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Burn The Witch 5 - Cross Your Heart [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Lying is supposed to be easy for spies.

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You were beginning to think undercover operations were some sort of punishments given to agents, because lying was one thing, but creating a whole life around that lie was another.

Not only were your knives replaced by a bunch of paintings on the wall, you now had some photos in frames; old photos of people you didn’t know, people who were supposed to be your “cover” family.

You’d still prefer to have your knives on the walls though.

“You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to be on my side!” you pressed the phone between your shoulder and your ear, and heard Chloe’s laugh.

“I am on your side, I just can’t do anything about your uniform.”

You plopped down on the couch, setting your heels down on the floor.

“Bucky might be from 1940s, but he knows that it’s the 21st century now,” you said, putting the heels on, “No reason to make me dress like a….weird pin up waitress.”

“It’s a part of your mission,” she reminded you, “What, you can kill a target with a wine glass but a pin up costume is where you draw the line?”

You clicked your tongue, “Anyone can kill someone with a wine glass. It’s not that hard.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Babe it’s not rocket science, you just break the bowl part, then use the stem to stab them in the—“ you got distracted when you opened the kitchen cabinet, “I’m sorry, why do I have so many kitchen supplies?”

She held her breath in excitement, “Do you like them?”

“I don’t know what to do with most of them.”

“Cover Y/N likes cooking!”

“And the real Y/N can’t stand her,” you deadpanned, making her stifle a laugh.

“So he hasn’t texted you yet?”

“Barnes?” you asked, “Not yet. Why?”

“Well, I took the liberty of taking a look at his messages the other day.”

“Oh God, don’t tell me,” you said, “He’s seeing someone else?”

“No no, not at all,” she said, “He’s totally single, and probably ready to mingle. With you, that is.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He and Wilson were talking about you the other day. Well, more like Wilson was telling him to get his shit together and ask you out.”

“I don’t think he’s the type to ask someone out via text,” you said, “I think he will come to the shop one of these days.”

“Why?”

“He looked sort of….” You searched for the word in your mind, “Uh-clueless?”

“Clueless?”

“Yeah, you know how assassins usually flirt,” you ignored her noise of disagreement, “He wasn’t like that.”

“You really need to focus on the personal details of his file.”

You scowled, “What is that supposed to mean?” you asked, “I know his favorite weapons, what knives he—”

“Personal file,” she repeated, “You know there’s more to people than their weapons of choice right?”

“I might have to engage in combat if I’m ever compromised, and do you know how many people walked away alive after engaging in combat with the Winter Soldier in all these decades?” you asked, “Three. Three people; Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, and they are legends. I might be good, but I’m not that good.”

“Just memorizing his arsenal can’t help you in this mission,” she said, “Did you know that he hasn’t exactly dated since becoming the Winter Soldier? His ex Connie ended up having 3 kids and a long career at the post office—“

“What am I supposed to do Chloe, stalk grandma’s Instagram?”

“No, she passed away 5 years ago.”

“Of course she did,” you mumbled, “Listen, I don’t have time for this. I’m already knee deep in my own cover, I can’t get into Barnes’s past when it’ll give me no advantage in the mission.”

“Y/N-“

“Trust me,” you cut her off, looking in the mirror to fix your uniform, “I have everything under control.”

***

You had maybe like one thing under control and that was the milkshake you were currently pouring into a mason jar. After a crash course in different recipes yesterday, you barely needed any help from your coworkers and seeing that the shop wasn’t very crowded, you didn’t have to rush.

And now you knew how to make three things; pasta, eggs and milkshakes.

If Keith were here, he would’ve said those were 3 main food groups.

“Tara, we’re running low on maraschino cherries,” you said as you shook the can and your new coworker turned to you.

“Oh that’s okay, there’s another jar are under the counter.”

You put the cherry over the whipped cream, and handed the jar to her. “There you go.”

“Another week of working here and you will come up with your own recipes,” she said, “Tell me the truth, are you like a spy sent by a rival company?”

You stared at her, then forced a laugh.

“I wish,” you said, “Maybe I’d be paid more.”

“Good point,” she said and walked to give the milkshake to the customer while you put the empty jar aside, then went under the counter to search for a new jar.

“Strawberries….” You read the labels out loud as you heard the wind bells chime by the door, “Figs, berries—cherries!”

You reached out to grab the jar and stood up but as soon as you did, you caught the sight of the figure by the door and held your breath, the jar slipping from your grip before you caught it mid-air.

“Bucky.” You breathed out, before you remembered to plaster a smile on your face.

Naïve, soft hearted civilian.

He stole a look around as if he expected someone to attack him at any seconds in a milkshake shop before he stepped closer to the counter you were standing behind.

“Hi.”

“Hi-hi there!” you said, putting the jar down, “You came!”

“You sound surprised,” he smiled and you shrugged your shoulders, shooting him a mischievous look,

“Better late than never, I suppose.”

He hissed in a breath, “Ouch, was it that late?”

“Just a little,” you said “So what can I get you?”

He looked up at the board over the wall, “What are my options?”

“Well, we have Unicorn Cotton Candy, Pumpkin Spice Latte, Candy Cane Passion, Lavender Macaron—“ you stopped talking when you saw the clueless look on his face and cleared your throat, “Or hey, maybe chocolate? We have chocolate milkshake.”

“Chocolate sounds good.”

“Coming right up.” You took a mason jar from the shelf to get to it and he grabbed his wallet, making you raise your brows.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Oh come on—”

“I’m going to make you an overly complicated milkshake if you try to pay for this,” you warned him, shaking the can before putting whipped cream on top of the milkshake, “It’s on the house, I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said quickly, making you point at him with the straw.

“Either way, I’m warning you. I’m armed and dangerous.”

“Consider me intimidated,” he said with a grin as he put the cash into the tip jar and you narrowed your eyes.

“Bucky.”

“Well technically, tip doesn’t count.”

“I wonder where I heard that before,” you muttered under your breath while he walked to pull himself a seat.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” you said, reminding yourself that your cover probably wouldn’t make dirty jokes and went to place the milkshake in front of him.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” You waved a dismissive hand and rested your elbows on the counter, leaning in slightly.

He was gentleman enough to not check out your cleavage, instead kept his gaze on your face, making you suppress a smile.

“You were right,” Bucky said, his eyes darting around the café after a couple of seconds, “About how this place looked. It is creepily accurate.”

“Really?”

“I mean we didn’t have a neon flowers corner, but…” he trailed off, “Yeah. Yeah, I would say so.”

“Is that why you look like you expect someone to jump out of shadows and attack you?” you asked and his head shot up before he scrunched up his face.

“That obvious?”

“Not that I have lots of experience but so far none of the customers looked this uncomfortable while drinking a milkshake,” you said, “Is it because deep down you actually wanted to try Unicorn Cotton Candy?”

“Oh no, I’m good with classics,” He held up his milkshake, “No I just think that I’m a bit….uh, rusty.”

“Rusty,” you repeated, “On what?”

“On this.”

You batted your lashes, looking up at him and you could almost feel him being lured in.

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow,” you said softly after a beat and he gulped, taking a deep breath.

“It’s just that you’re—“ he cleared his throat, “You’re very beautiful and it’s been decades since I last asked someone out for a date.”

Winter Soldier, credited with over 100 assassinations, you reminded yourself Don’t lower your guard, it’s just a cover.

Don’t believe in your own cover.

You bit down a smile, tilting your head.

“Well, I didn’t think you were rusty,” you said and he raised his brows.

“You didn’t?”

“Not at all,” you said, “For the record, I’m definitely going to say yes.”

“Are you?”

“Absolutely,” you grinned, “Once you actually ask me, that is. With words, not an implication.”

His smile was almost playful, “With words, huh?”

“I’m old fashioned like that,” you taunted him, “Let’s see how we can make it less awkward for you though. Would you feel more comfortable to ask me out if you knew some weird stuff about me?”

“You know, that would help a lot actually.”

You tapped your fingernails on the counter, looking up at the ceiling, pretending to be in deep thought. Your superiors had always said the best cover stories were somehow based on real life without revealing your identity, so you figured telling him random things about you wouldn’t hurt or put the mission in danger.

“Well, I really like grapes but I don’t like the skin, so I end up peeling every grape I eat, one by one,” you counted with your fingers, “I watched a documentary once and now I can’t swim in any lakes because I keep thinking I’ll get attacked by that weird flesh eating bacteria. When I was sixteen, I was the president of the chess club but I had a boyfriend who didn’t believe in the moon landing—”

“I heard about the moon landing!” he said quickly, “I didn’t get around to watch it yet though.”

“Oh my God, you should.”

“What else?”

“I’m scared of peacocks,” you confessed, “I know everyone says they’re beautiful but they look like they’re waiting for the right time to attack you.”

He looked like he was fighting with himself not to laugh and he pressed his metal fist on his lips, his whole attention on you.

“You can’t laugh!” you exclaimed and he shook his head, trying to look as serious as possible.

“I’m not!” he managed to hide his chuckle with a cough, “Keep going, this is very helpful.”

You heaved a sigh. “Well, do you want to hear the most embarrassing one?”

“Absolutely.”

“I normally keep my phone on mute 24/7 but since last week it’s been on full volume because I was terrified I’d miss something important.”

The amused light in his eyes got softer and he lowered his hand, a smile warming his face.

Hook, line…

“I was um— I was hoping for you to call, you see.” you said, averting your gaze from him to look down for a second, biting on your lip.

His voice was raspy; “Were you?”

You shrugged your shoulders, mumbling an inaudible maybe, and his eyes trailed down to your lips before snapping up to lock your gaze in his.

“What time do you get off work today?”

And sinker.

Time to pull back.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth, “I work at the soup kitchen tonight.”

“Oh –I thought you said it was on Mondays and Wednesdays.”

“I did, I’m just covering for a friend tonight. Family emergency, she says.” you said and pushed your hair behind your ear, shifting your weight, “But my shift is over at 6 tomorrow and I can be ready around 7, I live really close by. If you’re- if you’re free, that is.”

“I am.”

“It’s a date, then.”

“It’s a date,” he repeated and stood up, “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“See you tomorrow Bucky.” You smiled as he walked out of the shop and Tara came closer to you.

“Wow, you’ve been here a month and you met someone that hot?” she said and winked at you, “Good job there.”

Right.

Good job.

***

“So, wait—“ Chloe came closer to sit between you and Keith, holding a huge bowl of popcorn, “He just showed up?”

“Mm hm.”

“And you have a date tomorrow?”

Keith uncapped your beer and handed you the bottle as you rested your feet on the coffee table.

“You’re being careful, aren’t you?” he asked you and you nodded.

“Sure.”

“He doesn’t suspect anything?”

“No, he’s buying this whole naïve soft hearted civilian thing,” you said while Chloe snatched the remote from Keith’s hand, ignoring protests.

“And are you?”

You dragged your eyes from the list of movies on the screen. “I want a horror movie.”

“Well too bad, I want an action movie.”

“We’re watching a rom-com and that’s final!” Chloe pointed at both of you, making you groan.

“Why does this keep happening?” Keith asked to no one in particular and she snapped her fingers.

“It’s my turn and my place so I pick the movie,” she said and shot you a look, “I’m still waiting for an answer, by the way. You don’t….you don’t have feelings for Barnes, right?”

Keith stole a look at you before turning to Chloe,

“I don’t think our dear friend here wants a relationship beautiful,” he told her, “Not after what happened the last time.”

You could feel the goosebumps rising on your arms as a shiver ran down your spine.

“I don’t even know Barnes all that well yet, but I can assure you he’s not the type to—“ you paused, “Do something that cowardly.”

Keith gritted his teeth. “Where is that asshole anyway?”

“Hungary,” Chloe said and you raised your brows.

“Undercover?”

“Yeah. I hope he gets compromised and dies there.”

“Very unlikely,” you murmured, “Anyways, what brought this on? My feelings for Barnes?”

“It’s just that I recently read Vincent Smith’s file,” she said, “You guys remember Vincent?”

“Who?”

“His code name was Marco.”

“Oh, I remember Marco!” Keith said, “That guy took down a whole unit by himself. What happened to him?”

“He is missing.” Chloe said and you pulled your brows together.

“Since when do agents go missing and we don’t know where they are?”

“Since they fall for the target.”

“No way,” Keith chuckled, “Badass spy Marco fell in love? Poor idiot.”

“You’re a terrible person, Keith.”

You sat up straighter, “Wait, did you say he fell for the target?”

“Yeah, I saw the reports from his handler. And now he’s missing, and I don’t want you to run away with Barnes like Marco did with his target.”

You and Keith exchanged glances and you clicked your tongue.

“Chloe babe, he’s not missing.” you said “He’s dead.”

She pulled back slightly, “You don’t know-“

“Yes I do. You don’t fall for the target and compromise the whole mission, not unless you want to end up dead.”

“There’s no report of that,” she insisted and Keith sipped his beer.

“What did his report say, sweetheart?”

“That he was removed from his mission before going missing.”

Keith scoffed, “Rest in peace Marco, you won’t be missed.”

“How do you know—“

“Because that’s the code,” you said, “If the report says he was removed from his mission and went missing, it means he was killed by an agent on our side.”

“We killed our own agent?” she exclaimed and you turned the beer bottle in your hand,

“He stopped being our agent the moment he fell for the target.”

Chloe covered her mouth with her hands, worry etched into her expression, “Y/N, please, please promise me you won’t somehow get too involved in this mission and fall for Barnes and put yourself in danger.”

You let out a small laugh, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“It’s the Winter Soldier we’re talking about,” you reminded her and chewed on the popcorn, “Trust me, that would never happen.”

“Cross your heart?”

You heaved a sigh and clinked your beer bottle with hers.

“Cross my heart honey,” you assured her, “There’s no way I’d sign my own death warrant by doing something that stupid.”

Chapter 6

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americasass91 · 4 years

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Healing Ransom

Hello beautiful people!! This will be my first (I’m sure of many) submissions for @drabblewithfrannybarnes amazing Autumn Challenge! Fall is my favorite time of the year! It’s got beautiful colors! Pumpkin everything! And Halloween? You just can’t beat it! I hope you enjoy this little story. It stars our one and only Mean Sweater Murder Daddy, Ransom!

Verbal Prompts:

“Please don’t be sad for me.”

“Shove it, satan.”

Location/activity prompts:

Walking through a park with leaves

Jumping in/raking leaves

Words: 3.8k

Rating: Explicit(of course it is😋)

Warnings: smut, Ransom being his usual dickish self, slight angst, death of minor character, funerals, sadness, language

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You had only been asleep for about an hour and a half when you were abruptly woken up by a cell phone vibrating loudly.

You open one eye and look towards the nightstand your phone is on. It’s silent. That means it’s his phone.

You smack your fuck buddy on the back of the head. “Ow, Y/N what the actual fuck?”

You turn over and pull the covers higher up on your naked body. “Your phone’s ringing asshole.”

He mumbles something under his breath you don’t quite catch as he reaches for his phone. “It’s Linda. Ugh she’s probably drunk again and calling to tell me how worthless I am. Fuck her.”

He throws the phone down on the bed and gets comfortable. “And why are you still here? You know how I feel about you spending the night.”

You raise your hand and flip him off. “You’re the one that fucked me into submission. I can’t help it that I fell asleep right after. Don’t worry, your highness, I’ll be out of your hair first thing in the morning.”

He’s about to reply when his phone starts vibrating right against your ass. You shriek and sit up and grab the phone.

Before Ransom even comprehends that you have it, you answer.

“Hello, Linda. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Y/N. Can I talk to Ransom please.” She sounds like she’s on the verge of tears.

You hand the phone to Ransom who looks at you incredulously. “Just take it. She sounds upset.”

He just rolls his eyes and snatches the phone from you. “Mother, why in the fuck are you calling me at 3 in the morning?”

You’re not entirely sure what she’s saying but Ransom went from being annoyed to showing no emotion on his face.

“When?...Who found him?...Okay..well, thanks for letting me know.” He hangs up and throws the phone back onto the nightstand.

He’s silent for a few minutes. He looks over at your questioning stare.

“My father died. Heart attack. His maid found him. Guess he’d been there for awhile.”

You immediately go to pull him into a hug. “Oh, Ransom. I’m so sorry.”

He pushes you away. “Please don’t be sad for me. He was a piece of shit who smoked like a chimney and never took care of himself. It was just a matter of time before something liked this happened.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “But he was your dad, Ransom. It’s okay to be sad about it.” You reach out and place a hand on his shoulder.

He grabs your hand and yanks you onto his lap. “I’m not sad. I don’t actually feel anything. It’s not like we had any kind of a relationship. Now how about since we’re both awake we go for round 5?”

You just roll your eyes and let him take your body to euphoria once more.

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That following Saturday you wake up to the sight of beautiful changing leaves. God you love Fall. It was the best time of the year in your opinion. Pumpkin everything? Yes please! Halloween? Oh, fuck yeah! Your favorite holiday.

You decide you can’t let this beauty go to waste. You throw back the covers and quickly dress in some leggings and a burgundy sweater you’re pretty sure belongs to Ransom.

You can’t help but admire all the beautiful Fall colors as you begin your walk. You don’t even need music right now. You feel so at peace during this particular morning. All the beautiful colors. The slight chill in the air. The smell of cider someone is selling from a cart up the way. You’re definitely going to have to get some of that.

You spot a pile of leaves on your way to the cart and you have the strongest urge to run and jump in them. You stop walking and look around. You’re alone. Fuck it.

You take off and giggle like a little girl again as you launch yourself at the pile of leaves. You lose yourself in them. Forgetting everything for a moment and just enjoying the freeing feeling. You’re enjoying it so much you almost miss your phone vibrating in your pocket.

You sit up and fish it out to see who’s interrupting your childlike moment. Ransom. You roll your eyes. The only time he calls you is when he wants sex. You’re just going to have to tell him you’re too busy at the moment.

You answer and put the phone to your ear as you lay back amongst the leaves. “Ransom, I cannot come over for some fuckery right now. I’m in my happy place.”

“Y/N. Hey. That’s not why I’m calling. Linda just called to let me know the funeral is tomorrow. I was wondering if you’d go with me?”

He doesn’t sound like himself. Sad almost. “Sure, Ran. Of course I’ll be there. Just let me know what time.”

“Visitation is from 2-4. The funeral starts right after. Then of course we’ll go bury him. Sorry your whole day will be full. I know how much you love your weekends.”

You shake your head and wave your hand in the air as if he can see it. “Ransom, don’t worry about that. This is more important. And besides, Monday is Columbus Day so I have an extra day off.”

“So that means you’ll be able to spend the night with me tomorrow night?”

You feel butterflies in your stomach. He’s never asked you to spend the night.

“Well, sure if that’s what you want.”

“Thanks, I’ll need to fuck all of my frustrations out from being around my family all day.”

Ah, there’s the ulterior motive. You feel your heart sink a little. “Yeah, sure. How about I’ll just come to your place tomorrow around 1 and we can head over to the funeral together?”

“Sure, sure. Look I have to go. I have to try to get this chapter written today. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, of course. Good luck with the chapter.”

“Oh and Y/N? Have fun playing in the leaves.”

With that he hangs up. You look around to make sure he’s nowhere around. How did he know you were in a pile of leaves?

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You head into the funeral with Ransom at around 1:45. Despite everything you can’t help but notice he looks handsome in his dark blue suit.

“God I hate funerals.” He says as he gazes around the room. He spots Linda.

“Well, who likes them?” You ask him as she approaches.

She throws her arms around Ransom’s neck. He reluctantly returns the hug.

“Oh, Ransom! I just can’t believe he’s gone.”

Ransom just rolls his eyes as he looks at you. He mouths ‘Help me’

You put your hand on Linda’s back. “Oh, Linda. I’m so sorry he’s gone.”

She lets go of Ransom and turns towards you. “Thank you dear. Even though he wasn’t my husband anymore I still loved him. A part of me always will.”

You glance over at Ransom who’s trying to avoid Walt that just walked in. You can’t help but know how she feels about loving someone like that. You love Ransom no matter what the 2 of you are. You think you always will.

You nod your head. “Of course you will. He was a big part of your life. And he’s Ransom's dad. He’ll always have a special place in your heart.”

She pulls you in for a hug. When she pulls back she cups your cheek. “I’m well aware that you’re too good for my son. But please don’t leave him. He can’t do any better than you.”

With that she heads over to greet more people filing in. You stand there shocked at her words. Linda has never been unpleasant towards you but that was the nicest damn thing she’s ever said to you.

You spot Ransom leaning against the opposite wall as far away from the other people as he can get.

You head over and stop in front of him with your arms crossed. “Ransom, aren’t you supposed to be talking to your family? Letting people give their condolences.”

“Fuck these people, Y/N. None of them gave a shit about Richard. I bet half of the women in this room fucked him at one point.”

You look around wide eyed to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Luckily they weren’t. “Jesus, Ransom be quiet! This is a funeral. And unlike you, some people are here to grieve!”

“Whatever, Y/N! You’re such a bitch. You didn’t like him either! You always called him a creep! So don’t stand there and act live you give a shit that he’s dead!”

Your mouth drops open. God he’s such an asshole! “You know what, fuck you Ransom! I do give a shit! Just because I thought he was a creep doesn’t mean I wanted him to die! I understand you’re grieving right now but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me like shit. Maybe you should find somebody else to fuck out your frustrations on!”

By now the whole room is looking at you 2. You didn’t mean to be so loud but god dammit did he piss you off.

“You know what, Y/N? Maybe I will! Fuck off!”

He pushes away from the wall and stomps towards the door. “SHOVE IT, SATAN!” You can’t help but yell after him. You then take a look around the room and see everyone staring at you. “Sorry about that.” You quickly leave the room and head towards the kitchen area. You hear footsteps behind you. You turn around and see Meg following you.

“Y/N? Are you okay? God he is such a piece of shit.” She pulls you in for a hug,

You return it gratefully. “Thanks but I’m just worried about Linda. She’s already upset and I am certainly not making things any easier.”

She scoffs as she pulls away from you. “Oh, please! She was chuckling when you called him satan. Said it was an accurate name for him.”

You smile at her feeling relieved. “That’s good then. How are you holding up?”

She returns your smile. “I’m okay. Uncle Richard and I didn’t have a close relationship but I’ll still miss our debates we had.”

You nod in understanding. “I guess I should go find satan.”

Before you have a chance to leave the kitchen, Ransom comes in. He comes over and pulls you in for a hug. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just don’t want to be here and I’m sick of these people pretending to grieve when I know they don’t care and I took my anger out on you. You were nice enough to be here with me today, you don’t deserve how I treated you.”

Your heart skips a beat. He never apologizes for anything. You pull away from the hug and cup his cheek. “It’s okay. Apology accepted. You get a free pass today. Now how about we head back in?”

He grabs your wrist and places a kiss on your palm. “Okay, will you stay by me?”

You pull him in for a quick peck. “Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”

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The funeral was tastefully done. Ransom refused to ride over in the limo with the rest of the family. He said he wanted to drive over with you.

You pull into the cemetery and get out of the car. You look around for the gravesite. You don’t see one. “Ran, where’s the gravesite?”

Ransom just chuckles and points at the hill. “On the top of the hill. He wanted to be buried in the most expensive spot.”

You look down at your black pumps and then over at the slightly muddy hill. Well this should be fun.

Ransom sees your hesitation. “There’s a brick pathway. Your shoes are safe.”

You sigh in relief. Thank god. You follow the crowd that has now gathered toward the path. Ransom follows in step beside you. He grabs your hand and laces your fingers together. You feel those stupid butterflies in your stomach again.

You can’t help but admire the beautiful fall foliage. It puts a smile on your face despite the sad day.

Ransom rolls his eyes playfully at you. “You and your Fall.”

“It’s beautiful, Ransom! How can you not love it?”

You’re too busy looking at all the leaves to notice him staring at you. “Yeah, it is beautiful.”

You reach the gravesite and stand with Ransom near the front. He still hasn’t let go of your hand. If anything he’s holding onto it tighter.

You can’t help but let some tears fall as the minister says some more beautiful words. You chance a glance at Ransom and you see him wipe a single tear from his face. That makes you give his hand a reaffirming squeeze.

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Ransom wasn’t lying when he said he was going to fuck out his frustrations on you. He took you right against the wall as soon as you walked into his house. Then again on the island in the kitchen. And again on the stairs. (You’re sure to have bruises from that escapade). Finally finishing in his bed. You passed out almost right after the last one.

You woke up around 2 am with the urge to pee. You look over and see Ransom’s side of the bed empty. He must be downstairs rehydrating after all that fucking. You decide to quickly pee and then head down to find him.

He’s not in the kitchen like you thought. You’re about to go check his study to see if he’s up writing when you see a light on in the living room. You head in and see him sitting on the couch. His back is to you so he hasn’t realized you’re in the room yet. There’s something sitting on his coffee table. You move forward quietly trying not to disturb him in case he wants to be alone.

When you get close enough you see that it’s a framed picture of him and his dad. Ransom can’t be older than 16. They have their arms around each other’s shoulders. His prized Beemer is in the background with a big red bow on top.

That’s when you hear the sniffling. You quickly round the couch and see that Ransom is clutching a pillow and sobbing into it. You take a seat next to him. You put a comforting hand on his back and rub it up and down in a soothing manner.

He looks up at you, tears covering his cheeks. “You know I think this is the only picture I have of me and my dad. I think he was happier than me that day. He was so proud to pass his car down to me.”

You just smile sadly and pull him in for a hug. He throws the pillow away and pulls you into his lap so that you’re straddling him. You gently wipe away his tears with your thumbs. “I can’t believe he’s gone. I never even knew him, Y/N. And now I’m never gonna get the chance to.” He buries his face into the crook of your neck and tightens his arms around your waist. He starts sobbing again.

You rub one hand up and down his back and run your other through his hair. “Shhh, Ransom. I know you’re hurting. I’m so sorry you lost him.”

“I fucking hate this, Y/N! I hate feeling like this. So helpless. And he fucking died alone. That’s gonna be me. I don’t want to die alone.” He looks up at you so innocently. So heartbroken.

You grab his face with both hands. “Hugh Ransom Drysdale, you’re not going to die alone. If you’re that afraid of it then change your ways.”

He lowers his eyes towards his hands that are resting on your hips. “I just hate feeling this way. I didn’t even know him. Why am I so fucking sad?” He looks back up at you.

“Because you didn’t know him and you’re regretting that. It’s too late to do anything about it now. Unfortunately you’re just going to have to deal with it and grieve. Doesn’t mean you can’t change your other relationships though. So you don’t feel like this ever again.”

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in just enough until your lips are touching. “It hurts so much, Y/N. Please help me forget. Even for just a little bit. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” He pulls you in for a fierce kiss, enough to take your breath away.

After you gain back some control you push against his chest. “Ransom, I don’t think this is the best way-”

“Please,Y/N? Please take the pain away.”

Your heart breaks. You look him in the eye and nod your head. He pulls you back in for another heated kiss. If this was the only way you could take away his pain, even if temporary, you’ll give it to him.

You put your hands in his hair and give it a tug making him groan. One of his hands moves to your ass, making you grind against his growing erection. The other remains on the back of your neck, not letting you break the kiss. He needs you close right now.

He pulls back from the kiss. “Need you, baby. Please.”

You quickly stand up to remove your pajama shorts and panties while he lowers his sweats just enough to free himself. You straddle him again and stroke his length up and down a few times, smearing his pre-cum all over. You guide him to your entrance and sink down on him. “Fuck, Ransom. Always feels so good.”

You give yourself a few minutes to adjust once your hips are flush against his. He settles his hands on your waist while yours rest on his shoulders. You lean in for a kiss before you start moving up and down on him. Moving at the hard and fast pace you know he always prefers.

“Wait, baby, slow down.” He grips your hips to stop your movements. You look at him confused. He always likes it hard and fast. He tightens his hold on your hips and starts grinding you on him. “Just need to feel you, Y/N. Can we slow down?”

Your heart flutters. “Of course.” You take over and start grinding against him. Keeping a slow rhythm. You throw your head back and moan. God he feels amazing. You can feel every part of him like this. Usually he’s going so fast you don’t get to appreciate the feeling of him dragging along your walls like this. This isn’t about reaching orgasm. This is intimacy. This is about feelings.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck. “You feel so good, baby. You take me so well. Like you were made for me. Made to fit me. My beautiful Y/N.”

You can feel tears well up in your eyes. You know this might not feel the same for him but it’s making you fall even more in love with him than what you already were.

You're not going to last long. Not only are your emotions getting the best of you but your clit is rubbing deliciously against his pelvis. He can feel you fluttering on his cock.

He pulls back and looks at you. “Gonna come for me pretty girl? I can feel you. You’re squeezing me so good. Let go, Y/N. I’m right behind you.”

You fall apart at his words. His name is a whisper on your lips. He buries his face back into the crook of your neck as he meets his end with a groan. Filling you up with everything he has.

You both stay like that for a minute. Just holding each other like you were afraid the other would disappear. He pulls back and looks at you again. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and smiles softly at you. “I love you, Y/N. God I love you so fucking much.”

You feel tears fall down your face. “I love you too, Ransom. Always have and always will. I won’t let you die alone.”

He pulls you in for another kiss. “No more of this fuck buddy stuff. I’m in this for real. For the long haul. I can’t feel like this ever again. I can live with how I feel about my dad. But you? I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least try.”

“We’re talking about a relationship here Ransom. The exact thing you always said you didn’t want. What if it doesn’t work out? What if you change your mind?”

“It will work out, I’ll make sure it does. I won’t be changing my mind. You’re it for me. But if for some reason you decide I’m not what you want, then at least I can say I tried. I’m willing to regret you for the rest of my life.”

You melt at his words. This is all you’ve ever wanted. For him to love you. Why the fuck were you questioning it?

You lean back in for another kiss. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

You lean in for another kiss. “Okay. But I’m exhausted. Can you take me to bed now?”

He chuckles and stands you both up. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get you to bed.”

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You wake up the next morning with the biggest smile on your face. Not only did Ransom confess his love for you last night but it was the most beautiful Fall day outside. You wondered if you could convince him to go for a walk with you.

The smell of coffee hits your nose and you quickly throw back the covers to head downstairs. As you turn to head into the kitchen you find Ransom. He’s dialing a number on his phone. His back is to you.

Curious, you stay behind for a minute to see who he’s calling.

“Hello, Mom? Hi. How are you?...Good….Yeah she’s here, she’s upstairs sleeping. I know, I’m not gonna let her go. Hey listen I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch with me today, just us?”

You can’t help the big smile that spreads across your face. Maybe Ransom was changing after all.

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Unbelievably Outlandish– Part 8

Summary: Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader

Words: 2345

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start, obviously fighting and such

What Murtagh said and how he stared at you was quite unsettling, what could you possibly mean by a ‘woman’ taking care of Jamie? You were quite sure Laohaire was a woman and could take nice care of Jamie. That thought didn’t settle well either, but you couldn’t understand why. It felt like it was something you had buried deep in your soul, so deep you could only focus on getting back home to your family – Davy. When you were preparing for the gathering, you tried to think about what your brother was doing and whether he felt alone or abandoned. The guilt of your lack of fight or focus on getting home crept into your body and weighed you down.

Angus entered the surgery, “Lass, the festivities are about to be going, let’s make our way up.”

You nodded at him and started to walk up, “Do I look like I’ll fit in up there?”

“You’ll fit in plenty enough, enough for a colony lass,” he muttered to you. “Just stay out of trouble, I’ve got my mind on-.”

You rolled your eyes, putting your hand to stop in from continuing, “Angus, I get you want to find a lady and I promise to not get in the way. I still got a ton of work to do before tomorrow’s hunt. I do not plan to stay long, which is what I told Mrs. Fitz. The laird gave me a job, I intend to do well.”

“Just do as your told,” he pushed you forward. You fought every bone and muscle in your body not to thrash him about. No matter the effort, you could not win the trust of some of the people here Angus and Dougal included. You could only kill someone with kindness so much before you take someone’s throat out with your fists.

Mrs. Fitz passed by you, “You look lovely in that dress, my dear. I told you, now some man will come and sweep you up, though I’ll hate to see the day someone takes you from us.”

You could see Murtagh rolling his eyes, as you looked down at the people prepping from the oath ceremony. You bit the inside of your cheek, “Mrs. Fitz, I told you. I do not intend to marry, I have a family waiting for me back by Inverness. I’m just buying my time.”

“That reminds me, Gale Allister left your payment in the kitchen by the flour. Thought it was best she avoids the surgery with all your business getting ready for hunt,” she shared with you.

“Thank you Mrs. Fitz, I’m not sure what I’d do without you,” you half hugged her. You tried to ignore the suspicious look from Murtagh. You had been finding little chores and such to help the community here, as well earn money that will help foster your escape home. “Murtagh, where is Mister McTavish? I’d assume he’d be here for the oath taking.”

Murtagh glanced down at you, trying to avoid making too much eye contact with you, “Leave the man be right now. He’s best to be not seen during the swearing ceremony. I feel you’ve tortured the man enough for a life time.”

“What are you on about, I do not torture anyone?” Collum entered the room starting the ceremony with Dougal. It was actually quite beautiful, full of tradition, and honor.

“You’re torturing me right now, lass,” Murtagh grumbled under his breath.

Mrs. Fitz pinched Murtagh’s arm to shush him, “If they are all the same, I’m off to get more work done. Keep me posted Mrs. Fitz,” you kiss her cheek and skip away to your work space. Angus caught sight of you and followed, “Angus, I pinky swear I will not wonder away and get you in trouble with Dougal.”

He gripped her arm, “No, no, no – you have to stay up here until I find a lady-.”

“Too much Angus, too much,” you stopped him quickly. “Here,” you pass Angus a necklace given to you by your mother, “This is my necklace given to me by mom before she died.” Angus looked immediately concerned you were going to get emotional, “As long as you hold that necklace, I’m not going anywhere. Go enjoy the gathering.”

He looked at the necklace in his hand to you, “You sneak off girl, I’ll gut you. Stay in the surgery, no wandering off like you like to.”

You put your two fingers up like you were a scout. Angus gave you a strange look before motioning you down to the surgery, “Angus,” you called to him, he looked back at you quickly, “You lose that, I promise no laird will stop me from taking your balls.”

He waved you off, laughing to himself, “A lady with a mouth like yours.”

You were only partially concerned Angus would lose your necklace. You had made your way to the surgery, but stopped on the last stair. You had already prepared for the hunt with your materials and such. You didn’t want to stay at the ceremony because it made you think of your past with the Marines and your brother with your traditions. Davy would be so impressed by seeing some of his heritage. He would probably love this whole experience. Think of the hunt the next day, you grew sick and worried. You were never a hunter; you had a soft spots for most animals. You had trouble killing spiders, though your history with war was quite the contradiction. Your brother constantly made fun of you for it. The thought of animals made you think of your horse. Your promised Angus you would stay put, but it’s not like you planned to escape. You just wanted to drop off your medical supplies and check on your horse. The stable hand made it seem like your horse wasn’t part of the elite, which made you like her more.

On the way to the stables, you used your military expertise to get past the men. You didn’t need Angus to find out you lied to him. A few drunken clansmen tried to take advantage of you being an alone woman. This immediately made you pissed for the lady folk in the area, the amount of women who had to be assaulted made you sick. One guy had gotten a swipe at you and your lip was bleeding. You made it to the stables, nursing your lip. You were going to take your time getting back to the surgery, this was probably the safest place for you outside your surgery space. Lost in your thoughts of consequences, you tripped over a mass. You rolled onto your back with a knife in hand, pressing it to the neck of a person and they were doing the same to you, “Deoiridh.” Jamie immediately released you, sitting up to give you space, “What are you doing out here?”

“I could ask the same to you, sir,” you shot back at him. Your temper was rising with the amount of times you had to keep your guide up during this time period. Jamie stared at you a little longer than you liked, he was hoping for a better answer, “I was checking on my horse for the hunt. I have a soft spot for her and I wanted to drop off my stuff now, so I wouldn’t have to have hungover Angus complaining in the morning.”

Jamie chuckled to himself, “Thoughtful lass.” He paused for a second, “Y/N, you alright?” He put his hand up, leaning in closer to get a look at your bleeding lip, “Did that just happen,” he asked with guilt seeping off his voice.

He took out some cloth and tried to dab at your lip, “I had an issue coming over here with some clansmen,” you mumbled, trying to find the right words. You didn’t need Jamie telling Collum of your violent assault to some of their men. You didn’t kill them, but they will probably be concussed and be missing the hunt the next day.

He shot up, “Did they,” he pulled you up to closer inspect you.

You pushed him back gently, “No, no.” You hesitated and tried to figure out the best way to share it with him, “I knocked them out before anything could happen.”

Jamie’s laugh filled the room, finally dulling down to lean against the horses pen, “You’re a deadly woman Deoiridh. I’ve seen you teaching some stuff to the kids, but I didn’t think you could take out Mackenzie men without more than a busted lip. You sure your alright,” he tried to cup you neck again to look closer at your lip.

His hands were rough, but it a way you’ve never felt. It was like your body was on fire, but wanting to crave more it. Electricity surges your body, “I’m fine,” you whispered, “I’ve had plenty worse.”

“These men are lucky you got to them first,” he said trying to relax his jaw. You should tell a piece of him was bothered by you being attacked. Something inside him wanted to crash out of the stables and slaughter the men who would do such damage to his friend, at least that’s what you were telling yourself.

“Murtagh mentioned you weren’t going to the ceremony for the gathering,” you reached into your bag, “I was going to stop by your hut, residence place,” you weren’t sure what to call his little bed area. You passed him some food from the kitchen.

He shook his head, “Again with the thoughtfulness, you seem to care an awful lot about my wellbeing.”

“Shut up,” you shove him as he laughs at you. You could see he was trying to get a raise out of you since you pushed him to talk to Laoghaire, “You’re my friend Jamie. You were the first one who was nice to me here, well before you tossed me over your shoulder and proceeded to act like chauvinistic tool.”

He grinned at you, “Well, you are probably the most unique, thoughtful, and caring women I know. Besides when you are prodding me and calling me mean names.” He put the bag of food down next to his makeshift bed, “We should get you back to the castle, I bet Angus won’t be taken to kindly to your journey to the stables.”

“I can get back on my own. Murtagh told me to leave you alone, something about the ceremony, which is none of my business,” you mumbled away, trying to push whatever you are feeling way down. “I took down three clansmen and you, I think I can get back on my own,” you look down at Jamie sitting on the ground.

He pulled himself up towering over you, “Me,” he questioned, “I think I’d remember you taking me anywhere,” he pulled your shawl tighter to your body. “Now let’s go, me walking you back is not up for debate.”

You rolled your eyes and jogged up next to him, “Suit yourself, but Murtagh doesn’t like me enough as it is. If you get caught or whatever, I’m not to blame you tell him that.”

Jamie stopped you at the door, leaning in close to your face to whisper, “Murtagh likes you plenty, believe me if he didn’t like you he’d ignore you. Now let’s go before you get me caught.”

“Jamie,” you whispered harshly, holding tightly on the back of his shirt waddling after him. With your face slightly pressed to his back as you both giggled out the stables, there was something about his smell. You’d assumed he’d smell like most rotting, sweating men. Being in the marines and being in the desert for long periods of time, you were pretty much used to it. But it was different with Jamie, your psychology background pushed towards his manly man pheromones. You pushed those thoughts away and tipped toed with Jamie through the McKenzie camp. You and Jamie got back to your work space without Angus knowing any different. You stood at the bottom of your stairs, looking up at the now ever more towering Jamie, who was grinning down at you, “Do you think you can get back without being caught, remember what I said about Murtagh, you wanted me to be nice and make friends?”

He looked down, trying to hold back his amused expression, “Yeah, I think I’ll manage.”

“When are you going to tell me why you are avoiding being seen during the gathering, aren’t they your family,” you questioned, trying to change the subject to something less flirty.

“It’s a bit complicated, maybe one day I’ll tell you. But for now, I’m off before I get you into trouble with Murtagh. You should go up and spend some time with the clan, it might be worth learning a bit more,” he gestured up the stair. He leaned closer again, “Maybe you can butter up Murtagh, get on his sweet side.”

“What sweet side,” you countered. Jamie shook his head, trying his best to not be amused by you, “Plus, I wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea. He isn’t really my type.”

The look he gave you in that moment was something you rarely got to see in men, “What exactly is your type.”

“Not a dumb brute really, I’m not a picky woman,” you shrug walking further away from Jamie’s glances.

“That I don’t believe for a second. Try to stay out of trouble, hate you save you from Angus again,” Jamie started to make his way up the stairs.

“Jamie,” you call up to him, he turns to look at you one more time before he gets on his way to his hide away, “I never need saving.” Again, he held back a smirk, before trying back up the stairs again. You didn’t know how he did it, but you got to you again with those stupid hidden smiles and teasing. It’s like he knew exactly what to say to get a rise out of you.

Part 9

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coffee-imagines · 4 years

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Duel Lessons

Pairing: Severus x slytherin!reader (but it’s not prominent so it can be just about any house)

Warnings: heated make out

A/N: I saw somewhere that Snape started teaching at 21 and I’m not sure if this is accurate or not, so if it isn’t then I’m sorry

Summary: A new year usually meant a new defense against the dark arts teacher, and when you take the job your old crush on a certain potions professor comes out of dormant.

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You were twenty one when you started your job at Hogwarts. It came as a shock to you when Dumbledore reached out and asked if you’d take the position as the defense against the dark arts professor. It had been your dream to be a teacher for the school since your third year, and you had asked Dumbledore to consider you for a position if it ever came up on your very last day of school. Only about a few months into the year and you were already hoping for a permanent position, but you also couldn’t deny that there were setbacks to being the youngest professor at the school.

“Professor Y/L/N!” You heard someone call from behind you while you walked toward the direction of your classroom. You stopped in your tracks and turned around, smiling when you saw Fred Weasley. “I had a question about… class?” He said slowly looking as though he was trying to figure out what to say.

“Alright.” You nodded, taking a step back so your height difference wasn’t so noticeable and you didn’t have to look up at him. “What’s your question?” You asked and your eyebrows knitted together when a blush seemed to form on Fred’s face.

“Well it’s my last year here, and I remember when you used to be a student too.” He explained, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck making your head tilt in confusion. “Um, and I remember having a crush on you my first year and it got bigger in my third year, but then you finished school.” He continued only causing you to become more confused trying to find where his question started and if it had ended. “I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date after the school year is over?” He finally asked, making your stomach drop well below your feet.

“Mr. Weasley, I am your professor now, and as your professor I am not allowed to date students. We may be closer in age than you are with your other professors, but I expect you to treat me like you would them.” You explained, shifting uncomfortably in your spot. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” You mumbled awkwardly, walking back in the direction you’d intended. You sighed and shook your head, but you weren’t surprised. Fred hadn’t been the first student to ask you, and you were certain he wasn’t going to be the last.

You turned the corner and your heart began to race when you saw Snape. You almost laughed at yourself when you realized the irony of what had just happened. You remembered your time at Hogwarts and the crush you had developed on the potions master throughout those seven years. You were under the impression it had gone away once you left, but the first day you were back had made your heart flutter when you came face to face with the Head of Slytherin house, more particularly your house. All your memories of your time fawning over the man had come back in an instant, and kept haunting you every time you’d seen him. You hurried off to your class, wanting to be in the comfort of your office before you’d completely lost it.

Lunch seemed to come sooner than expected, and you found yourself in your normal seat in the great hall, right next to Snape. You’d thought of a more interactive lesson plan, but your nerves were prolonging the question you were going to ask the man sat next to you. You argued with yourself for a while, picking at the food on your plate. You thought you may have been in way over your head to even do the lesson you had planned, but you had already gotten the okay from Dumbledore and you didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

“Severus.” You whispered softly to get his attention, putting your fork down next to your plate only for your fingers to continue to toy with it. He turned his attention toward you and your breath caught in your throat when his eyes met yours. “I- I was wondering… well I was wondering if you’d like to help me with a lesson.” You stuttered out nervously before clearing your throat and sitting up a bit straighter trying to compose yourself. “I was going to teach the students how to duel and with your interest in the subject I was hoping you could join and help be an example.” You explained further, praising yourself for finally keeping your composure.

“I suppose.” Snape mumbled with a nod, making a smile form on your face. “If you help with a lesson in return.” He continued making you nod.

“Gladly.” Was all you could muster before your attention turned back to your plate. The rest of the time was spent with both of you planning the lessons as you ate. Your knowledge of potions wasn’t the best during your time at school, but you hoped over the years it had gotten better.

The following day you were beyond nervous. Not only because of the lesson itself, but because of the fact you were going to be spending more time with Snape than you usually did throughout the day. You were thinking about it all the way to the hall, trying to contain all the students’ excitement. The entire week was going to be filled with these lessons, people who weren’t in the class even asking to join the rare opportunity. That meant a whole week teaching lessons with Snape in not only your subject, but his.

“Alright everybody, split up on both sides of the table.” You motioned once you were all in the hall. Your heart was completely out of control, and you took a shaky breath to calm your nerves. You had planned everything to a T, but you knew there were going to have to be things you winged. You climbed up on the table to get everyone’s attention and started explaining the rules, hoping none of the students got out of hand.

“Now Professor Snape…” You began but stopped when you felt butterflies in your stomach. You had only addressed him by his first name since your return, but now that you were calling him Professor once again, it made you feel like you were a student yourself. “Professor Snape has been kind enough to offer his assistance in this lesson, so I expect you all to be alert and learn through the demonstrations before we begin breaking off into groups.” You announced, trying to project your voice throughout the big room. “Professor.” You nodded over to him, trying to keep yourself from blushing.

You seemed to be frozen in place when he stepped onto the table, your heart racing as he walked closer. The look he had been giving you made you feel intimidated, but at the same time you couldn’t help but let your mind wander with all the things you wanted to happen between you and the man now standing in front of you. You both pulled your wands out at the ready, and bowed before you both turned to put some distance between the two of you. The thoughts running through your head seemed to clog up and you couldn’t for the life of you remember what you had both discussed. It hadn’t been until you heard “Expelliarmus” that your brain seemed to register everything. Before you could block the spell you felt yourself fly back, landing on your back with a thud. The air had been knocked out of you and you squeezed your eyes shut as the embarrassment set in.

“Professor Y/L/N.” You heard making you open your eyes. You saw Snape’s outstretched hand and you sat up. You grabbed his hand and felt a tingling sensation within you as he helped you to your feet. “Are you alright?” He asked and you nodded shyly.

“That is a demonstration of what it is like to be hit by this particular disarming spell.” You explained to everyone, trying to come back with an excuse, but you were still overflowing with embarrassment. “Before we get into groups I’ll show you all how to block unwanted spells, and we will only be practicing disarming and blocking. There are many first years in here today and they aren’t as versed as many of the others.” You continued, wiping yourself off and continuing with the class.

The longer the class went on, you could feel a dull pain start to set into your back. With the help of Snape you watched each group and corrected any mistakes you saw. Snape caught you rubbing your lower back and it caught him by surprise that he was beginning to worry about you. After the lesson had finally been over the students went off to their next classes and you made your way to Snape’s classroom to return the favor.

The week continued on just like the first lesson, and you figured if you let Snape knock you on your back with every lesson everyone would actually believe it was a part of the plan. You were surprised at how close you were beginning to get with your old professor, every day spending just about all your time with one another. As the week progressed so did the pain in your lower back, and it had finally been the last day of the week when it seemed to get to you the most. Unlike all the other times when air got knocked out of you, a whimper left you when your back had hit the table. Snape had been keeping his eye on you during his class, and it seemed that your hand was permanently glued to your back.

“Y/N.” Snape called you once everyone had left the room making you look up from the ingredients you were putting back on the shelves. “Could you get me wormwood, bubotuber pus, dittany, and dragon liver?” He asked and you nodded trying to find each of the ingredients on the shelves. You raked your brain, trying to remember what potion the ingredients were for, and you stopped what you were doing.

“A healing potion?” You asked, turning your attention to him. “Are you hurt?” You asked, finally bringing the ingredients to the desk he’d set up a cauldron on.

“You’ve been knocked on your back quite a lot this week, and I’ve seen you grabbing your back.” He explained making you shake your head.

“Oh no, I’ll be fine, I just need to rest.” You explained, watching him walk in front of the cauldron next to you. “Really Severus.” You tried to convince him, placing your hand on his before he could touch the ingredients. “Don’t waste your ingredients on me.” You whispered, blushing and pulling your hand away when you realized you’d been touching him.

“I must admit Y/N, you’re starting to worry me.” He explained making your heart flutter. It shocked you when he confessed his worries, and a small “oh” left you.

“Well… thank you.” You smiled watching him put each ingredient into the cauldron one by one. “How long does it take?” You asked curiously, looking over his shoulder once he was done.

“Two hours.” He explained making you nod. He leaned back on the table behind him, and you stood in front of him with your arms behind your back. Your eyes wandered over his face, admiring him from up close. You couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have your fingers running through his hair, but you quickly looked away as your face began to heat up. “Are you liking teaching here?” Snape broke the silence making you look back at him.

“Yes.” You nodded with a smile. “It’s been a dream to work here.” You explained, your fingers twiddling behind your back.

“I remember.” He nodded, making you look down at your feet. You could remember all the times you’d stay after class and ask him about his job as a professor. You would never admit to anyone but yourself that those times were more excuses to talk to him outside of class rather than finding out about his job. “You were quite the… student.” He explained, seeming to try and choose his words carefully.

“You don’t have to try flattering me Severus.” You smiled softly. “I wasn’t the best in your class.” You explained “I was always distracted.” You mumbled to yourself, looking down and playing with your shoe.

“Distracted? By what?” Snape asked, making your head shoot up. You opened your mouth to say something, but your voice seemed to become extinct. It seemed like the puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place due to your reaction. “Oh... me?” He asked, making you look away and give a small nod, distracting yourself with the brewing potion next to you. You heard him shuffle in front of you but you kept your attention on the cauldron as though your life depended on it. Snape’s hand came up to grab your chin softly, making you turn your head back to him. A gasp left your mouth at the feeling of his fingers on you, your breath coming out labored when you saw how close he had gotten to you.

“Professor?” You asked softly, the old schoolgirl in you coming to light as her dream seemed to be coming true at this moment.

“You know… I started here when I was twenty one too.” He explained, his breath fanning your face, his hand slowly releasing your chin.

“I’m aware.” You whispered, your eyes watching his lips. You both leaned in at the same time, your eyes fluttering closed when his lips brushed against yours before he closed the space. A content sigh left you and you melted into him. Your arms snaked their way into his robes, gripping his shirt tightly. This moment felt like a dream, but the tighter you seemed to grip his shirt the more real everything felt. Snape’s hand came up to hold your cheek and he deepened the kiss making your knees go weak.

You gasped when he grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto the desk, stepping in between your now parted legs. When you pulled away you were both panting, your lips still tingling from his. Neither of you said anything, your chests raising and falling rapidly as you both stared at each other. Snape’s head dipped down lower than your lips, his mouth grazing against your jaw making your eyes flutter closed once again. Your breath was coming out shaky, a small moan leaving your parted lips when he left an open mouthed kiss against the base of your neck.

“Ow.” You whimpered when Snape’s hand found it’s way down your back and caused the pain to come back tenfold. He mumbled an apology and instead of moving his hand away he started to rub your back. You were going to protest thinking it would only make it worse, but a satisfied sigh left you when the pain started to ease. “Severus.” You let out a moan when his fingers started to knead the skin in your back. Your head lolled back as the massage consumed your senses, the pain in your back being replaced with pleasure from his fingers.

“Is that better?” Snape asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he watched you. Your head was thrown back, your mouth parted as nothing but pleasured noises left you. Unknowingly to you, your hands were gripping his arms tightly, your fingers digging in slightly. The harder his fingers dug into your back, the louder your noises became.

“Yes.” You breathed out, your head falling forward onto his shoulder. You turned your head to the side, nuzzling your head into his neck as your legs pulled him closer against you. Snape was almost breathing as heavy as you were, a groan leaving him when you started kissing and sucking his neck. A timer going off made both of you jump apart, your feet hitting the ground on the side of the table while Snape stood back against the table behind him.

“It’s ready.” He explained, spooning out the potion into a vile for you and he cleared his throat. He held it out to you once it was sealed and your fingers brushed against each other when you grabbed it.

“Thank you.” You whispered, turning around before making a b line toward the door.

“Y/N.” Snape’s voice stopped you in your tracks, but you didn’t dare turn around. “Would you like to come to my room tonight?” He asked, making a small smile form on your face.

“I’d love to.” You nodded, giving him a quick glance so he could see your smile before you walked out. You closed the door behind you and you leaned back against the door, breathing out a dazed sigh. You tried wrapping your head around what had just happened, and thoughts of what might happen tonight ran through your head.

“Professor Y/L/N?” The voice of one Fred Weasley pulled you from your thoughts making you straighten up and push yourself off the door.

“Fred.” You nodded, hoping the blush wasn’t evident on your face as you walked past him quickly in the direction of your office.

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Just Us (Chapter Eighteen: Silver)

←Chapter Seventeen

Early 849

“Elias, can you take this order to Mrs. Los? Do you know where that is?” The boy looked up at me from the coffee beans he was grinding and nodded, taking the bag I handed him.

“Can you also pick up some milk on the way? Try to get the one at the bottom of the icebox, yeah?”

“Sure thing, Miss. Eva. What time do you want me back?” I looked up at the clock on the wall, noting that it was almost closing time. By the time he’d be back, I would be cleaning up already.

“Actually, the milk can wait. Bring it when you come to work tomorrow morning. After you drop off the box to Mrs. Los you can go home.” His face lit up, knowing that I wouldn’t keep him to clean the floors today. With that, he took the money out of my hand and turned to wave with his left hand, just like Jonas, and walk out of the door. I rested my elbows on the front counter, looking around at the few people left in the café. I didn’t feel like cleaning, so I just finished grinding the coffee beans Elias left, waiting for the two tables to leave.

Elias had started helping me at the café every day since he turned thirteen, the legal age of work, since his father had given up a career in hopes of revitalizing society through the Order of the Walls. Now being older, Elias was getting fed up with the way his parents started treating June and him, saying it was better to starve than forcibly take food from what the Walls supplied. At one point, the boy had stayed at my house the whole week, not wanting to go back home to face the men his father brought over who tried relentlessly to convert him. June was able to shield herself from this by always staying late in the bookshop taking on restoration projects that made her work for hours on end. She would always come into the café tired, needing a cup of coffee, but saying how it was worth it since she didn’t have to go home. At some point, Jonas, Ben, and I had talked about what we might do to help them. They could only stay over at our houses for so long until their parents would get too strict. This meeting we had was prompted by their father wanting to marry off June to someone’s son next summer. If he married her, especially to someone in the strict Order, she would have to quit her job and would not be able to take over the bookstore for herself. She cried to me that night too, Levi sitting in the corner watching her, only to let her sleep with me while he took the couch. When I told Levi about their situation, he could only get angry for their plight but could give no solution. No one knew what the solution was. All I could do was try my best and shield them from home life. However, I did plan to argue for June if her father pushed marriage next summer.

Speaking of Levi, he was supposed to come over tonight and stay. They had just returned from a rather interesting expedition, and he sent a letter saying that Hange was keeping him locked down for her experiments before he could come. The day after tomorrow, he had to return to, again, plan the next expedition around Hange’s "master plan". The only detail I was allowed to know was the fact that it had to do with capturing a titan. I would have to ask him about that crazy want and how they were going to get a titan through Trost and back to HQ. Hopefully, he brought some of Erwin’s orders too. While most of the Scouts didn’t know about my existence, to keep business going, they ordered from me regularly. Whether it be basic supplies or bread, it came through me first, and then it went to Reeve’s if I couldn’t fulfill. Erwin and Levi were also trying to convince me that with the worsening of the famine, I should just come and work as a cook or stock worker for the Scouts, but I refused. If I left, Elias wouldn’t have money to support his family.

“Have a goodnight, now, Eva!” I waved to the customer who finally left, leaving their stray newspaper on the table, and decided that even if there were ten minutes left before official close, I would start now. As I turned around to get a broom, the knob of the locked door turned and then turned again before opening. Only two people had a key. With a smile on my face and one hand on my hip, I turned to face him.

“This could be breaking and entering. I’m clo…” Turning to the door, hoping to see Levi, I saw four people standing outside the door looking in. They were all wearing Scout uniforms, and I thought at first Erwin could have sent them to pick up the order, but my raven-headed boy pushed through them, grabbing the key from the older-looking man’s hands. The others seemed like they were lost, not knowing what they were doing here in the first place. Their eyes were heavy too like they had no idea why I was here either. Why had their captain taken them here? I also had the same question.

“I brought them here at this time on purpose. Do you have enough tea?” Levi seemed to be the only one calm as he stepped into the café, walking to a round table in the center that would hold all of us. So he had brought them here… but who were they? It’s not like I knew any Scouts by name, and none of them seemed to be officers. We just stared at each other and Levi clicked his tongue, leaning back in a chair in his usual fashion.

“U-uh, um, come in. Please.” I put the broom down, gesturing with both hands to have them sit down, and they all waited to see if Levi was going to protest before they stepped in. With the amount of Scouts gathering after hours, I made sure to lock the door and pull all the front shades down so no one from Mitras could think wrong of the situation. Well, I didn’t know what this situation even was, so they could be entirely accurate. Either way, seeing the normal, annoyed look on Levi’s face as he told the four to calm down made me a bit more at ease, walking to the counter to make six cups of tea.

“Eva?” I looked up at Levi’s call and he had a finger pointing at the red-haired woman next to him, “Petra said she would prefer water, but she was too afraid to ask you herself.” The woman’s face flushed bright red to match her hair, and she held both of her hands up.

“I-I… I’m not afraid! No! I just didn’t… didn’t want to bother you!” I gave her a soft smile and nodded before turning to get her some ice. They still were silent and I could feel Levi’s annoyance grow when looking over all of them. They had their hands in their laps or eyes looking anywhere but Levi and I. Petra. Petra. Where had I heard that name before? Levi and Hange both mentioned her. What were the other’s names? Maybe if I knew theirs’ it would spark a memory.

“Does anyone want honey?” I asked, hoping you could get information out of them that way, but they were still all too nervous to answer. None of them could look me in my eyes either and I realized that Levi had probably told them some scary rules before coming here. I sighed.

“I’ll just bring the whole bottle, yes?” I poured the correct amount of honey into Levi’s cup and put them on two trays, walking over. Levi had an empty chair next to him, one hand already resting over the top, and he pointed down indicating that’s where I was going to sit. When I passed out the cups of tea, they mumbled thank you under their breaths, still not looking up at me. It was almost comical now how afraid they seemed to be of Levi’s wrath if they did something wrong. I was now entirely too curious to see what he'd said and I was going to tease him for it to at least lighten up the mood.

“Geez, Levi. Did you tell them I bite or something? Don’t worry, I’m not as scary as he is.” This didn’t help to lighten the mood at all, and they looked even more nervous now that I’d just insulted their Capitan right in front of his face. I’d have to remind Levi once again to stop being so mean to the cadets. Every time I would come to HQ, I would watch him outside Erwin or Hange’s window and frown at the punishments he so easily dished out. One time, I even caught his eye and shook my head, causing him to glare and make a cadet get up from doing the hundred push-ups he’s punished them with.

Levi cleared his throat before sitting forward to address them.

“This is my Special Operations Squad,” He went around the table, “Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, and Gunther Schultz.” They all bowed in their chairs, none of them daring to touch their cup of tea before Levi did. Were they being cautious of him or cautious of the drink I’d given them? Also, did they know who I was? My memory had sparked, remembering Levi talked about Eld, making him a second in command for this new squad. They’d formed a few months previous if what Hange told me was correct. Levi had told me the final lineup so I could confirm that he made the correct choices, even though I knew nothing about titan killing. He’d do that a lot more, asking me my opinion on a Scout matter, just so I could confirm his thinking was correct. One time I disagreed with him and he pouted all day.

“I’ve heard of all you. The amount of titans you’ve all killed is very impressive.” Again, a chorus of nervous thank-yous came and Levi glared at their apprehensiveness.

“This is my wife, Evlynn. She owns this café.” I had to swallow hard at whatever emotion came up in my throat as he introduced me as his wife. There had to be some form of reasoning for this, but it made my heart jump again. It had been almost two years since he’d made the promise to marry me someday, and he had yet to act on it. A girl couldn’t be that patient. I could see their eyes almost bug out of their heads as he introduced me as his wife too. So, they didn’t know who I was. Their faces all showed an intense form of disbelief at his words. They could tell just by us sitting next to each other the difference in personality. I was upright and smiling at all of them, making fun of their Captain, and Levi was glaring down at them, his voice being nonchalant about this situation. He almost sounded bored and annoyed he had to introduce me in the first place.

“Y-You’re married?” The older man let out, making Levi roll his eyes.

“Not yet. Soon. Why are you all so surprised? Wipe those looks off your faces.” This made me snicker, putting a hand over my mouth as not to ruin the “Captain” hold he had over them. Suddenly, this meeting was going to turn into a fun one on my accord.

“Don’t be so mean to them, Lev!" You hit him in the shoulder, "They’re going to let you die on the field if you act like this. Please, introduce yourselves to me! One by one!” Again, they seemed disturbed by Levi and I’s juxtaposition, and even Levi turned his head, trying not to glare at me. It was obvious to him what I was doing.

“Eld Jinn. Second-in-command. Wall Rose. Ma’am.” The others gave Eld a weary look at his short introduction, finally looking into my eyes, but when Levi didn’t say anything, they continued.

“I’m Gunther Schultz, Ma’am. My birthday is July 30th and I am from a small village inside Wall Rose.” This felt weird to me now. They were talking to me with the same prestige as they give Levi, which makes sense, but it was uncomfortable to me. I was probably the same age as all of them and I’m not in the Survey Corps.

“You can all just call me Eva. I’m not a soldier, I’m a café owner.” Again, all of their gazes went to Levi to see if he would give them this permission. I frowned and glared at Levi. If he wasn’t such a harsh leader, then they wouldn’t be scared of me. I should be happy he’s letting more people know about me, but now it was just making me more annoyed at his treatment of people.

“In this café, I rank above Captain here. Call me Eva. Oluo,” I pointed to him and he looked at me now, giving the same look Levi’s face would express, “Introduce yourself.” I felt Levi shift next to me, but it was just to reach over and drink his tea.

“Uh… I’m Oluo Bozado. Like Captain Levi said.” I frowned again, crossing my arms. All their introductions were the same.

“Any fun fact? How many titans have you killed?” I could see a smirk flit across his face. Ah, now I’ve hit the jackpot.

“I’ve killed almost thirty titans on my own. Six within my team here.” I turned to Levi, and he side-eyed me.

“Is that a lot?” I whispered, putting my hand to block my mouth, knowing for a fact that everyone could hear me. Levi smirked into his tea, hiding it with the cup, before going back to his normal face. He shrugged.

“I have at least double.” The other three had to hide their laughs as Oluo’s jaw clenched. He so badly wanted to yell at Levi, but he knew that if he did, he’d be punished somehow when they got back to HQ. I may rank higher than Levi here, but as soon as they walk out the door, they’re at his mercy. I just raised my thumb at him.

“Well, work hard.” I knew my smile cut into his ego, and he sat back in his chair, moping. I turned to Petra, remembering her last name as some family who lived in Trost. I pointed at her and she almost jumped out of her chair.

“You’re from Trost.” She quickly stood up and bowed, the chair almost sliding back to hit the table behind us.

“Hello, Eva! Ma’am! I’m Petra Ral! My family is from Trost District! I’m a team player and am devoted to our Captain!” It was the others' turn to laugh at her, but this time they didn’t hide their snickers. She sat down slowly and Levi and I exchanged a glance. His glance basically said ‘She’s usually not like this'. I smiled again and just nodded.

“I’m glad you’re devoted to such a meanie.” Levi gripped my thigh, which he placed his hand on under the table to try and control my language, but it didn’t work.

“I can introduce myself then. I’m Evlynn Flynn, but you can call me Eva. I was adopted from the Underground when I was twelve, but I didn’t know Levi back then. My caretaker owned this café before he died, and then he transferred it to me. Levi and I met almost… Oh, has it been almost 5 years already? We met right after he got promoted to Captain.” I saw the way they squirmed under Levi’s gaze. They had questions they wanted to ask, but they couldn’t while he was there. I’d have to fix that.

“Lev, can you go upstairs and get me a jacket? I’m getting cold.” He raised an eyebrow.

“It’s the middle of sp-” I kicked him under the table and his glare increased, but he knew what I wanted him to do. With a groan and a big motion of his chair, he exited through the storage room door. As soon as the wood door stopped moving forward, Oluo jumped forward in his chair.

“How did you marry him?” It was a harsh whisper, but the difference in personality made me laugh.

“We aren’t married yet. I still have a few months to decide if I hate him or not.” That didn’t make him laugh and he still gave me a confused look. Confused that I was with Levi in the first place.

“Is he as mean with you as he is with us?” Petra cut him off.

“Captain Levi isn’t mean! He just expects a lot from us, Oluo.” He rolled his eyes at her.

“You assisted us in three kills this last expedition and he goes,” Oluo dropped his eyebrow and squinted his eyes imitating Levi, “Petra. You should have gotten your own kills.” I had to give it to him, the impression was spot on and when I laughed, they all looked at me in silence. Perhaps the rest of them thought Oluo should’ve been more careful speaking in front of me, but my laugh scared them.

“No, no. That sounds like him. I can just talk back to him where you all can’t.”

“I can’t imagine anyone talking back to Captain Levi,” Gunther said and Eld nodded in agreement, taking a sip. He didn’t talk much. That’s probably why Levi chose him for second-in-command.

“There are so many things I could tell you, but I’m sure Levi wouldn’t appreciate it,” I leaned in to whisper to them and all four of them followed, “like how he likes his back rubbed before he goes to bed.” Just then, the stockroom door slammed open, hitting the wall next to it, and there Levi was with a sweater in hand. By how tight he was gripping it, I knew he’d been standing by the door listening for a few minutes, probably hearing everything Oluo said. Oluo had to know it too by Levi’s very specifically placed glare.

“Thank you, Lev.” I could feel his annoyance at that too, me calling his nickname in front of his subordinates. This was a fun little game I knew I was going to get punished for later, but it was worth it. Levi cleared his throat to get everyones’ attention.

“I brought you all here today because there should be no secrets between our group if we are to maximize teamwork. Moreover, like I would try to protect your family members, which I’ve met, you are expected to also protect mine. No one is to know of Eva outside of you four and various other Scouts. If I find out a rumor has leaked, I won’t hesitate to come to you four.” He, again, glared right at Oluo. I guess he's the troublemaker of the group.

“If you need a place to hide, you all can come here. I’ll lock him out.” Another harsh squeeze to my thigh. Another kick to the leg.

“Alright, you four may leave. Report to Hange Squad tomorrow for training.” They all stood up in an instant when Levi’s Captain voice turned on and affirmed him with a quick yes, Captain Levi! Before gathering to exit. While Levi stayed seated, I stood up and ushered them out, only to notice Petra and Oluo staring at the pastries leftover in the glass case. They probably thought they would be getting some and staying longer than this ten-minute conversation we had. Levi just wanted to get them out before I could say anything too embarrassing.

“Would you like something to take with?” Petra was the first to wave her hands.

“No, no. It’s fine, I was-”

“Peach or apple? It might be the last fresh fruit I get.” One last time, she looked to Levi, who had his back turned to them drinking his tea, and then she nodded slowly.

“Peach.” When I got back over to her, the three remaining pastries in the box, she was fumbling with some money notes and I shoved the box in her hands.

“You don’t have to pay. It’s for visiting.” Her eyes widened again.

“I can’t take this! I have to-” I pushed the box harder into her hands, asserting that I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Pay me back by keeping Levi safe.” She stood there and stared at me for a few seconds, her eyes twinkling, before bowing sharply. It made me jump with the force she put into it, bending a full ninety degrees.

“Yes, Ma’am!” Behind me, Levi showed the signs of wanting to laugh. His shoulders tensed up and I heard one distinct cough. The others behind her were halfway there too. I just smiled and grabbed her to stand up, waving them off as they got on their horses. Once I got back inside, Levi had let his laugh go.

“You’re so mean to them. Did you see how tense they were?” He took another sip and I sat back down, turning my chair so I could face him.

“I’m not mean, I’m assertive. If I’m their Captain, I have to be strict with them.” I rolled my eyes at him and he mimicked me.

“How old is Petra? They all seem young except Oluo.” Levi looked up at the ceiling to try and think about their ages and then shrugged.

“I think Petra is twenty. She came to the Scouts the most recent out of all of them. The rest of them, I think, came a year after I did. I don’t pay attention.”

“They’re your team and you know nothing about them?” He scoffed and put the empty teacup down. I replaced it with my own, knowing I wasn’t going to finish. He promptly picked it back up and took a sip.

“I know their combat and field abilities inside and out. I don’t need to know their birthdays.” I narrowed my eyes at him and smirked, poking his stomach. He swatted at my hand.

“I bet you know all of their birthdays, you just don’t want to seem soft.” I tried to poke him again but this time he grabbed my hand so I couldn’t.

“You’re one to talk. You didn’t know my birthday until last year. Five years you said?” I gasped, putting a hand over my heart.

“That’s because you refused to tell me! You didn’t give me a gift until this year!” He huffed and grabbed my hand to pull me up onto his lap. This was a sign that he wanted to talk about something semi-serious.

“What if I marry you for your birthday gift next year?” My eyes narrowed in doubt.

“Is this one of the things you say you’re going to do and then end up not doing?” He almost choked on his tea.

“When have I done that? Do you want to get married or not?!” I put my hand on my chin like I was thinking deeply about this. It made me think of the other’s reactions when they found out that we were in fact planning to marry. Well, he did introduce me as his wife.

“You have to propose to me correctly.” He lifted his head and groaned before pushing me off of him and starting to get on the floor.

“We’ve had this conversation. Here I-” I held my hand up, looking at him down on one knee like I told him it worked. Frankly, it was a dreamy sight, him in his uniform on bended knee in front of me. However, one thing was missing. Maybe two.

“Ring?” I held out my palm and he left out one big breath before standing back up.

“You know, I’ve actually looked into it. Why the fuck do you look surprised? Yes. I did, I looked into buying a ring, and guess what? There’s no ring maker in Trost. Not one. That means I have to go all the way to the capital for your request.” I puffed up my cheeks at him, trying to imitate his pout.

“And is that going to take Humanity’s Strongest another year?” He gained composure and grabbed the teacup again, brushing off his pant legs.

“If you act like this, it’ll take two.”

“I want to get married before I’m thirty.”

“I’ll do you one better and get married to you on the day you turn thirty.” I glared at him and stood up to collect the teacups on the table that were barely half drunk. I was going to have to fight this man tooth and nail even though he was the one who said yes.

“You’re turning thirty-two this year, old man. You’re the one who has to rush.” His eyebrow lifted as he got up too to join me by the sink and watch me clean his comrade's dishes. Like he usually does, he just leans on me and puts his arms on either side, hands resting on the edge of the sink. Hands that could help me clean these extra dishes too.

“If I recall, you’re the one who told me to live in the moment. Why rush?” I pointed at the pile of dishes in the rack.

“You can live in the moment by helping me clean those. Or would you rather mop the floor?” He pushed himself off the sink, rolling his sleeves up to get ready to rinse off the plates and bowls leftover from customers. We just stood there like that, going through our method of rinse to dry, and letting the sun fade behind us. I stole some glances at him, but he was too busy focusing on cleaning the plates that he didn’t notice. I sighed in content and wished he could have stayed another day before he was swept up into meetings.

“Can I come with you tomorrow to the HQ? We can use Erwin’s orders as an excuse and take my cart?” He just hummed and nodded, finished with the last plate, handing it to me, and turning to lean on the sink like always. It was odd to see the sunshine in Levi’s eyes, reflecting in the silver like a mirror. I didn’t have to turn around to see the sunset, I could just look into his eyes. Moments like this, regardless if it was an hour after he was rude to his team, reminded me just how much warmth he had inside of him. Even now, he was humming, waiting for me to finish. If only I could show Oluo this Levi, then he would understand why’d I want to marry a man like him.

“Stop staring at me.” I smiled up at him.

“No.” He clicked his tongue, turning his head to hide the blush I knew was coming to his cheeks. I turned back to finish the last few dishes in the comfortable silence that was created, and Levi just stood there looking out at the only open window again.

“Did you really have to tell them that you rub my back?” I put the last plate back in the cabinet, laughing.

“What? Humanity’s Strongest doesn’t deserve back rubs?” Turning to face him, I put my hands around his neck and his hands instinctively rested loosely around my waist. He brought one hand up to push a piece of hair that fell out of my bun, back.

“He does, but not everyone deserves to know that I get them. Like you. Not everyone deserves to get to know you.”

“Oh, and you do?” We started rocking back and forth to some music playing in both of ours heads. Maybe to the song that he always hummed. Swaying left and right.

“It’s reparations for the amount of mental trauma you bestow upon me by trying to out me to my comrades.” I paused in the middle, scoffing and letting go of him. He laughed once as I turned away from him, taking off my apron.

“This was supposed to be a cute moment and you ruined it. You mop the floor.”

The next day, early in the morning, we traveled back to the HQ, some of Erwin’s orders in hand. It was nice watching the sunrise, both Levi and I in the front bench of the cart, but over that time, I fell asleep again, resting on his shoulder. Only when he moved me off of him, making me wake up, did I know we were near HQ. That way, if anyone was awake, an hour before training, they wouldn’t suspect much but a supply run. Levi would hop off, I would wave him out, and then turn to the Quartermaster stockroom. This was the only person, besides the officers, who I would react with regularly. The only thing was, unlike the officers, the man didn’t know of Levi and me. Today, he wasn’t there either, so I left a note and put the supplies up. Next, was giving Erwin the pastries.

Being trusted to walk through the Scout HQ alone was something I earned only a few months ago, by Levi’s standard. Still, the only places I walked to were his office, Erwin’s office, or Hange’s office. I would encounter some cadets, and they would bow, believing Erwin’s lie. It actually wasn’t a lie, I was making them bread and pastries, but they all thought I was related to Erwin. He said it was a way for cadets to understand why I would be in the officer’s quarters when other chefs or outside suppliers weren’t allowed. This means I had to be seen talking to Erwin every time I visited, which was starting to be a lot. I didn't mind though, it was nice to talk to him, and you two were creating a friendship slowly.

“You know, if only I actually looked like you then some cadets wouldn’t question this sibling lie.” I sipped the tea he gave me, making sure if the cadets looked up to Erwin’s window, they would see us standing.

“Your hair color is the same as my father's and no one knows that my mother also had blue eyes. If they ask you, just say you look like my mother.” I turned, leaning on the glass and looking up at him.

“And when they find out?” He put his coffee down, looking out the window again at the new cadets having sparring practice that Levi watched over.

“Well, if they find out about your relationship first, it will help us because the new cadets think the officers have a sort of harem. If they find out we aren’t siblings, which will be a bit hard with their limited resources, it is an easy cover-up.” I laughed, covering it with my hand, and glanced over at Levi who was conveniently looking up at us. He couldn’t act out anything or even look at us too long, but I could read his look. He was hungry and annoyed at the number of kids they didn’t receive after the 103rd Cadets were disbanded.

“A harem? Who’s involved?” He set his coffee down and decided it was time to get back to paperwork, leaving me alone at the window.

“Most of the time it’s a combination of myself, Captain Levi, maybe Squad Leader Hange, and some other officer.” I laughed out loud this time, still leaving my gaze on the field below.

“I better watch out or you might steal him from me, Erwin.” He chuckled too, shaking his head. I went away from the window, choosing to sit in a chair across from him. I was told to stay in here until Hange came and got me so nothing else would be suspicious.

“I don’t think anyone is stealing Captain Levi from you, Eva. If you can get him to marry you willingly, I don’t think he’ll ever leave you.” I rolled my eyes and looked down at the papers he was working at. Hm. Why does the Commander seemingly have fewer papers than a Captain?

“Well, we aren’t married yet. You have probably a few years to take him away if you wanted. I recommend not doing that, however. His paperwork already takes him away from me.” I glared at the stack of papers and he knew then what I was talking about, yet he decided not to comment. Instead, he steered the conversation over that bump effortlessly.

“I shouldn’t tell you this, but Captain Levi has asked me a few times about marriage… as if I would know anything about it, but I’ve given advice. I believe him to be apprehensive because he’s never been around someone married. Only a few officers in the Scouts are.” I put down my empty cup, pulling my legs up in the chair.

“Oh, I know. He goes to Hange about “women” things too, but she’s not afraid to tell me all about it. I’m sure she’ll tell me more today. I’m glad you’re helping him though.”

“I’d rather Levi leave certain things out when he talks to me, but I’m happy to help, Eva. Did you two ever figure out the bondage situ-?” My face went completely red.

“- I’m going to kill him.” Erwin smiled.

“Please don’t. We need Captain Levi alive.” I glared at his playfulness. Over the past year or so, getting closer to Erwin, I see exactly what Levi means when he talks about him. A hidden devil.

“Eva!” The door slammed open announcing Hange’s arrival after her squad had complete training. Moblit was trailing behind her too, “You will not believe what I have to tell you today!”

“I will see you sometime later, Eva.” I stood up, giving a playful glare at Erwin, before walking out with Hange’s arm wrapped in mine.

“Hi Moblit,” I said to the boy and he just nodded, walking behind us. I guess he wasn’t that much younger, me being older than Hange as well.

“So, I heard you met Levi Squad. How was it? How was it?”

“I barely got to talk to them. It was a five-minute conversation and then he kicked them out.” She turned around, looking at Moblit before we headed into her office.

“You’re excused, Moblit!” I turned to wave to him, but she shoved me into her office. She turned around, slamming her back on the door, a wicked smile on her face. I would’ve been scared if I didn’t know this was regular Hange behavior. Whenever Levi let her in on a single thing about us, she would corner me to make me elaborate on a single word or sentence of his. Personally, I thought Hange was trying to live vicariously through us, even when Moblit was at her beck and call, but it didn’t bother me much. Levi said he talked to her about it once, but she was the only one who could get away with not listening to him.

“I have been asked for advice, but I think you better just tell me so it turns out well in the end.” I raised an eyebrow and hopped up to sit on her table. This time, there was a new notebook and a lot more drawings of titans. This notebook looked worn and had a brown cover, unlike Hange’s usual green leather ones. I had the urge to open it while she was debating inside her head how to start this conversation.

“Is this one thing I can’t tell Levi you’ve talked to me about?” She snapped her finger, pointing at me and nodding once.

“Exactly!” She walked closer and leaned in like she was telling a secret in a room full of people, “He asked me what type of rings girls like!” I laughed out loud, shocking Hange when I had to hold my stomach too. Levi was still afraid to ask me these things and I wondered who he was going to for advice because it was pretty sound. Any gift he’d get me, minus the rose balm, was something that I liked and I knew he didn’t have any idea what was likable about it. Dresses and hair clips were not Captain Levi’s specialty.

“Specifically you and no one else? Will I have three or four people asking me this same question?” She joined me on the table, moving to grab a pencil and a pad of paper.

“Erwin and I this morning at our brief. The one where nothing gets done. He didn’t talk the whole time and when he did he asked that of all things. Must’ve been on his mind.” She nudged me, handing me the pencil to draw. Honestly, I’d never put thought to it, even when I’d look at Analee’s in awe as a little girl. Her's was too thick. Too gold. Too complicated. I needed to use my hands a lot at the bakery too, so it had to be something I could take on and off. And something I wouldn’t feel bad getting dirty.

“I don’t have to draw it. Just a simple silver circle.” She looked at me, blinking twice, before grabbing the pencil from me.

“Well that isn’t what I thought you would say. What about something like this?” She lifted the pad, showing me something she’d draw up with three stones. No.

“I don’t want stones.” Her mouth fell open.

“You have a man who probably hordes money stacks taller than him and you don’t want him to buy you something expensive? What about just one stone?” She quickly erased the two on the side and I shook my head. Levi did, seemingly, have lots of money to spend since he just put away his Military notes and didn’t spend it, but I didn’t care about that.

“Receiving something expensive just because it’s expensive isn’t genuine. I just want something simple, Han. A silver ring. Maybe a bit thinner than normal.”

“Eva,” she put the pad down on the table, turning to grab my hands, “He’s not going to believe me if I tell him that.”

“But that’s what I want, Hange. Tell him that I want him to have one too.” She groaned and let go of my hands, jumping off of the table to go to her desk.

“He’s going to be annoyed with me again! He thinks you want some big, complicated affair and even I told him that you don’t expect that of him.” I turned to her, glancing again at the worn notebook. Maybe I’d ask her to look at it.

“He said I wanted something big? Does he know that between the two of us there are exactly five family members and a handful of Scouts? Besides, I know he won’t agree to a wedding.” She held her hand up, shaking both it and her head.

“I’m not too sure about that one. It seems he’s willing to do anything you want on this topic. He’s just mentally preparing himself.” I snorted, thinking about how long he’s made me wait since he first proposed the idea.

“He has to ask me first before I can think about a wedding or a get-together. I also have to tell those same five family members that this is even happening. Dragging Jonas or even Ben to a wedding is hard to begin with, but a wedding they probably oppose? Not going to happen. I just told him we can go to the city center and have it done there. I’m content with that.” In a huff, she plopped down in her office chair, shaking her head and not understanding why someone would make this such a simple process. While Hange said she’d never get married, she always thought about the partying aspect of it. She also said that if she had the chance, she’d like to try to drink Levi under the table and a wedding was the perfect place for that. I was probably ruining her dreams as we speak.

“So silver, thin ring. Easy to find, not easy to convince him that’s what you want.” I frowned and my hands went out to my sides.

“I don’t understand why it’s so hard? It’s not like I’m spending money left and right!” The look in her eyes flattened, and she followed with a deadpan.

“You spent almost five hundred notes on a new coffee machine because it was in a peach color.” I hopped of the table in my defense, but the door opened before I was able to.

“What are you two yelling about in here?” I stood up straight, turning to the man of the hour, and just shook my head.

“Just bad things about you.” He rolled his eyes at my smile, a faint one on his lips, before grabbing my hand and turning back to the door.

“Bye, Hange!” I waved, and Levi just grunted.

“Do you even have conversations with her or does she just talk at you?” It was my turn to roll my eyes as I closed the door of his office behind me, following him to his desk. When he sat down, ready to start some paperwork, I sat the other way on his lap, chest to chest. This was our ritual, having found it out late one night when Levi’s heart couldn’t be calmed down from his nightmare. When he was stressed, this would calm him down easily, having my hands work out knots in his back and him able to bury his face in my hair to ground him. It was also just comfortable. Therefore, every time he would do paperwork, an always stressful situation, he would have me sit like that. Now, it was just muscle memory.

“Conversations. You just don’t talk to anyone.” I lifted my hands to between his shoulder blades where he would always get knots. He sighed into my hair, scribbling something down on the paper in front of him.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but I just signed off on an expedition that falls a few days before your birthday.” I pulled back, looking him in the eyes and hoping my pout would turn around a military decision. Obviously it didn’t work, but he raised one hand to pat my head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still marry you when we get back. I’m a man of my word.”

“Mhm, sure.” He scoffed and pushed my head back to where it was playfully. I complied, but this time I punished him but not massaging his back.

“Your little kids graduate that day. Didn’t you say they’d come visit you or something?” I subconsciously traced his back, pulling myself closer to feel his heat.

“The last letter I received from them was last year. In it he said they graduated at Trost, so once they are free, they can come to the cafe and wait for you all to get back from your expedition before joining the Scouts officially. I’ve heard they all three are doing pretty good though. Survived that winter hike you were talking about.” He just nodded, now paying more attention to his paperwork.

“You said there were two boys and a girl? Sure they’re joining the Scouts if they’re doing well? Top ten usually go to MPs.”

I shook my head, “No, Eren was quite serious about the Scouts. I don’t know the other two though. You’re assured one.” He huffed once in laughter.

“Great.”

“His resolve seems solid too.”

“Mhm.” I shifted my eyes to see how concentrated he was on his paperwork. When he had the tip of his tongue out, that’s when you knew he wasn’t going to pay attention to anything else.

“Who knows if he’s a good fighter though?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe they’ll all go to the Garrison if they can’t fight.”

“Yes.”

“When are you going to the capital to get me a ring?”

“Tomorrow.” I pulled away from him, trying to find his eyes, but he lowered his head, noting the mistake he just made.

“Tomorrow?” I poked at him, my smile going from ear to ear. I could even see a little blush that painted his cheeks.

“If you keep bothering me, it will be never.”

Trost was bustling that day, and rightfully so. I was three days away from finally being married, the two, slim silver bands hanging off a small chain around my neck, and the new cadets had gathered on top of the walls. There were even more people in the café than there had been these last few months. It was, honestly, a perfect day, and I hoped that this atmosphere would last for a while. The famine had brought down morale and business, so much so, that it was getting to the point where the café would only be open three times a week, and even then I would sit there in an empty space for hours with Elias doing his school work. Today, however, June and Elias were talking to their friends who had shown up to buy a slice of pie with their pocket change. It was fun to see kids be kids again, and I hoped that I could introduce June and Elias to the other three, seeing they were all close in age. June and Armin, they would like each other seeing they were both bookworms. Eren and Elias, well, they could gush more about the Scouts together, even when Eren is almost considered a Scouts. The possibilities were making me happy, the prospect of the next three days was making me happy, and I had gotten word that the Scouts would be back in the early morning unlike before. The day of my birthday. It really was an unusual day in Trost.

It was warm too. Looking back on it now, I remember it being unusually warm for spring. So warm that I had to go and open the front windows of the café, leaning over the table that June and Elias sat at. I took a moment to marvel at the walls too, noticing the increase in people, and trying, even if it was too far anyways, to spot one of the three. Even if you were closer to the outer wall than the inner, they looked like ants all the way on the top. I closed my eyes, feeling the small amount of breeze run through my hair. It was a moment of peace.

And one I took for granted.

There was a sound, larger than thunder, and it flashed. When I opened my eyes, coupled with the screams, there it stood. I didn’t even have time for fear to well in my eyes when a blast of air sent me flying into the edge of the window. I let out a gasp as my back slammed into the edge, knocking the wind out of me. It shattered the screens I had just opened too. There were screams all over the place and I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want it to be true. No. No. No. Why now? Why when all the Scouts were gone? It had been so long since I’d thought about the possibility of this happening, and now, when I opened my eyes again, shaking in fear, the Colossal Titan looked back. Like everyone else around me, I let out a piercing scream.

xx Ah yes, we’re finally here. Attack on Titan. No more sweet and cute moments :) maybe some,,,,,,

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eric sohn x reader

description. Being away from your family for Christmas, you decided to stay at a guest house for a week. Though the time you spent there wasn’t quite what you expected when another person apparently booked the same place as well.

genre. FLUFF, angst, strangers to lovers au

word count. 5.3k~

warnings. nonee

a/n. i wanted to try writing for the boyz so here’s my first one! i’ll try to be as accurate as possible with the personality but please excuse me if its not because im new to their fandom but i’d love to write about other groups than nct sooo

You aimlessly scrolled through the options available to you on the app. The different houses flying in a blur while you scrolled your thumb up and scanned your eyes over the description of each listing.

You would love to spend Christmas with your family but they knew it would be a hassle for you to fly to them and only staying there for a month before flying back. Instead, they urged you to have fun on your own for the holidays, not being cooped up in your apartment.

After browsing for at least thirty minutes, you finally found a house that suited your liking. The house faced a beautiful beach scenery. It was large and spacious. The facilities around it provided you with lots of fun things that’ll occupy your week’s stay there.

After looking over the listing once more to ensure that it’s the confirmed option you wanted, you wasted no time to type in your credit card information and waited for the confirmation email to appear in your inbox.

You were definitely going to have fun here.

The moment you stepped in, you were greeted with places like food courts, cafes, an arcade, and lots more. As a person who liked spending time alone, you appreciated how the facilities would keep you busy and not being bored during your stay.

You made your way over to your assigned house. Just when you were footsteps away from it, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a guy lounging on the couch through the large wall sized window that gave a clear view of the living room. Your eyes flicker to the top right of the window where it showed your house number, looking down at your phone to do a double check.

It was your house without a doubt.

Confused as to what was going on in front of your eyes, you decided to head over to the reception to try and ask for assistance. Unfortunately, it wasn’t too helpful.

“Sorry I can’t do anything about it. Fix it yourself.” The young teenage boy said, chewing a gum in his mouth and fully concentrated with whatever he was playing on his phone.

You heaved a quiet sigh. “Can I at least talk to your manager or something? It’s probably a mix up and-”

You stopped when his eyes flickered up, glaring at you intensively. “I already said no. Have a nice day.” He stated, clearly unbothered on doing his job and exiting out of your sight through the staff’s room.

“I swear to fucking God...” You mumbled under your breath. Your eyes went back to your house where you still saw the guy sitting on the couch and minding his own business.

Your feet stood rooted to the ground with your eyes wondering around the place as you tried to figure out a solution. You took in a deep breath. Although this wasn’t what you wanted to do, you had to do it.

You went in front of the glass, his eyes were still on his iPad. You gulped and knocked on the glass. His eyes immediately shot up to the glass door and looked at you.

Awkwardly, you kept eye contact with him. You could have sworn you were in some kind of staring contest for a whole minute. Not getting a response, you reached your hand up to knock once again.

Another moment of silence passed until he stood up and walked to the window, sliding the glass door open.

“Is there something I can help you with?” He raised a brow in question as his hand was still gripped onto the glass.

“Um sorry to bother but this house is actually the one that I booked?” You said, pointing to the number plate without extending your hand out too much. You watched as his forehead creases and a line appearance between his brows.

He glanced down on the floor before flickering his eyes back to you. “But I was the one that booked this house though.”

You bit the inside of your cheek before opening your phone and showing him your confirmation email. He blinked at you. “Wait what the...” He mumbled.

He scratched his head, signalling that he wasn’t sure of what to do as well. He clicked his tongue before saying, “Do you mind if I try to do something about this?” He lifted his phone up. You could only assume that he wanted to call someone to fix this.

“Sure.” You replied with a slight nod.

You decided to sit down on the bench in front of the house and watched making a phone call. You rested your chin on the palm of your hand, waiting for a long while. You were even shocked at the fact that he suddenly started laughing and joking with whoever was on the other side of the line.

Tired of waiting, you stood up and slide the glass door open forcefully, making him turn his head to you at the loud bang the door made.

“Okay I have no idea what you are doing but I’m tired of waiting for your so called discussion. If you want the house, have it. I’ll spend my Christmas somewhere else.” You snarled.

He wasn’t fazed by your sudden explosion of anger, keeping his eyes on you as a wide smirk was made. He whispered something on his phone before ending the call and shoving his phone in his back pocket.

The two of you remained intense eye contact as he slowly walked up to you with folded arms.

“I was about to let you in and share the house with me since I’m alone but apparently your anger seems to be saying that we won’t get along well. I now have a bad impression of you.” He taunted.

Your face immediately went blank as you blinked at him. “Um wait. I’m sorry for that. I need a place to stay for the week so please.” Your tone hinting a sense of begging.

You were certainly unsure of this decision he offered but then again, you thought about your Christmas, and how you wanted to spend it. This was better than nothing.

Without hearing an answer, you whispered a, “Please.” once again.

He sighed lazily and let out a ‘tsk’. “Fine. Come in.”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, proceeding to drag your suitcase in. You noticed that he sat down at the same place on the couch when you first saw him. You decided to seat down as well, leaving a large gap in between the two of you.

“I’m Na Hyunjin.” You introduced yourself, observing the guy head down. You had to admit, he did caught you at first glance. HIs features that intrigued you became more defined and sharp as you looked at him up close. He had a lean and good looking body as well. He wore a white oversized shirt with grey sweatpants that eventuated his body in an appealing way.

“Eric.” He simply replied back. You puckered your lips as the two of you sat there in silence, awkwardly looking at everything else but each other. You were the first to speak up. “How long are you staying here for?” You asked, allowing yourself to get comfortable on the couch.

“A week.” A smiled unexpectedly appeared on your face. You weren’t sure how that sudden soft smile popped up, but you guess it was because you had something to talk about instead of being awkward with each other.

“I’m staying here for a week as well. Actually, why are you spending Christmas alone here?” You tried to carry on with the conversation. You saw him frown slightly, but quickly covered it with a small smile. “Well my girlfriend broke up with me. I only had her since my parents moved to who knows where for years now.” He whispered as he stared at the blank television. He gulped as he took in a deep breath.

“What about you?” He asked, finally turning his head to look at you. Your eyes widened slightly before answering. “I’m away from my parents and I have no one else so I decided to spend my holidays here for the fun of it.” You replied simply with a shrug. “Sorry about your girlfriend though...” You added on.

Eric waved his hand in the air lazily, as if swatting away your words. “I’m not here to be sad so you don’t have to talk about it.”

You nodded immediately and rose from your seat, grabbing your suitcase and pulling to close to you. “I guess I’ll unpack first then.” You announced. He hummed in response, taking his phone out of his pocket and proceeded to play with it.

You got your huge suitcase up to the second floor without a problem. You glanced at Eric who had his eyes on you with his mouth slightly gaped, probably impressed by how much strength you had. You got to the second floor and tried finding an unused room. It wasn’t a surprise to find out that Eric had the largest one.

You peeked inside and saw his belongings that were placed in a way that made his room looked extremely clean and organised. You shrugged and closed the door before finding another room.

It didn’t take you long to pick a room. It was big, but wasn’t as big as Eric’s. But you were fine with it and got in, starting to take your time unpacking.

Absentmindedly leaving your door open, you were playing songs on your phone while you unpacked, vibing and dancing around while you put your stuff in its designated places. You guessed your loud volume and singing overpowered Eric’s voice when you suddenly hear him shouting your name at your door, knocking twice. Your head instantly turned and went to off the song that was playing in the background.

Eric leaned his hip against the door frame, folding his arms while his eyes scanned your room. You would lying if you said he didn’t look good just by standing there.

“I’m about to buy takeout. Do you want anything?” Your eyes immediately widened at his words.

“Excuse me we’re out on a staycation and you want takeout? Let’s just cook something for dinner.” You requested.

Eric glanced sideways as you kept quiet, looking up and thinking about it. “Sure, we can head to the supermarket. I’ll wait for you to get ready then.” He stated. You quickly pulled out whatever’s left in your suitcase and tossing it onto your bed.

While you were sorting out your things, you still felt Eric’s presence and eyes glued to your back. Your turned around with threw him a raised brow. “Are you going to stand there the whole time?”

Eric didn’t reply. You noticed how he was observing you. You weren’t sure of what he was looking for, but suddenly made eye contact with you, boring into your eyes. “No.” He said in a monotone voice before swiftly turning around and going back to his room, hearing the door close.

You let out something that resembled a chuckle by how boring he acted. “He better not be those good looking guys that are cold and distant.” You said to yourself as you stared out to the hall as if Eric was still standing there.

You finally finished packing and grabbed your necessities, walking down the stairs and seeing Eric on the couch once again, this time he had a black hoodie over his white shirt that showed slightly at the end of the hoodie.

You got close to him and poked his shoulder lightly. Without saying a word, he stood up and the two of you went out together and headed to the supermarket.

“Wait, can you even cook?” Eric asked, clearly doubts and uncertainty shining through in his tone. You rolled your eyes and placed a hand on your chest, gasping loudly as you faked a surprised expression.

“You’re going to have to trust my cooking skills since you’re going to be with me for another six days.” You informed him confidently with a shrug as you took a cart and proceeding to take out your phone and headed to your notes app where you had a recipe for pasta in it.

Your eyes scanned down the list and you immediately went to an aisle to search for the ingredients. While you were picking out items off the shelves, you glanced at Eric, who simply followed you behind mindlessly.

You stopped in your tracks and spun around. Due to your sudden action, Eric lost his balance while trying to not bump into you. But instead, he fell forward and immediately supported himself by gripping onto the cart on both sides, trapping you in as the two of you got very close.

You were pretty sure your breathing stopped as you looked into his eyes. The moment went past quickly when he brought himself away from you and stood up straight. “What’s with the sudden stop?” Eric asked, seemingly sounding annoyed.

You let out a quiet laugh. “You don’t seem to be helping me.” You replied with a cocked brow and a slight smile.

Eric shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight onto one leg. “So?” He asked back, tilting his head and copying your expression.

“So get me the rest of the items while I pick out other things that aren’t on the list.” You simply replied, shoving your phone to him. You let him look at the list, his eyes immediately widening. You could tell he looked unsure but he proceeded to look up at you with an arrogant smile. “Alright.”

You chuckled lowly at his confidence and walked away. Obviously you weren’t going to find anything, you just wanted to see how Eric was going to do what he was told.

You kept a large distance between you and him as he grabbed the cart and started strolling around the supermarket. He didn’t pick anything out, constantly looking down at your phone and to the sign above the aisles. You gaped your mouth open in shock when you found him in the chips aisle, grabbing random bags of chips and shoving it into the cart.

You immediately ran up to Eric and grabbed his wrist. He flinched at the sudden contact. “What are you doing?!” You shouted softly, looking down at the cart and seeing three bags of chips.

“I gave up finding what you needed so I went to get chips instead.” He replied nonchalantly, motioning his hand out towards the chips.

You placed a hand on your forehead, facepalming before snatching back your phone and faked an exasperated face. “Go queue up. I’ll find the rest of the ingredients.” You immediately looked down on your phone and dashed away.

You were quick to gather up everything that you needed and headed to the paying area. You widened your eyes when you saw Eric standing in front of the cashier as they started to check out the items one by one. You ran there quickly and dropped the items on the conveyor belt.

“Damn you’re good.” Eric complimented. You looked down and noticed the chips being scanned. “Why are the chips still there?” You questioned.

“Chill i’ll need it in case I want a midnight snack. Oh and I bought sweet drinks too.” Eric pointed his head towards the plastic bag where you saw two big bottles of what seemed to be peach tea.

You sighed and shook your head. “Okay, okay.” The cashier finished checking everything out. Just when you were about to take out your wallet, Eric held your wrist. You jumped at the sudden contact, looking up at him and nodding his head slightly before saying, “I’ll pay.” in the most cliché way possible.

You gulped and forced your hand out of his grip before nodding quickly. Eric paid for the groceries and insisted on carrying it all, though you consistently insisted on at least carrying one bag.

The two of you headed back to the house and placed all the groceries om the kitchen counter. “I’m going to assume you can’t cook so leave it to me and do your own things. I’ll call you when I’m done.” You informed Eric, proceeding to take out the groceries and lining them up on the counter.

Eric only shrugged. You turned your back and began to cook. Though once again, just like when you were in your room, you felt Eric’s presence. Glancing back, you find him playing with his phone while sitting on a chair at the counter.

“What are your plans for the week? You know, if I wasn’t here.” You asked, wanting to strike up a conversation as you kept your back on Eric.

“I would have gone out and have a meal outside. I’d probably spend the week playing at the arcade or the lounge area. Just... exploring the place I guess.”

You hummed, happy with his answer. “Looks like we have a similar plan.”

You didn’t hear Eric reply. A moment went past before you heard him let out a breath. “Why? You want to spend your trip here with me?” Eric asked with a tone of cockiness.

You scoffed and turned around after turning of the heat. “Would you like that?” You tilted your head with a wide grin. You were checking through the drawers to find plates. You heard Eric saying something but you couldn’t hear it since it was overpowered by the clanking of the glass plates.

“What?” You asked again, putting the pasta on the plates and grabbing two forks before bringing your readymade dinner in front of Eric. He glanced down at the meal before looking at you.

“I said I’ll be fine with that.” Eric whispered before digging in with no hesitation. “Holy shit this is good.” He hummed dreamily and he went in for another bite, chewing with a smile as he looked down at his plate. You couldn’t help but find him cute for that.

After the two of you finished your meals, you spent the night in your separate rooms, not a single form of communication was made. That is until you started to suddenly grow hungry at three in the morning and decided to steal some chips that Eric bought from the grocery shopping.

You slid your phone into your sweatpants and opened the door cautiously. Luckily, no sound came from it so you proceeded to walk down the dark hallway where the only place that was lit was the small light at the corner of the living room.

You tiptoed your way down, taking small steps down the stairs till you reached the kitchen. You chose not to turn on the lights because you were afraid it would produce a loud sound that might trigger Eric. You didn’t know if he was a light or heavy sleeper and you didn’t want to take your chances.

You opened the fridge and noticed how one bag of chips was opened. Specifically the spicy flavoured one. You were definitely intrigued by the chips and snatching it immediately.

You made the decision of sitting on the kitchen counter instead of your room so that you wouldn’t need to go back and forth.

While you were munching on the goods, you suddenly heard a loud bang. Your head instantly turned to the direction of the noise, realising it came from the glass door that lead to the backyard where you could get a clear view of the beach.

You squinted your eyes and tilted your head in awe. You didn’t see anyone there. Not being too bothered by it, you went back to reaching your hand into the bag of chips and stuffing it in your mouth.

While chewing, you heard the fridge open. Once again your head turned to the fridge, seeing a large figure standing in front of it.

“Eric?” You called out. He hummed in reply, taking out the large bottle of peach tea and closing the fridge before turning to you.

“Are you that lazy that you couldn’t at least go to the living room and eat instead of sitting on the counter?” Eric held the large bottle in one hand and taking a sip from it, his lips not making contact with the tip of the bottle.

“Yeah, I am.” You absentmindedly did a double take at him, noticing how the figure of his body looked amazing despite it looking like just a shadow in the dark. You looked at down on your phone, continuing to scroll through your socials.

Oddly enough, Eric sat on top of the counter as well, his body getting close to you as he peeked at your phone. Your heart raced at the small amount of space in between the two of you. It felt like the incident at the supermarket but this time, it wasn’t.

“Oh my god he did what?” Eric whispered shockingly, his eyes reading over what was on your phone. You were reading a story from an online website. “I find it funny.” You let out, hiding your soft laugh by covering your mouth with your arm.

“Hurry up and scroll. We need to keep reading this.” Eric whined, slamming the huge bottle on the table lightly.

You dropped the bag of chips beside you and took the drink, proceeding to down a few gulps while your lips made contact with the lid. It was a habit of yours to do that. “Are you saliva cautious?” You asked, completely forgetting that you were sharing the drink with someone.

Eric simply let out a shrug. “I’m fine with it.” Eric proceeded to take bottle back and take another sip.

“What should we do tomorrow? There’s so much to explore...” You suddenly asked as your mind went to the brochure that had a map with all the activities and such that the place provided.

“You got a clear plan?” Eric asked back. You shrugged. Kind of like the same way he did moments ago. “Not exactly.”

“Then we’ll just figure it out on the spot.” Eric answered nonchalantly. “Sometimes it’s nice to head somewhere without a map or destination. Who knows where you’ll end up.”

You let out a soft laugh in response. “That’s sounds... Amazing. But also terrifying.”

“It’s not like you’ll die here.”

“Never thought of you as a deep person...” You mumbled.

“How was that deep?”

“Travelling without a map and not knowing where you’re headed? That’s something deep to think about.”

You paused to think for a moment. “Is this your three in the morning feels or something?” A small smirk appeared on your lips as a brow cocked up.

Eric scoffed, seemingly in denial but quickly grew quiet as he didn’t give an answer until at least twenty seconds later. “Probably because of the reason I came here in the first place.”

You then remembered what he said in the evening about his girlfriend that he broke up with. You slowly nodded your head and frowned, thinking about how you would do the same thing.

“It’s an escape trip.” You stated with a soft sigh. “Don’t worry. I don’t like having people with a negative energy around me. Let’s make this a fun trip.” You nodded with affirmation.

Eric rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he nodded as well.

You woke up peacefully at eleven in the morning. Yes, it was your habit to sleep early and have more hours of sleep than what is considered normal. You were still laying in bed despite being wide awake, rolling around in your bed and playing with your phone. As the clock struck twelve, you finally decided that it was time for you to head down and find something to eat.

You flinched back in shock when you found Eric silently sitting on the couch. It looked like he was going out since he was wearing jeans and a sweater. Once again, his clothes suited his body well.

“Well you look pretty.” Eric greeted, his eyes glued to his phone. You furrowed your eyebrows. He probably saw you come down while you were still half asleep.

“Are you going somewhere?” You asked, rubbing your eyes vigorously with one hand while the other went to the fridge to grab a cup of sweet drink.

“Didn’t we agree to spend time here together? You do realise it’s afternoon, right?” He placed his phone down and looked at me.

You yawned, accidentally but also not. “I am well aware. You’ll have to put up with this.” You took a sip and gulped it down. Before you were going to walk back up to your room, you looked at Eric who had his eyes on you.

“Give me thirty minutes.” Was all you said before heading to your room to get ready.

Since you didn’t want to keep Eric waiting, you quickly showered and threw on wide legged jeans and tucked in a random sweater before putting your necessities in a sling back and went back down.

You went to Eric as waited for him as he stood up as went to the door. You clipped your hair up in a lazy bun as the two of you went out.

Eric shoved his hands in his pockets as he swerved around to look at you. “What should we do first?” He asked, with a gentle and warm smile.

“Let’s go to the arcade.” You replied with excitement, jumping a little in your spot as your finger immediately went up to point at the arcade.

Eric chuckled with a wide smile. A smile that unexpectedly resulted in butterflies fluttering in your stomach. For once you actually felt and understood the feeling that every romance novel expressed.

If you could describe the day you had with Eric in one word, it would be special. The two of you did a lot of things that day. Going to the arcade, having a delicious lunch at a restaurant and discovered one of the few small theme parks they had. Since this was only day two of your stay here, you two decided it would be best to not explore the whole place too quickly.

To your surprise, Eric was way different from when you first met him. He was bright and cheerful as the two of you constantly made jokes and played around like kids. You felt happy to have someone you could enjoy your time with instead of being alone most of the time. It was something new to you grew to love it quickly.

“The sunset is pretty.” You whispered as the two of you sat at a random beach chair, looking out to the far distance where the sun started to set.

Silence filled the space between you and Eric. But this time, the silence was a peaceful one. One where you didn’t feel the need to break the ice like you did when you first met Eric.

“Should we do this everyday?” Eric asked, turning his head from the view and to you. You looked back, answering with a soft smile and nodding your head. “I’d love that.”

As the days went on, you and Eric got close to each other quick. It felt like you instantly clicked with each other despite being different. Seemingly enough, you two followed your plan of exploring the place without an actual idea in mind. And to be honest, you felt extreme happiness. You tried places that you didn’t see before the first time you went to explore and you ended up liking it. You didn’t know whether it was because of the place itself or perhaps having Eric there with you. You liked how Eric was around you. And to be honest, it made your stomach churn, as well as making your cheeks blush a light pink whenever you were with him.

Eric was the same too. You noticed how to would steal glances at you whenever the two of you walked silently and he always had his eyes on you. Though you sometimes caught him looking at you, he brushed it off and made up an excuse to deny it. That was another thing that you grew to like about him.

It was now day six of your trip. You felt as though this trip was ending too quickly and time flew by too fast for you and Eric.

“Hey, do you actually ever believed in the mistletoe thing?” You asked Eric as the two of you walked down a path where there was a mistletoe at the end of it. Once again you have spent your day with Eric well as you surprisingly got through all the activities and amusement parks provided. “I did it with my girlfriend once. Supposedly, it was suppose to mean that the one you confessed to would be with you for a long time. But look at where that got me.”

Well, that answered your question.

“Stop.” You said in a firm tone as you lifted a hand up in front of Eric. He did as he was told, standing in his spot. You moved so that you were standing in front of him, one hand holding his wrist.

Eric was confused by your sudden action despite giving a blank face. “We’re above the mistletoe.” You pointed out, jerking your head upwards. Eric glanced up and hummed in response.

You didn’t know what came over you, but you suddenly went in and give Eric a quick peck on the cheek. You watched Eric’s expression. To be fair, you were just as stunned as he was by what you just did.

He remained silent for awhile, his eyes were widened ever so slightly as he blinked his eyes slowly, looking at you in somewhat a disbelief face. He finally processed the situation and gave a light chuckle. “That was cute.” Eric admitted.

You smiled at his response. You for some reason thought that he would react in a different way. Maybe in disgust or discomfort. But you also felt that you shouldn’t be surprised since the way he treated you throughout the trip has definitely grown to be more affectionate in a romantic manner, to which you reciprocated wholeheartedly.

Surprisingly (but also not), you now found yourself on the bench at the backyard at two in the morning, lightly snowing as you admired the night atmosphere of the beach in front of you, with Eric’s head on your lap while you played with his hair between your fingers. You guessed that you grew physically attracted with Eric as well throughout this week.

“You like my hair that much?” Eric asked, his eyes were closed while he admired your touch, but opened it slightly as he turned his head to look up at you. You let out a quiet laugh and nodded. “It’s soft.” You whispered. “I’m also picking out the snow that’s stuck.”

As you gently brushed strands of hair that covered Eric’s eyes, you couldn’t help but think that you wanted to stay in this moment for a long time. You liked the peaceful atmosphere and scenery to set the tone. And importantly, you liked just being here with Eric.

“You’re pretty.” Eric whispered back after a moment of admiring each other’s faces. “You say that every morning when I wake up with my ugly hair and face.” You whined softly.

Eric let out a low chuckle that never failed to make you feel something. “Because you’re still pretty nonetheless.”

“How should we spend our last day here?”

Eric didn’t reply, his eyes glancing down to your lips for a second before taking in a deep breath.

“Can you extend your stay?”

You were taken aback by his request. But you were thinking the same thing as well. “I’d love to. But we basically explored the whole place. What if we get bored?”

Eric lifted his head up from your lap, his hand extending out to cup your cheek in his palm. With his warm touch, you couldn’t help but smile.

“I don’t care. As long as I get to spend all my time with you.” Eric’s hand swiftly traced your jawline before placing two fingers on your chin, tilting your head down as he went up to place a soft kiss on your forehead, his other hand going up to your hair and seemingly brushing off the bits of snow that laid on your hair

Eric didn’t pull back, his lips still on your skin. You didn’t know how long he was going to stay there, but you made sure to treasure every second of it till he pulled away.

“Then I guess I’m stuck with you for another week.”

#the boyz #eric #eric sohn #tbz #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz oneshots #the boyz fic #the boyz x reader #son youngjae #eric imagines #eric imagine #tbz eric #tbz eric x reader #eric sohn x reader #tbz x reader #tbz drabbles

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asteroidimagines · 3 years

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first date jitters

[ 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ] pg

[ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 ] they/them

[ 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒘 ] third person

[ 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 ] none

[ 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂 ] but it's their first date!

kevin had finally gotten up the nerve to ask y/n for a date, he was excited and nervous all at the same time, he felt this was the only chance he had to show them he was serious about wanting an actual relationship. not that y/n actually demanded he prove that at all, it was just something he felt he had to prove so y/n knew he wasn't just another guy that was going to pick them up and drop them as soon as they got what they wanted. he messed with his hair as he fixed his hair again and again, he sighed eventually opting to leave it alone so he didn't drive himself insane with trying to get the messy locks to cooperate with him.

y/n sent 8:39 p.m. might be a tad late :/ they kept me at work longer then i thought

kevin sent 8:45 p.m. that's okay! hopefully then the food will be ready before you get here :)

y/n sent 8:50 p.m. i promise its not always like this <3 my boss just decided to be a a bigger dick then usual today.

kevin sent 8:52 p.m. we can post pone so you can just rest tonight.

y/n sent 8:54 p.m. never! i need you're company after a day like today, i'll be there probably around 9:30 :)

kevin smiled down at his phone and sent a quick thumbs up emoji before looking at the pot of boiling water on his stove. he wasn't the most amazing cook in the world, but he had a few 'go-to recipes' for when he had guest over and had to feed them - tonight had was make something simple enough, spaghetti and meatballs, he hoped that y/n liked it. he dropped the hot top of the pot into the sink cursing at himself for forgetting how hot the top usually got. "feck sake..." he mumbled under his breath, looking at the quickly fading red mark on his hand. kevin shook his head to himself before checking on the noddles. he went about his work in the kitchen hearing a small knock on the door, as the sauce was just finishing.

"doors unlocked" he shouted.

he heard the door open and close no one spoke though, kevin turned at the sound of footsteps, y/n stood there with a cocked eyebrow as they leaned against one of the walls in the kitchen with their arms crossed.

"i could of been a killer you know" they said a playful smirk forming on their lips.

"its the risk i take" kevin chuckled "you're just in time"

kevin turned around to look at the food turning down the stove and taking the apron off of him before walking closer to y/n to properly greet them, wrapping his arms around them. when he pulled away he allowed himself to actually look at how they were dressed, despite the stressful day they said they had, y/n seemed to clean up rather quickly, though still a hint of tiredness behind their eyes.

"you look amazing, as always" kevin smiled moving back to stove to plate there stuff.

"not so bad you're self o'reilly" y/n walked closer to them "need help?"

"no, you can just relax"

"what is this 'relaxing' you speak of?" they pulled a confused look a small laugh escaping them as they did so.

"a thing us mortals do, it do you don't burn out - dumbass" despite the difference in settings for them, both seem to naturally slip into being comfortable, first and foremost they were friends after all.

"i'm pretty sure you shouldn't be talking, you never take breaks"

"we aren't talking about me right now" kevin said sending a playful glare y/n's way

y/n rolled their eyes and took the plate from kevin silently to take it to the dinning room table, luckily kevin had a chance before to make that look nice. he basically sped cleaned his whole house, leaving no room left untouched just in case they happened to go into it. there was yankee candle he managed to find lit on the table, one that smelled like a river, if you were to believe what the label said - he had two glasses of wine on the table as well with the bottle sitting near the candle. kevin followed y/n into the dinning room.

"i'm not that special kevin... you didn't have to break out the expensive candles mr.youtube" behind the teasing comment somewhere was an undertone of gratefulness.

"you are special though" was all kevin could say in response, he didn't like when y/n talked down to themselves, even as a joke he couldn't stand it, because there was always that look afterward that flashed over their face that showed they really believed the stuff they said, and kevin loved them to much to let them get away with it to often.

y/n opened their mouth, to argue or thank kevin would never be known cause they simply closed their mouth again. they sat across from one another, eating silently for a few minutes, comfort and awkwardness mixing together in the air as they sat. kevin took a deep breath, transitions from friendship to even possible relationship were always hard, but it would be worth it, he liked y/n for so long and the fact that they even gave him a chance was enough.

"you seem tired maybe i should of force you to reschedule this" kevin said.

"i'm always tired, whats rescheduling gonna do to help that?" y/n said "i wanted to come, i've been looking forward to seeing you all week"

kevin perked up at that - y/n was looking forward to this date? did he get so lucky for that to be true? - "really?" he couldn't help but make them confirm what they just told him.

"mmhmm" y/n hummed around their fork nodding a bit.

he couldn't help but smile, before taking a sip of the wine he got. he wasn't a heavy wine drinker, but it seemed fitting for tonight. y/n looked over at kevin laughing softly at the dorky smile plastered on the irish idiots face and shook their head slowly before looking down at the plate. kevin knew he probably looked like a giddy school boy, but he didn't care at this point, he felt like one. after they ate y/n fought with him a bit before he allowed them to help him clean up before they put on a movie - y/n washed up the dishes and passed them to kevin to rinse off and dry.

"this isn't what people normally do on dates" kevin pointed out as he placed the dish on the drying rack.

"who wants a normal date anyway?" y/n smirked glancing at kevin out of the corner of their eye.

"would of taken you hiking if i knew you thought that"

"how would that not be normal?"

"well, you'd have to carry me back to car on the way back" he laughed placing the last pot into the drying rack and putting his sleeves back down as y/n let out the water.

y/n laughed and looked at him "good thing you don't weigh to much, or we'd just be stuck wherever we hiked to for awhile"

kevin dried his hand and lead y/n to the living room where he let y/n put a movie on, this was a bit easier, just watching a movie... at least that what he had hoped - now he didn't know where to put his hands, or how close to sit, was it fine that their shoulders pressed together? that they could feel each others small movements? kevin didn't feel like moving away, it would seem weird now. he rested his hands on his thighs unable to really concentrated on the movie y/n had put on - he was pretty sure he had seen it before anyway. kevin was pretty sure he would be stuck in a loop of anxious thoughts, that was until y/n gently nudged their hand under his, seamlessly intertwining their hands together.

kevin looked down at their hands, simply tangled together perfectly, the anxious thoughts in his mind dying down as they held hands. he smiled and quickly looked back at the tv before y/n could notice him looking starry-eyed at their hands. the rest of the night seemed to melt easily, y/n had at some point leaned their body into kevin a little more, making the taller maneuver his arm around them, it all made him dizzy with excitement. all to soon though the movie ended, y/n stayed in kevin's arms as netflix showed them what to play next. y/n let out a small sigh.

"i have work tomorrow, i should probably go before it gets to late" they said looking at their phone for the time.

11:32 p.m.

had it really been that long? it felt like mere minutes had passed, time always seemed not to exist around y/n, a cheesy yet accurate statement. he always found himself being able to ignore the ticking clock when around this person.

"but i'm comfortable" okay that was a small fib, his arm was starting to tingle finally, but he would allow it to fully go numb if it meant y/n stayed in his arms for just a few more moments.

y/n rolled their eyes and got themselves off the couch, scratching their body. kevin reluctantly followed their lead, before walking them to the door. they stood their for a moment as y/n got their shoes and coat on.

"is it bold of me to assume we can do this again?" kevin asked.

"very..." y/n chuckled "but not a wrong assumption" they smiled.

kevin smiled, y/n leaned up pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, making a smile grow a bit wider.

"text me when you get home safe" he said.

"will do" they nodded.

kevin closed the door once y/n was in their car and pulling out of the drive way, the back of his head thudding against the door, at least he didn't have any cleaning up to do. he waited up in bed until y/n messaged him that they were home and safe.

y/n 12:10 a.m. goodnight kevin <3

kevin 12:13 a.m. goodnight y/n <3

#call me kevin #cmk #cmk x reader #call me kevin x reader #kevin O'Reilly #kevin o'reilly x reader #gender neutral reader

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alfredosauce50 · 3 years

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What makes me human [Cyberpunk! America x reader 10]

Wordcount: 5,809 Rating: T for strong language and mild violence “Can’t you see that none of this is real? You’re living in the past, dumbass! It’s all a dream! If you don’t wake up soon, you’ll regret it!” Chapter synopsis: Half-dead, Allen falls into a strange realm of existence. It's nothing he's seen before, but it feels awfully familiar. He soon learns he's stuck in the past, and it's all in his head. He'll do whatever it takes to wake up and save Alfred from his demise he once played a part in. The reader is referred to as she/her.

Songs to listen to while you read (in order as found in playlist): 2049, Ghost in the shell - Original mix, Something about us, Cloudy day, L, The voice in my head. I have indented song titles throughout the chapter so you can change accordingly. Starting now:

2049, Ghost in the Shell - Original mix

“His condition is stable. He’s in a coma, but he’s gonna be fine.”

“A coma? For how long?”

Where were the voices coming from? Was there one person or two people speaking? He couldn’t tell. But his interest quickly changed to another subject.

Am I dead?

With whatever brain activity he had left, that question was the only thing he heard repeating in his head like a broken record.

He couldn’t see anything, let alone feel anything as he drifted into an abyss of nothingness. In fact, it was so empty, he couldn’t even say it was darkness he was engulfed in. Just nothingness. Was this what people experienced before walking over to the other side? Or was he going to be stuck here forever? Allen couldn’t tell. Not when there was no concept of time in this strange realm of existence, anyway.

His eyes shot open. It took a few moments for his vision to adjust, but he came to realize he was sitting in his car. Huh. Was that all a dream? Whatever it was, it had escaped his mind so seamlessly, he couldn’t remember anything. Leaning forward to peer out the window, he was greeted with an onslaught of neon lights. Neon signs, holograms, and posters surrounded him from all angles and heights. At least that told him he wasn’t far from home. Turning to the front, he attached his hands to the wheel. Now, to get back.

If he drove around for a few minutes, he’d surely pinpoint his location relative to Arthur’s auto shop. Revving up the engine, he heard it purr to life. As a small grin stretched over his lips, he pulled out of the cul-de-sac to move to the main street. “I missed you too.” He murmured, never letting his gaze stray from the road. Eventually, he made it to a familiar intersection. Before he could pass through it, he stopped and found himself staring at what looked like a police chase coming to an end.

A helicopter hovered over a car stopped in the center. Over the fierce thumping of its blades, he heard a grungy voice barking out orders through a loudspeaker. He couldn’t make out what it was, but it didn’t look like they were followed. Not when the occupants in the vehicle were immediately shot upon stepping out–collapsing to the ground after a rain of machine gunfire blew them apart.

“Jesus Christ…” He mumbled under a frown. “Poor bastards.”

After they all dropped like flies, the helicopter took off in another direction. And just like that, they were gone.

The police in Twilight city were ruthless as always. Quick to action, and yet, just as dismissive. But it wasn’t his business. So long as he played his cards right, he wouldn’t have to deal with them. Making a right turn, he breathed out a sigh as he made a detour. He never liked using alleyways. There was no saying if he’d run into a couple of weirdos in places like these. Speaking of weirdos, there was a couple of men huddling around a corner. It piqued his curiosity to see them so interested in whatever it was they surrounded. Or more accurately put, who they surrounded. A girl. Slowing to a stop behind a tall bundle of crates, he leaned over to the right to get a better look. She was shaking in her boots, and her lips were trembling as she struggled to respond to the questions thrown at her. And how old was she anyway? 10? 11?

“That doesn’t look good.” Allen narrowed his eyes.

He climbed out of his car.

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket, he approached the group slowly. But when one of the men took a hold of her shoulder, adrenaline surged through his veins and he burst into a sprint. When he got close enough, he grabbed said man’s shoulder before throwing his fist back. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Punching him square in the face, he sent him hurtling towards the ground.

Immediately, his cronies responded by pouncing on the newcomer for giving one of their buddies a black eye. After a few minutes of violent tousling, he managed to beat them all into submission.

Leaving them groaning and wincing in the dirt, he gave his hand a rough shake. Phew. He hadn’t had a good fight in ages. Giving his bottom lip a light tap to find a small blotch of red on his fingertip. And he won against three people too, escaping with only a busted lip. Before he could gloat about it, he glanced around to find the girl. Where did she go?

Assuming she ran away, he shrugged and moved back to his car. If she wasn’t here, then he wouldn’t be obliged to help her any more than that. But upon nearing his vehicle, he spotted a small pair of feet poking out from the back. Then, they proceeded to shuffle back to become completely concealed. Breathing out a chuckle at that, he rested his hands on his hips.

“I can see you.”

No response.

“You can come out now.” Making his way around the trunk, the child buried her face into her knees upon realizing she had been discovered. A light frown downturned his features at the sight of her shaking like a leaf. “Man, am I that scary?” He murmured, lowering himself to his knees. “Hey, kid. I’m not gonna hurt ya. I was just passing by. I promise I won’t do anything.”

She kept her face hidden, but her trembling seemed to calm.

“Well, if you’re not gonna say anything, I’ll be on my way. Just make sure to move out of the way so I don’t run you over.” Standing up on his feet, he turned his back to her. Before his fingers could do so little as graze over the car handles, a faint voice piped up.

“Wait!”

Allen grinned and spun on his heel. “Yes?”

She stood up slowly, but kept her head low to avoid his gaze. Without removing her hands from her pants, which she was clenching at, she opened her mouth again. “Could you maybe… Tell me where the train station is? I got kinda lost.” The way she spoke was soft, breathless even, and more so than Allen’s who just beat up a bunch of no-good-doers.

“The train station?” The redhead questioned. Not that he didn’t know where it was. In fact, it was only a few blocks down, but he had to think twice about sending a ten-year-old off to wander the streets around here. The same streets a police shootout just took place, and the same streets where she was approached by a couple of hooligans. “How about I drop you off? I’m not in a hurry. I dunno if you wanna walk around by yourself after what happened.”

He said it before, and he’d say it again. This city was an absolute shithole.

“R-really? But I’m not sure…” The enthusiasm faded as quickly as she lit up. “I don’t know you.”

“And I don’t know you either.” Allen hummed. “So you’re just as dangerous to me as I am to you. Sound fair?”

The girl furrowed her brows.

“That doesn’t make sense. You’re way older than me.”

“Oh yeah? I’m only eighteen though. Lemme guess, ten? Twelve?”

“Thirteen.” She answered, relaxing just a touch at the sound of his age. At first glance, one would have assumed he was in his early twenties, but she was relieved to know she was wrong. “Are you still in high school?”

The man blinked. Was she warming up already? “Nope. I finished nearly a year ago. But that doesn’t mean I sit around all day with nothing to do.” He opened the car door to the driver’s seat. “You’re lucky I was out and about to get your ass out of trouble. So what do you say we keep it that way?”

The ride there didn’t take long, much to Allen’s surprise. By the time his GPS revealed that they had arrived, he had slowed down near the curb in front of one of the tallest skyscrapers in Twilight city. Sliding the window down, he poked his head out to give his surroundings a gander. The blinding lights of the liveliest commercial center forced him to squint, but he could still tell this was the city center. And that only meant the residential lots were a little further down.

“You sure this is the right address? There’s nothing but malls and stuff around here.” He shouted over the bustle of people crossing the streets and pounding of music.

“No, this it the right place. I live right there in that building!” Climbing over to the side, she pointed at Matsumoto Optics.

Exchanging glances with the said building, then the girl, he gave his head a light shake. “What do you mean, you live right there? Nobody–” He paused, feeling dread settle in his stomach. “Wait a sec. What was your name again, kid?”

“(F/N) Matsumoto. My dad actually owns the whole plaza.”

He paled.

“Holy shit.”

Why did it feel like a gun was pointing at him?

Because there was one.

Whipping his head to the window next to him, he found himself staring straight down the barrel of a gun. While his heart broke out into a pounding frenzy, he came to notice that his whole car was surrounded by men in suits. Bringing out every kind of shootable weapon that existed, his blood ran cold at the sound of more than twenty firearms cocking at once. From every angle there was, he was aimed at by something. “Fuck.”

“Put your hands where I can see them!” One of the men demanded.

Allen threw his arms up. “Alright, alright!”

Glass shattered. A hand shot through the broken window and hit him in the back of the neck, hard. “Gh-!” It knocked him out immediately. Then, his unconscious body was dragged out of the car with next to no grace.

So much for following orders.

When he finally came to, all he knew was the throbbing pain in his neck, and the rope burns around his arms and wrists. Since they were tightly bound together, he could only blink away the fuzz in his vision. This day had to be the longest yet. All he remembered was waking up in his car completely disoriented, then saving a middle-schooler from a bunch of creeps. Where was this place? An office of some sort? How did he wind up here again? All he could do was speculate as he continued to kneel on the carpeted ground.

“My daughter told me you saved her from a group of ruffians.” A low voice began, forcing him to look up. My daughter? Did that mean he was Matsumoto? The Takahiro Matsumoto? The most powerful person on the planet? The person whose name he heard every minute of the day from slogans? His suspicions were confirmed when he found himself gawking at a beast of a man, who stood a little over six feet with a long gray beard.

Wait a minute, this guy was old? And this… Built? “If she hadn’t, you wouldn’t have woken up.”

Allen tensed.

“… Right. Well, I’m sorry for whatever I did. I didn’t know she was… A Matsumoto.” He breathed. “If I did, I would’ve let her ride the train herself. Didn’t think putting her in my car warranted a death sentence.”

“But you are alive, boy. And she is too, thanks to you.” The older man graciously responded, giving his head a firm pat. Then, he lowered his gaze to meet the other’s eyes. “I see an unwavering sense of justice from you. There were three men you had to fend off to keep her safe, and you only managed to let them hit you once.”

“…”

“You have talent.”

“… Thanks.”

“If you haven’t noticed already, I want to recruit you.”

The redhead had to do a double-take. Were his ears playing tricks on him, or did he actually say–

“You wanna… Hire me?”

Matsumoto nodded. “Like I just said. You have the skills to be a bodyguard, and we are in urgent need of one.” An ominous light glinted in his dark eyes as he opened his mouth again. “Did you ever wonder why there was a job opening?”

Allen gave a nervous laugh. On second thoughts, maybe laying low in Arthur’s auto shop was the better option. “Thanks, but no thanks. I was just lucky today, and I’m not a pro. I think you’re better off hiring somebody else–”

The other hardened his stare at him. “We have an elaborate training program to prepare you for your duties. I see no reason for you to reject.” With a swift flick of his wrist, he beckoned over a few men who had been standing on the sidelines. “These gentlemen weren’t half as good as you when they began. Now, they are the best any secret service has to offer. Their combat skills are impeccable, and their instincts refined to perfection.”

When he sensed he had fallen right into a trap, he wasn’t wrong.

“I wouldn’t imagine it to be hard for them to locate anybody residing in this city. Even your friend, Arthur, the British mechanic.”

Seeing that Allen was now at loss for words, he smiled.

“I believe it would be in your best interest to work for me, Jekyll.”

That same day he was recruited, his induction took place. And boy, was it a lot. By the time they had finished, night had fallen. Fortunately, he could treat himself to a hot dinner in the dining court before retiring to his room. He couldn’t say being given his own condo was unexpected, but when he stepped inside to become completely immersed in luxury, he was faced with a rude awakening. Up here where the air stretched thin over the blinking lights of Twilight city, he was reminded how out of place he was.

All his life, he was at the bottom. He grew up a street rat before he was taken in by a kind mechanic. And he taught him everything he knew. Never did he imagine he would ever be this high up in the clouds, working in a high-ranking position under a man comparable to God. And the longer he lingered on this reality, thrusted to him without his say, the hotter his eyes felt. There was no saying if he could go home again.

And that meant he wouldn’t be seeing Arthur anytime soon.

The next morning, he woke up the groggiest he’d ever felt in his life. Squinting at the window that happened to take up his whole wall, he was graced with a hot orange sunrise. It cast a pinkish haze over everything in his sight like a filter, but he was far too exhausted to appreciate the scenery. He checked his phone. 6:23 AM. Twenty missed calls and twelve text messages. Crap. He’d call him later. He needed to figure himself out first.

Giving his face a cold splash of water, he rubbed his eyes clean. Lifting his head to the mirror, he found himself staring at his reflection, which of course, stared right back. Did he always look this young? He snorted. What was he thinking? Of course he did. He was only eighteen, after all. Sliding himself in a dress shirt and pants, he finished off the look by throwing on a black blazer. Then, he gave his appearance a hard stare. “… Nope. This looks stupid.” Leaving the bathroom in a white tank and bomber jacket, he ventured out into empty morning halls to find the elevator.

Once he made it to the third floor, he began his journey to the training dojo. The walls were a beige white, the floors a polished wood, and there were shoji screens everywhere. He was washed over with a strange sense of déjà vu. But considering this was his first time here, that couldn’t be the right phrase. Jamais vu was more like it. He was here with the impression he’d never been before, but he somehow knew that was a lie.

And it was a gut feeling so strong, it was kind of eerie.

He couldn’t understand why he was feeling this way. And not being the thinking type, he chose to brush it off. He had enough to worry about already, so the last thing he wanted was to overthink a foreign environment. Maybe some exercise could clear his head— and that was exactly what he’d be doing today. His rigorous training program.

Entering a spacious room, he stepped inside to feel his shoes sink into soft tatami mats.

“Don’t even think about taking another step in here with those shoes on, Jekyll.”

A very rigorous training program.

***

Something about us, L

It had only been a few days since arriving here at Arthur’s, but you were slowly regaining your strength. With every new morning, you awakened with more energy than the last. Perhaps the small light of hope of seeing Allen do the same was what urged you to become an early riser. But like yesterday, and the day before, that hope was shattered at the sight of him unconscious in bed. He didn’t even move an inch.

Nearing his side, you lowered yourself to your knees and reached out to his cheek. Talking to him while he slept had become routine to you. You’d tell him about your day, everything you did, and all your conversations you ever had. If not, you’d reminisce the past so he wouldn’t feel left out. He never interrupted, and let you run off on tangents until you were sick of talking. “I really hope you wake up soon, Allen. I feel like… I’m talking to myself here.” Your voice was soft with a heart-wrenching kind of sadness, but you refused to linger on it.

After all, how could you expect him to wake so soon? You knew how strong he was, but it would be selfish to want something impossible. So you forced yourself to leave the room, figuring you would feel better if you focused on something else. Little did you know, someone had been lurking in the halls during your visit.

Alfred had his back pressed up to the wall outside while you dropped by, and he heard everything. And not even from just this morning. Everything you ever told Allen, he listened in on too.

He knew better than to infringe on your privacy, and hear things that were better off left unheard. But he kept finding himself hiding outside in the hall, doing it again and again—even Arthur had caught wind of it.

He heard footsteps clunking against the metal floor, but he never bothered to turn to it. Usually, Arthur would’ve kept on walking. But not today he didn’t. “If you like her so much, you should just tell her.” He’d murmur.

Alfred whipped his head to him with his eyes widened ever so slightly. But he visibly eased seeing it was just him. And rather than denying his claims, he tore his gaze away. “I can’t.” His brows were furrowed for creases to form between them. Arthur was almost taken aback, having never seen him so frustrated.

“Why not?” The Brit responded, resting his back against the wall beside the man. “It’s painful seeing you loiter out here all day. I’d say I felt sorry for you, but you’ve been eavesdropping on her for a while.” At the sound of that, the other’s cheeks flushed red. So his guess was right on the mark, after all. “She’s coming out right now. Might wanna make a run for it while you still can.”

“Guys?” Another voice joined, forcing the two men to spin around.

The mechanic bit back a snort. “Too late. I’ll be in the garage.” He whispered. Shooting you a brief smile, he turned on his heels to leave. “You two have fun now. I have lots of work to do today.” With that said, he disappeared to do exactly that, but not without a few chuckles under his breath. For the many years he knew the guy, he never found anything he wasn’t good at. There was nothing he couldn’t do. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of Alfred with a hand on his neck, laughing nervously.

That perfect track record was finally ending, it seemed.

At least he wouldn’t have to watch him fumble around with his feelings for long. You and Alfred were planning to leave in a few days to God knows where, to do God knows what. Frankly speaking, he didn’t know what you were doing, hanging around such a shady guy like him. That was right. You two arrived with your bodyguard Allen, who was half-dead then, and barely clinging to life now. What the hell happened? Wouldn’t your father be concerned?

Maybe he’d ask Allen himself, if he’d awaken anytime soon, that was. For now, he’d stay on the sidelines and help Alfred repair his missing Mantis blades as he’d requested. He was restless without them, frequently interrupting his work with, “Are you done yet?” until he finished for the day. Arthur narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue, shutting the garage door behind him. Whatever you two had planned, he couldn’t imagine it to be legal.

***

Cloudy day

A few months had gone by, and he was finally getting settled in his new workplace. But there was no saying when he’d ever be forgiven for it. Not that he could even explain himself. What was he even supposed to say? I saved a girl from a bunch of creeps and put her in my car to take her home but she wasn’t just any girl and turned out to be the daughter of Matsumoto himself and now I’m being threatened to work for them because they know where you live. That surely wouldn’t fly. Especially when he went through all that just to be a glorified babysitter.

He just knew Arthur was buried up to the neck with work, now that he was alone. Breathing out a sigh at the thought, he rolled his head to the said girl sitting by a cherry wood coffee table, whose nose was buried in a book.

“You ever get bored reading stuff all day?” He began, stretching his arms across the backrest of the couch.

She shrugged. “Sometimes. But I have to study, otherwise I’ll fall behind.”

Allen nodded, stretching his lips into a flat line. “Fair enough. Well, I did just graduate high school, so if you need any help with… Math or whatever, just let me know.” Surely, seventh-grade level wouldn’t be too difficult for him.

“Mm… Thanks, but I don’t think you can help me with what I’m doing. This is like… College level stuff.” You gave him a sheepish smile, to where he gawked at you in response.

“Wow, you a genius or something?”

“I don’t think I am.”

“You’re just being humble, kid. It’s fine to be proud of yourself, ya know. ‘Specially now, cuz it gets kinda annoying when adults do it.” Allen grinned, hopping up from his spot to give her hair a ruffle. She could only hang her head to hide the embarrassed pout on her lips. Fortunately, their height difference let her do so.

“Thanks, I guess…” It was only when he pulled his hand away did she look up again. In her line of vision was a chest of drawers, and she reached out to point towards it. “Also, could you mind checking if my USB’s in there? I think I left it in one of the drawers yesterday.”

The redhead spun around. “Sure, no prob.”

Pulling out one of the compartments, he rummaged around random bits and bobs until he caught sight of said USB. Besides the connecter, the storage disk was fairly long and flat. This thing could’ve stored hundreds of terabytes of data if it could. That translated to hundreds of computers’ worth of information. Picking it up, he held it in his fingers to give it a brief study. Before he called over to you with his lips separated ajar, he found himself entranced by it.

But what was so interesting about something as common as a storage disk? For some reason, the small object in his hand resonated with him. It was… So familiar. As if he’d seen something like this before. Or perhaps, it reminded him of something he forgot about. Problem was, he didn’t know what. And it was a gut feeling so strong, he couldn’t seem to shake it off.

The voice in my head

That night, he was called to his superior’s office for a security briefing. Appearing through the tall double door, he walked in with his hands in his pockets. Situated deep in the room, and just by the window overlooking the blinking lights of the city, was his desk, and the man Matsumoto himself. His chair spun around to reveal a bearded man well into his seventies with a light scowl on his face. “I expect you to wear the uniform suitable for these occasions, Jekyll.”

Allen blinked before rubbing his neck. “Right, sorry. Forgot.” In all honesty, he considered showing up in a black tie and all, but it wasn’t the most comfortable fit in the world. “So, what’dya call me in for?”

The other clasped his hands together and gave him a firm stare. “Even in my company, you have moments of… Stepping out of line. Breaches of discipline.” He gestured to his attire, letting it do the speaking. “I may overlook some inconsistencies in exchange for your services, but there is one rule you must not break under any circumstances.”

Silence fell in the room so you could hear a pin drop. It gave Allen some room to think–to guess what his superior was going to warn him about. A secret basement that locked up human guinea pigs he wasn’t supposed to stumble into, perhaps? But that was ridiculous. So he stayed quiet, prepared to listen intently to the man. Surely, his guess was far from reality.

“There is a… Basement a few floors beneath the lobby.”

Allen froze. He’d heard this before.

Otherwise, how else could he guess that he’d say this?

“I keep my most prized possessions in there. Personal vehicles and upgrades. Nothing goes in and out undetected. So don’t even think about stepping inside.” He couldn’t believe a word he said, as calm and convincing his tone was.

Allen had an idea why.

He sensed something was off the minute he came here. It was all so obvious–the familiarity of the dojo halls, the USB, and even his face in the mirror. He’d seen it all before. Previously, he’d brushed it all off. But he couldn’t deny it any longer now that he had this conversation, a conversation he already had. So if his intuition was right, that meant he could guess what was actually in the basement. And there were no fancy sports cars to speak of.

He gritted his teeth as his tanned complexion began to pale. Then, his stomach began to churn.

“… Are you unwell?”

He lifted his head and shook it. “Nah. Just lost in thought.”

“You may lose yourself in the emptiness in your head as much as you desire, but not in my presence. If you don’t have any questions, you are dismissed.”

“Yessir.”

Turning on the spot to leave, a deep frown downturned his features now that he wasn’t facing him anymore. Something was terribly wrong. And he was about to confirm it. A couple of hours later when the whole building fell quiet, he snuck down to the basement floor through the elevator. And while he ran through the pitch-black halls to the door in the end, he couldn’t get this thought out of his mind. He’d definitely done this before, too.

Swinging the door open, he was greeted with a familiar stench of death. But he didn’t have time to gag. Running to the two pods, he never bothered turning on his night vision. He trusted his body and his muscle memories to guide the way. And it was the right call, because he found himself standing by the pods in no time. Lifting up one of the hatches to find a mummified corpse, he stared with an unreadable expression.

He wasn’t even surprised. And that was really telling, considering he would’ve vomited at the sight. But this only solidified his suspicions. This wasn’t new.

Nothing was.

Turning to the other pod, he fiddled around the latches for a minute or so before giving in. This one couldn’t be opened, not without proper authorization. Okay, this was new. He didn’t remember this pod being locked. So he jabbed his fingers into a couple of buttons, unable to resist his curiosity. He couldn’t leave any stones unturned. Thankfully, his rapid button smashing eventually did do something to reveal what was inside.

The glass that was previously fogged up cleared.

Inside lay a man. A blonde. His skin was flawless in save for the outlines of removable plates. He was a cybernetically enhanced individual, but not one he wasn’t already acquainted with.

“We put him to sleep for fifty years…”

“By the time he gained his consciousness, we turned him into a killing machine.”

“Even to this day, he remains my greatest creation.“

Fragments of his memory began to play in his head. All until he could remember the name of the sleeping figure. It was Alfred. And he had yet to wake up to go on a killing rampage, or in other words, the first time they’d ever meet.

Allen eventually retreated back to his condo. The first thing he did was go to the bathroom and splash cold water to his face. If he wanted to figure out what the hell was going on, he needed to clear his convoluted mind first. Either he was a psychic or stuck in another reality. But he wasn’t bright enough to be a psychic. And interdimensional travel wasn’t invented. Yet. So what could it be?

While he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his wet fingers, his train of thought was interrupted by a voice. And it sounded just like his, but deeper.

Glancing up to the source, he found himself staring at his own reflection in his mirror. But he came to realize it wasn’t him–rather, it was an older version of him. They had the same face, eye color, and hair, but the person who glared back at him had sharper features, and a more defined jawline. Unbeknownst to him, it was the subconscious of his present self.

“What the hell are you doing?” He hissed.

Slamming his hands against the mirror, the loud bang caused Allen to jump. “Can’t you see that none of this is real? You’re living in the past, dumbass! It’s all a dream! If you don’t wake up soon, you’ll regret it!”

Allen dug his hands through his hair, and before he could even question him, panic overwhelmed his system. Not that he needed to, because everything he was just told made perfect sense. “W-Wake up? But… But how?”

“What do you think genius? You have to die!” The other screamed. “If you don’t wake up soon, Alfred and (F/N) are gonna get away with the chip! You can’t let him put it in his head! The Soulkiller will destroy him!”

Fuck.

He felt himself tense up in all reality as more memories flowed back to him. That was right. He was in a coma after being stabbed by a katana. He remembered how desperate he was as he fought to stay awake, all so he could warn Alfred he was falling into a trap. But he failed, and wound up in another realm of reality. His dreams. And if he didn’t wake up soon, there was going to be hell to pay.

Shoving his hand into his jacket, he pulled out a gun.

Then, he exchanged wary glances with his subconscious, who nodded at him.

He cocked it. “If you’re wrong… And I die in real life…” It wasn’t like he had anything to threaten him with, though. “Let’s hope I don’t.” Sliding the gun into his mouth, he screwed his eyes shut. Then, he pulled the trigger.

Shooting up with a loud gasp, he finally awakened from the longest trauma-induced sleep he’d ever had. Almost immediately, he heard somebody else let out a scream of genuine fear. “Ah–!” By the foot of the bed he was laying in was Arthur, and he’d fallen right out of his chair. “Jesus fucking Christ! If I’d known you’d wake up like that, I would’ve sat further away!”

Standing back onto his feet, he was never fast enough to stop Allen from sliding himself off the bed. “Hey– watch it! You can’t move right away!”

“How did I get here?”

Arthur stepped back as his friend loomed over him. “Well–I’m not sure how you fell into a coma, but it was Alfred and (F/N) who brought you in.”

Thank god. “And where are they now?”

The other shrugged with a look of defeat. “I don’t know, honestly. All I know is they’re doing something dangerous. Alfred wouldn’t leave before I helped him install a new set of mantis blades.”

“Fuck!” He hissed, feeling his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. Bile was even rising in his throat as he reflected on the possibility that Alfred was already dead. “I was too late. I was too fucking late.” Shaking his head as heat accumulated behind his eyes, he paused for a moment, letting hot tears of frustration run down his face. Then, he gripped Arthur’s shoulders when he was hit with an epiphany. With the slim chance they only left recently, he still had time.

“How long have they been gone for?”

The blonde pondered for a moment, but the concern in his eyes never faded. “Only a week, give or take. Why? What’s wrong?”

Before Allen could breathe out a sigh of relief, he was gripped with a panic-inducing sense of urgency. “That means I can still save him!” If he remembered correctly, the Soulkiller virus needed at least two weeks before the damage became permanent. So if he could somehow find you both in seven days, he could save Alfred. “No questions. I’ll explain in the car! We have to find them as soon as possible!”

He would’ve been dead if it weren’t for him.

So in return for saving his life, he’d do anything to save his too.

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Rewarding His Pet (RDO OC x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: You listened. You did as he asked. You stopped stealing. You got an actual job, honest work, and you are actually feeling pretty good about it. You weren’t expecting any kind of reward in return, but Everett thinks you deserve one.

Author’s Notes: This is for the millennium giveaway fic; I can no longer reach this requester, but they had previously asked to remain anonymous: id like to request a gentle nsfw thing from Everett please, if that’s okay? Maybe the readers been really good and gets rewarded with slow paced edging and after care? I know it’s not the spiciest of asks but I guess I’m a sucker for the soft stuff.

Tags: fluff, gentle sex, edging, aftercare

Word Count: 2719

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A month has passed since you left St. Denis. You had made your way to a small town up northwest where news of your thefts were non-existent, and decided to start over, try to lay low for a while. You changed your hair, stopped wearing make-up, and became just a simple woman looking for work. Because this was such a small town, you figured staying out of trouble here would be easy. You had made up a pity story about being abandoned by your brother after your parents had passed, and started asking for a job around town and a place to stay. After you proved your ability to do basic calculations, you were quickly offered a job at the general store. You seemed like such a pity case, a lone woman just trying to survive.

The first week was the worst as you resisted the urge to just take items that were lying around. Forcing yourself to not slip things into your pockets, even as you eyed the chocolate longingly, was one of the hardest things you had ever done. The compulsion to take was something you fought hard against, but by the second week, it became easier.

By the third week, you felt the compulsion settle deep inside, locked in a box that you buried deep in your heart. The urge never went away, but with practice, you overcame it. You were quietly proud of yourself for not taking anything the entire time you had come to this town.

Of course, no one would know except you.

You were a little surprised that no one had come to find you yet. Perhaps those bounty hunters who were chasing after you finally gave up.

Unless Everett had been telling the truth and had taken them all out.

Thoughts of the blue-eyed hunter usually stoked a fire low in your belly. But these days, they also made your heart skip a beat, remembering how he had looked at you right before he had walked away, leaving you in that abandoned building, alone and unsure of what to do next.

Shaking your head, you focused again on the stacks of supplies that had just been delivered. You were helping take inventory, your board clip in hand, counting up everything and recording it precisely. You were also a little bit obsessive about it, checking everything twice to make sure you had it all correct.

It was while you were doing this that you overheard two men as they stopped under the shade of the general store to hide in the shade and smoke.

“Y’hear? Ed's boy is back in town."

"Really? After all that, he really came back?"

"He's an Osborn, what'd you expect? That boy loves his family."

They kept talking as they walked away. You had delivered supplies to Ed, an old man who lived on the outskirts of town with his wife and daughter.

His last name was Osborn? And he had a son?

Was fate so cruel to put you in the same town as that man's family?

You finished taking inventory and went back into the general store, making your way to the counter where you could hear your boss laughing.

"Was a good thing you did. None of us blamed you."

"I'm just glad I finally paid off my bounty," a familiar voice said.

You immediately stopped walking, but your boss had heard your footsteps and called out your name. Hanging your head, you came up to the counter and handed the inventory paper to him.

"Supplies are all accounted for. I'll go help bring things inside," you said quietly, quickly turning and fleeing to exit out the back of the store without a second look.

***

Everett looked past the shopkeeper as she ran off.

"So, uh, how long she been working here?"

"Hands off."

He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Hey, I ain't that young playboy any more," he said defensively.

The shopkeeper glared at him. "I saw the way you looked at her." He sighed, contemplating for a moment before deigning to answer. "She's been working here for three weeks. Comes early, stays late. I don't even have to check her inventory count anymore, she's as accurate as a ruler."

"Really? Nothing missing?"

"Nope, not a thing."

"Huh."

The shopkeeper looked at Everett, who was still peering at the back door. "If you want to talk to her, fine, but she's had it rough. Be kind to her."

"C'mon, you know me. I'm always kind to ladies."

"I mean it, Everett."

Everett waved his hand dismissively as he walked out the front door. "See you 'round."

The shopkeeper shook his head; the boy could never keep his head on straight when it came to women.

***

You had just sent one of the delivery men away with a shipment of supplies when Everett walked up to you.

"I see you've been busy," Everett said, glancing around.

You shrugged. "You told me to lay low. So I am." You fought the urge to boast about not stealing anything for the part four weeks. He would probably scoff. Why would he praise you for doing something that most people considered normal?

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You glanced back up, not even realizing how your shoulders had slumped and your gaze had fallen until you saw his boots in your view. He gently touched your cheek, his fingers caressing your skin.

"Nothing," you mumbled, trying to turn your head, but he suddenly gripped your jaw so you couldn't move.

"Tell me," he rumbled.

You huffed. "I haven't stolen a damn thing since I came here. But no one's going to praise me for that."

Everett's gaze turned soft as he looked at you, your emotions wavering between anger and frustration. His grip loosened, his fingers moving to cup your cheek instead.

"I’ll praise you, sweetheart."

You glared at him, looking for even one iota of condescension. Surprisingly, you found none.

“It’s hard to change. I understand,” he said quietly, a weight to his words that felt like a lead vest. He moved in even closer, until his lips were brushing against your forehead. “You want a treat for doing so good, right?”

“I’m not some kind of pet,” you tried to say with venom but it ended up coming out breathy, as if you actually wanted his treat.

“But you’re my sweet puppy, ain’tcha?” he teased, his lips now running along the shell of your ear. “I’ll give you a real good reward, what do ya say?” he whispered.

You stepped away from him. Being so close, breathing in his scent, it was too much. You couldn’t think. With him standing before you, his knowing smile and his cocky stance, it was still too damn hard to think. What would a reward from him feel like?

You shuddered with barely contained anticipation. “Alright. I accept.”

***

He told you to meet him at the saloon after your work shift, and to come around the back where no one would see you. He knew your skills; you’d never get caught by these small town folk. So you snuck around and saw him leaning against the wall, waiting for you. He quickly gestured for you to follow him up the stairs and across a small balcony, passing a couple of doors until he reached the last one. Pulling a key out of his pocket, he unlocked it and led you inside.

A small room with just a bed and a basin. Not even any decorations, just a place to sleep and clean your face. Perfect for travelers needing a place to stay.

Or in this case, for a quiet rendezvous with a lover.

“Not the most luxurious place, I know. Next time, when we’re not sneaking around in my hometown, I’ll treat you to something better.”

You looked at Everett, who was admiring you as he took your hand and led you towards the bed. Standing together, he cupped your cheeks with both hands and kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Tonight, let me take care of you,” he murmured. His hands slowly made their way to your collar, where he started to unbutton your shirt, glancing up at you with each button undone. When he got halfway down, he pulled the shirt out of your skirt and continued to unbutton until he was done. His hands slowly skimmed up your sides as he spread the fabric open to reveal your thin chemise and corset.

“My sweet pet,” he crooned as he slid the shirt off your shoulders, dropping it to the floor. He started to undo your corset, his deft fingers making quick work of all the clasps. You let out a breath when it fell from your body, feeling like you could finally move freely. But as soon as you had taken in a breath, Everett took you by the chin and kissed you. He didn’t stop his mission to remove all of your clothing; his hands pulled on the sleeves of your chemise, dragging the whole thing down your shoulders.

Then he stepped back and grinned. He grabbed your hands and placed them on the collar of his shirt. Wordlessly, you unbuttoned your way down, revealing a muscled chest, hard from physical work. He took off his gloves and shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, tossing them aside before he pulled you into his arms, pressing his chest against your bare breasts. His hands ran up and down your back, feeling your soft skin, cradling you against his larger body with a tenderness you hadn’t felt before. You looked up at him, drunk on his soft touch.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you, slowly at first, coaxing your lips open before he devoured you, his lips wandering from yours to trace a wet trail down your neck to your collarbone, where he sucked greedily at your skin, leaving love marks.

“Everett!” you cried out as he sucked particularly hard at the junction between your shoulder and neck.

“Just a little gift, to keep the other men away,” he said as he pulled back to look at your skirt. “Now, where were we?”

His hands made quick work of the buttons on your skirt, kneeling down as it slid down your legs. Leaning forward, he kissed the exposed skin of your waist as he pulled the ribbon of your drawers, pulling them down to expose you completely to his gaze.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart,” he gently commanded as he got up and started to take off his pants. You did as he said, your eyes riveted to him as he stripped, every inch of his body muscled and toned and, at least for tonight, all yours. He reached down to stroke his cock slowly, a smirk forming on his handsome face.

“Spread your legs,” he said as he climbed onto the bed. Laying between your knees, he kissed around your inner thigh, nuzzling your skin with his stubbled cheek. Then, as his eyes locked with yours, he lowered his mouth to your core and gave you the most intimate kiss, open mouth with tongue.

“Oh lord,” you uttered between moans, Everett’s tongue and lips making you whimper helplessly, his merciless ministrations leaving you panting with pleasure. Just when you were reaching your peak, he pulled away and started to kiss a line up your body before reaching your face.

“Kiss kiss,” he mumbled before he locked lips and breathed you in, pressing his tongue into your mouth and making you taste yourself. When he pulled away, he gently rolled you over to one side. With one arm snaking under your neck and around your shoulders, his other hand lifted your leg up. You felt the tip of him nudging your wet slit, gently sliding around you.

“Ready for me?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

He pushed inside of you easily, as if your body had been ready and waiting for him this whole time. Rolling his hips, Everett held you close, keeping a steady pace as he filled you, over and over again, his lips brushing along the shell of your ear.

“You’ve been so good, haven’t you?” he murmured. “Controlin’ your urges, not giving in…” He trailed off, nuzzling you instead, his hand gripping your shoulder. You reached behind you and fisted his hair as he let go of your leg and reached around to finger your core. Rubbing you expertly, knowing the exact pace and strength with which to touch you, he nearly drove you to completion, your peak just with reach…

Then he stopped and slowly pulled out of you. Whining, frustrated that you were so close again, you slapped his chest as he rolled you onto your back.

Grabbing your hand, he glared at you with an intense look in his eyes.

For a few seconds, you forgot to breathe. This was the Everett you first met, the one who had devoured you, and you had begged for more.

Then the look in his eyes softened and he brought your hand to his lips and kissed your fingertips. “All in due time, sweetheart.”

Spreading your legs, he drove himself inside of you again, and this time, he gave into his own carnal needs, fucking you wildly, crushing your body as he fell upon you and pumped his hips, desperate to feel your tightness around his cock.

“You feel so good, so fucking good,” he growled. “Come for me, sweet pet.”

You had been edged long enough; the sweet release flooded your body, the wave of euphoria making your mind go blank as you clung to Everett as you cried out, wrapping your legs and arms around him and holding on for as long as your release continued to shake you. Trembling as the aftershocks rumbled through you, you finally let go of him, your limbs falling to the bed with an audible thump.

Everett murmured your name as he pulled out of you, lifted himself up on one arm, took himself in one hand, and finished onto your stomach. His face of pure ecstasy, his eyes fluttering shut as he sighed and moaned, was followed by a satisfied smile that brightened his cornflower blue eyes and made his smolder twice as devastating.

“You’re beautiful,” he said reverently as he leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose. You watched as he got up to get a washcloth, wet it in the basin, and came back to you to clean up his mess. He rubbed you gently, being careful not to push too hard against your now sore areas. Afterwards, he cleaned himself off and went to his satchel. He pulled out a bag of candies and sat on the bed, tucking you into the covers and pulling you onto his lap. Taking out a small white mint, he held it to your lips.

Without being asked, you opened your mouth and let him feed you the soft mint candy, letting it melt in your mouth as he stroked your back.

“This is perfect,” Everett said absentmindedly. “I love takin’ care of you.”

You turned your head to look at him, and the tenderness in his gaze made your face heat up and your heart race. He took both your hands in his and hugged you.

“I don’t know why you make me feel this way, but I ain’t lettin’ you go. You just feel right.” Using one hand to tip your chin towards him, he stared at you intently. “I want you to be mine. Only mine.”

“But I might steal again.”

“Do you want to?”

“No…”

“If you don’t want to steal, then I’ll help you stop yourself.” He kissed your cheek tenderly. “I’ll help you. So rely on me a little more. Please.”

In this new town, with this new life you were carving out for yourself, you truly believed that you could change. What you were before, who you were before, these were things that Everett knew about you and yet he still accepted you.

“Alright, Everett. I’ll stay with you.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

The warm feeling in your heart that flowed through the rest of your body made you feel comforted and accepted.

It felt like you had come home.

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End Notes: I hope everyone who likes Everett enjoyed this fic! This is probably the end of this little series, just a nice conclusion to this trilogy of self-indulgent fics. Onwards and upwards!

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King Chap. 12 & 13

Your life changed completely when from a slave, you became a spy for the king. Will you be able to help him in his fight against slavery before it’s too late and the threat hanging over him comes true?

In this society where love comes after fortune, will your mutual affection be able to flourish?

Royal au fic pairing female reader and Kwon JiYong

Feat: YoungBae, TaeHyung, MinHo and SeoJoon (just because I had their face in mind when I pictured their character)

W.C: 6944

Warnings: Nothing special for chap 12, a little angst maybe. Mostly fluffiness all over. Smut in chap. 13. More love making than porn like, if you know what I mean. I’d call those chapters, the calm before the storm. Buckle up ladies and gent! A lot of things coming for those 2.

Disclaimer: Everything in this story is fictional. There is no research to be politically accurate or to fit a certain period of time or place. In one word, it’s all invented.

Thank you for your help my muse editor princess @aspaceformyself. Love you <3 <3 <3.

Thank you to all of you who wrote to tell me that you loved little prince Channie. Oooooh, I feel you guys, I love him too.

Chapter 12

The low humming of the birds woke you up, the morning after. Contrasting with the warmth of the bed, the air had cooled down a bit and this freshness was more than welcome. JiYong was still asleep, you could tell as you heard him breath in deeply, his soft breath warming the nape of your neck. His chest was cozily draped against your back with one of his hands resting on your waist. Never have you ever felt so protected.

Around you, the soft rays of the morning sun lit up the entire room in pale pastel hues. Their faint light stealing away the velvet black shadows cast by the night’s departure. Blowing out a soft breath, you quietly turned around to face JiYong. He was so peaceful that you dared not to disturb him. He was almost childlike like this. Sleeping without a care in the world, compared to the strong and commanding king you see during the day. Perhaps a side you never thought you’d get to see before. So raw, so vulnerable that it was almost endearing.

You smiled gently at him, maybe a little shy as you recalled the night before. You felt amazingly good, you could still feel your heart tingle from the lingering sensation on your lips. You don’t think you could ever have enough of those lips, from this man. The more you get to know him, the more you appreciate him. You can’t think of something in his personality that deceived you so far. He was a caring and loving person with a great sense of justice. He was the perfect father for Channie, the perfect king for his people and in the circumstances, he was doing his best with the queen as well. It was very easy to succumb to his smile, one that he reserved only for you most of the time.

“Good morning, young lady” his voice was drowsy, deep and low.

You were face to face, sharing the same pillow. Your eyes met and it was as if the whole universe were pushing you towards him, towards his dark eyes still half asleep but oh! how wonderful. He was close enough for you to notice the different shades of brown in his iris. With a delicate hand, he removed a strand of your hair behind your ear and smiled tenderly.

“Morning, JiYong. Did you sleep well?” You asked, wanting to know. Last night, you both had a hard time to fall asleep, the heat outside was barely tolerable. Also, the butterflies dancing in your stomach were keeping you wide awake. Every time you were about to fall asleep, if by any chance your eyes met, you could not refrain another round of shy laughters.

“I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t sleep a lot. I woke up at least 10 times and each time I did, I was dumbfounded to see you were in my arms. I’m the luckiest man in the whole kingdom” he answered, pecking your lips.

“JiYong, don’t say things like that…”

“Why not? I can’t share my thoughts with you, now? That’s new” he let his fingers trace along your jawline and down under your chin. “Normally, I can speak my guts in front of you, you’re actually the only person I can do it with” he said with a genuine smile.

“Because you are giving me too much hope and I don’t know how to deal with it” you stated without thinking. But it was true. You didn’t know how to deal with this new situation. The king himself, sharing his apartment, his bed with you. Sharing kisses and cuddles. Telling you he feels good and that he is thankful to have you in his arms. It was too much for you to handle. He smiled softly, pecking your lips once again. He couldn’t resist rubbing his nose against yours.

“I understand love, because for me too, it’s a new situation and that I have high, really high hopes”

“Ooh!”

You were interrupted by 3 loud knocks on the door. Soon, it opened widely and without waiting for an authorization, 8 servants and 2 courtesans entered the king's room with his breakfast, his clothes for the day and other stuff that you didn’t have time to see because you hid yourself under the duvet. The second before you covered your head, you could see confusion on their faces. None of them knew you were here.

“That will be all, you can leave now” he ordered

“But Cheon Ha, we need to help you with your meal and…”

“I’ll call you back when it’s time for me to dress. For now, stay outside” he commanded.

“As you wish Cheon Ha” They left, mumbling. You could imagine them walking backward with their head held low as they always do.

“This is so cringey” you said the second you heard the door close behind the delegation of servants.

“It’s not… you’ll get used to it. Come on, let’s eat”. he said but when he wanted to get out of bed, you held his hand and dragged him close to you, back in your arms.

“I feel good here, with you. Can we hug in bed all day?” You asked playfully as you caressed his hair and pulled him closer against you. You wanted more cuddles. You needed to sink into the warmth of his body.

“Oooh, this is very tempting, believe me, I would like to. But… I have documents to take care of, remember? Today, I’ll need your help to write the official statement to Japan. Once it is done, I will be able to focus on writing a new law. Let’s end slavery, shall we?”

“This is a very interesting schedule. But, do you think we have like, 1 minute, to kiss again? I miss kissing you already”

“Oh, I declare that we have 5” he said before his lips crushed against yours and his hands grabbed your waist.

You could get used to sweet mornings like that.

The next 2 days went by very fast. On the first day, JiYong has written an official statement for the Japanese emperor and you have attentively translated it. The second day, you mostly played with Channie. The boy was a little upset by the changes in his routine and was craving attention his mom seemed unable to provide, since she was in a lot of pain regarding her lover. Therefore, you let her the space she needed and took care of her and JiYong’s son.

With the prince, you have spent time in the garden, decorating it for real. JiYong allowed you to hang lanterns so you did today. You couldn’t wait to see how it will look tonight, in the dark. Hopefully, he will be in his quarters on time to share dinner with you in the garden. It would be beautiful and intimate to share a meal under the moonlight with the lit lanterns and the cosy ambiance of the garden.

“We did a good job Y/n, I’m sure it will suit father’s tastes. It’s so pretty. I want to see it tonight, don’t put me to bed too early, I want to see it with you, father, uncle and mother” little Channie said when you both hung up the last lantern. At the mention of JiYong’s brother, you froze. Chan didn’t know anything about his uncle’s tradition and you are not the one who will tell him. Squatting in front of him, you reached out your hands to caress his soft hair.

“My beautiful prince, I’m not the one who makes decisions about the time you go to sleep. You should ask your father or your mother”.

You’d be lying to yourself if you’d say the idea pleased you. It’s with your king alone that you wished to enjoy the beautiful ambiance for the first time. But of course, you won’t admit it to the prince.

“Can you show me how to paint horses, again? Please, pretty please? I so want to learn how to make beautiful horses for my father”.

He was bouncing around you, indefatigable. With him, life was full of twists and turns. He must have given his teachers and his nannies a hard time when it was time to sit and do something that required him to stay still, particularly if he didn’t like the activity.

“Paint? Again? But we painted all morning”

“Please, I’ll do whatever you want in exchange of painting with you”.

“Whatever? Whatever? Ok then, deal. But remember, you owe me one”.

“YEAH! You are the best of the best friend on earth”

He ran into your arms and made you lose balance. Both laughing, you ended up on the floor, unable to stop.

“I love you so much little Chan. I wish I could squish your cheeks all day”

“Of course you love me, I’m lovable” he beamed, holding his head up. It’s in the laughter and a light atmosphere that you spent the day painting with this sweet little boy.

It was around 17h00 when JiYong arrived in his study room. He was told you were there with his son, last time his guards updated him. Scared that something could happen to one of you, he asked for regular updates on your activities. But you were nowhere to be found right now and it deceived him. The day had been hectic and he was exhausted. He felt like his head was going to explode and that you were the only person who could help him. In fact, you were the only person with whom he felt anchored in the present moment, forgetting his royal obligations and duties.

He has to be perfectly honest with himself. He also needed to have a talk with you. He wanted to clarify your relationship. He wanted to know what place he holds in your heart. If you were as in love as he was and what you expected from this relationship. He needed reassurance that you were with him to stay. He was anxious. He had so many questions that he had trouble concentrating during the day and his counselors noticed.

“Y/n? JiChan? HyeJin?” He called from the doorframe. When he didn’t get any response, he closed the door and sighted in annoyance.

“Is my royal husband preoccupied?” she surprised him, he didn’t know she was in the room. The face he made to the queen was obvious. He hated to be called like that.

“Royal husband… really HyeJin?”

“I’m sorry majesty, for teasing you like that but I couldn’t help myself. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I’m looking for Y/n. Where is she?”

According to HyeJin, Channie was with you upstairs in his room, painting , while she was resting and reading in his study room. He headed for the stairs but stopped on his way, lost in his thoughts. He was wondering how he was going to approach you. For him, rewriting laws and having diplomatic exchanges with the leaders of other countries was less challenging than having a conversation about your relationship. Nothing in the world had prepared him to face this interior void, this loneliness he could be confronted to, if he loses you. Since you were in his life, he felt supported. He felt like he was more complete, teaming up with you against the rest of humanity. If he had your support, if you trusted him and gave him your approval, he knew he could do miracles. He never wanted to live alone again. Never again without you.

The queen chuckled at how JiYong seemed stressed to go upstairs. She came by his side.

“Majesty, I know you for so long now. I think that you are the most constant presence in my life ever since I was a little girl. I understand you more than you can even figure. I know what’s on your mind”

“Really? Try me” he said, in a provoking tone. He was annoyed not to see you around and now, she was adding to his annoyance.

“Is my husband scared?”

“Scared? Scared of what?”

She laughed once again, comforted by JiYong's predictable attitude towards her.

“I saw you and Y/n. I noticed how you look at each other. I know you never looked at someone like that before”.

“And?”

“... and you are scared. You love her and it’s scaring you. You spend your life alone, majesty. Always surrounded but alone nevertheless. It was almost impossible to get close to you when we were kids, it became worse as we were growing up. Maybe because of your timid personality, maybe because you are the king. But being alone didn’t prepare you to share your heart completely” she paused, to give him time to assimilate the information.

“See majesty, this is why I want our son to have a normal childhood. I want him to have friends and enjoy life. I want him to learn to be human before he will learn to be a king. Even though you never told me, I know you want the same. I don’t want him to be alone, like you and me are”.

JiYong stayed silent. The queen's comments hit more than he would have admitted, she was right about it all. She continued

“So… If I read correctly, because I don’t know her and she is a secret person just like you, she’s scared too. It doesn’t seem to be something she experienced a lot. I mean, I would be very much surprised if she had a boyfriend before. She is a blooming flower, all delicate but she is craving for the light nonetheless. The light and maybe some flesh too. And you didn’t notice?” she exaggerated a sigh, for a theatrical effect when she noticed JiYong’s doubtfounded expression.

“My wife is pushing me in the arms of another woman. I can’t believe it” he laughed.

“I want you to be happy. I always loved you enough to let you live your life fully and so did you”.

“HyeJin, let’s pretend you are right. How do you know, she wants me?”

She paused and thought for a short moment.

“Maybe she is not very talkative with me, but her eyes say it all. The way she looks at you talks for itself. She is probably very much in love majesty, and so are you. You are perfect together”.

“I, I don’t know what to say to be honest. All I know is that I found in her what I was craving for all my life, without even knowing that I needed it ”

“I know majesty. She is really the one for you. You should talk with her. Tonight, I’ll have dinner alone with our son. Get your girl, majesty”.

She came closer to the king and laid a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner but couldn’t add anything. Their son was running towards them.

“Abeoji! You’re home?” The prince entered the room and made his way into his father’s embrace “Abeoji! Is master Seo back?’ JiChan asked his father, his voice full of concern.

“I’m sorry Channie, but no. He’s still on a mission. As soon as they are back safe, you’ll be the first informed” he told his son while watching you enter the room. He noticed how sad you became at the mention of your friends. He always notices the thinnest change in your mood.

“JiChan, my little man, we won’t share dinner with you and your mom tonight. Y/n and I have to talk. Listen to your mom and don’t escape, it’s very important, it’s for your safety”

“Yes, Abeoji. When will we be able to spend some time together? I miss you”

“I miss you too Channie. Let’s say, tomorrow we’ll share lunch. Just the two of us. How’s that?”

The prince ran into his father’s arms again and held him close. He seemed overjoyed with the idea.

“It’s perfect, just the 2 of us! I can’t wait. I’ll order food myself, ok?”

“Yes son, do it. Listen to your mother and have a good evening”

Channie ran towards you and jumped into your arms. You lifted him from the ground, made a turn with him and kissed his cheeks tenderly before you put him back on the ground and hugged him tightly.

“Goodnight little boy. I love you”

“I love you too, Y/n. Listen to my father, would you? And don’t escape”

You all laughed at his naive comment.

“Yes Channie, I will do” you held him close to your heart a little longer. He was an amazing little boy and you loved him with all your heart. You playfully rubbed his hairs and let him go.

“Goodnight majesty, goodnight Y/n” the queen bowed at her husband and left JiYong and you alone.

Chapter 13

As soon as he heard the door of the study close, JiYong came closer to you, his arms reaching out. You melted into his embrace and held him against your heart. It was so soothing to be held by him, to abandon yourself and let him engulf you. You stayed like that for a while, savoring each other’s presence. His touch made the study room warmer, somehow.

“Listen, love! I need to talk to you. But first, I will ask for some food, you need to gain some weight. If you continue to melt like that, Seo and Tae will kill me for malnutrated you”

“ooh, you noticed”

“It’s hard not to see it, you don’t eat anymore, you’ll disappear. Is a beef spicy soup satisfying your taste?”

“May I ask? I’m hungry haemul pajeon, I want something chewy to bite on!”

“Seafood pancake it is, then, for the demanding little miss” he teased. You loved that, when he was in a playful mode. You loved that a lot. It meant that he was happy.

“Thank you sir, I learned from the best” you said, mimicking an official tone.

He laughed, as he went to the door and gave orders for the diner. Waiting for it to arrive, you both took a bath, one after the other. You changed into a relaxed hanbok and sat down together at the low table to have tea meanwhile.

“JiYong, can we have dinner in your garden? I finally hang those fairy lights and I can’t wait to see how it will look at night”.

“Ooooh! Yes, let’s go right now. It’s too hot to drink tea anyway”

He grabbed your hand and went into his private garden. You had no choice to follow him.

“Amazing! Oh! It’s so pretty. You were right, those lights change the whole ambiance of the backyard. It’s beautiful” he said, hugging you from behind. He let his chin rest on your shoulder and held you by the waist, tightly.

“Look, Chan and I have put decorations on the fountain too”

“Floating candles and little paper boats. I wonder who made what” he joked “It’s beautiful. Thank you my love. You transformed my backyard into some place I want to be”.

You didn’t have time to answer, the meal finally arrived, leaving in its wake an enticing smoke. The king's cooks knew how to cook seafood pancakes and you would certainly thank them if you did not want to remain discreet about your presence here.

“Love, we need to talk,” he said, serious between 2 bites.

“Why am I suddenly scared?”

“It’s nothing to be scared about, I think”

“What is it, sir?”

He noticed how scared you seemed and how you called him ‘sir’. He noticed your trembling fingers. Were you protecting yourself? Were you trying to take your distances from him? At this point, he had to dive in.

“I… I”

He couldn’t take it in his chest any longer. He was so scared that you were not sharing the same feelings as him. So scared that you could leave him. He doesn’t know where this feeling was coming from, why he was feeling like that. You never gave him any clue that you could leave or that you were not feeling good with him. But he needed reassurance. He needed to know you loved him as much as he did.

“I love you Y/n. For the first time in my life, I have someone that I love more than myself. Beside my son, that goes without saying. But Chan apart, you are the first person I truly love and I don’t want to lose you, ever”

“Oooh” you blushed in all shades of red.

“...”

“Go on, I don’t want to interrupt you, go on, majesty” you teased him, smiling shyly.

“Playful, are we?” he asked, half relieved.

You nodded and stood up. Contouring the low table, you came on his side and sat on his laps, your legs hanging on the same side. You encircled his neck with your arms, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck. Breathing in his smell like never before. His arms encircled you. One of his hands started to caress your back and the other held you in place close to him, by your waist.

“Not especially playful. I’d say surprised and happy. Relieved also. I… I feel strangely calm and at peace. But, as I said, you can go on” you smiled against his neck.

Still not a hundred percent sure about your feelings, he continued.

“I love that I can trust you. I love your pretty face. I love your smile. I love how you think and how you see life. I love that with you, I can talk about philosophy and the minute after you’ll be nudging my forehead to make me laugh. When I’m by your side, the whole world disappears and I can be just me, completely me. Totally me. I am deeply in love with you to a point it’s scaring me”.

He paused and delicately lifted your chin up to make eye contact with you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, about telling you how much I want you by my side for the rest of my life. Turns out, I couldn’t concentrate on the meeting. My counselors noticed something was wrong with me, they asked me if I was sick” he chuckled.

You laughed, imagining the scene. You were touched. Touched and overjoyed by this declaration. In fact, you feel it too, that need to be with him. It was just a curious bubbly feeling at the beginning and it grew into something stronger and deeper as you spent time with him. As you got to know him.

“I love you too, JiYong” you murmured in a soft voice.

His jaw dropped open. Even though everything in your posture was saying so, to hear you, to have the confirmation you really did love him, shocked him. In a good way.

“For real? You are not playing with me?” he asked, not sure. You laughed.

“Why would I play with your feelings? It would be so mean and you know I’m not. I love you, for real” you caressed his cheek with one hand.

“You know that I am a married man and…” he was agitated. Too many things in his mind at the same time.

“JiYong, I know who you are. I know you have a wife. I know you have a child. I’m not gonna lie, I am not sure I love that situation. But being separate from you would be worse if you give me the choice. Also, if your wife would have been in love with you, I would have never, ever kiss you”.

You dragged your fingers into his locks, tenderly.

“Since I know you, I changed a lot. You didn’t realise, but you taught me to love and take care of myself. You taught me I was important when I was just a shoeless slave. You did it because you believe all human are equals and deserve to be treated equally. You even put your life and royalty on the line to end slavery and give all human a chance to live a decent life. You are the most beautiful person I ever met, inside and out. And your kisses… ”

At that very moment, you would have accepted almost everything to be part of his life. To be the one he shares his thoughts with, the one he trusts and relies on. In fact, ever since you have met, he played that role for you and you for him. You felt it, that connection that was slowly building between you. You felt it growing and blooming and it was the most beautiful relationship you could ever dream of. You don’t want to experience a life without him. And he doesn't want to be alone again. Being away from him would mean being back to a lonely life. Now that you knew what you would be missing, you’d be miserable also.

“You really love me” he stated again, dumbfounded. You traced his concerned eyes with your thumbs before you kissed the tip of his nose.

“I really love you, Kwon JiYong. I would prefer not to live without you by my side, even if it means I have to be in your shadow for the rest of my life. But just to make things clear, I’m the lucky one right now. I can’t believe you, out of everybody in this kingdom, love me too.”

He placed a hand upon your cheek, his thumb grazing the soft contour of your mouth. He trailed a lazy finger down the length of your neck and your skin prickled at the touch. You closed your eyes to savor the sensation. He kept his eyes on your face, overwhelmed that you love him back. That you both share the same need to be with the other. Most importantly, by the fact that you seem comforted by his touch. His lips replaced his fingers on your cheek, brushing your skin lightly and still that light touch sent shivers that made your whole body tremble.

It’s your body reactions that changed the atmosphere, that changed the way he wanted to kiss you. Your body became agitated under a simple caress down your neck and he felt you quiver under his touch. He loved that effect he had on you. Every woman he had sex with were always in total control of the play, always in a seductive mode. His wife apart, which was a different experience, he almost only had sex with courtesans when he felt the need to. It was their job to be in perfect control of themself and to try to seduce him. He actually never cared about touching them, never felt the need to. But you, to see you squirm for a simple caress on your neck, made him desire to see more of your reactions. To touch you more. To please you. To serve you.

Because you were true to him. You were not trying to seduce him or trying to have an effect on him. You just loved being with him, being in his arms and so did he.

"If you want me to stop, tell me" he whispered before he brushed his lips against your jawline.

"One word and I’ll stop" He traced the line of your cheekbone, dotting small kisses along the way.

"Still not too late" His lips were now on your neck. At first, he kissed the soft skin delicately but when you tilted your head to the side to give him more space, he accepted the invitation and pushed it further. He started to nibble on your skin, gently at first, adding more pressure when he heard the soft moan that escaped your lips. Taking his time, he locked eyes with you and in no time, his lips were on yours.

“JiYong” you murmured against his mouth when he broke the kiss to obviously analyse how you were feeling, “I promise you, I will tell you if there is something I don’t want or like. You’ll have to trust me on that. For now, I am feeling more than good so there is no need to stop. I trust you completely. So please, trust me too”.

He was overwhelmed by your words.

“I love you, you have no idea how much I love you” he sounds almost solemn.

“Then, show me, JiYong. I’m all yours” you uttered in one breath.

You will always remember the light you saw in his eyes. That little sparkle that grew in a burning fire in a split second and threatened to consume you both. It was at this precise moment that you measured the extent of his desire for you. Through his eyes.

Slowly tracing the side of your body, his hand trailed its way down to your lap. His warmth radiates through the thin layer of your clothes, your skin warming under the yet, chaste caress. Your breath went shorter in a new and fascinating way. The kissing session you had 2 nights ago, was nothing compared to the tension you felt building up inside your body. Was it the declaration of love? The freedom it gave both of you to explore the other? To take possession of the other’s body as well as the other's heart? Probably. But one in one, tonight, there was undeniably a new tension and it was delightful to feel it grow inside of your guts.

Passing a powerful arm under your thighs, he lifted you up and gently, delicately laid you on the cushions aligned on the ground. Your arms reached out for him, as in invitation. Making sure you were still comfortable by looking in your eyes, he positioned half of his body on top of yours. He inclined his face towards yours and got lost at this beautiful sight of seeing you like that, vulnerable but strong and willing under him. Your fingers gripped his hair and pulled him closer to you, captivated by the light in his brown eyes. When your parted lips met his, he knew he would have to fight against his desire if ever you ask him to stop. Because he wanted to taste you, devour you. Each and every single part of you. He became anxious when you slowly pushed him on the side and stood up without a word.

“I’m sorry, I may have gone too fast. I’m so sorry” he said.

But you smiled at him as an answer, a timid but confident smile. You reached out to him and as soon as he grabbed your hands, you walked backwards. When he realised you were guiding him to his room, he understood that you were truly on the same wavelength. None of you broke the comfortable silence that was enveloping you.

You stopped when you felt his mattress behind your heels. Without a word, he turned you around. He freed your hair from the bun you braided earlier, after your bath. Shivering at the anticipation of what’s going to happen, you let him unbraid your hair with his fingers and place them on the side of the same shoulder. Doing so, he had perfect access to the nape of your neck. You closed your eyes when you felt his lips on the back of your neck, felt his fingers tracing the length of your spine and finally untying the satin bow of your hanbok on your lower back. Both of you were starting to find that the thin material kept you too far apart. You needed a skin on skin contact. Even if it was going to be the only thing that would happen tonight, you needed to feel his heart beating against yours, unveiled. You turned around to face him again and your parted lips met his in a devouring and passionate kiss.

With trembling fingers, he opened the front of hanbok slowly. Then, running his finger along your breastbone, he broke the kiss to look into your eyes again. You knew what he was gonna say, so you talked first.

“Still comfortable, Ji. Very comfortable”.

“Then why am I so nervous?” he asked with an overwhelmed voice, leaning his forehead against yours. You loved that about him. His vulnerability and his sensitivity. The fact that with you, he would tell how he truly feels.

“Are you sure you want it?” You wondered.

“More than sure, love. I guess, I don’t want to hurt you in any possible way. I overthink...”

‘Ji, you can’t hurt me. You’re too caring for that”

He kissed you again and his hands were on your neck, caressing your jawline with his thumbs. He traced his way down to your shoulders and gently glided the silky fabrics along your arms. When your top finally fell open on the floor, he studied you for a couple of seconds, taking his time to observe the grain of your skin, the way you looked half naked under the moonlight. Perfect for his taste.

“May I touch you?” he asked, with a voice so hoarse with emotion that you barely recognised it.

You took one of his trembling hands and guided it on your breast. As soon as you felt his warmth, you retracted yours and let him do what he wanted to do, what he felt was right to do. He caressed your breasts slowly, from the tip of his fingers, as if he was touching a precious porcelain.

“You’re so beautiful”

Gently, he traced his way down your stomach. He took his time to feel, gage your soft and warm skin. See how you were reacting to the caress. His hand was skillful and delicate and the more skin he explored, the more at ease you felt. You surprised him when you reached out and gently undid the belt of his hanbok. As soon as you had enough space, you opened the sides of the garment. Sliding your delicate hands inside, you laid your palms flat on his chest. His skin was white as if he had never been exposed to the sun. And soft, so soft.

Jiyong let you caress his chest as you wished. You were so concentrated on his perfectly shaped body, on the velvety of his skin, observing every square inch of him, that you didn’t realise he had untied your skirt and it was now resting on the floor. He softly encircled your face and kissed your lips, sucking on your lower lip, nibbling on it.

“JiYong… I love it so much”.

“... good.”

You opened his top completely and slipped it to the ground. In the same stride, you challenge the belt of his pants and gently, very gently, slide it down. You discovered one centimeter at a time, guiding the fabric slowly, taking the time to observe every detail from its thin waist to its ankles. He was perfect.

Both naked, face to face, you smiled at each other as soon as your eyes met. You are the one who closed the distance between you. Tangling your arms around his neck you pressed yourself against him, feeling his strong and warm body against yours. It was delightful. But there was still a tiny detail that you needed to confess to be perfectly at ease with him.

“JiYong… I have never, I mean beside what happened with my master, I have never…”

“Ex-master” he interrupted before he took a small step back and grabbed your hands in his. “Beside, I have to admit, it’s gonna be kind of new for me too. I'm used to being served, on this level too. The women who have passed between my legs have focused on that, my crotch and then it was over. So for me too, it’s almost a first. But I couldn’t hope for a better partner”. He confessed in one voice.

“You mean…” you paused, thinking of what he just said.

“I mean I never really touched a woman, I let them do the job. I’m used to being served, you know, as a king. Also, I never had a real relationship before. So, I never ‘had to’ please the woman I had sex with… it was their job to please me. They did and they left. And as I said, with my wife, well… it was so awkward. But you my love, I want to touch you. I want to please you. I want you to feel good under my touch. I want to be melting under me. I want to smell you, every centimeter of your body”

Those words, they send shivers down your spine, awakening in you primal instincts that you never thought you had.

“Then let’s learn together, shall we?” you murmured. His lips came in the crook of your neck and kissed your sensitive skin there, trailing his way up to your lips. They fitted perfectly, as if they were meant for each other. He grabbed the back of your neck, growling in the kiss as you whimpered in pleasure.

You tumbled on the bed but it didn’t stop your tongues from dancing together. Your fingers caressed each other's skin as if you were afraid a heavier touch would break the heady magic. Wherever his fingers were grazing your skin, you would feel electrified. So electrified that you needed more contact. It did not take time for these soft caresses to turn into a more demanding touch. His languid hands and yours, exploring the other's body as if it was the only chance you were given to do this. At this point, it wasn’t gentleness you wanted, You needed more and you knotted your fists in his hair, pulling him harder against you. He groaned softly, low in his throat.

“JiYong, I want you, I want more"

“At your service, my love”

His lips, teeth and tongue replacing his fingers on your skin as soon as fingers would leave. He kissed your breast, played with your nipples but he didn’t focus there. His fingers traced their way down from your breast to your navel. As soon as he reached your sex, you completely lost control of your body in the most beautiful way. He was playing with your folds, testing different types of caress on you, sometimes tracing slow circles on your bud, sometimes drawing up and down lines. Always making sure you were comfortable and that you enjoyed what he was doing. He took his time to breathe in your intimate smell, to lick you, to taste you avidly. His senses enthralled.

“Oh Lord, JiYong… please… it’s so good”.

His skillful fingers and tongue made you feel enraptured sensations that you never experienced before. He kept a slow rhythm until he could hear you moan and felt your body arch. The calm before the surge of pleasure that exploded before him, a witness amazed by the beauty of this total abandonment. Delighted and pleasantly surprised, he let you regain slight control of your breathing before he positioned himself above you. A part of its weight on you, you felt protected from the world outside. You couldn't not feel more fulfilled than right now.

“JiYong… That was amazing”

“and it’s just the beginning”

You knew he didn’t have his relief yet and you wanted to help him reach it. You switch position with him, finding yourself straddling his pelvis. There was no doubt about his desire for you, you could feel it under your swamp sex. With a skilled hand, you slide him inside of you and slowly start to move your hips in circles. As you leaned against him to take support on his chest, he reached out to caress your breast. He rolled your nipple between his thumbs and fingers while he kept encouraging your movements.

“You make me feel so good, love”

He closed his eyes and bucked his hips against yours, following your movements. It’s with slow and deep thrusts that you started to tease him, increasing the speed when he begged for more.

When you felt he was close to his climax, you moved up a little and tightened yourself for a slow, deliberate slide down. He lost control of himself. Sitting up straight, he grabbed you behind your shoulders.

“You’ll be the end of me” he said before he took control of the play and forcefully pushed himself inside of you, groaning with each thrusts.

He held you against him by the shoulders, increasing the speed. Sweat soaked your temples on this still hot evening but it didn’t stop you from moving together with force pleasure. He was already close to heaven but having you bouncing against him, your breast against his chest, drove him crazy.

When you felt his powerful release soaking you from the inside, you welcomed it with gratitude. His almost shy moans of earlier were nothing in comparison with the groan he made when he reached his orgasm. It was simply the purest sound, the most refine that you had ever heard in your life. You stayed on his thighs, him still in you, for a little while longer. You had no desire to separate for now. Savoring the presence of the other, his smell which was now more pronounced. His heart beating against your own. You were the only woman who had made him lose control and you knew that the love and the bond that you shared you was responsible for the beauty of what just happened. At least, this is what you thought at this very moment. You couldn’t have thought, with his naked body against yours, that this man had lied to you and was about to disappoint you again. Little did you know.

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around and around - four

pairing: cho seungyoun x reader, kim wooseok x reader

au: idolverse

warnings: none

wordcount: 6.5k

description: you’ve had a one-sided crush on your close friend seungyoun for who knows how long, but things don’t stay so black and white when he introduces you to his new groupmate kim wooseok.

You think you’re going crazy.

The song starts over again- it’s on automatic repeat.

“Ay boy, whatcha say, boy? You tryna play coy, like a gameboy?”

Resisting the urge to chuck something at the speakers, you get up from where you’d been sitting on the floor of the dance studio, and with an unnerving level of calmness, turn the music off.

Your hands are shaking, you notice, as you watch your fingers still set on the spacebar of the computer where the music was hooked up to.

You turn over your shoulder, looking at the mirror. Your face is sullen, especially since you have no makeup on. You can see the dark circles under your eyes from here, all the way across the room.

You sit down on the couch by the computer this time, staring into your own eyes through the mirror.

You’ve been here alone for twelve hours.

Now, twelve hours doesn’t seem that long to be alone. Tons of people live like that, almost every day. Maybe they work from home, or when they go to work or school they don’t socialize, and they stay in their room when they’re in their house.

But at least those people choose to pass their time that way.

You can feel a scream building in your chest, the pent up frustration you’d been trying to rid for the past few hours by practicing the Gayo Daejun routine over and over threatening to spill out.

When your manager Dowoon had showed up at your music studio while Seungyoun was over a few days ago, you didn’t think he’d actually punish you. Sungjoon had never done stuff like that- he was strict about your schedules, and your diets, and your behavior on TV, but he never restricted your freedom the way that Dowoon does.

Dowoon hadn’t yelled or anything like that. You’d opened the door, expecting him to tell you something important- you’d thought that maybe Haeyoung-ssaem had decided to call you all to dance practice and she’d let your manager know first instead of texting you. Instead, Dowoon told you he was coming to check up on you since the secretary at the desk told him you’d come upstairs with a guy.

He’d kicked out Seungyoun, who was pretty obviously confused and surprised by the whole thing, in just a few short words. And then, that was when Dowoon starting yelling.

After he was done lecturing you about being irresponsible, that you knew you weren’t supposed to be dating (ignoring you when you tried to insist that Seungyoun was just a friend), that he couldn’t believe you’d brought a boy into your studio… after all of that, you thought it was over. You’d gotten yelled at like a kid who made trouble in school, and for how embarrassing and upsetting it was, you thought that was it.

But then, Kim Dowoon said that you would work from morning to night for the next week. No phone while away from the dorm, and only ever seeing the members and the managers, when necessary.

You really think you’re going crazy.

Knock.

The sound of someone’s fist rapping against the wood of the studio door surprises you enough that you jump a little, but you settle back into the couch, thinking that you imagined it. Who knocks just once, anyway?

Knock.

Your eyes snap to the door, looking through the mirror. There’s a window in the door, but Dowoon taped a piece of black paper over it so you wouldn’t be able to see if it was him coming or not.

Yeah, you have a great head manager.

You get up with a sigh, figuring that it probably is him, and he’s going to yell at you for not practicing. You grasp the door handle and pull, finding it unbelievably hard to open.

“Look, I took a break because I’ve been dancing for 3 hours-” you start, trying to justify why there wasn’t music playing. And then you look up, shutting your mouth abruptly, and then opening it again in shock. “What the hell?!”

Kim Wooseok is standing in front of you, in a black coat, face empty of glasses and head empty of a hat, but hands not-empty.

“I brought food,” he says, holding up two bags of some kind of takeout.

Still in awe, your mouth hangs open, staring at him like he’s some kind of angel. Well, with that face, and the fact that he has food, angel is not far off from accurate.

“Get in here quickly,” you say, snapping to your senses when you hear footsteps in the hallway. Wooseok gets the memo and slides past you into the studio, you shutting the door and locking it behind him. You told Dowoon you’d lock it, so it wouldn’t be out of place.

Wooseok is looking around the room when you turn around, nodding to himself. “Nice studio. Smells like sweat, though.”

“I wonder why,” you respond sarcastically, setting the fan higher to get the air moving.

He looks over at you, a slight frown drawing his brows together. “Have you really been in here by yourself the whole day?”

That in turn makes you frown, realizing that for Wooseok to have shown up here, he must have known your situation. “How’d you know that?”

Wooseok sighs, setting down the bags of takeout on the floor and starting to take off his coat. “Seungyoun told us a couple days ago that your manager showed up while the two of you were hanging out together in your music studio, and he got suddenly kicked out. I tried texting you the past few days but you never answered. Earlier, I saw Yoon Eunmi in our company building, so I asked her where you were. She explained and I thought it was pretty pitiful, and that I ought to bring you some food.”

You actually laugh at the fact that he called you pitiful, which momentarily amazes you, because you did not think you had enough energy left in you to laugh at something. You shake your head to get back to your senses. “Well, I appreciate you showing up. Like, a lot. I’m losing my fucking mind.”

“So you have been in here all day alone,” Wooseok says, draping his coat over the couch. He gives you a somewhat judgy look. “I’m guessing that’s why you look like… that?”

Suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about your sweaty hair, sweaty skin, and sweaty clothes, you turn slightly away, tugging your hair out of it’s ponytail so it might dry out quicker. “Yep. Twelve hours. Straight dancing.”

“Did you eat lunch?” Wooseok sits down on the floor, which surprises you, considering how hesitant he was to sit on the step by the river. He starts undoing the plastic wrapping around the takeout, and despite your shyness, you peek by looking at the mirror.

Your stomach immediately rumbles when you see the bowls of jajangmyeon- and some bulgogi on the side? Unusual, but you’re not complaining. “Do you really think that the guy who locked me in a dance studio the whole day was going to tell me to have a hearty meal halfway through?”

In response, the man on the floor just gives you an unimpressed look. “Then come eat.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” you mumble, sitting and scooting over so that you’re across from Wooseok. You crack apart some chopsticks and take one of the bowls of noodles for yourself, hoping he doesn’t mind that you’re about to dig in like you’ve been starved for months. You can’t help the fact that you have an appetite.

Both of you eat in silence for a while. You’re practically inhaling the meal, while Wooseok eats more quietly and calmly, but he doesn’t give you any more judgemental looks. You think he actually does feel bad for you, and is trying to hide it with his prickly personality.

“By the way, Wooseok-ssi-” you start, but stop when said person waves his hand.

“Let’s drop the formalities,” he says. “This is the third time we’ve met up together, and you send me enough random pictures that I feel weird calling you ‘ssi’ still.”

“Those are memes, not just pictures,” you say under your breath, ignoring his glare. “Okay, fine by me. What should I call you, then? Sunbae?”

Wooseok’s nose scrunches a little. “That’s barely an improvement.”

Feeling energized enough to be annoying (thanks to the food), a sly smile slips onto your lips as you twirl the chopsticks around in your fingers. “Really? What else is there, then?”

He really glares this time. “I don’t understand why you have to make everything uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” you repeat, eyes wide. “Hm. I wasn’t feeling that way. I think it’s just you.”

“I’m older than you and I’ve unfortunately seen a lot of you the past two months,” Wooseok says, then glances away as he mutters the last part. “...So just call me oppa.”

You can’t help but internally cringe-laugh a little bit, because honestly, you tend to call as few people by that as possible, but you can tell that this will be an easy way to tease Wooseok, so you’re going to go with it.

You shrug. “Whatever, that works for me. You seem like the type to be into girls calling you that, so I figured you’d ask eventually.”

“What?” he exclaims, pointing a chopstick at you dangerously. “Don’t make it sound weird.”

“It’s not weird, tons of guys are like that,” you say, trying to hold back laughter.

“Yah,” Wooseok jabs the chopstick in your direction. “L/N Y/N.”

“Don’t you mean Y/N-ah?” you smile sweetly. “Oppa?”

He sighs deeply, shaking his head. “I forgot what you’re like. I can already feel a headache coming on.”

“Can you pass the meat?” you ask, ignoring his shady comment.

Wooseok wordlessly hands it over, taking off the lid for you. You mumble a thanks and keep eating, finally starting to feel full after finishing up the jajangmyeon and splitting half of the bulgogi with Wooseok.

You set down your chopsticks across the bowl and let out a “phew!”, pressing your hands to your stomach. “That was so good. You’re my savior.”

Although you spoke in a lighthearted manner, Wooseok doesn’t laugh (which isn’t surprising), but when you meet his eyes, he doesn’t even look the slightest bit amused.

“What?” you question, frowning.

“It’s not right that you got locked up in here and you didn’t even get to eat,” he says, looking down and pushing around what’s left in his bowl. “I think you should talk to your CEO about finding a new manager.”

You laugh sharply. “Fat chance. Dowoon-oppa got picked specifically by the CEO because he’s managed other girl groups in the past and kept them out of scandals. I guess this is how.”

“I’m guessing this isn’t the first shitty thing he’s done to you?” Wooseok says, a displeased expression taking over his face.

You shift uncomfortably. In terms of bad managers, you’ve heard a lot of horror stories, especially from your female seniors, that make you feel like Dowoon isn’t that bad. You don’t want to aimlessly complain about things that aren’t that uncommon in the industry.

“Y/N-ah,” Wooseok says, catching you off guard. You meet his gaze, and it’s probably the softest you’ve ever seen him look at you. He seems a little bit awkward at the same time, like he’s not used to this kind of situation, but he clears his throat nonetheless and goes on. “Just tell me.”

You sigh, leaning back on your hands. “It’s not like it’s that bad, it’s just really different from before… I mean, we already finished promoting ages ago but because of the year-end shows he said that if he catches us gaining any weight at all he’s sending a supervisor with us anywhere we go to make sure we don’t eat too much. He’s been making us get on the scale when we get back from somewhere when he wasn’t with us. Our schedule has gotten so much tighter since he started… we used to get days off every once in a while, or at least not work the whole day, but he doesn’t care. He just schedules as many things as possible.”

You run your hands through your hair, letting out a noise of frustration. “And not to mention the fact that even though I’m the one who got in trouble for hanging out with Seungyoun, he shut down my members’ plans for their free time because he “can’t trust us”. So now they’re also getting punished even though they didn’t do anything, and it’s not like I even did something this bad…”

You risk a glance at Wooseok, and he’s frowning. He takes a deep breath, and then sighs deeply too.

“...It’s hard, right?” he says, and you think he’s planning to go on, but something about that phrase tugs at your heartstrings, and you suddenly feel tears welling up in your eyes.

Wooseok is quiet again, and you hate that, because now you’re trying really hard to blink your tears back into your eyeballs, but you keep sniffling, and it’s definitely obvious that you’re about to cry-

Without saying anything, Wooseok scoots over to you, lightly and cautiously wrapping his left arm around your shoulders. You can feel that he still has that awkward air about him, but you don’t really care, because you appreciate that he’s at least trying to comfort you when he doesn’t have to.

“Just let it out,” Wooseok says quietly, patting your shoulder. “You’ll feel better.”

So you do.

You’re laying in your bed that night, Soohyun cuddling with you despite the fact that you both barely fit.

“Unnie, get off your phone,” she mumbles, her face on your chest. “I wanna hug you.”

“You big baby,” you playfully shove her away. “I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what?” before you have time to protect yourself and your phone, Soohyun snatches it out of your hand and rolls to the other end of the bed, laughing maniacally as stands up and holds your phone out of your reach. Curse that child for being taller than you.

“Whatever,” you grumble, sitting back down on the bed. “Look at it all you want.”

Soohyun gasps in an almost theatrical way, dropping down from her standing position. “I thought it’d be about Cho Seungyoun, but what is this? A new challenger? For Y/N-unnie’s heart?”

You shove her again. “It is not like that. This man saved my life today.”

“Huh?” Soohyun raises her brows. “Did you have a secret visitor at the dance studio?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” you hum, shrugging. “He brought me food and stuff.”

“He brought you food?” Soohyun exclaims. “Then why did you act like you were starving and beg Eunmi-unnie to make something when you got home?”

“I did not beg!” astounded, you point your finger in Soohyun’s face. “She totally offered first! Did you expect me to turn down a meal?”

She settles down, crossing her arms. “I guess not.”

After a few seconds, you decide to try taking back your phone, sneakily reaching over to hopefully pull it out of Soohyun’s hand before she notices your intentions. Unfortunately, your plan is foiled when she seems to remember that she has it and starts scrolling through your messages with Wooseok again.

“Dang, you send him so much stuff and he barely replies,” Soohyun says, then gives you a sympathetic look. “But I know you have no shame, so that’s not really surprising.”

“You’re such a brat,” you tell her, but without malice. She shrugs, smiling, and keeps scrolling.

“So who is this? He looks super familiar.”

“It’s Seungyoun’s groupmate Kim Wooseok,” you explain, adjusting your spot and leaning on her shoulder so you can see as she looks through your texts with Wooseok. “I met him at a dinner that Seungyoun brought him to like three months ago.”

Soohyun laughs out loud when she sees that you’ve sent selfies. “Unnie, are you serious? Why would you already send him a selfie only three weeks after he first ever texted you? Do you actually like him or something?”

“No way,” you say, internally cringing at yourself. Why did you send him that? You look so tired, even with makeup on.

Well, you guess he saw you today with no makeup and also sweat pouring down your face, and also when you were awkwardly crying, so… whatever?

“He’s handsome,” Soohyun comments, tapping on the contact icon. She giggles again. “Why’d you set a fansign picture as his image?”

“Because he looks good there,” you shrug. “Oh!” you take your phone from her, ignoring the whining coming from your right.

You tap edit and then delete ‘Kim Wooseok-ssi’ from the contact name bar, typing in ‘Wooseok-oppa’ instead.

From your right, you hear a teasing “ooooooooo” sound, and look over to see Soohyun smirking, wiggling her brows. “Oppa?”

“He told me to call him that, so I’m gonna,” you respond, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Hm.” she looks just as smug still. “I think this is perfect. I give you my blessing to keep seeing him so you can get over Cho Seungyoun.”

“I told you I don’t like Wooseok like that,” you grumble, moving away from her to get back under the covers and lie down. Soohyun follows you, tucking herself in and wrapping her arms around your waist again.

“Maybe not, but he might like you, and then you could grow to like him back, and it will be the most beautiful love story that will inspire our best album yet-”

“Huh?” you cut her off, giving her a weird look. “Why would you think Wooseok likes me?”

“Why else does someone sneak into another company’s building after coincidentally hearing that a girl they know has been locked up by her demon-manager, with food in tow?”

“Uh, because they’re a good person,” you say like it’s obvious. “Not everything is about romance.”

“But I want it to be,” Soohyun whines, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. “It would be so cute.”

Ding!

You both look at your phone (well, Soohyun tries, but she’s put herself in a position where it’s hard to see your hands) as soon as the message pops up on your home screen.

Y/N-ah. Cheer up. Let’s eat something nicer next time.

You can’t help the smile that spreads over your lips, not really hearing Soohyun complain about not being able to see who texted you.

Your choice!

You send, and then snicker to yourself as you continue.

...Oppa ;)

You can already imagine Wooseok shaking his head in exasperation.

“Unnie!” Soohyun tugs on your arm. “Let me see!”

“Nope,” you tell her, reaching over to put your phone on your nightstand, and switching off the light. “It’s bedtime.”

By the next time you’re able to meet up with your friends, most of award season has passed, meaning everyone’s schedules have cleared out more. In your case, your manager Dowoon has finally relaxed a little- for the past couple of weeks he’s been letting you and your members do what you want during your free time (which you’re also slowly getting more of) and isn’t being as strict on your weights and diets.

So when Jimin calls you asking if you want to meet up and have a drink at her place, you’re quick to agree.

You get to her apartment at around seven in the evening, having spent the earlier part of your day at the dance studio (by choice this time). You feel full of energy and your mood is high after having just messed around at the studio, dancing to whatever songs you felt like since you have no choreography to stress about right now.

You knock on Jimin’s door as soon as you walk up to it- she had to let you into the building anyway so she knows it’s you.

“Y/N!” she exclaims, grinning when she opens the door.

“Hey!” you laugh as you hug, Jimin then standing to the side to let you in. You take off your shoes and padded jacket, leaving it on the hook by the door, and start walking to the kitchen, her following.

“You look comfy,” she comments, so you do a little twirl, showing off your big pink sweater and oversized sweatpants.

“It’s a fit, right?” you ask, flipping your hair and posing like you’re at a photoshoot. “It gets better though.”

“Oooo,” Jimin holds up a finger as you sit down on one of the stools at her breakfast bar, setting your bag down. “Let me guess: sock message?”

You hold up your feet in response. Jimin laughs when she reads what the bottoms say, which is “If you can read this” on the right one and “bring me a drink” on the left.

“I’ll get to it then,” she says, heading over to the fridge, from which she pulls a few bottles of soju and a case of beer.

“Don’t let me do any shots tonight,” you tell her, reaching over to the edge of the counter to grab the stack of delivery places’ leaflets and ads. “What should we order?”

“Oh, Seungyoun’s bringing food,” Jimin says as she cracks open a beer bottle. Your jaw drops, smacking the flyers you were holding down on the counter.

“What?” you exclaim, apparently surprising your friend, who gives you a questioning look. “You did not tell me Seungyoun was coming.”

“Oh,” Jimin says, her lips forming the same shape. “Well, I invited everyone but only you, Seungyoun, and Vernon could come. I think the two of them are coming together in like half an hour.”

Groaning, you drop your head into your hands. “I thought it was gonna be a girls’ night. Do you see how I look right now? This is a girls’ night outfit!”

“Who cares?” Jimin says, shrugging. “It’s just Seungyoun and Vernon. I’m sure they’ve seen you in a sweater before.”

She might think she’s right, but you always dress nicer when you know Seungyoun is going to be somewhere. He’s definitely seen you on facetime or in pictures looking like garbage, but not in person. You’re basically in pajamas right now, with unstyled, messy hair and no makeup on at all.

Goddamnit.

“Do you have any makeup I can put on? They’re gonna judge my bare face,” you whine, making sure to include Vernon in the judging too so Jimin doesn’t get suspicious.

“They are so not,” is all she says, handing you a glass with the somaek she just mixed. “Drink this and relax.”

You sigh, accepting your fate, and take the drink, downing half of it in one go. You weren’t allowed to drink during your diet for all of December, so you’re craving the feeling of being a little tipsy.

Lo and behold, by the time there’s knocking on the door around twenty minutes later, you’re already on your second drink, despite knowing you should slow down. For some reason, you’re feeling very anxious about seeing Seungyoun again for the first time after he got kicked out of your music studio. That was over a month ago, and you’ve thought it over a million times since then. He’d never texted you. Maybe he wasn’t sure if you had your phone or not, and didn’t want to get you in trouble if you didn’t.

Or maybe he just didn’t care to.

That thought makes you feel sick enough to take another long swig of you drink as Jimin gets up to open the door.

“We brought chicken!” Seungyoun’s voice rings out into the apartment, drawing your attention immediately. You stand from where you’d been sitting on the floor by the couch and walk over to the entrance, eyes widening in surprise when you see who’s actually here.

“Sahee!” Jimin exclaims, hugging the girl that’s behind Seungyoun and Vernon. “It’s been forever!”

“I know, right,” said girl, Sahee, replies with a grin. She turns to you, noticing you before the others do. “You must be Y/N! I’ve been dying to meet you.”

“Hello,” you say, bowing your head politely since you can’t tell if she’s older than you. Shocking you enough that you almost drop your drink, the girl embraces you suddenly, then pulls back with her hands gripping your shoulders.

“I’ve heard so much about you from Seungyoun, I think we’ll totally be friends! You’re so much prettier in real life, too. I always see your face when I go shopping!”

You laugh, somewhat awkwardly because not only are you confused, you’re a little uncomfortable. “Oh, thank you.”

You’re not sure why, but part of your disappointment at Seungyoun bringing a girl along with him is that he didn’t bring Wooseok. You think you ought to text him later and ask why he didn’t come.

“Everyone come sit down,” Jimin says as Sahee lets you go. You avoid Seungyoun’s gaze as you all start walking back over to where you’d been before, instead greeting Vernon and helping him carry one of the boxes of chicken.

You sit down between Jimin and Vernon, Seungyoun and Sahee ending up across from you. Immediately, you finish what was left in your drink.

“Soooo,” Sahee starts, opening up one of the boxes and putting a few pieces of chicken on all of the plates you set out before. “We should celebrate Seungyoun, Vernon, and Y/N’s awards from this season with a toast!”

Everyone cheers, and you cheer along, clapping your hands as Jimin pours the drinks. Your group hadn’t won a lot of awards by any means- the competition is fierce among girl groups. Despite that, standing up on stage and accepting what you did win is a memory you’ll never forget.

You all clink glasses and then drink- but since you’re attempting to be sensible and not pass out, you just take a sip.

“Oh- by the way, Y/N,” Jimin says once everyone sets their glasses down. You glance over, having picked up a chicken leg and prepared yourself to eat it. “Sahee is an old friend of ours, she’s a composer.”

She’s a friend.

You almost sigh in relief, but instead just smile at Sahee. “It’s nice to meet you, sunbaenim.”

She waves her hand. “Just call me Sahee-unnie. I’m not big on formalities.”

You nod, biting into your food.

The conversation goes on from there, and you find Sahee a lot nicer and more interesting than you had expected. Or maybe you just didn’t want to like her off the bat because she showed up with Seungyoun and you were afraid they were dating. Either way, you manage to avoid talking directly with Seungyoun because everyone else fills up the conversation so well.

After about an hour, you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

When you come back out, Sahee is standing in front of the door, leaning against the wall like she was waiting.

“Oh, sorry,” you tell her with a sheepish smile. “I took a minute to fix my hair.”

“No worries!” she says. “I wasn’t waiting for the bathroom, I was waiting for you.”

You raise your brows, surprised. “Oh, really?”

Sahee nods, smiling. “Can you come out onto the balcony with me?”

You nod slowly. “Uh, sure.”

You follow Sahee out through Jimin’s bedroom and onto her balcony, a little confused as the girl beside you casually leans on the railing. She smiles over at you, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Sorry if this is weird,” she says. “I just don’t want anyone else to hear.”

“Oh, okay,” you respond, quietly. You tug at your fingers, feeling nervous for some reason. You shuffle your feet, but kind of lose your balance. Sahee reaches out and stabilizes you, chuckling.

“You’re pretty tipsy, huh?” she pats your arm. “I can’t get drunk around Seungyoun. I’m scared that if I do, I’ll accidentally tell him how I feel.”

It takes a moment for her words to register in your head.

“How you… feel?” you repeat, frowning.

Sahee laughs under her breath, shaking her head. “I know this sounds ridiculous, but I needed to meet you. I know Seungyoun trusts you, he adores you like you’re his real little sister. I’ve loved him for years. I just need someone to… someone to figure out how he feels about me. Someone to make me look good. I can’t handle it being one-sided anymore.” she looks at you, eyes full of hope. “Would you do that for me?”

Your head spins.

“...Huh?” is all you manage to say, cold from shock. “You want me to… what?”

“Y/N-ah,” Sahee says, taking both of your hands in hers and standing face to face with you. She clutches them, her grip tight, her long nails digging into your skin. “Please. Please do this for me.”

You stare at her, your mouth hanging slightly open. “I don’t… I don’t know if that’s fair of me… shouldn’t you just…” you swallow, hating yourself as you say the words. “Shouldn’t you just tell him yourself?”

Hypocrite.

That’s what you are.

“Please, Y/N,” Sahee practically begs, tugging at your hands. “I’m asking you girl-to-girl. I’m sure you’ve felt this way before. Please.”

Your stomach turns, and you lurch away from her, pressing your hands over your mouth. You vaguely hear Sahee gasp and ask if you’re okay. Your hands shake and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to mutter something about being fine. Sahee’s hand wraps around your wrist and you feel her try to pull you back into the apartment, but you pull back, letting go of your mouth.

“I just need some air,” you tell her, shaking your head. “I’m sorry. Just give me a minute. I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry,” she says, but you start tuning her out, clutching the rail so tightly that your knuckles turn white, and dipping your head down so that your forehead rests on it between them.

Sahee leaves when you don’t lift your head back up for a few minutes. She probably went to tell them that you’re feeling sick and wanted a minute alone outside.

Hands shaking, you finally let go of the rail, and take your phone out of your pocket. You open your messages, searching for Kim Wooseok.

i need to talk to you. are you busy tonight?

You send it without thinking much, taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself. He answers right away.

What’s wrong?

Your fingers are trembling so hard that you mess up and have to retype your message over and over again.

i just have to ask you something. it’s urgent. i need to get out of here

Once again, he replies instantly.

Where are you? I’ll come get you.

You sigh in relief, sending him Jimin’s address.

I can be there in twenty minutes, is that too long?

no, i’ll be outside the building

You send, and then after a moment’s hesitation, continue.

thank you

Wooseok doesn’t respond to that one.

You sigh again, shoving your phone back in your pocket after looking at the time. You run your hands through your hair, and shake them around, trying to stop the trembling.

You figure that you’ll kill some time by just staying out here, the thought of going back into the living room with both Sahee and Seungyoun present making your stomach flip again. You feel a little dizzy, so you sit down against the wall, looking out over the city.

You tip your head back against the wall, shutting your eyes.

You open them again, because all you see is Sahee’s face in front of you.

What did she say? That he adores you like you’re his real little sister. That she’s loved him for years. She’s known him for years. Probably much longer than you. What if he loves her back?

He adores you like a little sister.

You want to scream. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol that’s making you feel like shit or those words.

You pull your phone out and check the time, but only three minutes have passed since Wooseok last texted you.

“Y/N-ah?”

Your head snaps to the side, eyes wide when you find Seungyoun standing in the doorway, looking down at you with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks, sitting down beside you as soon as you catch his eye. You turn off your phone hurriedly.

“I’m fine,” you say, looking away. “Just felt sick all of a sudden. It’s probably because I haven’t eaten that stuff in a while.”

Seungyoun’s hand lands on your head. He smooths it over your hair, presumably trying to comfort you. “Do you want me to take you home? You drank a lot.”

You shake your head quickly. “No, no! I’m gonna take a taxi, I’m gonna leave in a few, so…”

“Why don’t I just take you?” he asks again, sounding more insistent. “That way I’ll know for sure that you got home safe. You never text me when you get home after you take a taxi.”

“I’ll be fine,” you say, glancing over and trying your best to give him a reassuring smile. “I’m gonna go now.” you stand, his hand slipping away from you.

Seungyoun stands too, frowning. “...Fine. Let me walk you downstairs then.”

“You don’t need to,” you tell him, shaking your head again. “I’m not drunk, I promise.”

“I know you had three drinks, Y/N,” he says, frown deepening. “There’s no way that you’re sober.”

“My tolerance is high, you know that,” you try to smile again. “I’m gonna go now. I’ll see you soon.”

“Y/N,” Seungyoun says, sounding more serious.

He grabs your wrist when you try to move past him. You avoid looking him in the eye.

“...Is there something wrong?” he asks, his voice sounding a little strained. “We haven’t talked since your manager showed up at your studio, and I can tell that you’ve been avoiding talking to me the whole night. Are you okay? Did your manager tell you not to talk to me or something?”

You hesitate to answer, considering telling him yes. Maybe if you say that, he’ll just leave you alone…

“No,” you say, unable to lie to his face like this. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Yes you are,” Seungyoun’s hand slips from your wrist to your hand and squeezes it. “Tell me if there’s something wrong. If you don’t tell me I can’t fix it.”

You can feel your hands start to shake again, hating for the first time the way his skin feels against yours.

There are so many things wrong, you say in your head.

There are so many things you wish you could tell him. Or maybe it’s just one.

You feel like your chest is going to explode. You think you might start crying or screaming if you stay here.

“I’m not, I promise,” you say, out of breath, unable to look at him. Your breath starts quickening, and you feel a panic attack coming on. “I really need to go now.”

“Let me take you-” he starts, but you pull your hand away fiercely.

“I don’t want you to,” you manage to force out. “I’m sorry.”

You catch Seungyoun’s eye as you push past him.

He looks hurt.

It hurts you.

In the living room, you bow your head to your friends, and talk quickly. “I’m so sorry but I’m going to go home, I don’t feel well.”

“Are you sure?” Jimin stands, her brows furrowed in concern. “You can sleep in my bed if you want, Y/N.”

“No, I already called a taxi,” you tell her. “Thank you, though.”

“...Alright,” she says. “Have a safe ride. Text when you get back.”

“Sure,” you say, and turn to Vernon and Sahee. “Bye. It was nice meeting you, Sahee-unnie.”

“You too,” she says, but barely glances at you when she says it.

After hurriedly putting on your shoes, you grab your bag and coat and with a wave, leave the apartment, rushing to the elevator.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief as soon as you step outside the apartment building, feeling half the pressure in your chest alleviate right away. You flip the hood of your jacket over your head, zipping it up as you’d been in such a rush that you forgot before.

You take your phone out, checking how long it’s been since your conversation with Wooseok. Only ten minutes.

You sigh, and look around for a bench to sit on. There isn’t one, but across the street is a convenience store with some tables in front. Your vision is a little blurry from the stress and the three drinks, but you willfully ignore the fact that it’s dangerous, and cross the street.

Since you luckily weren’t hit by a car in your mildly disoriented state, you sit down at one of the tables and go on your phone, opening and closing various social media apps. You even open your email, although there’s not much in there you care to see right now.

Where are you?

The text banner appears at the top of your screen. You tap it instantly.

convenience store table across the street

You’re expecting to see Wooseok walking up to you. You’re not expecting a car window to roll down a few feet away and see half of his face poking out about a minute later.

He wordlessly gestures with his head for you to get in, so you walk around to the other side of the car and get into the passenger seat, sighing as soon as you sit down. You put your seatbelt on and lean back, letting your eyes fall shut.

You feel a little calmer, in this enclosed, quiet space with him.

Wooseok doesn’t say anything. He just starts driving.

You think it’s probably at least ten minutes later when he finally parks somewhere. You open your eyes and turn towards him, undoing your seatbelt so you can be more comfortable.

Wooseok is looking at you with a vague expression. “Why’d you want to talk?” he asks, straight to the point.

Your teeth latch onto your lower lip, and you start tugging on your fingers. “I…” you take a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “...Don’t update me about Seungyoun anymore.”

Wooseok frowns. “Why not? Did you get over him or something?”

You shake your head, looking down at your hands. “It’s not that. I just… I just don’t want that anymore. I don’t… I don’t think it’s right to do that. Or to ask that of you. I just don’t want it anymore.”

“...Okay,” Wooseok says. When you glance back up at him, he looks a little apprehensive. “Did something happen?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” you mutter, watching your hands again. “I just wanted to talk to you. You make me feel better.”

“What do you want to talk about then?” he asks, being more patient than you expected.

“Tell me about yourself.” you answer. “I’m sorry if it’s selfish, but I could use a distraction.”

“...It’s okay to be selfish, sometimes.” he says, but it almost sounds like he’s saying it to himself. “Fine. I’ll talk about myself. But don’t just sit there and not say anything.”

You smile over at him. “Thanks, Wooseok-oppa.”

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ACITW AU one-shot “Together Apart” (Rated M)

Summary: With Kurt in New York, performing in New Year's Rockin' Eve, and Sebastian partying with his brother in Westerville like old times, it looks like Kurt and Sebastian will be spending this holiday apart ... and Kurt is not okay with that. (2515 words)

Notes: I always liked this one because it showed that just because Sebastian is rich and could easily take care of Kurt for the rest of his life, Kurt never gave up his dreams. He went to NYADA and is now performing on Broadway. Besides, I'm a sap for stories that manage to pull it all together at the buzzer, so to speak. Fluff and romance with plenty of throwbacks to the original story.

Read on AO3.

“Stupid … frickin’ … useless … WiFi …” Kurt mutters, slapping his phone against the palm of his hand with each word, as if battering the thing will jostle the electronics and force it to work. “Overpriced … piece … of garbage …”

“Still can’t get FaceTime to connect?”

“No,” Kurt growls. “I’ve deleted it and downloaded it about a dozen times and it keeps freezing up on me. Instagram, too. Dammit! Why do we let AT&T soak us for Broadband if it’s not going to work during the important times, like bank holidays and inclement weather?”

“That’s my bad,” Sebastian says. “I forgot to select the Defy Act of God add-on when I renewed our service.”

“Bastard. Always letting me down.” Kurt spins on his his heel and flops down on his back on the bed. “I guess we’re going to have to talk into the phone … like cavemen.”

“Ooo … cavemen,” Sebastian purrs. “We haven’t roleplayed that before. Sounds primal. Now that’s a concept I can get behind.”

“It’d be easier for you to get behind it if you were actually here.”

“I know, babe, I know. But on the bright side, phone sex is a viable option.”

Kurt closes his eyes and sighs, deflating into his pillowcase and his down duvet. The fingers of his free hand find his forehead and massage, attempting to knead away the pounding in his sleep deprived brain. “Are we really going to do this over the phone?”

“Yes. Hence the mention of phone sex.”

“No, I mean celebrate New Year’s. The way things stand, we’re better off calling it a night, wait till you get here tomorrow to celebrate. I really want to take off my clothes, hop in a hot shower, and boil the skin off my bones.”

“Without me?”

“Again, you’re not here …”

“Exactly! We’ve never missed a New Year’s together! Even when we were separated, you were my New Year’s kiss! Now I know you’ve spent yet another taxing evening as a winged marmoset but I’m sorry. You’re going to have to wait one more hour to turn yourself into human stew because I am not spending New Year’s Eve without my kiss!”

Kurt bites his lower lip, holding back a laugh. He doesn’t want to encourage Sebastian. But he ends up snorting which, in terms of laughter, is much worse. Sometimes Kurt thinks Sebastian should have attended NYADA and been the musical theater major since he’s the real drama queen in their relationship. “And how do you intend on getting a kiss from me from over five hundred miles away when we can’t even FaceTime?”

“May I bring your attention back to the topic of phone sex? It’s something I know you’re exceedingly familiar with.”

“Ha … ha …”

From somewhere in the distance, a wave of laughter erupts, as if half the population of Westerville has been listening to Sebastian ply his adolescent wit. Kurt rolls his eyes, grimacing at his phone so hard, his head goes from dull pang to steady throb.

“Why bother?” he sniffs. “From the sounds of it, you’re having the time of your life at your folks’. What? Did Julian and Cooper rope you into one of your famous parties while your parents are away? Trying to recapture the good old days?”

Sebastian makes a non-committal noise. “It’s not a party without you. Besides, I’m not about that life anymore.” He huffs. “Even when I was about that life, I wasn’t about that life.”

“Liar.”

“Fine. Let’s say I wasn’t about that life after I fell head over heels in love with you.”

“And when was that?”

“Earlier than you’re willing to believe.”

“Sure,” Kurt grumbles, proving Sebastian right. It’s not that he doesn’t believe Sebastian. He’s too bitter at the moment to think favorably about anything. He sighs again, debating between climbing underneath the covers fully clothed or trundling off to the kitchen for a bottle of water and a couple aspirin.

Neither wins.

“So what is going on where you are right now?” he asks, his insides roaring with jealousy before he even gets an answer.

“Where I am right now?” Sebastian repeats, singling those words out - the lynchpin to a loophole. Because the party of the century could very well be bumping in the house around him, but if Sebastian has holed himself up in a bathroom, or his old bedroom, then technically he’s not partaking in the festivities. But from the constant static of music and laughter behind him, Kurt doesn’t think that’s the case. “Not much. Hanging with a bunch of drunk randos I don’t know, listening to music that makes me want to puke in my shoes.”

“There’s an image.” Kurt chuckles, not for long but loud enough to regret it. “Can I assume then that you’re a bit sloshed yourself?”

“Not at all. I’ve had the sum total of one Seagram’s.”

Kurt makes a face. If that’s what Julian is supplying their guests, he’s really scraping the bottom of the barrel. Or did they run out of the good stuff early on and have to make a 7-11 run? Or, more to the point, have some poor schlub from DoorDash make a 7-11 run? “Would that be vodka or gin?”

“Uh … no.” Sebastian clears his throat uncomfortably. “More like … uh …”

Amusement and confusion burn a slow smile across Kurt’s tired mouth. What in the world could it be that it’s taking Sebastian this long to answer? “Come on, Smythe! Cough it up! What was this mystery drink?”

“It was … an … ahem … Orange Sassy Swirl.”

The last three words tumble out of Sebastian’s mouth like a skydiver without a parachute.

“Oh, Sebastian. No,” Kurt commiserates earnestly, wondering at what level of desperation Sebastian would actively submit to imbibing anything that goes by the name Orange Sassy Swirl when he had once balked at ordering Kurt a much more respectable apple-tini. “Say it ain’t so.”

“What about you?” Sebastian side-steps swiftly, obviously unwilling to divulge what led him to pick a beverage with such a ludicrous name. “Hit up any noteworthy shindigs?”

“Nope. I took off my makeup after we recorded our part for New Year’s Rockin’ Eve and headed straight back to our place.”

“None of your theater buddies had anything planned? You guys have some heavy hitters in your cast of Wicked. Not a one of them is throwing a party?”

“It’s not that. Idina and Kristin both had prior engagements, of course, but most of the cast had somewhere to go. A few invitations made it my way, I won’t lie. Being a Flying Monkey has its perks after all. But that’s not the point.”

“And what is the point, monkey man?”

“The point is that even though I’m living the dream, I’d much rather be with you, drinking your brother’s wacky alcoholic concoctions in his never ending quest to get me as drunk as possible. We’d stumble upstairs to slow dance in your old bedroom till midnight then, right when the ball drops …”

“Yeah?”

“We’d bone.”

Sebastian barks a laugh the way Kurt had hoped. God, he misses that laugh, the smile that accompanies it, the way both light up Sebastian’s face. With his eyes shut and Sebastian’s voice in his ear, Kurt can see his face so clearly it makes his heart hurt.

“There’s my hopeless romantic,” Sebastian says when he catches his breath.

“And even though New Year’s is a completely made up holiday …”

“Kurt! They’re all made up!”

“I mean the whole concept of a holiday that celebrates the passage of time without the inclusion of some sort of harvest because time itself is a man-made construct …”

“Here we go again …” Sebastian mumbles under his breath. Oddly, he sounds like he’s out of breath and racing through traffic. Most likely multitasking, Kurt thinks. Playing a video game while talking on the phone. Kurt remembers way back when when he, Sebastian, Julian, Finn, and Puck would spend the bulk of Julian and Sebastian’s annual New Year’s Eve blowout kicking each others’ asses at GTA - much to the dismay of their hornier guests, who’d been banking on some kind of show from the Smythes. They eventually did get one since their friendly game turned into strip GTA once Julian, Finn, and Puck got decently buzzed. Any fans of Sebastian’s went away disappointed though since that was around the time he’d squirrel Kurt upstairs so they could ring in the New Year in private.

“There was a time when the calendar didn’t have twelve months. If it wasn’t for the tremendous egos of the Caesar bros …”

“Otherwise known as the salad mavens of ancient Rome …”

“There’d only be ten months!”

“Not to put a wrench in your tirade,” a suddenly winded Sebastian interrupts, “but I don’t think that’s entirely accurate ...”

“I’d be 56 years old!” Kurt rails, uncaring.

“On the up side,” Sebastian says, abandoning his point, “you’d look magnificent for your age. As would I.”

A comfortable but tense silence settles between them, Kurt straining to hear more of what’s going on on Sebastian’s end of the phone while picturing what sort of bedlam Julian has unleashed. But the murmurs of celebration Sebastian is caught up in sound fuzzy and disjointed, shifting and changing as Sebastian (presumably) walks through the house in search of a quiet place to converse.

“Come on, babe,” he says finally. “Tell me what’s on your mind. What’s got you so down on this joyous non-holiday? You usually don’t wax historical unless you can tie it back to the moral of a Sondheim musical.”

“I …” Kurt struggles to come up with a lighthearted, funny response to complement Sebastian’s jab, maybe some mention of his obsession with Indie rock, but he can’t come up with anything. He’s crashing, physically and emotionally, but it’s the emotionally that’s threatening to dismember him on impact. He suddenly can’t help himself his feelings. They’re too overwhelming to control. He knows that the long hours he spent practicing over the past few days set him up for this; the fact that he skipped out on dinner and then completely bypassed the craft services table in his eagerness to get home didn’t help. But it’s the prospect of starting this New Year off alone, for some reason, that’s become too soul shattering to bear. They’re not in high school anymore, where every emotion becomes ratcheted beyond its limits, every moment feels do or die. This shouldn’t be as big a deal as it is. “I miss you. I know we’ve only been apart three days and I know I’m going to see you tomorrow - like, eight short hours from now but … I really miss you. I learned a long time ago that I don’t like being away from you for too long, especially on nights like tonight when pretty much every person in the world is paired up with someone, preparing to share a kiss come midnight, real holiday or no.”

“I feel you …”

Kurt frowns as the sound of a car horn drowns out the end of Sebastian’s sentence. If he’s not actually out in traffic, Kurt has to say the sound effects in GTA 5 are incredible. With that in mind, he wonders if the makers of GTA 5 included a slurring crowd counting down the seconds till midnight as some kind of too-on-the-nose Easter Egg.

“And so it begins.” Sebastian exhales long and deep, and for the first time that night, he doesn’t sound anywhere near festive. He sounds defeated. “How about you count it off for us, babe?”

“Yeah, all right,” Kurt agrees, clearing a sharp-cornered sob from his throat. “10 … 9 … 8 …” He counts by rote, not really listening to himself but to Sebastian’s breathing over the phone, waiting for Kurt to reach one so he can make some ridiculous ‘Mwah!’ noise and go back to his game. Behind closed eyelids, Kurt imagines being at the Smythe house with him, arms wrapped around his waist, lips ghosting his neck as he tries his best to distract him.

He’d succeed, but Sebastian would still win his game. He’s that good.

“... 5 …” Kurt’s voice wavers, his eyes beginning to burn “… 4 … 3 … 2 …”

“... 1 …”

A familiar voice and the press of warm lips against Kurt’s mouth make his eyelids spring open. Moss-green eyes peer into his, steeped in the same level of exhaustion, but even more so, the same level of longing. With his eyes shut, Kurt didn’t see Sebastian come in; didn’t hear him unlock the front door or open the bedroom door over the revelry going on outside, echoing from the TV that he’d put on for white noise and forgotten all about. Besides, Sebastian could walk as quietly as the dead when he wanted to - a talent garnered from years of sneaking out of his house, climbing down trellises and jumping off rooftops in the middle of the night with his parents none the wiser.

“You’re here,” Kurt whispers in a hoarse, relieved voice.

“I am,” Sebastian replies with the addition of another kiss … then another as he climbs onto the bed and straddles his boyfriend.

“You … you didn’t tell me you were coming. You didn’t even hint that you were in the city.”

“I didn’t know if I would make it in time. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“How did you get here?”

“Train. Then an Uber. Until the roads became blocked by pedestrians and I had to get out and hoof it.”

Kurt nods slowly. That explains the incongruous sounds of people interspersed with cars and traffic on his end of the phone. “You’re an asshole.”

“True. But I’m your ...” Sebastian’s face pinches, stuck somewhere between a laugh and scowl when he thinks about the way his comment is about to come across out loud. “You know what? Let’s just say jerk.”

“It would have been nice to have something to look forward to,” Kurt says, shaky arms creeping up around Sebastian’s neck.

“I know.” Sebastian runs the tip of his nose lightly against Kurt’s. “But on the off chance things didn’t work out, I didn’t want to let you down.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Kurt says with the slightest of shrugs.

“Are you happy I’m here?”

“I’ll be happier in five minutes.”

Puzzled, Sebastian’s brows pull together while he fights not to yawn. But he’s so comfortable here in his own bed, with Kurt’s body underneath him, miles away from the mounds of people vying for his attention back in Ohio. “Why? What’s happening in five minutes?”

Kurt’s sad, tired expression grows into a smile that’s positively devious. “You’ll be ready for round two.”

Sebastian grins, reaching over Kurt for the remote to turn off the lights, willing to admit that he walked straight into that burn with his eyes wide open. But an entire morning spent entwined in the arms of the man he loves? That’s worth a little sizzle. “Ouch.”

#Kurtbastian #acitw #acitw au #sebkurt #sekurt

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Godfathers-- Crowley x Aziraphale x Reader (part two)

Request; “Could I get a plantonic X Reader where the reader is pregnant (with a ex-boyfriend’s baby) and Aziraphale and Crowley are very protective of them and the reader unexpectly goes into labor at Azzy’s shop and Crowley attempts to drive everyone to to hospital. And I say attempt as Reader ends up giving birth in Crowley’s car due to traffic.” (anon)

Warnings; none! :)

Word Count; 2.4k

Notes; the wait is finally over! sorry it’s taken me so long to post lol ALSO sorry if it’s not very accurate? i don't know anything about pregnancy, I just know what google tells me lol

"Crowley, are you sure? I really don't want to be a bother," you mumbled. He scoffed and shook his head. He tucked one of the bags he was holding under his arm, allowing himself to better talk with his hand.

"You'll only be a bother if you trash the place. Or be nice to my plants." Crowley paused. He pointed at you before giving you a stern look. "Don't be nice to them. They don't deserve it." You snorted, assuming he was joking. He opened the door to his apartment and motioned you in. You followed him inside, marveling at the place. Everything was spic and span, totally immaculate.

"Beautiful place you've got," you complimented. The tiniest smile crossed Crowley's lips.

His apartment didn't obey the normal laws of physics. It was a bit like the Tardis. The inside made the outside look unbelievable. Crowley was able to change bits of it as he pleased. In this case, he was able to add on an extra bedroom just for you. He set the bags he was carrying on the foot of the bed, glancing around the room before nodding in approval. He always considered himself good at interior design, though he'd never tell anyone that. "A friend of mine is bringing some dinner by. I just ordered some takeout, hope you don't mind." When you shook your head, he continued, "Good. Now, the entire place is soundproofed, so you can vent... or scream... or cry... or whatever it is people do after a heartbreak."

"Thank you, Crowley. I really appreciate it." He nodded and sauntered out of the room, leaving you to unpack your belongings.

You were changing into some more comfortable clothes when you heard muffled voices from the other side of the bedroom door. The rational, mature part of your mind told you that it would be rude to eavesdrop, but the curious, monkey side of your brain kept chanting about how you should listen in. It's not difficult to understand which side won. You pressed your ear against the door, straining to catch some of their conversation.

"...doing is nice, Crowley."

"Oh, shut up."

"You know, if you could whip up a whole new room, you could have miricaled a couch. Or at least another chair or two." Your brows furrowed. Miracles?

"Well, I wasn't thinking about that, Aziraphale. I've never had someone else stay here before!"

"Lucky for you, I have an idea since it'd be too obvious to add any new furniture at this point... Bean bags!"

"No. Absolutely not. I will not allow those abominations in my flat." You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing. As much as you wanted to stay in hiding and hear where the conversation would go next, your stomach's demonstration of whale noises reminded you that that was not an option. You slowly pulled the door open, poking your head out and glancing around. Crowley had his back to you, but the newcomer caught sight of you from over Crowley's shoulder. He flashed you a bright smile. At the time, you didn't know him very well, but you recognized him from his occasional visits to Crowley's. His fluffy hair and out of date clothing choices made him hard to forget.

"Hello, my dear. It's wonderful to see you, though I wish it were under better circumstances," Aziraphale hummed as he approached you. He pulled you into an embrace. Normally, you wouldn't want a person you hardly knew to touch you, but Aziraphale was like a ball of sunshine. He was incredibly comforting, something which you desperately needed at the moment. "Come along, let's get you something to eat before the food gets cold!"

The three of you divvied out the takeout. Crowley led you into what you assumed was his office slash living room, which hardly had any furniture in it at all. You and Aziraphale plopped onto two beanbags, and Crowley sprawled across a chair that looked more like a throne. He turned on the television, and Aziraphale raised a brow at him when Golden Girls came across the screen. "Again? My boy, how many times have you watched this series?" Crowley threw his arms up dramatically.

"It's not like I choose it every time! The TV has a mind of its own. And besides, it's a good show."

"You can't use that excuse for everything, Crowley. You're starting to turn into the boy who cried wolf." The red-head scoffed at the notion.

"Please, Aziraphale," he scoffed before turning to look at you, "What do you think about Golden Girls?"

"I've heard the name, but I've never actually seen it before." Crowley's eyebrows shot up as his posture went rigid.

"Never? Here I was, thinking you were a person of sensible taste. This must be fixed immediately." He pressed a button on the remote, flipping through the channels until he found one playing the very first episode. Aziraphale sighed and sank further into the bean bag chair. He shoveled the yellow rice into his mouth as Crowley animatedly explained to you the wonderful show that is Golden Girls.

At first, the plan was to stay at Crowley's until you were able to get back on your feet and find a place of your own. But with only a part-time job and a child on the way, you weren't sure how you were going to afford it. Aziraphale could sense your growing anxiety and suggested you stay with one of them until you felt ready to move out. You gladly accepted the invitation, having grown close to them since you first moved in. The three of you had spent many nights drinking non-alcoholic beverages and binging Golden Girls, and you always enjoyed popping into Aziraphale's bookshop. It took a lot of convincing, but you finally managed to get him to help you organize the mess of books that were piled around. The more time you spent around them, the more you realized that they weren't so human. I mean, they weren't exactly hiding it. It's a miracle more people didn't put it together.

Aziraphale thought it would be a good idea to check up on Adam. They couldn't just leave him completely alone, him being the anti-christ and all. So the three of you piled into the Bentley and made your way to Tadfield. You and your rather large belly took up a majority of the backseat. Traffic was terrible, as usual, but you made it through with the help of one of your favorite snacks at the moment-- a sauerkraut sandwich. Just two pieces of bread with sauerkraut in between. It grossed out Aziraphale and Crowley, but they knew better than to face the wrath of a pregnant person... especially after they saw how your emotions constantly changed. One moment you were crying over not being able to open a pickle jar by yourself, and the next you were screaming at your phone for charging too slow. Needless to say, they were afraid of being the target of your mood swings.

Crowley led the way through Hogback Wood, while you and Aziraphale walked arm-in-arm behind him. "Please be careful with our lunch, dear." The angel grimaced every time the wicker basket was swung.

"Calm down, Aziraphale. Nothings going to happen to the food," Crowley groaned, "Their hideout is right down here. They'll probably be playing with prop swords or whatnot." You could hear the group of children shouting. Sure enough, they came into view and were swinging long sticks at each other. A boy with brown, curly locked pointed his stick toward you all.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

"Sir Crowley Hellion, accompanied by Lord Aziraphale Inamorato. We brought along our guest, the kind (Y/F/N)." The demon and angel bowed, playing along with the game. You, on the other hand, were too hot and had too big of a belly to be doing such. Instead, you just waved at them. The rest of the group of children appeared, all eyeing the three of you suspiciously.

"What's in the basket?" a boy with dirt all over his face asked. Crowley held up the basket in question, raising a brow.

"Sandwiches."

"For all of us?"

"Yup."

"Did they make 'em?" He pointed his stick towards you. Aziraphale shook his head.

"No, I did." All of the children seemed relieved by this.

"Good. I heard pregnant people like to eat weird stuff on their sandwiches." They all gathered around Crowley as he handed one to each of them.

"You're telling me," he muttered under his breath. Which, thanks so your pregnant superhuman capabilities, didn't escape your hearing.

"Sorry, Crowley, what was that?" The demon froze like a deer caught in headlights. He stuttered for a moment, trying to come up with something clever and not insulting to say. You laughed and pat him on the shoulder. "Calm down! I'm just teasing. Now, hand me one of those sandwiches so I can go sit down. My back is killing me."

Everyone gathered near their fort and ate lunch. You were beginning to have stomach pains, but you blamed it on the sauerkraut combined with all the walking you did. The Them, as you learned they were called, explained the game they were playing. Adam was playing as Henry VIII, Brian and Wensleydale were guards, and Pepper was one of his many wives to be beheaded. The twist? She fought back, not wanting to come to her untimely end just because she was unable to bear a son. "So, what're you having?" Pepper asked.

"A girl," you answered fondly. Three of the Them smiled and congratulated you, but Adam leaned back and sighed.

"Sorry, guess that means you'll have to be beheaded." The children all started giggling, and Crowley snorted. You grimaced, putting a hand on your stomach. Aziraphale watched you worriedly. He placed a gentle hand on your arm.

"Are you alright?" Adam's brows knit together.

"I was just joking. We're not really beheading you." You waved him off.

"Don't worry about it, love. Just having a spell of contractions is all." Crowley leaned forward. Worry filled his features.

"Is the baby coming? Already? Should we leave?" You laughed before grimacing again.

"No, I don't think she's coming yet. I'm not due for another three weeks. But I think it probably is a good idea to head back."

The two helped you back to the Bentley, with the Them trailing behind out of curiosity. Thankfully, you didn't have to walk terribly far. Crowley had managed to park nearby just in case of a moment like this. You all piled into the car and waved the children goodbye. Crowley peeled out of Tadfield, causing Aziraphale to look even more concerned. As you got closer to London, the traffic worsened and so did your contractions. The three of you were sitting in a standstill, and you were groaning in pain in the backseat.

"You know, we've got car parks everywhere... McDonald's, supermarkets, stadiums... the fucking M25!" Crowley screeched, gripping the steering wheel and shaking himself back and forth.

"Crowley! Your screaming is not helping!" Aziraphale huffed.

"Could the both of you please shut up so I can focus on not imploding?" Concern settled deeper into Aziraphale's features, and a hiss escaped Crowley's lips.

"I think we're running out of time," the angel whispered. "We need a miracle." Crowley gave him a look, and Aziraphale nodded. The demon sighed, taking the angel's hand in his own. Reality seemed to warble around the Bentley, which caused you to feel even worse. You ended up hurling, and Crowley let out a string of swears at the sight. "Look! We're at the hospital. Let's get them taken care of before we worry about a perfectly cleanable mess, hm?"

"Fine, but you better be naming this kid after me for all I've been through!"

The two helped you inside to get taken care of, and they were with you for every step of the way. Several hours later, you held your daughter in your arms. She clutched onto Aziraphale's finger, causing him to smile wider than you had ever seen before. Crowley stood behind the angel, trying to look like he wasn't paying much attention and clearly failing. You offered to let him hold the baby, and he accepted without a moment of hesitation. As you watched him carefully cradle the little girl in his arms, you figured this would be the perfect moment to propose the idea you've been harboring for the past month. "I've been thinking about how much you guys have helped me. I don't know where I would be if it wasn't for you two. So, I was wondering if maybe the both of you would like to make our little family official by being the godfathers?" Aziraphale gasped, eyes widening. He excitedly looked to Crowley.

"Oh, my dear! Did you hear that? Us... godfathers!" Crowley didn't reply. He just froze for a moment. A tinge of worry went through you. You didn't even consider the possibility of him not wanting to be a godfather. You and Aziraphale shared a look before continuing to stare at Crowley.

"Ngk," he sniffled, "don't look at me. Here, angel, take the kid." Crowley passed the baby off to Aziraphale before furiously rubbing his eyes. You sat up a little more.

"Are you... crying!"

"No!" he said with a defensive hiss. "Okay, maybe I am... just a little... You seriously want me to be a godfather? I can understand him. He's a literal angel, but I'm a demon why would you want me?" You sighed, leaning back into the pillows.

"Crowley, you were the one who was there for me when I needed someone, and you were the one who took me in when I had nowhere to go. Of course, I want you to be my daughter's godfather. I couldn't think of anyone else."

The demon sniffled for a few more minutes before finally composing himself. He watched the infant be placed in the bassinette and smiled. A true, genuine smile. Crowley gently touched the baby's cheek, leaning closer. "Don't worry. I'll try to be a good godfather. If it's the last thing I do, I'll make sure you have a good life, okay?"

~*~*~

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Good Omens Tag List;

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Tomorrow Never Knows (President!Harry) Chapter 10: Not a Bad Thing

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Monday November 24, 2008

It’s been days since they’ve had a normal conversation...or any decent form of communication for the matter. This past week had consisted of multiple attempts (on her part) to talk to him, but each time he’d make up some excuse to cut all dialogue short. “My mum’s waiting for me outside, maybe next time?” or “I’m actually late for practice, but I’ll catch up with you later,” but of course he never did. Beyond her comprehension is how she had managed to mess everything up so badly in so little time.

Eleven minutes.

Harry had arrived eleven minutes after she had accepted Jasper’s invitation. There’s nothing she can say that can justify why she’d done it because even she isn’t so sure. Maybe she was scared. She’d been so hopeful about where this friendship with him would lead them once before, and it had costed her the first heartbreak of her life. The biggest part of her wanted so badly to wait for Harry to ask her, but a small yet seemingly influential nerve had let her insecurities take over.

She wishes she hadn’t cared so much about what other people had thought, and instead used her own judgement. She hadn’t realized just how difficult it would be for their roles to be reversed, and she only has herself to blame for it.

“I wish you’d stop stressing,” Cici tells her as they do their warmup stretches. “I doubt he’ll be able to stay mad at you for much longer.”

“You might be wrong for once,” she smiles sadly, facing down to stare numbly ahead as she reaches for her toes.

Once she and Harry had parted (or more accurately, when Harry had left her standing ashamed in the hallway), Cici had found her sitting on the floor beside her locker, a somber expression painted all over her face.

“I messed up,” is all she had mustered up in that moment of fragility, dejected eyes having fallen into her lap. And Cici –– who had already passed an equally, if not more, crestfallen boy on her way to find Y/n –– was readily equipped with her words of enthusiasm, even if she was quite disappointed in the turnout of the day. “You made one mistake –– it doesn’t make you a bad person.” Doesn’t it, though?

Cici scoffs as she tightens her ponytail. “I am many things, but I am never wrong,” she says in a matter-of-fact tone –– almost arrogantly, if you ask Y/n –– before standing up and brushing the wrinkles from her skirt. “It’s not in my vocabulary.”

“But it’s in mine, apparently,” her lips curve down.

“I didn’t mean it like–”

“I know.” She rises to her feet. “It was a stupid decision and I wish I could redo it, but I can’t now. He can barely stand to be in the same room as me for more than a class period. He hasn’t dropped by the Home Ec. Room in who knows how long, and I haven’t been able to make a decent pumpkin pie since. Me? Screw up a pie? That doesn’t happen! This weekend I typed out twenty-seven texts that I never sent. Twenty-seven, Cici! Who does something like that?! All saying the same thing, that I like him so much that it makes my heart go crazy, and how it hurts that he might think otherwise because I’m going to this stupid dance with someone who’s not Harry and it fucking sucks!”

It leaves her chest to heave heavily, and her lungs to feel completely depleted of any oxygen. With an outburst like that, she’s managed to surprise herself. And while conversations amongst the other cheerleaders continue, it feels like she’s once again in the spotlight as the heat creeps up her neck and settles on her forehead and the apples of her cheeks.

Cici stands in front of her, eyes rounded in astonishment and mouth hung open wide. Her eyes quickly dart down at her arm.

“You’ve never cussed before, I literally just got chills!”

A smile slowly reemerges. “It felt good,” she admits, and she breathes out in relief as her shoulders feel lifted from at least a portion of the weight that had been set upon them. “I’ve been holding that one in.”

“No, that was totally clear.”

A restful silence falls upon them, and Y/n makes it an opportunity to reflect on the upcoming days. She needs to fix this and salvage whatever she can before they permanently fall apart. Hating to sound dramatic, but she has a strong feeling that if they can’t recover from this, then it could be over for good.

And that’s just not in the cards.

“I’m going to tell him.”

***

Tuesday November 25, 2008

“Got any plans for Thanksgiving?” Maxxie asks him.

Harry lets out a heavy sigh, staring down at his jumbled pile of flashcards on his desk. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about it constantly because it had been toying with his mind for the better part of the weekend. “You could say that, I guess.”

The answer, in all its vague glory brings about an amused grin from the boy across from him. Maxxie leans over the table and goes as far to lift his hips off the chair just invade his personal space. “What was that tone?” he gawks, wiping the cards off the surface of the table.

“Well...” he starts off timidly (a bit of annoyance mixed in because he’s going to have to clean up the mess later), and a small burp erupts from the back of his throat as a sign of his mild discomfort. “I was sort of...maybe...actually invited to...” but the tail of the sentence is nearly undecipherable to the human ear.

Maxxie squints his blue eyes across from him. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch all of it.”

Blowing out the air from his lungs, Harry’s head falls back so all he has to focus on are the dull cracks in the ceiling. Part of him still doesn’t believe it, or rather hadn’t thought it an admissible option given the recent events. He pokes his inner cheek outwards before letting out a tired groan. “We’re spending it with Y/n’s family, okay? There, I said it.”

“You’re bluffing!”

Harry whistles out a breath. “Not today, mate,” he chortles, rubbing the base of his palm against his left eye. “Jeremy literally asked my mum the day after...well, you know.”

“Are you going to be able to manage it?” there’s a weariness in Maxxie’s voice.

But honestly, Harry doesn’t know. Yes, he’s still broken up about the whole thing. Yet, the hardest part is being next to her and feeling as though he’s missed every chance that he’s had at being hers. Because he’s sure it’ll take him a long time before he’s over her, and that’s what hurts the most.

***

On Day 6, Pattern D finds itself at ten in the morning, the third class of the Tuesday before Thanksgiving break. To Y/n it’ll be the first class she has with Harry, meaning another chance to get things straightened out between them. Now that their positions are reversed, she feels even worse about having treated him so harshly the month before when there had been a hefty cloak of uncertainty to keep things understandably complicated.

Just as Mr. Daughtry’s door comes into sight, her path is intercepted by a body suddenly appearing before her.

“Hey, you!” Jasper greets her with a bright grin. There’s a moment of clumsiness when she predicts his fluid movements based on how his arm extends and fingers point in her direction as they rise to the height of her shoulder. In a slight panic, she twists arounds, pretending to fish for a pencil from the side pouch of her backpack. Luckily (for him) he’s able to stop himself from proceeding, and he shrugs the action off as he stretches that same arm over his head. With a skittish laugh he continues. “I feel like I haven’t seen much of you this week.”

“I’ve just been busy,” she mumbles, hugging her grey math notebook close to her chin. She can’t help but wonder if he isn’t late to some class, or club meeting, or some discussion about hair accessories (the latter causes her to snigger to herself).

Jasper simply nods, pulling slightly on the knot of his tie. “So, I told my mom about the formal and she’s super stoked that we’re going together,” he blushes. “I mean, I’m really happy you said yes.”

Meanwhile, the metallic taste of blood starts to fill her mouth the longer she keeps her tongue trapped between her teeth. “Yeah...” she struggles to find her voice. The right thing to do would be to come clean, to be straightforward with him and give him the honest answer he had deserved from the beginning.

Blowing the air from her nostrils, she parts her lips as they wrap around the words. “Jasper, I actually need to talk to you about that...”

“Karan! What’s up, man?”

She forces an unbothered appearance in front of Jasper’s friend –– Karan –– as they start a whole conversation of their own.

This is something she’s found to dislike very much, how Jasper always seems to forget that his friends aren’t her friends...well, at least none that she particularly like enough to call by such an intimate name. It bothers her because she doesn’t know if she can walk away or if this boy has any intention of including her or even continuing with what they’d started only minutes before.

She taps her foot contempt, not even caring if either find her actions to be tactless. All Jasper does is shoot half a smile before carrying on talking about the latest scandal to hit the tenth grade.

“I should really get to class,” she meddles in the momentary pause between speakers. “See you around.”

Before Jasper can send her off with a proper goodbye, she turns around and keeps en route for the classroom. As soon as she’s about to cross under the arch, she collides with another body, notebook falling from her hands and falling open-faced on the floor.

“’m sorry,” the other rushes out, his voice all too recognizable to her ears. Harry quickly picks up the notebook and holds it out for her to take, but all she notices is how his eyes remain low and unwilling to look at her.

“Thank you,” she whispers. He gives her a nod in response before signaling for her to go enter ahead of him. But she stays in glued in place. “Do you think we can...”

“There might be a pop quiz, I heard,” he interrupts, his hand finding the small of her back to gently prod her into the room. Despite it being nothing more than a graze of his fingers over her sweater, she still feels jolts of electricity run up her spine and tickle the back of neck.

With their arrival being just a minute or so before roll call, the only available seats are towards the very rear, two desks grouped together and pushed in the far-right corner of the room. His hand falls back to his side, the absence of his touch leaving her colder than she had just been. It makes her frown, and as they make their way to the back, the space between them only grows.

For her, this has to be the most difficult consequence to deal with.

“Alright, since everyone is settled in,” Mr. Daughtry starts, uncapping a blue dry erase marker. “Let’s go over last night’s homework.” And he ponders down at the reference notes on the podium, before the shrill squeaks of the marker against the whiteboard slowly begin to reveal an equation.

Beside her, Harry opens up his notebook, each homework problem neatly organized (this includes all the work he’d done to solve them) over two pages. She looks straight ahead, slightly squinting so she can decipher the correct answers on the board. “How is it 43?” she asks under her breath, staring down at problem #5.

“It was a negative two, not positive...which would mean b becomes positive in the expression,” he answers. He orients his notes towards her. “Right there,” he points to it with tip of his pencil. He leans in a little closer, elbow coming to rest on the table as his head tilts in her direction. Her heart goes crazy as he goes on to explain the steps of the equation. It’s the first time in days he’s willingly talked to her, even if it is about schoolwork. But she forces herself to shake off the feeling for the time being, if only to prevent herself from messing this up.

“How’d I even...” And she cross checks with his work, brows curling inward. “Oh, I’m such dummy. I didn’t even notice that!” she shakes her head and rubs her eraser over the page.

He looks at her for the first time today with a prelude of the softest smile. “You’re not.”

She offers him a toothy grin as she settles back down. Every now and again will she sneak an admiring gaze.

***

“Harry!” she calls after him. In the short period of time she’d taken to pack her things, he had already fled the room by the time she looked up. It took squeezing her way through two bulky juniors from their class to quickly find his mop of brown curls in the crowded corridor.

At the sound of his name, he begrudgingly comes to a stop. He sighs and scratches the back of his head, his internal monologue arguing that he should continue forward. The decision is to be outweighed by a greater influence.

“Hi,” Y/n says in a bit of a wheeze.

“Hi,” he returns, nodding. He watches as those around them disperse in their difference directions, until the hallway soon becomes barren during this first lunch period. “What’s going on?” he asks simply.

She absentmindedly goes to mess with a loose strand of hair. “I was just...” she snivels (allergy season can be a real nuisance). “Wanted to say that I’m really looking forward to Thursday.”

“Oh,” his mouth forms an o with his lips. He glances to the floor and wriggles his feet as though pebbles were buried in his shoes. “Yeah, I think my mum’s bringing trifle or some kind of dessert.”

“That’s sweet of her,” she affirms. “Are you excited?”

Harry looks up, noticing the hope embedded in her eyes. “It could be fun,” he says evenly. “Your dad seems pretty keen on watching the Packers game together. Mason, too, I guess.”

“Mason hasn’t stopped talking about it,” she admits shyly, but can’t help but giggle at the thought of her brother. “You know, he told his teacher that you were his best friend.”

It’s Harry’s turn to laugh. “Really?” Y/n nods enthusiastically. “He’s a cool kid. Tell him I’m honored.”

“You can always tell him on Thursday.”

Harry smiles. “I will.”

***

Thursday November 27, 2008

Thanksgiving Day has never been more stressful for Y/n. Not only has she been baking since last night (did someone say four different flavors of pie and three fall-themed cookies, and a carrot cake bigger than her dad’s head?) but she must have changed her outfit at least nine times in the last half hour. The Styles’ are expected to arrive at around 5pm, which means she only has another forty-five minutes to come up with the perfect ensemble. Earlier in the afternoon, it had just occurred to her that she hasn’t met Anne nor Gemma, and she’d be dishonest if she said she wasn’t ultra-nervous about it.

Gosh, how her stomach feels so full of air.

She wishes she could be as carefree as Mason because all he’s been fretting over is which boardgame to play with Harry after dinner and which Disney movie he’s going to have running on the laptop whilst Jeremy slaves away to the television at approximately 8pm.

“Do you think Harry likes Monopoly or Connect Four?” the little boy asks. She tears her attention from her cookie display to look down at her brother who’s holding two boxes up for her to examine.

“But, Mase,” she giggles, wiping her hands on her apron. “You don’t know how to play Monopoly.”

Mason looks at the box in his right hand and eyes it carefully. He gives her a signal of understanding before trotting off back into the living room to set up. Shaking her head, she continues setting up the cookies along the three-tier server. Hopefully, it’ll be enough to impress their guests. “It’ll be fine,” she tells herself.

***

The doorbell rings, and almost instantly does it cause alarm within Y/n.

“Oh my god!” she panics, running around the kitchen to quadruple check that everything is exactly as it should be. “Dad! Dad! Did you–”

“Yes.”

“How about the–”

“Yes.”

“Okay but what about–”

“Y/n,” Jeremy says sternly from the foyer. She closes her eyes as she listens to the bottom rim of the door brush along the mat. “Welcome! Nice to see you again, Anne. Harry, ready for that Packers game? Oh, hello! I don’t think I’ve met you yet?”

Her eyes widen, he must be talking to Gemma! Harry had told her stories about how close they are since Anne’s job requires a lot of traveling. Oh gosh, she must hate her for having done what she did to her brother. She knows this because she would absolutely despise anyone who would ever dare to hurt Mason. “I think I’m going to be sick,” she breathes unevenly and braces herself over the counter.

“Not to validate anything your father says,” Olivia sneaks up from behind, “but you really do need to relax.” She takes a good look at her daughter. “Weren’t you wearing the brown sweater?”

But before Y/n has the chance to answer, three new faces enter from the side, her heart skipping over multiple beats as she becomes tightlipped.

“Hello!” Olivia greets them. “We’re so happy to have you join us! I’m Olivia, by the way.”

Harry’s sister nudges him from behind. “Oh, um...” he looks behind him. “This is my mum Anne, and my sister Gemma.”

“So nice to meet you,” Anne smiles, and she extends a hand to Olivia, Gemma does the same. “You have such beautiful home. Are those chrysanths you have along the walkway? They’re absolutely stunning!”

Olivia covers a hand over her heart. “I like you already,” she sobs playfully. “Finally, someone who gets it! Two kids and neither of them share a love for gardening.”

“You can say that again,” Anne returns. The two share a laugh, and Olivia leads them into the dining room to continue on with their chat.

It leaves Y/n with Harry and Gemma, and she isn’t even sure where Jeremy might have wandered off to now. Harry whispers something into Gemma’s ear, and she rolls her eyes before shoving her elbow into his side. Y/n can’t help but wonder what he’s saying. Is it about her? Has he found something wrong? Stop this! She reaches behind her and pinches herself. Relax.

Taking a bold step forward, she strikes up conversation. “Hi, I’m Y/n.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Gemma replies, a warm aura radiating from her being.

Y/n tilts her head. “Good things, I hope.”

“Well,” the older girl starts, sending a smirk at her brother and sniggering when his eyes widen in realization. “This one never stops talking about you.”

Harry gasps, “Now wait just a minute.” But as soon as he’s about to come up with a rebuttal, he’s immediately attacked from behind with a hug. Short arms lock his legs together, and if it weren’t for his sister standing there for support, he would have most definitely fallen over. “There he is!”

“Harry!” Mason giggles, reaching his arms above his head, a notorious signal for Harry to lift him up. “Did you miss me?”

“Duh!” Harry teases. “How can I not miss my bestest mate?”

***

Dinner goes better than either she or Harry can expect. Their families seem to have taken well with one another, Anne and Olivia having already formed that instant bond over maternal care and green thumbs. Jeremy is shocked to hear that Gemma is interested in programming herself, and he’s even more impressed to learn that she’s in the process of building her own website. As for Mason, well...it’s a little hard not to fall in love this boy when all he pours out into the world is happiness, and maybe a little bit of cupcake frosting.

A seating arrangement had predetermined their positions at the table (thanks to Olivia and her brilliant mind). As it had happened, Y/n and Harry are seated beside each other, their chairs closer than usual with the extra chair on his other side. Although, it became apparent throughout dinner of the gap –– while not visible to the human eye –– that remains between them.

Y/n doesn’t understand why that is, especially since they’d seemed to be on better terms on Tuesday. While they hadn’t eaten lunch together, he did sit next to her during Spanish class so they could work on the conjugation exercise together. Sure, it hadn’t been the most romantic thing they could have done, but it was a start, right? But now she feels bothered that the extent of their communication today has been polite smiles and requests to pass whatever dish the other is closest to.

Deciding she’s had enough of this, she turns to him. “I’m really glad you’re here,” she whispers to him.

“It is the holidays, so...” he keeps his answer elusively.

She has to play it back in her mind to determine if there’s any underlying meaning behind it. Pushing around the remains of her pumpkin pie she speaks up again. “Are you still mad at me?”

He takes his time before answering, mulling over the words carefully. Yet, there’s no intelligible way to organize them to make it sound any better. “It’s not that simple.”

And that manages to stir something within her. “It’s either yes or no.”

“Y/n,” he warns, not wanting to cause a scene in front of their families. “Now’s just not the time to talk about it.”

She scoffs, shaking her head and willing herself not to cry. “It’s never the time with you.” And she excuses herself from the table.

***

Giving himself one last glance in the mirror, he wraps his hand around the copper knob. He takes a long breath as he prepares himself to rejoin everyone and pretend that he doesn’t wish he could be anywhere else today. For majority of the day, he had thought he’d moved on from the rejection. However, the more time he spends with her, the more those feelings regress him back to those open wounds. Despite how much he likes watching football with Jeremy and playing Connect Four with Mason, he can’t help but get distracted whenever she comes over and asks thoughtful questions about the game. And that distraction causes him to remember how difficult it’s been to keep up this charade.

When he opens the door, he’s immediately met with her figure looking up at him with doe-like eyes. His jaw clenches as he tries to ignore how the pout on her plump lips makes a part of him go a little crazy. What’s worse is that he shouldn’t feel this way, not right now at least. Not when he’s trying to stay mad for a little while longer.

“Please,” she starts off faintly, looking all too small as she stands before him. His expression softens only the smallest amount that she isn’t sure if maybe it was just a twitch. “Can we just talk?” She can see it in his eyes, the answer that’s about to roll off his tongue so blatantly obvious. And before he has a chance to decline, she latches onto his hand and starts to walk him towards the stairs. They’re careful not to draw attention to themselves as they practically tiptoe through the dining area where Anne and Olivia continue to share embarrassing stories from when both Harry and Y/n were much younger.

The grip she has on him while she leads him up the steps surprises him. Her soft hand squeezes his so tightly that his palms start to sweat from the sheer pressure (and maybe from a bubbling sense of nervousness that’s brewing inside). “Is this really necessary...” he hears himself muttering out loud, even though he’s expecting no answer in return. Although, he may have just felt just the smallest bit of added compression around his fingers as they round the corner.

Once they’re in her room, she’s sure to close the door this time around. If she’s learned anything from the numerous times they’ve been interrupted, it’s that one can never be too sure around her family –– or anyone really. She debates whether to take it all the way with caution, standing frozen as she stares down at the lock with hesitancy.

“Are you planning on keeping me hostage or something?” he chuckles lightly, plopping down on her bed, having already accepted his defeat. He combs his fingers through his hair a couple times before allowing himself the chance to relax.

She exhales fully and closes her eyes. “If that’s what it takes.” With the lock pinched securely between her fingers, the faintest sound erupts within the space. Click. “Then, yes.” Rotating on her heel, she presses her back up against the door, hand still loosely grasping the handle as she tilts her head back. She keeps her eyes low at first, but as seconds on the clock begin to outnumber them, she has no choice but to have them ascend.

He raises an eyebrow. “Well?”

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” she says shakily, whatever confidence she had absorbed seems to have fizzled out. But she can’t back down now, not when the opportunity is right in front of her. “I knew you were going to ask me, and I swear I was going to wait but then Jasper completely caught me off guard and then everyone was watching and I just...I just didn’t...I just didn’t think. It was stupid and I know that’s not an excuse, but I just want things to go back to normal.” She crosses her arms over her chest, a twinge of embarrassment filling her as her own words repeat through her ears.

He shifts uncomfortably. All the feelings he’d been trying to avoid are being unlocked, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. It’s not even that he’s mad (he’s found it impossible to harvest any ill-feelings for the girl in front him), it’s more that he’s dreading whatever might come out of her mouth because he isn’t sure he can handle another rejection. “We don’t have to talk about it, really. We’re fine,” he says as neutrally as he can.

“No, Harry. We’re not. And you know it.”

He knows she’s right, no matter how much he wants to deny it for the sake of saving his own heart. But now that she’s locked him in, he has no choice but to confront the issue. “Look, whatever might have been between us, I’ll get over it, okay? I’ll be fine. I don’t want you to feel–”

“No!” she almost screams, and she marches right to where his knees bend off the side of the mattress with her lips pursed in a newfound determination. “That’s the complete opposite of what I want to happen.”

His green eyes are fixed on her. “What do you mean?” he whispers. But she shakes her head, as though regretting the words to come out of her mouth. Because now they implicate her of the thing she’s been dying to say, and there’s no coming back once it’s said.

Not even thinking, he places his hands on her waist to bring her closer. She still refuses to look at him, her arms further wrapping around her vulnerable self. There’s something in the way her bottom lip moves in the slightest matter that intrigues him. And now he just needs to know. “Hey, look at me,” and he gently cups her cheek to encourage her. “What?”

She stays quiet as she tries to get her breathing back to a normal pace, but the feeling of his stare causes a sweat to form down her back. “I don’t want you to be over us.”

With that, she finally looks forward.

It’s about time one of them be brave.

“I don’t want you to be over me,” she says in the most delicate manner. “I don’t want you to get over me because...” She uncrosses her arms, only to have them wrap around his neck as she settles between his open legs. “Because I don’t want to have to get over you.”

Their eyes meet, and she lets her forehead fall against his. The tips of their noses nudge against each other. A sigh of pure bliss fights its way out of him. He pulls her even closer, thumbs rubbing small circles into the plush of her hips. Her heart beats erratically, as does his as they bask in the echo of a declaration. Two pairs of lips pull up into benevolent smiles before finally coming together.

Eight letters.

There are eight letters to be remained unsaid (until another time).

***

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