and said what I was thinking.” “And what were you thinking?” Hyunjin said, softly, as not to press you too hard. You shoveled ice cream into your mouth to delay the answer, but you couldn’t delay it forever. “I guess I’m just... scared? I mean...” You shrugged, wanting desperately to shove more ice cream into your mouth. But it was better to just rip off the band-aid like this. “I’m not scared of you - well, maybe a little bit - I’m more so scared of what that means.” “What what means?” “You being in love with me,” you said, very softly, almost like a whisper. “It means...” Hyunjin seemed to be at a loss for words now too. “It means I can’t stop thinking about you, even when we’re not together. And when we are I just keep thinking about the next time I’ll see you. I liked you before I even knew you, Y/N, but now I know that every word Yeji told me about you was the truth. You’re beautiful and thoughtful and sweet. You’re the type of person that helps the elderly cross the road and that volunteers at homeless shelters. You inspire me.” “I’m not,” you said. “Not any of those things you said.” “Is that what you’re afraid of?” Hyunjin said, putting his spoon down now. Oh, it was that serious? you thought. Serious enough to put your spoon down? “That I’m thinking these things of you?” “Maybe?” You shrugged. “I don’t know, Hyunjin. I’m so sorry.” You set your spoon down now too. “I want to believe that everything you say is right and... It’s not that I don’t want to be with you or that I don’t feel happy that you feel that way for me, because it’s sort of the way I feel, I think? I mean... Every time I’m near you I just want to hold you and whenever I’m away from you I want to talk to you. I don’t ever want to be anywhere too far away from you. But... I think maybe it’s too fast?” “Too fast?” Hyunjin repeated, seemingly in a daze. You nodded. “I understand.” “You do?” Now it was your turn to feel relieved. He nodded. “I should have respected you more and understood that you wanted to take these things slowly.” “You respect me enough.” You both watched, Hyunjin motionlessly, as you slowly reached out, grabbing his hand in yours. His hand was a little calloused, the way boys’ hands always are. And your hand was so small compared to his. You smiled, looking up at Hyunjin. “All I need is time.” “And I will give you as much time as you need.”

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Happy Thursday! Coming at you with some more smut prompted by the loving members of the Upstead group chat. Plot? What plot? Who needs that?! Rated M.

“Halstead, you have a minute?”

Voights gravelly voice reached my desk, causing me to look up and nod. I closed out of my computer and headed into his office. He motioned for me to shut the door and I took a breath, unsure of what was going to come next. I sat down and sent him a questioning look as I waited for him to tell me why I was here. His eye’s bore into me and I could feel heat creeping up my neck. I was almost certain I hadn’t done anything to land myself in hot water, but something about the way he was looking at me was making me question that. He let the silence hang between us until I was completely uncomfortable, something I assumed was deliberate, before he began.

“This,” He motioned around his office with a wave of his hand. “Will all be yours someday.”

His tone was matter of fact and I scrambled to process his statement, of all the things I was expecting him to say that hadn’t even remotely been on my list. He let the silence return and all I could do was stare at him, wondering what had prompted this conversation. He leaned back in his chair, looking as if he didn’t have a care in the world, as I sat upright in my seat, doing everything in my power not to squirm under his stare. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and broke the silence.

“Sir..”

I trailed off, not sure what to say in this situation. He leaned forward then, seemingly satisfied with the torture I had just endured and sent me a small smile.

“I have to go to New York, help them with a case. I’ll be taking Burgess with me. I need someone to run this unit while I’m gone for the next two weeks. You up for that?”

I swallowed hard, my eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Sure I had run point on a lot of the cases we worked, and there had plenty of days Voight hadn’t been in. But something about the way he asked me to do this, run the unit for two weeks, it felt as if this was some sort of test. After a moment, I realized I hadn’t replied yet and eagerly nodded in his direction.

“Absolutely.”

I replied, still nodding. He seemed satisfied with my answer and stood from his desk. I watched as he pulled a few things from his desk drawer and tucked them into his pocket.

“Good. I’ll be headed out early today to meet with the uniforms at the Ivory Tower and get everything in place. Our flight leaves tomorrow. I’ll keep in touch the best I can, but I’ll trust you’ll be just fine. Feel free to use the office if you need the space to get away from them for a bit.”

He finished his statement, nodding towards the bullpen where the rest of the unit sat. He tossed me a set of keys, presumably to the office door, and motioned for us to head out. I followed behind him, stopping abruptly when he froze just outside the doorway.

“Listen up, Burgess and I are going to New York for the next two weeks. You’ll be reporting to Halstead until I return. I trust you’re in good hands.”

Everyone sent me a smile, Adam even letting out a small cheer and clapping obnoxiously from his desk. I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, still processing what had just happened. Voight turned back to face me, giving me one more hopeful smile before stalking out of the bull pen and down the stairs. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and made to sit back at my desk. I glanced over at Hailey, who’s eyes had been locked onto me since the moment Voight started speaking. I gave her a shrug and a sheepish smile, still thrown off by my conversation with Voight. She sent me a grin before her head dipped down, looking at something on her desk.

So, large and in charge huh?

My phone buzzed on my desk and I looked over to see the message from Hailey lighting up my screen. I picked it up, quickly typing out my reply.

It’s not a big deal, probably just more of a formality.

I tried to blow it off, unable to shake the feeling that this was some sort of test. I didn’t know if that’s what Voight intended or if I was just creating unnecessary pressure on myself. My phone buzzed again, pulling me from my thoughts.

Sure. Gonna be a long two weeks, I’m pretty sure there’s a rule about sleeping with your subordinates.

My head snapped up as soon as I read her message. She gave me a mischievous smirk before averting her eyes back to her desk.

Not gonna happen… I won’t survive.

I watched as she read my text, a small smile forming on her face.

Sorry, I don’t make the rules. ;)

I hoped she was teasing, but I also had a bad feeling she wasn’t. It was going to be a long two weeks indeed.

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The first few days went off without a hitch. I hadn’t really had to do anything that I normally wouldn’t do, aside from dishing out some delegation as we worked an easy case. But now, I sat at my desk rereading an email I had just received from the higher ups requesting some forms Hank hadn’t sent in yet. Forms that were in his office, somewhere I hadn’t ventured into yet. I had been in there plenty of times with Voight, but something about going in without him here made it feel like an invasion of privacy, despite the fact he had given me the keys. I looked up to see Hailey walking towards my desk, a puzzled look on her face.

“You look concerned. Everything okay?”

She asked, moving to sit on the edge of my desk. Her proximity brought with it the smell of her shampoo drifting into my nose and I looked up at her with wanton eyes. So far, she had held firm to her rule of not sleeping together, not for my lack of trying. I motioned towards my screen, trying to focus my attention elsewhere, and let out a sigh.

“They need me to send some forms over to the Ivory Tower.”

I looked up at her again, the puzzled look increasing.

“And…”

She trailed off, not catching on to why I was so hesitant.

“And….they’re in there.”

I pointed towards Voights office. With it’s door shut, blinds closed and lights off, the small room seemed oddly forbidden. She let out a laugh when she saw where I was pointing.

“That’s what you’re worried about? Didn’t he give you the keys?”

She laughed again when I scoffed at her questions.

“Yeah but...shut up!”

I told her as she continued to chuckle at my dilemma. My words only caused her to enjoy this situation more.

“So why are you worried about going in? It’s not like you’re breaking in…”

She finally managed to compose herself as I continued to scowl at her.

“I don’t know...It just feels off limits. Like going into your parents bedroom or something.”

Hailey laughed again and I let out a huff. I’m glad she was enjoying this so much, maybe I should delegate the task to her.

“Jay, you’re being ridiculous! It’s not like you’re going in there to have sex or something.”

Her voice dropped tantalizingly low as she said the last part of her sentence, eliciting an immediate reaction from my body that I struggled to stop in its tracks. I looked up at her, eyes bugged out slightly as she met my stare with a teasing look. She sent me a wink, which did nothing to help my situation, and stood from my desk.

“Come on, I’ll go with you.”

She rolled her eyes before reaching a hand out to pull me up. I should have known it was a bad idea to let her come in with me, given her mischievous tone, but I didn’t catch it in time. I pulled the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door, stepping into the darkness and running my hand along the wall for the light switch. She followed me in, pushing the door shut behind us. I found the light and then made my way over to Voights desk, standing awkwardly still as I took in the contents atop his desk. I didn’t see the forms I needed, which meant they were in one of the drawers, making this situation worse. Hailey, who had been lingering by the door, watching me scan the desk, let out a huff and came to stand in front of me. She slipped herself between me and the desk, with her back to me her hair was right under my nose and the scent of her shampoo reached my nose again, igniting my senses. Before I could realize what her plan was, she was bending over in front of me, her butt rubbing right up against my crotch and immediately causing the fabric there to tighten. I clenched my hands by my sides, fighting the urge to grab ahold of her hips, the thought only increasing the issues in my jeans. She feigned looking for the paperwork a little longer than necessary, never breaking contact with me. I knew at this point she could feel exactly what she was doing to me, but the more obvious it became the more she seemed spurred on. Eventually, she grabbed the paperwork that had been laying on top of the pile within the drawer and stood, finally relieving the pressure against me, although the damage was already done. She turned to face me, a devilish glint in her eyes and whipped the paper up between us, pressing it into my chest with a smirk. I swallowed hard, struggling to gain control of myself and this situation. Hailey stood up on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to brush against mine as she spoke.

“Glad I could be of assistance.”

She pressed her lips against mine and then stepped back, leaving a whirl of cool air in her wake. Now my issue was very much a problem and I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to be able to leave this office. She stepped over to the door, turning to give me another wink and then slipped out of the door, pulling it shut behind her.

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Somehow, I managed to make it through the rest of the two week stint without issue. Today was my last day in charge as Voight would be back on Monday. Hailey, aside from the insane amount of teasing she had been putting me through this entire time, had held true to her rule of no sex. I was literally dying at this point and her suggestive texts all day hadn’t helped. Naturally, we would have caught a case on my last day that required lots of paperwork to be submitted and evidence to be logged. Two hours after what should have been the end of their day, I sent everyone home and told them I would finish up. There wasn’t much to do at this point and I could see they were all worn out from the long day. They happily obliged, giving me feigned protests that they could stay before everyone bolted out of the bullpen. Hailey said she was going to stay to finish up her report, not unusual for her as she wasn’t one to let unfinished work linger over the weekend. We each sat at our respective desks, only the sound of our typing filling the room. Finally I was done, with my last task being to leave some of our reports on Voights desk. I glanced up to see Hailey had finished as well. She was leaning back in her chair in a stretch that had her shirt lifting just enough so I could see the toned skin of her stomach above her jeans. I stood, giving my own stretch, before making my way over to Voights door. I unlocked it, turning back to meet her eyes and dipped inside. She followed me, of course she would, and leaned against the door well as I filed our reports into Voights desk. I looked up and saw her biting at her lower lip, the sight instantly igniting a fire within me.

“Hey, can you help me with this?”

I asked, pretending to struggle with the drawer. She nodded and came over to stand beside me. Before she could stop me, I grabbed her arm and gently spun her around to face me. My hands moved up to cup her face and I brought my mouth to hers. Hailey responded instantly, moving her lips against mine, deepening the kiss by slipping her tongue into my mouth. I drew her lip between my teeth, giving it a gentle nip and causing her to moan into my mouth. I slid my hands down to her waist, pulling her against me so she could feel my excitement growing. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down to deepen the kiss again. I made her take a step back so that she rested against the edge of his desk, eliciting another moan when I pressed my hips into her again. We continued our heated kiss until we both needed to come up for air.

“Jay…”

Her voice was low and hoarse from our kiss, causing my excitement to become even more obvious.

“All I have been thinking about, for the last two weeks, is sex with you. How much I miss you, how much I need you…”

I accentuated each word with a kiss along her jawline, her nails dragging down my back as I spoke.

“Let’s go home.”

She breathed out, moaning again when I nipped just below her ear.

“I can’t wait that long…”

I mumbled against her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her warm skin.

“Okay then, at least the truck…”

She countered, squirming as my hands gripped her thighs from behind, another sensitive area I knew drove her wild.

“Still too long…”

I told her, bringing my hands to the front of her jeans. I popped her button and pulled her zipper down before she tried to swat my hand away.

“Jay!” She exclaimed, eyes bugging out as she looked at me in shock.

“Come on, we’ll be quick.”

I kissed her again, slipping my hand into her jeans and teasing her through her wet underwear. I knew she wanted to protest but I also knew I was making a pretty good argument. I slid one knee between her legs, causing them to fall apart and giving me a better angle. She gripped my neck again, holding herself up as I slipped my fingers around the fabric and slid into her. She let out a breathy moan as I set a fast pace. I felt her hips begin to thrust up into my hand and I could tell she was getting close. I nipped at her neck again, the sweat spot just below her ear and felt her walls clench around my fingers.

“Oh fuck...Jay….”

She panted out as her body came apart. I pressed my lips against hers, muffling the loud moan I knew was coming as she fell over the edge. She whimpered against my mouth as I continued to work her until she came back down. I pulled back to look at her eyes then, seeing a fire burning within them. She looked around the room, looking for somewhere to move this too and I knew she was craving the same thing I was. I pulled my hand out of her jeans, gasping when her fingers made quick work of mine. In a matter of seconds, she had my erection freed and was expertly working her hands up and down my length. She knelt down in front of me and I damn near came right there as I knew what was coming next. I gripped the desk, my hips jerking when her hot mouth swallowed my length. She worked magic on me, setting just the right rhythm and I knew it wasn’t going to be long for me. I tugged at her ponytail, causing her to break the contact and sliding me out of her mouth with a pop. She stood then, face flushed and eyes mirroring mine. I glanced around the room again, desperate for somewhere to finish this. My eyes settled on Voights desk and then quickly glanced to meet Hialey’s eyes. She sent me a look as if to tell me this was a bad idea, but before she could voice her concern I shoved the contents of his desk onto the floor. I looked back at her to see her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. I reached over, taking her arm gently and leading her towards the desk. I bent down, effortlessly lifting her onto the surface and then tugged her jeans down the rest of the way. Hailey leaned back on her elbows, her head falling back as I effortlessly slid into her warmth, the feeling alone making me almost lose it. I set a steady pace, trying to drag this out a little longer but her moans were letting me know she was close too. I moved my hand between us, the other gripping her hip bone to hold her steady, and used my thumb to rub circles over her throbbing bundle. Her walls trembled around me and soon she was panting again. All at once, her back arched and her walls clenched around me, milking my own release as I tumbled over the edge right after her.

“Fuck…”

She moaned loudly, unable to control herself. The sound had me repeating her sentiment as we each rode out our high. Once finished, I slid out of her and pulled her up into a sitting position. Her head fell against my chest as we worked to slow our breathing. After a while, we cleaned ourselves up as best we could before working to return Voights desk to normal. Maybe being in charge wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #halstead and upton #jay halstead #hailey upton #halstead #jay x hailey #upstead #upton

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Fix It!

[Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd Masterlist]

Characters: Ellie Shepherd (F!MC), Ethan Ramsey, (Alex & Thomas Hunt mentioned) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Rating: General *Fluff* Summary : Ethan has reservations about his new Pictagram account that he and Ellie opened to learn more about Gwenyth.

This takes place after Open Heart 2 Chapter 5.

This is also a companion piece to my series Love & Scotch and takes place the day after dx: shock & awww and dx: love & scotch &... Tumblr?

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“Rookie, a moment if you please.” Ethan shut his office door behind her. He motioned for her to take a seat next to him. He reached for his phone and held it in front of her. “Fix it!”

“Fix what?” Ellie hesitantly took his phone.

“This is your fault,” he complained ignoring her question.

“What is?” Ellie wanted to laugh at the sight of the frantic look in his eyes. She had never seen him quite like this before, but she didn’t want to make matters worse, so she bit her tongue.

“Gwyneth. You brought her here!” Ethan started. His hands ran through his hair.

“Oh, I thought we were over that…. Ethan, I’m sorry!” Ellie rested her hand on his knee. “I did what I thought was best for the hospital…. and for her. She needed our help.”

“I know,” Ethan sighed. “It’s not that. It’s what she’s changed. I don’t want to be on the internet.”

“Where is this coming from? What happened?” Ellie questioned. “Talk to me.”

“A friend of mine warned of the dangers of my new-found celebrity status thanks to Gwyneth. I am not interested in people sharing my photo or writing stories about me.” Ethan shuttered thinking about what people could be saying and doing. “Delete the app, please.”

“Of course, if you’re sure... Just unlock your phone.” Ellie handed the phone back to him. She was disappointed in seeing him delete it. She had selfishly hoped to use the app to her benefit, thinking he might view a few of her posts. She opened the app, her voice falling some. “You added another friend?”

“She insisted,” Ethan grumbled. “Alex is very persuasive. One does not just say no to her. I’ve tried.”

“Oh…” Ellie tried to hide the disappointment growing on her face. Hadn’t he promised she would be his first, last, and only friend? “Are you sure you want to delete it? What about Alex?”

“I’m sure I’ll hear about it, but she’ll survive,” Ethan chuckled to himself, a smile playing on his lips.

Ellie nodded. She didn’t know what else to say. She longed to be the reason he smiled. Her finger hovered over the link to his friends list. She was torn between violating Ethan’s privacy and learning more about her competition. Reluctantly she clicked through to his friends and opened her profile. Her frown gave way to a curious expression. “Your friend is Alex Spencer?”

“Yes,” Ethan stated.

“The actress?” Ellie continued.

“Yes,” Ethan repeated, unsure of the need for clarification. “She’s engaged to an old friend of mine.”

“I forgot you were friends with Thomas Hunt...Look at that diamond! That’s stunning!” Ellie marveled at the photo of Alex’s engagement ring in focused while she and Hunt kissed in the background. Ellie’s smile grew, knowing that whatever their relationship, Alex was not a threat.

Ethan’s eyes traced her face, he watched the joy alighting in her eyes. He wanted to give her want she wanted, to be able to one day consider giving her a similar ring. But, he wasn’t sure that was a life he could promise. And by the look on her face, that was something she aspired for.

“Sorry!” Ellie pulled herself away from Alex’s Pictagram feed. “You know I can just make your account private. Then no one could access it except people you approve. This way you can post if you want to.”

“I won’t,” Ethan replied.

“You don’t have to post, you could just keep up with people you’re friends with… like Alex,” Ellie offered. “This way Alex won’t complain. And you can see what she and Hunt are doing.”

“I know what they’re doing. Alex insists on checking in every few days,” Ethan shook his head, trying to shake Alex’s words away. He needed to stay strong.

“About what?” Ellie questioned curiously. She watched Ethan’s eyes widen as if he had said something he shouldn’t have. “Sorry, you don’t have to tell me… So, I made it private, are you sure you want me to delete it?”

“No one can access it now?” Ethan asked.

“Just Alex… and me,” Ellie answered softly.

“Okay,” Ethan agreed after a moment of consideration. “Leave it for now.”

Ellie locked his phone but left his Pictagram app open to his feed with her most recent post visible. “Is there anything else?”

“Can you stop the people on Tumblr?” Ethan posed hesitantly.

“You have a Tumblr?” Ellie questioned a little louder than she meant to.

“No. Well only of Scotch! Other than that, I don’t even know what it is. But, Hunt warned about fan fiction and edits? Can you delete that?” Ethan explained.

Ellie laughed. “Unfortunately, I can’t help you with that. If there’s something there. Only the user can delete it.”

Ethan’s head hung low. He didn’t want to accept not being able to control his narrative. “No more celebrity clients! Please! I don’t want to be in any videos or pictures. Find someone else!”

“We could always give them Bryce,” Ellie joked.

His eyes brightened in consideration, “do you think that work?”

“What? I was just…” Ellie started. “You know what? It just might. Next celebrity client, we’ll ask Bryce.”

“Thank you, Ellie!” Ethan straightened his posture. “For everything.”

“Any time.” Ellie handed his phone back. His hands held hers for a moment as he took it. “I should get back to my rounds.”

“Of course.” Ethan dropped her hands. His gaze followed her as she left, wishing he could have told her how he felt, but trusting this was for the better.

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#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #Love & scotch #playchoices #fan fiction #ellie shepherd #ethan x ellie #hunt x alex #ethan x hunt #hunt x ethan

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Trust Fund, Gold Tongue 4/7 (Crygi) - Peridot

A/N: Chapter four is here! I’m so so grateful for the continuous support. This is my first multi-chapter fic, and the longest thing I’ve ever written, so your support means a lot to me! Hope you enjoy this chapter, and feel free to leave any feedback here or on ao3 or at my sideblog @artificialperidot. Enjoy!

They hadn’t kissed immediately.

No one kisses immediately after they declare their love. At least not in Gigi’s experience. There’s usually too many emotions involved, and it would feel awkward to kiss so soon. She wanted to wait. Sure she had drunkenly kissed her friends or random strangers at house parties plenty of times without waiting, but this was different. This was Crystal, and Crystal was most certainly different from anyone than Gigi had known before.

Their tennis-court meet ups were the only thing that were keeping Gigi sane, if she were to be totally honest. Crystal was her refuge - she could forget about her family for just a little bit and get lost in her chocolate eyes and her freckled face and her dimples, and just talk. She had never had someone like that, who she could talk to about absolutely anything with no fear, no shame. She didn’t feel like she had a reputation to uphold when she was with Crystal - she felt normal for the first time in her life. She was sure that she could spend a lifetime talking with her, about everything and nothing at the same time.

And boy did she need someone to talk to when Matthew arrived at the country club.

He had showed up on a Thursday afternoon in a Gucci sweatshirt and a smirk. Gigi had wanted to slap the smirk off of his face from the moment they had first met.

He introduced himself as Matt, but Gigi stuck with Matthew, because she did not intend to get to know him on a nickname basis. He had a quiff of golden hair and green eyes and a blue-white smile, and was textbook-attractive.

Gigi was not interested in the slightest.

It wasn’t Matthew’s fault that Gigi hated him, really. It was more her parent’s fault. They were delusional if they thought Gigi wouldn’t notice their meddling, how they seemed to send him after her at every turn. He probably would’ve been nice enough if Gigi had ever allowed herself to talk to him. But she was adamant that she wasn’t going to - the last thing she needed was for her parents to get the wrong idea and assume that she had changed her mind about dating him, or dating men altogether. Oh no, instead she made a point of ignoring him - answering his questions with snappy, one-word lines, putting in her AirPods when he tried to speak, and talking over him at any given opportunity.

It was a bitchy move, but she didn’t know how else her parents would get the message to back off.

Every afternoon she would complain about him to Crystal, and every afternoon Crystal would wrap her arm around her shoulders and remind her that she was Gigi fucking Goode, and give her a pep talk to get through the rest of the day. Gigi became addicted to the feeling.

One day, though, things didn’t go to plan.

It was two minutes to three, and Gigi was just about to sneak off to the tennis courts, when out of nowhere, the last person she wanted to see was calling out to her.

“Gigi!”

Matthew. She was tempted to ignore him, walk away as if she hadn’t heard, but before she had the opportunity to make her escape, he was bounding up to her and she had no choice but to address him.

He was dressed in a pair of knee high khaki shorts and short-sleeved shirt, with a sweater vest over the top despite the heat. But more concerningly, he had a golf bag slung over his shoulder.

“Gigi, the whole family is down on the golf course,” he said, panting. Gigi cringed at the idea of all of her family being together in one place, planning on playing a very forced game of golf, but cringed even more at the fact this boy considered himself a part of ‘the family’. Delusional. “We’re about to start a game, are you coming?”

No, she was absolutely not coming, not if she was able to get out of it. She couldn’t think of anything worse than spending her whole afternoon trekking around a golf course in the sweltering mid-July heat, with her already-detestable parents watching her like a hawk as she did her best to ignore the stuck-up boy who never seemed to leave her alone.

That sounded like a terrible idea.

“Uh, I’m actually a little busy right now, sorry Matthew,” she said without looking at him, fully intending to start speed-walking away at 70 miles per hour.

“But everyone’s waiting on you!”

“Then tell them to start without me,” she replied, hoping her voice was stern enough to scare him away.

“We can’t start without you! We’ll be on hole five before you show up.” There was a hint of anger and his voice, and sure, it was probably justified, but Gigi didn’t like the sound of it, not one bit.

“Well maybe I don’t wanna spend my afternoon playing fucking golf,” she spat, her brows furrowed and a tightness rising in her chest. She hadn’t meant to sound so aggressive, to escalate the conversation like that, but she had already come too far to turn back.“Maybe I’ve got better things to do.”

Matthew was silent for a moment, his face stoic. Gigi could practically see the cogs turning in his brain before he spoke again. “What, Gigi? What better things do you have to do? Because as far as I can see, you’re wandering around alone doing nothing.”

Shit. She bit the inside of her cheek, staying silent.

“Come on, Gigi. It’s the least you can do,” he continued. “You don’t wanna upset your family, do you? Your dad was just saying how he wondered why you never spend any time with the family anymore, right before I came to find you.”

Gigi wanted to slap him around the face at that, because god damn it, he knew exactly what he was doing, the smug bastard. Gigi was trapped - she couldn’t risk telling him the truth about her and Crystal, especially since he seemed to be so buddy-buddy with her parents. And any lie she would’ve told wouldn’t have worked, either, because what could be so important in a country club that she’d have to give up spending time with her family?

And the cherry on the top of the cake was his mention of her dad’s suspicions. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Gigi knew that her parents would start to get suspicious of her whereabouts eventually, and the last thing she wanted was for her dad to find out about the waitress she had been spending quite a lot of time with, and destroy the only thing that was keeping her going.

She was well and truly screwed.

“Fine, I’ll come,” she sighed in defeat. Her heart was heavy as Matthew grinned, and as she followed him to the golf course, her limbs felt like lead.

The guilt felt hollow in her chest, but it weighed her down like an anchor as she trudged to the golf course, worries and thoughts of Crystal becoming all-consuming.

She knew Crystal would be waiting for her. And she could only imagine the disappointment she’d face when Gigi didn’t turn up.

***

Needless to say, Gigi did not enjoy the game of golf that afternoon.

She couldn’t remember who won - she hadn’t really been paying any attention. She couldn’t pay attention, not when worries were swimming in her brain like fucking Olympic athletes. She hadn’t remembered golf taking so long before. She was sure it had been the longest game of her life. Or, at least, it felt that way.

The second she had putted the ball in the ninth hole, she was off, frantically saying goodbye to her family, and heading straight for the tennis courts.

She knew she was delusional. She knew Crystal wouldn’t be there. Her break was only so long, and the game of golf had taken hours. But she had to check. Just to be sure she wasn’t still waiting.

She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but when she reached their court and found it completely deserted, her heart sank to her feet. She didn’t even want to begin thinking about how Crystal felt. How long she had waited before inevitably giving up. How she probably hated Gigi now. How she was angry and upset, and it was all Gigi’s fault.

Gigi found herself blinking back tears.

She had to apologise, and fast.

***

Nine o’ clock struck, and Gigi was waiting in the front lobby.

She had tried to find Crystal all evening, but she had no success. But she was not about to sleep on this and let the emotions fester. No, she needed to say sorry and explain, right now.

She knew Crystal’s shift finished at 9pm or 10pm, depending on the day. She showed up at 8:45, just to be safe. And she would’ve waited until midnight if she had to.

Luckily, she didn’t have to.

Crystal strode out from a ‘staff only’ door the second nine o clock hit, her red hair wild around her head and a backpack on her shoulder. And, thankfully for Gigi, she was alone. She was busily typing something on her phone, and didn’t even look up for long enough to notice Gigi lingering by the door. Or at least that’s what Gigi hoped. She hoped she wasn’t purposefully ignoring her.

Gigi scanned the area with her eyes, making sure no one was paying attention to them, before grabbing Crystal by the arm, stopping her in her tracks. Crystal looked up from her phone in shock, and upon locking eyes with Gigi, her face stilled, emotionless.

“I need to talk to you,” Gigi said.

Crystal was quiet for a moment, before she mumbled an “okay,” and without another word, she led Gigi out the door. They made their way to Crystal’s car, parked in the staff lot just outside the main entrance, for some privacy, Gigi supposed.

Gigi hadn’t seen that type of car before. It was small and old and a rusty red colour, sort of like her hair. It looked a little run down, and it was definitely not what Gigi was used to, but the seats had leopard-print coverings and it felt very Crystal. Crystal unlocked the door and clambered into the driver’s seat, Gigi hopping in on the other side and shutting the door.

It was already 9pm, but it hadn’t gotten dark yet, and the two of them were left staring at the evening sky through the windscreen, orange and pink and red. They were quiet for a few moments, both staring into space and not quite sure what to say, not exactly sure how to put their emotions to words. Gigi wanted to speak, wanted desperately to apologise, but now that she had the opportunity the words weren’t coming to her, and she was hitting a roadblock.

“If you’re here to tell me you don’t wanna talk to me anymore, I got your message loud and clear when you stood me up,” Crystal said, breaking the silence and staring straight ahead blankly.

“What?”

“I should’ve seen it coming sooner,” she continued, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “Our talks obviously meant more to me than to you. I should’ve known you wouldn’t care about a fucking waitress.”

“What? No, Crystal, that’s not what this is about.”

“Then what is it about?” she said, turning to Gigi sharply, and whilst her tone was cutting, Gigi could see the pain behind her eyes. “Why didn’t you show up?”

“I couldn’t,” Gigi said, and the tears were back in her eyes again. It took all of her willpower to keep them from brimming their banks. “Matthew came by and told me that we were playing golf and that the whole family was waiting on me and that my dad was getting suspicious and I couldn’t risk him finding out about us, because I can’t lose you,” she rambled, choking up.

She met Crystal’s gaze, and there was something new in the way she looked at her. It was almost like she pitied her.

Gigi was sure she had never been pitied in her life, at least not to her knowledge. How could she be? She was from a fucking multimillionaire family. She had all the best clothes, the best car, the best house, any material thing she could ever want and then some. She wasn’t oblivious to her privilege. She knew full well how lucky she was, and she hated the guilt that came with it. How could anyone pity someone who could have anything they wanted, when people would kill to have a fraction of the money she had?

Little did everyone know that the things Gigi wanted were the only things she couldn’t have. A normal life. A stable family. To be open and honest about who she truly was.

But more than anything, she wanted Crystal.

Crystal reached out a hand and grasped Gigi’s, tethering her back to reality.

“It’s okay, Gigi, I get it,” she said softly, but despite her sympathy Gigi could tell all was not fixed just yet. “You could’ve texted me or something, though.”

Shit. Holy shit. Gigi could’ve texted her. But she had been so caught up in her head, it didn’t occur to her.

“Fuck, Crystal, I didn’t even think of that,�� she confessed, her body going rigid and her muscles tensing. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking dumb. I should’ve texted you, that would’ve been so obvious, god I’m such an idiot.” The tears had started to escape her eyes now though, rolling painfully slowly over her cheekbones. “I’m so sorry I let you down. I’m a fucking bitch. I never meant to hurt you. I totally understand if you hate me now, I should’ve told-“

Before she could finish her sentence, Crystal cupped her face with her hands.

And suddenly, her lips were on Gigi’s.

The kiss was soft. It was slow, and gentle, and Gigi found her stress disintegrating away slowly, leaving her body. Crystal’s lips moved on hers with patience, lazily, as if she had all day to linger on Gigi’s lips, and Gigi felt herself melt into the feeling, her brain empty. It was tender. It was sunsets and sugary candy floss and warmth.

And then, the warmth turned to heat. Gigi’s hands found their way into Crystal’s mane of red hair, and Crystal’s grip on her cheek became a little firmer, and they kissed each other a little harder, a little more passionately, as if they needed it to breathe - though really, Gigi’s breath had been taken away. Suddenly, Gigi’s empty brain was filled with thoughts of Crystal’s tongue and Crystal’s teeth and Crystal’s lips, and all of her senses were overwhelmed. Kissing Crystal was electric and explosive and addictive. It was bonfires and fireworks and passion.

And Gigi felt the puzzle pieces finally slot back into place.

She was sure she had never loved someone like this before.

They broke apart, and Gigi could feel her heart in her throat and a tightness in her chest, overwhelmed and emotional. Crystal smiled at her. A real, genuine smile.

“It’s okay, Gigi,” she whispered, stroking her cheek. “I forgive you.”

And with that, Gigi’s world was perfectly okay again.

“Thank you,” she said, her own smile returning to her face. Crystal beamed, and Gigi decided she never wanted to forget just how beautiful she looked when she grinned. “You’re a really good kisser,” she added when she had caught her breath, because, fuck it, it was true.

Crystal looked pleasantly surprised. “Wow, thanks,” she said, giggling a little. “I’ve, uh, I’ve never actually kissed someone before. Before just now,” she added nervously.

Gigi’s jaw dropped. “Seriously? You were great!” she exclaimed.

“Well, I guess I was just born with the gift, then,” she said, putting on a cocky act. “I can’t help it, I’m just so talented.” she said with a cheesy wink.

Gigi dissolved into laughter, and she couldn’t help but agree.

“Will you show me your talents again, kissing-expert?”

Crystal rolled her eyes dramatically, but couldn’t hide her bright smile. “If I must, miss Goode.”

They hadn’t kissed immediately, but rather they kissed when Gigi was least expecting it.

And they did not plan on stopping any time soon.

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ladywinchester1967 · 5 years

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One More Night

Title: One More Night

Links: AO3 & WattPad

Square Filled: Impala Sex

Rating: E for Explicit

Tags: SMUT, Impala Sex, takes place during the Season 5 episode “Abandon All Hope”, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not.

Created for: @spnkinkbingo

Dean leaned against the trunk of the Impala, taking a long pull from his beer. He'd struck out with Jo, who he thought was a sure bet, but turns out she had the hots for another hunter, Stephen. He'd resigned to the fact that getting laid was probably not on the list for him tonight, so he retreated outside to gaze up at the stars with his beloved car.

“You and me Baby.” he said and tipped his bottle to her.

He heard the screen door open and saw a small figure approaching him. In the street light, she seemed to materialize out of the darkness, it was Charlotte, Stephen's sister. With a smile and a whiskey in her hand, she greeted him with a grin.

“What're you doing out here all by yourself?” she asked as she walked closer to him.

“Just spending some time with my best girl.” he said, glancing at the car with a fond smile.

Charlotte had known Dean as long as she could remember, she may have been in pigtails when they first met, but she knew how much that car meant to him.

“I was just coming to check on you, but if you wanna be alone.” she trailed off.

“No,” he said as he smiled at her “I don't mind the company, really.”

She walked over to him and stood beside him and they both looked upward, the stars shining down on them like Christmas lights. They didn't talk for a long time, just admiring the view, when Charlotte broke the silence.

“Guess it's not so bad, being out in the middle of no where.” she said “Where else can you get a view like this?”

Dean nodded in agreement and then looked down at Charlotte. Shorter than he was, she had a slightly crooked smile, strawberry blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and was wearing a button down flannel shirt, ripped jeans and boots. He's be lying if he said he hadn't thought about being with her, but she felt out of his league.

“Strike out with Jo?” she asked and looked up at him.

“Ah, you saw that?” he asked

She shook her head

“Nah, intuition,” she said “and I saw her leave with my brother.”

Dean raised his eyebrows and said

“Figures.” in an angry tone.

“She's interested in you,” Charlotte said “I just think she wants more than a one time deal, and you know Stephen, the starry eyed dreamer.”

“No wonder he and Sam get along so well.” Dean snorted and Charlotte laughed, which was music to Dean's ears, he loved making her laugh.

“That's where the realistic one,” she said and pointed to herself “comes in. If he wants to promise her the world while we're staring down the barrel, let him.”

“Cheers to that.” Dean said and they clinked their glasses together.

Liquid courage soaked Charlotte's system, she'd knocked back a couple of shots before going to look for Dean, whom she'd always had a thing for.

“Would you, I mean, do you want to um?” she asked, her cheeks flushing as she looked up at Dean, who had his head tilted to the side.

“Char, are you sure?” he asked

“Dean,” Charlotte said “I’m not looking for Prince Charming, he hasn’t come along and he probably never will.”

“So what are you looking for?” Dean asked

“Well last night on earth, what’s a girl to do?” She asked with a smile.

A grin slowly formed on his face and he motioned toward his Impala.

“This okay?” He asked “Probably the only place we’ll get some privacy tonight.”

“Perfect.” She said as he unlocked the back door. She took off her jacket and made it into a makeshift pillow as she climbed into the ample backseat. Dean climbed in behind her, the locks engaging as they both finished their drinks.

“Respect me in the morning?” She asked and he chuckled.

“I’ll always respect you.” He said as he settled over top of her, their empty glasses scattered to the floorboards. The heat between her legs was unbearable as he settled between her thighs, planting short, hesitant kisses on her lips.

“Dean,” she moaned, her fingers clawing through his hair “mh, Dean.”

He looked up and it was like seeing her for the first time all over again. The little firecracker he’d had a crush on for years was now under him with lust blown brown eyes, her chest heaving. He brushed the stray hairs out of her face and gently pressed his lips to hers.

If this was a one time deal, he decided, he’d do it right. He wrapped her legs around his waist and heatedly kissed her. She molded her shape to his, kissing him as he moved over top of her.

“Charlotte,” he moaned against her mouth as he popped the top buttons on her shirt “You okay?”

She nodded and helped unbutton the rest of the shirt.

“I’m more than okay,” she breathed “I’ve always wanted this with you.”

She discarded the shirt, leaving her in just her bra and jeans. He ran his hands up her torso, squeezing her breasts in his hands as she moaned. “Mh, that feels so good.” She cried as he unhooked her bra, throwing it aside as he took her in with heavily lidded eyes.

“You’re gorgeous.” He said

They kissed again and he rid himself of his top layers, discarding them into the front seat. Chest to chest, they moved together, grinding into one another as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Tanned, muscled and freckled, Dean was everything Charlotte hoped he would be and more as she worked her hands down his back and to his hips where she unbuckled his belt. He pulled back and looked at her before nodding, he lowered his head and let his mouth brush gently over her breast before taking her nipple into his mouth. She cried out as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing her hand inside his underwear. She took his full length in her hand where she started to pump him. He let out a low moan as his tongue swirled around her nipple, gently flicking over it. She cried out, arching her back as he did the same thing to her other nipple. Her hand went lower, cupping his balls as he squirmed above her.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he picked his head up and kissed her hard “oh fuck, that’s perfect.”

She slid her tongue in his mouth and slid her hand back up, taking his length in her hand again. He sucked her nipple hard, making her whine.

“Dean,” she cried “mh, fuck me please.”

He didn’t answer, he just glided down her body where he planted light kisses and sucked equally light marks into her skin. She watched as he did this, her chest rapidly rising and falling as he tugged off her jeans and underwear. He tossed them into the floor of the Impala and opened her legs to fit his body between them. He licked a broad stripe up her slit, making her gasp as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

“Ohhhhh, Dean!” She moaned “Dean, oh fuck!”

He moaned in appreciation as his mouth enveloped her, his teeth lightly scraped over her clit, making her squeak in surprise. He used his fingers to open her lower lips and flick his tongue over and over her. She moaned loudly as she grabbed his hair even harder.

“Dean, oh Dean!” She cried.

He pushed his tongue inside of her, swirling it deep in her as she arched her back, crying out loudly as he devoured her. She felt the pressure in her body give way as she let out a scream, the orgasm ridiculously over powering her. Dean picked his head up as he grinned and licked his lips.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He said “I could eat you out for hours.”

“The scary thing? I’d let you.” She told him as she stroked his hair, he kissed his way back up her body until he reached her mouth, kissing her deeply.

“Mh,” he moaned “tell you what? We survive tomorrow and I will.”

“I’m holding you to that cowboy.” She said as they kissed again.

He pulled back and nodded as she pushed her hand inside his pants, taking his hard length into her hand as he moaned into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he said “yes, oh fuck.”

She stopped and pushed his jeans and underwear down. He kicked his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off and plunged deep inside her as they let out consecutive moans. They kissed as their hips met thrust for thrust.

“Dean, oh my god, Dean!” She cried, she threaded one hand through his hair while the other planted on the back of his neck. Dean braced himself, his hands on the leather seats under her, he fucked deeply and gently into her. His tongue traced over hers and she cried out against him.

“On top, now.” He growled against her mouth. She smiled and they switched positions, he laid on his back as she crawled over him, his rough hands roamed up her back as they kissed and she settled on top of him. She braved her hands on his chest as she rocked into him, making him cry out.

“Yes,” he moaned “yes, oh fuck, like that.”

She licked into his mouth and his tongue met hers as his fingers dug into her skin. Their foreheads met and she opened her eyes for just a second. His head was tilted back, the moonlight reflecting off his skin, he had a light sheen of sweat on his cheeks as he bit his lip.

“Dean.” she moaned and he opened his eyes meeting hers. A shutter ran down her spine and she knew then and there, she was head over heels in love with Dean Winchester. She bit her lip a then kissed him sweetly, pouring her feelings into that kiss. He picked up on the subtle change in her kiss, instead of rushed passion, he felt something deeper, something more meaningful. This wasn’t just about getting off, this was about expressing something neither of them had the guts to admit to each other. Dean sat up and rocked into her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She held his face in her hands as they kissed over and over.

“Gonna, ah fuck!” She moaned, throwing her head back.

“Do it,” He commanded, his blunt nails digging into her skin “Come all over my lap.”

They moaned each other’s names as they finished, the Impala’s seat squeaking under them as they rocked hard into each other, riding out the orgasm.

Surprising her, Dean wanted to cuddle after word.

“I figured you for a “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” type.” She said as she laid on her side, holding Dean’s hand while his free one made patterns on her bare back.

He smiled, kissing her forehead.

“Nothing wrong with a little intimacy,” he said “with the right person.”

“You think I’m the right person?” She asked, her fingers tangled with his. He squeezed her hand and nodded.

“Who better to be intimate with than my best friend?” He asked.

Her eyes welled with tears that she fought to keep back.

“You’re my best friend too.” She told him.

He looked at his watch, stunned to see that it was past 1 in the morning.

“We better head in.” He said “We have a hell of a day tomorrow.”

“No,” she told him “let’s have this. One night won’t kill us.”

He realized she was right, spending the night in his car with his favorite girl wouldn’t be so bad, considering what they would face in the morning.

“Okay.” He agreed and covered them both up with a blanket he kept in the backseat. She settled against his chest, breathing in his scent.

“G’night Dean.” She told him.

“Night kiddo.” He answered and kissed the crown of her head.

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Returned Goods (1/3)

"Do you know how rare it is for a thief to return stolen goods?"

A game, a secret, and the return: a story of fate told in three parts.

Brynjolf x F! Dovahkiin

2645 (chapter) | Teen+ | Ao3

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PART ONE: THE GAME

The Braidwood Inn of Kynesgrove was well enough, if you could look past the dragon burial mound and the seemingly endless amount of snow that fell from the sky. The persistent rainstorm that evening didn’t make the already bleak town any more appealing to Fiona. The job in Windhelm had gone on longer than expected, and with the winter months fast approaching, the already snow plagued hold was increasingly difficult to traverse.

While she typically journeyed by herself, on this trip she had company. If she had been alone, she would have trekked through the night back to Riften. Fiona was used to long days and nights on the road as the Dragonborn. Those lonely nights seemed to be a thing of the past, however. Ever since she found herself involved with the Thieves Guild, she hardly traveled without a certain red-headed scoundrel. It seemed with every job, Brynjolf was eager to join. Even after she took up the mantle of Guildmaster, he was reluctant to miss out on accompanying her, even if it meant leaving Delvin and Vex in charge. Fiona didn’t mind his company—she enjoyed his friendship. Brynjolf was special to her, and she was happier when he traveled with her.

She finished securing the horses outside Braidwood before heading inside. The warmth of the fire hit her face and she was immediately thankful that Brynjolf had suggested staying in the small town for the night. It was always when she was in a safe environment that she realized just how tired her body and mind were. Fiona noticed Brynjolf standing at the bar, talking with the innkeeper Iddra. The tavern was busy with hungry and sleepy travelers looking for a place to sleep. She only hoped they had room for two more. She busied herself while waiting, pulling off her water-soaked gloves and squeezing the rain from her hair.

It wasn’t long until Brynjolf turned around, his eyes finding her quickly in the crowded hall.

“Did you get us rooms?” Fiona asked as he approached. His sly grin made her hesitate. “ Bryn …”

“ A room,” he clarified. “Inn’s all booked, it seems.”

Fiona stared at him with a flat expression. Bryn’s amusement of the situation only increased. She sighed at him and snatched the key from his hand. She’d have to ask Iddra later how much gold he had offered to ensure they would have to share a room. As annoyed as she seemed, Fiona was only pretending. This wasn’t the first time Brynjolf had engineered a way for them to be alone, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. His actions never ceased to keep her entertained, and perhaps that’s why she kept him around.

This was their game, and the more time they spent together playing it, the more flirtatious and exciting it became. It was like a never-ending dual between two experts. He was a burn so slow it made her soul ache. It seemed they both thrived off the thrill of the chase. Fiona couldn’t deny that there was a mutual attraction between them—there had been one since their first meeting in Riften all those months ago. But even with their flirtations and teasing, neither seemed willing to make the move that would push the already blurred line of friendship into something more.

And so, just a game it would stay.

Fiona unlocked the door and entered first, noting the small size. It was dark, save for a single lantern that encased the room in a soft glow. She had seen better quarters, but it would do for the night.

“Well would you look at that,” Bryn chuckled from behind her as he closed and locked the door. “One bed.”

“And a chair,” Fiona commented, gesturing to the table set against the other wall. “Well enough for you to sleep in.”

Brynjolf’s grin didn’t falter. He inched closer to her, his hands hovering over her arms.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to keep your bed warm tonight?” It was a question Fiona was used to.

She smiled, but stepped away from him. “Ask me again another night.”

“You always say that, lass.” He turned around when she gestured for him to do so. She was thankful that despite his amorous ways, he still respected her privacy. “One of these days you’ll say yes.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Fiona answered.

She double-checked to see he wasn’t looking before peeling away the layers of her Nightingale armor. They were practically drenched, but she was thankful that the contents of her pack had managed to stay dry beneath her cape. She changed into a cotton nightshirt and rested her armor across the bed’s footboard. The chill in the room had her rushing to get under the covers and for a moment she regretted rejecting Brynjolf. He turned just as she settled against the pillows.

“Comfortable?” he asked. Fiona nodded and watched as he rummaged through his own pack. He moved to undo the buckles of his armor and shot her a playful glare. “Lecher!”

Fiona rolled her eyes and pulled the duvet over her head. She waited until the rustle of fabric quieted and the chair she had banished him to squeak. She pulled the covers away from her face and studied Brynjolf as he adjusted his weight in an attempt to get comfortable. He had discarded his leathers, swapping them for a loose linen tunic and cotton trousers. It was rare to see him out of his usual Guild armor. Fiona tried to recall a time she had ever seen him in something so casual .

The legs of the chair produced an awful high-pitched sound and Brynjolf laughed at her pained expression. Whatever thoughts she was having about how handsome he looked dashed away. Fiona attempted to quiet her mind and close her eyes, but every glance towards him she discovered he was looking right back at her with a small, content smile. Suddenly he spoke.

“If I tell you a secret, will you share one with me?”

Fiona raised an eyebrow. “Is this another tactic to get me to share something about my past?”

“Or present,” he shrugged, leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed. “Do you promise?”

She tried to ignore the way the chair creaked again and adjusted herself so she was leaning against the headboard. She wondered what more Brynjolf wanted to learn from her. She had thought telling him she was Dragonborn would be enough, but he was always asking for more information. It was all part of the game.

“Fine.” she answered. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Brynjolf studied her for a moment, as if he was trying to determine what kind of secret to trade to get what he wanted.

“You’ve yet to tell me about your parents…where in Skyrim you were raised?” he rested a hand against his chin in thought.

Fiona found humor in the fact he still believed that just because she was a Nord, she was from Skyrim. There really was so much he didn’t know. She tilted her head. “No. Youfirst.”

He nodded, and for a moment the mirth in his expression faltered.

“I was too young to remember when or how my mother died,” he started and if it wasn’t for his solemn tone and frown, Fiona would’ve assumed he was lying. Brynjolf was just as secretive as she was, but every once in a while he would divulge the truth. “My father died during the Markarth Incident—one of the first soldiers to lay down their life for Ulfric.”

“He was a Stormcloak?” Fiona asked.

Brynjolf shook his head. “They weren’t called that yet.”

As silence fell between them, she figured that was all he was willing to share for the time being. He looked at her expectantly as the somber atmosphere faded. Fiona was about to respond when—she widened her eyes at the chair as it whined under the weight of Brynjolf’s body yet again. For all her experience in life, it had to have been the most annoying noise she had ever heard, at least in the moment. With a sigh, she shifted her body along the mattress and laid back down.

Brynjolf looked far more offended than usual. “Come now lass, you’re not one to break a promise.”

“I’m not,” she argued. “But if I have to listen to that damned chair all night, I’ll throw it into the fire!”

She shifted and silently gestured to the void she had created. Brynjolf leaned forward, seemingly startled by the invitation. Fiona watched him as he approached carefully, taking note of his movements. He was slow, his lips twitching up as he tried to mask his delight. Finally he laid down beside her, adjusting the blankets around them both.

Fiona ignored the warmth that came over her with his body so close. If she had known, she would’ve invited him to her bed months ago. It wasn’t long before his arms snaked around her waist. Brynjolf smiled when she didn’t resist.

“I couldn’t tell you how long it’s been since a woman shared her bed with me.”

“I find that hard to believe,” she responded softly. Fiona had learned of his life full of conquests long ago—not that it ever bothered her. She wasn’t one to judge when she was just as familiar with casual relations. “Wasn’t it just a few nights ago that you were flirting with that Windhelm barmaid?”

“Are you jealous, lass?” Brynjolf teased, pulling her body even closer to his. One of his hands slowly trailed up and down her spine before resting on her hip. “I’m not afraid to admit that honeyed words don’t always work.”

“Clearly,” Fiona tossed back. It seemed Brynjolf chose to ignore her comment.

“Trysts don’t typically end with spending the night,” he explained.

“Sounds like you aren’t bedding the right type of woman,” she idly slid one of her legs between his, her foot brushing against his ankle.

“And yet…” Brynjolf’s emerald gaze was as focused as ever. “Here you are.”

Fiona smirked. It always ended like this. “Not a chance.”

She thought that would be the conclusion to another one of their games, but her satisfied grin faltered when Brynjolf leaned his head towards hers. She resisted the impulse to move away; not that she wanted to. She didn’t need to convince herself that this is what she had wanted all along, for him to make the first real move. She closed her eyes and tried to not make it obvious she was holding her breath.

“Fiona,” his breath circled around her ear. “You wound me.”

She glanced at him through her lashes and cursed herself for almost caving in. He wasn’t allowed to win so easily. She lifted her leg up, deliberately brushing her thigh against his groin. Fiona grinned at the hardness she felt, to know her actions were having an effect on him. Brynjolf’s expression did nothing to hide his arousal. She felt spurred on by the strained groan that escaped him and she pressed her body flush against his. The tension had never been built so high—they had never been this close to the edge.

“I can do a lot more than that.”

Before she could say another word he moved, swiftly turning her in his arms so she was pinned between his body and the bedding. The gleam in his eyes made his intentions perfectly clear. Fiona let go a sharp gasp before his lips were on hers. It was searing, and Fiona felt as though the intensity would push them both through the bed to the floor. It suddenly didn’t matter that they had kissed before. The passion she felt made it feel like the first time, almost as if she had never been properly kissed in her life until then.

His hands roamed her body franticly, never staying in one place for too long. She kept her grip on him tight, fingers threading through his hair as she returned his kisses eagerly. She didn’t remember separating for one moment, not even to breathe. It was if they were desperate to make up for all the lost time they had wasted dancing around each other, playing their stupid game. The seal had been broken, and Fiona couldn’t be gladder for it.

Brynjolf let out a breathless chuckle as she broke away to let out an audible moan. She whimpered again as he rolled his hips against hers, applying more pressure with every movement. It drove her mad. He repeated the action and continued his assault of kisses across her face and down her neck. Fiona arched her back from the mattress and found the moment to roll them over so she could straddle his lap. It was her turn to lead, or so she attempted. He quickly leaned forward to close the gap between them, enveloping her in his arms.

They slowed, if only to finally catch their breath. Fiona found herself caught off guard by the intensity of his stare. She had never seen such a hunger in his eyes—this was not a man out for another notch in his belt. She closed her eyes as he rested his head against hers.

“I think you owe me a secret,” he trailed his nose across her temple, lips pressing against her ear. “ Fiona .”

By the Nine , the way he said her name was enough to push her to the edge. She struggled to find a clever response, or anything coherent to say. He didn’t seem too concerned by her being speechless.

Brynjolf leaned back, creating enough space to discard his shirt. He was quick to pull her back to his chest, but Fiona couldn’t help but notice the worn silver chain that hung around his neck. The light caught the pendant that rested against his flesh and she froze. It wasn’t a pendant, but a ring. A ring she recognized.

He didn’t seem to notice her startled reaction at first, his lips still busy with leaving a trail of kisses down the nape of her neck as his hands slid her nightshirt up her thighs. Fiona’s grip on his shoulders tightened and it took all of her willpower to pull away. It wasn’t until he noted her staring at the necklace with wide eyes that he paused.

“What’s wrong?” He breathed in deeply and Fiona could tell he was struggling to steady himself. He clearly wasn’t expecting her to stop.

“Where did you…” she hesitantly curled her fingers around the ring, lifting it slightly in an effort to confirm her suspicions. Her voice was so soft, so uncharacteristically shaky. “Brynjolf, where did you get this?”

“Where any good thief gets his belongings,” he explained. “I stole it.”

It was all Fiona had to hear as the memories came flooding back. A wave of emotions hit Fiona in full force and she dropped the ring from her fingers as if it burned her skin. She could feel the tears stinging the corners of her eyes and smacked a hand to her mouth to muffle the sound of her oncoming grief. She couldn’t understand why she was reacting in such a way, but her mind and judgement was suddenly too cloudy. The confusion and worry on Brynjolf’s face only made her feel worse. Guilty .

Fiona scrambled off of his lap and nearly tripped over herself as she moved away from the bed. She needed to distance herself from this before she said, or did, something foolish. She needed to be alone. In a blur she gathered her belongings, not caring if she was forgetting something. She draped her cloak around her shoulders before moving towards the door. Brynjolf could only watch with a dazed, dumbfounded expression.

Without another word or glance back at him, she was gone.

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Dark Winter III- A Series of Vignettes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Vignettes: A series of episodes and events in the reader’s and Bucky’s relationship. Big and small, sweet or angsty, these stories lay out the moments in time they carved out for themselves in the crazy world they live in. They all take place in the same universe, but do not need to be read in any particular order.

Summary Winter in New York is long and cold, and this year is worse than any other.

Warning: Descriptions of violence, descriptions of torture and attempted suicide. This is rated M for smut as well. 18+.

A/N: This was really hard to write, and I’m pretty sure I bit off more than I could chew, but here is the final part of Dark Winter! I said it was going to be shorter, but it’s not (oops). I also said it was going to be fluffier and it is (mostly). So I’m 1 for 2, which seems fine to me. Anyway, i hope it makes sense.

I love getting comments and feedback, it makes me want to write so much more.

As always, let me know if you would like to be tagged in this vignettes.

Dark Winter Dark Winter II

You’re sitting at your kitchen table, the lid on Bucky’s ‘file’ still closed tight. You know you should feel grateful that Bucky wants to share it with you, but it was intimidating. And it was going to change things. There was really no way to deny it, it would.

You really didn’t care what was in it, and you knew the basics already. He fell from the train, was found and tortured by HYDRA, spent the next 75 years committing the world’s most heinous crimes on behalf of the people that tortured him. You knew you were really over simplifying things, but in your head, that’s how it was.

Because Bucky never really talked about it with you. HYDRA. He talked about Steve finding him, and Wakanda, and even life before World War II. You know he spoke about his time in HYDRA with his therapists. Surely had to recount his memories with Shuri. But he never went into detail about what they did to him with you.

So, in your head you compartmentalized Bucky’s time as the winter soldier as not him. Irrelevant and unconnected to who you saw him as. Of course that was ideal thinking. Those things- no matter how awful and terrible- happened to him. Just as much as anything else. And you would never hold him responsible for them, but you couldn’t continue on pretending they never happened.

It was selfish. But you were scared. Not of him or what he did or what he was capable of. No.

When you thought about what it meant for him to want to share this with you, that’s what scared you. It’s not that you had ever expected it to be some sort of fling or friends with benefits, but when you met Bucky you didn’t know it was possible to feel the way you felt now.

You pick up the phone and call the only person who you know can help you sort your thoughts.

“Wanda,” You sigh when she answers on the first ring. You hadn’t spoken with her since the incident, as you had started to refer to it.

Barely giving her a chance to respond you launch into the full story, telling her everything, even though you were sure she had already heard most of it herself. Sam liked to gossip.

“He wants me to read all of this-”

“His file, I know.” Wanda says, “Have you read it?”

“…How?” You had gotten home barely 30 minutes ago.

“Because lover-boy and I finished breakfast about 10 minutes ago.” Right. Wanda lived at the tower and so did Peter. The thought of the three of them co-existing makes you laugh. Bucky was open with you but he wasn’t exactly a chatter box with everyone else.

“He told you?” You’re so confused.

“I read minds, Y/n.” She says flatly.

Right. Of course. You knew that. “Thought you stayed out of our heads.”

“I’m sorry,” She at least sounds a little chagrined. “But they were really loud.”

“What was he thinking about?” You mumble through the phone.

“How pretty you are.” She laughs.

“Wanda, come on! If you’re gonna invade his privacy at least share with me!” You’re laughing too, knowing she’ll never tell. It wasn’t your business.

“Why are you freaking out? He’s trying to be more open with you.” Wanda sounds skeptical.

“Because this is huge. It feels like there’s no going back from this.” You busy yourself by pacing the kitchen.

“That’s why he gave it to you.” Wanda says hesitantly, “Y/n, if you’re not 100% sure about this you need to tell Bucky right now. He’s all in.”

“Wanda I’m in love with him,” You laugh breathily, incredulously, “I’ve been in love with him. I’m scared.”

Wanda pauses. “Of Bucky?”

“Of… my feelings.” You’re over-simplifying it, but you know she’ll understand. You’d told her about your parents and their tumultuous relationship, the way it affected you. “Everything that comes with it.” You gesture vaguely even though she can’t see it.

“Bucky’s not going anywhere,” Wanda says like she knows it’s true. Maybe she did. “He’s not like-”

You snort. “I don’t really want to talk about my daddy issues right now.”

You can practically hear Wanda roll her eyes, “Whatever. All I know is that I’ve been inside both of your heads and I’ve never seen anything like what you two have. Like magnets.” She pauses, “Read the file. Figure it out.” The line goes dead.

With a groan you grab the box and lock yourself in your bedroom, ready for a long day.

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Bucky hasn’t heard from you since yesterday morning. Realistically, he knew you were just doing what he asked and it was a lot to take in. But still. Now it was Sunday night and he barely slept last night because of his nightmares and he just wanted you.

He had been thinking all day that maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe it was too much too soon.

Sometime in the afternoon, from his office on the floor below, Steve heard Bucky’s incessant pacing and went to check on him.

“What if she leaves?” Bucky whispered.

“She won’t.” Steve said, he was sure of it. Bucky throws him an exasperated look.

“What if she’s scared of me after she reads it?”

“Buck, you already tried to strangle her.” If looks could kill Steve would have been on the ground, “What? It’s true. If she was scared she would have been long gone by now.”

It was mostly the truth, but even Steve hadn’t read the file in its entirety. Bucky’s absentmindedly looking out the window when his new phone pings. He had been embarrassed to tell Tony he smashed his old one, but the other man simply nodded and there was one sitting on his bed last night.

Y/n: Come over.

Bucky doesn’t hesitate.

Bucky Barnes: On my way.

Your hands shake as they close the lid tight on Bucky’s file, the words flashing through your brain. His SHEILD file had been easy enough to read, there wasn’t much information and most of it pertained to Steve and WWII and his fall from the train.

It took you more than a day to read his HYDRA file. It was everything, from how they found him, made him the Winter Soldier.

The asset is not responding to traditional torture methods… asset’s enhanced abilities make him a threat to officers, must be restrained at all times… Electric shock has been used as a method of compliance… the asset does not recognize photos of close family…

You feel dizzy and nauseous. You would no longer have to imagine the horrors he went though, they would always be in your head now.

The asset tried to physically remove HYDRA prosthetic from his body. Needed urgent medical attention… Asset showed resistance to eliminating target, suggested use of psychoactive ingredients in next round of shock therapy…

Seven decades of torture laid out in front of you. The man you loved, a prisoner of war for so, so long. Pages and pages and you couldn’t stop reading. The worst were those first few years, what they had to do to turn him into an unrecognizable monster.

Asset is non-compliant with HYDRA missions, will require extra time and voltage in the shock chair…

Water is withheld from asset for 48 hours before next enhanced interrogation. When weak, his mind is more susceptible to influence…

You had felt faint when you read …asset attempted suicide by asphyxiation… six months after his capture.

Finally… we are certain that asset’s loyalties are with HYDRA.

After that there were a lot of detailed mission reports from Bucky himself. Mechanical. Non-feeling. They made him commit gruesome, horrific crimes like it was nothing. Innocent or guilty, he killed the people they told him to and reported back.

That’s all it is until Steve found him. Then there was no more HYDRA.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to hear him knock. When you don’t answer he opens the unlocked door and approaches where you’re sitting on the couch and rests a hand on your shoulder. You know it’s him immediately and rest one of your hands on top of his.

You sit like that for a moment.

“I’m really scared you’re gonna tell me that you realized I’m no good for you.” Bucky breaks the silence first.

You stand and turn to face him. He can tell you’ve been crying but he doesn’t say anything about it. One of your hands finds his shoulder and the other reaches up to trace your fingers across his jaw, his cheekbones, tucking some hair behind his ears. Your lips ghost over his before you pull him to you, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Bucky,” You breathe in his ear. Chills run down his spine. “I’m so sorry… for what they did to you.” He buries his face in your neck and shakes his head.

“The things I did…” He trails off.

“That wasn’t you.” You say surely, calmly. Certain.

“Don’t say that.” He untangles himself from your arms. “The things I did were very much me. You read the reports I wrote myself.” He’s not yelling, not angry. Just studying you intently, gauging your reaction.

“You didn’t even know your name,” You whisper. Bucky opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off, “Listen to me, Bucky. It wasn’t you that did those things and I know you might never be able to believe that but I do and I need you to know and understand that. I don’t care what anyone else thinks or says.”

He nods. You can’t read his face.

“And I’m sorry about the pain they caused you.” Your voice breaks. “And…I love you.” You didn’t even know what you were saying until it came out of your mouth. But it was true.

Bucky’s eyes snap up to meet yours. Hesitantly, with no malice in his voice, he says, “I don’t want you to say that because you feel sorry for me.” He didn’t deserve your love.

You give him a little smile and reach for his hand, fingers tracing up his arm, “No.” You say, “I love you because you bring me coffee on Tuesday mornings because you know I have a morning conference call. I love that you trusted me with all of this”- you gesture to his file- “And because you know what I’m about to say before I say it. The way you touch me.” Your eyes darken for a moment.

“I was in love with you before you ever kissed me.” You laugh, “You make me feel safe and you challenge me every day and I hate this speech so much but I’m in love with you.”

Bucky’s grinning, shaking his head, “All you’ve done is make my life difficult,” He says lightly. You’re both laughing, his hand finds your hip, “You’re all I think about. You’re all I worry about- I’ve never thought of all the ways I could lose someone before I met you. Your stupid face has me smiling all the time. No one’s scared of me anymore.” He throws his hands up with a dramatic eye roll.

“I’m better at this than you.” You cross your arms over your chest.

Bucky’s hand finds your cheek and he’s serious again, “I love you. You saved me.” His blue eyes search yours before he kisses you, full of passion, hand tangled in your hair. Your hands slide under his shirt leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pulls back, hand cupping your face, “And, oh my god, you’re so pretty.”

You laugh breathily, “So are you.”

“I’m pretty?” You both have goofy grins on your faces.

“Really pretty.”

Your hands slide farther up Bucky’s abdomen, towards his chest, pulling his shirt with them.

“What are you…?” Bucky trails off, with a long exhale, eyes fluttering closed as you trace over his abs and chest with your fingers. Before he realized what you were doing, you were pulling his shirt over his head.

His eyes open as you grab his hand and pull him down to the couch and straddle his waist. The act seems sexual, but the soft look in your eyes has him knitting his eyebrows in confusion. The moment turns serious again. You turn your attention to his left shoulder.

“I love this.” You say, fingers at the crook of his Vibranium arm, tracing up his bicep.

Bucky’s cheeks are red, and he can’t look you in the eye. You press your lips to the cold metal and he squirms away from you, uncomfortable.

“Y/n…”

You kiss his jaw, “What? It’s you.” Your fingers slide up his arm, to the spot where flesh meets metal. Shuri did such a good job with it, the transition is seamless.

You run your fingers over scars that you had previously thought were from HYDRA- five large, deep, long-healed scars where his shoulder meets his prosthetic. Now you know they were self-inflicted. You line each scar up with one of your fingers, tracing them towards his chest.

“You did this.” You say. It’s not a question or an accusation.

“I remember it hurting all the time. Wanting it off. Trying to take it off myself. I still hate it. I don’t get why… you…” Here he was, laying out all of his insecurities and broken pieces for you.

He didn’t get why you were here, in front of him, looking at him like that. He never would. But he would never question the god that put you here again.

He still won’t look at you, instead focusing on tugging gently at the ends of your hair, pulling the waves straight and watching them bounce back into place. Distracting himself.

“Bucky, look at me.” His eyes meet yours. They follow you as you slide off his lap and tuck yourself into his side. “I don’t love you despite all of this. Does that make sense?” He shrugs. You sigh, “It’s not like I read this stuff and thought ‘oh this sucks I maybe I can still love him’ I loved you and I read it and I still love you.”

You’re rambling, but you can’t stop, “You. I could care less about the arm. Keep it, or get rid of it, or replace with a bunch of knives like Edward Scissorhands.” You knew he would get the reference, you made him watch it on Halloween. He smiles a little. “But you would still be you.”

You gesture to the box on the ground, “All of that stuff, made you who you are today. Here with me. How could it ever make me leave you?”

“You should,” He says softly, looking up at you through thick lashes, “leave me.” He clarifies, even though you both know that’s not an option any more.

“You’re stuck with me, Barnes,” You lean up to suck his earlobe between your teeth, “You’re mine.”

Your words make him pull back, fists clenching, “I’m theirs, Y/n. They made very sure of that.” He stands, pushing you off him a little, “You should know… better than anyone.” His eyes drop to the purple bruises still littering your neck. He bends to pick up his shirt and cover himself, but you stand and stop him.

“They don’t get to have you,” You spit. Bucky knows you’re not frustrated with him, but with them. With HYDRA.

And then you’re kissing him, desperately, running your hands through his hair, pressing your body against his. His hands push your sweater down your arms.

“You’re…” He starts, but your lips are on his again, lighting every nerve in his body on fire.

“Yours.” You finish, warm breath hitting his ear, “I’m yours.”

Bucky nods desperately, dragging his lips down your jaw. His hand slides down your waist, hip, squeezing your ass. You gasp, trying to press yourself closer. He slides both hands down to your thighs, hoisting you up. You wrap your legs around his hips and grind down against him.

You feel your back hit the wall behind you. Your shirt rides up your sides, rough hands against your skin. His lips are latched to your collarbone, worshipping the skin there. Your head falls back against the wall with a soft thud.

Bucky looks at you: head thrown back in pleasure, lips parted in the soft light.

His knees almost give out.

“Bedroom,” You whisper in his ear. He doesn’t have a choice but to comply, latching his lips back to yours he blindly makes his way through your apartment, depositing you on your bed.

Bucky pushes you down on the mattress, body shaping to yours. Your hips strain forward, legs instinctively opening like a cradle. You feel him, hard against your clothed center.

“Oh god,” You moan, unable to stop your hips from jerking against his. He groans too, grinding against you. “Bucky.”

His teeth catch on the flesh under your jaw and he growls a deep, throaty sound of approval, “Keep saying my name like that.” He pants.

Bucky presses his hips to yours harder and sucks your earlobe between his teeth, skimming it with his tongue. His name falls from your mouth mindlessly, without a doubt his intention, “Bucky,”

With a pleased hum, he pulls away, sits back on his haunches to press his hand between your thighs. His fingers deftly work the button on your jeans, pulling them down your legs. His pants and your shirt are next. Having forgone a bra, you’re in front of him in just your panties, which he peels down your legs slowly.

“Fuck,” he says a little harshly, reverently. His cheeks are flushed. He licks his lips, eyes glazed, and his right hand skims down one of your thighs, sweeping over the gully between her hip bones. “You’re so gorgeous.”

You can’t help but blush under his intense scrutiny. You notice his eyes lingering on your neck, and slowly, he hunches back over and kisses you. Your lips part and welcome his tongue. Your hands reach down and unbutton his jeans, shoving them down his legs with his briefs. His cock bounces free against your abdomen.

His lips part from yours to trace down your jaw, then slowly, your neck. So gently, he ghosts his lips over the still-sore bruises. You sigh, eyes fluttering closed at the contact. “I’m so sorry,” He says into your skin, “I love you.” His flesh hand lifts to trace the bruises.

His hands shake.

“Bucky?” You ask, voice laced with concern.

He wants to laugh, because he doesn’t know why he’s feeling like this. Just feels overwhelmed. This feels different. You grab his hand, press it to the skin above your heart. Your heart raced underneath his palm, pounding hard. “It’s okay.” He searches your eyes, your mouth twitches with a smile, “Me too.”

The fast, rhythmic beating of your heart soothes him. He leans down again to kiss you, trying to put all of the love he’s feeling into it, “Make me yours.” He begs,

You sit up quickly, pushing him down on his back. You can’t help but run your hand over his cock experimentally. He inhales sharply, hips thrusting upward at the contact.

Habitually, Bucky reaches to your bedside table for a condom. Normally, he liked to take his time and make you come under his hands, his mouth before sliding into you, but tonight was different. He needed you now.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by your hand on top of his.

“I don’t….want…” You gesture to the condom in his hands, “Just you.”

Bucky nods, swallowing thickly.

“I’m clean,” You rush to say, “And I’m on birth control. And it’s only been you since-”

Bucky’s sitting up, chest against yours, kissing you sloppily, all tongue and teeth, hands knotted in yours hair. After a moment he falls back to the pillows, pulling you with him. Your hair curtains around both of your heads, shielding you from the outside world. Bucky kisses you again, soft, slow.

You shimmy up his body a little and reach between your legs to guide him inside you. The head of his cock parts your folds and you sink down on to him, undulating your hips a little so you can accommodate his length. You both groan at the sensation of being joined together without any barriers.

“Oh,” You sigh.

You drop your head to his neck, adjusting to his size. Bucky’s lips find the sensitive skin under your ear, worrying the skin there. Eventually you sit up, staring down at him with a shy smile.

Bracing your hands against his chest, you start to move slowly on top of him, rocking your hips forward. Bucky inhales through his teeth, his eyes darting between your face and the juncture of your bodies. Using your shins for leverage, you ride him. His fingers tighten on your thighs, and he groans gravelly, thrusting up into you. “My god, Y/n. You feel… so... fuck.”

“Mmm,” you hum in agreement, clenching around him. You smile when he moans louder.

“Oh, fuck.” He swears again harshly, and props himself up on an elbow, he slides a hand up your thigh and abdomen so he can cup your breast. He squeezes it firmly and you sigh and close your eyes. Teasing your nipple with one hand he sits up and pulls the other into his mouth. You thrust down on him harder, pussy fluttering around his cock from the pleasure.

“Bucky,” You gasp when his pelvic bone rubs against your clit. Your thigs are starting to burn with the strain of holding yourself up, but your clit is throbbing, arousal leaking out of you to ease the friction of his cock inside of you.

“Baby,” Bucky murmurs against your nest, nuzzling kisses up to your neck. “Let me.”

You’re confused as to what he means before he rolls you over on to your back. His cock slips out of you momentarily until he positions himself above you and then he’s pushing into you again, eliciting a moan.

He takes a leisurely pace until you adjust, and then he’s bracing himself on his forearms, careful not to pull on your hair. Then he begins thrusting more forcefully, one hand snaking down to light over your clit.

“Oh my god,” You whimper after a particularly hard thrust.

“You’re so tight. You feel so good,” Bucky presses his forehead against your cheek, breath hot and heavy on your neck.

“Y/n,” Bucky grits, you can tell he’s close, “Are you gonna come?” He forces out.

You moan softly, fingers carding through his damp hair. “Keep touching me like that.” You beg, jerking against him when you feel his fingers press harder against your clit.

“Fuck,” Your fingernails scratch down his back, causing Bucky to moan against you.

It doesn’t take long, with the manipulation of his clit enhanced by the sensation of his cock filling you, stretching your falls, and you come with an alarming suddenness only seconds later with an unrestrained cry.

Your walls pulse around his cock, and his grunts become raspier and more erratic- thrusts slamming into your hips, threatening to split you open. Your thighs fall open as far as they can, and you barely register when he comes inside you a moment later.

“Oh my god, Bucky,” You sound absolutely wrecked underneath him.

You look up at him. His body is pressed against yours, but he’s careful not to put his full weight on you. His eyes open slowly as he pulls out of you, rolling on his back before he pulls you to his chest.

“I love you so much,” He whispers, fingers tracing patterns on your cooling skin.

You pause, prop yourself up on his chest, “I love you too,” You say. You don’t look at him. Your voice sounds a million miles away.

“Hey,” Bucky says softly, tapping on your cheek, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” You try to sound confident, but you still won’t look at him.

“Did I hurt you?”

“What? God no. That was incredible,” You finally tilt your face up towards him. “Um, I’ve never said that to anyone before.”

Bucky sits up a little so he can get a better look at you. He smiles softly.

“It’s hard for me… my parents, they had a really… difficult relationship. It fucked me up,” You laugh a little, but you can’t find any other words. He knew you never really mentioned your mom and dad, but now he was realizing why.

“Oh.” Bucky says, “Oh.” He had been so caught up in what he was feeling, he didn’t stop to think that you might be feeling overwhelmed.

“He left her,” You cast your eyes downward, “And me.”

His heart sinks. “Those things I said about leaving… I didn’t mean it. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know! I’m not accusing you of anything.” You rush to say, “I know I just… wanted you to know.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks hesitantly. You’ve never opened up about your childhood to him, really never talked about anything before college. He suddenly feels like he’s been neglecting you because he’s never made you open up, like you had done to him.

It’s like you always knew what he needed and he was a step behind you.

“Not really,” You press a kiss to his chest. You feel his hesitation. “I will. Soon. We have time.” You smile softly before whispering, “I love you so much.”

There’s a lot more to say and you both know it. But there would be time. You had so much time.

Your legs tangle together, head fits under his shoulder. You fall asleep like that, tangled up together, not thinking about ever being separate again.

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Somewhere Inside (Disuphere series #4) Chapter 62

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Levi’s pretty sure that by the time he and Dominique are back from their last Dock Talk (God, that thought makes him so sad…) everybody will have forgotten all about going with him next door. But, turns out, as he squints in the sun, Levi can see Pearl, Jesus, Mariana and Francesca all waiting on the back step for them.

“So, Levi, if you need me to spy for anybody, just let me know. I’m the best backup for spying.” Francesca reassures.

“You guys...you don’t have to do this… It’s like eating into Feelings Time, and…” Levi hesitates.

“This is an important part of Feelings Time,” Pearl argues gently. “You feeling safe at home is important. And if you need all The Avoiders as backup to know it’s safe to go back? We’re all happy to do that with you.”

“Well, thank you,” Levi admits, ducking his head. Really, he’d just been hoping they’d forget all about it so that Levi could put it off some more. But the more Levi thinks about it, the more sense it actually makes to go in there with a ton of backup.

Way too soon, they’re at the door.

“You wanna do the honors?” Pearl asks.

Hesitantly, Levi takes out the key Pearl gave him, on the stress-cow keychain. He’s glad it’s not still on Carla’s keychain. That would feel too gross.

Behind him, Jesus says, “Hold up,” and slides his headphones into place over his ears. Then nods.

Levi’s confused, but unlocks the door. It’s a bit cleaner now. A bit better. He knows Pearl, Mari and Francesca had gone through and picked up the living room together last time. But Levi still has not been able to really touch his room at all, except for checking his closet that his lock box was still there.

The idea that she was in there, looking at all his stuff, touching his bed? It makes Levi nauseous. But he’s also glad he had his laptop with him. Knows that as Pearl doesn’t sleep in a bedroom, having the living room tossed was an awful invasion of privacy. She still hasn’t even touched her laptop, to Levi’s knowledge. Maybe she will now, with The Avoiders as backup.

They stand in the living room, not really moving until Pearl finally does. Cleo’s whining. She gets that something’s still not right. She did it before, too. It’s like she could smell Carla in here.

“So, where should we start?” Mariana asks.

“Doing what?” Levi asks.

“Well, you guys wanna feel safe here, right. So we wanna help you make it like you left it.” Mariana answers.

“Wherever you see an obvious mess, if you feel comfortable, you can tidy it. But Jesus, Levi, Dominique? No pressure.” Pearl reassures.

“Why, Dominique, no pressure?” Dom asks, suspicious.

“Because, you seemed especially sensitive to Peanut Butter Cookie’s vibes. So, feel free to avoid them.” Pearl reassures.

Resolutely, Levi heads downstairs to his room.

“Can I come?” Jesus asks.

“Can I?” Francesca echoes.

“Yeah, come on,” Levi nods. He figures it might be better, if both he and Jesus have trauma and cleaning issues, to have Francesca (who doesn’t) with them, too.

Levi takes a deep breath and opens his door. Gives his room a once over. His heartbeat picks up in his chest, looking at the mess his previously spotless room is. The bed’s got the quilt and the sheet thrown back. Pillow on the floor. Mattress is crooked on the boxspring. Closet doors open. The weird fabric drape Pearl hung over his bedside table is rumpled in a way that suggests Carla was looking for something.

“She messed this up,” Francesca observes, breathless. “Why?”

“Because she’s terrible,” Jesus fills in.

Gingerly, Francesca steps inside and picks up Levi’s pillow from the floor. Sets in on his bed.

Levi and Jesus exchange looks, as Francesca goes about pulling the sheet to rights, talking softly to herself: “We gotta fix this. Nobody messes with The Avoiders.” She looks over her shoulder at Levi, sympathetic. “Don’t worry, Levi. I’ll fix this all up.”

“Thanks,” he manages. Somehow, though, he’s rooted to the spot until Francesca’s managed to pull the quilt back up, too. It’s not the neatest job, but it’s ten times better than seeing what Carla had done.

When Francesca’s done, Levi watches as Jesus swallows and walks up to the bed, straightening out the boxspring and the drape thing on his table.

Finally, Levi can go inside, too. He risks another look at his closet. Makes sure all his clothes are there. Hung up. Double checks that his lock box is secure in the most unreachable dark corner, under some shelves. She hadn’t found it there once. That meant his hiding place still worked.

Pearl had waited until Francesca left with Levi and Jesus to risk checking on her laptop. She’s put it off long enough. Finally, Pearl dares turn it on. But she loses courage at the last second, and decides to redirect.

First, she goes through her journal, which Levi has always respected, wherever Pearl left it last. Usually, it’s tucked between the couch cushions, but ever since Mom’s been here, it’s been dead center on the coffee table. Finally, Pearl takes a deep breath and opens it, with Mariana and Dominique on either side. She finds pages where she’s mentioned Mom, scrawled with red ink. Whole passages are crossed out, with NO’s written in all caps, beside things she does not agree with.

(Seriously. Her only saving grace is that Pearl had not written anything about Levi disclosing to her. Pearl couldn’t imagine Levi’s betrayal if he knew her mom knew he’d said anything.)

“Well, this is garbage,” Pearl sighs. It breaks her heart, too, because this was the journal she had managed to keep writing in after losing Gracie. It still has some Gracie references in it, at the beginning.

Suddenly, Pearl flips to the front of her journal, where she’d tucked several pictures of Gracie. As a puppy, still being trained. A favorite picture from around the time Jesus visited the first time, side by side with Pearl. And a photo of Grace near the end of her life, going grey, but still so loyal. So there. So everything.

All the pictures are gone.

Pearl swallows her tears and angrily goes to her computer, clicking keys loudly. Instantly sees the email is still there as it has been. Pearl hasn’t managed to click on it yet. Anything titled “Love you!!!” from her mother? Was highly suspect.

“What is it?” Dominique asks.

“She took all the pictures of my dog,” Pearl remarks, wiping her eyes. “I had some in my journal and they’re gone. I’ve had this email from her since then, too. And I can’t read it. I might wanna curl up in a corner and never come out.”

“I can delete it. Or read it and delete it. Whatever,” she offers.

“Yeah, read it, please, I’d always rather know what’s going through her mind. If you’re okay.” Pearl double checks.

“Oh, I got this. You want me to share anything? Highlights, so we can mock it?” Dominique wonders.

“Sure,” Pearl manages.

“Good morning...Pearl, she says she hopes you’re well, I doubt that,” Dominique comments. “She’s made many mistakes but she can’t figure out why you don’t wanna talk to her.”

“Yeah, she knows.” Pearl nods.

“Hateful, judgemental, unforgiving, wow…” Dominique breathes. “Don’t be so hateful and judge so much. She’s only human. And, oh...my God. Your mother.” Dominique scoffs, a smile somehow on her face. “Life is short and the only guarantee is death.”

“Dramatic much?” Mariana asks.

“Right?” Pearl asks back, cuddling Cleo, and feeling the tremendous ache in her heart without her favorite pictures of Gracie to remember her by. “Anything else?”

“She’s...judging your world. And wondering why you wouldn’t want to come do all the things with her… Hmm, I wonder. Also...shit.”

“What?” Pearl asks.

“She said she expects a response, same day, or she’s coming out here, and you’ll regret it. I guess she meant this?” Dominique asks.

“I guess so.” Pearl nods.

“Okay, so get this? It ends: Love you no matter what, with about a thousand exclamation points….” Dominique remarks, skeptical.

“Gross,” Mariana scoffs.

“But so typical…” Pearl sighs.

Francesca’s doing her best to make sure all the blankets on Levi’s bed are perfectly straight because that’s how he makes it. Levi’s still cleaning his closet. Jesus and Dudley are supervising.

She’s up by the top of the bed, by the wall, when she slips a little on something. She looks down on the floor, and reads the piece of paper. Tucks it into her fanny pack.

“Levi, is that the way your bed usually looks?” Francesca asks, swallowing. Hoping she doesn’t look like she’s hiding something. Avoiders don’t lie, but maybe they should about this.

“Yeah, looks good. Thank you.”

“I gotta go pee,” she lies. (Hoping Jesus and Levi will forgive her.) Instead, she finds Mariana on the couch and nods at her, toward the door.

“Be back guys,” Mariana reassures. “What’s up?” she asks, as soon as the doors to Pearl and Levi’s cabin are closed.

“I found something I think from Pearl’s mom. In Levi’s room.” Francesca kneels on the grass and unzips her fanny pack. Takes the piece of paper out. Shows Mari.

Keep your mouth shut you little shit.

Mariana breathes. “Did you read this?”

“Yeah,” Francesca admits.

“Did Levi?” Mari asks.

“No. I kinda lied about finding it. I didn’t want him to be scared. He said she’s his trauma. Like the bad guy who took Jesus is Jesus’s trauma. If that bad guy wrote Jesus something like this, we wouldn’t want Jesus to see it, right?” Francesca asks, eyes wide.

“No,” Mariana shakes her head. “But we don’t choose for each other. Levi has the right to know about this.”

“I don’t want him to. I don’t want her to come back and get him, maybe.” Francesca worries.

“She won’t. She wrote this before Jesus made her leave Pearl and Levi alone.” Mariana insists.

“So, I have to show him this?” Francesca asks.

“That would be the respectful thing to do, yeah.” Mari says, like she’s sad about it.

Francesca walks slowly to the door and pulls it open. Finds Pearl crying and hugging Levi. Jesus clicking buttons on his phone. Dominique asking where the trash is on Pearl’s laptop.

“Um...Levi?” Francesca asks. (She can feel that Mariana’s come up behind her. Has a hand on her shoulder. “I found this when I was fixing your bed…” she admits, holding out the piece of paper.

“Okay…” he says, quiet. He walks over to take it from her.

“It has one bad word in it,” she cautions.

“Thanks for the heads up…” he whispers, but then Francesca watches him read and get pale.

Jesus walks up, too. “What is it, man?” he asks Levi, and Levi gives him the paper.

“This is her acting out because she’s losing her power. And she did this before I told her I’d go public with all the shit everybody in town has on her.” Jesus says it calmly. Francesca doesn’t totally understand. But she does feel safe, because Jesus makes sure they are. It’s one of his best skills. Francesca hopes she can be as good at Jesus at protecting someday.

“I got an email but it wasn’t current either,” Pearl admits.

“Okay? So you guys are okay,” Jesus reassures.

“Yeah, she can’t hurt you anymore,” Francesca insists.

“She stole my best pictures of Gracie…” Pearl manages.

“No, she didn’t,” Levi tells her. He reaches into his pocket. “Jesus found these in my trash can. I think she was trying to pin it on me. But you know I haven’t even been here, right?” he asks, offering the pictures.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” Pearl asks. She grabs the pictures and looks at them like they’re treasure. “Oh God, Gracie…” Pearl says a bunch of times. “They’re not even wrinkled or ripped?”

“No, just there. Like she wanted you to find them there,” Jesus says. “Face-up.”

“She’s a piece of work…” Pearl says.

“I still feel like she’s gonna...I don’t know…” Levi manages. “But I didn’t do that, I promise. I didn’t steal your pictures of Gracie. Please don’t kick me out…”

“I’m not kicking you out. I know you didn’t do it. Let’s go. You can throw that away,” Pearl says, noticing the note from her mom in Levi’s hand.

“Can we still have Feelings Time?” Francesca asks. “Even though it’s getting later?”

“Definitely,” Jesus says, coming up and asking to put an arm around Francesca and Mariana. Ahead of them, Levi has one arm around Pearl and Dominique is walking next to them.

All the Avoiders together.

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 8.1

Hope

I held my phone snug against my ear as I walked, constantly checking my surroundings with every step I took. I was on my way back to my room from my work study job in the library and because my hours could often be a bit ridiculous, I found myself speed walking through campus a little after ten p.m. I tried to call Destani, hoping that maybe she could meet up with me halfway just so I wouldn’t have to walk alone at this hour, but I got no answer from her. So, my best bet was to call my aunt, even though she was miles away and there wasn’t much she could do in the case of an emergency. She’d made it a point to remind me to call her as often as possible, especially on the nights that I had to walk anywhere alone. “Hey Auntie.” I greeted, smiling at the thought of her being able to cheer me up. I still felt like I had a dark, gloomy cloud floating constantly over my head, seeing as I had yet to talk to him and I hadn’t quite been able to pull myself out of this depressing funk.

“Hey baby. Did you just get off work?” She asked.

“Yeah… I figured I would give you a call like you said I should since it’s pretty late.” I said, giggling along with her.

“Well, how was your day sweetie? I know you’re exhausted after working all night.”

“No, I’m fine actually. A little tired, but I’m fine. How was your day at the hospital?” I asked, stifling a yawn to prove to her that I wasn’t as tired as she’d assumed me to be… though in reality I was. She sighed and I could only imagine the expression of fatigue on her face “The same as usual… long and tiring as I don’t know what.”

That had always been one of the many reasons why I always admired my aunt not only as a guardian, but also as an independent and hard-working woman… working as a registered nurse in a hospital with the same people, constantly forcing you into the worst mood on a daily basis, had to be one hell of a job. Rarely did she ever complain though. With the occasional rant about how much her co-workers exhausted her, I would never even know how much she hated the job. But, as she’d told me once before, it put plenty of food on the table, a roof over our heads, and “she knew my mother would be rolling in her grave if she didn’t work hard to put me through college.” “Well, I think I should just let you go now so you can go ahead and get some rest.” I suggested, preparing myself to end this short banter for the sake of her obvious exhaustion.

“Girl, you know better… your aunt is never too tired to talk to you, especially when you walking around on that campus at night like you are. You better stay on this phone ‘til you get to your room.” I giggled at her sudden earnestness and the abrupt lack of the drowsiness in her voice. Finally reaching the set of double glass doors of my building, I whipped out my student i.d. and slid it through the detection slot beside the door.

“Well, I think I’m just gonna talk to my manager to see if maybe I can have someone meet up with me inside the library to walk me to my room. I don’t like having to wake you up from your sleep to verbally walk me to where I need to be.” She laughed just as the door clicked and opened. I pulled one of the doors open and slipped my card back down into my pocket, trekking through the nearly deserted lobby of the building. With the exception of a few people laying out on the couches across from the large screen television, everyone else from the dorm were all probably tucked in for the night or out and about on the campus. “I’m surprised you didn’t call your other half to come walk with you.” She joked, which unfortunately did not cause me to laugh. I hadn’t quite informed my aunt of where he and I stood right now and in all honesty… I didn’t plan on delivering that news to her any time soon. I didn’t want to have her believing that I was down here, suffering from a broken heart because of him. To me, being in college meant I was officially an adult, which meant I’d reached the point in my life that I should be competent enough to resolve my own problems and issues without my aunt always being there to pick up the pieces. I didn’t want her to doubt me as the strong young woman she’d raised me as and I definitely didn’t want her to judge me and think for a moment that I was weak because of the way I sat through the verbal mauling from Chris. “Yeah, um… have you spoken to Ms. Joyce and Ms. Cynthia?” I asked, hoping she would just go with the flow and not reverse back to that sensitive topic.

“You know what, I actually had lunch with Joyce and Tootie earlier this afternoon. Joyce brought the baby along and I swear, that boy is looking more and more like Chris every day. And I talked to Cynthia just the other day.” I smiled to myself at the thought of Jaylen. I could only imagine just how much more he looked like his father now. Just picturing him and that adorable little toothless grin was enough to put a huge beam on my otherwise tired face. “That’s good. So I guess that means everyone is doing fine there.” I presumed, rounding the corner on the final flight of steps to the second floor.

She chuckled softly and I smiled… her laugh had always been so contagious and heartwarming “Yes, that means everyone here in Richmond is doing just fine. Now, how are you, Destani, and Chris doing? Ya’ll aren’t up there getting into anything you ain’t got no business in, are you?”

“No Auntie… we’re all doing fine and we’re not doing anything here that you wouldn’t approve of.” I assured her, amused at the prospect of her thinking we would all get here and go wild. Sliding my room key into the lock on the door, I pushed against it after it clicked open and stepped into the dark room. I had assumed that Destani would be back in the room by now… she’d texted me earlier, letting me know that she was going over to the café for dinner, but that was nearly three hours ago. I had no clue where she could be now, but I knew it surely couldn’t be her silhouette sitting quietly on the edge of my bed. My phone was nearly forgotten and almost toppled to the floor as I stood there, frozen by the sight of him slowly lifting his head to face me. He held my gaze for a while and I don’t think he ever broke it, even after I tore my eyes away from him and pressed my phone up against my ear.

“Um… Auntie, can I… can I call you back later?” I muttered, refusing to look at him for fear of stumbling over my words.

“Oh, did you made it to your room okay? You sound like something’s wrong… is everything alright?” She asked, concern clearly evident in her voice.

“Yeah… yes, everything is fine. But I’ll call you back tomorrow, okay?” Finally biding her adieu, I focused all of my attention straight ahead, wondering why he was sitting on my bed and how he even got into this room.

Chris

I stared at her hard, almost unblinking. I knew she was most probably wondering why I was just sitting there staring at her like a damn fool, but I couldn’t help it… she was just so unbelievably beautiful, even in her leggings and t-shirt with the most exhausted, yet shocked expression on her face. After staring at me with her mouth hanging open for a while, she finally closed it and blinked a few times, dropping her gaze and her head altogether. “I um… Destani let me in.” I mumbled. I had originally planned to approach her in the library or somewhere along the route she walked to get back to her dorm, but I figured it probably made more sense to have this particular conversation in the privacy of one of our rooms. So, on my way here from my dorm, I simply sent Destani a text letting her know I was on my way up so she could, hopefully, let me in. No lie, I was surprised as shit, when I made it up to their room and discovered that she had indeed left the door unlocked for me as well as vacating the room. With a sigh, I glanced down at the pendant in my hands and anxiously licked my lips. I knew everything I was planning to spill to her could have one of two outcomes… she was either gonna break up with me, or she would end up heartbroken… both of which I didn’t want to face. With another moistening swipe of my tongue over my lips, I raised my gaze and locked it on her, watching as she nervously stood there staring down at the floor.

“I know you probably wondering why I’m even here,” I mumbled, looking back down at the pendant, “I got a lotta shit to get off my chest and I um… don’t wanna keep secrets from you anymore.” She quickly jerked her head up to face me and it instantly became that much harder to prepare myself to admit what I’d done. “First, I have to apologize for the way I spoke to you that night after the party. I don’t wanna make excuses for all the shit I said to you Sy, but none of it was me… none of it. I was overwhelmed with anger for what I’d done and I didn’t know any other way to express that,” Pausing to take a breath and calm myself, I glanced over at her to see that she’d leaned back against the door, bracing herself for whatever I had to say, “I had no reason to take all my anger out on you the way I did and it took having somebody else tell me that for me to realize it. You know I love you too much to ever seriously mean any of the shit I said and you don’t know how fucking stupid I felt after kicking you outta my truck.” Dropping my guilty gaze down to my hands, I closed my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and stood slowly from the edge of her bed “I was acting off of what I’d done. I didn’t know how the fuck to react to seeing you dancing with Benny so I flipped my guilt and turned it into anger… throwing the shit at you to… to make myself feel better, I guess.” Easing closer to her, I licked my newly parched lips and stared at her, desperately hoping and praying she wouldn’t react any worse than how I predicted she would.

“What did you do Chris?” She whispered, latching her hand onto the handle of the door. I continued to edge closer to her, quickly losing my ability to stay sane and not shout out that I’d let some random bitch suck my damn dick. I was starting to feel like a tweaking ass crackhead as I bit back the truth, mentally piecing together the right words to say rather than letting it all slip in one big ass blur. “You know I love you Sy’Diyah, you know I do… and you know I would never intentionally do anything to hurt y…”

“What did you do?” She interjected, raising her tone just a tad higher than that of a whisper. Anxiously moistening my lips once more, I stopped dead in my tracks and stared… momentarily speechless and left nearly stunned by what I knew I eventually had to say. I didn’t want to, shit… I swear I didn’t want to, but I needed her to know that this relationship was based on a lot of things, one of which happened to be honesty. No matter how damn horrible the deed was… telling her had to be done and the shit was only gonna eat away at my ass until I did.

“What did you do Chris?’ She half shouted, snapping me out of my daze by pounding her small fists against the door she continued to lean against. “Um, well… there’s this… this girl...”

“Did you have sex with her?” She asked abruptly, shocking me with her directness. Rubbing a nervous hand across the back of my neck, I quickly shook my head and sighed “No, but she…”

“She touched you, right?” She asked, arms now crossed tight over her chest to display just how pissed she was.

“Well yeah, but…” I couldn’t help but pause at the sight of her smirking with her lips twisted irritably to one side… it was as if her stance was enough to knock my ass silent.

“Wow, you’re such a dog Chris,” She mumbled, barely over a whisper, “A nasty, filthy, disgusting fucking dog.” “Baby, I’m sorry… it just…”

“You let some girl, some random hoe, touch you… with her mouth, right?” I couldn’t even respond. Instead, I simply stood there staring at her, dreadfully fearing all that she had to say.

“You can’t be sorry… I know you can’t.” Whisking past me in her haste of fury, she marched over to her bed and dropped her bag, keeping her back to me all the while. I knew she was crying and the thought alone forced me to the brink of losing my mind and bursting into my own onslaught of tears. I swear, if I could rewind time back to that night, Lord knows I would have just kept my ass in this very damn room with her rather than jumping at the opportunity to make my appearance at that Godforsaken party, knowing full and damn well every hoe in there would jump at the opportunity to get at me. “You made me promise, Chris…” She muttered, sitting down on the edge of her bed and making her face just visible enough for me to see a few wet streaks, “You made me promise to you that every inch of my body, would only be yours and no one else’s. You made the same promise to me and you broke it that easily… for some girl.” Parting her lips to continue, she barely got a word out before breaking completely down and sobbing into the palms of her hands. Shit, shit, SHIT… I made a fucking vow to myself that I would never be the cause of her tears and here I was, watching her bawl her eyes out over me “You did everything… everything to… to get me to let my guard down and I… I did, for you and this relationship. And now you… God, why would you do this to me?” She cried, slowly ripping my heart to shreds with each tear she shed. I couldn’t bear seeing, listening, or even thinking about her crying this hard over some stupid shit that I did, so I moved toward her only to have her hop up from the bed and quickly make her way around me to the door. Unlatching each lock, she swung it open and stood there, crying and staring down at the floor with so much pain on her face.

“Please, close the door Hope.” I whispered, slowly turning to face her and the wide-open door. A few people passed in the hall, heading off in different directions for the night, but because it was so late, I could only imagine most of them being buzzed, tired, or just too dazed to notice the door open. “Get out.” She said, never once looking up at me. There wasn’t really much that I could do but either walk the fuck out, since I had indeed kicked her out of my truck just about a week ago, or I could stay the fuck right where I stood and do what I came here to do. I didn’t intend on leaving this room without solving this fucked up problem that I’d laid out on the table and I needed her to understand that we would get absolutely nothing resolved if we both kept doing this whole ‘get out’ shit.

“Sy please… just close the door.” I begged Shaking her head and closing her eyes, she sniffled and held on tight to the door knob.

“Get out Chris.” She demanded.

Moving toward her, I could clearly sense her body tensing the closer I got and I stopped beside her, reaching for her hand and gently pulling it away from the door. She shook her head, releasing a fresh batch of tears as I pulled her body close to mine. I was slightly skeptical by the way she responded to my touch… she didn’t even bother fighting me off like I’d assumed she would. Instead, she only sobbed harder, leaning against my chest as I pushed the door shut and locked each latch. “Chris please don’t… don’t do this to me. Just leave.” She sobbed, contradicting her words by pressing her soaked face against the upper half of my chest. I gently pushed her body back against the door, capturing her wrists and raising them to press them flat against the door on each side of her head. She tilted her head back, exposing the front side of her neck to me and I snatched up the opportunity, leaning forward and meshing my lips against the sensitive flesh. She moaned softly, yet her tears continued to flow generously down her reddened cheeks. I eased my lips up to her chin and kissed her there, gathering a few of her tears against my mouth. “Please,” She whispered, clenching her hands into fists and squinting her glossy orbs, “Chris, please.”

I could feel her left leg lifting, grazing against my right side and I released her arms to reach down and grip the thickness of her thigh, wrapping her leg around my waist. She slid her hands down my chest and gripped my shirt, holding onto me as if I would move away from her, even though I was quite sure that mere seconds ago that’s exactly what she wanted me to do. I trailed my lips along her jaw line to her ear lobe, sucking it into my mouth and flicking the tip of my tongue over it. Cupping each side of her face, I gently ran the tips of my fingers through her hair, caressing her scalp as I massaged her ear lobe with my tongue. The grip she had on my shirt tightened and through my peripheral I could see that she’d tucked her bottom lip into her mouth and shut her eyes, enjoying the feeling of my tongue inching closer and closer to her spot.

“I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I whispered, running the tip of my tongue along the edge of her ear.

“Why?” She asked. I shook my head and eased my way around to her lips, staring down at them as I leveled my breathing and slowly swiveled my hips in full figured eights against her mid-section.

“I’m sorry.” It was all I could say, because honestly… I didn’t know why. I couldn’t tell her why if I didn’t even know the reason. I didn’t feel like anything I was saying to her mattered much… all my apologizes and every bit of the damn explanation I threw at her was only a waste of time from what I could see. Hiking her further up the door and wrapping her right leg around my waist, I decided the only way for me to gain at least an ounce of her interest, would be for me to do away with the verbal shit and offer what I’d promised to be hers and only hers.

TBC...

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jennycalendar · 7 years

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Imperfections (5/?)

or: finally things start happening in regards to jenny and faith

it’s also on ao3

Faith had just put a stake (or, more accurately, a giant wooden beam) through Kakistos when a disheveled Giles raced in, followed by Ms. Calendar. “Buffy!” he said with utter relief. “We—are you all right?”

“I think we’re good,” said Buffy with a small smile at Faith, who was pretty sure she might be shaking a little but still managed a convincing smile back.

To Faith’s surprise, Ms. Calendar very quietly stepped past Buffy and Giles, coming up to her with a slightly nervous expression. “I—heard about Kakistos,” she said tentatively, and the quiet, worried sympathy in her eyes made Faith suddenly, violently angry. As much as she’d initially liked Ms. Calendar, she still didn’t like it when people looked at her like that. Like they were somehow high enough above her to be concerned for her or some shit like that.

“So?” said Faith coolly.

Ms. Calendar didn’t seem fazed by this, but she did school her expression into something less readable. Faith didn’t want to like her for that, and tried not to. “So I wanted to ask where you were staying,” she said. “I’m guessing it’s at the motel?”

Faith nodded slowly.

“Look.” Ms. Calendar twisted her hands, halfway glancing over at Giles and Buffy (who were talking quietly with near-identical exhausted expressions on both their faces) before continuing. “I know you’re a smart, capable Slayer, and I don’t want this offer to seem like I’m trying to patronize you or anything, because I get the sense you’ve been taking care of yourself for a good amount of time. But if you’re staying in Sunnydale—”

“Never said I was,” said Faith, fixing her with her best annoyed stare. She hated herself for it, a little, because she had a feeling Ms. C was just trying to help or whatever, but she didn’t want that kind of help. Or need it.

Ms. Calendar still looked unbothered. This was unusual to Faith. Generally, the kind people she met were always cowed by her indifference or (if it came down to that) her anger, but—it almost looked like Ms. Calendar was giving her a flat, disinterested look right back. Granted, her eyes were still reassuring and soft, but Faith couldn’t all the way tell whether or not Ms. Calendar was just trying to look brash and indifferent or whether a part of her really was.

Despite herself, Faith was intrigued. “If I was,” she said carefully, still keeping her tone neutral, “what would you be offering?”

“My place has a spare room,” said Ms. Calendar. “And I can install a lock on the door, so you’ll have privacy from the rest of the house.”

Faith imagined sleeping somewhere that wasn’t a motel, staying with this woman who seemed a strange mixture of sharpness and softness, and felt a strange ache in her chest at the thought. It took her a moment to realize that it was want, a deeper kind than just wanting a weapon or a leather jacket, and it scared her more than she cared to admit. The question that came to mind was What happens when you get tired of me? but she bit it back, taking a ragged breath.

“You don’t have to answer right now—”

“Okay.”

Ms. Calendar blinked, startled. Faith liked that. She didn’t like conforming to people’s expectations, and if Ms. Calendar was confused by her, she couldn’t reject her. Not that Faith would care, because she could always just go back to the crap motel, but— “I have to pick up some stuff from the motel first,” she said.

“I’ll come with you,” said Ms. Calendar. “Someone’s gotta pay for damages.” She didn’t say it in an accusing way, just matter-of-fact.

“You don’t need to do that,” said Faith sharply.

“Yeah, well, otherwise you get a bunch of calls from the motel guy and he eventually takes someone to court,” said Ms. Calendar with a small, amused smile. “Trust me. When I was sixteen, I broke the window of a lady’s house with a brick when I was trying to steal her cat, and I almost got sued over it.”

“What?”

“Long story. Involves magic. I’ll tell you when we know each other a little better.” Ms. Calendar walked away, falling into step with Giles and saying something quietly to him. He smiled at her and wound an arm around her waist.

Faith watched them for a moment (Ms. Calendar’s soft, unguarded eyes, Giles’s easy smile) and then followed, not entirely sure what she was feeling. Or maybe (and this was the option she was leaning towards) she just didn’t want to think about it.

Faith was quiet during the car ride back. Jenny had Rupert drop them off at the school so she could get her car, and kissed him goodnight in the parking lot.

“Get a new car,” she said as she let go of his hands.

“I love you too, dear,” said Rupert with a small smile. Jenny fixed him with a pointed look. “But yes,” he agreed reluctantly. “I do need a new car.”

Jenny kissed him again, harder this time, mostly because she was really excited about having a boyfriend who didn’t drive a Citroen with the windows still smashed in from that one time zombies had tried to kill them. She pulled away to hug him, said, “We’re going car shopping this weekend,” ignored Rupert’s groan, and hurried across the parking lot to where Faith was waiting by Jenny’s car, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

“Nice car,” said Faith, jerking her head towards the Beetle. It wasn’t clear whether or not she meant it.

“I thought it was the cutest thing back in my twenties,” said Jenny. “It doesn’t really work for driving around the kids, though. I’m thinking of getting an SUV.”

“So you’re like the Scooby mom or something?” said Faith, a derisive laugh in her voice.

Jenny didn’t let it sting. “I like to think of myself as the Scooby cool aunt, but yeah, I’m probably the mom,” she joked, unlocking the car. “You want the radio?”

Faith shrugged.

“Cool.” Jenny got in, starting up the engine. “Buckle your seatbelt,” she reminded Faith, who gave her what was very clearly an are you serious look. Jenny gave Faith the look she’d gotten very used to giving Xander. Faith obliged, but did it somewhat huffily.

It felt strange and natural to drive with Faith in the front seat. Jenny chalked it up to taking care of Willow and Xander over the summer. Somewhere along the line, she had turned into some kind of a mom, which made her want to laugh. She turned on the radio instead.

They drove mostly in silence, although Jenny did catch Faith quietly tapping along to the rhythm of one of the songs out of the corner of her eye. The more she saw of Faith, the more she wanted to help her, but she knew it was going to be an uphill battle. Like trying to help me, Jenny thought, and smiled slightly. She remembered what it was like to want everyone to believe you were strong, and to be angry at anyone who tried to love you too much.

Jenny pulled up next to her house and got out of the car, Faith following. “The spare room has a bed, but not much else,” she said apologetically as she unlocked the front door. “I mostly set it up since Xander and Willow stayed over on occasion last summer, but if you’re planning on staying long-term, I can definitely take you out to buy more furniture.”

“Bed’s fine,” said Faith, breezing past her without looking her in the eye. “Just through that door?”

Jenny nodded, watching her go.

The spare room was small and lit with a yellowy glow from the crappy overhead light. There were a few posters up, charts and lists written in loopy cursive that seemed to fit Ms. Calendar nicely. Faith paused by a moon chart and saw that Ms. Calendar had stuck post-its all over it with notes in various languages. Seemed like Ms. Calendar was just as much of a nerd as her boyfriend.

Faith sat down on the bed. The sheets were soft, and not at all cheap-motel scratchy; they’d been washed recently. Faith wondered for the first time if Ms. Calendar had been planning to ask her to stay earlier than this, but decided against it. She tossed her duffel bag down at the foot of the bed, kicked off her shoes, and changed quietly into a large, worn nightshirt, settling herself under the covers.

She didn’t want to feel safe. She hated that. She’d thought she was safe with her Watcher, and it had gotten taken away, and now she was stupid enough to start thinking that maybe Ms. Calendar could be some kind of help to her. She didn’t want to like Ms. Calendar any more than you’d like some cool teacher who made funny jokes. Ms. Calendar wasn’t like anyone Faith had ever met. She liked Faith, but she wasn’t taken aback when Faith didn’t like her. She didn’t have time for idiots, but she was letting Faith stay in her house. Lots of qualities that made sense by themselves, but definitely not paired together.

Faith refused to let herself be lulled into a false sense of security. Kakistos was dead, sure, but that didn’t mean some other big bad could come after her or (Faith’s stomach clenched) after Ms. Calendar, who for all her calm determination didn’t really seem like the type to face down a master vampire. She closed her eyes, pulled the covers tight around her, and tried to ignore the way it felt to be warm and safe, because she knew that nothing like this ever lasted.

#fic #imperfections #jenny and faith #finally that tag gets to be used again

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miraculouskeeperoftheworld · 7 years

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A Taste of His Own Medicine

Atlernative name: You’re an Idiot

Requested by Shipping Anon! A Sokeefe first kiss one shot!

https://www.fanfiction.net/story/story_preview.php?storyid=12310777&chapter=1

“Keefe!” Sophie yelled, disturbing the quiet of the silver Elite Tower’s common area. “I’m trying to study! This is kind of a big deal, and you aren’t helping!”

Keefe pouted as he added another doodle onto her book’s margins. It was a near perfect sketch of her yelling at him.

“You know,” he slyly said, smirking, “You’re cute when your angry.”

She slammed her book in his face, almost clipping his nose.

“Now you’ve done it.” Fitz mumbled from an overstuffed chair, his eyes quickly skimming a large text book as Sophie stormed out.

Sophie marched up to the door leading to the outside, a few prodigies waving hi to her as she did. But she ignored them, still seething. Every time. Every time she tried to study around Keefe he always wrote in her book, tapping her on the shoulder or making silly faces until she wrote back. At first it was funny, but did he not realize what was at stake?! If she didn’t get high enough scores… She pulled on her white level six robes, wishing they were silver like Keefe’s.

She shoved her hand much harder against the door then she needed. It flew open, crashing against the gilded wall.

“Wait! Foster!” an annoying voice in the near distance yelled, the sound of books flying and a few scattered noises of surprise followed as he quickly apologized, his loud footsteps never stopping.

Nope. Nope. Nope. She was done.

“Hey, I said wait!”

“Do you ever do anything you’re told. No, so why should I listen to you.” She growled back as he reached her.

“Woah, Foster, you’re killing me here!” He fanned the air in front of his face, his eyes watering a bit. Those stupid ice blue eyes always seemed to say more than he ever would. She could see remorse flowing through them under his icy outer shell, but it meant nothing. He was just going to do it again. He didn’t seem to realize or care how important it was to her…

Sophie flicked her head back around, letting her hair all but hit him as she pushed on the door again. Keefe grabbed her arm as she went to walk outside. “Come on, can’t we talk? You know that’s not fair…”

“I’m not trying to be fair Keefe.” She twisted around, his hand easily falling off. “I’m trying to leave. I’ve had it with you. You don’t ever care that-“ She shook her head. She wasn’t confessing like this. “Forget it.”

“Sophie!” He yelled as she began to go through the door, causing her to freeze.

“You, said my name.” She tried to ignore the blush that settled on her cheeks. Of course that caused Keefe to give a stupid grin, though she wasn’t sure if he actually realized her true feelings though…

She turned back around, her feet slowly shuffling through the snow as she half waited for him to call out her name again, but it never came. Instead the only noise was the whistling of the wind through the frozen path. Part of her wanted to run back into the spiraling tower, to confess everything to him, but she doubted he would return her feelings. He was an empath, so he must already know, but he didn’t seem to care. And even though she was trying desperately to get into the elite towers, he didn’t seem mind not seeing her next year.... He didn’t care that it was important to her, because it wasn’t to him.

As the cold winter wind whipped across her cheek, she tried to hold in the tears and fear and sadness that began to bubble up. She pulled her cloak tighter around her as she stomped through the snow, knowing he was trapped behind, unable to follow her. Maybe it was better this way.

“What am I going to do Fiiitz.” She groaned as she laid sprawled across Keefe’s bed. Of course Fitz and Keefe had to be roommate. That just made everything better...

Fitz sighed, “He’s kind of an idiot, in case you haven’t realized. I doubt he gets it, or he might think you still like me.”

Sophie frowned, “Maybe…” She told Fitz all about the crush she used to have on him, and while he didn’t feel the same way, it made things so much less complicated. Even when she told him, she knew there was no chance. He had just started dating Linh, and she knew her feelings were fading, but a large part of her had to know for sure. She had to move past it to keep their friendship steady, and in the long run it only led to her further falling for Keefe. She had tried to hold herself back, to not realize how she actually felt. After all she couldn’t date her best friend’s crush, though Biana was currently stuck in a love triangle of her own… But, things quickly began to change after she let herself like him. Luckily Fitz was a huge help, and so was Linh.

“Linh thinks you should tell him.” Fitz tapped a few more keys on the ipod Dex had built him.

“Were you reading my thoughts?”

“No, you didn’t give me permission. You were thinking about Linh?” Fitz raised a thoughtful eyebrow.

“A bit… I wish she was here. She always gives amazing advice, and hugs.” Sophie frowned again.

“I could hug you if you really want.” Fitz laughed.

She shook her head. “It’s not the same. But thanks.”

Fitz gave a nod back as she pulled herself up, walking over to Keefe’s desk. Before she could get more than half a sentence onto his note pad however, the doorknob began turning back and forth.

“Dude, why did you lock me out?”

Fitz put his ipod down and sighed, though a smile still pulled at the corners of his lips. “There goes my quiet.”

“Hey, Fitz. Let. Me. In. Not cool!” The door knob shook so much it looked like it could fly off.

“Sorry Keefe, Sophie doesn’t really want to see you now.”

The door knob froze.

“Wait, Foster’s in there?” His voice turned into a squeak.

“Yep.”

“Hi Keefe…” Sophie reluctantly spoke up.

“Can you unlock the door Foster? I just want to talk.”

“Now’s not a good time. We could use our privacy…” Fitz gave an almost smirk, his eyes flashing.

Sophie’s face scrunched in confusion as she looked at Fitz.

“He gave me such a hard time when I developed a crush on Linh.” he transmitted. “Will you help me mess with him? I just want to give him a taste of his own medicine.”

Sophie smiled back, “Sure, why not.” She thought about all of the jokes and pranks he’d played on her. A taste of his own medicine. It was about time.

“What are you talking about?” Keefe gave an audible eye roll as a few girly giggles sounded from behind him, making Sophie’s heart ache. It wasn’t a new development or anything, but the fact that girls were constantly walking by their room just to see them made her feel a bit, annoyed.

“Well, Sophie and I are… seeing how things go. So having you in the room while we’re kissing would be a bit strange, don’t you think?”

Even though she knew it was a prank, it still took her off guard. Fitz put a finger to his lips as she fought back a loud laugh. Feeling like a tea kettle about to explode she slapped a hand over her mouth.

It affected Keefe in a… different manner.

“WHAT?!” The door knob shook more violently than she thought was possible.

“Does that answer you’re question?” Fitz smiled as Keefe began banging on the door and threatening him with different manners of stink bombs and hair potions unless he opened the door.

“What question?” Sophie was pretty sure she knew what he meant but...

“I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP FITZ! OPEN UP THE *&^%$#!@ DOOR!”

“If he likes you or not.”

Sophie gave another sigh as she reached for an itchy eyelash. “I mean…”

“YOU PROMISED YOU DIDN’T LIKE HER!” Keefe yelled through the door.

Sophie glanced at Fitz, who was grinning furiously. “Why would I say a thing like that when I’m kissing her right now!

“Just wait.” Fitz pointed at the door.

“BECAUSE YOU KNOW I LIKE HER YOU JERK! YOU SAID YOU WERE ROOTING FOR US AND YOU GO AND DO THIS?! HOW COULD-“

She could feel her eyes growing as her heart skipped a few beat. Was the room spinning? Yep, it was spinning. He what?! As her face turned crimson red she looked over at Fitz carefully, like if she moved to fast the moment would shatter into a dream.

Keefe gave a maniacal laugh through the door. “Joke! THAT WAS A JOKE OK! Wow, I’m so funny! But congrats! Wow it only took you years am I right? So, I guess I’ll go, somewhere else! You two need your privacy after all!” He gave a strained laugh as Sophie’s heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife.

A few seconds of silence fell over them before a quiet, vulnerable, weak sounding Keefe spoke. “Congrats Foster. I know you’ve liked him for a long time. I’m, happy for you.” His voice caught towards the end. She could hear his footsteps slowly walking away, making her heart feel like it would break into a million tiny pieces at any minute.

She looked back at Fitz, tears suddenly beginning to fall down her cheeks. What had she done.

“Sorry Sophie.” He handed her a handkerchief. “I’ve known for a while now, but neither of you would confess first. I just want both of you to be happy. I didn’t think he would react quite like that…”

She shook her head, taking the handkerchief and wiping her eyes. “I, don’t blame you. It’s not your fault, but…”

“Just tell him. It’s time Sophie, trust me.”

She looked at his teal eyes, seeing the determination glowing in them as they seeped into her own. Wiping her eyes again, she decided to be brave. But…

“I don’t know where-“

“Three floors up, the roof right outside the library.”

Her tears burst out of her eyes again as the sudden truth of the situation, that she was actually going to confess, hit her. She wrapped Fitz in a hug, sending him off balance.

“Thanks.”

He laughed, “Go tell him. He’s waiting.”

She gave a quick nod before running through the tower, up the stairs, and into the silent, dark library.

Catching her breath, Sophie slowly walked through the aisles. As she reached the back wall however, the soft sound of someone sobbing floated through the air, tugging at her heart. She pushed down her own flood of emotions as she followed the sound to a large, open window.

As soon as it entered her sight, the sound disappeared. Stupid emotions... “Can you just, give me some time? I can be happy for you. Really. I just need, some time.”

“Keefe-“

“I want to be happy for you.” He sobbed, shoving his face against his knees. “I really do.”

Sophie carefully climbed over the window seat and out into the frigid air. “We aren’t together Keefe.”

“Yeah, I know.” He muttered, his voice sharpened at the edges.

Sophie sighed again, pushing a hand against her chest to try to quell her emotions, which would only make it worse for him. Somehow her body had found a way to ache like she had butterflies made of razors trapped in her heart all while it tightened with the anxiety of finally telling him.

“No, I mean I’m not dating Fitz. It was just a prank. I didn’t mean- I didn’t think you liked me. But-“

“Well I do.” He snapped, turning around. “And it was not funny! That was a stupid prank! The worst actually. And another thing-“

“You play pranks on us all the time.” Sophie mumbled.

“Yeah, awesome, funny ones! Not my best friend and the girl I’m in love with are making out in my bedroom!!!”

She fought the urge to point out that he had said love as heat rose up her cheeks. “Keefe, can you just listen?” She climbed another few steps on the angled roof, frustration beginning to poke at her. “I have to tell you-“

“No!” He stood up, brushing snow off his pants as he gave her a frigid glare. “You know what, I’m not going to listen! I always listen to you, and this time I’m going to speak! I deserve to speak, ok! And this time, you’re going to listen!”

Sophie wanted to interject that, if he listened, why was her book covered in his scribbles and the most random facts ever, but before she had a chance her foot hit a patch of black ice.

She silently cursed Keefe for choosing the worst hiding place ever as a shrill scream left her lips and her body shot down the steep roof. She heard him yell her name, his arm suddenly wrapping tightly around her waist before they began to plummet down what appeared to be a one hundred foot drop.

She closed her eyes and focused on the falling, on the speed. Just a few more seconds…

“FOSTER!” He screamed, holding on ever tighter and making it a even harder to concentrate.

The sky made a loud cracking noise like thunder colliding as it broke open and were quickly spat out right back on the roof.

Sophie took a few deep breaths, the cold air stinging her nose and lungs. Keefe was shaking.

After a few minutes of silence, she finally spoke. “You choose the most dangerous places Keefe.”

“Yeah, well,” he squeaked. “I knew you would come to my rescue Miss F. Now, can we get inside.”

Sophie nodded, but Keefe didn’t move. “Um, you do realize I can’t get up till you do…”

Keefe glanced at her, his eyes growing rapidly as he realized he was laying on top of her. “I, umm- this is.”

Sophie tried to ignore the way his breath warmed her cheeks, or how he held on a little too tight. But then she realized maybe she shouldn’t. Without a second thought she wrapped her arms around his head and pushed her lips against his.

He immediately yanked his head back, his eyes even larger. “WHAAAT?!” He screeched, sounding more like a pterodactyl than an elf.

Her cheeks caught on fire as she started up as his ice blue eyes. He was searching her face, as if looking for some giant piece of the puzzle he was missing.

“I-I thought you were an empath.” She muttered. “And you said you like me, maybe ever love me, well I like, no, love you too. And, so, I mean words don’t really work with you, because you never, ever listen to me, so I thought-“

His face even redder than hers, he leaned closer and kissed her without any notice, causing Sophie’s heart to feel like it would explode. It would have been perfect, except his arms gave out and he landed on top of her with a loud “oof.” Sophie burst out laughing as he pouted.

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s very funny.”

Keefe sighed, turning his head so their faces were only an inch or two apart. “So, you like me?”

Sophie sighed back. “You’re an idiot.”

“That’s not a yes.”

She smiled and leaned a bit closer, all but closing the distance before glancing into his eyes. “That’s a yes.”

His face lit up into a large, slightly crooked, brilliant grin, even brighter than the stars that sprinkled the sky above them.

Keefe leaned closer, his lips pressed against hers as a warmth flew through her body, warming her fingers and toes against the frigid night air. She wrapped an arm around his neck, deepening the kiss as the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.

Somewhere off in the distance the sound of shouting could be heard, but Sophie was too focused on Keefe and the way the world faded around them.

“Is everything ok?!” A frantic Fitz transmitted, but she ignored him, too dazed by the fact she was kissing Keefe.

When she didn’t answer however, Fitz entered her mind. Instantly a large wave of disgust and shock filled her brain.

“WOAH.”

Sophie broke the kiss, flinching at Fitz’s much too loud voice.

“What’s wrong?” Keefe gave her his adorable disappointed pout again, making her want to laugh even more.

“You just accidentally kissed Fitz.”

Keefe’s eyes grew. “WHAT?!”

“Well, in my defense I didn’t except you too would move so fast after years of avoiding the topic.” A heavily accented, clearly out of breath voice said from the window.

They both looked up, Fitz blushing a bit too much as he looked away.

“So, how was it.” Keefe smirked as Fitz turned bright red.

Sophie hit him upside the head.

“Ow! Hey! It’s not my fault you both have this freaky weird connection. You two need to set up some boundaries or something.”

“We already have rules about that. I accidentally did the same thing with Linh…” Sophie mumbled.

“Wait, what?! You kissed Linh?!”

“It was an accident!” Sophie groaned.

“You both are ok though? I heard you the screams and the giant crash.”

“Fine, fine.” Keefe waved him away. “So, Fitz has actually kissed Linh? Wait, does Tam know? Wait, does that mean, Linh was your first kiss?!

Sophie covered her face in her hands and groaned. “You are an idiot. I don’t even know what I was thinking.” She pushed herself up, walking toward the window. Fitz took her hand and helped her in inside

“You have the worse taste in friends.”

“Hey, at least I didn’t kiss him. Oh, wait…”

Sophie burst out laughing as Fitz sighed and motioned for Keefe to follow them.

“Oh cut the act Miss F, you know you love me.” Keefe smirked as his held his face a little bit too close to hers. “And now I have proof.”

Blushing, she pushed him away. “I think you’re imagining it.”

Keefe climbed over the window seat as Fitz shut the window. “Speaking of not imagining things, why were you so furious at me before?

Sophie froze for a second, trying to decide what to say, but Fitz beat her to it.

“She wants to enter the elite towers next year to better herself, and so she can see you. Since we had to delay a year for the war there is an overlap, but if she doesn’t past the upcoming test not only will she have to try again next year, but there will be three years we won’t be in contact. She thought you didn’t care because you always go out of your way to distract her from studying.”

“Is that true?” Keefe stared at her like he had finally put together the full puzzle.

Sophie tugged on an itchy eyelash.

“Foster, I didn’t worry about it because you’re practically guaranteed to get in! I mean, I got in didn’t I? Plus, you have a crazy number of abilities. I just wanted to keep you from stressing out. Your freak out was suffocating the whole room! Even Captain Oblivious over here could feel it.”

Sophie blushed and glanced at Fitz. Fitz gave her a small smile.

“I’ve never seen you so stressed.”

“You think I’ll get in?”

“I know you’ll get in.” Keefe smiled back.

Sophie smiled brightly as Keefe took her hand. “You worry too much.”

“Maybe…” Sophie muttered, her heart welling over with happiness.

“You do.” Fitz added. “Now, you two look like you could use some hot chocolate.”

“RACE YOU!” Keefe yelled as sprinted down the hall.

“Wait!” Sophie yelled after him before shaking her head and sighing.

“Are you going to go after him?” Fitz asked, eyebrow raised.

“Oh course. But you have the key.”

Fitz laughed, reached in his pocket, and dropped it in her hand. “Meet you back there.”

Sophie smiled at him, clutching her fingers around the cool metal. “Thank you, Fitz.”

“Of course! You both need a “wingman” after all.”

“And you are the best wingman.”

Then Sophie took off towards their room.

Fitz almost yelled after them to not start kissing, but.... Watching after them was exhausting, but somehow, finding them together on that rooftop made it all worth it, and he finally knew everything had worked out how it was meant to.

He went to send a message to Sophie, but when he entered her brain he found her kissing Keefe. Again. Sighing, he shook his head to rid the thought and made his way back towards the room.

The sound of Keefe screaming, “FITZ!!!” from a floor below made a smile creep up his face. Things were about to get interesting.

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