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Brother’s Best Friend ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: heyy I’ve recently found your account and I just felt in love with the way you write and with your works so I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is Kelce’s sister, she’s sitting alone at home and suddenly she hears a doorbell ringing, she comes to open the door and that’s Rafe and she says something like “Kelce’s not home” or smth like that and Rafe answers “I actually came to see you” or smth like that. It can be smut or fluff or whatever I don’t really care. Sorry if this is chaotic but I just want the reader to be black and I have bad ideas lmao 😭 sending love ❤️❤️

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Fooling around with your best friend's sister is not a good sign, especially when it involves something more than skinny dipping and drinking alcohol together.

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of drinking, slight angst, teasing Rafe Cameron

A/N: I'm so close to 700 followers wtf y'all are truly amazing ily! I'm finishing all requests in my inbox for the new few days; thank you to those who put their trust in me to write their ideas <33

(Y/N) could never deny the attraction she felt towards a certain brunette boy with that charming smile.

The feeling evolved for the first time when he came over to her house to see Kelce. He was so polite to her; giving her a turn on passing the ball and scolding Kelce and Topper for not wanting to give her a chance at playing basketball in the swimming pool.

But she was only 8 back then, and she regarded the feeling as nothing more than a silly crush.

Rafe Cameron changed when he entered high school. (Y/N) couldn't explain what was wrong, but he was not her Rafe anymore. He didn't hold the door for her, scold Kelce for making fun of her or do anything that used to make her heart soar.

Her thoughts were disrupted when a fresh blue towel hit her squarely on the face, causing her to yelp in shock.

"Do you wanna come down to the lake with us?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, pulling the towel to her side, and closed her magazine with a snap. Her eyes fell back to the three guys, lingering on the tallest one a little bit too long.

She cleared her throat, "No, I'm tired."

Kelce shrugged, walking towards the entrance of their home from the swimming pool. He didn't feel like having (Y/N) around anyways, because that would mean he would have to protect her from his friends.

Kelce loved his friends, of course, but he also knew the other side of them that uses girls like Kleenex tissue only to throw them away again.

"On a second thought-" (Y/N) said, stopping the three boys from entering the big house. "I think I'll go."

"You sure?" Kelce asked. God. Now he would have to play the big-brother stimulator for the whole night.

The night sky was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight up above and sometimes from the flashlight of each other's phone. Boozes laid messily on the wooden deck and their clothes were discarded all over the place.

Not one person was sober, and they were all laughing to a joke by Topper.

"Okay, okay, last one-" Topper said excitedly. He shivered, and (Y/N) thought about it as a response towards the cold lake water or the excited nerves of sharing another stupid joke. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Easy. To get to the other side," Rafe answered proudly. A beer drop slid down from his lips to his chin, and (Y/N) felt a strong desire to lick it.

"Wrong."

"Okay, fine, I don't know."

Topper smiled widely, and (Y/N) could see this joke coming from a few miles away. "To get to the loser's house. Knock knock."

Rafe pulled a face, his eyebrows raised. "Who's there?"

"The chicken."

Kelce and Topper's laugh filled the silence around them, and (Y/N) found herself slightly smiling at the joke. Rafe groaned, finally understanding the joke and being angry at himself for willingly taking the bait.

"Okay, okay. The joke's over."

Kelce laughed again before taking a full swig of another beer bottle. He stared at the sky, and let out a loud huff.

"Wish we can go up there."

"Me too, man," Topper agreed. He joined Kelce by staring up at the dark sky, both clearly high out of their minds.

"Do you want to?"

(Y/N) looked to her side, not noticing Rafe who had moved from his previous position near Topper to beside her. She quirked her head to one side, her face questioning.

"Go up to the sky," he explained. He watched as she looked up to the sky, her mouth slightly parting. Her chest heaved peacefully, and her wet body donning the lilac bikini never looked so beautiful and perfect.

"Nah. I'm too scared."

"Even when I'll go with you?" he smiled. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though her heart was soaring brightly; she would never feel scared anymore if he were to be around her all the time.

"Yeah. Even when you’ll go with me. Besides, it's not possible."

"Let people enjoy things," he said, and he was so close to her now because she could smell the coffee mint from his breath. Her heart was beating wildly, though this would be the ten-thousandth time he did this to her.

It never failed to leave her completely breathless.

"You're drooling," he whispered, and used his thumb to wipe her wet lips from the beer. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't utter any words back. She was too mesmerised with the whole situation.

His fingers stopped at her chin, looking into her eyes, and he was petrified too. He leaned in, but before anything could happen, (Y/N) moved away. He cleared his throat, and swam back to the deck.

‘I’m drunk’ was repeated by him all the way to the the place he threw his clothes off, shaking his head at the thought that he was so close to kissing her. He looked back to her direction in the lake, still staring at him. He focused back on the ties of his shorts, and made his way back to the Kelce’s house.

He ignored his best friends calls.

. . .

(Y/N) never really liked school, but she loved the after-activity that she got herself in.

Like cheerleading.

She used to think of the sport as something quirky, but in truth, once she was accepted into the school’s cheerleading team, she had never been more into a sport than before.

She walked down the field to the other side of the track where the other girls were waiting for her. Her training skirt flew slightly from the wind, and she was trying to hold them down all while carrying the water bottle and a duffle bag.

She exchanged a few greetings with her other friends, putting down her duffle bag and her water bottle. The sun was scorching hot, and all she felt like was eating ice cream inside of their boat whilst streaming down the lake, but the last time she had ditched cheer practice, it hadn’t ended well.

“Uh-oh,” someone exclaimed behind her. “Big bro is coming.”

(Y/N) looked up to the field, and sure enough Kelce was running towards her in his jersey. (Y/N) sighed, not knowing what she did now that could earn her a lecture from Kelce.

“Hey, I’m bringing a girl home after practice,” he said. “Would you mind getting a ride with someone else?”

She groaned, “Fuck, Kelce, no. You can tell your new scandal to fuck off because I am not getting an Uber to walk back to home.”

“Look, please? You can ask your friends to give you a ride, right? It’s important,” he begged. His eyes were scanning her friends now, obviously trying to find someone who could help his sister, and when he found one, his smile quirked upwards. “Yo, Sarah! Can you drive (Y/N) home after practice?”

Sarah walked towards them, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She slung her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, noting the exasperated expression on her face, and gave Kelce a glare.

“You should let her drive a car if you’re going to bring a girl home after school,” she said. Kelce groaned, knowing the amount of shit he will be getting from the people around him, but he was truly trying to make it right for this new girl.

“Look, I’ll buy y’all anything for a week. Food? Sure. Clothes? Sure.”

Sarah clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and forced (Y/N) to say yes. She wouldn’t mind driving (Y/N) home, because she wanted to catch up with her about some gossip too.

“Fine. But I’m driving my own car tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” was all he said before he jogged down to the soccer team.

That evening was hell to (Y/N). She couldn’t get the formation right, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, her hair was sticking out weirdly, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s event.

He was so, so close to her.

“(Y/N), come on! What’s gotten into you? The top part, again!” The coach yelled, slapping her hands against her lap. There were sweat forming on her forehead, and she was obviously hot and bothered from this whole situation.

But sport was sport. The coach wasn’t going to let today’s training to waste, and she intended for the new number to work.

(Y/N) muttered a soft ‘sorry’ before going back to her position, her heart still thumping at the thought. The cheer started, and her mouth was saying the words, but her brain was somewhere else.

The two guys by her side picked her up by her calf, and she felt the wind gushing out from beside her ears. She was high up in the sky now, throwing one arm upwards and balancing herself on one leg, and it was finally time now, to twirl into the two boys’ arms, but she wasn’t ready. Her mouth didn’t utter any words from the cheer, too focused on the step, and before she could jump back into their arms, she felt herself slipping.

“(Y/N)!” The coach yelled, running towards her by the track. Sarah and the other teammates were surrounding her now, watching as she groaned on the ground painfully, holding onto her arms.

“Okay, I take that as the end of today’s training,” the coach said, sighing. “(Y/N), are you okay? Can you walk?”

(Y/N) held her thumbs up, because she had worse injury than this before. Hell, the boxing fight she used to have with Kelce in their childhood was more painful. She sat up from the track, feeling the heat of the ground burning on her bottoms, and stretched her fingers. The pain coursed through her veins at the feeling, but kinda liked it.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sarah said, helping her up. She groaned when she finally stood on her two feet, feeling so painful all she wanted to do was lay back on the track, but she knew she had to go home.

She allowed Sarah helping her limp towards a black Mercedes, her eyes closed the whole time.

Okay, scratch the fight with Kelce. This one was more painful than ever.

“Can I stay at your house?” She blurted when Sarah drove out of the school gate. “I don’t feel like listening to my mom’s lecture about my leg.”

Sarah glanced at her from the rearview mirror, watching as she spread her leg out the whole backseat. The ice bag someone had gotten her was pressed against her calf, and she was sweating from the heat and trying to contain the pain.

“Yes, of course, that would be better,” Sarah said. She had other plans that evening, but helping (Y/N) overstepped all of them.

“So what’s up with you and John B?”

Sarah turned to look at her fully on her face, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you know about John B?”

(Y/N) laughed, “The light’s green.” Just on cue, the car behind them horned at Sarah, and she quickly pushed on the pedal.

“How do you know about John B?” Sarah asked, biting her lips. If (Y/N) could find out, she couldn’t imagine what would Rafe do if he finds out.

“God, don’t be worried. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, okay? Just relax. I think it’s cute.”

Sarah’s worried expression softened, “You think so?”

“Yeah. At least you got to be with whoever you want. Some people can’t have that.”

Like her. Kelce would kill her and dump her body in the ocean for the sharks if he ever finds out how much she likes Rafe.

“You’ll find the one soon. How about that guy in your maths class?” The car turned to the right, nearing the destination.

“No. I’m not looking for anyone.”

There’s only one, but Sarah won’t like the answer.

The time was 8.23p.m. now, and (Y/N) had been in Sarah’s room for a total of 3 hours. After catching up on new gossips, watched a movie, did her English essay, she felt extremely dehydrated.

Sarah was sleeping peacefully beside her, being so tired after the practice and school, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like waking her up. She have been to The Camerons household, but that was only for Sarah’s birthday party a few years back.

She sighed, getting up from the bed to find the kitchen. The house was like a maze, and she wished they had some kind of a map to browse through.

Alas, she found the kitchen, her muscles screaming from all the wrong turns she took before. She knew where the plastic cups and plates were situated, having to help Sarah get them during her birthday party, so she didn’t have any trouble getting some.

She drank the cold water quickly, feeling the liquid sloshing down her throat. The feeling was so, so good that she wished she could go through it again.

“I do not know where your sister is, Kelce,” a voice sighed not far from the kitchen. “I told you you shouldn’t bring that girl home and just drive (Y/N) home yourself.”

The voice, unmistakably Rafe, was getting nearer and nearer. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, trying to find an empty space to hide in, but there were none. She panicked, still looking for a way out that she didn’t notice the tall figure behind her.

“Oh. Found you.”

His hair was dishevelled and wet, his chest heaving and he was shirtless.

What a nice way to bump onto each other.

“Take a picture,” he started, shutting his phone off and placing them in his shorts. “It’ll last longer that way.”

Now we’re talking about the new Rafe.

(Y/N) scoffed, pushing him away and making a disgusted face at his sweat sticking on her arms. “I’m here for Sarah.”

“Why? Did she die or something?”

God. He really is insufferable.

She made to push him away to return to Sarah’s room, only for him to grab her by her waist.

“Move.” Her tone was stern, but her stomach was flipping wildly. She tried to not look so bothered, but failed miserably.

Rafe seemed to notice her behaviour because he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, where’s the fun in that?”

She was on the same level as his neck now, and he could still smell his expensive cologne even after he swam in the swimming pool. She sighed, placing her hands against his chest.

“Move.”

Rafe laughed, putting his hands up in defeat, and went to grab the same glass she was drinking from. He refilled the glass and downed the content, and (Y/N) had to look away from the innocent move.

Maybe he was just saving water by not using a different cup.

“Do you need help to return to Sarah’s room or something?”

“No, I’m fine,” she refused, and made sure he could see her fake annoyed expression before she returned to the hall she came from. But there were 2 halls now, and she completely forgot which one she had been before.

“Really?” Rafe stood beside her, and she looked up to his amused face. “Because you’re in the wrong hall. It’s the other exit of the kitchen, darling.”

. . .

Why couldn’t she not see his face every single day?

It was truly troubling her, to see that boy everyday, because she couldn’t think properly every time.

The lights from the stadium blared widely, and the deafening screaming coming from both teams’ supporters rang throughout the whole field. (Y/N) was sure the whole island could hear them too.

Two things happened earlier than evening. Number one, her skirt wasn’t completely dried after being sent off to the laundry for a week, and her hair wasn’t just cooperating.

So here she was; in a shorter uniform skirt, her hair hung up into a ponytail with lots of hairspray. She wished for nothing but to be all cuddled up with her blanket in her room.

“You’re okay?” Sarah asked. She fixed (Y/N)’s lips gently, getting the lipstick and lipliner even, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “Don’t worry about the skirt. It looks normal.”

For a little girl.

(Y/N) sighed and involuntarily pulled down the hem of her skirt. Ten minutes from the game now, and she was nervous she would flash everyone on the school compound.

In the locker room, Rafe was sitting right next to Kelce as his best friend prayed for a win tonight. He was never that religious, and he didn’t feel the need to mutter a prayer to anyone. But tonight, he listened intently to whatever Kelce was saying because he needed to win this cup more than anything in the world.

“You’re okay?” The coach asked, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, you’re the Star Player. Right?”

The Star Player.

Rafe gave him a smile, and went back to his praying.

When he first entered the field to meet the rival team, his eyes couldn’t help but scanned the bleachers to find his dad. Ward wasn’t there, but Rose and Wheezie were cheering for him.

Of course.

He sighed, and went straight to the middle of the field. It’s funny how everyone was there to support him, Rafe, the Star Player, the jock, the whatever else people were saying about him.

He just wanted Ward to see him.

“Come on, man, it’s fine,” Topper said, patting his back. “He’ll come later.”

Even his friends could see how miserable he was feeling.

The first match of the game went smoothly; he scored a try goal, everyone was cheering loudly, but it was just then that one of the opponents came knocking Rafe by his side.

Rafe fell to the ground with a loud thud, earning so many gasps from the stand.

“What the fuck?!” Topper pushed whoever responsible for his fall, and the sound of a whistle rang throughout the air. “He pushed him for nothing! You saw it, fuck!”

Rafe groaned on the ground, clutching onto his arms, and he tried to spread his fingers, but couldn’t. His other teammates were surrounding him now, trying to get a good look of him, all while Topper and Kelce and another friend of his went off to the referee.

Rafe put his other hand up, trying to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Move!”

The other members scattered away, sighing in relief when Rafe came back to his legs. The referee, still getting yelled at by Topper, shook his head at something he said, and before anyone could process what happened, Topper tackled the opponent who had pushed Rafe down to the ground.

Kelce pulled Topper away after a few long seconds, telling him to stop. But one thing about Topper is that he just won’t stop.

“Stupid fuck!” He yelled, throwing another punch.

“Topper, stop, they’re going to throw you off the field!” Kelce yelled. Finally, he separated them away after the opponent’s friend pulled his injured friend away.

The referee, expectedly, pulled a red card to Topper, earning a groan coming from their coach and the stand. Rafe cursed, knowing that Topper’s one of their strongest member. He watched as Topper tried to argue with the referee, but it was no use.

“It’s okay,” Kelce said, patting his back as he made his way back to the bench. “Relax, bro, okay?” Topper calmed down after the coach said something to him, but Rafe could clearly see the distress written on his face.

“You’re okay?” Kelce asked, pointing to his arms.

Rafe could move his muscles now though he could feel the sharp pain from doing so. But he was too content on winning this game.

(Y/N) watched as the second match unfold, her teeth biting into her lips in fear. She didn’t feel like having the next week full of gloomy students and disappointed teachers, so she wanted the cup as much as everyone else.

Rafe was fast, throwing the ball smoothly back and forth with Kelce and his other friends, but it was apparent that the Star Player wasn’t feeling like himself.

It might be the arm, or the fact that Ward Cameron was too busy with his work to see his son playing.

37 minutes had passed, and the other team was leading. They only had 3 minutes left, and with the team being so drained out and their captain with a broken arm, it was clear who was winning.

The whistle blared through the field again, noting the end of the match. As the other team supporters cheered happily the other side of the stands muttered silently to each other about the game.

(Y/N) watched as Rafe yelled something at his teammates angrily before storming off to the locker room. He winced in pain, holding his arm for support, and ignored every calls from his friends as he made his way to the empty room.

Looking around quickly, she muttered a ‘be right back’ to Sarah, and quickly followed Rafe into the locker room. She wanted to see if he was okay, and if he needed help with his arm.

In truth, she just wanted to be there for him.

“Hey,” she slowly said, and Rafe’s head perked up to see her before he looked down to the ground again.

“What do you want?”

She felt a struck of pain across her heart at his tone, but decided against it. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I was just trying to see if you need anything,” she said, and when his eyes finally looked up to her again, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down again.

“Yeah? I don’t need anything. Go!”

“Wow, you’re a dick,” she scoffed, and before Rafe could mutter anything back, she exited the locker room and straight to the cheer team. She felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment all at once, because God, Rafe Cameron did not just yell at her for trying to be nice.

She should’ve known better than to be ‘nice’ to him. He wasn’t the same 8 year old she met 10 years ago.

. . .

A week had passed from the game, and everything went back to normal.

Except for one person.

Rafe didn’t come to school the next Monday, not that (Y/N) wanted to see him after getting yelled at, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

He didn’t just broke his arm; his father also chose not to attend his game.

It was finally Friday, and (Y/N) was too happy to stay home and continue watching Love Island. Life is better when you are focused on someone else’s relationship other than yours.

She was rolling in her bed, casually smiling at the cheesy joke made by one of the contestant, and before she could hear the reply towards the joke, the doorbell blared throughout the house.

(Y/N) groaned, thinking how Kelce must’ve forgotten his keys again, and waited a few more minutes so that he would just leave her alone and go to that stupid prick, Rafe Cameron’s house.

But the doorbell rang again, and she had no choice but to open the door. She was all alone in the big house, having both her parents still working and her maids having the day off.

But when she opened the door, the boy standing before her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Hi,” Rafe said.

“Kelce’s not here,” she mumbled, and pushed the door close. Rafe’s quickly put his hands to block the door from closing, and (Y/N) pulled away after deciding not to crush his other only working hands.

“What?” She asked, in the same tone that he had given her in the locker room. She felt good when his eyebrows were raised.

“I’m here for you.”

“Why? Did I die or something?” Bingo.

“God, you’re impossible,” Rafe sighed. “Can I talk to you? Just us two?”

(Y/N) sighed, wanting to get this done, and opened the door wider to grant him into her home. (Y/N) closed the door and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms.

“Okay. Talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He said. “I was just so angry with everything. I was pushed and Topper received a red card because of me—”

“You didn’t do anything, Rafe.”

“Yeah, but he was just trying to protect me. And, and I was just so mad at myself because I couldn’t play properly like I usually play. I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”

(Y/N) sighed, “It’s okay. I’m over it.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, and this time, (Y/N) allowed him. “Thank you so much!”

He pulled her into a crushing hug, and before she could put her mind into it, he lifted her up and spin her around.

“Okay, okay, now you’re just pushing it,” she groaned, hitting him on his chest. “Put me down, Rafe, I swear to god.”

Rafe put her down, his face shining happily. They were close again, like that time in the lake, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like pushing him away again.

Because maybe, that 8 year old him was somewhere in there.

“Uh—” he looked away, scratching the back of his head. “Do you wanna. . . watch Netflix?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “I was watching Love Island. Wanna watch with me?”

Rafe nodded, anything to get closer with this girl, and followed her upstairs to her room. The first time he entered her room was 9 years ago, and it was only because Topper and Kelce had pranked him into thinking that her room was the gaming room.

“What are you doing?” The girl before him yelled, and before he could explain how he was lied to, she threw a pink hairbrush at him. He groaned from the pain, rubbing his head.

“I’m sorry, I thought this was the gaming room!”

“Out!” She yelled, and he quickly obliged.

Her room was still pink, but it was now filled with so many books, clothes and makeups instead of the dollhouse and toys he saw a few years ago.

“Is this the pink hairbrush you threw at me?” He laughed, holding the pink tool. (Y/N) snatched the hairbrush, embarrassed, and quickly stuffed them into the drawers.

He placed himself beside her on her bed, watching her as she resumed the video. He focused on the show, trying to find at least something interesting from the show, but there was nothing.

2 episodes later, he was too into the show that he pressed on the stop button before they could continue on the next episode.

“I wish they would just communicate,” he said. “Like the whole show’s pointless. They didn’t try to talk to each other about their problems.”

“Yeah, that’s what makes the show interesting, Rafe,” she said as if that was a fact, “And besides, if they communicate, everyone will win the show.”

“Then that’s just good. A win-win situation.”

“You don’t get it,” she groaned, looking into his face. “There’s no use in fighting with you about this.”

She pressed on the resume button again, and instantly, Rafe pressed on the stop button.

“Rafe, I will—”

“You still haven’t apologised for throwing the hairbrush at me.”

She widened her eyes, “That was 9 years ago.”

“And?”

“Fine,” she placed her laptop aside, and turned to fully look him in the face. “Sorry.”

“Not sincere enough.”

She groaned, “Rafe, I am terribly sorry for throwing my pink hairbrush at you. I am so sorry that it hit your face and be the reason why you’re still holding vengeance at someone.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of sorry.”

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she said. “I’m not going to bow down to you or anything.”

“Just a kiss.”

She looked at him back, her heart stopping at his words. “No.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re Rafe?”

“Rafe? Okay, fine. I’m not Rafe. I’m Rafael.”

“Okay, it’s still a no. You’re Kelce’s best friend.”

“Didn’t you kiss Topper last year?”

“That was a dare—” she sighed. “And it didn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly. This won’t mean anything. This is just a sorry.”

It would mean everything to her to place her lips against his.

“This is sexual harassment.”

“Not if you want it too,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “And you do want it, right? I can see it in your eyes.”

She didn’t know why God would put her and Rafe in this damn position over and over again, because it wasn’t helping her to get over him.

She looked down to his lips, and how it was so inviting, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him, to finally give herself to him, but she was afraid.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off, and pressed himself against her. Their kiss was slow and passionate, none like neither (Y/N) or Rafe had experienced before. Her hands found themselves wrapping around Rafe’s neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want this.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, and pulled him in for another kiss again.

He pushed her down onto the bed gently, still kissing her, and his hands were roaming down her body. She was so, so perfect and every time he saw her, he would have to look away to stop the unwanted thoughts forming in his head.

During the game last Friday, he had to pinch himself from staring at her legs in that goddamn skirt for too long.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and she hummed in response before pushing him over so she could take control. She sat on top of him, grinning widely. She was in heaven; seeing him all worked up under her with his chest heaving.

“You would be surprised at the amount of times I imagined myself on top of you like this,” she said, placing her hands flat on top of his chest.

Rafe grinned back, trying to contain his feelings. “Yeah? Wanna show what else you’ve been imagining?”

She leaned closer, making sure to brush her bottom against him and hearing his soft groans. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, and whispered into his ear.

“Would rather have you show what you’ve been dreaming of me.”

Rafe licked his lips, loving this side of her, and he wanted more than anything to make her his. She looked so innocent sitting there on top of him, smiling and biting her lips.

Before he could touch her in ways he never did to a girl before, a voice rang from outside the room.

“(Y/N)? Have you seen Rafe? I saw his car outside,” the voice said. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You’re okay? I’m coming in, okay?”

“No, no, wait!” (Y/N) shouted, scrambling from her position on top of Rafe as he quickly pulled her up, but it was too late.

Kelce saw them in the midst of trying to get away, with his sister’s leg on one side of his best friend and his best friend’s hands still around his sister’s waist.

“What. The. Fuck.”

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cocobeanncteez · 3 years

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ATEEZ Jongho Imagine: When he's still in contact with his ex-mistress. (Mafia au)

Anonymous said: hii idk if u take reqs but i really enjoy ur storyies n wanted to req smth angsty......mafia jongho who still is in touch w his exmistress n his wife does not like it.... ending can be anyth thx

A/N: Thank you for requesting! My requests are actually closed right now, but I loved this idea so I decided to write it! I hope you like it!

Genre: Angst, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Jongho / Husband!Jongho x reader (fem)

Warnings: profanities, mentions of abuse, alcohol, cheating, and guns.

Tears streamed down your face while your back was pressed against the wall, watching your husband, Jongho, get changed to go who knows where.

The two of you had gotten into the worst argument you've ever had. Jongho's toxic ex-mistress was trying to fuck up your relationship yet again, but your husband just couldn't see that. She was his mistress for five years and older than him by seven years; she was the reason why Jongho got into the mafia world. He did love her a lot, but she used him only for her pleasure and abused him on countless occasions. One day, she decided to leave him and he was completely shattered. You entered his life a few months later, and it took you nearly a year to pick up every piece and put him back together. When she suddenly came back into his life, Jongho didn't tell you about it. They chose to speak once in a while... until she found out about you and decided to cause a lot of drama. You were beyond uncomfortable with that fact that your husband kept in touch with her; even after you expressed how you felt about it, your words went into his ears and left just as fast. You wondered how much longer you could tolerate this, cause honestly, you were so close to your limit.

The sound of a gun cocking brought you out of your thoughts. You glanced at Jongho who was thoroughly checking his handgun before he placed it inside his leather jacket.

"Where are you going?" you asked in concern, hoping it wasn't a mission, although he could handle it if it was one. The worst part about being in the mafia was never knowing whether your loved ones would come back alive once they walk out the door.

"That's none of your business," he replied, making your heart ache.

"I'm your wife, Jongho, it is my business," you said in a soft tone. "Are you going on a mission or—" He left before you could finish talking, slamming the door harshly behind him.

You slid down against the wall, putting your head in your hands while you started crying again. Why couldn't he see how much he was hurting you?

"Y/N! Y/N, wake up!" you felt someone shaking your body. You accidentally fell asleep on the floor while crying last night.

"How the fuck is she sleeping in that position? Her neck is gonna hurt badly."

You slowly opened your eyes, immediately meeting San's dark brown ones. Mingi was next to him, looking at you like as if you were an alien.

"No offense, but you look like shit," Mingi commented, making you snort.

You got up from the floor, groaning in pain due to the pain you felt all over your body, especially in your neck.

"Told you she's gonna be in pain," San murmured to Mingi.

The two of them left you to shower while they made some breakfast. You checked your reflection in the mirror, not surprised to see the puffy bags under your swollen eyes.

You were sure Jongho didn't come back last night, and you really wanted to know where he was.

After taking a shower and having breakfast with San and Mingi, you decided to ask them about Jongho's whereabouts.

"Guys, do you know where Jongho is?"

"Nope," Mingi said. On the other hand, San noticeably tensed up.

"You were with him, weren't you?" you questioned San.

"Not really, but we were at the same club," he said, avoiding eye contact. San has been your bestfriend ever since you were kids, so you could easily tell that there was something else he wasn't telling you about.

"Sannie, I know you're hiding something from me," you crossed your arms over your chest. "You're my bestfriend, not Jongho's, so you better tell me now."

He took a deep breath. "You're not going to be happy about it."

Your eyes widened, immediately realizing what he meant. "He was with that stupid bitch?!"

You lit a scented candle and stripped your clothes off before sitting in the whirlpool tub in your bathroom. You felt like shit the entire day and you really just needed to relax.

After a few minutes, you heard your bathroom door open and Jongho walked in, eyes immediately settling on you. You were surprised he came home so fast after being with his ex-mistress.

"I'm sorry," your husband said, sitting at the edge of the tub. You ignored him, closing your eyes, trying to focus on the warm water instead. "So you're just going to ignore me now?" You didn't say anything while you got out of the tub, wrapping your wet body with a towel.

"Y/N, talk to me," Jongho mumbled, following you to the closet. You wore your panties and a white tank top before moisturizing your legs. "Fuck, Y/N. Talk to me!" Jongho's voice raised a little. "Say something for fucks sake!"

You turned to look at him. "Why don't you go talk to your ex-mistress instead?"

"She means nothing to me!"

You took a deep breath. "Did you sleep with her?" you questioned your husband, staring right into his eyes.

Jongho's jaw dropped a little in shock. "I would never ever be unfaithful to you. How could you even think that I—"

"You were drunk and you spent the night at your ex-mistress' place, Jongho!" you yelled, cutting him off. "You spent the night at that fucking bitch's place after all the shit she did to you! What do you expect me to think?!"

"I wouldn't have been there if I wasn't drunk," he stated, taking your hands in his. "But believe me, nothing happened between us last night. I passed out on her couch."

You chucked bitterly. "You expect me to believe that? You really think I'd believe that after what happened a few months ago?" you asked, referring to the time when he kissed her while being extremely drunk.

"I told you I would never look at another woman as long as I wear this," he held his hand up, pointing to his wedding ring.

"Wow, that makes this situation a whole lot better!" you said sarcastically. Jongho's lips pulled into a thin line. He really didn't know what to do; all he knew was he fucked up big time.

Jongho sighed deeply. "Okay, I know I fucked up and I'm sorry," he said after a few seconds of silence.

You scoffed, tears brimming your eyes. "I've been telling you for months now that I-I," you choked out a sob while the tears began to roll down your face. "That I'm uncomfortable with you having any sort of contact with her, but you don't give a fuck. I wouldn't have any issues with you talking to her if she wasn't constantly trying to screw things up between us. Why can't you see that she's messing things up between us? Why do you always fucking defend her when everyone else can see what she's doing?"

Jongho kept quiet, listening to every word you said, thinking about all the fights you two had because of her. "I can't tolerate this anymore. I'm literally done, Jongho," you continued. "I really can't handle it anymore. I tried my best to tolerate everything, but I'm fucking exhausted now. What's the point of being married to someone who clearly prefers the company of his ex-mistress?" Jongho's eyes widened at your words, wondering if what he was thinking was right or wrong.

His thoughts were confirmed once you were about to take your wedding ring off; he immediately put his hand over yours, stopping you from doing so.

"Don't," he whispered, pain and fear clear in his beautiful eyes. "Please don't. I love you, Y/N." He leaned his forehead against yours. "I swear she means nothing to me. I'll stop talking to her. I'm so sorry for hurting you. Please don't leave me." You felt a wet drop fall onto your cheek, making you look up at your husband. This was the first time you saw Jongho crying and the sight of it broke your heart. You cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears away.

"Don't leave," he murmured, more tears rolling down his perfect face.

"I won't," you sighed. You could never leave him; you loved him way too much. "But you have to promise me that you'll cut her out of your life completely, Jongho. It's damaging our relationship."

"I promise I will," he vowed, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, scared that you might disappear. You slightly smiled, giving him a soft kiss that instantly made him feel relaxed. You could only hope he would listen to you this time.

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irondadfics · 3 years

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so this is an after-endgame au where tony was alive. peter moved in with tony but the starks were never paying attention to him. happy ended up taking care of peter, and at one point peter got hypothermia i think? also, morgan was really mean and selfish, and hid this flyer for a function peter's school was holding. and she challenged peter to an arm wrestle where she cheated or smth

Thank you to those who contributed to our Follower Outreach Program for helping to locate this story!

caught in a lie by krystalpomme

"it's endless, even if i try to run. i've fallen into a lie." peter knew that everyone had moved on. it had been 5 years, it was inevitable. but when was someone going to notice that he hadn't?

It would be like old times where Tony would come say goodnight to him and give him kisses on the forehead. He had said that it would keep the nightmares away and Peter truly believed it. He didn't want another nightmare of Ben and May. He couldn't.

Peter waited and waited, but the doorknob never opened. Tony never came to tuck him in and kiss him goodnight.

Peter fell asleep like that, looking at the door that would never open, and listened to a lullaby that came from the other room.

He would take what he could get.

based on: "please find the me who was innocent. i cant escape from inside this lie, please return my smile. free me from this hell. i cant escape from this suffering. please save me, for i am being punished." - lie by jimin

#found fic #morgan stark #jealousy #marqvders

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kurt-nightcrawler · 4 years

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Fairytale

Warren Worthington III x Female Reader

Request 1: Omg I just read the I have a boyfriend and the opposites attract and I'm aksjksjeje. Idk if ur taking requests, but in case u are I need more on that mother nature reader and Warren pleaaaaseee!!! Maybe something with angst, like some conflict in their relationship, but with a happy would be greatttttt I absolutely love ur writing

Request 2: Hi love!:D idk if you’re taking requests or if you’re in the works of smth, but like, I’ve had this idea in my head about your fic of Mother Nature with what she said about the weather affecting her. Like it’s winter season or smth and the sun has not been out for days (and maybe Ororo is not around to help??) so she’s feeling weak and Warren is doing all he can so she can get better🥺 I reaally love your writing💕 💕

Warnings: swearing and angst

Word Count: 12.5k

“How long will you be gone?”

“A few weeks. We should be back before December 21st.”

(Y/N) huffed, that was almost two weeks, plus the holidays were coming up. “Stay safe, okay? All I want for Christmas is you.”

Warren rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead, “I already got you a gift.”

(Y/N) thanked him and he just held her tighter.

Warren went on a mission with Raven, Alex, Kurt, Ororo, and Jean. They were going to Italy to stop some mafia mutant issue. “Which is stupid,” Scott retorted. “We live in New York. Surely the mafia isn’t only terrorizing mutants in Italy.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Probably.”

Her mind wandered as Jubilee talked to Scott about their final for Dr. McCoy. I need to water the plants in the greenhouse. (Y/N) yawned, she felt a sudden wave of drowse come over herself. I’ve been so tired lately…

It wasn’t a mystery why (Y/N) had been so tired lately. It was because of the weather. The earlier it got dark, the less energy she had— and with it getting colder, her abilities were limited. Most of the plants in her room had gone dormant. (Y/N) was worried she would too, but it hadn’t gotten cold enough.

“I think we should go skating tomorrow,” Jubilee suggested.

“Just the four of us?” Peter asked.

“Do you see anyone else? They’re all in Italy.” Peter squinted his eyes at Jubilee as she was sarcastic. “The rink is open, it’s December, and I’m bored! I wanna pick up cute girls.”

“Isn’t ice skating like a go-to in Hallmark Christmas movies?” Scott asked.

“Why do you know that?” Jubilee asked.

“We watch those all the time on nights with the boys,” Peter explained. “They’re awful and all the same. There was one where a girl was in love with a ghost and another where a girl texted her dead mom to grieve… I’m so lucky I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

(Y/N) laughed, hallmark Christmas films were pretty cheesy and cliche.

“I mean yeah, you’re right, but that doesn’t mean we can’t go skating, or do something. Everyone is gone and we need to stay active.”

Peter and Scott both looked at Jubilee with confusion. “But we’re all in pretty good shape.”

“No, I mean (Y/N),” She whispered to the boys.

“What’s wrong with her? She looks fine.” Scott said, quickly checking her out as she was preoccupied with her phone.

“Around winter, she tends to get weaker cause it’s colder and the sun goes down earlier…”

“Yeah… We know…”

“No, you guys don’t get it. During the winter plants go into like, hibernation— and if it gets too cold and (Y/N) falls asleep she’ll go dormant. The only safe places are her room and an area set up in the lab.”

“We have to keep her awake all winter?” Peter asked curiously.

“No, we just have to make sure she only falls asleep in her bedroom and stays there. It’s the only ace place because it’s like a greenhouse sort of…”

“What happens if we don’t?...”

“She could die!”

“Who could die?” (Y/N) asked.

“Scarlett Johanson’s stunt-double. I mean have you seen the new Black Widow trailer?” Jubilee asked without missing a beat.

“Eh, I dunno. She’s a professional, plus stunt-doubles are kind of expected to get hurt… while it’s not preferable an innocent gets hurt,... they did sign up for it.”

“I never thought of it like that…” Scott said almost seeing off-handed while trying to noticeably glare at Jubilee.

“Well, I’ve got to go. I promised Catherine I’d help make gingerbread cookies.” Everyone wished (Y/N) some form of goodbye, or have fun, leaving them alone.

“(Y/N) is going to die?!” Peter almost screamed.

“No! No, no— (Y/N) is not going to die. She’s done this longer than I’ve known her. I think she was like, thirteen when these first started happening. I didn’t know (Y/N) until we were 15, but still.” Jubilee continued on, “She’ll either pass out randomly in the middle of December or January and hibernate until March or April, or she won’t go dormant and just have to spend most of the spring outside, like soaking up the sunshine or whatever. “

“Oh, okay. So this is normal. Great. (Y/N) might fucking die every winter and we just have to act like children on thin ice? Deal with it somehow?” Peter looked like he was freaking out.

“I said she’s been doing this for years, plus she hasn’t died yet. We’ll be fine.”

Scott’s gut was telling him something different, but he blamed that on his constant anxiety.

Five days after Warren left

(Y/N), Scott, Peter, and Jubilee all went ice skating. Jubilee and Peter attempted to spy on cute girls, while Scott tried to act perfect, and (Y/N) tried her best to not lean against the wall too much. It was fun, but indoor rinks are as cold as the outside ones. (Y/N) bundled up enough, but she still got chills.

Scott took everyone to some artsy coffee shop that Jean adored. He claimed they had a killer hot chocolate. Jubilee already tried it once before, being Jean’s best friend/roommate. Peter thought it was kind of watery and not that great, and (Y/N) didn’t think it was bad but…

“You overhyped it. It’s good though.” Scott pouted, and Peter laughed through Twinkie bites and hot chocolate sips. (Y/N) felt warm and fuzzy inside. Almost… sleepy…

Her mind started to drift… Warren… everything they’d do when he got back from Italy…

Their first winter holiday together… all the shitty hallmark movies we can watch with Scott and Peter… the—

“(Y/N)!”

“Huh?!” She rubbed her eyes and tried to seem awake. “What is it?”

“You were dozing off there,” Scott pointed out.

“Oh.” She scratched her head. “Sorry. Haha,” Her laugh was somewhat sarcastic. “Just don’t let me, uh… Don’t let me pass out. Wouldn’t wanna get nicknamed Sleeping Beauty.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Peter joked.

Nine days after Warren left

Peter taught everyone, or attempted to, teach everyone how to make a seven-layered cake. Jubilee and Scott kept sneaking batter, while (Y/N) was struggling to not use her powers.

“Okay, but like, I could get sugar from a plant or—“

“No!” Jubilee protested, batter on the corner of her mouth. “We— we have all these ingredients here. Why waste them?”

(Y/N) squinted her eyes, they were a bit purple, but she let it slide and grabbed sugar and other dry ingredients from the cabinets.

“If she uses too much strength she could pass out. It’s been snowing hard for the past two days, and it’s been cloudy all week.”

“Can’t she eat a protein bar or drink some coffee or something?” Peter whispered.

Jubilee shook her head, “No, she needs vitamin D. Like, from the sun. More than a normal person does.”

(Y/N) set the sugar on the counter and looked at the recipe from Peter’s mom, reading bits out loud, “We need 2 and 1⁄4 cups of sugar.” She looked at the measuring cups, trying to find the one she needed.

“Hey, Scott! We agreed no phones out,” Jubilee scolded him.

He rolled his eyes, “You sound like a teacher… I was just checking a package I ordered…”

“If you actually bought that $200 lightsaber you were telling me about,” (Y/N) joked, “I will scream.”

Peter scoffed, “Please, Jean got him that for Christmas.” His face fell soon as the words left his mouth. “Shit…”

“No, she didn’t. We had a budget and—“ Jubilee and Peter both looked at their feet, eyes wide and sheepish. “I am not worth $200.”

“You sound like Warren,” Jubilee complained, cracking eggs into a separate bowl.

“It’s true! I don’t want her to spend money on me.” He glanced at his phone again.

“She’s not going to text you. No one is allowed to bring phones on missions, because the government can like, track you and shit.” Peter reminded him.

“I know, I know… but what if something happened? What if someone died or they got stuck and stranded and—“

(Y/N) put a hand on Scott’s shoulder, “Calm down Romeo. They’re going to be fine. If something happens, Xavier will let us know.” Scott nodded, trying to believe (Y/N) was right.

Fifteen Days after Warren left

(Y/N) was getting sick and tired. Tired of her friends never leaving her alone, the panic on their faces if she so much as yawned or rubbed her eyes, she was sick of them being so nervous. More so Scott and Peter than Jubilee.

Of course, they meant well, and just wanted to make sure she didn’t fall into a coma, but she didn’t need to be doted over like a tropical plant lost in the arctic.

(Y/N) huffed as she messed with her hair in the bathroom mirror. Her leaves looked less colorful, more brown and dead, the vines around her legs were gone, and her eyes looked like she hadn’t been sleeping. She had, but it was hard, the sun went down at 5 PM, and it was cloudy and cold every day it seemed.

I just want Warren here. He’d make everything better. We could cuddle and nap together…

(Y/N)’s turned blue and red as she stopped daydreaming and ran her toothbrush underwater.

By nature, (Y/N) was not a gossip girl or a secret keeper— people saw her as a Disney princess, a few of the younger students even called her “Mother Nature”... but she had ruined her status by lying to the person she cared about most.

She didn’t tell Warren about her dormant state, about how she could sleep until possibly March. She wanted to stay awake and active all winter. She wanted to spend her time with her angel.

But he was in Italy fighting crime, and wouldn’t be back until mere days before Christmas.

She had to be awake for Christmas and New Year’s. After that, it didn’t matter.

Wait. Then she remembered Valentine’s Day.

I have to be awake for that too. And Warren’s birthday… I can’t miss those… She made herself a promise she wouldn’t go dormant this winter.

She glanced out the window as she scrubbed her teeth with the toothbrush. It was snowing again, thick heavy flakes came down almost in chunks.

Twenty Days after Warren left

(Y/N) accidentally drank out of Peter’s cup without realizing it for about thirty minutes. Why did it matter?

Peter had caffeine in his soda, and (Y/N) did not. She was planning to go to bed in her room, and wake up when the sun rose to conserve energy.

Now, she was staying up late with her friends, watching some crappy zombie movie on late-night TV.

“They could easily just move to an island. Use the old man’s boat. The zombies can’t swim!” (Y/N) argued during a commercial break.

“Yeah, but there’s never any logic in these things.” Peter drowsed.

“I guess so. It’s kind of dumb though…”

Peter shrugged and took a sip of his drink, “Yeah, but it’s like Sharknado. They make money, it doesn’t matter if it’s bad or not.”

(Y/N) didn’t retaliate, as the final commercial ended and the screen faded to black, signaling the movie was back on.

Scott couldn’t remember when he fell asleep. He rubbed his eyes and tried to see who was all around him.

Peter was passed out on the floor for some reason, Jubilee was asleep on one side of the couch… and Scott saw (Y/N), passed out with her head laying on a pillow.

“Shit! (Y/N)!” He shook her, trying to get a reaction, but nothing happened. He repeated her name trying to undo her slumber until the other two woke.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, hair tussled and eyes half-closed.

“(Y/N) fell asleep on the couch!” Scott was panicking. He had one job— one job from Jubilee, “Make sure she only falls asleep in her bedroom or else she won’t wake up until March.”

“Scott! Stop it!” Jubilee pulled him away from (Y/N)’s sleeping figure. “You could kill her!”

“What—” He turned to Jubilee, “What do we do then?”

“Peter, get Professor McCoy up here.”

“But it’s 4 AM…” Jubilee gave him a deadly glare and he sped off.

Scott was ordered to sit and be quiet while Peter got McCoy.

“She fell asleep. She drank some of my soda earlier, causing her to not be tired. We thought we could get her sleepy by watching a movie, but we all fell asleep before she did…” Peter was giving Hank a 30-second recap, with 3000 words.

“Peter, everything’s going to be fine.” Hank carefully scooped (Y/N) up in his arms, bridal style. He looked her over up close. Her skin looked pale, the leaves and flowers in her hair were gone, all that was left were dried twigs, and the vines usually wrapped around her legs were concealed by sweatpants, so he couldn’t take note on them. “I’m taking her to the medical bay. Everyone go to sleep, you can come back in the morning…” Hank glanced at the time, “You can come back later.”

The three mutants walked to their rooms quietly. Jubilee made a stop at a bathroom to brush her teeth, while Peter and Scott went straight to their dorm.

Peter used his speed to get changed and hop in bed. “I’ll leave the light on while you get changed.” Scott didn’t answer, he didn’t move. “Scott?”

“What if she dies?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Jubilee said she’s been doing this for years, (Y/N)‘s not gonna die.” Scott still didn’t move, causing Peter to sit up and face his roommate better. “Everything will be okay. McCoy knows what to do, and this is no different than when bears go hibernate for the winter or when geese fly south. She’ll be fine.”

“We don’t know that. If something interrupts her she could die—“

“She won’t.” Peter knew he knew, what Scott was thinking. Scott did what anyone would have done. Tried to jostle her awake, he didn’t know what else to do.

“Do you know what it’s like?...”

Peter hadn’t the slightest idea what Scott was referencing, he kept his mouth shut, trying to figure it out.

“To have almost killed someone? Your parents arguing with theirs, lawsuits being threatened, your life could end before theirs and the doctors think they’re on borrowed time… How you know you deserve to be punished, and instead you’re just sent away, to be with more family and start new. You try to be better than you ever were, and people— they believe it. You deserve everything you’ve worked for… and then you go and fuck up! It’s one thing to have your mutation surface and have chunks of ceiling and a bathroom door put a school bully in a coma— but to hurt someone like (Y/N)?...” Scott’s voice trembled. His cheeks were covered in his tears. “If anything happens it’s going to be my fault. Warren’s going to blame me because everyone talks me up about how responsible I am and all these leadership qualities I have, that I actually don’t. Warren is going to kill me if she doesn’t wake up—“ He choked out a sob.

Peter was quick to wrap the boy in his arms. “Hey, hey… shh… shh… You didn’t hurt her. She’s going to be fine. Hank picked her up and carried her to his lab and she did fine. You shaking her didn’t do anything.” Scott continued weeping.

“How about you take a shower, and then we can go see her, okay?” Peter talked slower than ever before and with softness, enough to be gentle, but not so much you’d think Scott was a child.

He nodded, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand.

“Okay, come on buddy…”

Hank had carefully dressed her in a hospital gown and hooked her up to various equipment. Everything seemed normal for her coma-like state. He didn’t wake her up carrying her downstairs.

Hank sat down in a chair next to her. He removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had no idea what to do.

This had happened before, but Hank just kept her in his lab and he wouldn’t do anything until she woke up. Sometimes students would visit to see how she was doing… Most of the time they’d just whisper and watch her for a few minutes before leaving, some made jokes about how she needed Prince Charming to kiss and wake her up.

Hank hesitated allowing Charles tell the team what happened. They wouldn’t be back for another week, and he didn’t want to cause a distraction for them.

“Hey Doc,” Peter waved. Scott was standing next to him.

Hank quickly put his glasses back on and stood up. “What are you doing awake? You should be asleep.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured we could come by, see how (Y/N)’s doing.”

“Yeah— she’s doing fine. Vitals are steady and her heartbeat is regular. All we have to do is wait.” Hank faked some optimism. He knew why they were there, and she was fine— except, Hank had no idea when she’d awake.

“Did you tell Xavier what happened?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, he knows. He said there’s nothing we can do until she wakes up. We have the option to wake her and keep her in the green room, but that’s easier said than done…” Scott looked pale. Hank cursed to himself for freaking the kid out. “Trust me, this is the best option for her.” Scott nodded.

“Yeah… “ Peter tried to distract him. “Why don’t we eat some leftover cake?”

“I’m not hungry Pete,” Scott answered.

“Well I am, and you’re not going to mope around down here. It’ll like, give (Y/N) a bad vibe. Come on.” Scott sighed and followed Peter out of the med bay.

Twenty four days after Warren left

Warren was exhausted, Everyone was. The mission went smoothly, or smoothly as it could, considering the number of minor injuries everyone bore.

“We’ve got a few more hours until we’re home,” Alex announced, checking in on the younger X-Men.

Ororo, Jean, and Kurt were playing go fish. Warren was watching, contributing nothing to the game but sarcastic comments and jokingly-judgemental looks.

“Great, thanks,” They replied.

Alex nodded and walked back to his seat in the cockpit. He pulled something small and rectangular out of his pocket. Warren carefully watched from the corner of his eye.

Is that a cell phone?

Cell phones weren’t allowed on missions. They were distractions, not to mention out of rage cellular fees were expensive— plus with modern technology comes tracking. Having something as minor as a cellphone on a mission could jeopardize the whole operation simply because someone wanted to use google maps and see where the nearest Starbucks was.

“Alex?”

“Yeah?” He stuck the object in his pocket.

“What is that?” Warren kept his down, as to not alert the others.

“What?”

“The thing in your pocket. What is it?”

“Warren—“

Warren was pissed. “It’s a cellphone isn’t it?”

“It’s a burner phone. In case of an emergency—“

“Why’d you take it out?”

“Hank texted me.”

“Oh, great.” Warren spat, “You bring a phone on missions in case you miss your little boyfriend.”

“Warren—“

“No!” He spoke out. At this point, everyone was watching. “You don’t get to break the rules and endanger the mission!”

“Warren, calm down.”

“You can’t tell me—“

“Someone at the mansion got hurt, bird brain. That’s why Alex’s using the burner to text Hank.” Raven rolled her eyes. Dramatic much?

“What?”

No one knew this, not even Jean. They all tuned into the conversation.

“Who did?”

“What happened?”

“Everything’s fine.”Alex lied.

“No, it’s not. You wouldn’t be texting Hank if it was.”

Jean discreetly put two fingers to her temple, trying to figure out who got hurt. Raven saw her and glared, mentally telling her to stop.

“Sorry.”

“Everyone settle down. We have a few hours left until we’re back in Westchester. Just chill out until then.”

Warren rolled his eyes and sat by himself, thinking Raven’s little distraction speech was stupid.

He couldn’t help it— acting all childish— he missed (Y/N) and he really hated having to share a bed with Kurt on missions. Kurt’s tail got all tangled and Warren’s wings were cramped.

It was different from when he’d cuddle with (Y/N). He’d wrap his wings around her, and she’d grow flowers in her sleep around them. It was soothing… He’d wake up refreshed, and looking at his wonderful girlfriend. Kurt was… a major downgrade… he was a decent roommate, but he couldn’t stand him as a bedmate.

Warren yawned, making a note to sleep for ten years and hold (Y/N) while he did it, once he got back home.

The basketball court came into view, and the ground caved in, letting Raven land the Jet in its hangar. Alex announced they were back and free to get off the ship. The rest of the team hastily grabbed their bags and ran out of the X-Jet.

Outside waiting for them was Jubilee, Peter, and Scott. Hank wasn’t there.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Warren teased Alex.

He didn’t respond.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Jean mocked Warren.

Warren did a double-take as Peter and Jubilee spoke to Raven and Ororo. (Y/N) wasn’t there.

“Hey, guys.” The three that stayed behind looked up with guilty expressions on their face as soon as they looked at Warren.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked.

No answer.

Warren asked again, but more concerned, “Guys, where’s (Y/N)?”

“She’s not dead—“ Jubilee hit Peter and scolded him.

“What does that mean?”

The group exchanged nervous eye contact. They weren’t sure how to explain it, but if they didn’t Warren was probably going to attempt murder.

“She’s in what Hank calls a ‘dormant state’. Basically hibernation—“ Warren’s face visibly paled. “Except waking her up is way more complicated…”

“So she’s in a coma?...” He asked.

“Yeah, basically…” Jubilee admitted.

“How did this happen?”

“(Y/N)’s mutation, I thought she told you…”

“Told me what?” Jubilee didn’t answer him. “What, Jubilee?”

Alex put his hand on Warren’s shoulder. “Maybe Hank should explain it…”

“So she won’t wake up until March?”

“April at the latest,” Hank answered.

“And you let this happen?” He turned to Jubilee, Scott, and Peter. They were terrified of what Warren might do.

“No, no, they didn’t,” Hank defended them. “Her body just does this. It’s no different than that time of month…”

“A period isn’t four months long,” Warren mumbled.

“Let’s give him a moment alone with her.” Hank ushered everyone out, shutting the door behind him.

Warren sank in the chair next to (Y/N)’s body. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Fuck,” He mumbled. “Fuck, fuck,” Tears welled in his eyes. “Fuck!” He screamed. He put his fist up to his mouth to muffle his sobs.

“How could… Why didn’t she tell me?” Warren looked at (Y/N)’s figure. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

Warren felt his heart breaking. She looked so… so dead.

But she wasn’t. She wasn’t dead but she wouldn’t wake until March.

It was December.

“Hank said… he said, we could wake you up, but there’s a chance you’ll die. And I’d rather have you like this than dead…” He turned away and mouthed cursed under his breath.

Warren didn’t know what to do. Sure, he wasn’t necessarily one of those clingy boyfriends, whose only life purpose is to serve his girlfriend… but he really liked her.

He wanted to spend more time with her than he ever could. She understood when he had nightmares or needed space. They never fought— their biggest disagreement was on a stupid homework problem.

She made earrings out of some of his metal feathers, he learned how to take care of all kinds of plants. She showed him how to be compassionate and kind, he showed her how to be assertive and throw a decent punch.

Peter teased him all the time, saying he was “in loooove,” dragged out o and everything. He’d always tell him to shut up or piss off.

Because maybe he was in love with her.

“But I’m her first boyfriend.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be her first love.”

“That means I’ll hurt her…” Warren’s voice cracked. “I don’t wanna hurt her…”

He didn’t know she’d hurt him.

Warren wasn’t allowed to sit at (Y/N)’s side all day, or even all week. He had work to make up for when he was in Italy— homework, mid-terms, laundry, post-mission exam— not to mention Christmas was in five days.

He tried to keep himself busy in the first two days, and he overachieved everything he had to do. Which inevitably, left him with nothing to do.

“God, you look miserable,” Peter commented when Warren made his way into the kitchen, bags under his eyes, messy bed-head hair, sweatpants hung low, and a wrinkly t-shirt.

“I stayed up, deep cleaning my closet. I’ve got some stuff I’m gonna donate.”

“That’s nice.” Jean curtly commented.

Nobody knew what to say. They weren’t sure what would trigger Warren.

“We were all gonna see Knives Out,” Scott said. “A day off for everyone, chance to get last-minute gifts…”

“Not interested.” Warren poured himself a bowl of cornflakes.

“Come on,” Jubilee almost begged. “You haven’t left the mansion at all in the past few days.”

“I have stuff to do.” He poured milk into his bowl.

“Warren, you deep cleaned your closet at midnight. You have nothing to do and this will keep you occupied for a while.” Jubilee pointed out.

He was tired, “I don’t want to leave the mansion. What if something happens—“

“(Y/N)’s going to be fine.”

Warren held his spoon tightly in his fist. “That’s what I thought before I went to Italy— Look at her now! She’s in a coma.”

“She’ll wake up in the spring,” Kurt offered up to calm Warren down.

“This could have been prevented. I should have been here—“ Warren felt himself breakdown. He started crying, and no one knew what to do. Ororo got up from her seat and hugged him. He sobbed into her shoulder.

Ororo gave him words of comfort, “It’s okay, this is normal for her. Distance will do you good. Everything’s going to be okay… You should get out, get fresh air.”

Warren nodded and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, “Uh-huh.”

“Come see the movie with us,” She suggested.

“Okay, yeah… I’ll— I’ll go get ready.” He put his bowl in the sink and went out of the kitchen.

“Holy shit.” Peter’s eyes were wide with shock. “He’s a mess!”

Jubilee swatted him with her hand, “Hush! He’s clearly upset… His girlfriend’s in hibernation until March.”

“Yeah, but like, he just started crying,” Peter stated. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Warren cry before… He just looked so broken, like, holy shit. I don’t think I was that upset when I got cheated on by my girlfriend, junior year on prom night…” The worst part is, we could have prevented this.”

“I think I’m gonna puke,” Scott mumbled.

“Hey!” Ororo chasted the two boys. “I don’t care what happened while we were gone, but you’re both acting pathetic. This is no one’s fault! Get your heads out of your asses and be there for Warren.”

“We should wake her up…” Everyone looked at Scott like he was crazy.

“And risk killing her?” Ororo asked.

“Yeah, no,” Peter answered. “Romeo may follow suit.”

Warren didn’t want to go outside, but he needed to keep busy, or else he’d start crying again.

He was a mess— he knew Kurt was tired of him staying up all night, doing anything and everything to keep busy… but when he closed his eyes he was face to face with nightmares— (Y/N)’s practically lifeless body lying in the hospital bed, her never waking up, or if she did she’d have amnesia and not remember anyone.

Warren couldn’t sleep, but staying up all night would eventually take its toll on him, or he’d run out of things to do.

Warren got changed and quickly ran downstairs to the medical bay. He wanted to check on (Y/N) before he left.

“How is she?”

“Same as she has been for the past few days,” Hank answered. “Everything’s normal, and she’s doing fine— great actually.”

Warren nodded, “Um, I just wanted to see how she was doing. I’m going out with the other X-Men… we’re seeing Knives Out… Ororo said it’d be a good idea for me to get out of the mansion.”

Hank blinked and then frowned in thought. “Yeah, she’s right. However, you seem to be doing really well, considering the situation. You haven’t spent all your time down here, but you do visit. You haven’t acted out with a huge wave of impulse emotions, but getting out for a little bit would be great for you.”

Warren bit his tongue, holding back from telling Hank the truth about how he was doing. “Yeah… I’ll um, see you later.”

Warren zoned out in the middle of the movie for a few minutes and had to ask Kurt what happened.

“Police chased them down.”

“Ah, okay.” Warren nodded. He glanced at his other friends. Scott had an arm around Jean, and they were cuddling, practically on top of each other, in the big recliners. Jubilee bought sour patch kids and was sharing the bag with Ororo. Peter and Kurt were really engrossed in the movie, and Warren was just kind of there…

He was lonely— The movie was good, and he was enjoying it— but Warren as a whole was lonely.

He put up the hard “I don’t need anybody,” exterior to protect himself from hurt. His poor relationship with his parents caused him to be cautious and made it hard for him to develop a steady healthy relationship with any authority figures in his life. His cage fighting days taught him, he was alone, and nobody was ever going to love him, and he’d have to fight to get anywhere in life.

Obviously, that proved to be false— he found confinement in Alex, (and sometimes Hank), as the older brother he never had. The community in the mansion proved he didn’t have to be so alone, and (Y/N) made him realize love is not some made-up fantasy, concocted in Disney’s headquarters.

(Y/N) felt like his best friend on most occasions, and while he had all his other friends, her being gone made him feel so empty inside.

On Christmas Eve he moped around in Scott and Peter’s room, one earbud in listening to sad music.

Scott wasn’t even there— he was doing God knows what with Jean, and Peter was playing Pac-Man.

“You can hang out with me tomorrow if you want. I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

“I’m good.” Warren knew Peter would probably run home and mess around with his sisters and mom, or awkwardly hang around the mansion, trying to find Erik and tell him about their relationship.

“Dude,” He awkwardly chuckled. “Okay, look— um, I know, nothing I say can fix the situation, but if you want to talk I’m here.”

Warren paused his music. “What was the last thing she said?”

Peter was awestruck, “She’s not dead!”

“I know—“

“She’s in a coma that she’s going to wake up from! She didn’t die.”

“I know that! I just want to know what she said before she went into the coma…”

Peter felt guilty for jumping to conclusions. Warren seemed so defeated, like a kicked puppy. “We were watching a crappy zombie movie on tv… and it was like, really bad, and we were mostly complaining about how bad it was. The last thing I remember was she said something about how the prosthetics sucked and she could have done it better with some mint leaves and slime.”

The corner of Warren’s lip rose up slightly. Typical (Y/N), but she was probably right.

“Wanna play Pac-Man with me?”

Warren sat up, “Sure.”

“He just started crying, like— I’ve never seen anyone so upset, and I thought you were dead at one point!” Scott was frazzled in Hank’s lab with Alex, Jubilee, Jean, Ororo, and Kurt.

“He seemed fine when he came down to visit her the other day.” Scott gave Hank a disbelieving look. “Well if he’s crying over little things, obviously he’s extremely stressed out and I’m not going to push him.”

Scott glanced in the direction of (Y/N)’s area in the lab, “Maybe we should wake her up.”

“Are you crazy?!” Jubilee asked. “She could die from that—“

“She probably won’t though… (Y/N) being unconscious has made Warren, everyone on edge.”

“You want an easy way out of this,” Jubilee raised her voice as she kept speaking, “If you really cared about how Warren was, you’d be trying to comfort him best you can despite your half-assed friendship!”

“It’s our fault she’s like this, Jubes! We were supposed to make sure she didn’t fall asleep anywhere besides her room, and we couldn’t do it.”

“Scott, she was getting weaker every day, this would have happened no matter what—“

His voice got louder, yet he was practically shaking, “No, we had the most simple task in the world! And we couldn’t do it! We’re the X-Men and we couldn’t even keep a girl from falling asleep!”

Jean hugged Scott, running her fingers through his hair. “It’s not your fault. She does this every year— and it’s not like you ignored her.”

“What if it was you instead? I’d be just like Warren…”

“Don’t say that—” She kissed the top of his head. “You’d be fine.”

“I think we should discuss this with Warren and the Professor before we do anything, drastic.” Hank’s final words were clearly aimed at Scott.

“We can wake her up…”

Everyone was still in the lab, but this time Warren and Professor Xavier were present. Warren didn’t move, he was focused on what Hank was telling him and what it actually meant.

“But… she could die if not done correctly. Waking up an animal early out of hibernation could kill it, but getting a plant out of its dormant season would just weaken it, if done too quickly though, it could kill the plant.”

“Hank,” Charles rubbed the bridge of his nose, “I thought we agreed, when (Y/N) goes dormant, we do not disturb her. We agreed with her parents several years ago.”

“Yeah, but that was when she was a kid. She’s older now, and everyone’s distraught. Her boyfriend—“

“Oh, please,” Charles scoffed. “If I got on my knees and tried to align the stars every time Erik got hurt, there wouldn’t even be a school.”

“Cut the crap. You and Erik fight and make up like some divorced couple in a soap opera. When Erik gets hurt, you’re always the first to know.”

Xavier didn’t say anything out loud, he just glared.

“Um, personally, uh, sorry,” Warren awkwardly cut in. “I think if (Y/N) might die if we wake her up, then it’s not worth it. And if her parents agreed, letting her sleep is the best thing, then it probably is.”

Warren didn’t even want to think about her folks. Could you imagine? Their daughter dies because some dumb goth boy couldn’t handle her taking a three-month-long nap without him. Yeah, that’d impress them.

Charles clapped his hands together, “Well, there! It’s settled then. (Y/N) is fine as she is. I know this is upsetting for her to not be present around the holidays, but we can all assume she would want us to have fun and be kind to others, showing compassion and always helping those in need.”

Warren couldn’t sleep. He was restless in bed— too hot, then too cold, he’d have the beginnings of a nightmare or no dream at all— he was sure Kurt would have kicked him out by now if he hadn’t made the decision to sleep in Peter and Scott’s room for the night.

His tossing and turning made him have to pee. He got up and went over to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror as he dried his hands he sighed. Warren looked so tired, but he didn’t know what to do.

For the first time since Germany, he truly felt alone.

He grabbed the two gifts stored under his bed and he quietly walked down the halls.

None of the doors were locked, it was almost too easy for him to get into Hank’s lab.

He flicked on the light switch, even though he didn’t need to. Her sleeping figure made his heart almost burst out of his chest. Warren felt so awkward standing there.

He set the gifts down on a chair and walked over to (Y/N).

“Hi…” No response. “Um, I don’t know if you can hear me… but like, Jubilee and Kurt watch all those soaps and they always have characters talking to people in comas so I figured, maybe, just maybe, you could hear something… anyway, um… I miss you. I really miss you and I wish you’d said something about all this…” He sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ve been trying to keep myself busy, with homework and chores and training. It’s been driving Kurt crazy that I’m up all the time, but I can’t sleep most nights…”

He paused for a moment, for the thought of, Am I crazy? Flashed through his brain.

“I got you that fancy water filtered you wanted for Christmas… along with some mollisol soil in a jar…” He huffed in amusement while glancing at the gifts. “Peter made fun of me. He said, “No girl wants a jar of dirt for Christmas.” But I know you’d be happy with it— trying to divide it equally among every plant in your room, your eyes lighting up when you see improvements in them…” Warren looked at (Y/N) and smiled sadly.

“We haven’t even been dating for a whole year, but it feels like it’s been forever…” His eyes watered and his voice faltered, “And that’s love… Isn’t it?... Everyone tells me something different, but— I think I love you. No— I know I love you. I love you and, and, I don’t know… I don’t know what I’ll do while you’re here. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and see everyone all happy like nothing’s wrong— or Scott kissing Jean when he thinks no one’s looking if I can’t put my arm around you and pull you closer and give him a look that states we’re a cuter couple…” Warren almost laughed at himself. His dumb competition with Scott.

“I know you’d want me to pretend like nothing’s wrong because it isn’t— but it is… I don’t know what to do…”

Kurt knocked on the door of his room the next morning. “Warren! Merry Christmas!” No response.

“I need to brush my teeth.” Still no answer.

Kurt opened the door himself, “Warren?” The room was empty. “Where are you?”

“Hey, Kurt,” Scott peaked in, still in pajamas. “Everything alright?”

“Warren’s gone.”

“He’s probably downstairs already. Peter and Jubilee are, I bet he’s with them.”

“Oh. You’re probably right.” Scott bid him goodbye and went to Jean’s room. Kurt still couldn’t get the feeling that Scott was wrong out of his system.

Hank and Alex were headed down to the lab, giggling and acting like kids sneaking around.

“Alex,” Hank breathed in between laughs, “I just wanna check on (Y/N).”

“I know,” He managed between the kisses he left all over Hank’s neck.

“Give me five minutes. Then we can join the others.”

Alex frowned as Hank opened the door. “I want to be alone with you.”

“Wasn’t this morning enough?” Hank joked.

Alex rolled his eyes and hugged Hank from behind.

Hank smiles and walked into the med Bay Area, where (Y/N) was put.

He was shocked, to say the least. Alex too.

“Did he wake her?” Alex whispered.

“I don’t think so. Her heart rate hasn’t changed.”

Alex gently shook Warren’s shoulder, “Hey, kid, time to get up.”

He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, squinting to adjust to the light. “Mmmmhmmmggg…”

“Merry Christmas.” Hank teased as he looked over (Y/N)’s vitals.

“Shit.” Warren rubbed his eyes, “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah.”

“When did you come down here? I went upstairs at around eleven.” Hank commented.

“You got into our room at 11:37 PM.” Alex corrected him.

“Uhh, I don’t remember…” Warren was too tired to think. He wanted to get something to eat and go back to bed. He didn’t want to see everyone messing around the tree Charles got the younger students to set up. He wanted to go back to sleep right in bed with (Y/N), but he knew Hank wouldn’t let him.

“Everyone’s upstairs,” Hank said.

“I know,” Warren said back.

Alex was preoccupied with his phone. Scott kept texting him where he was— for being the younger brother, he acted like an older one.

“Look, uh, I don’t want to overstep anything—” Hank said somewhat quietly to Warren. “I know we’re not that close, but—“

Warren shot him down, “I don’t need to talk to anyone. But thanks for the offer, Hank.”

Hank pushes his glasses up his nose, “No, it’s not that… When Alex was presumed dead, and we found his body and he was in a coma… I was an emotional wreck. I spent all my time down here, worried he’d wake up any second, or never wake up, or wake up and not remember who I am… We weren’t even dating at the time. I was just so heartbroken because I wasted literal decades avoiding him and my feelings and— sorry. Sorry. I got off track… the point is, I get it. I’m not going to judge you for coming down at night to sleep with her.”

“Just, just don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

Hank nodded understandingly.

“Whatcha guys talking about?” Alex got up and wrapped an arm around Hank.

“How much I love you,” Hank stated matter of factly.

Alex chuckled and kissed Hank’s cheek. “Don’t bother him with that. I’m sure Warren doesn’t want to hear you talk about our relationship.”

“I don’t care,” Warren told him.

“Still— go upstairs. Scott and Kurt think you got kidnapped or something.”

“Alright, alright,” Warren had to laugh, “I will.”

“We’ll meet you up there.”

Neither of the older men spoke until the door shut.

“He loves her.”

“Hmm?” Alex looked at Hank curiously.

“Warren, he loves (Y/N).” Alex hummed in agreement.

“They’re good for each other.”

Warren walked into the common room while chaos was in full motion.

Kurt was teleporting from place to place in the room, Ororo was focusing on making it snow outside, surprisingly, Peter was asleep on the couch, and Jean and Scott were cuddled under a blanket by the fireplace, obviously feeling each other up.

“Warren!” Kurt jumped down and landed at his feet. “Where have you been?”

He shrugged, “Workout.”

“Okay…” Kurt wasn’t convinced, but

“Hey, Warren! I made these brownies, they’re really good—“ She handed him one. “Here!”

“Uh, thanks.” He took a bite out of it. Gooey. Rich chocolate flavor. Yet, it also crumbled. Not half bad.

Warren smiled and nodded, telling Jubilee it was delicious. She was thrilled.

After a round of greetings to everyone, Warren sat on the couch next to Peter. “There’s a present for you…” He murmured, half asleep.

Warren furrowed his brows and looked at the tree. There was one gift left. The wrapping paper was black, with two silver bows on it. Warren smiled sadly at it, as he held it in his arms.

“Aww… It’s you!” Peter teased. Warren laughed a little, before opening it.

It was a box. Obviously, not empty. Warren removed the lid and looked through it. Inside was a disposable camera, an empty photo book, and a letter. He grabbed the letter first and read it.

Warren,

If you’re reading this, I’m either dormant or will be soon. I didn’t tell you anything about it because I’m scared. I’m scared you’d want to break up because I’m not conscious for part of the year. To most people, I’m sure it’d be a major turn off. But as Jubilee sometimes puts it, you’re ‘a little too attached’ to me to break up with me over a long nap. :) Or at least I hope so.

Anyway, I don’t want you moping over me the whole time, because you’ll just be sad and closed off and lose a lot of progress in your mental health. And I worry about you. I’ll be worrying about you quite a bit while I’m hibernating.

Uh, I can also hear everything you say to me. In case you wanna chat. I can’t say anything back, but it’s nice to listen.

I got you the camera and photobook to give you something to do. When I wake up you can catch me up on everything I missed. Take some pictures, save some memes for me, make a playlist of songs you think I’d like, movies I need to watch— Jubilee did it my first year here, and I liked it. I didn’t feel like I was wasting my time sleeping… I sometimes feel that way— I could do schoolwork, or spend time with my plants that still trudge through winter, or hang out with my friends… don’t feel sad, this is a normal bodily function… for me… You’re gonna think it sucks, which is kind of does, but I’ll try to make up for lost time… I love you…

(Y/N)

Warren couldn’t read the last few words, they’d been scratched out. He rubbed his eye, trying not to cry.

“What’d you get?” Peter asked.

“Uh, camera… So (Y/N)’s got photos for when she wakes up…”

“Aww…” Peter cooed. “That’s so cute— Hey guys! Let’s get a group photo!”

“Peter, I don’t— I don’t think that’s necessary—”

“Too bad!” Peter snatched the camera from Warren’s hands and started motioning and yelling at people to get in the frame. “I used to use these all the time as a kid— these little disposable cameras. I loved them!” Peter pressed the button, and a light flashed for a moment. He turned the dial on it and then handed it back to Warren. “You know how to use these, right?”

“Uh…”

“Great! You’ve totally got this.”

Peter was gone in a flash, leaving Warren alone.

He huffed, what was he really going to do with a camera? He didn’t want to bring his girlfriend up to speed with pop culture and all the drama she missed. He wanted to live through it all with her.

But he couldn’t…

Warren went back downstairs to the lab. Nobody stopped him from leaving or even asked where he was going. It was like he had no value in the group without (Y/N), just someone they tolerated, if that even.

He wanted to scream, knowing she could hear, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t find his voice… no words came out… just tears…

He fell down to the floor and cried. That’s all he could do.

You’re so weak! Pathetic! You can’t spend a moment away from her and you cry like a fucking baby! You don’t deserve her…

His sobs were the only things you could hear in the room.

New Year’s came and gone. The X-Men threw a party. Warren took a photo since he knew (Y/N) would have wanted to be there.

He didn’t want to be there. Soon as he took his photo he wanted to leave. He never liked parties, not as a kid, not in Berlin, and not when he came to the mansion— until he started dating (Y/N).

She got invited to several parties. Some were just dorm get-togethers with different groups of kids, others were house parties from the kids at the public school down the road, some were like this… real parties. She always wanted Warren with her when she went, and he never said no. He didn’t always enjoy them, but he didn’t mind. If (Y/N) had a good time, so did he.

But here Warren was, moping in the corner of Xavier’s ballroom.

He didn’t leave his room on Valentine’s day, despite still having classes. He trained for three hours a day, not including the group workouts and training required for all members of the X-Men.

He volunteered to go on more missions. He didn’t want to be stuck in the mansion for more than two days at a time. No one objected, he was a valuable member of the team, and the more experience the better he would get.

He was to go to London for three weeks with Ororo, Hank, Jean, and Scott.

Jean and Scott were excited because this just meant they’d somehow end up in a hotel room alone together at night, while everyone else was sleeping.

Warren was not too thrilled, as he was jealous. No need to sugarcoat it. Warren was jealous that Scott got Jean all 365 days of the year, that he never had to be away from her for more than a week, that they could flaunt their relationship and how happy they were together.

It made his stomach churn, but there was nothing he could do.

“I’m going to London for a few days… If I meet Harry Styles I’ll tell him you’re a fan…” (Y/N) laid in bed, lifeless. Warren tucked his hair behind his ears, making a note to get a haircut soon. “I’m going with Scott, Jean, and Ororo…”

He hated this. He hated talking to her, knowing she could hear him but not say anything back. It was different the few days before Christmas, but now it was all just a mess.

“Bye.” He threw his duffle bag over his shoulder and walked out.

One week.

One week with no cell phones, no homework, nothing. Sure, Warren would probably have to punch a few bad guys, but other than that he just wanted to sleep. He didn’t really care for much anymore. He tried his best to stay engaged and involved, keep himself busy, but it was extremely challenging.

A five-hour flight, with nothing to do.

“You guys excited?” Hank asked.

“Yeah!”

“Definitely.”

“I’m hoping I can use some new moves Mystquie’s been teaching me.”

“Mhmm…” Warren mumbled.

Hank glanced at him. He looked depressing.

“We’re in London for a week, I bet we’ll have some time to do sightseeing or go out.”

“Ooo!” Jean nudged Scott. “That’ll be fun, right babe?”

He nodded, “Oh yeah.”

Warren brought Peter’s walkman with him, and put in his earbuds and closed his eyes, assumingly taking a nap.

Once they arrived and checked into their rooms, Warren was still tired. He wanted to take another nap.

“So, I think we should go out tonight—” Hank handed everyone their room keys, “—You guys have been working really hard, and not much praise is given by Alex or Raven, or Erik when he occasionally shows up… but we’re proud of you.”

“Aww…” “Thanks, Hank…”

Warren just offered a smile.

“We can unpack and get changed if you guys want, we can go out and get some dinner?”

Everyone thought Hank’s plan was good, and they separated into their rooms.

“You doing okay?” Scott asked while unpacking his bag.

“Yeah… Why?”

“You didn’t say anything the whole ride here.”

“I took a nap,” Warren unzipped his bag.

“Oh.”

“I’m not going to unexpectedly burst into tears.” Warren snapped.

“I didn’t say you were—”

“Everyone thinks I am, I’m not stupid. I know you think I’m emotionally unstable and Hank’s been acting all nice on this mission because of it.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

Scott sat down on his bed, “Are you emotionally unstable?”

Warren glared at him, “I’ve been working my ass off for this mission. I’ve trained longer and harder than anybody else. Do I look unstable to you?”

“No! I just thought—”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna shower and get dressed for dinner.” He walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Hank had asked the woman at the front desk a good place to eat. She recommended some local place down the road. He rounded up the kids, despite there only being four of them.

“A night out will do us good.”

“You’ve been saying that,” Warren mumbled.

“You didn’t have to come you know,” Ororo stated.

“I have nothing better to do with my time.”

Ororo kept her mouth shut, knowing she could have said something back, but knowing Warren, it was better not to.

The restaurant was pretty crowded, despite it being the middle of the week, but the group still managed to get a table.

Their server was friendly. They got drinks. They ordered their food.

“You okay, Warren?” Hank noticed he hardly touched his food.

“Mhmm… Just not that hungry. I’ll probably get a box.”

“Oh, okay,” Hank nodded, a little unsure.

They left the restaurant and went back to the hotel. Warren took his shirt off and laid on his bed.

“I’m gonna hang out with Jean… You gonna be okay?”

Warren let out a breathy laugh, “Yeah, yeah. Go have fun, Cyclops… I’m going to bed.”

Warren couldn’t sleep. He didn’t really want to. He turned on the tv, trying to find something to watch.

Someone knocked on the door while he was in the middle of some cooking show. Warren got up and opened his door. “Hey, Ro.”

“Hey, Jean kicked me out. Wanna go for a swim in the pool?”

“Sure.”

He quickly got changed and followed Ororo downstairs.

The got into the elevator and were quiet at first.

“I think they have a hot tub.”

“Cool.”

Ororo glanced at Warren and sighed. “I’m here for you if you want to talk.”

He nodded, “I know.”

“For real. You’re allowed to talk about your feelings.”

“I don’t want to.”

Ororo sighed, “Warren…”

He looked back at her. “I want this all to be over.”

“(Y/N)—”

“It’s not fair! Everyone in my life has left me or used me somehow— and I know she’s different, but it’s not fair! I was so happy with her and—”

The elevator stopped. It wasn’t their floor. The doors opened the reveal a young woman. She had a familiar glow to her and leaves in her hair.

Warren looked at her, feeling lightheaded at seeing her.

“(Y/N)?”

Warren woke up in his hotel bed. He wasn’t sure how he got there. He didn’t even remember going to the pool with Ororo. All he could remember was her.

(Y/N).

He looked over to his left and saw Scott peacefully asleep in his bed, sleep mask on and everything. The TV was off, and so were all the lights. Warren couldn’t go back to bed, it wasn’t an option.

He quietly got out of bed and slipped on his shoes, slowly opening the door, as to not wake Scott.

He went out to the halls. He had no plan, no idea where he was going, but he needed to get out.

He walked around, lost in the halls late at night. He wasn’t tired, but he was upset. He didn’t want to keep crying, he didn’t want to be so dependent on (Y/N), but without her—

The sound of thunder interrupted his thoughts. He looked outside and saw it was raining. It reminded him of (Y/N)— without her, all it did was rain and snow.

Hank said they were looking for someone. Someone Xaiver wanted to bring back to the mansion. This type of mission was more stealth and would require little physical fighting.

Hank got told from an anonymous source she’d be at some socialite gathering.

“Scott, Jean, you’re going to pretend to be some young, rich, American couple. Get in there, find our target, and get her alone. Convince her to come back with us if that doesn’t work let us know on the comms.”

“What does she look like?”

“Her name is Betsy Braddock—” Hank pulled up a file with all her information on his tablet.

“What does Xavier want with her?” Warren asked, anger rising in his tone.

Betsy… She left him to die in Egypt. She got him wrapped up in the Apocalypse cult nonsense. He didn’t want to see her again, he didn’t want to see her ever.

“She knows something about the attacks in Italy we dealt with around Christmas, plus she’s somewhat telepathic… I know your past with her is messy, but—”

“It’s fine. I don’t care.” Everyone looked at Warren, surprised at his statement.

“Alright. You guys know what to do— Jean, Scott, get dressed and ready for the party. I’ll get you an uber— Ororo, Warren, You guys are going to a hideout location not far from the location of the party, in case backup is needed. I’m going to stay and operate things here.

The first few hours of the mission went as expected. Jean and Scott made small talk with people, trying to find Betsy.

Warren didn’t want to see her, or more, he didn’t want her to see him in his current emotional state. But it didn’t matter what he wanted. He argued and insisted on joining this mission, and now he could see why Xavier was hesitant to let him go.

“I see her,” Jean said. “She’s not with anyone.”

Jean’s earpiece was quiet after that.

Warren and Ororo sat there for what felt like forever. Jean and Scott talked occasionally, but it was never directly to them.

The young couple eventually lured Betsy into an empty room.

“You didn’t really bring me up here to sleep with me, did you?” She asked, messing with her hair in the slight reflection from a window.

Jean shook her head, “No. But we want you to come back with us… You’ve heard of Charles Xavier…”

Betsy nodded.

“He wants you to help him with the attacks on the mutant community in southern Italy.”

“What will he give me in return?” Scott and Jean exchanged a quick glance. They weren’t exactly sure.

Scott’s voice faltered slightly, “You can…”

Jean finished his sentence. “—You can discuss that with him when we get to New York.”

Betsy turned her head to look at them, “And what if I say no?”

“We’ll chase you down until you do,” Scott stated with more confidence than before.

“Alright. I’ll go with you.”

Betsy had no idea Warren was in London, or even alive for that matter. Warren had no idea how she was going to react, and he didn’t really want to find out.

But he didn’t really have an option.

“Give us time to pack up and we can leave for Westchester,” Jean explained in the ride back to the hotel.

“Who else is with you?”

“Dr. McCoy is back at the hotel, and Ororo and Warren should be there too.” Betsy’s expression changed. “You probably know them as—”

“I know exactly who they are. I thought Warren died…”

Scott shook his head, “Nope. He’s doing great.” Scott blinked away the uncertainty hidden behind his words.

Betsy nodded, unsure what to say. She thought about maybe jumping out of the car, and never seeing these people again. She knew Warren would be angry when he saw her. She couldn’t blame him.

“He’s not upset with you…” Betsy looked at Jean, a bit shocked. “He’s hurting from something else… Don’t ask about it… just trust me...”

“Easy for you to say.” Betsy scoffed.

Jean shook her head, “You’ll see…”

“We’re here.” The driver stopped the car and the three got out.

Betsy looked up at the hotel the group was staying at, “Nice place.”

They walked in and headed to the nearest elevator. Jean was fidgeting with the comm in her ear.

“We got back about twenty minutes ago,” Ororo said.

“We’re on our way to our rooms,” Jean replied.

The elevator dinged, signaling it was at the destined floor.

They packed up quickly, and stood out in the hall, bags in hand.

Hank introduced himself to Betsy. Her response was short, she was preoccupied with her ex-boyfriend standing less than five feet away from her.

“Hi.”

He looked sad and more tired than usual. Seeing him sober was mind-blowing to Betsy, but people change. She hadn’t seen him in a few years— sure they saw each other during the Apocalypse incident, but that was a few days— she was really going to see him this time.

He didn’t respond to her. She frowned.

The plane ride was long and tedious. Betsy had nothing to do and wanted nothing more than to leave. So, she decided to try and talk to Warren again.

“Hey.” He turned his head around best he could and looked at Betsy questioningly. She nodded. “What’s up?”

“Not much.” Warren wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk.

“Cool… Cool…”

There was a pause before Warren spoke up, “Do you need anything?”

“Just wanted to talk…”

“You have other options.”

Betsy rolled her eyes.

“I don’t really wanna talk to you right now… And I don’t need you poking around in my head either.”

“I wasn’t going to,” She said calmly.

Warren didn’t respond. Betsy sighed, he was useless. Warren wasn’t going to talk even if she forced him. And she couldn’t really blame him, but she had a lingering feeling in her stomach.

Probably just my dinner digesting…

At some point, Betsy fell asleep, for when the plane landed Hank had to wake her up. She rubbed her eyes and undid her seatbelt.

“Do we have to go through security again?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, we left the country,” Hank told him while glancing at his watch.

Scott was not too thrilled. Everyone was tired to some degree. It was extremely late, and they went back a few hours due to the time zone.

“It won’t be that long. There’s hardly anyone here.”

Everyone went through security and headed to the baggage claim to get their stuff.

Jean was the first to get her suitcase— a medium-sized, teal one— Warren was next, and his was all black, to no one’s surprise, but the nametag on it looked drastic tied to the handle.

It was clear, with glitter and flowers trapped inside it. It didn’t seem like Warren at all to Betsy, but what did she know?

Hank took Betsy to an empty room and told her she could sleep there for the time being. She set her bags on the floor and looked around. There was a dated-looking wallpaper upon the walls, and the bed took up a little under half of the room.

It was alright.

Betsy rummaged through her bag for some pajamas when she heard footsteps.

Hank had left almost immediately after he showed her the room, so it couldn’t be him. She opened the door only to see Warren walking down the hall. She quietly followed him, staying several steps behind.

He went down to the main floor, and even further down into the basement.

This place is huge! Betsy said to herself.

The basement looked different from the rest of the mansion, for the walls and floor were made of metal.

Warren turned right, into a room within the basement. Betsy held her breath as she got closer.

What is he doing down here?

Betsy caught sight of a girl laying in a hospital bed. Warren sat down next to her and started talking…

That’s why he’s on edge… Betsy had accidentally bumped into something, making a loud noise.

Warren shot up, “Who’s there?”

Betsy tried to sneak out, but Warren caught her.

“Betsy!”

She froze.

“Why were you following me?”

“Why are you visiting a coma patient at three in the morning?” She asked back.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

“I mean I figured as much—”

“So leave.” He cut her off and was sharp. “Please…” He pleaded more in his last word.

She looked at her unconscious figure, “I could help…”

“No,” He was stern.

“I could—” “—You’d kill her.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” She defended.

“Yeah, you would. Her mutation makes her basically hibernate until March, so she’s fine.”

“I could still help— I’ve helped you before…”

“No, you didn’t! You were constantly going in and out of my life whenever it was convenient for you and came back when I didn’t need you too! You— you ruined my life!”

Betsy felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

“Look…” Warren sighed. “Betsy… I’m sorry. I don’t want your help… I don’t want you to hurt her.”

Betsy nodded, she knew Warren wasn’t going to change his mind.

“Okay.”

“What?”

“I won’t help you.” She left the medical room, leaving Warren alone with his thoughts.

Over the next few days, Betsy accommodated herself to the mansion, giving Xavier the information he wanted, and exploring the grounds.

She was almost always accompanied by Jubilee, per some people’s request, seeing as her past wasn’t spotless.

Jubilee was full of energy, and always willing to tell Betsy whatever she asked about.

“Who’s Warren’s girlfriend?”

“Her name is (Y/N). She controls plants. She can also grow them from her body. And her eyes change color based on her mood… She’s uh, she’s not around at the moment, but that’s not important.”

Betsy nodded along as Jubilee spoke. “Is he happy?”

“Do you miss him?”

Betsy struggled to let out a straight answer, “No— ugh— I just— I ruined his life.”

“You didn’t ruin his life!” Betsy glared at her. “Okay, okay, maybe you kind of did ruin his life, but he’s fine now. He’s just a little on edge you’re here and (Y/N) isn’t.”

“I don’t need to stay here—”

“Bullshit!” Jubilee exclaimed. “You’ve got nowhere else to go, really.”

“It’s more complicated than that.”

Betsy was rarely ever alone. She was too busy helping the X-Men.

She had a few moments to herself though. She was never sure what to do. She couldn’t just up and leave and go out to some bar and sulk in a corner and come back drunk and angry— that’d paint her as extremely irresponsible. She didn’t want to bore or impose on the X-Men if she didn’t have to.

She wandered around the mansion. It was massive and somewhat old and stuffy looking, but also gave off those classic school vibes.

Betsy wandered into the basement at some point and quickly learned, that was where the X-Men trained, made battle and mission plans, stored their jet, Hank worked on costumes and more in his lab, and where their medical bay was kept.

She knew she shouldn’t be down there alone. Betsy wasn’t going to do anything bad, but it felt wrong.

She was watching a girl in a coma sleep. There were so many things wrong about that.

Of course, no one would really care, except for maybe Warren— but he had every good reason to.

“You keep visiting me.”

Betsy almost jumped. The voice had startled her. She thought she was alone.

“Jean?” But didn’t sound like Jean. Betsy couldn’t decipher who it was.

She sat there for another thirty minutes, hoping the voice would return, but it didn’t.

So she got up and left.

It was probably just a student. My telepathic abilities aren’t the strongest. It was probably just a student somewhere on the grounds…

She didn’t tell anyone about the voice. She didn’t want to seem crazy, because it probably didn’t mean anything.

“Hey, guys! I found this on my google drive! It’s a bunch of videos from Xavier’s fourth of July party!” Peter had his laptop open at a table, with a few papers spread about.

Everyone, including Betsy, gathered around Peter as he played a few video clips.

It was Warren, Peter, Scott, and (Y/N) all together in the first one. They were walking in a parking lot with shopping bags in their hands.

“We just spent—” Peter cut Warren off.

“We just spent $2,000 on fireworks! Holy fuck!” Everyone else is laughing at his enthusiasm.

“Can’t Jubilee just produce fireworks? Why did we need this many anyway?”

“It’s for the American aesthetic, (Y/N)!”

They got into the car and Peter was still recording.

“Weren’t you born in Poland or something?”

“America was founded on immigration—”

The clip was cut off, and the next one played automatically. But Betsy remembered the voice. The female one. It was like the one she heard in the basement… was (Y/N) trying to contact her?

She tried to focus as the next few clips played, she needed to hear (Y/N)’s voice again.

“Kurt, look—” Peter was still recording with his smartphone, he had zoomed in on a darker part of Xavier’s. It was a tree, and two people were leaning up against it— clearly making out.

“Jean told me she went to get more popsicles!” Kurt whined.

Everyone watching was laughing, except for Scott and Jean, who were extremely embarrassed they got caught.

“You ain’t slick, Summers.”

“Shut up.”

Footsteps could be heard. “What are we doing?” (Y/N) asked.

“Look—” Kurt motioned to the couple at the tree.

“Oh, gross. They don’t even know we’re watching! And to think… Warren went inside to see what Jean was doing…”

“Well, he won’t find out,” Kurt joked.

Betsy knew she heard (Y/N) voice in the basement… but why? Was she a ghost? Did her unconscious state allow her to communicate telepathically?

She needed to go back there, alone, but she knew that was almost impossible. Hank was almost always down in the lab, and Warren was almost always visiting (Y/N).

That didn’t really matter to her. Betsy needed to talk to her or hear her voice again. She thought about asking Jean, but she thought that would be fruitless.

She went to visit (Y/N) again, but this time she spoke to her.

“Can you hear me?”

No response.

“My name is Betsy Braddock. I know who you are and I’m not going to hurt you.”

Betsy huffed, “This is stupid!” She got up and began to walk out.

“Wait!” Betsy froze. (Y/N) said something. “You keep visiting me…”

“I’m just curious about you,” Betsy responded.

“Why?”

“I don’t know I—”

“Betsy?” Warren’s voice was stern and almost angry. “What are you doing here?”

“I can hear her. Like, with my abilities… I know you didn’t really want me down here and I understand—”

“Then why are you here?”

“I wanted to see if I could communicate with her telepathically…” She admitted. “That’s all. I’m not trying to wake her or anything.”

“I’m sorry… but I can hear people and it’s nice to have someone who can hear me back…”

Betsy, plagued with guilt, looked over at (Y/N), whos lifeless form hadn’t changed a bit, despite the obvious sadness in her words.

“I just feel, so bad and I don’t know why and… I ruined your life. There’s no shortcut, without me you would have left the fighting ring in less than three weeks… You’d have your feathery wings still… but I loved you and I couldn’t let go, and I thought bringing Apocalypse to you would make up for all the shit I did…”

“I was a kid. I didn’t even know what love meant! And I’m not avoiding you on purpose, I don’t resent you as much as I did when I first came here… but I don’t know what you want, okay? Our lives aren’t connected anymore, and I just want (Y/N) back...” Warren was biting down on his lip to keep himself from breaking down crying.

“Tell him I’m sorry.”

“(Y/N) said she’s sorry…”

Warren’s gaze shifted between the two girls.

“Why is she sorry?”

“All I’ve done since Christmas is make him unhappy and upset. He deserves someone who isn’t asleep for part of the year.”

“She said, you deserve someone who isn’t asleep for part of the year.”

Warren walked over to (Y/N)’s body, he held her hand in his. “It’s not about what I may or may not deserve. It’s about what I want and love.”

“I love him…”

Betsy was about to repeat what she said, but Warren was crying. He had let a single tear drip down.

It landed on (Y/N)’s hand. And soon as it did, her eyes flew open.

She was gasping for air, eyes squinting up at the fluorescent lights. (Y/N) heard voices.

“She’s awake…”

“It’s almost March, that might be too early—“

“—I’ll be fine,” (Y/N) interrupted. She rubbed her eyes and turned her eyes away from the lights, looking over at Warren, who was at her side, tears in his eyes.

“Betsy, go get Hank.” He instructed. Warren looked back at (Y/N), holding her hand in his, and his other cupping her cheek.

“Hi.” She murmured in a groggy tone.

“Hi.” He kissed her forehead. “I missed you.”

“I know… I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?” Warren was perplexed. “What for?”

“I couldn’t stay awake, and I hurt you, Warren. I made you cry and think you weren’t good enough for me…” She snuffled her nose.

“That’s bullshit. You could never hurt me. I was crying because I couldn’t do anything. The last time I saw you was before I went to Italy on some dumb mission— I missed you… I missed your smile, I missed how you’d make flower crowns and put them on my head, how I could go to you after a nightmare no matter what time of night it was, or how you told me I helped you become more assertive and learn it’s okay to say no, or you showing me the beauty in everything— I…” His voice was breaking, but all (Y/N) could see in his eyes was happiness. “I can’t live without you… I love you.”

“Oh, Warren, baby…” She squeezed his hand.

Warren cupped her face with his free hand and kissed her.

That one kiss said everything he wanted to say. It let out his feelings. It had passion and swiftness backing it up, followed by his undying love for (Y/N).

She kissed him back, trying to make up for the time they’ve lost. Her lips fit prefectures against his.

It was like the first time they kissed, full of everything she wanted, except much longer, with more meaning to it.

They broke apart slowly, almost as if they didn’t want to.

“I love you too…” She murmured.

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Gun on my Thigh (Four/Billy x reader)

A/N I really hope you liked this! I have another Four x reader coming out soon, another request, and then my Valentine’s Day fic for my secret lover!

Request: Hi, I'm the 6 underground anon! I might have an idea about four x eight!reader... So: the team goes on a mission and eight is at a party or smth like that, looking for the target. She's wearing a long black dress and under it she has a gun tied to a garter (like Mr and Mrs Smith). Then smth happens and there's this scene where she pulls off the gun and start shooting and four is looking at her and falls in love. I've been thinking about this for a while ♡

Warnings: Guns, a seriously gross dude, unwanted touching

Word Count: 2.1K

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Normally you hated dressing up. Putting on a full face of make up made you feel like you were being smothered by foundation. But tonight, you couldn’t help feeling sexy as you walked into the ballroom with your hair up and your lips popping. Somewhere in the room was the target. Some asshole child trafficker that you wanted to stab over and over again. Across the room was Four, looking quite dashing in his black tux with a nice bow tie. If you weren’t focused on the mission you might pull him into a side room and let him ravage you but unfortunately, you could not.

“Ma’am would you care for a drink?” A member of the waitstaff approached you and only a quick glance showed you it was Three. He held out a champagne flute to you which you took, raising your eyebrows at him cockily.

“Why, thank you, sir,” you replied smoothly.

“Eight, he’s at the bar, go see what you can get out of him,” One’s voice shouted in your ear. You flinched and scowled at his tone. Coolly, your eyes flitted over the guests at the bar, slowly making your way towards it. Then your eyes landed on the son of a bitch. Greasy haired and sleezy smiled. You saddled up the bar right next to where he was sitting, making sure to stick out your ass and lower your cleavage to hopefully get his attention.

“Excuse me!” You called to the bartender. “Hey! I’d like a drink please!”

“A pretty girl like you doesn’t have someone getting her drinks for her? What a shame.”

Ugh, his voice was like nail on a chalk board. Though his words were slightly slurred, maybe this would be easier than you thought. He had moved quite closely to you and you felt yourself taking a step back from himself subconsciously but quickly fixed your mistake. You turned on your acting face, pouting your lips and hooding your eyes.

“My date left me earlier tonight,” you told him with a frown. “I guess I’m buying my own.”

“Nonsense.” His hand came to rest on your waist, gripping the skin their slightly. You glanced down at his hand but quickly back up to him. “What are you drinking?”

“How about, a jack and coke, hm?” you answered, licking your lips seductively.

He smirked and ordered the drink for you. Your eyes flitted to Four who was watching the scene carefully. You smirked at him, winking in his direction. He rolled his eyes at you before moving on to his next spot.

“So, my lady.” He handed you your drink, his hand on your waist shifting downward slightly. “What brings you to my humble party?”

You brought the drink to your lips, taking a small sip before replying. “Well, I was here with a guy who was looking to do some sort of business. Wouldn’t tell me much more than that.”

The man raised his eyebrows at you, sipping at his own drink. “Well, it is a business party.”

“Oh, what kind of business do you own?” you asked, feigning innocence.

He waved you off, pulling you closer to him. You wanted to vomit, his hand was wrapped around your waist so tightly, and his breath smelt like garlic. He was, all together, disgusting.

“Let’s not talk about business, let’s talk about you,” he murmured, eyeing down your cleavage. “And let’s get you another drink.” He flagged down the bartender and when he turned away you took a breath. You knew tonight was going to be difficult, but this was really testing you.

“Do you run the business locally?” you pressed, ignoring his past word.

He groaned slightly, annoyed to be back on the subject. “It’s worldwide, you could say. I got spots in Los Angeles, Mexico City, Beijing.” Then he smiled “Working on getting a spot in Berlin, too.” He handed you your drink, shoving it into your hand. “But what do you do for a living?”

You giggled, trying to act more drunk than you currently were. “I’m a model. I actually work in LA, too!”

He raised his eyebrows, a sly smile coming over his face. “Really, who you staying with? Family? Friends?”

“Nope, I live on my own!” you answered, laying the bait for him.

“Hm.” His hand crawled up your spine, ghosting over the bare skin on the back of your dressing, coming to tangle with your hair. “You should come by mine sometime soon.”

Oh, this was too easy. “Oh? Where do you live?”

Just as he was about to answer, a commotion started to your left. Your head snapped towards the doorway, Two and Five were standing guns raised and you knew you had run out of time. You cursed silently.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” The man questioned, cocking his head.

“Um, I have to go,” you answered, trying to pull away from him.

He frowned but only slightly loosened his grip. “At least take my card.”

You glanced over his shoulder at Two, silently telling her to wait just a moment more. He pulled out his wallet and took out a small index card with his name and number along with an address on it.

“I hope to see you again,” he mused, handing you the card.

You scoffed. “Oh, I’m sure we will.”

You swiped the card from him, pushing back as far away from him as you could. You looked up at Two who nodded at you. Finally, this bastard could pay. You reached down and pulled up your dress, grabbing the gun holstered to your thigh and pointed it right at the man.

“See you in hell, asshole,” you quipped. The man didn’t even have time to react before you shot him. That’s when the yelling started. People were screaming and running, and you struggled to find Four. He was your partner. You needed to find him and get out as soon as possible.

You dodged a swing as a security guard came at you from the front. You turned quickly and shot him in the head, jumping over the bar to find some coverage.

“Fuck, I’m stuck behind the bar,” you yelled into your com. “Can anyone read me?”

You looked to your right to see another guard running towards you, but before you even had time to react, a gunshot sounded, and the guard fell. You turned around and saw Four. He slid next to you with a smirk on his face.

“I read you,” he replied, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. “Now next time maybe don’t trap yourself in a bar.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you snapped back. He grabbed your arm and you stood, shooting at any man in a security guard uniform. Your gun clicked, signifying out of ammo, so you reached down and grabbed the second ammo pack you’d hidden on your thigh along with the gun. You snapped it into the gun and started shooting again.

“God, I think I’m in love,” Four spoke, a lazy smile on his face. You smiled but didn’t look away from your targets.

“Hey, love birds,” One was back in your ear. “Get the fuck out of there.”

Four moved to the other side of you looking for the best escape route. His eyes spotted a shattered window to the left of the bar, not far from where they were. The jump wasn’t far down from there and he could easily guide the two of you down.

“Do you trust me?” he murmured in your ear. You looked over at him, lowering your gun slightly. He raised his eyebrows at you, questioning you again.

You let out a breath, rolling your eyes. “Of course, I do.”

“Then stay close to me.” He grabbed your hand and started off towards the window. You kept close, covering the two of you when you needed. He pulled you down to the window and nodded at you to shoot it. You shot it the rest of the way and jumped out with him. He brought you to a ledge and looked at you.

“Four, I swear.”

“You said you trust me!” He cocked his head, looking into your eyes. “It’s not far, I can keep us safe.” He squeezed your hand. “I’ll keep you safe.”

You looked down at the jump and felt your heart thudding. Then you looked back at Four and knew your decision.

“Fuck, I still hate you,” you told him. “But let’s just do it.”

Four smirked and came behind you, putting his hands on your hips. He muttered directions into your ear, pointing to wear you were going to land.

“I’m right here, it’s going to be okay,” he reassured you. “On the count of three, jump.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, bending his knees slightly.

“One.”

You took a breath, leaning back against Four.

“Two.”

You grabbed onto his hands around your waist.

“Three.”

And then you were jumping and Four’s grip on you was so tight you thought you might stop breathing. Then he flipped you around, so he was underneath you and as soon as his back touched the ground he started rolling and you let out a grunt. Eventually you stopped rolling and you felt your body start to ache.

“Ow,” you mustered out. He chuckled and let go of you, let you roll off from on top of him. “Let’s never do that again.” You looked down at your black dress, now torn and matted. “Ruined my brand-new dress.”

“God you’re fucking amazing,” Four groaned out, looking over at you. You let a smile make its way over your features as you looked over at him. He rolled over and crawled over you. “You and that thigh holster, my god. And the way that pervert was touching you I wanted to scream.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He reached down and pressed a kiss to your lips. “And I think I might love you.”

Your eyes widened. He said it earlier, but you figured it was the heat of the moment. But here he was, in the quiet of the aftermath, saying it again. You reached up and grabbed him by his jacket, pulling him down to kiss him again.

“I think I love you, too” you responded. He kissed you again more fervently this time. He reached down and brough your thigh up to swing around his back and pressed into you harder.

“Four and Eight, where the fuck are you?” Seven’s frantic voice broke you apart, you both flinching at the noise.

Four reached up and pressed on his com. “We’re out the left side, we made a detour.”

“On our way,” Seven answered.

You and Four looked at each other for a moment longer before bursting out laughing. Here you were making out like teenagers on the ground outside of a serious crime scene. He pecked your lips one last time before standing up and holding out his hand to help you up. You brushed off the dirt from your dress and reached into your bra to find the card the man had given you. Still there.

“You gotta stop being so sexy, love,” Four teased, coming right up behind you and nuzzling his face in your hair. “You’re such a fucking—”

Just as he was finishing the van whirled around the corner, alerting you of the others presence. You whapped the side of his head.

“Get off of me!” you mused, walking towards the van.

“Oh, you are so going to get it later,” Four growled, hopping into the car after you.

You approached One and handed him the card. “That’s his LA house, he says they have places in Mexico City and Beijing as well, and he said something about them working on a place in Belgium.”

“Gee, thanks sherlock,” One remarked, taking the card. “Really narrows it down.”

“You sent Two in too early, I couldn’t get much more,” you defended, crossing your arms.”

“Not my problem, but this will have to do, go get your injuries looked at,” He deflected, sending you away.

You frowned, muttering an insult under your breath before going to sit next to Four and Five. You leaned your head against the side of the truck. Four took your hand and smiled sympathetically at you.

“Dickhead,” he muttered, smirking.

“Absolute wanker,” you replied. Then you leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes.

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cherryyjjk · 4 years

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my knight in shining armor [2]

originally posted by armywithbangtan

summary: the school bad boy has taken a liking to flirting and asking you out during school, even after rejecting him. what’ll happen when someone else uses force?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst / fluff / skool luv affair! au / bad boy! au

word count: 2.2k

warnings: harrassment

A/N: i’m sososo sad this one got deleted tOO and like asldkalksdj i just wanna share my writing is that so hard !! that’s it i’m writing on google docs or smth

Taehyung was confused about a lot of things. He was confused about the math homework, why his alarm didn’t go off this morning, how to not get mad at his teachers, but recently and most importantly: you. He was confused about you and your entire persona. You were the cutest freshman, and person, he had ever met. Your loud laughter always brought a smile to his face and he had made it his goal to make you laugh more. He looked at you a lot, and he knew you would stare at him too. Whenever he flirted with you, you would avoid his eyes and blush, embarrassed out of your mind. But then, a few seconds later, you would reject him.

Am I doing something wrong? Maybe I’ve misread her intentions. He wondered to himself while walking to class. He had always been late to school. That is, until you showed up. With your dazzling smile, (e/c) eyes that sparkled when you talked about something you were passionate about. The skip in your step when you saw him. He was dazed in and out of class, but the teacher wouldn’t reprimand him. Though he was only a sophomore, he was still pretty strong and being the “bad boy” made you known for your scary nature.

The bell rang and Taehyung was the first one out of the class, desperate to find you. He didn’t even bring a backpack to school, so he was light on his feet.

“Hey Taehyung! Where are you going?” A familiar voice said behind him. Taehyung looked behind him to find Jimin running up to him while his other five friends walking leisurely in their direction.

“I’m going to find (Y/N),” he responded, looking at his friend like it was obvious. He hadn’t been able to see you this morning and it was already taking a toll on his mood.

His friend group laughed and Namjoon, one of the juniors in the group, asked, “Taehyung, that girl doesn’t want you. Why don’t you find someone else?”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, and frowned. He didn’t think his friends would understand. He knew his group of friends had a bad history in relationships, how they were marked as the player bad boys. But he knew them better, they were good people. Albeit, a bit emotionally unavailable.

Taehyung tried his best to come up with and explanation but trying to stay respectful, he just responded, “Hyungs, you wouldn’t understand.”

He walked away from his friends to a particular tree outside, away from the lunch tables and everyone else. You two would usually talk there, without anyone interrupting or anything. It was bliss. Taehyung turned the corner, already feeling a bit happier about the situation.

“Hey, Y/N, I—” Taehyung started, only to find that there was no one under the tree. He paused, confused about where you could be.

Where could she be? He wondered, looking around but only getting more frustrated. Maybe she had ditched me?.

Dejected, Taehyung stuffed his hands into his pant pockets and hunched his shoulders.

I mean, it’s me. A bad boy, no one cares about me other than for fame. Y/N doesn’t care for me, like I do her.

Taehyung turned around and lifted his foot to walk away when—

SMASH

Taehyung froze in his tracks. His eyes widened and he slowly looked up. On the next floor, he could see through a window a girl with her back facing him. He knew that figure anywhere. It was you.

You looked like you were shielding yourself from something, probably whatever made that crash sound. But what was scarier to Taehyung was who he could see. A guy slowly approaching you.

Taehyung started to get mad. Whoever this guy was, he had no right to be near his—

His..his what? His girlfriend? No, she isn’t my girlfriend. I told myself that I shouldn’t get involved with her anymore. Taehyung scolded himself, trying to tear his eyes away from the scene. He closed his eyes and tried breathing deeply to calm his nerves.

He heard another sound, like something hitting glass and steeled himself not to look up. Taehyung knew if he did, he would storm into that class and it wouldn’t be pretty. Getting increasingly frustrated, Taehyung lost all his resolve and looked up to see you looking uncomfortable under the other guy’s glare and his hand trapping you. You whimpered and turned your head to the side and Taehyung caught a glimpse of a red mark. It was a cut from the glass and it looked painful.

Taehyung only saw red. He started running through the field and pushed at least a dozen people out of the way. But he didn’t care. All he could see was you, and your cut, and the way you looked scared.

He was halfway up the stairs when he heard it. Your scream. But you weren’t just screaming for help. You screamed his name.

“Taehyung!”

If even possible, he ran faster, almost tripping over his own two feet before he was outside the classroom door. He tried to yank the door open but it wouldn’t budge. He kicked it a few times before ramming the side of his body through and it finally gave way. He was panting and his hands were balled up into fists. In the room, Chin-hwa was still staring at Y/N but seemed annoyed at the interruption. His two friends had been trying to hold the door down to stop Taehyung from getting through and were now rolled on the floor. The two guys were looking up to Taehyung’s furious face and if looks could kill, they’re both be six feet underground.

“T-Taehyung,” You whispered, a little afraid after looking at his face. You tried moving towards him but your wrist was still trapped in Chin-hwa’s and the other was crushed by his body. Chin-hwa felt you moving and smirked before pushing you against the window again, resulting you groaning in pain. Taehyung walked over to the both of you and grabbed Chin-hwa’s arm.

“Huh, what do you—” Chin-hwa started before his body was ripped from Y/N’s side, falling onto nearby desks. He grunted in pain, before hastily getting up.

“What the—? Who do you think you are? Huh?!” He yelled, holding his head from the pain while his two friends were shaking behind him.

“My name is Kim Taehyung,” Taehyung spat, turning his head to face the junior and his fists becoming white from how strong he was holding them.

The three bullies all paled in fear. Though they were all older, the bad boy group called Bangtan Sonyeondan, or BTS, was well-known in the school to be the strongest and scariest boys. If you angered one, you would anger them all, and that would definitely not be pretty. The bullies, still shaking, shoved each other and ran out of the classroom as fast as they could. When Taehyung knew they had left, he turned around to face you.

He didn’t say anything and his face became expressionless, all he did was hold out a hand for you to take. Still shocked from everything, you slowly placed your hand in his. He slowly guided you forward and sat you down on a desk before letting go of your hand. He then turned them to see the fading red marks from Chin-hwa’s fingers and slowly rubbed them. Eyebrows furrowed and lips downturned, he then padded his finger to the cut on your left cheek. His finger burned on the cut and you hissed in pain, causing him to retract his hand from your face and loosing some warmth. Taehyung continued to help you and slowly the silence became awkward.

“Y-you came..” You said, surprised by how quiet your voice had gotten. You cast your eyes on your feet, feeling small under his gaze.

Maybe this is where he leaves.. You wondered and shut your eyes tight to stop the tears from escaping.

Taehyung gently smiled and took your chin into his hand and lifted your head slightly, making you open your eyes. You were looking at him with those beautiful (e/c) eyes but you had a frown on your face. Taehyung couldn’t understand why you looked so sad.

Did you not want me here? You called me, right? He thought to himself.

“Of course I did, Y/N. I saw you through the window and then heard your scream. I swear if that Chin-hwa ever even looks at you again, I’ll—“ He stopped in his tracks when he realized you had put your arms around him and were pushing your face into his chest.

He instantly wrapped his arms around your figure and held you there. You were crying and shaking like a leaf. It broke Taehyung’s heart. After calming down, you parted from his warm body but still clutching his shirt for comfort. You looked away for a moment.

“I-I didn’t think you cared about me. I was so s-scared when he came onto me but I tried being strong! Like you always told me to be,” You said, starting out a little shaky but gaining confidence with every word, “And he was so close. I-I didn’t know what to do. I thought maybe you returned my feelings..? And would come..”

“Y/N.”

“O-Oh, no. I’m sorry.”

“Y/N.”

“I-I should shut up now. It was wishful thinking that maybe you liked me back.”

“Y/N.”

“I-I’ll get g-going. Don’t worry! I won’t tell a-anyone and w-we never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N!” Taehyung scolded, still holding you in his arms.

He wiped away the stray tears that had passed your eyes. He lowered his hands from your arms and interlocked them with your hands and lightly brushed over your knuckles in comfort. He lifted his face and kissed your forehead.

“Not only are you the cutest person ever but also the most oblivious. Huh?”

“W-What? Taehyung, I’m so confused.”

“I like you, cutie.” He smirked, though there was a hint of blush on his cheeks.

You’re eyes widened and your frown broke into a smile. You yelled out in glee before wrapping your arms around his neck. Not expecting the sudden embrace, Taehyung fell backwards onto the floor but safely secured you in his arms before hitting the ground. He groaned in pain and looked at you to see you still smiling into his neck.

“Oh god, Y/N. You’re going to be the death of me.”

The both of you laughed and stayed there hugging for a while. Until you heard the school bell ring. You immediately got up and started panicking about being late to class. Taehyung watched you in amusement before guiding you away from the broken glass, handing you your backpack and grabbing your hand. The two of you walked down the main hallway when everyone that were passing by stopped to stare. People started to whisper and you put your head down from all the attention. Taehyuung looked at you once before smirking and tugging you towards him. He wrapped an arm around you and kept walking like nothing happened while you were blushing like crazy. He saw his friends around a few lockers and winked at them while some had their mouths open and others laughing and shaking their heads. The rest of the school day was basically just that.

The last bell rang and for the first time, you were the one rushing out of class with all the other students. You tried to get by through the crowd but you were tossed around. Out of nowhere, you were gently moved into someone’s arms and the sea of people suddenly parted. You looked up to see Taehyung holding you and walking you to the first entrance of the school before he stopped right outside the gates. He paused before taking both of your hands into his and turning to face you. He looked straight at you with a serious expression, confusing and scaring you for a moment, before his mouth turned into a boxy-smile that you loved.

“Well cutie, I guess we have to say goodbye.”

“Ahh, you don’t have to call me cutie all the time you know.”

“Oh yeah? Then how is anyone gonna know that we like each other, hmm?”

“B-Because! We’re now a couple..And that means you’re mine!”

Taehyung smirked, he was enjoying the newly shown confidence you were talking in. He wasn’t used to you being so straightforward, but he liked it. And he liked you.

“Oh yeah, cutie? Well, too bad. You’re mine so I can call you cutie.”

You smiled and stepped forward so your feet were touching. You looked up/down at his confused expression before kissing his cheek. It was Taehying’s time for his face to turn red. His eyes widened and he stuttered from the kiss, speechless. You giggled and took the chance to squeeze his hand before letting go.

“Bye, Taehyung.”

“B-Bye, Y/N.”

He waved at you while you walked away and was instantly approached by his group of friends. They patted him on the back and congratulated him for winning the girl’s heart. He laughed with his friends before looking fondly into the distance at your retreating figure, wondering what was in store in the future. But as long as he was with you, and you were with him, he didn’t have to worry.

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bluest-planet · 4 years

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break a leg

Well this came out of nowhere, didn't it?

Unedited, short, and will be added to hidden meanings (probably gonna be a catrouble oneshot collection or smth) also a modern, human au. The first sentence comes from a prompt I found on tumblr a while back from drink-it-write-it 200 prompts

“Look, I know you’re a hardass, but can you play with my hair? It would really help.”

The question came as a surprise to her, she knew they were worried about their next show but didn't think they'd go as far as ask for her help.

See, she and Double Trouble (or rather Dolcette when they're not working) had been dating for about, half a year now? Since last Christmas, and they were a wonderful partner but, they never seemed to be anything but happy or straight to the point. She liked that about them; being able to call her out and still reassure her she's worth so much more. But until now it's always been them giving her reassurance.

"Y'know what? That was a dumb question, I'm gonna practice my lines to calm my nerves-" they were about to walk back into their shared bathroom when she called out to them.

"Hey wait, it's fine. I'd be happy to help." They stopped and looked at her, clearly dissecting her to see if she was trying to pull something but didn't find anything. She was used to their intense glare by now, another thing she admired about them.

Finally, they let up their glare and settled for a small smile, "thank you, C'yra."

Catra felt a jolt go down her spine when they said her real name; the way they said it was so gentle, and soft. She loved it whenever they said her real name out loud, and only them. She was glad she found someone she felt safe around to reveal it, it was only a month after they started to date that she thought it was best they'd know her name. After years of being friends of course, and not long after they told her their real name too.

"I-its no problem, come sit on the couch with me and I'll put on some music." she moved to the left side of their pink couch (their choice not hers) and moved her jacket over to the floor to make room, then she took her hair tie out and placed it on her wrist.

She didn't even notice when they sat down and placed themselves in her lap. Their long blond hair fell from its bun and all over their back for display for her. They stretched their arms out to grab the hair brush they left on the coffee table and left it on the arm rest next to her.

She sighed and ran her hands through their bleached, blond hair. It was soft and silky, which wasn't a surprise since they take care of it so well. But when you reached their roots you could see the faintest brown, their true hair color.

"You have a nice hair color, why don't you ever let it show before dying it again? I've only seen it brown once, and that was when you were letting it heal." They hummed while she combed through their hair.

"I never really liked it so plain, I like having it bleached. That way I can dye it whatever color I want at any time." They mused.

"Really? Don't you have wigs for that?" Catra asked.

Double Trouble adjusted her hand so she would scratch elsewhere, "wigs are so stuffy, and also damage my hair if I wear them too long. And temporary dye works fine. Ooh, that feels nice." She rolled her eyes and grabbed their hairbrush.

"You want a braid or a ponytail?"

"Surprise me, love."

Catra's heart fluttered, but she didn't let it distract her from her goal: a fishtail braid.

"Braid it is then," she said as she went to work on their hair, making sure not to be too rough and accidentally pull too harshly.

She pulled their hair apart into two strands and began to braid, often needing a break from tiering her hands too much with the amount of hair they had. When she was done she pulled the white hair tie on her wrist off and wrapped it around the end of the tail.

"There, all done."

They hummed, like they were about to enter dreamland. Double Trouble got up from her lap and lazily leaned on her chest while they twirled the braid in their hair.

"This is wonderful, thank you, love." They turned to meet her lips and peppered her in gentle kisses. To which she returned a peck on the cheek and a dopey smile.

"Alright, as much as I'd love to spend the rest of the night like this, kitten, I've got a show to run." They rose from their spot on the couch and gave her one last kiss on the forehead before they left to change into another outrageously gaudy outfit in heels probably tall enough to be considered a skyscraper.

"Good luck, troublemaker, I heard Scorpia's trying to show you up this round." She could hear them laugh from behind the curtain.

"Oh please, I've got this in the bag, kitten."

She smiled to herself, although she knew they could hear it in her voice when she spoke, "yeah, I know you do."

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btsandvmin · 4 years

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Collection of asks 2 - BTSandVMIN

I had to make a second one because the length of the first one was getting way too long. If you are curious about some of my older asks here is the link to my first collection post - Collection of asks - BTSandVMIN

I have this post because I feel some of the asks I answer are worth saving, for me personally, and perhaps for you as well. But I don’t want to put them all in my Masterpost where I want to keep it a bit more structured for my longer posts and analysis. So for asks that are more about answering specific questions or about general things or my feelings I will put them here.

Asks are written more in the moment than my usual posts, so they might be less accurate as it’s all mostly from the top of my head. The newest ones will actually be on top, and then they will get older going down the list. I’ll update it regularly as I answer more asks. :)

Look at jhope's interaction with maknae line

Sorry for spamming with asks

You're so right about how any ship can be possible if you focus on it

I reject any idea of a couple being pushed to protect another

What do you think of vmin’s busan forehead kiss?

About tae changing the choreo of fake love

What do you think of that famous ji/kook trip together ?

"Friends" doesn't speak about a friendship to me and the title seems like a way to "hide" the true meaning. Thoughts?

I honestly do feel his "best" friend is only ever needed when it's convenient to him

When j/k wore matching shirts asked them something like are u guys dating Its so differnt from his rn to vmin

Looking at th and jm for what they are or represented to be their bond shouldn't be taken at face value. Just reminding that jealousy amongst bandmates do exist

Jimin kissed tae on the pretext of kissing tanny. tae blanked out for a few secs after that

Jin in Jimins Festa profile this yr called Tae his "Bf" and then the next word is "best friend"

I dont think vmin or any other ship in bts for that matter are in any form of relationship right now.

Kind of agree with vmin not spending much time together outside of work & things they do/say barely even give off that "possibly a couple" vibe in general

IF feelings are involved, who do you think fell first and why?

You already said that you ship them, but do you think that they're real?

I found it kinda weird how jimin apparently "didn't know" 4 o'clock was inspired by him

Have u seen that one radio interview in the past Th openly called out jm for liking men?

We never see them hangout tgt I mean we have seen ji/kook tgt more often and tae with his wooga squad

What did you think about jimin playing the video game using tae's acc while the latter looked from behind?

When tae posted 'lets keep going for a long time i only have u' they probably only knew e/o for about 2 yrs and now we also know that at that time they still argued and fought with e/o alot. Yet they felt so strongly for their frienship.

What are your thoughts about tae choosing " my time " to recommend it to a non army.

If we look at their personalities tae is more of introverted and shy these days while jimin is more outgoing and loud. But when it comes the them jimin is always the one who seems cautious

Is it my imagination or is Jimin VERY loud lately? I feel like the roles have somehow been reversed.

The timeline of the dumpling incident really confuses me.

Why do i feel like vmin dont hangout outside of work anymore

Just read your ji/kook vs vmin post regarding festa and I agree. you can tell that jm gets very serious when it comes to tae

A possible sexual relationship between Jimin and Tae. I've seen subtle hints where this might be happening behind the scenes like the recent bang bang con

Whenever joon says stuff like 'what a nice friendship/bcoz he is your friend' vmin have a very neutral or blank face

When do you think their friendship turned into something more?

Did u see how tae coloured jimin's name on the soft board with purple.

Jimin recently in this festa says jk is his soul brother

Nj nearly always tries to underplay vmin's bond.

Sweet Night: “Sharing my fragile truth That I still hope the door is open Door'

I feel like jimin was reluctant to talk about the dumpling incident probably bcoz it involves him getting drunk?

Your opinion on the whole "that's smth a couple would do" "you two look like a couple" for ji/kook vs "it's cause he's your friend "

What ur opinion is on the new kdrama that is based on homosexuality.

Tae has many a times mentioned wanting to have kids or wanting to be father.

Taehyung has always talked about having a family, children and wife etc.

I personally feel the maknae line in general have been advised not to do lives alone tgt bcoz of the intense shipping

I spend hours reading your posts and I could never get tired of it

I have a doubt about vmin recently V is so close to JK it seems like V avoiding jimin

Taehyung talked about the movie Call Me by Your Name and its soundtrack

I honestly like how unpopular vmin are.

Let's say JM and TH have other partners - do you think said partners would be okay with a whole song of vmin declaring each other as soulmates?

In the end there is no moment that is unique to a ship. do you agree?

Some vlives are arranged by the company and sometimes members themselves when the find free time they go live.

What was the point of making a decision tght to come on vlive tgh infront of the fan to then not do it?

It cant be the company stopping v and jm from doing a live can it?

Do you the think the reason vmin dont do vlive is because taehyung's feelings are one sided?

Theory on a possible reason on why vmin has not gone to do a vlive on their own for so long?

On bon voyage 3 j hope mentions how v and jk were hugging each other in their sleep.

Ji/kook is obvious (ear nibble) and Tae reacting blank to Vmin moments

But why they dont have funny bro handshake like v/kook?

You are so delusional like seriously how do you function in real life

You know how vmin called eo soulmates. The term can also be taken in a platonic way too right

If there’s a real ship in bts, can you give me your opinion on who?

Tae kissing jimin's cheek after they won an award in some music show (About ship edits)

I think vmin is real. Can you do a Sweet night analysis because in my opion the song dosen't match with the drama

Why are you a Vmin shipper if you don't think Jimin is gay or at least bisexual?

I don't blame V and Jimin for not doing Vlive together

You know that blurry picture of vmin in 2014?

Tae and jk seem like the members who are most non straight to u and also that jimin might be straight so then isnt it more possible for t**k***k to be the couple?

Do you think that vmin are straight?

Can you tell me what makes you think jk is not straight

Ppl connect sweet night and 4 o' clock with vmin After tae's live yesterday n i m also seeing some ppl being offended by it.

Why do I sense that Tae has more of crush on Jimin (and realized it) but Jimi is oblivious?

Will you still publish that long vmin and lgbt in korea analysis.

Even namjoon said they should go live to discuss about their song.

I dont really consider minjoon vlive as one they did themselves. it was mostly organised by the company

Maknae line avoid vlives and its really weird that jimi would do it with rm but not tae

Shouldnt it be easy for them to go live tght than anyone else?

Tae is very reluctant or scared to do a vlive with jimin

In the past month when vmin did mention about the song they just made superficial comments

Hi 💙 do you write vmin fics?

I also feel that jm is nervous to talk about the song even though he said he will in the comeback show

If jimin doesn't go live today as well maybe we can get a vmin live?

Vmin antis say vmin are not friends irl and use the fact that they are never spotted hanging out offscreen as "proof"

Will you do a Vmin throwback - 2019?

Can we even be considered delulu anymore for thinking not all of this is a coincidence?

Sweet night doesn't really fit the couple relationship in the drama

What do you mean when you say 'not being delulu'?

I dont know why after listening to sweet night i feel very nervous?

Maybe the lyrics to SN are very well just about the drama/webtoon.

Do you think the songs lie and stigma are related ?

Namjoon talking about Friends 2 - Making excuses

Namjoon talking about Friends 1 - Can’t write about them

About the “Hello my alien” line in Friends

Do you think they gone do fansing this period of promoting?

Jm said when he wants to make and gift a song if he finds someone he loves and he actually helped write n produce the melody of chingu

Omg Ive been crying over the vmin song lyrics ever since they came out.

Thoughts about the song and what you took out of it

Its not a light hearted thing to call each other soulmate

This kind of debunks the christmas song theory… i feel sad like they are commercialising their friendship

Jimin is partly involved in the making and it will be about Jimin and Tae’s bond

I fear that vmin will become the next larry

Chrismats song, smile awards. Arent those awards previously decided and even the words written for them by the company?

I was wondering if you're going to write something about bv4 and all the vmin we got there

Do you think that vmin say they love each other truly or for fan service?

Recently i watched a vkook video to compare

Do you know how exactly vmin met?

Whenever I do get the chance to focus on Vmin it’s usully one of three things

At the airport Tae had his arm around Jimin's shoulder but removed it quickly when they arrived in front of the cameras.

I don’t care if people don’t ship Vmin romantically. But with Vmin doing things like this you can’t really blame us if we do.

I got a looooot of asks on the Christmas song and I will adress the ones I have left all in one go

The reaction in bv was probably cause he wants to visits there and jm got there first

Vmin talked about tannie and how they went to visit tannie at tae's parents house

Just do it how you feel comfortable, we are waiting for your analysis

What video is the gif you post with this : Jimin and V talking about going to the Sapporo snow festival and playing in the snow together

This break was an opportunity for them to be around other friends and family so maybe they just wanted to spend this time apart

Do you really think vm are soulmates? Sometimes i feel like we might be over using this word for them

Once again thank you for all the asks you send! And also sorry for not being able to keep up and answer them all. I’ll try to answer some old ones as well whenever I can, and I will keep adding some of them to this list. I hope you found something interesting. Thanks for reading!

#vmin #vmin analysis #btsandvmin #Btsandvmin ask #btsandvmin masterpost #vmin masterpost #Btsandvmin answer #95z is love #my post #keep loving vmin

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seongwhy · 4 years

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ateez reaction the their crush making the first move

hongjoong

hongjoongie !!! would be so happy !!! that you felt that way about him !!!!

he didnt make a move bc he didnt wanna make u uncomfy :(( so he disregarded his feelings for u

unknowingly to him, u like him back !!!

but since this lucky man didnt get the hint (and with all the touching and attempted flirting you're surprised he didnt)

you decided you had to make the first move

but being all nervous and shi ,, you gotta plan it out

just like hongjoong u dont wanna make him uncomfy !! yall the same mfs

so what u planned to do was grab some takeout and bring it to hongjoong when hes producing an chat him up an shit

and once u get to his place and have him all alone your heart starts racing

and so does his !!

and you're eating and laughing and has showing you a beat he just made

and you put your hand on his leg and hes like big eyes blushing and his mouth drops a lil

and you're like 'this is rlly good hongjoongie' bITHX HES CRYIGN

IM CRYING

and you lean in and kiss him on the corner of his mouth and hes just

'o-oh thank you' he says

and u smile at him and ask him to show you more

he takes a second to recover but blushes even more

and ur ready to kiss him til he stops blushing

so u do

but he doesnt

seonghwa

seonghwa tries his best ok

he just really likes you

so he ends up stuttering and tripping and literally falling for you

like oh one time he was trying to bring you water and he got too excited and was running and some of the water from the full glass fell on the floor and he just slid right on that shit

thank god you had your back turned talking to yunho bc holy shit he didnt know what hed do if u saw that

but the rest of the boys will never let him live that down

'hyung, remember when u fell trying to get water fo-' 'shut up wooyoung'

but seonghwa is just a shy lil boy around you fam

and it's not like you didnt notice bc hed be rlly chill rlly calm and funny when he doesnt know you're around

and then he sees you and hes all 'o-oh hi I'm going to go w-wash the dishes' he cleans when hes stressed

and when u ask the boys what's up w him they're like '..... are u dumb'

anyway after that it was just so obvious

youd catch him staring and make eye contact and hed look away so fast

but you didnt miss dem red ass cheeks

and you honestly like the attention he gives you

and when he gains a little confidence around you and makes a joke or does girl group dances or smth

you cant resist him

so one day you go over to the dorm and tell all the boys that they're all gonna have to leave so that u can get seonghwa to yourself

and they reluctantly agree bc 'but I'm tireddddd'

and when seonghwa gets home hes like . where is everyone.

and you're like 'oh them??? they just went to the store to get snacks I'm sure theyll be back soon come watch this show w me'

and hes like ,,, right

and you're just smiling and nodding and patting the seat next to you

so he sits obviously sweating

and you're watching this show and hes watching you

with every laugh nd movement his stomach coils a lil

and after a bit you look at him

and you're looking at each other

and you're eyes are watching his lips and you just say yolo and go for it

hes taken aback at first but leans into it

and you're a rlly good kisser

then you pull back nd hes looking at you with the prettiest smile on the prettiest face you've ever seen

'thank u' he says 'for what?' 'for that'

'just kiss me again dummy'

yunho

puppy!! lil baby boy!!!

ok so like the first part , let's say you two have been besties for a while now

and it's just a mutual attraction and mutual liking ykno

but yunho doesnt want to mess up the friendship you guys have by trying anything

the members are all 'bruh she likes you back' and hes like 'nuh-uh you're lying'

like.... they told u sis

and one day wooyoung tells you like.. listen sis yunho has a crush on you but he refuses to do anything abt it bc hes worried itll ruin your friendship that I wouldnt even call a friendship bc of all the sexual tension but wtvr

and you slap him across the chest for that last part but

wait,,, yunho has a crush on you ?????

'are u sure ???' 'yes, bITCH ARE U BLIND'

blind w love babyyyyyyyy

this is groundbreaking news bc what the heck your longtime crush and bff likes you back !!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

so one day bc you guys are honestly just so comfy around each other and you've been holding back for so long theres no reason to delay this any longer

you walk up to his room where the door is closed and knock on it (u guys have a special knock)

and he opens and you latch onto him and kiss him

tangling your hand in his hair and clutching the shirt hes wearing

and he immediately kisses you back

no hesitation

but then

'guys. I'm still in here. like im happy for u but god just do a quick room check next time will ya' san says walking out of the room shaking his head

you both blush and turn to look at each other

yall laugh then shrug your shoulders and yunho says 'are u sure abt this? I dont want to wreck what we have'

'I'm more excited about what we're gonna have baby' you say, and he smiles, nods and leans in to kiss you again hehehehehe

yeosang

ok dis man loves his chocolate

and you know that so .. you decide to make him sum desserts!! a whole bunch

bc you LIKE HIM

and u want him to LIKE YOU

and the best way to get yeosang to fall for u is by giving him chocolate right

but what you didnt know is that he already likes you (shocker!!!)

so you bake up some brownies and cookies and cupcakes and idek other chocolate tings

and bring them all over to the dorm for him to try

and hes so excited !! 'chocolate!!! for me !!!!'

'yes !! all for u yeosangie'

he just looks as you in awe and love

and picks up a fork ready to take a bite

he stops tho and looks at you and licks his lips

and you blush but laugh

and he puts the food in his mouth and just dies because its SO GOOD

and hes just mouth open eyes wide 'holy shit'

'what?? you dont like it'

'nonononono I LOVE IT'

and he runs around the kitchen counter and hugs you so tight

'thank you!! this is amazing!!' he says looking directly into your eyes

'youre amazing' you say

'what?' he says 'o-oh nothing nothing I didnt say anything'

',,,, you just called me amazing !!! omg YOU JUST CALLED ME AMA-'

hes cut off by you pressing your mouth against his

he pulls away and says 'what was that for?'

'I had to get you to shut up somehow'

yeosang laughs and leans down towards you but gets cut off again!!!! this time with a 'omg are these cookies??????'

',,, get out mingi'

san

bruh yunho looks so funny wtf

sannie is such a happy boy :(

his life goal is making you laugh or smile

he just wants u to be happy!!! and his smile is so contagious!!!

and that's why you fell for him

and now everytime he makes u laugh or smile or smth a lil bit of a blush creeps up your cheeks

san doesnt seem to notice tho but you're ok with that

n e way

yall get along rlly well

hes the reason you're at the dorm every friday night for movie night

and someone chooses a horror movie

its scawwy

and san (tho also scared) sits next to you so he can whisper jokes to u throughout the movie

through hushed giggles and smiles at one another u realize u wanna be in a relationship w this guy

and the next time you're at the dorm, you decided nows the time to make it happen

but when u see san he doesnt seem like himself hes slouched down on the couch cuddling with his stuffed animal staring at the tv screen with nothing playing

when he sees you walk over to him he perks up a lil but not like he usually would

so u sit next to him and ask what's wrong

he fiddles his thumbs and doesnt look at you

so u rub his shoulder and put your other hand on his thigh and ask him again

this time he just looks at you

'I'm sorry' he says

'for what?' 'you're not smiling and it's my fault'

'san!!!! it's ok you dont have to be happy all the time!!!! especially not for me'

his head hangs and he sighs

you lift his head and kiss him slightly

'its ok' you whisper

instead of saying anything back, he leans his forehead to yours

you kiss him again

and again on his lips cheeks forehead nose hands

and by the end of it hes shyly smiling

'there it is!! theres my boy'

he hugs you and for the rest of the day you stay snuggled up on the couch

that day it was up to you make him smile

and you did !!!

mingi

mingo mango

the gif is what he looks like whenever you're near him

hes always whining for you whenever you're not

and when hongjoong sent you a video of mingi doing just that you though it was the funniest thing ever

'I wish y/n was here you're all a bunch of losers' 'you guys suck!!! I miss y/n'

freakin hilarious

this is something u love making fun of him for

liek damn mingi am I that special? I didnt know u liked me that much? u got a crush on me mango?

and u notice that whenever you ask that question, no matter how much of a joke it is, he never gives you an answer

but u dont rlly think about it until you start developing a crush on him

at first it's like,, oh what a baby hes so cute eating the food I made for him

and then it's like wow I wish he would dance on me like dat me too sis

and then u start complaining whenever hes not around 'wheres mingi?? I've been waiting for like an hour' nd 'ykno what would make this even better? mingi'

and everyone is like ok we get it u like mingi

and when mingi catches whiff of this oh boy it's over for you

'so ig it's me that's special now huh?' he tells you one night

'what?' 'u gotta crush on meeeeeee y/n's gotta crush on mingiiii'

and you roll your eyes because . idiot

but then step closer to him and say 'maybe I do'

and that's when his eyes go wide 'wait rlly???' he asks and you can hear the hope in his voice

'all I'm saying is that if you kissed me rn I wouldnt be opposed' is what you say back

and kiss you he does

wooyoung

ok so wooyoungie and u

have such blatant chemistry

yall are constantly flirting and idk yall just click

but u dont notice it

I mean u see the eyebrow wiggles and sly smiles some of the members give u

but all that does is confuse you

one day when wooyoung is in the washroom yunho says 'so you nd wooyoung huh?'

and you're like ...huh

yunhos like 'u dont like him? all yall do is flirt'

and when he says that a whole wall came down in your head

a wall blocking you from accessing emotions of attraction and love and shit you're emotionally scared sis

and you turn firetruck red

yunho just laughs and says 'I knew it'

wooyoung comes back and asks what's going on

'I'll just leave u two alone' yunho says chuckling

you glare at him as he leaves youre gonna get him back for that

but wooyoung doesnt sense anything and swings his arm around your shoulders pulling you into him

and he asks what you wanna do for the night

but you're quiet and distracted with these new feelings you've just found out you have

wooyoung asks if you're okay

and you look up at him but suddenly cant look at him in his eyes. his really pretty eyes

so you turn around and go to grab your stuff bc you 'forgot abt that... thing' you have to do

wooyoung, confused watches you scurry across the room

'uh.. ok.. I'll see you tomorrow?'

'yeah yeah see you' you say not looking at him

you just need to figure your feelings out and then you can see him again

so back home you're racking your brain tryna figure out if theres anything you can do to stop yourself from falling in love w wooyoung

and speak of the devil, u get a call from wooyoung

u contemplate not picking up but decide that wooyoung is still your best friend

'hello?' 'y/n!!! are you ok?? you left really suddenly earlier' 'yeah wooyoung I'm fine dw'

'are you sure? we dont want the prettiest person alive to feel sad now do we?'

you open your mouth to say something back but nothing comes out

'y/n?'

you feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you ask 'are you still free?'

'uh for u? always'

blushing even harder now you say 'I'm coming over' and end the call

once you get there you're knocking on the door frantically

wooyoung opens up with a 'jeez y/n what's the ru-'

you basically jump on him and kiss him hard

you latch your hands onto his shirt nd he wraps his hands around your waist

when you pull away for air, wooyoungs looking at you with a smile on his puffy red lips

you smile back and say 'that was the rush'

wooyoung smiles harder and pulls you back into him

'took you long enough'

jongho

jongho cant believe u two have met

you're one of his favourite new idols

and you met at a show

and you told him how amazing ateez's performance was

blushing, he tells you how much he likes your music

you ask him if hes hungry to which he says yes bc 1) hes always hungry and 2) he cant say no to u ever

so u buy him one of those sandwiches w the jam and the coleslaw or wtvr you know what I'm talking about

and you sit to talk and eat for a while before you have to leave

you ask for his number and tell him you'll call him sometime

and you do

all the time

at first hes shy and boyish which makes you laugh

but after a while he gets comfy and will brag and sing to you and joke

you guys catch each other up on everything

he tells you all about the boys and the boys all about you

and you realise how good a listener this guy is nd how handsome!! and cute

and so at the next show you see him at you walk up to him

and with your heart doing flips and take his hand and tell him to walk around with you

he does and you lead him to a less busy hallway where you just look at him and say 'I like you'

jonghos like... wait. huh. what. wait i- and hes blushing so much even his ears turn red

'me? you like me? bc I like you too and if you're joking or something I would be really sad and I've told the members that I like you and they made fun of me so this would be great of u did like me but if you dont and this is a joke id be really upset' and hes rambling and not looking you in the eye

so you lean in and kiss him

'it's not a joke' you say

'its,, not a joke? are you sure?' 'I'm sure'

'you're sure' 'are you going to keep repeating everything I say? or are u gonna kiss me again?'

jongho, blushing even harder now, chooses the second option

#i loterally got to the limit on this ome #i got so into it #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #san #yeosang #wooyoung #mingi #jongho #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios

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sunflowerdjarin · 5 years

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Translation

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: The reader, a fellow language nerd, helps translate the coded Russian message, dirty stuff ensues

Warnings: Smut

Requested:

omggg i need some top!robinxbottom!reader smut, something like they’re just chilling in the bedroom and things heat up? i just need to feed my bisexual thirstness

girl i'm living for your writing! are you gonna write more for robin? honestly my gay heart is in need of some fluff. im also a huge language nerd so smth like robin and the reader are studying in her room on summer night and it turns into smth else ;) but only if you're comfortable with it off course

hey can you do a Robin x reader where the reader also works at the mall and can speak russian and helps steve and robin? extra plus if you make it extra gay

You rubbed your temples aggressively as you tried to wrap your mind around the Russian book sitting in front of you. “So, what’s inspired you to learn Russian?” You turned over from laying on your stomach to laying on your side. Robin was quite the foreign language officienido. You were as well, but you didn’t consider yourself to be as ambitious as Robin. Though with every language she learned, you were by her side learning with her and practicing your communication skills with her.

“Um, one of Harrington’s kids managed to interfere with a Russian transmission and we’re trying to crack the code.” She smiled awkwardly as she paced the room once again, “So now, I’m on a Russian kick.” She stopped to look at you with a look of fear still evident in your eyes. “Yeah, that’s enough with the smart ass answers. What’s really going on, Robin?” You asked again moving so you were laying on your back this time.

“No, I’m serious.” She leaned down into her bag rummaging through the papers as she pulled out a paper with the English alphabet with Russian characters underneath it. After that she pulled out a piece of paper where she scrambled down the message that she heard spelled out in the English alphabet. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. How did you manage to get yourself into this?” You propped yourself onto your elbow. She fell down onto the bed next to you.

“It’s insane, I know, but I like a good puzzle.” She sighed as she held the papers above both of your faces. You took the papers from her and analyzed them. “Well, Russian is a slavic language.” You started as Robin sat up on the edge of the bed, “And my dad is part Ukranian and taught me the basics of the language when I was a kid, so let’s see.” You sat up alongside Robin with your shoulders pressed to one another as you scanned the page repeating the sounds she had written out to yourself.

After a mere hour you had managed to crack the code even though it sounded like random words just being strung together. “So does this mean I get free ice cream for life?” You looked up at Robin who was only inches away from you face. “You can have whatever you like, honestly.” Robin’s eyes jumped from your eyes, to your lips, and back up to your eyes again. “Whatever I like?” You whispered lightly. Robin nodded very quickly in response as your lips inched towards each other. Your lips met Robin’s delicately as you dropped the papers to the floor, completely forgetting about the Russians and their coded message.

Robin gradually moved to straddle you as you moved further back on the bed. She broke the kiss for a moment to look at you before you nodded again. She moved down your body, pressing kisses to your neck before tugging your shirt off of your body. She moved down to pressing kisses onto your chest, slipping her hands behind you to unlatch your bra clasps. Your hands moved down to tug on her shirt before she leaned up and took off the shirt herself. You moved to rip your bra off before taking hers off as well.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” Robin moaned sounding desperate as she found your lips again, but this time it was no longer gentle as she ravaged your lips for kisses while still remaining soft and sweet to the touch. Your hands delicately traced against her back before moving to her chest to grab at her chest. A moan escaped from her lips as you caught her nipple in between your fingers. She let out a deep breath as she started to move down yet again, but this time delving down to your waistband. She stood up to tug your jeans down.

She moved back down and placed soft kisses against your thighs. Your eyes fluttered as your lower stomach tensed and your core ached. “Robin.” You cried out as her finger ran down the center of your panties. “I’m getting there. I just want to savor this moment.” Her fingers hooked into your underwear and slid them down your legs before coming back in. “God, you’re so pretty.” She moaned into you, her hot breath hit your clit causing you to shiver before she pressed a kiss onto your clit. Her index finger ran down your slit before pushing it into you.

Her lips attached to your clit as she eased her finger in and out of you before adding another. Your back arched upon the feeling a gasp fleeing your lips. Her tongue worked against you as she slid her fingers at a steady speed. Your eyes fluttered upon the feeling, reaching for anything to grasp. You grabbed onto her hair giving her locks a tug. A moan fell from her lips upon the feeling causing a moan to vibrate through you. Her fingers worked harder as you moaned again. Her free hand moved up to grab your breast. She tweaked your nipple between her fingers.

“Robin, please, I’m gonna cum.” You sounded breathless upon the feeling that was flooding your body. “Cum for me, sweetheart.” Her words were enough to send you over the edge with her hot breath against your core. Your orgasm ripped through you as you arched. Robin’s fingers remained pumping in you as she moved back up to press a kiss against your lips helping you ride out your orgasm. You moaned into her as her body pressed harshly up against yours making you feel like you were in absolute heaven.

She removed her fingers from you as your breathing began to slow down. She moved her lips to kiss all around your face before getting off of you, grabbing your clothes off of the floor. “Wait, what about you?” You sat up as you pulled your panties up your sensitive thighs. She moved to kiss you again, “Tonight was about you. You solved this coded puzzle and saved the world from evil Russians.” She moved to kiss your forehead. “So, about this?” She motioned between you two with her hand. You grabbed it rolling your eyes, “I really like you, Robin.” You pulled her close to you, pulling her in between your legs.

“I really like you too.” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around your neck, resting her head on top of yours. “And I personally would like for this to continue.” She muttered into your head before kissing your head. You wrapped your arms around her waist, “I never expected you to be the type to give kisses all the time.” You smiled against her chest as your fingers traced out shapes against her back. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long. I’m just trying to make up for old times.” She smiled as she squeezed you tighter in her arms. “And it’s really hot that you know so many languages, I can’t get over it.”

Robin the next day kicked open the door to the back room of Scoops Ahoy, “I got a girlfriend who is brilliant and managed to translate this code.” She smiled victoriously as she slammed the paper with the translated message onto the table. “Oh, so it was a productive night.” Steve snorted looking at the glow on Robin’s face.

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imagine-the-fanfics · 5 years

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Ghosts

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Request:

Hello!! I just want to say that I’m in love with your writing!! I have an request with John Wick if that okay, the reader is dating John and one day he comes home really late and the reader was asleep and he just felt like crying after he’s a lil more depressed about Helen and the reader wakes up from hearing sobbing and immediately runs down to be with him and just comfort him, just some angst and fluff? Thank youuuu, if you want me to clarify smth pls dm me :))

A/n: Hope you like it, @totallyluciferr! Sorry it took so long! I did adjust a detail, simply because I just couldn’t think of a way to make the story work otherwise! I’m so sorry, and I hope you still enjoy the story!

Warnings: None really. I mean, there’s some toxic thinking but other than that... *shrug*

The first thing you did when you returned to consciousness was to curse. You heard the house settle and looked to the clock. 4:30. From the darkness in the room it was before dawn still, but you looked to the other side of your bed to find it empty.

The fact John wasn’t home yet made you anxious. You tried to push the thoughts of his dead body from your mind with no success. The harder you pushed against the images the worse they got. It wasn’t just John laying on the ground, unmoving, surrounded by his blood. Now it was him, crawling away on his belly with more wounds than he’d be able to survive when an enemy appears behind him and aims his gun down at John’s head and pulls the trigger.

The sound of the gun shatters your heart and you bolt upright, a hand on your heart as you gasped for breath. You couldn’t let yourself become consumed by this image in your head. John would be home, it was just taking longer than anticipated.

You took a deep breath and pushed the blankets off of you.

A drink. You needed a drink.

You slowly slid out of the bed, the shag of the rug on the floor cushioning your feet and slipping between your toes. For a moment you focused on the feeling of it, grounding yourself in the reality outside the thoughts that made you want to cry. John was still very much alive, that was certain.

Your rise to your feet was swift, and you started to make your way down to the kitchen. In your half awake daze, you were nearly halfway down the stairs when you noticed the light coming from the door at the bottom of the stairwell. You rubbed your eyes and quietly crept down the remaining stairs.

You pressed your back to the wall, listening to anything you could hear. You expected intruders, but were confused you heard crying instead. After a few more moments you recognized the source of the sobs as John and your heart broke. Immediately, you rushed in and knelt in front of him as he wept in his chair.

“John?” You whispered, resting a a hand on his thigh. “John, what’s wrong?” One of John’s hands fell from his face and rested on yours, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry.” He managed to force out. “I can’t-” The words he needed to say to you drowned in his sobs.

“Shhh...” You leaned forward, running your hand up and down his arm to comfort him. “You’ve done nothing to apologize for. Are you hurt?” You looked at the coffee table, expecting to find the box of Kleenex’s empty. The glowing screen of John’s phone showed the loop of a video of John and a woman you couldn’t quite recognize.

“John?” You asked, gently reaching for the phone, examining the phone. “John? Who is this?” The inability to focus on one left you gazing back and forth like a tennis ball being volleyed back and forth and back and forth in a tennis match.

John continued to sob, the occasional apology finding its way out as you watched the video. On the third loop of silent playback you realized who the woman was in the video.

“Oh my god..” You gasped. “Helen.” You looked to John who simply nodded as he continued to cry. “John, ohmygod.” You immediately went back to him, wrapping your arms around him, holding onto his trembling body, leaning your head against his arm. “John, I’m so sorry.” You continued to comfort him until he calmed down. Tears still streamed down his face and his body still trembled, but the sobbing had stopped.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was sandpaper, and not in the way that made you crazy. This was sandpaper of a broken variety, shredded and worn through. It broke your heart to hear him like this, but you simply shushed him in an attempt to calm him as you rubbed his arm and back. “I miss her.” You saw tears in his eyes as he looked away. “I love her.”

“I know.” You muttered, looking at the screen of his phone. There was John and Helen, kissing on a beach somewhere and part of you was sick with jealousy and guilt. “You shared a love that was more than love. It was the love people haven written stories about since the dawn of time, and you-” You took a deep breath before you continued. “You were over too soon. Not by choice, but because she was stolen from you. Of course you miss her. Of course you still love her.” It killed you inside to know he had such strong feelings for a fucking ghost of all people, but you understood.

You had lost a boyfriend while you were in high school. He was sick with brain cancer and by the time he was dead the boy you had loved had been gone. This was the closure you had gotten to end the love you felt, but John hadn’t gotten that. His wounds had only festered and the infection Helen’s passing had left inside him was showing.

Did you just compare his love for his wife to an infection? What the hell is wrong with you? You shook your head, clearing the train of thoughts that had gotten out of control and refocused.

“It must be hell for you, seeing me like this

“John, please. Look at me.” You waited until his eyes met yours and you say the pain that was flowing from his eyes. You felt tears roll down your cheeks as well. “John. It’s alright to be brokenhearted over her.” But she’s dead and I’m here, and you should love me more than that fucking ghost! You shook your head. God, what the fuck is with me tonight? You took a deep breath and focused again. “She was- well, is, the love of your life. If you keep bottling these emotions they will only get more and more painful.” You could feel him trembling again as he looked away, holding in a sob. “John. Grieve. It’s alright. You’re safe, and I’m here, and nothing will happen to you.” You tucked some of his hair behind his ear. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

“It’s you I’m-” His voice failed him and he shook his head.

“What about me?” You felt your brow furrow in confusion, though you were careful to only show concern. “John, I’m not going anywhere. I will always be by your-”

“I’m scare I’ll lose you, too.” He admitted, staring into your eyes. “I already lost her, and I can’t lose you.” His hand caressed your head before pulling your forehead to his. “I can’t lose you.”

“John, I’m safe and I’m healthy and nothing is going to happen to me.” You assured quietly, taking a moment to swivel and kiss him on the cheek. “I am going to be by your side until we are old and gray and sick to fucking death of each other.” You closed your eyes, sniffling.

“You don’t know that.” John said before he started sobbing again. “I never should have-” He cut himself off.

“Say it.” Your voice was harsher than you intended, and you felt bad for it.

“I never should have let this start.”

“Do you regret?” A pause. “Tell me you regret it.”

“I can’t, because I don’t. I love you, Y/n.” A pause. “I’ve put you at risk. I’m cursed and you’ll suffer for it.”

“What on Earth are you talking about?” Suddenly you felt like you were soothing a toddler who had a nightmare. “You are not cursed, John. I will not suffer because of it.”

“I want to believe you. I hope you’re right.” John wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him. “I can’t lose you.”

“I know, John.” You assured, holding onto him. “I know.”

#John Wick #John Wick x Reader

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svtmatokis · 4 years

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Miracle P3

Plot: What if it was love at first sight? Jihoons lost all passion for music after being wronged two years ago and right as he was about to quit, someone unexpectedly enters his life and changes it for the better

Pairing: Reader x Jihoon

Words: 3856

Warnings: A lot of chapters have a bit of swearing

Words: 3927

[11:00pm] Unknown - OMG I AM SO SORRY JI! (This Jihoon right?) I totally didn’t mean to not text you but I came home, had a small talk with Yoongi and literally passed out :(((( I am sooooo sorry!!!

[11:01pm] Woozi - Oh thank god...I almost called Yoongi and yea haha..I put my producer alias in your phone cause I already saw another Jihoon in there

[11:01pm] Woozi - Its okay...you were tired right? Why aren’t you sleeping?

[11:03pm] Y/N - You’re THE Woozi!? And why aren’t you?

[11:04pm] Woozi - I’m THE Woozi and I asked first ;)

[11:04pm] Y/N - I can’t believe it! Also I have some stuff to do~ Yoongi must’ve set an alarm for me or smth.

[11:04pm] Woozi - So late?!

[11:05pm] Y/N - Work never stops :)) Plus I have this tune in my head I need to get out or else I’ll hate myself if I forget it ><

[11:06pm] Woozi - I know that feel...listen, there was something I actually wanted to ask you…better yet..can I just call you?

[11:06pm] Y/N - Sure?

It was literally a few seconds later before your phone rang and you saw Jihoon’s number pop up and you quickly answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N...sorry, I know it’s late…but”

“No...its okay whats up?” you asked as you heard the hesitation in Jihoons voice.

You could hear him let out a nervous breath and you patiently waited for him to continue.

“Do you...want to hang out next week? Like...just the two of us?” he asked quickly and you had to confirm that you actually heard right.

“Hang out…?” you asked and saw Yoongi standing by your bedroom door.

“No way” you mouthed as Yoongi’s eyebrow rose and he came to sit on your desk chair to listen to your conversation.

“I mean if you don’t want to it’s fine. I just thought..” Jihoon started as thoughts of taking back what he said started popping into his head.

“Oh no” you said cutting him off, “It’s not that. I’d love to...it’s just like, I dont know...Unexpected.”

“And fast.” you whispered away from your phone and Yoongi became more intrigued so he came to sit next to you on the bed so he could really listen to what Jihoon was saying.a

“I know...it’s just yea...It’s weird okay? I’m not really good at talking to girls but with you its just so natural and yea... Wait did you say you’d love to?” Jihoon asked sitting up straight in his bed and his eyes wide with surprise.

“Yes?” you answered and looked at Yoongi weirdly, as he started making kissy faces at you. “We’ll be starting the dance season soon so just let me know a time and place.” you smiled. You couldn’t believe the guys were right of all things.

“I will.” Jihoon said as an awkward silence engulfed you two. “I should get going...I can hear a rat on the other side of my bedroom door…”

“Oh really? Maybe I should send the cat that’s currently in mine to take care of the rat.” you said making Jihoon laugh as he imagined Yoongi showing up this late just to kick Soonyoung. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jihoon said as you heard shuffling, “Oh, there’s two rats here that I’m going to have to squish.”

“See you tomorrow...and go easy on them. Rats are just rodents after all.” you said with a giggle.

“Oh and Y/N?” Jihoon called out before you hung up and you put the phone back to your ear.

“Good night and sweet dreams.” he whispered and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

“You too…” you said and quickly hung up just as Yoongi burst out laughing.

“Please tell me I am the best matchmaker in all of this country. I literally got two people together within a two day period.” he said holding his stomach as tears started streaming out of his eyes. “I knew talking about the other person would work but I really didn’t expect Jihoon to make the first move. I am the happiest brother alive right now.”

“Yea well you’re about to be a dead brother soon if you don’t get out of my room.” you said grabbing a pillow and smacking Yoongi with it as he continued laughing. “Seriously? The Woozi you would always talk about when you came to visit was Jihoon this whole time?”

“Of course. You know I never praise anyone unless they deserve it. Heck, you two are the only ones I’ve been mentoring.” Yoongi said, “And plus, you won’t have to worry about me or Jin approving since we already do.”

“Yes, cause you guys approving my relationships totally matter to me.” you said with a roll of your eyes and Yoongi scoffed.

“You know I can scare off any guy that hits on you within seconds flat. There’s no one good enough-”

“Except for Jihoon apparently.” you added.

“To date my little sister.” he finished and he pulled you into his arms, “Because you are our baby and if anyone fucks with you, they fuck with all of us.”

“Like those idiots who spread the rumors?” you asked and Yoongi nodded.

“The idiots who are currently attending the worst performing arts college in the country. Yes them.” he responded patting your hair, “You only deserve the best.”

Yoongi then flipped into mentor mode, you could tell just by the way he was looking at your studio set up, “Now let me see the piece that you had to lose so much sleep over last night to finish.”

Over the next few days, you had suddenly become extremely busy. Apart from working on the project with Jihoon, dance auditions took place and you were happy to see that Jihoon had auditioned and made the team along with three other people. You and Hoseok were also in the process of preparing the after school dance classes for people who weren’t in the dance program but still wanted to do it for fun and on top of that, you and Jihoon had your date coming up.

That didn’t mean that the two of you didn’t talk at all, in fact your friends had a feeling that the two of you talked too much. Even when working in your respective studios, the two of you had time to call one another to share a piece and give advice or even to go as far as to say hi and good night at times.

The guys of the house teased you endlessly about it and at the same time, the guys from the SVT frat house teased you about it too since they were too afraid to tease Jihoon after what he had done to Seungcheol and Soonyoung after your first phone call. Lets just say the two boys were bruised for days after he was done with them.

The date that Jihoon had set up was as simple as he was and you wouldn’t have had it any other way honestly. He took you out for dinner after dance practice one day and the two of you spent the rest of the time hanging out in your studio/bedroom talking and listening to a few pieces you had created till the early hours of the morning. Jihoon by far was impressed with the work you did but then again, you were Yoongi’s younger sister so the talent had to be passed down from somewhere. The night ended with Jihoon leaving around six in the morning to go back to his house and thankfully he had no classes that day and he was able to crash till about three in the afternoon while unfortunately you had to get ready for your usual dance meeting with the captains of the Senior and Junior team which consisted of Hoeseok, Soonyoung and Chan.

“Oh I really like this one.” Jihoon said as he clicked a piece you had worked on while in London, “I get travel vibes with this. Like road trip vibes.”

The two of you were back in your bedroom/studio a few weeks after your first date and it was safe to say that things were going steady. You never really talked about your feelings after the first date but it was obvious that actions showed how you felt for one another.

During classes, Jihoon would more often than not have his hand resting on the back side of your chair while the instructor would explain things or when it was lab time, he would have his hand wrapped around yours subconsciously as you worked on the various projects you were given. Even if it wasn’t a partner project, the two of you spent a lot of time working together, be it asking for input or just advice on the music in general.

He literally felt like he was on cloud nine when it came to spending time with you. Things were obviously going slow since you two hadn’t kissed yet (there were various times where Jihoon had to resist the urge) but it was also because things were new between the two of you and he didn’t want to push for anything and naturally, things just fell into place.

“It’s one of my favorites. I was going to submit it for a project but Yoongi wants me to work on something new for my final so I’m starting fresh.” you said talking about the final composition project, “What about you? Do you have anything yet?”

“I’m working on something.” Jihoon answered vaguely, “Yoongi’s actually giving me some advice on it.”

“Really?” you asked excitedly, “If Yoongi’s helping you with it then it has to be good...When can I listen to it?”

Jihoon gave you a smirk as he rolled over to the couch you were on from your desk. “At the end of year show case.”

“What?!” you said in complete shock, “B-But, that’s like months away! I should be able to listen to it before anyone else though...I am your girl-” you stopped yourself immediately as the words almost left your mouth and Jihoon only stared at you in shock at your almost slip. Had you really?

“What was that?” he asked rolling close to you as you hit your head with one of the pillows on the couch.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” you muttered as you felt him take the pillow away from you and felt lips press against your forehead instead.

Suddenly butterflies invaded your stomach and you felt your face turn extremely red. This was the first time Jihoon had ever initiated intimate contact between you two ever. Sure, he held your hand secretly under the tables here and there and he would play with your hair during class as his arm rested on the back of your hair but other than that, you two never really hugged or kissed or anything of that nature. You figured it was because of Jihoon’s past relationship that he was so careful but in reality, it was because he didn’t want to scare you off by being too straightforward.

“You can listen to the piece at the showcase and I promise that you will be front and center for it.” he whispered as he pulled you into his arms for an awkward sitting hug. All you could do was nod slowly as your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Okay.” you said as your head rested on his chest and the two of you stayed like that for who knew how long before Jin walked in with “snacks” he prepared. Aka low key checking on the two of you to see if you were doing anything “nasty”.

(A month and a half later)

[12:00am] Cheol - HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU AND JIHOON FINALLY KISS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY!

[12:00am] Hoshi - HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!! I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY LATER! MAKE SURE JI SPOILS YOU OKAY?

[12:00am] Josh - Happy birthday Y/N! See you in class later!

[12:00am] Dino - Happy Birthday captain :) Does this mean that you’re going to skip our captains meeting for your party later?

[12:00am] Gyu - HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!

[12:00am] Hansol - HAPPY BIRRRRTTHHHDAAAAYYY CAPPTAINNN!

[12:01am] Woozi - Happy Birthday ♥ I hope you’re getting some rest and that the guys aren’t blowing up your phone….if they are, I’ll kick their asses in the morning

At the same time as the texts were coming in, Kimi, Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok and the rest of the BTS Frat house came barging into your room singing happy birthday as you were actually trying to sleep for once since you had a jam packed day planned for your birthday which included going to the dance captains weekly meeting and submitting two projects for different classes.

After blowing out the candle on the cake Jin had made, you were forced to stay awake till three in the morning since the guys wanted to celebrate a bit with you before the big party that night where they were sure Jihoon would take most of your attention. Kimi stayed the night in your room and the two of you ended up talking about Soonyoung and Jihoon for another hour before either of you fell asleep. To top it all off, Jihoon was going to be busy with Yoongi until your party so you wouldn’t see him for most of the day until after you were done your captains meeting that evening.

Jihoon sat on a bench outside the dance building playing games on his phone as he waited for you. He had the whole evening planned out from the moment you stepped out of the building and was ensured by Soonyoung and Yoongi that it was full proof. He quickly checked the time and saw that it was around the time your meeting would finish so he decided to get up and make his way over when a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Jihoon?”

He turned to the source of the voice and his breath caught in his throat as the girl who had once invaded his mind stood in front of him. The girl who he hadn’t thought of for close to three months now...not since meeting you.

“Hana…” he whispered as the girl smiled with a nod and started walking towards him but she stopped when she saw someone approach Jihoon from behind.

You were finally free from your captains meeting and had sent a text to Jihoon letting him know that you were leaving the building. When you saw his blonde head a few feet away from the entrance, you couldn’t help the grin that made its way to your face and you quickly made your way to him intent on surprising him but you paused for a moment when you noticed her. The girl that had broken Jihoon’s heart, the one who had broken his trust.

You remembered when Jihoon had opened up about his past relationship with Hana a few weeks after you met. He told you one day while the two of you were working in your studio about everything. From how she made the school accuse Jihoon of plagiarism so he wouldn’t get accepted into an advanced program when in reality, it was her who had stolen his music during their relationship and selling it to outside artist behind his back. The only way he found out was through a friend who was part of the music scene saying that he was offered a piece that sounded familiar to something he had worked on with Jihoon before. He had let everything out and it eventually lead him to his biggest confession of the night.

(Flashback)

“Did you confront her about it?” you asked as the two of you sat on the couch facing each other and Jihoon nodded his head.

“She denied everything...she said that I had taken the pieces she worked on and sold it and completely flipped the story. It blew me away, it broke all my trust. I literally felt like I had nothing left…I left my friends behind to go to a different college for her...” he said looking down at your intertwined hands and felt comfort as you ran your thumbs across his palm repeatedly. “I called Soon and Cheol and they convinced me to transfer...apparently they had shown Yoongi some of my work that I kept under wraps and only shared with them.”

“Let me guess, Yoongi was impressed and wanted to work with you right away.” you said and Jihoon nodded his head, “Yoongi knows talent when he sees it Ji. But that’s such a shitty thing that happened to you...It would be like me sharing Yoongi’s works behind his back and making a profit from it. It’s just not right and I’m so sorry you had to go through bull shit like that.”

“I just...I can’t let it happen again Y/N...I need you to understand that I really do like you and aftering hearing so much about you from Yoongi and finally being able to meet you...two years doesn’t really do what he’s told me justice. You’re more amazing than I could have ever imagined and you’re so caring towards all your friends…Everything with you from music, to common interests is just so natural...I’ve never felt this way with anyone before...until you.” he let out a breath and squeezed your hand when he saw you open your mouth to speak and you took it as a sign that he wanted to continue.

“The reason I’m telling you this is because I want you to know that if we...continue whatever we’re doing that you’re dealing with someone whos damaged. Someone who may not love or trust so easily but if you give me the chance will give you the whole world but if at any point you need an out or if somethings bothering you, you need to let me know Y/N...don’t hide things from me...I can’t...no matter what it is. Even if its stupid, I can’t let it go. She’s done so much damage to me that before I met you, I really felt like I had no purpose in life anymore…”

“And now?” your asked softly as Jihoon squeezed your hands and brought them up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on them making you blush intensely.

“I want to work harder on my music more than ever...working with Yoongi is one thing, but getting encouragement from you is another. You make me feel like a better person.” he said looking you in the eyes, “To see that smile on your face... I want to become a better person. Just...don’t do what she did to me...don’t break my trust Y/N..please.” Jihoons voice broke as you leaned over to hug him tightly and you felt his arms wrap around your waist bringing you closer to him and you felt the tears seep through your shirt. He didn’t want to admit to you that he had fallen fast and hard for you from day one. He wasn’t ready for that nor was he ready for your potential rejection.

At some point during that time, Jihoon had fallen asleep after crying and it was around midnight when Yoongi poked his head in to see you on your phone while lying on the couch while Jihoon slept in your bed, the tear stains evident from before.

You gave your brother a reassuring smile and told him that you’d be okay since you were currently working on a piece at that moment and had no intentions on sleeping soon. You had too much on your mind and had sudden urges to rip one Kim Hana into shreds for hurting someone like Jihoon like that.

(End Flashback)

There was no way you were letting a girl like her enter his life again, he did not deserve the pain she put him through and that was a straight fact.

“Ji!” you called out jogging over to him.

Jihoon turned around just in time to see your smiling face coming towards him and suddenly all thoughts he previously had disappeared until he saw the bags under your eyes and he suddenly became concerned.

“Hey Birthday Girl.” he said and poked your eye bags, “Did the guys keep you up with the messages last night?” he asked with a frown and you automatically shook your head.

“The boys from the house and Kimi knocked my door down at midnight because they wanted to be the first ones to celebrate with me till about three am...then Kimi and I talked for another hour after that....” you said and gave him the smile that always warmed his heart, “But your birthday message meant the most to me...more so than the cake Jin had spent the day slaving over.”

“I wouldn’t let him hear you say that…Or else you won’t eat for another week like last time” Jihoon muttered as he interlaced his hand with yours, “We should get going though, there’s something I wanted to do before your party.”

“What’s that?” you asked as he started leading you somewhere, passing Hana in the process.

You were surprised to see Jihoon completely ignore her as the two of you walked by and when you turned around, you saw her staring at the two of you and once your eyes made contact, you finally recognized her as someone who had attended the same program in London that you had but had gotten kicked out for unknown reasons after her first year.

“No freaking way…” you whispered catching Jihoons attention.

“What was that?” he asked and you looked up at him with big eyes.

“Is Hana Seungcheol’s cousin?” you asked out of the blue but Jihoon nodded anyways.

“That’s how we met.” Jihoon said, “How did you know?”

“I’ll tell you later…” you said biting your lip, “Where are we going?”

“Stopping by my place for a quick bit before we go to the party.” he answered as you turned a corner.

“Why?” you asked.

“Forgot your birthday present. Let’s go.” he said walking faster after he looked at his watch. He had quite a bit to do but he also promised Jin he wouldn’t be late for the party either.

Meanwhile, Hana was stuck to the spot she had been in when she first saw Jihoon till someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around to see an acquaintance she had met through a friend at school.

“Hey, you’re Hana right? I’m Lina, we met a few months back at the concert.” the girl said introducing herself.

“I remember you.” Hana said with a smile, “Thanks for showing me around for the week.”

“It’s no problem. You’re actually in luck too. One of the biggest Frat houses here is having a birthday bash for one of their friends and I was lucky enough to get an invite. Want to be my plus one?” Lina asked and Hana nodded her head.

“I’m always up for a party. Let’s go.” she said as the two linked arms.

Little did Hana know, she was about to have the shock of her life once she walked through the doors.

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bamiiib · 5 years

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Ethereal | Jung Jaehyun

Masterlist

Finally, all that you have ever wanted is just a short distance away. Free and limitless, you’re ready to take on the world, with him by your side. But first, you had to get rid of the unbearing weight pushing down against your chest.

Words: 6.8K

Category: Modern!AU, Angst, Fluff

Song Rec: La Vie En Rose — Louis Armstrong

Warnings: Explicit Language, Slight Sexual Content, Slight mention of addiction

A/N: YES! I’M ALIVE! I want to apologize for the sudden hiatus I went on for a while. April has been a lazy month and I have to admit, it wasn’t a good thing. I felt burnt out and didn’t want to give you guys a shitty chapter. Ethereal will be ending soon, and I’m thankful for the amount of support I get from you guys. Even though my audience is small, I treasure everyone who takes the time to read my hard work! OH, and I also got to see NCT on Friday at Phoenix! And OMG Jaehyun is just G O D L Y in person—even if I’m a hardcore Johnny stan, Jaehyun really be smth else... Hopefully I’ll show you guys some pictures/videos that I took! Anyway, happy reading! —bambi

You watched the busy city zoom past you; the windows rolled down, and your hair flying with the wind. You rested your arm against the windowpane, your chin pressed against it as you looked up in wanderlust.

You had felt free, but your heart continued to run back and flee in fear.

Your breathing turned to panting, and your chest had felt heavy the more the buildings seemed to have reduced in numbers. A hand pressed up against your thigh, squeezing it with reassurance, you turn your head and instantly your lips curl up into a smile.

Jaehyun took a quick glance towards you, and returned the same smile, his eyes seeming to hide into crescents as those two dimples that’d set your troubled mind at ease popped right out on cue.

Your hand had fallen right on top of his, and before you had the chance to turn your head to face back towards the window, Jaehyun took a deep breath. “Just remember, I’m here.” His words filled with care, but the uneasy feeling of concern that mixed in his honey voice set your heart to race.

“We’re just going to go to get the rest of your things, and then we’ll be out in no time.” Jaehyun had reassured, but you continued to deny that it would really be that easy.

“I know.” You lied through your teeth, but Jaehyun was quick to see right through them.

The familiar neighborhood had come into sight, and before your house was even near in sight, Jaehyun had suddenly pulled over. He lowered the volume of the radio, its soft gentle beats now hushed down to a whisper.

He leaned an arm against the wheel, looking over at you with curled lips. “Alright, what seems to be the problem? Is it because you haven’t seen your dad in a while?” Jaehyun arched a brow, staring right at you, but you did your best to look at anything else but his burning glance.

The car remained in silence, and when the tension had began to suffocate the two of you, you groaned. “It’s not just that! It’s complicated Jaehyun.” You explained, flailing your arms in front of you, you scooted to the edge of your seat.

“I know it’s difficult Y/N, it’s your dad for crying out loud, but what if he’s not home?” Jaehyun asked, a hopeful grin on his face.

“But what if he is?!” You huffed at him, snapping your neck in his direction, and watched that smile slowly falter away. You easily succumbed yourself into guilt and sighed, reaching for his hand and kissed his knuckles, pressing your cheek against the back of his hand.

“I’m sorry. I’m just scared. Johnny promised to check on him, but I’ve never left my dad alone. It was always me and him against the world. I don’t want him to be alone…” You explained, and watched Jaehyun’s gaze go from you, to the streets.

The sunlight hitting his eyes as he squinted; he puffed his cheeks. “He’s an adult now, and so are you. If he doesn’t see this as the wake up call he needs to fix the error of his ways, then I’m sorry babe, but he’s an idiot.” His words caused your eyes to widen in response, looking at him and although every inch of you wanted to defend your dad, you knew he was right.

“Yeah… I know.” Your lips curled, letting go of Jaehyun’s hand and fell back into your seat.

The engine revved up again, but before Jaehyun could drive deeper into your neighborhood, took you by surprise as he pressed a quick kiss against your lips. “Everything will be okay. I’ll be by your side the whole time, and it’ll take more than panic and fear to keep me away from you.” He said with a chuckle, and you responded with a giggle.

You huffed, and the car roared to life again. It was only a matter of time when you had reached the front of your house, and the familiar, skyrocketing pulse had returned all over again.

Your hands grew sweaty as you continued to stare at the doors, and the longer you stared, the more you remembered.

You grew up in that house. Broken, and with the belief that you were unwanted, but despite the brokenness within those walls, you and your father had managed to fix the cracks. The only thing that made this more heavy of a weight to you, was that you had no idea that those cracks would just fall deeper with time.

“We’ll go when you’re ready.” Jaehyun said, and you turned to face him, a fearful look in your eye, and a forced grin onto your lips. Jaehyun sighed, reaching over towards you, your eyes fluttering closed, expecting for him to kiss your lips, but kissed your forehead gently instead. “You’ll be okay baby. You’re strong.” He reassured, and you took a deep breath, and nodded.

You both had exited the truck that Johnny had lent to Jaehyun to get your things. Piles of empty cardboard boxes sitting in the trunk, both you and Jaehyun grabbed a fair amount. Your footsteps echoing into your ears the closer you got to that green wooden door.

Your throat went dry, a trembling hand reaching towards it, you knocked with hesitation. Silence had followed, so you knocked again. When nothing but the continuous silence had played, you took a deep breath, reaching for the spare key you kept under your welcome mat, and unlocked the door.

“Dad…?” You whispered gently, expecting to see your father either thrown onto the couch like how he usually was, or not there at all. Instead, your father had sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, his head in his hands, and elbows rested against the table.

When he heard your voice, his head had whipped in your direction, his eyes a bloodshot red, you knew he hadn’t slept for a while. “Y/N…” He whispered, a smile itching onto his chapped lips, but when Jaehyun took a step inside, quickly standing by your side, that smile was just as quick to drop.

“Oh. You.” Your father spat, like the words themselves were filled with venom. Jaehyun forced a smile, bowing his head politely, you looked over at him and took a deep breath.

“We’re here to get my things. I shouldn’t take long…” You explained and watched your father’s entire world collapse at your sentence. “Y-Your things? You’re leaving? Y/N, please, think about what you’re doing—”

“What I’m doing is for your own good. It’s time I grow up, and it’s time you take better care of yourself… without my help.” Your jaw clenched, staring at your father as your hands balled up into fists.

“Johnny promised to check up on you now and then. Being here now is hard enough for me already. I can’t look at you right now dad… not right now. I don’t know when, but please respect my decision.” You felt a bitter taste in the back of your throat, your eyes welling up in tears.

Before they even fell down your cheeks, you took a sharp breath and rushed up the stairs, your pile of empty boxes in hand, you expected your father to scream for you not to leave by now, but to your surprise, nothing.

Silence.

You walked into your room, heart in your throat, you shut the door behind you and packed as much as you could.

Jaehyun stood there, his lips curled in a line. Your father stood in the same spot, feet rooted to the floor, and his eyes glaring down at Jaehyun. Jaehyun cleared his throat, gripping onto the empty boxes and took one short step forward.

“I should probably go help Y/N out, y’know how she can be—”

“Sit down, son. If you’re taking my daughter away from me, I should have a word with you at least.” Your father retorted, motioning over to the couch. Jaehyun’s throat had run dry, but he nodded and set the boxes down, walking to the couch and sat as far as he could. Your dad had then sat right next to him until they were touching shoulders.

His heart was pounding against his chest, and every inch of him just wanted to climb up the stairs and be with you, rather than being stuck with your dad’s icy stare.

Your dad placed a hand onto Jaehyun’s knee, and Jaehyun straightened his posture, easily tensing at your father’s touch. “I’m sure Y/N has told you about our life. How it’s not easy? How her mother left, and my addictions?” Your father asked, and Jaehyun nodded once, twice, three times.

“Y-Yes… Uh—yes sir.” He stuttered, and your father chuckled in response. “Then you know how much she means to me.” It fell silent again, and Jaehyun felt his shoulders droop. “Of course.”

“Our lives used to be perfect, but work got more stressful. Her mother and I got into more fights. I should’ve been more careful, but I resided in drinking. And I regret it with every inch of my being.” Jaehyun listened, brows furrowed, but nodded at your father’s sorrow filled words.

“I never got to be the father I wish I could’ve been for her. The type of father she deserves… and even if I want to punch you right now, or kick you where the sun doesn’t shine, I know it won’t do much.” Your father said, and Jaehyun guffawed.

“Pretty sure it’d do something…” Jaehyun mumbled, more to himself than your father, but your father still got a laugh out. “Just promise me one thing son…” Your father mumbled, and Jaehyun’s heart had skipped a beat at his words in panic, turning his head to face him, and see the tears creeping onto his tired eyes.

“Take care of her and be the man I failed to be for her… Give her the life I couldn’t have had the courage to.” His words were forced into a whisper near the end, gripping tightly onto Jaehyun’s shoulder enough to shake him a little.

It had taken him by surprise, but when your father looked up to meet Jaehyun’s eyes, his shoulders had relaxed, and he smiled reassuringly. “I will.” Your father breathed a dry laugh. “Good. Otherwise, I’ll find your ass and blend your nuts.” Your father said, and the smile Jaehyun had placed onto his lips, quickly dropped into fear.

Your father had bursted into fits of laughter, shaking his head and standing up with a huff. “I’m just pulling your leg.” Jaehyun cleared his throat and nodded his head, standing up to walk back to the boxes, your father shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and smiled gently.

“I’m glad she has you, Jaehyun. She’s lucky.”

“Actually… Id like to think I’m the lucky one here, sir.”

The two grinned at each other, and the sounds of a door opening and closing echoed in the house.

You walked down the stairs, three out of the six boxes in your hands, with a grunt, you struggled down the stairs. “If you want to move in today, I expect you help me out a little!” You shouted, and Jaehyun laughed before rushing over to your side, grabbing the boxes and setting them onto the floor.

“Sorry about that babe. C’mon, let’s finish up.” Jaehyun said, reaching for the empty boxes and jogging up the stairs. Meanwhile, you shook your head, ready to meet him up in your room until you felt your father’s gaze locked onto you. You smiled at him, and he smiled right back.

“I wish I could’ve been the father you deserve. I’m so sorry my love. I hope… that we can just start all over again, someday. This time, no alcohol, no fighting; just you, and me.” You nodded at his words, looking back up the stairs, then at him.

You huffed, and in that breath, rushed to your father and hugged him as tight as you could.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, kiddo.”

After hauling the last box into the truck, you groaned in relief as Jaehyun walked towards the driver’s side of the car, leaning against the door, you walked up to him, and wrapped your arms around his neck. “So we’re really doing this, huh?” You said with a closed smile.

Jaehyun lifted a brow, his hands rested onto your hips and tilted his head. “Yes, but we won’t be able to move in today if you don’t get your ass into the car right now instead of getting all snuggly with me.” Jaehyun teased, and you hit his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You chuckled, and Jaehyun curled his lips to prevent himself from laughing. “Oh, is that a threat?” He continued to tease, and you rolled your eyes before pulling him in for a kiss.

“Come on, let’s hurry. I don’t want to sleep on the floor.” You explained, and Jaehyun laughed, nodding his head and tapped your hips.

“Yes, ma’am.” You turned around at that, practically skipping to the passenger's side, sitting down and turning the radio up to the highest volume.

You watched your house shrink within the rearview mirror, your head rested against the window with your arm as a cushion. The wind whipping against your hair, tangling it up in a bunch, but you still closed your eyes and took a deep breath of the sudden liberation that filled you up.

The freedom that was just fingertips away from you. So close, you can just taste it. Nothing could subside the pounding of your heart beating rapidly against your chest. The adrenaline that ran through your veins, you had felt as if you were ready to take over to the world. And with him by your side.

A new life just waiting for you. A new life, with him. Everything still had felt like a dream, even at this moment. The music that vibrated around the car, Jaehyun humming to the tunes with his honey voice you found so soothing.

The bright sun settling into the clouds, painting the sky in an orange daydream. The leaves growing back, painting in its lively green and ready for Spring. Everything felt perfect, and for once, you no longer felt a crushing weight pulling you down.

A tall building came into sight, and the car skid to a stop. You woke up from your trance, turning to look at Jaehyun, who held the wheel with one hand, and his eyes glued onto you. A warm smile decorating his thin lips, and his dimples popping out of his cheeks. “Ready for a new adventure?” He asked, and you felt enlightened. With a dorkish grin plastered onto your lips, you nodded excitedly.

“With you, always.”

When the sun was nearing to its final drop of sunlight, you had put all the boxes inside the house, and Jaehyun had enough time to put in a queen-size mattress.

You snorted as you watched him struggle to the elevator, then seeing it wouldn’t fit, you ended up helping him up the stairs. Once you set the mattress down, the two of you crashed right on top with a grunt.

You stared up at the white ceiling, your hand resting on top of your stomach, and your head on top of Jaehyun’s chest. You listened to each other’s soft breaths, and your eyes fluttered closed to listen more carefully.

His heartbeat that was so rapid, now calmed down to a steady pace. His panting turned to soft breathing, then a sigh. “Well… at least we won’t be sleeping on the floor like you said.” You felt his voice vibrate against his chest, and you laughed.

“I suppose not.” You laughed out, moving yourself up onto your side, one arm propped up so you could get a clearer view of Jaehyun against the moonlit sky that poured through the wide living room window.

Strands of your hair falling onto his face, his eyes fluttered shut and hummed delicately. You watched with a giggle, and Jaehyun opened his eyes. “I know this place isn’t exactly a wonderland… but as long as you’re living here, it’ll be heaven to me.” He mumbled, and your heart had skipped a beat with his words he spoke so gently.

You shook your head, and dipped to press a quick kiss against his soft, supple lips. “It’s better than some wonderland, and better than heaven, as long as you’re here, with me.” He smiled at you, and so did you, and for a second, everything felt perfect.

“Come on, let’s turn on the lights and get some blankets and crash. Tomorrow we can finish unpacking.” You had broken out of the trance the two of you were in, patting his chest as you got up from where you lied on the bed. You stared at the piles on piles of boxes and took every bit of strength in you not to roll your eyes already.

You knew all too well that you would hate tomorrow if you had to unpack all of this and still have to get all the furniture. You had kept a positive mind and looked for the box filled with bed sheets and pillowcases. You held your phone in one hand, rummaging through box after box in attempts to find them, but one minute turned to two, and you were getting more impatient.

“You know, it’d be amazing if you could at least help a little babe.” You grunted, setting your phone down with your hands on your hips, you felt arms snake around your waist and swing you around. You bumped into his chest, a tiny gasp breathing through your lips, and laughed right away when Jaehyun had swayed to the silence that echoed within the empty apartment.

“Babe, what are you doing?” You asked, your arms resting against his chest, swaying alongside with him. “Dancing.” Jaehyun said plainly, and you eyed him suspiciously. “To nothing? C’mon, we need to find the blankets if you ever want to sleep warm tonight.” You chuckled, and Jaehyun shook his head with a grin. “I found the blankets a long time ago.”

Your eyes widened at his words, and a scoff whispering through your lips. “Why didn’t you tell me then instead of having me search endlessly for them?” You asked, and Jaehyun smirked devilishly at you.

“I just wanted to stare at your ass without you knowing.” You rolled your eyes at him and hit his chest. Eventually, your arms found its way to rest on Jaehyun’s nape, and without knowing, you swayed to some unknown melody.

“Why are we dancing?” You asked finally, a laugh echoing through your chest as Jaehyun shook his head. “I don’t know. I just felt like it.” He said with a grin, and your brows furrowed, but a smile had remained glued to your lips, unable to falter away no matter how hard you tried. “But there’s no music!” You chuckled, and Jaehyun curled his lips in a line, lost in thought at your remark.

“If you listen close enough, maybe you’ll find a symphony within the silence.” He whispered in your ear, and you hummed in response, your eyes fluttering close, and butterflies swarming your stomach. You listened close, just as Jaehyun had instructed.

You listened to your breathing, as it fell in harmony with his. Your heart that beat calmly, despite the warmth that radiated in your heart. You continued to listen to the silence, and suddenly, you heard a faint hum.

It was gentle, smooth and sweet. The melody felt warm, and graceful. You opened your eyes in surprise when the gentle hum echoed in your ears. Jaehyun was singing gently into your ear. You felt your heart skyrocket, and a bright cherry glow radiate onto your cheeks. He reached for one of your hands from his neck, taking it in his, and you slid the other hand to his shoulder.

His forehead rested gently on top of yours, feeling his warm breaths tickle your skin, feeling his chest vibrate with each hum from a verse. “I didn’t know you could sing.” You whispered delicately, Jaehyun spinning you around, you giggled wholeheartedly.

“I suppose it was my old little secret. It’s not something I like to share much.” Jaehyun said with a huff, and you breathed out a smile. “You sound beautiful…” You mumbled, and Jaehyun chuckled, spinning you once more, pulling you so your back was pressed against his chest, and your arms crossed, hands still interlocked with his, you swayed with him.

His lips was pressed against your ear, your head tucked into the crook of his neck, you let out a sigh of content. “Not as beautiful as you, my love.” Jaehyun whispered deeply, turning you back around and pulled you into a short kiss.

“You’re just being cheesy.” You laughed, and he shrugged. “Maybe, but it’s not like you want me to stop. Do you?” He asked, one brow raised.

You shook your head and went back into the sway you two were in. “I suppose not.” You laughed, and fell into the familiar, comforting silence.

The song he was singing to you had echoed in your head, and not long after, you hummed to the tune as well. “Oh? And to think I was the only talented one here.” Jaehyun teased after hearing your hums, and you shook your head, an awkward chuckle vibrated against your chest. “I wouldn’t say I have a talent for singing… but maybe something else?” You said, eyes averting away from Jaehyun.

He gripped onto your hand gently, enough to focus your attention back to him as he eyed you curiously. “And what is it that?” He asked, and you grinned in a dorkish manner.

“I… Well I don’t want to go all out and say I’m talented and all… and it’s more of a hobby really but—”

“Y/N.” Jaehyun looked at you, interrupting your rambling and your grin had felt sore from how wide it was getting by now.

You felt a tiny spark ignite in your eyes at the thought, and you giggled gently. “I—I paint.” You admitted, bowing your head away shyly, but heard Jaehyun fall into a fit of giggles.

“Really? I never would’ve expected for you to be a painter. Do you have any I can see?” He asked, but you curled your lips in a line, and thought back to the last painting you did. The painting of him. Your cheeks flushed into a deeper red and shook your head repeatedly.

“N-No. Not right now at least. I haven’t painted in a while, so I’m probably rusty now…” You excused and laughed, and Jaehyun sighed. “I really would’ve loved to see one of your paintings. Maybe someday?” He asked, and you nodded. Suddenly, the two of you had stopped swaying, Jaehyun’s brows furrowed, and he quickly removed himself from you.

Not even five seconds after, the same song he had been singing earlier had echoed quietly in the apartment. Jaehyun held up his phone, and on the screen, you read the song, and listened to the original singer’s voice instead.

La Vie En Rose, played by Louis Armstrong.

A beautiful song you used to listen to as a child, with lyrics that felt so euphoric, you wished to one day live in a world of pink, filled to the brim with love.

Perhaps now you had finally found it.

You rolled your eyes, and Jaehyun slid back to where he had left you, and finally had found a beat to dance to. He pulled you closer, both hands now on your waist, and yours around his neck.

Your cheek pressed against his chest, and his chin rested above your head. “You have an amazing taste in music, you know that?” You whispered, and Jaehyun hummed. “I apparently have an amazing taste in most things. Music. Food. Women?” Jaehyun said, his voice turned mischievous near the end, earning you to look up at him strangely.

Before you even had the chance to respond however, his lips were quick to find yours, and pulled you into a deep, hungry, yet sweet kiss.

It started softly, lips ambling in rhythm to the melodies of the music. His hands that were wrapped gently around your waist, traveling up to cradle your head, a hand on the back of your head, pulling you in closer—if possible.

Soon enough, his kisses had grown more needy, and you felt the warmth in your heart turn hot, radiating throughout your body, and felt the steam rise off the goosebumps in your skin.

Everything passed by in a blur, and you found your back crashing against the mattress, Jaehyun hovered above you, hands roaming everywhere, not daring to leave one spot untouched as he read you over, and over, and over.

Studying each bit of your body down to memory, just like the first time he had seen you in your vulnerable state. He was careful and gentle, treating you with care, and looking back at you to see that you were happy. To see your smile, and hear your faint whimpers of pleasure, it was enough to keep him going.

Both of your clothes scattered onto the wooden floor, and nothing but your heavy pantings and the soft, sweet music resonating around the apartment.

Everything continued to feel like a dance. One step would lead into another, anticipating when you will spin, or when you will sway.

Your adrenaline coursing through your veins, sweat trickling down your skin. His body that glowed beautifully, tinting his milky skin against the blue night. Jaehyun looked at you, as if you were a painting itself. Admiring each inch of you, and showing such admiration, with a kiss. Each roll of his hips pressed into you, as he’d whispering sweet nothings softly into your ear.

Your fingers that’d dig into the silky sheets below, then leaving markings onto his broad shoulders, marking him yours, and only yours. His lips that’d trail to your lips, cheeks, slowly lead down to your neck, collarbone.

Taking his time with everything about you, he’d look into your eyes deeply, and you’d find yourself lost in the galaxy trapped within his. Everything felt like a dream, a dream you never wished to wake up from.

It felt perfect, and you had only craved to cherish moments like these. Moments that’d lead you deeper into the young night, until it had felt like you were drifting away from the world, and into heaven, and heaven had Jaehyun’s face, and you were more than okay with that.

The soft sunny sky poured through the open window, your closed eyes painted in a bright yellow, you groaned, tossing and turning in attempts to push the light away.

You tossed and turned, and your arm had bumped into something. Your brows furrowed, your eyes slowly opening with a yawn, Jaehyun lied next to you, propped up with one arm, staring down at your sleeping figure.

You blinked, and he smiled gently, and slipped his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You grinned, humming in content when he dipped his head to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. “Good morning my love.” He chirped, and you giggled, and pressed another kiss onto his lips.

“Good morning.” You sang happily, rolling away from him in attempts to stretch, but when you felt a sudden gust of wind, your eyes snapped wide open and looked down at your naked top half. You shrieked, and reached for the blanket, and Jaehyun watched and fell into a fit of school boy giggles.

“You don’t have to cover up y’know.” He said as you sat up with a grunt, turning to look over at him, the blanket only covering his bottom half, enough to see his torso glistening against the sun. “It’s not like I haven’t seen anything already.” He hummed, and you rolled your eyes, reaching for a pillow behind you, and threw it with no further hesitation to him.

He laughed, sitting up and wrapped his arms around your waist before peppering you with tiny kisses onto your back.

You closed your eyes for a short moment, and when you opened them again, stared at the piles of boxes huddled in front of you.

You groaned, turning your head to the side to look over at Jaehyun who hummed at you. “We should probably start unpacking. Johnny said he’ll come by in a bit to help with the furniture. He said he’ll come by with the moving truck around 1 so it’ll give us enough time to get ready.” You instructed, and just as you were about to get up, Jaehyun hooked his arm around you, and pulled you back down.

Every inch of you wanted to groan, but when he smothered you in kisses, how could you stay even the slightest bit of stubborn? “So that gives us a bit more time to fool around~.” Jaehyun purred between kisses, and you choked a short laugh. “Jaehyun, I’m serious! Stop playing around and get dressed! Maybe a shower first while you’re at it.” You pulled him off of you, taking one of the sheets from the mattress, wrapping it around your body in search for your clothes.

After going through a couple of boxes, you found a comfortable pair of clothes, and when you turned to face Jaehyun, he had only continued to watch you. “You have a real staring problem, you know that?” You teased, tilting your head, and Jaehyun smiled, his ears flushing a shy pink.

“I should say that to you instead. You think I’m the only one who checks the other out? I see you staring at me with those devil eyes. Undressing me… you perv…” Jaehyun said, covering his chest with his arms—although it being no use. Still, your face flashed a bright crimson, and you cleared your throat.

“Oh hush. I’m going to take a shower, I won’t be long.” You walked towards the bathroom, the door creaking open and you flinched at the loud echo around the room. The walls were a faint beige color, and the shower was decorated with a white tile wall and floor.

Between the cracks of the tile, muck and mold was decorated at the seams. True, the apartment was more than beaten down, and it wasn’t exactly the cleanest place and a lot of work had to be done for it to even look half decent, but for now, it was more than enough.

You turned on the water to a comfortable heat—or what you found comfortable, others found boiling. You let the silk sheet flow under you, pooling your feet in its softness. You stepped out of your clothes and into the shower and sighed at the beads of water trickling down your naked body.

You stayed like that for a moment.

Listening.

Your eyes fluttered close, and you were taken back to the events that had occurred last night. How everything felt so surreal, so beautiful, and so utterly, perfect.

His body pressed against yours, your fingers that’d trail down his bare torso, tracing the shapes of his muscles, sticky with sweat that’d bathe his body in blue against the night sky.

His lips you so craved to feel once more, his touch that’d earn different reactions from you, aching for it again. You wanted Jaehyun all to yourself. Your little escape from everything bad in the world.

Your own little taste of heaven.

You heard the door open, your eyes opening, the shower curtain already drawn back. Jaehyun eyed at you, a mysterious, yet passionate look in his deep brown eyes.

No words exchanged, you had just read his eyes, and he climbed into the shower with you. He breathed out a laugh, and you stared at the droplets of water that’d crash onto his hair, trickling down to his cheek, neck.

Your stare gazing lower, and lower. Jaehyun snickered, reaching for one of your hands as he placed it right onto his chest. You stared at your hand, your eyes then moving up to meet Jaehyun’s eyes, he dipped his head, lips ghosting over yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed, your lips puckered, and just when you expected to feel his lips at any moment, instead felt a kiss pressed onto your nose.

“You weren’t kidding when I said I needed to shower. I’m all sweaty and gross.” Jaehyun cackled, your eyes shooting open, and the hand you had against his chest, you used to hit him. “You’re not funny!” You growled, your face a flushed mess and Jaehyun laughed wholeheartedly, pulling you in a hug.

“Come on baby, it was funny!” Jaehyun grinned, and you rolled your eyes, pushing him away, even though the distance was still small. “I don’t think showering together is a good idea. It’s too small for the two of us to fit.” You commented as you observed the shower, as did Jaehyun with a hum.

“You’re right. When I was about to step into the shower with you, I imagined it to be much sexier… guess not. Anyway, can you shampoo my hair?” Jaehyun had said so casually, handing you the shampoo bottle, and you looked up at him, your lips pursed so you wouldn’t laugh.

“Turn around.” You shook your head, and he obliged happily.

The rest of the shower went by fast, although Jaehyun would stop you from washing your body just so he can do it for you, or press a little kiss here and there.

Although when he tried to pull you in for a hug as he kissed you, a puddle of water would form in between your chests. You laughed, and he did too, and despite the small space, you didn’t seem to even think about it.

Jaehyun sat on the mattress, his legs crossed like a child as you found your hair dryer, drying off his hair, raking your fingers through the wet strands as he hummed in content. You grinned at his behavior, seeing how he acted like a puppy, so happy and relaxed against your touch. You changed into a pair of shorts, a white tank and a random flannel that most likely belonged to Jaehyun.

Jaehyun dressed into simple ripped jeans and a white tee, and after a small breakfast together, you had unpacked.

Time passed by faster than you expected, and Johnny was already calling you to tell you that he was there with the moving truck. Both you and Jaehyun rushed down the stairs, and for the first two hours was spent moving all the furniture from Jaehyun’s apartment, down the stairs, and onto the truck. “Where’s Taeyong? Surely some of this stuff must be his?” You questioned, looking around as if the man would pop up at any moment. Jaehyun looked over at you, an arched brow, and chuckled.

“Actually, he moved in with Doyoung. He got accepted into university and Doyoung offered him to live with him since he lives closer to his school.”

“And what about you?”

“He said I’d manage. Either way, I had to find my own place soon since we got… evicted...”

“You what?!” You shouted, taking Johnny by surprise and lost grip on the couch, landing on one of the stairs and causing Jaehyun to stagger in his steps.

“I-I’m sorry! We had this party one day and… well let’s say it got a little wild?”

“And by ‘a little while', you mean…?”

“Lucas may or may have not jumped off the balcony and into the pool…” Your teeth gritted, and Jaehyun averted his eyes away like a guilty child. Johnny watched, his eyebrows raised and a huff escaping his lips before picking the couch back up and continued to take it down towards the truck.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” You rolled your eyes, and Jaehyun sighed.

“It’s not like I didn’t want to! You just had so much on your plate already, a-and it was just us being reckless, stupid guys!”

“Yeah, no shit!”

Jaehyun sighed, you let go of the couch and stormed towards the truck. Jaehyun watched you stomp towards the passenger's seat, and opened his mouth to speak, but the loud slam of the car door closing was quick to interrupt.

He groaned. Johnny climbed up onto the inside of the truck, setting down one side of the couch and quickly rushing over to Jaehyun, helping with his side.

“I think she’s upset.” Johnny said innocently, turning to look at Jaehyun with a smile. Jaehyun scoffed and shook his head.

“Really? Because I thought she was ecstatic.” He rolled his eyes, and Johnny laughed, shaking his head and patted Jaehyun’s back.

“C’mon dude, you know how she can be. She’ll forgive you in a heartbeat.”

“You think?” Jaehyun asked, and Johnny grinned sweetly, nodding his head.

“Yeah… I don’t know about me though.” His smile was immediate to falter, shutting the U-Haul door, leaning against it and glared at Jaehyun.

“Why wasn’t I invited?” He asked, and Jaehyun’s eyes widened, quick to look away from Johnny’s burning glare. “I… um… technically it wasn’t even my idea to throw the party! I invited Lucas over, and next thing I fucking knew, I had nineteen boys where six of them are fucking minors show up—”

“C’mon, even they went?! What the hell Jaehyun!” Johnny frowned, and Jaehyun sighed. “I didn’t ask for them to show! Y’know for teenagers, they’re terrifying.” Jaehyun flailed his arms, and when he looked back at Johnny, saw the sad look in his eye.

“Was it fun?” Johnny pouted, and Jaehyun hung his head low, nodding his head in guilt. “Did Lucas really jump off the balcony?” Another guilty nod. Johnny laughed and flung his arm around Jaehyun’s shoulders.

“Dope.” He said, and Jaehyun looked up in surprise, an awkward chuckle emitting his lips. “Anyway, I think that was the last of it. I’d drive the truck since Y/N is all upset but I think this one’s for you to handle. I’ll take my truck full of your shit and see you at your apartment.” Johnny left before Jaehyun could have a say in anything.

The ride was silent at first, not even the radio was playing to act as some form of white noise. The windows were rolled up, and the sudden anger you felt had soon subsided to guilt. The truck had come to a stop, your apartment building in front of you, but Jaehyun didn’t move from where he sat.

The tension had become suffocating; you wanting to open your mouth, but each time found yourself choked up with the knot that tied up in your throat.

“I—um,” You cleared your throat, “I’m sorry for exploding back there…” You whispered, Jaehyun’s hands still on the steering wheel. “No, it’s fine. I should’ve told you when it happened. It’s just that you had a lot going on and I didn’t want to add on… to it…” He explained, and you nodded.

Silence.

You curled your lips, your hands buried in between your thighs. Jaehyun puffed up his cheeks, and in that sigh he breathed through, you felt the guilt eat you up.

“N-No, it’s not fine. I shouldn’t have flipped like that. You guys were just being… well reckless—like you said. I don’t know why I got so mad! Fuck I’m so stupid…” You buried your face in your hands.

“You had every right to be mad! I should’ve told you, but even so, I already had plans on finding a place of my own. Guess getting evicted just gave me the push I needed.” Jaehyun breathed out a laugh, you turned to face him, and giggled reluctantly.

You looked into each other's eyes, and with actions speaking much louder than words, he pulled you into a warm embrace.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, you listened carefully to his breathing. “I get why you got upset with me, but I already planned on everything that is happening right now. Living with you, in a place where I can call our own, with new memories just waiting to be made… I’m living my dream, and I hope that can be enough.” Your heart had felt like it was glowing at this point.

His words felt sweet, and soft to the sound. His chest that vibrated against you, your eyes fluttered close, and you hummed contently.

“It’s more than enough.”

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