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When do you let go and how do you let go? Something which up until a few months ago didn’t interest us at all is suddenly the end all be all to us. Basically, our loneliness hit a peak and we saw something in the corner of our eye and got this painfully vivid idea that obtaining this one thing would make us happy. Not because we want forgiveness over anything, or want approval or validation, but because something inside us just thinks this will “be fun”. We use vague terms because we have nowhere else to talk but do not want people assuming anything of any other person besides us. But, we think over a year is a lot of time when you’re our age, and things just don’t die. Or go away. Or disappear. It meant something to us, and maybe we’re misguided or delusional but we wish to just give it a shot at least, to see if it really will be “fun”. It’s all we think about these days which humiliates us because we feel we’re somehow breaking law by even considering it. But we still have voices memorized, we can still hear old friends vividly in our head. We can’t find anywhere in ourself to hate old friends. Or be upset, or any of that. We wish we were given dignity but that doesn’t even build resentment in us. We just want it, and we can’t even explain ourself or justify it, it just feels right.
#the worst part is we’re genuinely lost over the whole situation. other than some aspects . everything else is blank#and nobody explained anything really .#we don’t blame others . whatever it is they think justifies the behavior#we just don’t know where the conclusion came from#we actually wrote drafts on how to approach the whole thing#we added pictures to our initial messages like some kind of cute little tagalong#now we sort of just hope something happens#‘what does any of this mean?’ don’t worry we’re talking to ourself#we’re trying desperately to sound honest because we’re desperately afraid we sound fake#someone had told us we were gaslighting when we were just talking nd we think that freaked us out#now we don’t even trust our sentences#like. somehow the people around us know our tone better than us !#we hope we sound honest#we hope
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It’s not all fake ||LMH
I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of favor?”
“There’s this party tomorrow night. Big deal. Everyone’s going.” He paused, looking at me carefully. “I need a date.”
I blinked. “And you’re asking me because…?”
“Because if I show up alone, it’ll look pathetic,” he admitted, running a hand through his dark hair. “And I don’t want people thinking I can’t get a date. So I thought of you.”
I crossed my arms. “Wow. That’s so flattering.”
“Okay, look,” he said quickly. “You’re not exactly dying to go, right? And I don’t have to worry about things getting weird because we’re friends. It’s just for one night. Fake dating. No big deal.”
I studied him, amused by how desperate he sounded. Minho wasn’t the type to ask for help, so this must have been important to him. Besides, the idea of fake dating Minho for a night had a strange appeal.
“Fine,” I said. “But you owe me.”
He grinned, the corners of his mouth quirking up in that way that made him both annoying and charming. “Deal.”
The party was already in full swing when we arrived. The music was loud, the lights dim, and the crowd packed tightly into the house. Minho slipped his hand into mine as soon as we stepped inside, his fingers warm against mine.
“Remember,” he murmured, leaning close enough that I could feel his breath on my ear, “we’re supposed to look convincing.”
“Got it,” I replied, trying to ignore the way my heart skipped a beat.
We spent the night making rounds, talking to people, and occasionally laughing like we were the perfect couple. Minho was surprisingly good at this fake dating thing, resting his hand on the small of my back, leaning in to whisper jokes, and even brushing a stray hair out of my face once. It was all for show, of course, but it felt… real.
At one point, we found ourselves on the quieter side of the patio, away from the noise. I took a sip of my drink, trying to ignore the strange fluttering in my chest.
“You’re good at this,” I said, trying to sound casual.
“Good at what?” he asked, leaning against the railing.
“Pretending,” I replied, gesturing between us. “The whole couple thing.”
He shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe it’s not all pretending.”
I blinked, caught off guard. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Before he could answer, someone called his name, and the moment passed.
By the time Minho drove me home, the party had begun to blur into a haze of lights and laughter. I was exhausted, but the night had been unexpectedly fun.
“Thanks for doing this,” Minho said as we pulled up in front of my house.
“No problem,” I replied, unbuckling my seatbelt. “You’re officially not a loser.”
He laughed softly, but there was something different in his expression as he turned to me. “Y/N.”
“Yeah?”
“I wasn’t kidding earlier,” he said, his voice quieter now. “About it not all being pretend.”
I froze, the air in the car suddenly feeling heavier. “Minho…”
“I know I made this whole thing sound like it was just for appearances,” he continued, running a hand through his hair nervously. “But if I’m being honest, I’ve liked you for a while. I just didn’t know how to say it.”
For a moment, all I could do was stare at him. Minho, my sarcastic, too-cool-for-everything friend, was looking at me like he was afraid of what I’d say next.
“You… like me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. I do. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. I just thought you should know.”
I didn’t know what came over me, but instead of answering, I leaned forward, closing the small distance between us. His eyes widened in surprise, but before he could say anything, I pressed my lips to his.
For a second, neither of us moved. Then, slowly, he kissed me back, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek. His lips were soft and warm, and the kiss was gentle but filled with something that felt so real, it made my heart ache.
When we finally pulled away, Minho rested his forehead against mine, his breath mixing with mine in the small space between us.
“So… does this mean you like me too?” he asked, his voice teasing but soft.
I laughed, feeling a little dizzy. “Yeah, Minho. I like you too.”
He grinned, his usual cocky confidence slipping back into place, but his eyes were brighter than I’d ever seen them. “Good. Because I was already planning on asking you out for real tomorrow.”
“Why wait until tomorrow?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You make a good point,” he said, leaning in to kiss me again.
When I finally stepped out of the car and headed inside, I couldn’t stop smiling. What had started as a fake date had turned into something real—and I couldn’t wait to see where it went next.
#skz imagines#skz x reader#stray kids#3racha#lee know#skz minho#lee minho#stray kids minho#minho x reader#kpop bg#kpop#kpop icons#kpop aesthetic#fanfic
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Hate Is A Strong Word
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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word
Warning(s): cursing, maybe a bit of angst? (Not a lot), fluff, arguing, fighting, ect..
Pronouns: They/Them
Synopsis: you and Karl hate each other (or at least you both thought) until it was leaked to the smp that he had feelings for you.
Pairing: c!Karl X gn! Reader
Word count: 1.7k
Note: this is my first sfw fic 😍😍
- if this gets enough attention then I might do a part 2 with some nsfw.
* This is unedited and I didn’t rlly proof read it so if this story actually makes no sense at all than I’m rlly sorry 😭
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Your eyes narrowed and you furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed Karl in the distance, he looked as if he was moving towards you so you were wondering what business he was up to.
“Karl! What’re you doing?” You called out to him but he snubbed you and ignored your question “Fine, ignore me then asshole!” You scoffed and returned to what you were doing, you try to act nice and he doesn’t play along!
You went back to crafting, putting the sticks together and cursing yourself once you realized you didn’t have all the correct materials. You sighed and held onto your nose bridge in annoyance “I can’t believe I forgot to get the red stone!” You grumbled.
This meant more work for you today and you were already tired of it, you sat down and tried to think of a way to get out of doing more hard labor for the day. You got an idea and stood up, there’s got to be someone on the server with red stone right?
You exited your humble house and approached the first person you saw outside which happened to be Purpled “hey! I’m sure that you’ve probably got some on you so I was wondering if I could borrow some red stone? Or just take it from you..” you asked politely “oh I Uh- I actually ran out, I used the last of it on this build right here!” He stood back and presented the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen.
You nodded “oh alright then- thanks anyways” you passed him and walked down the trail, perhaps Eret had stolen some off of someone and could let you borrow a few? You walked up to him and smiled “greetings! Do you have any spare red stone that I could please use?” You bowed down slightly.
“Oh no, I’m afraid that I don’t have any! I know who does have a whole supply of red stone though!” Eret’s voice sounded condescending and almost patronizing “oh really? That’s great! Who is it?” You smiled excitedly “It’s Karl!” Eret replied.
Your face fell and you frowned, your happiness was wiped from your face and you gave Eret a deadpan look “why does it have to be him?” You groaned “oh I’m sure someone else will have some, you’ll just have to check around..” Eret then scattered away.
You knew that Eret is normally right, she won’t let anyone prove them wrong, so you knew that Karl was probably your best bet at retrieving some red stone. You wiped your face and made your way over to Karl’s whereabouts.
You knocked on the door of his house and waited for him to open the door, you watched as Karl peeked through the curtain and then quickly ran away to pretend that no one was home. You banged on his door angrily “Karl, open up! I just need some red stone!” You yelled out.
“No ones home!” He screamed back at you, you sighed and lowered your head “what a fucking idiot..” you thought out loud, Karl gasped and opened the door “that’s quite rude, don’t you think??” He crossed his arms and huffed. “Oh great- you’re home, can I have that red stone now??” You gave a fake smile “what makes you think I’m gonna give it up so willingly?” Karl rose an eyebrow. What a pretentious fuck.
“Because if you hand it over now then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day!” You had hoped that your plan would work “who says that I want to be left alone? Maybe I want to pester you all day!” Karl teased “oh come on! I just need the red stone, give it up!” You held your hands up in defense “oh nuh-uh! That belongs to me!” He blocked the doorway.
You pushed him gently and tried to steal his red stone but he tackled you to the floor, you kicked him off you and then stood back up to dust yourself off “listen here- if you do something for me than I’ll happily give it to you” Karl offered.
“Fine, asshat, what is it?” You had already expected him to send you doing something horrible or incredibly dangerous “I need you to just give this to Quackity, he said he needed it” Karl handed you a bag full of just dirt “he needs a bag of dirt? This seems like the most useless task ever!” You exclaimed.
“It’s not useless if you’re getting something out of it, come back here when you’re done” he shut the door on you and left you to go on your quest. You knew it’d be an easy task, so why did Karl send you to do it? Did he not think you could do it? Did he underestimate you?
You walked back to your house and equipped yourself with some leather boots, they should help your feet with the long walk. You got back up and got back onto the trail, you flung the bag over your shoulder and coughed as some of the dirt came out.
You arrived in Las Nevada’s pretty fast to be honest! Your eyes glanced over the beautiful sight, Las Nevadas is a wonderful place! If you weren’t a traveler than you’d like to settle somewhere like this.
“Quackity!” You came up to the building and called out for him, yelping and jumping back when a little green man appeared behind you “AH!” You screamed and dropped the bag “Oh! You have my dirt! Thank you, Mx. Jacobs!” He ducked down “what?! What did you call me??” You bent down.
He popped back out of the dirt “Mx. Jacobs, Karl Jacob’s partner!” He smiled cheerfully “I’m not dating Karl! And my name is Y/n!” You spat out “oh really, you’re not?? But I heard Karl talking about how much he loves you! I must’ve misunderstood, goodbye Y/n (not the partner of Karl Jacobs)!” He sunk back down but you pulled him back up.
“Hey- no! I wanna talk!” You desperately spoke “oh sure! I have time to kill anyways!” He stuck his tongue out “who are you?” You asked curiously “I’m Charlie slimecicle! You’re Y/n the traveler, Karl’s partner!” Charlie stated incorrectly.
“Hey- no. I hate Karl” you crossed your arms “really?? I was getting the impression that you liked him from the way that you stare at him lovingly from afar” Charlie shrugged “WHAT- HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? I DONT DO THAT!!” You quickly tried to defend yourself.
“Don’t defend yourself, I already said that Karl likes you too!” Charlie was a chill guy “then why does he purposefully irritate me so much?!” You complained “I dunno! I’m gonna go with my bag of dirt now..” Charlie disappeared and this time you weren’t able to catch him.
You continued to sit there for a while, just thinking to yourself about things ‘does Karl really like me?’ You thought. You shook the feeling off “hold on- I don’t even like him! Charlie was talking non-sense!” The words coming out of your mouth did not match the way you were feeling.
Your heart was in your mouth, your chest was sore and your lungs were gasping for air as your hair was beating faster and faster “oh god- shit.. maybe I do like him! I mean.. those times that we don’t fight are really nice” you were conflicted. You decided that it’d be better to just confront your problems so you stood up and went back home.
You knocked on the door of Karl Macon’s house, he answered immediately and snickered “great, you made it back, thought you might die out there” he teased you. You rolled your eyes “cut the shit, Slime boy told me all about you” you accused “oh yeah? Told you what?” Karl backed up a bit “he told me that you had a little crush?” You leaned against the doorframe.
“Maybe I do, what about it?” Karl looked away and lowered his head a bit “well maybe I like you too. I don’t know, I still find you annoying and irritating!” You confessed “I wouldn’t like it any other way. Would you consider dating me?” Karl reached out and grabbed your hand gently “oh fuck-“ you cursed.
“If you’d of asked me any other day than my answer would be so clear! If you’d asked me yesterday than I’d say no but- maybe I like talking to you and arguing with you a little too much to just be your enemy.” You dropped your head and started to blush.
This was a very embarrassing situation for you and you didn’t know what to do “so you’re not sure if you like me or not?” Karl asked “correct. I mean- I’d stare at you from far away and blush but that doesn’t necessary mean that I like you, right?” You hesitated.
“Are you afraid that you might like me?” Karl walked closer towards you “maybe a bit. We’ve been enemies for so long, I’m afraid of what will happen between us if we stop” you answered “I’m sure we’ll still find things to fight about when we’re together” Karl smiled “well- than yes! I’ll go on one date with you” Karl squealed with joy.
“Yes! You’re making me the happiest man alive!” He hugged you “yeah, yeah, am I gonna get that red stone anytime soon?” You pestered him “sure thing! Can I pick you up later tonight?” Karl asked you “8’o clock and no time later than that” you replied before walking off with his red stone.
“Hey wait!- can I kiss you? Just this once?” Karl had started to annoy you with the way he was trying to explain why it’d be better to kiss him now instead of on your first date so you decided to shut him up. You grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips against his.
This relationship of yours was gonna be a real hassle but you knew you’d make it out alive (not sure about Karl tho)
#mcyt x y/n#mcytumblr#mcyt#mcyt x reader#dsmp x reader#dsmp#dream smp x reader#dream smp#karl jacobs#karl jacobs x reader#c!karl
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Hi! Could you please do #2 from your prompt list with Javi or Frankie? Thank u!🤍
#2 - Kiss
I had to go with Javier 💕🥰
Javier Masterlist
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"Can you stare more quietly?" you looked up from your paperwork finding, just as you knew you would, Javier's dark eyes watching you intently. You'd felt him watching you for some time, silent, but his silence often spoke volumes. He cleared his throat before looking away and reaching for his cigarettes. He groaned lightly when he realized he'd gone through another pack; his chain smoking was particularly strong when he had something on his mind. Clearly there was a lot going on under that dark mop of hair, "Javi?"
"Nada," he said gruffly with a shrug of his shoulders, leaning back in his chair as he looking at the dirty old ceiling. You knew that look all too well. This time it was your turn to stare, and you tossed your pen onto your desk, and walked over to him motioning for him to get up, “what are you doing, dulzura?”
“Let’s go,” you quirked your head towards the door. It was late, and most of the office was dark, leaving only you and Javier there with a few other stragglers. He leaned forward and gave you a curious look but you could see a smile tugging on his features, “come on, Javier. Let’s get out of here. Want to go for a drink?”
“You read my mind,” he said gruffly as he stood up and grabbed his jacket, following close behind you, out of the dingy, dirty office and into the cool of the fresh air of the evening.
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“What’s on your mind?” you asked as you nudged the neck of your bottle against his. He’d been quiet, more so than normal, and it was startling. This wasn’t your normal Javi, this was a different Javi... and you were worried. He opened and closed his mouth a few times but nothing came out, “Javier?”
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath as he downed the remainder of the foamy yellow liquid before setting the bottle roughly onto the dirty bar table. He drummed his fingers for a moment before giving you a searing gaze, “I like you, Dulzura. You know that.”
“Javier,” your heart stopped for a moment as you listened to his words. You wished you could just easily accept his words and let them wash over you in peace. But you couldn’t...not with Javi. Not with his reputation and his tendencies...you know it wasn’t anything...but still. You never judged him or cared about it. Javi was Javi....your friend and partner. But you wanted to guard your own heart, “stop please. You don’t have to do this...we don’t need to.”
“What if I want to,” he insisted softly as you looked away and shook your head. How desperately you wanted to slide into his side of the booth, wrap your arms around him and kiss him. “we’ve been skirting around the issue for weeks now and I think we need to address it.”
“What’s there to address?” you asked innocently although you did know that it really should be discussed at some point...but you wished it could be at a point in the future...a far. far point in the future.
“Really?” he scoffed slightly as he reached into the jacket pocket and fished out his newly acquired pack of cigarettes. He made quick work of sticking it in his mouth and lighting it up, blowing out long, billowing puffs of smoke, “come on, we’re both adults.”
“Exactly,” you agreed, thickly swallowing the lump in your throat. Gods you wished he would just drop the subject, but that was definitely not one of his traits, “look, Javier, let’s just call it what it is. It wasn’t a good day and we were both tired, and hurting - vulnerable - and we took comfort in each other. One thing led to another and we have sex, it doesn’t need to be more or less than that.”
“That’s a lie,” he took the cigarette out of his mouth and tapped it off in the ancient ashtray, “don’t fucking deny it. You’ve always been a terrible liar.”
“Javier,” you looked away, taking a swig from your own bottle as you avoided his gaze, “we’re friends - partners. I don’t want...I don’t want to ruin what we have. Why?”
“Because we can be more than that...so much more,” he insisted, his low dropping low as he silently willed you to look at him, “I have liked you for so long, I know my feelings aren’t...fake.”
“I’m not exactly your type, am I?” your small laugh was bitter; dry. You realized it had cut a little more than you had intended. You hadn’t meant to go for a low blow, but you did want to remind him that he had a reputation for a reason. Judging by how he froze and the almost hurt expression on his face, you knew your words had their intended affect, “look, Javi, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t...I didn’t mean it.”
“Then what did you mean?” his voice steeled as he watched you intently, his gaze trained on you, all consuming and disconcerting. You shrugged as you played with your hands in your lap, knowing that this was a dangerous and thin line you were treading, “come on Dulzura, I’ve never known you to be so quiet.”
“I’m scared, Javier,” you finally admitted after a few moments, as you stared at the table, “I’m scared to let you in and let down my guard. I’m afraid you’re going to break my heart. A-and I don’t deserve that...I don’t deserve to deal with a broken heart and I don’t want to ruin you. In my eyes or anything else.”
“You’re so sure that I would break your heart?” it was a small laugh, a bitter thing, that made your stomach drop as soon as the sound met your ears, “you don’t know me well at all then, baby.”
“Javier...” you leaned in closer to him and dropped your voice, “I don’t...I love you, Javier. But I don’t....this can’t happen.”
“What did you say?” he asked before you could ramble on and get too lost in your train of thought. You hadn’t even realized those three little words that slipped out of your mouth. But as he stared back at you, those brown eyes soft as ever as he searched your own, you realized what had happened, “what. Did. You. Say?”
You wanted to deny it, pretend it had never happened and take back your words, but you couldn’t. Not when it was the truth, not when they were already out in the open, not when they were true.
“I...umm,” your face instantly warmed up as you turned away, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole, “don’t make say it again. Please.”
“Say it again and I’ll never ask you to repeat it,” his face was almost lit up with joy as he realized he had you right where he wanted you. You groaned as you finished your beer, unable to contain your own laugh as you quickly flipped him off.
“You realize that your statement itself is a fallacy,” you teased as he sat back in the booth and shrugged, bringing a hand to his mouth as he brushed his fingers over his mustache. You sighed heavily, letting go of all the worries and nerves that were racking your body, “fuck...Javi...”
“I love you,” he blurted out before you could say anything else. Your mouth dropped and formed a small o as you realized what he had said. At first you wondered if it was some sort of colossal joke or he was just pulling your leg to try and get you to repeat those damned words. But when he remained silent, waiting for some sort of reaction and didn’t make some sort of start remark, you realized he wasn’t joking.
“I...huh?” your brow furrowed as he laughed lightly giving you an expectant look, “Javi?”
“I’ll say it again if you will.”
“I love you?” you asked as you looked at him with wide eyes. His grin spread across his features, brilliantly highlighting his dimple, “is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Only if you mean it,” he cocked an eyebrow before taking the cigarette out of his mouth and stubbing it out in the ashtray, “do you?”
“You’re an asshole Javier,” you insisted as he noncommittally nodded, “but yeah. I, umm...I do. I have for a long time.”
“Well that settles that then,” he stated simply, a satisfied little look on his face as you just sat there in confusion.
“Settles what?”
“I love you,” he said as you didn’t bother to hide the little smile on your face, “and you love me. Maybe that’s all we need. Maybe that’s all that matters.”
“Javier...”
“Do you ever think that we think too much?”
“I would argue that as DEA Agents its our job...”
“Maybe we’ve gotten too lost in that,” he stated simply, “maybe we need to think less and just...be.”
“Sage words coming from you, Javier Peña.”
“I’m not just a pretty face,” he smirked as you dramatically rolled your eyes, “but I’m being honest with you. Maybe we shouldn’t think too much about any of this...and just see where things go.”
“I’m scared...”
“I am too,” he admitted, almost laughing, “I haven’t felt this way about...anyone before and its...scary. God, I’m grown man and here I feel like a fuckin’ kid.”
“Javi?”
“Dulzura?”
“Will you...will you kiss me?” your cheeks felt like they were on fire as your question hung in the air for just a moment. There was a wicked little glint in his eye as he nodded with a light, nervous huff of air, “but not here.”
“Oh? Oh.”
“If we’re going to do this, I want to do this properly,” he insisted softly, “and I’m not kissing you in this dirty, run down bar. I want to do this properly. Let’s get out of here.”
“Okay now that I can get behind.”
“Let’s go for a walk,” he suggest softly, earning a smile from you, “ice cream sound good?”
“Yeah, Javi,” you agreed as you gently took his outstretched hand, “that sounds good.”
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Model Mammon!
I got the inspiration for this story from a couple of daily chats in game. I'm a sucker for loving Mammon so it features my personal genderfluid MC.
Hoshiko (the MC) got Asmo to get them a copy of the latest Devil Style.
What happens when Mammon finds them fawning over the front cover?
Hoshiko walked out of Asmodeus's room holding the latest copy of Devil Style and admiring the cover. They hummed happily to themself.
"Hey Hoshiko!" Mammon yelled at them from where he was standing right in front of the door to his room.
Hoshiko's head snapped to him and they briefly froze before quickly shoving the magazine under their shirt. "Hey," was their weak reply.
"What's that you got there?" He asked as he started to walk over to them.
"Oh it's just-" and then Hoshiko suddenly bolted.
"What?! Hey why are you running?!" Mammon called as he ran after them.
Hoshiko didn't respond and just ran downstairs, trying to get to their room before Mammon could catch them.
Mammon slid down the banister to catch up to them. "You can't get away from me!"
Hoshiko looked back at him in horror.
Mammon jumped off at the end of the banister and grabbed Hoshiko, keeping them still. "What do you have? Why did you run away?"
"I won't tell you!" Hoshiko yelled at him while they squirmed.
"Then I'll just take it!" He reached under their shirt and grabbed the magazine, pulling it out and stepping away from them to really look at it.
Hoshiko gasped. "Mammon!"
Mammon just stared at the magazine. "It's..."
Hoshiko took advantage of his stunned state and snatched the magazine away from him before running away again.
"Hey!" Mammon yelled before he took off after them again.
Hoshiko ran to their room and closed the door but wasn't able to lock it before Mammon was trying to force his way in.
"Hoshiko! Lemme in!"
"No!" They were desperately trying to close the door back.
"Why not?!"
"Cuz you're going to be all smug and make fun of me!"
"No I'm not! I just... I wanna watch you while you read the article..." Mammon stopped trying to force his way in.
Hoshiko was quiet. They stopped trying to push him out but they didn't let him in either.
"Why?"
"Because I wanna see what you think."
Hoshiko peeked through the crack in the door at him. "And you're not going to make fun of me?"
"No."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"You swear?"
"Ain't that the same thing?"
"Say it."
He sighed. "I swear I won't make fun of you."
Hoshiko moved out of the way and opened the door to let him in.
Mammon grinned and walked in.
Hoshiko closed the door behind him then took the magazine and sat down on the bed with it.
"So..." Mammon started.
Hoshiko looked at him.
"Did you get your own copy of the magazine or is that Asmo's?"
"I asked Asmo to buy me a copy. I don't like going into town alone."
Mammon nodded. "That's probably for the best."
"... are you really gonna sit here and watch me read the article about you?"
"Yeah!" He toed off his shoes and sat criss-cross on the bed.
Hoshiko shook their head and leaned back against the headboard. They admired the cover briefly before turning straight to the article with Mammon's interview.
Mammon watched their every expression.
Hoshiko smiled and grinned at most of it, and blushed at some of it.
"What part are you reading?" Mammon asked when he noticed them blushing.
They looked at him. "You're just really... sincere in the interview. I like seeing this soft side of you."
"Soft?"
"Yeah. Like sweet and gentle."
"You like all that?"
"I love that. I wanna see who a person is when they're not around the public, when they feel comfortable... apparently you're really comfortable modeling."
Mammon blushed. "Hoshiko... I..." he looked away from them.
"What is it?" Hoshiko leaned closer to him.
"It's actually... ugh... nevermind."
Hoshiko frowned. "You know, you can tell me anything."
He looked at them.
They blushed as they grinned at him. "By the way, you look really good in these photos."
He grinned back. "Ya think so?"
"Yeah, you look all sweet and soft."
He nodded. "Ya know... whenever I model, I always imagine that you're there..."
"Me?" Hoshiko sounded surprised.
Mammon blushed and looked away from them. "Yeah... I just imagine that you're laying next to me or that we're cuddling or you're just there, being all encouraging and I totally relax."
Hoshiko set the magazine on the bedside table. "But... you don't act all relaxed and chill when you're actually hanging out with me."
Mammon groaned and looked at them. "Why're you getting on my case about it?"
"I'm not getting on your case, I promise. I'm just confused. You said you think about me and it makes you relaxed but then when we're together you seem so high strung. Sometimes like you're stressed but mostly you're just full of energy. I'd love to see you all relaxed if I'm honest."
Mammon's shoulders slumped. "I want to be but then I get around you and I get nervous."
Hoshiko frowned. "I make you nervous? Did I do something wrong?"
"No! You're only ever nice to me. You're fucking perfect and I just... fuck..."
"So... should I be less "perfect" to make you less nervous?"
"No! Never! Don't you ever change a single thing about you."
"I'm really confused now..." Hoshiko held their face in their hands.
Mammon groaned and stood up. "I love you, okay?! Like, really love you! And it makes me nervous as hell because I want you to love me back! There! Are you happy?!"
Hoshiko just stared at him, stunned silent.
"Fuck! Now I've ruined it..." Mammon headed toward the door.
"No wait!" Hoshiko jumped up from the bed and ran over and grabbed his hand.
Mammon squeezed their hand but didn't look at them. "Now it's my turn to ask you not to make fun of me."
"I would never make fun of you over something like this..."
"Of course, you're going to let me down easy which is gonna be way worse."
"Mammon, please look at me."
He sighed and turned to look at them, he put on a smile but it was totally fake. "... don't worry about me. I'm the great-"
Hoshiko cut him off by pulling his face down so that they could kiss him.
Mammon was shocked at first but then kissed back.
Hoshiko pulled away to look at him. "I love you too."
"Oh thank the demon king!" He wrapped his arms around them and kissed them hard.
Hoshiko laughed and kissed back, but pulled away again to take off his sunglasses. "I don't know why you wear these things all the time..."
"Because they're cool, duh."
"I'd rather see your beautiful blue eyes. I think they're stunning... like sapphires."
Mammon blushed. "Oh, uh... I'll keep that in mind..." he glanced away from them.
Hoshiko kissed his cheek and went to sit back on the bed.
"So..." Mammon started as he walked over and sat down next to them.
Hoshiko looked at him. "You just figured out that I love you, what are you going to do next?" They asked with a teasing grin.
"I definitely wanna kiss you again."
Hoshiko grinned and climbed into his lap. "I like that idea."
He grinned wide before kissing them again.
Hoshiko kissed back and ran their hands into his hair.
He wrapped his arms around them and held them tightly. He gradually gripped them tighter and tighter.
Hoshiko pulled away to look at him once they got uncomfortable. "What's wrong?"
"Huh?"
"You're squeezing me so hard, it kinda hurts."
"Oh! Sorry..." he let go and settled for resting his hands on their hips.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yeah... I'm afraid that this is all a dream and I'll wake up any minute now."
Hoshiko frowned. "What can I do to let you know this isn't a dream?"
He shrugged.
Hoshiko kissed him again.
He kissed back.
Hoshiko bit his lip.
He gasped softly.
"Did that hurt?" Hoshiko asked.
"A little... I liked it though."
They grinned. "Well if it hurt then that means you're not in a dream, right?"
He looked at them. "That's not... is that how that works?"
Hoshiko rolled their eyes. "How about we just savor the moment?"
He grinned. "Yeah, okay."
Hoshiko smiled softly and continued loving on Mammon, giving him as much praise and reassurance as he needed.
#I love Mammon so much#he deserves so much love#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me fanfic#my work#my obey me mc#obey me mc#mammon x mc#obey me Mammon#Mammon#mammon fanfic#Hoshiko Higure
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His Reputation
summary: Y/N and Harry are in High School. The two of them absolutely hate each other but have to work together at an English assignment.
pairings: Harry Styles x reader
warnings: Angst and swearing.
word count: 3,6K words
a/n : To be honest, i don’t really know if i like it that much, but i still wanted to share it with you! Please let me know if you liked it! :)

Today was the first day of senior year. Y/N couldn’t be any happier about finally starting her last year. She was over with this shit show of a school. First of all, Y/N didn’t have many friends. She tried to make them, but they were mostly put off by her appearance. She mostly wore dark clothes and didn’t always have a smile on her face. She barely put any effort into her make-up, only some mascara what was smeared out at the end of the day.
But nonetheless Y/N had one best friend. It was hard for Y/N to open up to people and she could be cold and distant to a stranger at first, but if you get her to trust you she was literally a sweetheart. And so, it happened to be that Y/F/N won the trust of Y/N.
In contrast to Y/F/N, Harry Styles was the person Y/N would never trust, even if he was the last person to exist on this planet. The hatred towards him was big.
Harry Styles was a captain of the High School football team and was pretty popular. Freshman guys looked up to him, they aspired to be as good as him in Football one day. And the girls would drool all over him in the hallways. Even though he got a generous choice for girls he was still single. Some people said he didn’t want to have a relationship because he focused too much on football, others said he might be dating someone secretly. Y/N didn’t care about all this bullshit over Harry. She lived her life without having to obsess over a stinky football guy. The funny thing, she was the only one.
“How can you not like him?” Y/F/N asked Y/N.
“How could you like him?” Y/N responded. “He is so full of himself, I’d almost think he wants to marry his self later.” Y/N chuckled when she saw him looking in the tiny mirror in his locker, fixing his hair. “Why would he care so much about his hair, god damn.”
Y/N closed her locker and walked away from the scene. Girls were admiring from a little distance, but all you can do was find the nearest bathroom to puke.
Harry tried sometimes to talk to Y/N, but it was short conversations. Y/N would respond back with short and cold answers and would cut off the conversation immediately.
Y/N may hate Harry, but Harry did find Y/N interesting. He was confused as why she didn’t like him? How could someone not like him? He knew he was handsome and attractive; how could she not see it. But because she didn’t like him Harry felt more attracted to her. She was mysterious and he liked it. He only didn’t show it. After trying to talk nicely to her, and not succeeding, he became cold and harsh to Y/N too.
After 3 full years of pestering each other on and off they were not thinking off ceasing this year.
“Hey, Raccoon, still didn’t learn how to do some proper make-up?” Was one of the first things Harry yelled at Y/N when she walked into school. Y/N’s reaction? holding up two middle-fingers in Harry’s direction with a fake big smile.
Y/N and Y/F/N said their goodbyes when they split to go to their classrooms. First period would be English. Y/N sat down in the back corner of the room to not be seen. The start was good, the teacher, Mrs. Anderson, talked about her summer break and introduced herself. She even showed pictures of her two dogs. But then hell broke loose. Mrs. Anderson paired people together to interview each other about their summer break and write a whole essay about it. Y/N hated projects where you needed to work together. But she hated this project even more when she heard who her partner would be.
“And then next, Y/N Y/L/N together with Harry Styles.” Harry looked to Y/N with a smirk on his face and all you could do was put a middle finger up. Gladly Mrs. Anderson didn’t see it.
After class Harry walked up to Y/N. “Please, fuck off.” Y/N said and grabbed her bag to leave.
“You need to talk to me, otherwise we will both fail this class.” He said and crossed his arms.
“Fine, then I’ll fail this class, everything to not have to talk to you.”
“For a fact, I know you can’t fail this class, or you can’t graduate.” A crooked smile could be seen on his face and his head was tilted a bit. “So, what do you say, mine place, or yours?”
“Library after school sounds just fine.” With those words, Y/N walked off to her next period.
//
After school Y/N walked to the library to work on the project with Harry. She had told the horrible news to Y/F/N but the only thing she could say was: “Maybe you two might actually talk for once, and maybe even slightly be friendly to each other.” Y/N thought she was crazy and that that never was going to happen.
Once in the library Y/N found a spot and pulled out her laptop to be ready for the interview she had to take. But Harry was nowhere to be seen. The thought of mailing him came through Y/N’s head, but that would look desperate, and Y/N was everything but desperate.
After a good twenty minutes Harry finally showed up, he was dressed in his football uniform, and his hair was one big mess. “Practice took longer than expected.” he said. He took place across from Y/N and laid back in his chair.
“I don’t care what the hell you were up to.” Y/N snapped. “Just be in time.”
“Jeez, why so grumpy?” Harry laughed. Y/N was already irritated and couldn’t wait for this god damn project to be over. “So, what do we need to do?”
“Didn’t you listen to the explanation of Mrs. Anderson?”
“No.”
Y/N sighed and tried to explain calmly what the two of them needed to do.
“So, we need to interview each other?” Harry asked, “and then need to write an essay about each other’s summer break?” Y/N nodded.
“Exactly, it isn’t that hard.”
“If it isn’t that hard, then why won’t you write both of our essays?” Harry proposed. “You wouldn’t have to see me, and I wouldn’t have to do anything.”
“Do I look like your little slave? I’m not going to do that, idiot.”
After a while the two actually started to ask each other questions about their break. Y/N tried to come up with good questions and tried to answer Harry’s questions as well as possible. But his answers were short and Y/N couldn’t work with those, and let’s not talk about the questions he asked.
“Aren’t you going to write my answers down?” Y/N noticed that Harry didn’t write anything down on his notebook during the whole interview.
“Nah, I’ll remember it.” He crossed his arms and smiled. “Or, I’ll just come up with something.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Oh, and who are you to say that? You’re not my teacher.”
//
The whole afternoon was full of the two fighting like this. and Y/N was relieved when they called it quits. They weren’t done, far from. Y/N didn’t have enough to get a whole essay to write, and she was sure Harry didn’t either, with his dumb ass questions.
“So, when are we going to work on this further?” Y/N asked when she packed her stuff.
“I thought we were done?”
“We are far from done, how do you think you are going to write a whole essay about my break with this little information.” Y/N rambled.
“Just, like I said. I’ll come up with some stuff.”
“You can do that,” Y/N said, “But I’m not going to, so we’re going to meet up again to work on this horrible project, if you like it or not.”
Harry put his hands in his pockets and was thinking about it. “Fine,” he finally said. “But, at my place tomorrow after school.”
“I don’t fucking know where you live, Styles.”
“I’ll just text you the address.” Harry already walks away.
How in the hell was he going to text her if he didn’t even have her phone number? Y/N decided that wouldn’t be her problem.
When Y/N got home she decided to make a start on her essay. Even though she didn’t have much to write about she stretched the hell out of everything and finally got at least one page full. The fact that the main thing Harry did in his break was playing football made Y/N laugh. How can a person be so dedicated about a school sport? When he didn’t play football, he hung out with friends. At least that’s what he had told Y/N.
Harry played so much football to get away from his house. His parents were fighting all the time and Harry didn’t like being in the middle of it all. At home he often was in his room listening to music on 100% volume to zone out of the real world. Harry liked music, he has a guitar and he also likes to sing, but he keeps that to himself. Sometimes he even wrote songs, but would never let anyone hear them. The lyrics would be hidden away in an old book in a drawer in his room.
Of course, he couldn’t tell Y/N this was what he was doing in the holidays. He had a reputation of being the hot football player who wasn’t afraid of anyone. And even though he knew he could get any girl, he still was insecure. He was scared people would see when he hadn’t slept all night because of his parents. The bags under his eyes would sometimes be so big, he put his mother’s concealer under it. Nobody would notice.
Harry was glad that his parents finally decided to get a divorce, and his dad would move out. It was quiet in the house, finally. And Harry got to have a good night sleep again. His bond with his mum had grew since, and he was really glad for it.
When he got home he went to the kitchen where his mum was preparing dinner. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then sat on the counter.
“How was school, darling?”
“I’ve got to do a stupid project for English class with that stupid girl, Y/N.” Harry’s mum knew he didn’t like Y/N, but she disagreed about how he talked about her.
“Harry,” she said warningly. “You probably don’t even know her that well, maybe she’s a really nice girl.”
“Sure, that’s why she’s so cold and harsh to me.”
“Maybe she has her reasons?” Harry walks off unagreeably. He loved his mum, but in this case a little less. He knew Y/N was stupid. She didn’t like him, so why would he be nice to her? He tried it long ago, and that didn’t go well. Why even try now?
//
After school Y/N was walking to Harry’s house. It was a fifteen-minute walk and rain poured down. She forgot to bring an umbrella and was now soaking wet. She already felt the embarrassment of sitting in Harry’s room, clothes dripping on his floor. Amazing.
After fifteen minutes of walking, Y/N arrived at Harry’s place. It was a cozy house, not too small, not too big. Y/N didn’t expect Harry to live in a house like this. She had more the image in her head of a big house with big entrance and huge garden.
She walked up to the door and rang the bell. Anxiously waiting for someone to open it. After a few seconds a woman opens the door and squeaks when she sees Y/N. “Oh, you must be Y/N! come inside it must be cold!” Y/N follows the woman into the house and there they stood in the hall. “I’m Anne, Harry’s mum.” the woman says. “You’re soaking wet, darling. Do you want something warm to change into?”
“Oh, no I don’t want to bother-”
“I’ll get Harry to get you something warm.” She yells upstairs for Harry to come downstairs and get Y/N some warm clothes. Harry’s face speaks for itself, he’s already done with this bullshit, but does what his mum tells him to.
Anne told Y/N to just follow Harry and it would be alright. So, she did. Harry walks into a room, Y/N guessed was his. The walls were painted in a light color and it was clean. Y/N imagined his room full of football supplies, but she saw nothing what was related to football. While Y/N was looking around the room Harry was picking out some of his old clothes. He gave them to Y/N and told her she could get changed in the bathroom.
Harry had given Y/N some sweatpants and his old football shirt. It was way too big on her, but it was better than the wet clothes she was wearing. Anne offered to put her wet clothes in the dryer so Y/N handed them over to her.
When Y/N walked back into Harry’s room Harry looked up. He didn’t want to find Y/N cute in his old clothes, but he did. And he hated himself for that. It was just cute how the clothes were way too big on her. She awkwardly stood in the door opening and waited for Harry to say something.
“You can sit on my bed.” Harry offers while he was already seated at his desk. Y/N plops down and grabs her laptop from her bag. Y/N was confused, as to why his mum was so kind and caring while Harry was far from that.
The two, were to surprise, working great together. Harry finally asked some good, deep questions and Y/N was glad to give some good answers in return. After an hour the two were finished interviewing each other without any hassle.
Harry dropped on his bed with a big sigh while Y/N was still seated at the end of it. “Glad that’s over with.” he says while staring at the ceiling.
“Yes, indeed.” Y/N answers as she puts her laptop away. “I’ll get my own clothes again so I can leave.”
“They’re probably not dry yet.” Harry says. “You can stay a little longer if you want, I can make you a cup of tea?” In this hour of not fighting with each other Harry began to see why he was interested in her four years ago. He saw her ticking away on her laptop with her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth. It was funny how she made weird faces while typing out some of the answers. And he admired when she giggled sometimes. It wasn’t a lot, but for some reason it felt like home. He knew he couldn’t be harsh to her right now.
“Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?” Y/N asks suspicious. Harry was never nice to her, so something’s got to be up.
“It was peaceful today, I liked it.”
“I thought that was just to get over with this project.”
“No, I-, do you want tea or not?” Y/N chuckled and nod her head.
She was still surprised Harry was acting so nice out of nowhere. She had do admit she really liked this side of him. But she was still scared he’d change at a glance. Maybe he only was this nice because there was nobody else and his reputation couldn’t be destroyed.
Harry already was off to the kitchen so Y/N was alone with her thoughts. She really wanted to believe he could always be this kind, but she needed to see him like this at school. She was scared that if she would open up, just a little bit right now, he would use it against her, and pester her even more with it.
After 5 minutes Harry comes back up with two cups of tea and hands one over to Y/N. “Thank you.” She says with a slight smile. It was silent while the two of them while slurping their tea.
“Y/N I can’t do this.” Y/N looked up at Harry in confusion. She knew it, he couldn’t fake being nice to her. Of course, she was right. It was just an act. “I can’t act like I hate you, when I actually like you, you seem really nice.”
“What?!” Y/N almost spits out her tea. “How?” she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Then, why were you always so rude to me?”
“Because you acted cold and harsh towards me!” he exclaims.
“Ow.”
Dead silence.
“I’m just not so open towards people I don’t know, I don’t trust people that easy and i can be cold, i guess.” Y/N explains. “I always thought you just picked on me.”
“No, in our first year of High School i really tried to talk to you in a nice way, but you always cut off the conversations.”
“So, because I was cold to you, you became cold and mean to me?”
“Yes, i guess so.” Harry takes another sip of his tea. “I guess the tea is hot today.” Y/N laughed and gave nudged his arm. “Can you trust me now?”
“Well, no.” Y/N says. “How can I know you really mean this?”
“I just don’t pester you the upcoming days on school? If you don’t either?” he extends his arm. “Promise?” Y/N nods and takes his hand.
“Promise.”
//
The next week the two of them didn’t snap at each other and it was peaceful between the two of them. They also didn’t speak to each other, but sometimes they would send each other a small smile in the hallways.
Y/F/N noticed the sudden change between Y/N and Harry. “What is going on, why aren’t you guys fighting all the time?”
“We came to our senses, and agreed we should stop being mean to each other.” Y/F/N was shocked. She saw the two of you fighting each day for the last three years, how was that changed of a sudden?”
“But, you literally hate each other.”
“Well,” Y/N begins. “I thought he hated me, but it was me who was harsh to him in the beginning, so he became harsh to me too because of that.”
“So you hated him for being mean, but it was your own fault?”
“Exactly.”
“And you’re sure he won’t start picking on you again?”
“I hope so.” Y/N gulped. “He promised it.”
“Let’s hope” Y/F/N says cheery. “Because I’m liking this truce.”
When Y/N was walking in the way of a bathroom she walked by Harry and his friends.
“100% you’re going to pick on her again next week.” She hears one of his friends say laughing.
“Yeah, absolutely.” Harry confirms and laughs with his friend.
“What the fuck, Styles?!” you blurt out. Harry looked up in shock after hearing you. He wanted to say something but you ran into the bathroom.
“Y/N,” he stood by the door to try and talk to you. He heard his friends behind him laughing but he didn’t care. Why did he care so much about this stupid reputation, it wasn’t meant for Y/N to hear that, he didn’t mean a thing he said, he just wanted his friends to like him? “Y/N, please.” he repeated after she didn’t respond after the first time. After the third time of not responding he walked into the girl’s bathroom not giving a fuck.
“Go away.” Y/N yelled. Harry could tell she cried a bit and tried to cover it up. “You don’t care about me.”
“I do, I really do Y/N.”
“Didn’t seem like it back there.”
“Y/N I have a reputation here.”
“Exactly, and getting a truce with me would ruin it, go ahead, let’s ruin each other’s lives again.” Harry wanted to come closer to Y/N but she pushed him away. “If that fucking reputation is so fucking important to you, mister fucking styles, then go ahead and save your reputation.” She punched Harry on his chest. For harry it didn’t hurt that much, but Y/N really needed to relieve her anger at him. Harry grabbed her wrists so she stopped hitting him. “Let me go!” she exclaims. Harry doesn’t let go and stares deeply into Y/N eyes.
“Fuck my reputation.” Harry says. He leans forward and crashes his lips onto Y/N. At first Y/N was in shock by the sudden kiss but was soon joining him. Their lips were in sync. Harry grabbed Y/N’s cheek and stroked it with his thumb and Y/N’s hands were all over Harry’s curls. The anger she had really was outed in the kiss and it made it even more passionate. The two couldn’t get enough of each other, and they both realized that this was the thing they both wanted, but tried to put that feeling away for so many years.
“Harry.” Y/N begins as the kiss came to an end. “Are you sure you want to get rid of that reputation, for me?”
“one hundred percent.” He grabs her hand and squeezes it. “please, trust me.”
“I want to, but how do i know you won’t keep talking about me like that.” referring to the scene with his friends from a moment ago.
“You still have my football shirt from the afternoon we did the interview?” Y/N nodded, Harry said she could keep it because it didn’t fit him anymore. That was a lie, he wanted her to have it, it looked adorable on her. “Please, wear that to school tomorrow, and I’ll gladly show you off to everyone in this school.”
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fem jaytim + fake dating, please? thanks ♡
Thea’s coming out had been a bit of a disaster. Yeah, it had been her own choice, but… let’s just say that the studios’ reactions had been mixed, and so had been the one of her fans. She could have dealt without the accusations about her past relationships with men being fake, thank you very much.
Fact was that there was this invisible line drawn between her and other people. It had always been there, but her statement had exacerbated the matter, Thea felt. Even in her family, Dick seemed to be the only one openly supportive and never afraid to dole out hugs when she needed them.
Dick was in Europe on location, though. Thea was facing the prospect of a movie premiere all alone.
She had no intention of skipping it; this movie was important to her, and she was a professional. The press game was almost as much part of her job as the acting. Stiiiill. It was gonna suck so much, wasn’t it?
The buzzing of the phone saved her from burying her head in her hands at the thought.
Still, she had no intention of picking it up (let these assholes figure it out for themselves) until she saw the caller ID, and then she couldn’t move fast enough. “Hey, Jay.”
“Hey.” There was a chuckle on the other end of the line. “How’re you holding up?”
“As long as I don’t check Twitter? Fine.”
Jay hummed sympathetically. “You got a premiere at Grauman’s tonight, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Thea swallowed. “Really not looking forward to it, if I’m honest.”
“Let me go with you,” Jay suggested. “We could be girlfriends.”
“What?”
Thea knew that Jay was out, of course, though she couldn’t have told you when exactly that happened. Possibly the cliché of a six-foot-one woman with short hair and flannel shirts had taken care of that for Jay.
“I could go with you to your premiere, as your girlfriend. If you wanted.” Jay sounded way too casual for what she was suggesting.
…oh. That was because it wasn’t real. Jay must’ve read the press and was offering her solidarity as a fellow queer, single woman. Thea tried not to be too disappointed. Really, it was a kind gesture. “You would do that?”
“Yes, Thea.”
“Okay. Yes, uh, I would like that, thank you.”
Jay laughed. “Awesome.”
“Uh, we’ll pick you up on the way?”
“It’s fine; I know I live the opposite way. I’ll just get a taxi and meet you there.”
Luckily, hair and make-up kept Thea occupied for the following four hours, or she would’ve likely torn her own hair out. As it was, she barely had time for fretting before she was scarfing down a meal and laced into her dress. And then it was time to go.
When she climbed out of the car, Thea spent a minute making sure her skirts were all sitting correctly and covering the significant bits. She’d loved the ballerina-inspired dress the moment she saw it, but it could go from ‘risky’ to ‘porn model’ with one wrong movement.
“Hey, Thea.”
Smiling, Thea looked. “Hi, Jay—“
Jesus. Jay was wearing a suit. That—for some reason, Thea had not expected that. Usually, the older woman was one for casual wear, no matter the event. It was a lot to take in for Thea’s poor brain.
It took her a moment to notice that Jay was talking. “—sure?”
“Huh?”
Jay nodded toward the gaggle of reporters trying to wave them over. “You sure you wanna talk to them?”
“That’s what we’re here for, right?” Thea asked, trying to smile.
Jay threw her an odd look but reached out to take her hand. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”
Thea was distracted enough by the feeling to not even mind when the cameras started flashing as soon as they approached.
“Today, we will see you star in a romantic comedy, but it seems you have found some love of your own,” the first reporter asked. “How did you two meet?”
Jay answered before Thea could. “Oh, we have the same mentor, you know. Even though we specialize in different genres, our paths have actually crossed quite often.”
A second reporter interjected: “And now, you two are dating?”
“Yes.” Jay let go of Thea’s hand, only to pull her in by her waist. Thea couldn’t help but melt into her, her own hand coming up to clutch the fabric of Jay’s suit jacked by instinct. Like this, even the reporters seemed almost friendly.
“Is that a new development?” Is she the reason you’re out?
It felt wrong that her first public relationship with a woman would be the actual fake one. Well. On Jay’s side, Thea reassured herself. She herself wasn’t lying, was she?
So she leaned forward and said into the mic: “Yes and no. I have admired Jay for a long time. She’s an amazing artist and an even better friend, honest and just so funny. I couldn’t believe it when she called me.”
The mic moved toward Jay. “You asked her out?”
“Yeah, I have eyes.” Jay’s answer was utterly deadpan and startled everyone into a laugh. “I never thought I had a chance until Thea came out, and even then… it’s still pretty unbelievable that she said yes.”
“Of course I did,” Thea told her immediately. The smile that Jay gave her in reply was so smitten, in once more confirmed why she was one of the great actresses of their generation.
Then the older woman cleared her throat. “Anyway, we’re here about a movie. Questions about that, please.”
Once they had dealt with all the questions and were safely inside the theater, Thea squeezed Jay’s hand where it was still gripping her hip. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” Jay murmured, and, after a quick glance around, pressed a quick kiss into her hair. “You do look beautiful, by the way.”
Thea was pretty sure she would never stop blushing, and the evening was just getting started.
Usually, a showing like this meant endless self-criticism—she could’ve been a little more on beat here, her accent slipped there, her timing was atrocious—but tonight? Tonight she concentrated on the way laughter shook its way through Jay’s body, how the taller woman played with her hair in quiet moments and how she kissed Thea’s hair after her Big Emotional Scene in what was quickly becoming Thea’s favorite gesture.
They walked out arm-in-arm, chatting with various film critics and Thea’s co-workers. Thea felt drunk in a way that had nothing to do with champagne. So much touch in one evening…
It had to end eventually, though. The car was already waiting for her when they exited the theater through the backdoor.
A little desperate, Thea asked: “Let me drive you home?” The touches would stop as soon as they were out of sight, she knew, but she didn’t want to be alone just yet.
“Sure thing, darlin’.”
Jay slid into the seat right and?? She was still holding Thea close? Still pulling her against Jay’s warm body, still touching her tenderly, still looking at her like that—
“There are no photographers here,” Thea whispered.
“No, there aren’t.” Jay seemed to take that for an entirely different cue than it was because she tipped Thea’s chin up and pressed an excruciatingly gentle kiss to her lips.
“I wasn’t lying, you know, I’ve been wantin’ this,” she murmured when they pulled away, and oh, Thea was such a dumbass. Jesus.
“Me, too.” Finally, finally, she allowed herself to pull the other woman in by that thrice-damned tie, kissing her again because this—this was just for them.
(I’m taking prompts until the end of the year.)
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Getting a Roommate
That’s Actually my first fanfic here (I wrote fanfics a loooong time ago, but not about SKZ, so it’s a whole new world) So I’m kinda nervous kkk
Genre: Romance; College Au; Roommate Au; Love Triangle Word Count: ~2,9K Female lead YAYAYA: For now I only know it will have a Roommate (Not necessarily Who Y/N will end up with) , Romance and everyone is in College. Would like an opinion about who She should move in with, but don’t even know if someone will answer it KKK So maybe I just choose it randomly
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final)
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You couldn’t believe your luck, maybe it’s because you don’t have any. Not sure. You just needed to find a roommate for now, but it’s your life we’re talking about so of course, it couldn’t be so easy, right?
Well, right.
To begin with, you could only find male roommates, which could not be a bother, but also could! So you decided to go out of your way and meet all of them in person and on the renting place, because who knows what could be there waiting for you? You were very aware that psychos could exist in all forms and usually, they looked like a normal dude waiting for you to take that bait, but at least you could narrow down a bit the ones that look suspicious from the start, right? It couldn’t hurt...
Except that yes, it could!
You only had a day to find a new place, because your so loved old roomie made you the favor of getting both of you expelled! A really great day it was. Now, her parents wanted her back and out of college (rich brat, indeed), but you do not have the money to live alone (you wished you could be a rich brat, hm?) and happens to need a place that takes your money and your sorry ass by the night. You had four places to look up to that met your needings, that were really just being accepted by the night, you swear you didn’t even ask for a good bathroom, a bus stop or a nice place! You just needed a bloody bed!
The roommates you saw, unfortunately, weren’t helping your case tough.
The first place was really pretty! The guys were also quite alluring, but they were kinda... Fuckboys? It wouldn't really be a problem if one of them wasn’t a dick!
“ Hey, Y/N, right?” A boy asked when you stepped in. Friendly enough, you guessed.
The place was all clean and bright, which may suggest he could be a psycho... Blood cleaners could make the walls so shiny? Maybe. Your worrying thoughts about the possibility of being murdered ended when he spoke up again.
“ As you can see we have a really clean place” He bragged. You don’t think that a psycho would be bragging about his skills to hide evidence to a victim, but again you don’t understand a psycho’s mind “Everything has to be clean if you want to bring chicks around, right? You guys love a clean place to fuck”
Oh, well! It was... Unexpected.
“I beg your pardon?” You tried to be polite and smile, unsure about what to think now.
“I and my roomie are really... How can I say it to you? Fuckable? Well, it may sound crude, but yeah! Fuckable” He was pondering really hard about the words and he still managed to choose Fuckable. Nice. He wasn’t wrong tough “And we like to do it, okay? So we bring a lot of girls here, that’s why we like to keep everything clean and shiny, so they can feel well”
Your mind was stuck on “we like to do it, okay?” but you also noticed the warm smile he was giving, trying to be a gentleman. What in the world? You smiled back to him, feeling at a loss of words.
“Well, you can like to do it... It’s not wrong at all, hm...” You tried to remember his name.
“Minho” He said, smiling.
“ Minho” You smiled back “And I can see you guys think about the girls a lot...” Well, at least they wanted them to feel welcomed, right?
“Not really” Another voice spoke up, and you turned back to see the other fuckable roomie you could get. You can’t believe you thought that.
And you couldn’t believe he said they don’t think about the girls at all! What a jerk.
“ Oh, this is Hyunjin!” Minho said to you, pointing at his friend “He’s the one who cleans the stuff and I’m the one who cooks stuff”
“ So you guys have a system... What would I do if I got to live here?” You asked, curious about the practical matters.
Hyunjin smiled, but different from Minho, who only smiled friendly until now, Hyunjin’s smile was cocky and you could almost hear his mind talking shit right now.
“ You could fuc—“ Before he could end his sentence, Minho rushed to his side and put a hand upon his mouth.
What an asshole...
“ What he means is that you can help cleaning stuff or cooking stuff, anything you feel comfortable with. Hyunjin doesn’t really like to do the dishes and neither do I... So you could do it if you don’t mind... And you could do the laundry if you don’t want us to see your stuff or something” He tried to be reasonable.
Something was smelling suspicious here... Why would Minho be so worried about Hyunjin talking shit if he was alright with “fuckable” and “we like to do it” himself? He got his hand off Hyunjin’s mouth and you narrowed your eyes in their directions.
“Okay, spill out” You said, crossing your arms.
“ What do you mean?” Minho asked, confused.
“ Are you trying to find a new fuck buddy or something? Why are you so desperate in getting a new roommate if you guys have all sorted out? I can see you think Hyunjin is disturbing your plans on getting me here” I blurted out and they were surprised.
“ A fuck buddy?” Hyunjin laughed out loud, slapping Minho’s shoulder “My dear, why would we look for a fuck buddy that lived with us? It would only make it difficult to fuck another person later. Are you even hearing yourself?”
“What Hyunjin means” Minho tried again, fed up with his roommate “Is that fucking our roommates would not be allowed at all”
“ And we mean it” Hyunjin warned “I know we’re really good and all, but even if you begged I couldn't fuck you” He said sympathetically.
What?!
Minho widened his eyes, shocked with his friend’s words, and so did you.
“ Why on the Earth I would beg you to fuck me?!” You let out, enraged.
Hyunjin smiled and you wished you could smack it out of his face. Minho held his shoulder, trying to warn his friend, but Hyunjin was not the smart type at all.
“ Believe me, you would beg so much you would be embarrassed the next day”
Minho slapped his own face and turned to you with an apologetic smile.
“He’s dumb but he’s a good roommate, I swear” He tried, but you were already heading towards the door.
“ Y/N!” Minho called you, and you turned back, your hand on the door handle and the door open “The truth is that the rent will get higher and we don’t have the money to continue to live here... That’s why we want a new roommate. It’s just that Hyunjin is an asshole and doesn’t want a girl here...”
You scoffed.
“What? Are you afraid to beg me to fuck you later?” You utter.
Minho let a small laugh at your retort, amazed, but Hyunjin scoffed.
“ I’m afraid you will want to fuck us so much that when we do fuck our real fuck buddies you get all shitty and decide to move out, and we have to look up another roommate all over again” He spoke a little too high to your liking.
“Not everything revolves around your dick” You said, a fake and sweet voice coming out.
“ But a lot of people do” He guaranteed, mimicking your tone.
That was it, you couldn’t deal with him any further, so you slammed the door and went to the next place. You could hear Minho fed up “Nice one, dumbass” from the other side and it made you feel a little better.
The second place was way better if you were being honest, but the guy was a little bit... Tight? Maybe he just needed to warm up a little bit, He seemed really nice and sweet.
“YN?” He asked simply, letting you come in when you nodded.
He walked you through the apartment, pointing and explaining some things here and there. When he finished, he looked to you and waited.
“It’s a really nice place” You offered, unsure about what to say “I could move in right now” You smiled, trying to be a friendly guest.
He hummed, sitting down and gesturing you to do the same. You sat down on the sofa across him.
“ So let’s talk about the rules” He suggested and you thought it was a really good idea. He seemed responsible and smart, different from the other roommates you met. “Neither of us can bring anybody home” He eyed you, searching for a reaction “ And we should be home at eleven at most”.
That made you furrow your brows.
“Why?” You asked suddenly “I mean... I would like to go out sometimes, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t really have the time” He answered simply “And you can go out as much as you want if you don’t come back after eleven” He shrugged.
Hm… It wasn’t so bad, but it could be better, right? Maybe one of the others could be a better option.
“ That’s…” Understandable? Okay? You weren’t quite sure what to say, so he just spoke up.
“Boring?” He offered “Yeah, I get that a lot… But I have a really tight schedule and I would like to not be bothered by anyone past eleven. You may say you won’t drink much, but eventually, you will have a day when you do and I will have to hold your hair up instead of sleeping”
Oh… That was kinda sweet, actually.
“ Or you will get home all excited about a hangout and I will have to listen to it instead of sleeping… Or you will bring someone home and ask them to be quiet, but they will be loud as hell instead of letting me sleep…” He rumbled.
You guessed a lot of roommates really disturbed his sleeping schedule before.
You laughed, and he stopped talking for a moment.
“Sorry, I can totally understand you. If I decide to be here, I will make sure to let you sleep like a king” You smiled, but he didn’t return it.
“If?” He asked, sighing “So you’re not interested”
“What?! No!” You tried to say, but he put his hand up, asking for you to stop.
“That’s fine, I get a lot of it… I guess people don’t need to sleep anymore and I’m just an old hag” It sounded like a joke, but he wasn’t smiling, so you tried not to.
“ I don’t think you’re an old hag” And the smile slipped right away “I just think that maybe I can find someone as nice as you, but a little bit less… Tight?”
“ That’s fine” He assured “I have another person to come to check here out, tough” He warned “I won’t save it for you, okay? If He wants to stay, I will let him”
“Understandable” You laugh “See you later, Seungmin” You said, getting up “I will probably be back since you’re the nicest old hag I ever met”
He smiled at it and shook your hand.
“ I hope the next guy isn’t an old hag, then, so I can live with the nicest not hag I met around here” He said, this time I laughed and went towards the door.
“ What an honor” You said, faking a bow, and He laughed back.
So the second place wasn’t really a disaster, right? But maybe you could do better… The third-place got your hopes down, tough. Although the guy was really nice and gentle, live with him could be a little… Noisy.
When you knocked, He was already waiting for you and you got yourself thinking about all the murderer thing again. Was Seungmin too nice? Maybe He could kill you past eleven? You laughed at the thought and looked to your new guy. He looked nice… His smile was big and his voice really warm. When you stepped in, you noticed the house was a bit dark, though.
“Oh, We got a vampire here?” You said smiling and he laughed.
“ We have a lot of light here” He answered, fully opening the curtains. When the room lighted up, you saw that the place was actually cozy. “I was just watching a movie” He explained, pointing the TV.
“Sorry to interrupt” You said, but he waved his hand, telling you not to bother.
“Well, I will be honest with you, okay?” He started, and you could see nothing good would be coming “Before you see the apartment, I have to warn you that I bring girls here”
Great, another fuckboy? Was the college so full of hormone like the movies pictured it?
“That’s not a prob-“ You began to say, but he interrupted you.
“And they can be loud” He continued.
Ok? Was He bragging about his sex? Was he hooking up with really loud singers? What is the point here?
“ Do you have a problem with listen other people sex?” He asked.
Excuse me?
“Well, yeah” You answered high pitched.
“ That’s a shame…” He sighed “I was hoping you would like this kind of thing, but that’s fine… Actually, you wouldn’t hear much, I guess, but maybe some pet names or begging… Is it really unbearable?”
Okay, so He was a dom who liked making people beg for him? You must have been thinking a lot because his face seemed a little embarrassed right now.
“That’s not something to be ashamed of!” You rushed to say, kind of shouting it to his face. He got surprised and smiled at you, laughing right after.
“ I know it’s not, I just thought I had made you uncomfortable” He said “I really need a roomie and I’m hoping to get someone that likes it” He confessed.
What?
“ I don’t really plan to make sex with you” You blurted out.
You felt your face burn and you saw his ears getting red. Really red.
“ NO! That’s NOT what I meant” He hushed “I meant I hope to get a roommie that doesn’t care about the name calling and the sounds! Not that it would be bad if you planned to make sex with me… I mean, you’re really pretty and all, but if you don’t like that kind of stuff it may be a little difficult… I mean, why am I even saying this? That’s nothing wrong with making sex any other way, it’s just…” He let a big breath out, this time he looked abashed “I will just stop talking”
“Oh… Well…” You weren’t sure what to say. Both of you flustered in the moment, looking at each other “I guess it won’t go well… I still have one more place to go and I have one place in mind… But I wish you luck!” You rumbled.
“Yeah, ok! Totally cool!” He said, still ashamed of his speech.
You waved goodbye and got out of the room. Only one more and maybe you could find the perfect place.
“Y/N!” The guy was really happy to see you here.
“Hey” You smiled, unsure.
“Is that her?” The other guy asked, coming to the living room.
Well… You could say that everything was out of place. Even tough both of them seemed ok, the place looked like it was turned upside down. Were They looking for something? You probably were staring a lot, because one of them scoffed.
“Jisung can be like a hurricane” The one you assumed to be Changbin said, while poiting to his friend, who smiles sheepishly.
“I will admit the place is not tidy, but we’re fine people” He assured you and you laughed.
“Besides the hurricane guy is there something I should be aware of? Do you have a curfew or something?” You asked, just to be sure.
“ Why the hell would we have a curfew?” Jisung blurted out and looked at you like you were crazy “You can go and come as you wish, dude”
“Although you may have to be aware of something” Changbin started and you didn’t like it. What would it be this time? “We make music and we can be really loud sometimes” He warned.
Oh boy.
“How loud?” You asked, tired.
“A lot” Jisung admitted.
“ Could you guys stop being loud at night?” You asked, hopeful.
“ Maybe?” Jisung wondered, looking at Changbin “Sometimes we would have to go through night tough… But we could try to arrange that, I guess”
“ Yeah, we could…” Changbin agreed.
“ Would you guys also help to clean up the place?”
Jisung laughed at that.
“Of course! I can be tidy” He assured.
“No, He can’t!” Changbin scoffed “But I can help you and He can mess everything up all over again”
Hm… Was it a good option? Maybe you should take it, you would have just to put up with a messy roommate and a loud background. It couldn’t be that bad, right? If it was really this bad, you can search for a new place, having time to get a really nice place this time.
Or maybe you should go to Seungmin… He looked tidy enough and you don’t really need to party that much. You can just hang out with your friends all night long If it’s necessary or crash in their place.
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I’m not a native speaker, so if you guys have anything to suggest about the writing I am more than happy to listen (read?) about it!
Felix and IN will come next. Kept them for logistic kkk I Just LOVE Love triangles, but I still don't know who they are going to be. Suggestions are welcomed
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even after it all.
Request: I’m such a slut for Until Dawn, so you’re crazy if you think I won’t jump on the opportunity to get more Until Dawn stuff and from my favorite fanfic writer. I’d love a Josh Washington fic where the reader (his gf) finds out that he’s been behind everything and goes out with Chris and Mike to the shed to stand up for him because she knows they’ll be hard on him and she knows he just needs help and better meds. Thank you!
Requested by: @itsfangirlmendes
Pairing: Josh Washington x Reader Word Count: 2,019 Please don’t plagiarize my work!
Surely, you were imagining this...
right?
You eye both Chris and Ashley, who are both still tied to the chairs, to Mike and Sam who both work quickly to untie the former’s. But you can see the looks on their faces. The anger on Ashley and Mike’s, the absolute disgust and dismay, and the complete confusion on Sam and Chris’ face. An expression, unlike the others, you mimic because you’re just as confused. Maybe even more so.
You’re positive you are just dreaming. Or someone was playing some sort of prank on you. Because... this? Josh being the one behind all of this? It... This can’t be real.
“Josh...”
Your call for him isn’t heard over the yells of the others. Nor is it heard over the maniacal laughing that pours from Josh’s lips as he circles around, pacing on his feet aimlessly with the brightest smile upon his lips you’re sure you’ve ever seen in a long time. And it hurts, because since his sisters, you’ve never left his side, never once abandoned him or made him feel guilty about needing his support. You were just there for him, whenever he needed you. And you’d tried to make him smile like that, like he used to, for months, but nothing ever worked.
Except, apparently, this.
“Oh, oh, very good!” He applauds, circling past you. You find yourself slipping to the back, unable to believe the sight before you. And honestly, it doesn’t even really hurt you that Josh doesn’t acknowledge your presence. “Every one of you. Got my name! And after all you’ve been through. Good-good-good-good! I mean how does that feel?”
You catch Mike’s gaze, your own distraught, tearful gaze meeting his harsh, frustrated expression. You want to defend Josh, but you can’t. Not in this scenario. So as you look at Mike, you can’t blame him for being so angry, only managing to avoid his gaze you glance down at your feet, your hand falling to your cheek where -- who you’d originally thought was the psycho -- had hit you.
“Right? How does it feel? Do you enjoy feeling terrorized? Humiliated? I mean, panicked? All those emotions that my sisters got to feel a year ago! Only guess what? They didn’t get to laugh it off? No! Nope! No! No! They’re gone!”
“I don’t know if you noticed this,” Mike speaks up for the first time, gesturing around himself. “Josh, but none of us are laughing.”
“Oh come! Come-come-come-come! Why the long faces? Come on!”
Your heart sinks, entire body tensing when Josh makes his way over to you. You don’t have the heart or strength to shrug away from him as he pulls you close, wrapping his arm tightly around like he always has but this time, it feels different. For obvious reasons why. And your heart both hurts and pounds madly against your chest in fear. Which feels so incredibly wrong because he’s your boyfriend and you shouldn’t be afraid of him.
“It’s good to get the heart racing every now and then, right?” You cringe, trying to pull away as he pulls you closer, eyes twisting shut. “And race they did, I mean, every one of you, just pitter-pat, pitter-pat! I hope you appreciated my little phantasmagorical spectacle! I mean, no detail too small. No opportunity missed. It was such a delight to play the puppet master to all your Pavlovian panic! And all that gore? I mean, gore, there was gore-galore! Fake bodies... I mean, god that shit was expensive. And no retakes. Nope. Nope. Only double takes. You should’ve seen your faces.
“Hook line and sinker, for every little stinker!”
“Josh,” Sam calls, desperate, “why are you doing this?”
“Don’t even ask this squirrelly little runt. He’s got no clue. He’s out of his fucking tree.” You blink when Mike makes his way over to you and Josh, slipping his hand gently around your arm and pulling you from Josh’s grasp. You notice the look of distraught and surprise on Josh’s face but don’t do anything about it, glad to be out of his grasp. “I mean, you hit your own fucking girlfriend. What the fuck, man.”
You meet Josh’s eyes, and you know he’s eyeing the bruised spot on your cheek.
“Well, he’s definitely off his meds.” Chris concludes.
“Aw, come on, you guys,” Josh calls, as if surprised by your none-too-impressed response. “Revenge is the best medicine.”
But I didn’t even prank Hannah. I... I tried to stop them. I tried to help her...
“You’re done!” Mike demands, shaking his head.
“Mike,” you call softly, shaking your head. “He’s sick.”
“What?” Josh mumbles, “come on, you guys are all gonna thank me when you become internet sensations!”
“Wa-Wait, what?”
“Oh you better believe this is little puppy going viral ladies and germs.” Josh exclaims, an excited glint to his eyes. “I mean... we got, we got unrequited love. We got... we got blood! I don’t think there’s enough hard drives in China to-to count all the views we’re gonna get, you guys.”
“What are you talking about, you ass-hat?” Mike demands. “Jessica is FUCKING DEAD!”
Maybe it’s wrong of you, maybe it’s biased, especially after all he’s done, but as you glance over at Josh, something tells you he’s genuinely surprised. Genuinely upset. That what Mike just said, he hadn’t had any part of it.
“What?”
“Did you hear him?” Mike asks, circling around the table to quickly make his way over to Josh. Jessica is dead and you are gonna fucking pay you dick!”
-
“You only see what you wanna see. You’re blind!”
With great reluctance, you’d managed to convince Chris and Mike to let you come with them to tie Josh up. They tried to convince you to stay back with the other girls, that it would be safer for you. But, even after all he done, to you and the others, you still cared for Josh. And you weren’t about to just leave him. Not now, when he was clearly so sick.
“Stop talking!”
You wince as Mike shoves Josh to the ground, pulling unceremoniously on his tied wrists and he presses him against the snowy ground. “You are-- argh!”
“Dude--” Chris calls out.
“It’s not my fault you suckers can’t take a joke.”
“That wasn’t a joke, Josh,” you mumble, thought you’re not sure if he even really hears you.
Mike presses his knee into Josh’s back, eliciting a small yelp from the latter’s lips. “Oh, did I hurt you?” Mike taunts, still pointing the gun at his head. “Did you just... did you feel a little bit of pain? Right now? I am so... so, so sorry!”
“Stop it!”
Rushing forward, you grab Mike by the arm, pulling. It only knocks him back a little bit, and he turns to stare at you in disbelief. “Y/N, what are--”
“I understand you’re mad and hurt but... just please,” you whisper, “stop.”
“Y/N, he killed Jessica,” Mike explains, eyes lighting with anger at the memory. You frown as he explains, your chest twisting in guilt though you’re not exactly sure why. You didn’t do anything. You weren’t at fault. But yet, you still felt guilty. And even more so, you still felt the need to defend your boyfriend. “I mean, he fucking punching you in the face. Aren’t you mad?”
“Of course I am,” you explain, shaking your head as you scarcely avoid Josh’s gaze. “Just... just tie him up and stop. Please.”
You step back and Mike’s eyes wander on you for a moment longer before complying, standing up to help pull Josh against the nearest poll. Of course, Josh decides to speak. “Michael... man, i’m sorry. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that something happened to Jessica but I swear, I swear to you I have no idea what happened to her...”
“Josh?” Chris calls, “be honest with me. Do you expect us to trust you for a single goddamn second after all the shit you put us through?”
Letting out a low chuckle, Josh head rolls as he mumbles out; “can’t we all just get along?”
-
Mike tried to convince you to go back with Chris. But, like before, you refused.
So, now, here you were, sat in front of Josh, not really sure what to say. Mike was stood by the entrance of the cabin, keeping his distance out of respect but you could feel his eyes wander over to you every few minutes just to make sure you were okay even if Josh’s hands were tied. You didn’t blame his mistrust of Josh, and part of you would like to say that Josh would never hurt you but after everything that’s happened... you weren’t so sure anymore.
He already had, first off. But Josh was also so far gone that you’ve never seen him this bad before. It was a sight you’ve never wanted to see either. And a sight you’d worked so hard to help prevent. All those months, those long nights you’d spent with him, trying to make him better. You wouldn’t change anything and you’d do it all again, you just thought... you thought if he’d gotten this bad he would come to you.
Instead of... this.
“Y/N.” Eyes falling shut at the sound of Josh’s voice, you hesitate on glancing up at him, heart pounding madly against your chest. “Y/N/N.”
Blinking, you glance up at him with a huff, shaking your head. “What, Josh?”
“Are you mad at me?”
You pause for a moment, wondering if he’d really just asked that. But then you take in the dazed expression on his face, the distant look in his eyes, and all you’ve heard. Standing there and listening as he made fun of his own best friend, teased him about Ashley after all he’d forced Chris and her to endure. Or to talk about Jessica like that, not only in front of you, but to Mike when she was... dead.
He was so clearly gone, you knew he didn’t really understand the severity of what he was doing.
Because the Josh you knew, the one you’d fallen in love with, wasn’t like this. And he never would’ve done this to his own friends if he was in the right state of mind.
That, you knew.
“No,” you sigh, “no, Josh, i’m not mad.”
He frowns, eyes drooping. “You look mad.”
Inhaling deeply, you let your head drop, the tip of your head resting on his forehead. “What have you done, Josh?” You whisper, voice faint, raspy. “You went too far.”
Josh doesn’t say anything. And after a moment, you dare to glance up at him, finding that he hadn’t looked away from you and instead, was just frowning down at you. The sight of it breaks your heart, even if you feel like it shouldn’t. You felt conflicted, stuck, because he’d done so many horrible things and said some too, but yet, as you looked at him; this broken-hearted, out-of-his-mind boy that you loved, your heart broke for him.
“It’ll be okay, Josh.” You soothe softly, even if you know it won’t. “We’ll figure it out.”
He nods and his lips part to speak, but the sound of a shrill scream echoes. It causes you to jump to your feet, spinning round to face Mike who quickly makes his way over to you.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know,” Mike shakes his head. “It sounded like it came from the lodge.”
You eye Mike, frowning.
“We’ve gotta to check on everyone.”
Glancing back at Josh, you shake your head. “I can’t leave him.”
“Y/N--”
“You go,” you encourage, nodding at him. “I’ll be okay.”
Mike hesitates, his eyes narrowing in concern as he shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N. It’s not safe for you--”
“I’ll be fine,” you assure, cutting him off as you send him a sharp look. “I just can’t leave him, Mike. I’m sorry.”
Frowning, Mike’s shoulders fall. “Even after all he’s done?”
Glancing back at Josh, you sigh, shoulders falling.
“Even after all he’s done.”
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For You
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Cat Adams
Category: Angst, kinda.
Summary: Cat wants to play a game. Spencer wants to, too. Songfic based off of Melanie Martinez’s High School Sweethearts.
A/N: I convienently ignore canon when it comes to her. This is pre his prison sentence. Thank you.
CW: Knifeplay. Not nsfw, but not sfw either lol.
Word Count: 2.7k
It'd been a rough few weeks. He didn’t really know how to describe it, but he found it harder and harder to focus on cases these days. He can’t get his mind off of her. Her, the serial hitwoman who’s tried to kill him several times, her. Cat Adams. He’s been obsessing over her for weeks, waiting for her to pop out of the shadows, and he doesn’t know if he’s terrified or anticipatory. It’s been weeks of him trying to find her, to find himself within that. He’s sitting in a coffee shop nursing a badly burnt latte when he realizes that it’s not fear, it’s excitement and he’s almost stunned. Is it the chase? Or is there something there? He shakes his head, attempting to clear the thought, but just like her, it was persistent.
JJ had told him when Cat escaped prison that it wasn’t his responsibility to catch her, that the team would find her, but he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted. He wanted to play with her again, feel the rush of her little games. He’d never admit it out loud, but the part of him that Cat unlocked excited him. The part that made hands steady and his head determined, but for every bad reason. The barista calling out startles him out of his mind and he realizes that it’s dark out, that he’d been here past the shop’s closing. He mutters out a quick sorry and drops a five in the tip jar for their troubles.
He doesn’t feel great about walking all the way home in the dark without his gun, so he hails the next cab that passes. Spencer isn’t exactly thrilled with the prospect, but at least it was safer than anything like an Uber. The cab pulls to the side of the road, positioning the backseat within arm’s reach. He opens the back door and goes to say thank you when his heart stops. It’s her.
She sees the look on his face and chuckles. “Sit down, Spence. We’ve got someplace to be, and it’s looking like we’re gonna be late. You know how I don’t like to be late.” The gun in her hand tilts to the side almost lazily, and she smiles at him. His body betrays him, and he’s sliding into the car, closing the door behind him.
“Why am I here?” He says, trying not to make eye contact and chooses to look away from her and focuses on the driver, trying to remember her face.
“We have unfinished business. And I intend to finish it.” Cat scoots across the car to him, and hooks her legs over one of his, effectively squashing any chance he had at moving away from her.
“My team will find me.” But he’s not sure he wants them to, and he finally figures out where he knows the driver from, but decides it’s better to keep the focus on Cat.
“Will they?” Cat pouts and uses the barrel of her gun to push his chin up so that their eyes lock, and Spencer realizes he’s afraid of himself. “Are you sure you want them to, Spencer?”
He shifts his focus away from her and nods to the front. “Who is he?” She waves the gun around, and just simply says, “He’s no one you should worry about, Spencie.” His stomach tightens and he remembers just how much he hates that nickname.
“You need to take me home. This won’t end well for you, Catherine.” He says her name like a dig, a reminder that no matter how much she kills, he knows who she is.
She flinches and shoves the gun into his chest, pulling herself closer. “Cat. My name is Cat.”
He ignores her and follows up with, “What’s your plan? What’s your endgame? You can’t shoot me. You won’t kill me.”
She tilts her head curiously and giggles. “Oh, I don’t have to shoot you, Spencie. You haven’t even questioned why we’re in a taxi. I know you just got out of prison, baby, but you have an eidetic memory.”
He looks around him and realizes all vents in the car are pointed to the back, and when he looks back, Cat is strapping a mask on. It clicks then, that she’s recreating the taxi driver case from 2011, and he sees her smile from behind the mask.
Muffled, she says happily, “He got it. You remembered, baby. I’m proud of you.” And the last thing he focuses on before slipping under is that she almost sounded sincere.
When he comes to, he’s bound to a chair, rope digging into the tops of his wrists. He looks up and is startled by the view. He’s in a hotel room and in front of him there’s a floor to ceiling window showcasing the second prettiest view he’s ever seen, the ocean beating against the rocks. He thinks for a second that he knows where they are, and then she’s in front of him.
“What is this?” He says, already a little bored but struggling against his restraints for show, for her.
“This is another game for me to win, Spencie. I thought you knew me.” She pouts and straddles his lap, and that’s when Spencer notices she has a switchblade in her hand. She flicks it open and he’s struck with the thought of how pretty she is when she’s destructive and just how much he wants to be the one to destroy her.
“I’ve beat all your games before. What makes you think you’ll win this time?” He almost smiles up at her, teasing her motives out of her.
“What makes you think you won last time? After all, I’m the one who ended up against a wall.” He balks at that, grappling with the realization that maybe her flirting wasn’t just a game to her.
“Is that what you want, Catherine?” She huffs at him, and leans back to get a better angle, and slices his shirt open.
“My name is Cat.” She traces the tip of the knife over his chest and his breath hitches, and he feels himself getting more and more unsteady.
“What’s your game? Teach me the rules.” He tries to distract her, because he’s not sure he can handle her so close, on top of him, her body heat the only warmth left in the room.
She smiles and hops off of his lap, circling him, keeping the blade pressed against his skin. “Spencie, let’s stop pretending.” She leans down to whisper in his ear and her breath against his neck is almost too much. “Let’s not pretend there isn't a tiny little piece of you that those women you loved never understood, or ever even got to see.” His breath catches and she drags the blade up his neck and suddenly she’s in front of him again. “You know I'm the only one who understands you, baby, knows how hard it is for you to be around all those idiots in public."
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Catherine.” She swipes the knife across his cheek and he hisses, teeth clenched.
“Cat.” She sits in his lap again, legs thrown sideways across him. “Let’s talk about my game, okay? I’m going to tell you how to handle me. I’m going to give you very specific steps to love me good and right, Spencer Reid. And if you agree to love me, you get to live. If you don’t...I guess you’ll just have to join our dear cabbie, won’t you?” She smiles at him and for some reason, she doesn’t look so crazy.
“So what’s step one?” He lets a breath out slowly as she moves the knife back down his neck to trace over his chest.
“Step one.” She uses her free hand to loop around his neck and up through his hair. “You must accept that I'm a little out my mind.” He chuckles at that, and she looks offended.
“I already know you’re crazy, darling.” He tries to reach up and touch her when he remembers he’s tied down. “When do I get untied?”
“You’ll get untied if you win the game, Spencie. Now, onto step two.” Her hand that previously was stroking calmly through his hair suddenly finds its grip and she yanks his head back. “This is a waste if you can't walk me down the finish line.”
He raises an eyebrow at that, and she scoffs. “What does that mean?”
“You ask too many questions, Spencer. But since you’re so sweet, I’ll let it slide. Even the most murderous of women want a fairytale ending, baby.” He finds himself smiling wryly at that, imagining a wedding between two people as fucked up as them. “Can you agree to that?” She’s got the knife against the soft part under his jaw and there’s actual hope in her eyes. It’s now when he gets an actual look at her, sees the white lace sundress she’s wearing, and her perfectly coiled hair sits against her cheekbones, and he almost thinks she’s pretty. Almost.
“Yes.” He says it so matter-of-factly that she’s surprised. “You’re sure?” She asks, digging the knife point in further. “Yes.” and she smiles, big and bright.
“Step three. Give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion.” She seems serious about passion, but she makes it rhyme like a joke.
“Passion?” Spencer questions, the word heavy on his tongue.
“Don’t give me anything fake. The only way you win this game is by being honest.”
“I’ve always been honest with you, Catherine.” The irony of the lie doesn’t slip past him nearly as easily as the lie itself did. Like a warning, she shifts and presses the knife against his cheek, threatening to make a matching cut on the other side. “Maybe not always. But starting now, I will be.” She seems satisfied with this, and she relents the pressure. She once again stands up off of his lap and he is more disappointed than he thought he’d be with the loss of her.
“Step four. Give me more.” She’s behind him now, and she’s running her hands over his shoulders. It occurs to him now that in the last hour, she hasn’t stopped touching him. Her skin meeting his felt like fire and her hands felt like silk, his tattered shirt moving like fluid under her fingertips and suddenly, he feels like shutting down. He can’t fall for her game. It’d be against everything he’s ever worked for; it would mean setting free the part of him that he is so terrified of.
She senses his hesitancy, and her hands tighten. “Can you do that, Spencer?” She breathes in his ear, and his skin lights afire and he is overcome with need to touch her, to feel her but she is in control.
“Yes.” It’s one word but it sounds like a beg, like desperation.
“These are the requirements. You must promise to love me. And if you fuck me over, I will rip your fucking face apart; do you understand me?” Her snarl sounds like seduction and he feels her throughout his veins and now he understands why the drugs felt so good, but he knows she could be better.
“I promise, I promise.” His voice sounds weaker than he’s ever heard it, and he knows she hears it too, because she backs off a little, and pulls the knife away from his skin. She straddles him yet again and pulls his hair back, exposing his neck and presses a few kisses to his neck, working her way down to his collarbone, where she sinks her teeth in hard and fast and he can’t hold in the blissful noises he makes. She laughs and looks up and says, “Are you ready for step five?”
He feels his composure build back up, gaining confidence when he realizes that she’s nervous. Her hands are shaking and she’s sweaty, and he realizes that this performance is hard for her. He grins, and says, “Are you, Catherine?”
He realizes a little too late that teasing her is a bad idea, that he’s tied down and she’s got a knife in her hand. She takes it in stride, though, and smiles. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wasn’t ready for all of you, Spencie.” She slices the rest of his shirt and pulls it off of his body as much as she can and runs her fingers down his chest and stomach. “Step five. You can't be scared to show me off and hold my hand.” She seems serious, and a little sad. When was the last time someone loved her with no reservations? And not sex, real, true love. He doesn’t know if he can be that for her, but he knows that everyone deserves it.
“How many steps are there?” He asks, and this time it’s genuine curiosity, and she doesn’t get annoyed. She does, however, press the knife back up against his jaw playfully.
“Seven. We’re almost done, Spencer. But I need to know if you agree to step five, baby.”
“Yes. For you, I agree.” And the words ‘for you’ slip out of his mouth like butter and he doesn’t realize the implications of what he says until he watches her grin and her eyes widen.
“You do like me, huh?” Her giggle takes Spencer back to the first night he met her, before he really knew her, when all he knew about Cat Adams was her file. That’s a strange sort of innocence a person carries, being nothing but a governmental file on a tablet screen.
“Step six. If you can't put in work, I don't know what you think this fucking is.” And he doesn’t know either, what this is. All he knows is that the way she makes him feel isn’t exactly innocent and isn’t something he can ignore. He knows deep down that she is the absolute worst thing for him, and she’ll eventually lead to his demise. But there’s something about the thought of her lips on his that makes him throw all caution to the wind, and he looks her in the eyes and says, “For you.” And they both know what it means.
“Step seven. I think this should be easy for you, Spencie, but you and I both know we love games. If you cheat, you will die.”
“Is that just for me, or do you get a free pass like with Lindsey?” Cat flinches at that, and controls herself with another swipe across his cheek, and this time he doesn’t even flinch.
“You know I only did that for you, Spencer. Don’t pretend like it was for anything else.” He believes her, and the sting in her words is almost worse than the sting of her knife. He shifts underneath her, and he sees that a tear is slipping down her cheek. He wants to reach up to brush it away, but the rope is already burning his hands enough, and she would never want such tenderness. He fears the openness in the room, the emotional vulnerability coating the air like a thick cloud and the façade falls away. Suddenly, they both feel like children playing at being adults. But just as quick as that feeling comes, it’s gone and the chaos returns.
“You won, Spencie. You agreed to all my terms.” With two quick moves, the rope is gone from his wrists. In silence, they sit and stare and neither of them know what to do. But Spencer wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her with all the passion that he promised her, and she returns fire. It’s more of a battle than he expected, and in surprise he shoves her off of him. She looks surprised but when he gets his feet under him and wraps his fingers around her throat, she understands. He backs her up to the window and shoves her into it just hard enough to stun her.
“It may have been your game, Cat, but I won, and you’re mine. Everyone will know.” And her breathing is short and stuttering but he doesn’t care at all. He kisses her again, the grip on her throat unrelenting until she is pawing at her own neck and he finally releases. She gasps for air like only he could give it to her and she says, “I have one more question.”
He raises an eyebrow at her and steps backwards, letting the pressure become equal between them again.
She grins and says, “Promise to love me?”
And all he answers is, “For you, I will.”
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Flesh And Bones – Part 9
Soulmate AU
Series Masterlist
A/N: oof this took a while! second to last :( gonna miss cracking my head with this fic lol never again shall I just wing it without a clear idea of how to end a story.
*Important: Hydra base scene but I won’t depict a tortured Bucky, he doesn’t always have to suffer at the expense of his ex-captors and I’m honestly getting tired of the obscene amount of torture fics out there!! Consider this an anti-trigger warning but also a threat? Idk enjoy
The anguish never went away.
Two days later, Bucky found himself knocking on Sam’s door, his heart on his hand.
There was no answer behind the thick walls, but Bucky knew he was there. Somehow, he felt it deep in his bones.
"You okay?" he asked.
The sound was muffled inside Sam’s room, both from the structure separating them and the external sounds that made their way in through the open window. There, Sam rested both hands on the lower frame as he stared outside, more focused on the wind and noise that drowned down his thoughts than the actual view. Bucky’s interruption made him realize he didn’t know for how long he’d stayed in that frozen position.
He slid down the window until it hit its frame, "Yeah, why?” he lied nonchalantly.
His mind was racing. As time passed and brought the team closer to the Hydra raid, Sam worried for Bucky. Not that he wasn’t prepared or that he was being reckless, because he knew that wasn’t the case. What had him worrying was the idea of Hydra potentially targeting Bucky. Although Natasha had assured him a million times that there was absolutely no chances that this was a trap, Sam’s mind couldn’t help but wander around horrible ‘what if’s, ones that compromised his soulmate because Hydra’s finest assassin had escaped them, so they were likely to want revenge on the man. Maybe even try to get him back under their grasp. And if Sam was deprived from the option of saving him, he wouldn’t know how to live anymore.
Bucky’s answer, however, got his head out of the dark cloud.
"I don't know. I feel weird." Barnes mumbled from across the door, loud enough to be heard though.
The last three words alone were enough to bring Sam towards the closed door. Bucky felt him. He felt weird, and wondered if Sam was alright, and he went to check up on him. As soon as he faced the mildly pouty lip, the big brown eyes, the badly concealed worried frown, he wished for nothing else than to kiss that pout away.
Which he did very aggressively. Sam brought his body against Bucky’s, he cupped the brunette’s face by his raspy cheeks and crashed their lips together. He didn’t wait for Bucky’s tongue to dance with his, he made it. When they stopped to regain their breaths, and the make out was over, Bucky looked confused, but in the best way possible.
He caught his breath with an amused look, "Okay."
Sam wanted to laugh with him, address his flourishing emotions, but his worry was far greater. So he showed the man inside and gestures to follow him. They both sat at the end of Sam’s bed.
“Yeah, there’s something wrong.” Sam admitted.
Barnes’ tone became sterner and more precautious, “What?”
Wilson held his hand before speaking.
"Tony said there's no rules or anything.” He reminded the latter of their informative chat with Stark, “But he did make it seem like there was some sort of... I don't know, some sort of progression.”
"What do you mean?"
Sam inclined his head like he was pushing himself to say the next thing out loud, "You've been really nervous lately."
Bucky didn’t flinch, yet he wasn’t comfortable either. The idea of Sam knowing that, finding out that he wasn’t as relaxed about the raid as he wished to play it out, was a quick disappointment.
"Guess you could say that." He looked away.
"I know that.” Sam emphasized the word while at the same time lowering his volume to attain a more intimate tone, “I don't think I should be able to."
Bucky simply shrugged.
"Why can I tell when you're anxious?” He had to insist on his concern. “How come you do too? It doesn't make any sense. Unless..."
"Hey.” The soldier stopped him, already knowing what scenario Sam was forming inside his head, “There's no step back here.”
Given Bucky’s certainty was convincing, and he was becoming aware of the fact that he was overthinking, Sam still couldn’t shake off the sour feeling of approaching danger.
“You’re supposed to be the sane one here, Sammy.” Bucky laughed, which brought a warm feeling deep in Sam’s chest because of the employed nickname, “We're okay. It doesn't have to mean anything, remember?"
That was enough for Sam’s heart rate to drop considerably. Bucky managed to calm him like that.
"Thank you.” Sam said genuinely.
Nevertheless, Bucky could read him. Hell, he could feel his dark feelings not shifting away. So he went into the gray zone he didn’t think he would be approaching anytime soon.
“Is it because of Riley?” he dared to bring up the subject.
Sam was more than taken aback, but he blinked to dissimulate. They had only ever talked about Riley once before, in another heart-to-heart, and it had brought tears to Sam’s eyes. Bucky knew everything, their friendship that was always something more, the love declarations left unsaid, the part where they saved each other’s asses in Afghanistan. Riley was the reason why Sam trusted the universe to be kind, even without a soulmate. He was the reason Sam told everyone you can love without a bond, because that memory was all that was left of the dead man.
“What do you mean?” he let the words out minimally.
“Are you afraid to lose me like you lost him?”
Sam shook his head, rejecting the mere thought of comparing the two men, almost desperately. There were open wounds that he hadn’t had the courage to heal yet. He cleared his throat and tried to shrug it off.
“He, uhm… He didn’t have that crazy serum of yours.” Sam faked an absent mind, although he failed, “You’re not the same.”
Bucky could see right through him.
“Exactly, I’m not Riley.” He grabbed Sam’s chin endearingly. “I heal fast, and you’ll feel me the entire time, and I get that you’re scared, but so am I. It’s why we got each other, right?”
Sam’s vision became less blurry when his soaked eyes dropped a single tear each. They rolled down his cheeks and were wiped away by Bucky’s thumb.
“I promise you won’t lose me.” He ensured his soulmate, who allowed himself to be held and rocked until he felt like talking again.
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“Everyone on comms?” Steve’s voice barged into everyone’s earpieces.
As soon as the five other voices replied, Rogers gave them the orders required to execute the raid perfectly.
The first two floors would be empty, according to their lead, for they mainly consisted of dirty storage units meant to distract anyone from even getting close to finding the real base. So, those floors were their entrance and their escape, if ever needed. Hopefully, they would imprison everyone, realistically speaking, a few would be taken out in the process, perhaps killed. Whatever may come out of the raid, Steve Rogers had a whole alphabet of backup plans.
First off, they had to disperse. Steve and Rhodey walked upstairs as silently as possible, reaching the third floor in minutes. Meanwhile, Bucky and Natasha moved forward and explored the premises with their guards up. Romanoff’s excuse to pair with him was that they both had experience with these kind of organizations, although they everyone was rather aware of the fact that she was keeping an eye on the man Sam was worried about. Bucky ignored the reason behind it, and made no comment as the pair was left behind by Sam and Wanda, who walked upstairs.
When the first line of Avengers broke down the door in one swift blow, shield and blasters up with anticipation, they found the entire floor empty. After a confused glance between Rhodes and Rogers, they lurked around every single corner and behind every single door. Nothing.
“This wing is clear.” Rhodey said through his earpiece.
Although it didn’t seem to upset the rest of the team half as much, Sam was experiencing his fair share of anxiety. He looked up to the ceiling, as if he could burn a whole straight through and peak at the floor in question.
“Where are they?” He whispered to himself.
A minute later, Steve sent another command, “I need guns on the front line.”
Barnes rolled his eyes in mocking of his best friend.
“Nobody talks like that, Stevie.” He taunted him.
Yet Steve didn’t appreciate the joke, for he was far too tense. His eyes moved around frantically, looking for a possible trap, which his paranoia was leading to.
“Guns first.” He repeated himself clearly, “Something feels off.”
But nobody got there. Before Bucky or Natasha could even reach the stairs, a set of loud noises surrounded them. In every floor, metal doors fell from the ceiling, blocking exits and doors. These doors weren’t too intense, but their tech hadn’t picked up on them, which meant they were expected. Every Avenger found themselves trapped in their respective zones. As for Barnes and Romanoff, they were too apart from each other to even see the other’s face.
So, deep in his fear, Bucky raised his gun and checked every wall his sight could reach, almost waiting to be attacked. If Natasha was completely honest, she would have bet Bucky was a target, as well. That is what everyone’s minds went to, especially Sam’s. Luckily, he had the company of Wanda right next to him to feel calmer.
"Everyone okay?" Rhodes checked.
Sam and Wanda replied with their status and whereabouts, but after a lack of response from the other two, the man confirmed their status on his wrist screen, only to see that Barnes and Romanoff were off-line. He figured they must’ve been trapped downstairs.
"We gotta move fast.” Steve ordered, keeping his Captain-like calm, “Try to get to the control panels, if not, evacuate. They know we're here."
Wanda and Sam. Walking slowly. Careful. Not many places to hide, but there must be a way out.
“He’s okay.” Wanda let Sam know.
They walked side by side, as slowly as possible. There weren’t many places to hide nor another entrance that they knew of, on the second floor, yet they remained precautious.
“What?” Sam let out without paying much attention.
“I’m saying, he can take care of himself.”
Once Sam understood that Wanda was playing the best friend card in letting him know she knew Bucky to be strong, he realized he probably looked too worried.
He fought back his frown. “I know that. I’m just…”
“Anxious?”
“We’re trapped in an underground intelligence base,” He sighed loudly, “shouldn’t I be?”
The statement earned an acknowledging nod from Wanda, who waited a few more seconds to press his earpiece and reach the Captain.
“Steve? You think it’s okay if I tear down a wall?” She asked for permission to jump into action.
“No.” Steve denied her dryly, “Bucky and Nat are on their own, we won’t engage until they’re safe.”
The young woman shut her eyes with annoyance, “Okay, Steve? You’re not helping Sam stay calm.”
She received no further comments. Everyone felt too powerless after all. No comments.
Down in the bottom storage, the place began to look more like a maze. It was a mess of similar, dusty hallways and old, closed doors. Natasha tried each and every single one of them, but they were useless, and she figured they wouldn’t get her anywhere, anyway. It might as well have been an underground cellblock.
“Barnes, give me a sign.” She asked for a second time.
Bucky indulged her, complying with her attempts at finding each other. Together meant safer.
He thought hard about his whereabouts, “East wing’s on my… left side.”
“I can’t get through to anyone else.” Romanoff finally said what seemed obvious to both of them.
The soldier couldn’t help but take a deep, calming breath, for it was a much needed one. He gripped his gun harder, trying to ease himself.
“Me neither.” His mouth spoke in disconnection with his brain, which was submerged in paranoia by now.
Natasha could sense that.
“We’re okay.” She did her best at calming him realistically, as she looked around for a way to find him, “You said east wing? I think I got you, Barnes.”
Suddenly, a gunshot was clearly heard, making Natasha turn around in a haze, only to find herself alone, and realize that the shot came from afar.
“Crap.” Bucky groaned, his communicator still on.
After the sound of three other guns and what appeared to be Bucky’s rapid machinegun, the woman panicked.
“Talk to me.” She ordered him.
"I got hostiles!" Barnes screamed over the noise of his own weapon.
As soon as Natasha realized she could hear where the attack came from, she followed the echo, running. Eventually, the sound drowned out.
“Bucky?” she asked, fear crippling through her.
There was no reply but the sound of Bucky panting. She managed to find a grilled gate, which she shot and kicked open easily, all the while her mind raced to the worst case scenario. Sam had trusted her with his soulmate’s life.
Finally, she hit the scene: two dead bodies on the floor, both hostiles. The soulmate’s life was still intact.
“Good, you’re alive.” She breathed out, pretending she wasn’t just losing her mind mere seconds ago.
Nevertheless, she quickly noticed that Bucky’s panting was linked to whatever made him hold his ribs so painfully. Then, Bucky removed his flesh hand from that zone in order to look at it, revealing to both of them that the hand was covered in blood. As terrified as Natasha was, her expression couldn’t match Bucky’s.
"You’re shot." She stated with wide eyes.
Bucky swallowed hard, "We have to find Sam." He said roughly.
As Romanoff processed Bucky’s fear, the latter looked around for an out in desperation. He was worried that Sam was hurt. Sam, who couldn’t bleed out from a soul bond wound, while Bucky had his fingers pressed against a pool of red.
"He'll live.” Natasha approached him carefully, “You, on the other hand..."
Barnes shook his head. "Sam first."
-
Wanda was known to save the day without too much effort. Turns out, the Hydra base was covered in desperate traps because they were too vulnerable to withstand a raid. Therefore, the witch tore down the metal walls and flew up to help Rhodey and Steve, who didn’t need too much aid as it was. Sam stayed down, fully aware that the other three were probably kicking ass, and still worrying. He ran downstairs as soon as the blockade was taken care of, in need of finding Bucky safe and sound, even if he knew that he was.
And he knew he was okay, because Sam himself hadn’t felt a single sting. Not a gunshot, not a bruise, not even a scratch.
So, if Sam felt untouched, then Bucky must be.
Finally, he heard the pair, and found them at the bottom of the stairs. He jogged the last few steps and noticed that Bucky was holding himself up against the wall, limping. The latter looked up with big, concerned eyes.
"You okay?" He asked Sam.
That was when Sam saw the bloody hand pressed against his soulmate’s chest. Natasha was helping him stay on his own two feet, while Bucky examined Sam’s body like his own life depended on it. Technically, that was the whole deal. Wilson pushed his own hand against Bucky’s and frowned.
"Did you get shot?" he shouted in despair, his eyes as big and afraid as ever.
"I'm sorry. I tried-" Bucky tried, but cut himself off with a grunt of pain.
"Buck." Sam grabbed his torso.
"Let's go home." Bucky begged.
"Yes. We will.” Sam’s tone became serious and authoritarian, “Sit down."
"I'm fine."
"He's losing a lot of blood." Natasha confirmed Samuel’s suspicions.
In between the frantic commands and worrisome looks, Bucky couldn’t help but notice Sam’s lack of discomfort. Almost like he hadn’t felt a gunshot in his chest a few minutes ago.
He frowned with confusion, "Why are you-?"
"I didn't feel it.” Sam shrugged it off, way more focused on the open wound, “Sit down. Bucky."
"What do you mean-?"
"I didn't. Bucky!” Sam grabbed the face of the stubborn, hurt man with his free hand, smearing blood all over his cheek, and yelled to his face. “James! Listen! There was no bond. Right now, that's not important. You're bleeding out."
"They didn't hurt you?" Bucky seemed to finally understand.
“No!”
The new information hit Bucky like a soft, warm wave of tranquility. If Sam wasn’t hurt, if Hydra hadn’t hurt Sam, then he didn’t need to worry. He could breathe. And as he breathed, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, along with some heavy dizziness.
"That's good." He mumbled, looking past Sam with lost eyes.
"It is. Now calm the fuck down." Wilson begged, trying to take a good look of the wound.
Bucky nodded, finally compliant, "Okay."
With that last word, Bucky’s eyes rolled back into his skull, and he surrendered to tiredness. He stopped feeling anything other than her very light head, until everything went black.
"Shit.” Sam cursed under his breath, catching him before he hit the ground completely.
He eased his partner’s fall and let the passed out body rest against the wall.
“Give me a hand.” He asked Natasha.
They managed to sit him straight against the wall, in order for Sam to press his hand against the bleeding gunshot. Nat said something over the communicators for the rest of the team, which Sam didn’t fully catch, before she knelt down next to her friend. She examined the wound, then Bucky’s pupils and let out a breath.
“He’s gonna be fine.” She appeased Sam.
“I know.” Sam said without giving it too much of a thought.
The woman gave him a wondering look.
Sam merely shook his head with uncertainty, “I just do.”
#sambucky fanfiction#sambucky#soulmate au#fatws#tfatws#sam wilson x bucky barnes#sam wilson/bucky barnes#sam x bucky#sam/bucky#marvel fanfiction#sambucky angst#sambucky fic#the falcon and the winter soldier#tw: death#tw: gunshot
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— crystallised 04 (m)
crystallised /ˈkrɪst(ə)lʌɪz/ (verb) make or become definite and clear
Six weeks, that’s all it takes to forget about the threesome you shared with your boyfriend, Yoongi, and your past…fuck buddy, Seokjin. After all, it’s no big deal. Yoongi and you are doing better than ever, there’s no reason to regret such a night shared. That is until you hear some gossip in the library one day, and then slowly, little by little, everything starts to fall apart… Can you begin to make sense out of all this confusion, or is it too late?
pairing; kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings; college au, flashback indicated by italics (smut), slight angst, quite a lot of fluff, slow burn in a way, we’re still soft for moam seokjin 🤧 words; 24,347
sequel to; memoirs of a mistake and lostmyhead
chapters; 01 ⤑ 02 ⤑ 03 ⤑ 04 ⤑ 05 ⤑ 06 ⤑ 07⤑ 08 ✓
Yoongi came to pick up his things a few days after the break up like he said he would. The toothbrush and the razor left in your bathroom, a beanie, his hoody that he kept draped over your couch and then a pair of earphones you’d found on your bedside table. It all fitted into one bag. All you had to show for your relationship. All that was left. Once again, you were left wondering if you felt this way because of a broken heart, or if it was your own bitter disappointment at yet another failed relationship… This one wasn’t supposed to end like this. Yoongi was different, yet now you stood in front of him feeling like a stranger. Strange how things could change in a blink of an eye. When you finally stopped living in a dream world…
“There’s really nothing that we can do?”
You couldn’t help it. Despite knowing this wasn’t meant to be, knowing Yoongi and you weren’t right together, there was something still so desperate in you. Desperate for love, for happiness. It was pathetic really. Were you really willing to hold onto a relationship that wasn’t meant to be? You tried to think of Lina’s words of comfort as Yoongi shook his head sadly and embraced you. “Just because Yoongi is pretty much perfect doesn’t mean he’s right for you, and that’s okay. You’ll meet someone who is soon enough… Quit obsessing over it. It’ll only hurt more.”
You wrapped your arms around his middle, squeezing him tight just like your eyes. The way he smelt so familiar made your heart clench, seeming to beat in slow motion. Everything about him was familiar, but it didn’t seem like yours anymore. He wasn’t yours anymore, if he ever was… The past few days had made you think about a lot. The differences between Yoongi and you, ones that were probably small and meaningless but now seemed like enormous gaping holes in your doomed relationship. Lina was right. Yoongi was perfect, but he wasn’t your perfect. You needed to let that sink in and let him go.
The strange thing was, once he left, you didn’t feel like crying. The morning had been nerve wracking while waiting for him to turn up, afraid you were going to burst into tears at seeing his face and make a fool of yourself, but it never came. There was sadness of course, but it just stayed heavy in your chest, there, but bearable. You phoned Lina shortly after, explaining what happened and told her how you felt. “That’s a good thing, right? No more tears”, she’d asked, and you had to agree. This was it. Things were back to how they used to be before Yoongi. That wasn’t a bad thing, it would just take some getting used to. You’d slowly feel less sad, less empty and more yourself.
Lina asked if you wanted her to come over before work for a little while, just to keep you company but you declined. You’d be fine, you were fine. You needed to get used to being alone again, because since you’d told her about the break up she’d been like your second shadow. You’d only just gotten rid of her yesterday, because, yes, she had insisted on sleeping over 3 nights in a row, and yes, you had told her about the threesome-that-should-never-be-mentioned… You should have waited until she wasn’t chewing on popcorn to drop the bomb because you were about two seconds away from performing the Heimlich maneuver on her before the piece luckily dislodged itself.
She was still trying to process the information to be honest, second guessing her opinion on Yoongi, because yes, she expected that type of behaviour from Seokjin, but Yoongi?! That was different. She couldn’t work out why he’d agreed to it… She couldn’t work out why you had agreed to it… But you weren’t about to dissect your brain to find the answers. It had happened, it was done. History. “Is it though? Seokjin’s sniffing around again pretty quickly…” had been her retort, to which you’d rolled your eyes at. Telling her you’d also hung out the night after the break up had been a mistake if she was going to make insane assumptions. “We’re going to try being friends…” You’d sighed, knowing it was probably never going to get through to her.
“TRY?! What does that mean? Do not tell me you’re even thinking about going back there?!”
“Of course not.” You’d punctuated slowly, glaring at her. “It means we’ve never been just friends before and we want to try because believe it or not, I like Seokjin as a person. Maybe if you looked past your poor misjudgement you’d see he’s not that bad.”
“Seems fake, but okay.”
You had to shut yourself up in the end, unsure why you were so defensive over him to begin with. Seokjin probably didn’t give a shit what Lina thought about him. So you shook your head, dismissing the stupid conversation. “Trust me, if Seokjin wanted to sleep with me again, he’d just say it outright. He doesn’t work under false pretences.”
It was dumb even saying the words. Seokjin and you were also done, just like you and Yoongi. History. The only difference was there was little damage done between you both, a friendship could still happen. With Yoongi, despite what he said, it seemed impossible to be just friends right now. You knew he hadn’t wanted to hurt you, and you knew the break up was the right choice, but now your trust in him was a little tainted…
Lina had relented anyway, knowing it was none of her business to interfere, just like she relented when you insisted you could handle today on your own. There were floors to vacuum, laundry to wash, Netflix series to binge… You’d be fine. Although, when your phone rang again ten minutes later you were 95% sure it was her again, unable to take no for an answer. However, it wasn’t.
It was Seokjin. You felt oddly nervous when you answered. You hadn’t seen him nor heard his voice since the other night he’d come around with take out, but you’d messaged on and off in between, and yes, you had wished him luck for his test. It was still a little new, this friendship thing, and it seemed you both didn’t know how to get it to progress without feeling awkward. He sounded awkward now as he spoke…
“Hey… How are you?” He didn’t give you time to reply. “How did things with Yoongi go? Unless he hasn’t been yet–Has he been yet? Sorry,” he broke off to chuckle quietly at himself. “I’m bombarding you. I just… I wanted to see if you’re okay…”
That touched you, made your chest warm, a smile appearing on your face that you were kinda glad he couldn’t see right now. “I’m fine, Dad.”
“Dad?” He repeated, confused laughter now ringing in your ears. “You know I don’t like being called that.”
You rolled your eyes, but at the same time not quite believing he’d gone there. Automatically your mind went places. You and him. A few months back. That was dangerous territory. You shook your head, physically shaking the memories away. “There’s a difference, Jin. Dad means you’re acting like my literal dad right now.”
“Ew,” he simply replied, before he paused. He sounded hesitant when he continued. “I can tell by your voice that everything’s okay?”
“Yeah,” you sighed lightly. You’d mentioned to Seokjin that today was the day last night through text, but you weren’t expecting him to phone and check up on you. That was sweet of him. “Yoongi left about half an hour ago. Took his stuff. I didn’t cry, so that’s good.”
“Definitely,” Seokjin agreed quietly.
You could hear people chattering in the background, guessing he was out in public somewhere. You absentmindedly stretched your arm above your head, catching yourself in the mirror where you stood and carried on talking. “So now I guess that’s it. I get used to being a lonely, old cat lady – just without the cats.”
That made him snicker. You smiled. You always did like making him laugh. “Shut up. Hey, are you staying at home today?”
“Mhm hm,” you nodded. Unable to help feeling a little curious.
“Oh.” There was a pause, and you wondered if that was it. Was he just making small talk? It had sounded like he was about to suggest something. You waited patiently. Maybe a little hopefully. You heard him take a large breath. At least it sounded that way. “I’m in the Starbucks near campus trying to hit 2k words on this essay. Wanna join me?”
You caught yourself smiling again. You’d been right. “Won’t you get distracted?”
He scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Before quickly backtracking. “Just kidding.” As if you didn’t know. “Can’t you bring some work along? We can motivate each other.”
Hm. You had already told Lina you were going to stay in and do housework but fresh air seemed like something that could do you good. There was no point staying inside and moping around, plus, you could make a start on some assignments… “I do have something in by Thursday.” You made up your mind instantly.
“Perfect.”
“Give me half an hour.”
You were a little longer than that. You needed to brush your hair, then change, because 2-day old sweats probably weren’t acceptable. Somewhere along the way you decided to apply some make up, the first time since the break up. It was really no big deal, you could’ve gone without, but it felt good to feel a little more human again. You grabbed what you needed and text Seokjin you were leaving. Starbucks was only about a ten-minute walk away so he knew when to roughly expect you. You were oddly excited. It had been a few days since you’d last seen him and if you were being honest, you’d been wondering when the next chance to hang out would arise.
He greeted you with a, “Got you a tea. Two sugars. Just how you like it,” which for some reason struck at heartstring.
“You remembered.”
“Of course.” He gave a little shrug as you pulled up the chair opposite him. “It wasn’t that long ago, plus you’re like the only person I know who hates coffee.”
That was true. He’d found it out the first time you’d (accidentally) slept over. Handing you a coffee in the morning definitely didn’t make you happy. Nor did not having any tea bags in his apartment. He soon learnt.
“What’s your essay on?” You asked, motioning to his laptop and laughed when he pulled a face.
“I don’t know. Something about the London stock market or some shit.”
“How come Kim Seokjin majors in the most boring subject known to man?”
“I’m hardly fun, am I?” He chuckled. Thinking about it, Seokjin was probably the dorkiest certified fuckboy you’d ever known, so maybe the business major did suit him really well. He was a good boy really. You teased him with that immediately when he judged you for pulling an iPad out of your bag to write your essay. (Who writes essays on an iPad?!) A good boy who always did his assignments on time (nearly) and always studied hard. How adorable.
He took your ribbing all afternoon, even though surprisingly you did manage to get some work done. You probably would’ve stayed there until an employee kicked you out but Seokjin had a shift at the campus gym to get to. It was in your direction home, so you said you’d walk with him as you waited for him to shove his things into his backpack.
“You look happier today,” he smiled your way as you left. Maybe he’d wanted to tell you that sooner considering how his shoulders relaxed a lot more as you began walking. The side eyes hadn’t gone amiss.
“I have make up on.” You informed him. That could deceive anyone.
He laughed, nudging your shoulder with his. “That’s not it.” Another side eye, a small small.
“What?” You giggled. Maybe you did feel happier? You were so sure today would hurt the hardest, but in actual fact, you just felt lighter. The worst was done.
“Nothing,” Seokjin shook his head lightly. “I just thought you’d be really cut up, that’s all.”
“What do you want from me?” You exclaimed dramatically with a laugh. “Want me to be crying on your shoulder?!” You nudged him this time. He stumbled a little and you rolled your eyes, unable to tell if he was just messing with you.
“No,” he whined. “I want this. Hearing your laugh again. You rolling your eyes at me. Watch it.” He warned, pointing his finger as he caught you doing it again. “You’ll lose them.” You both laughed together as you walked on. Yes, maybe it was slightly awkward, conversation stunted because Seokjin was still second guessing his comforting skills and you were unsure on how much to divulge in fear of making him too uncomfortable. Not that you really had much to tell anymore. You mostly just wanted to forget this horror of a week, so really, Seokjin was doing a great job. You told him just as much.
“Thank you.” He looked comically unsure as he glanced at you. “For today. I’m happier because this cheered me up.”
A crooked smile appeared on his face but you barely had any time to acknowledge it because you were taken by surprise when his arm wrapped around your shoulder. It took you a stunted moment to realise he was swiftly moving you out of harms way. Two seconds away from colliding with a man in suit who was looking down at his phone as he headed towards you. Embarrassingly, your own body had acted without command and it was too late to stop your own arm from clinging around his middle. Like a reflex. A strange and stupid reflex. You quickly removed it and and muttered your thanks.
If he noticed your awkwardness he didn’t bring it up. Instead, chuckling under his breath, he squeezed your shoulder before sliding away. “I’m getting good at this friendship thing.” You nodded in agreement, gaze locked on the floor, but his sudden voice in your ear made you jump. “I’m glad you’re okay.” It was embarrassing, how skittish you felt over nothing. What was up with you? You were definitely allowed to touch Seokjin, and the action shouldn’t make you feel so embarrassed. You were being dumb. You shook yourself internally, looking up at him to agree. “Me too.”
He grinned, showing no signs he’d noticed your odd behaviour and you relaxed, a little more normal now when you felt his palm at the small of your back, gently pushing you forward. “Come on. Before my boss slits my throat.”
The walk wasn’t too long away from the gym, but you still scolded him as you rushed, wondering why you couldn’t have left earlier if he knew he had to get to work. You arrived at the glass doors a little out of breath and slightly warm. Seokjin was of course looking as perfect as always. No blemishes on his face while you had to hide about 4 today with concealer. You saw him off with a, “Good luck finishing that really boring essay,” wondering silently when you’d get to see him next.
He grinned. “Thanks. I’ll need it. Hey–” His hand reached for your wrist, stopping you from leaving as you turned, and you tilted your head, wondering what he could want. He shuffled on his feet, suddenly unable to meet your eyes. “This sounds really random… You can say no if you want to.” He paused to shrug. “It’s just I really want to see Endgame but everyone I know is going with their girlfriends so unless I third wheel—which I doubt they’ll let me anyway, I have no one to go with…” He stopped to glance at you, sounding hopeful. “What do you say?”
Your eyebrows creased together. “What’s Endgame?” Either you were really dumb or Seokjin was just forgetting who he was talking to. Maybe it was a bit of both by the sounds of his voice.
“Serious?” Your blank expression told him that you were. He whined your name dramatically, clocking into work now the last thing on his mind. “It’s the new Avengers movie. The Avengers. Please tell me you know what I’m on about because otherwise we cannot be friends.”
“Of course I know what you’re on about. I just didn’t know there was a new movie, that’s all.” You shrugged and he looked instantly relieved. “I’ll come with you. Hate for you to be a loner.”
“Really?” He sounded surprised.
You nodded with a hum. “I’ll have no clue what’s going on, but it’s fine.”
“I’ll fill you in. Come on, you know Iron Man, right?”
“Yes,” you exhaled. You weren’t completely stupid. “I know Iron Man. Robert Downey Jr is pretty hot.” He paused at that, visibly bemused. Whatever. You said what you said.
“Go!” You exclaimed instead, waving your hand. He was going to be late, and you weren’t having him being fired on your conscience. “Before your boss slits that pretty little throat of yours.”
Shit. Pretty?? Why had that left your mouth? You could tell by his small smirk he caught on too. You tried to hide the shock from your face. No big deal. It was a just a saying. You turned on cue, ready to dash. “I’ll text you tomorrow? We can work out when we’re both free?”
You nodded quickly, turning to wave. “Bye, Seokjin.”
.
.
…And with that your friendship began. At first it was… odd. Not a bad odd by any means, just weird. Weird to have him back in your life and weird in the way it was. Not even a year ago you’d found it hard to believe you were fuck buddies, in the loosest form of friendship, but now it was just buddy, and that was equally as hard to believe. At first.
Once the bizarreness wore off, Seokjin’s company became so natural there didn’t seem to be a day that went past where you didn’t contact one another in some form or even hang out together. It was like he’d never not been there. Only this time it was better. You both agreed.
Friendship blossoming between the two of you may have seemed impossible to others, considering the history that you shared, Hell, it had even seemed impossible to you, but it came easily and naturally. You enjoyed learning new things about him, and you thought it was the same for him. Why else would he be so keen to hang around? You didn’t know if Seokjin was having some kind of identity crisis or if he was just showing a new side of himself to you, but these days, he was different. Not vastly – the Seokjin you had grown to be fond of was still there, knew how to teasingly exasperate you, knew how to make you laugh, but now he was a little more serious, more mature. You’d seen glimpses of that behaviour when you were both hooking up, but to be honest the sex kind of distracted you from anything else, clouded your brain… You weren’t particularly interested in his friendship back then, it had just sort of come as a vague added bonus. One you passively enjoyed but didn’t think much about.
Only, now you did see how much you’d missed him. You liked having him back in your life in this new way, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t help distract you from your break up with Yoongi. Your chest was still heavy for a while afterwards, but you couldn’t even tell if it was a broken heart or a bruised ego. Maybe it was both, or neither… Sometimes the sadness felt strange and you couldn’t place it. Your head was still a mess and it looked like you’d never get any real answers—from Yoongi and your own mind and heart. You hated it, but you continued to remind yourself of the positives. You had loving parents only a few blocks away, great friends, Lina, who had always been your best, Seokjin… School was going well, work too, ever since you’d left shitty Wendy’s. You couldn’t really complain if one thing had gone wrong, could you? Time was all you needed, and gradually, that time with Yoongi became just a memory… Life continued going.
Seokjin Am I your best friend ?
You what do you want
You knew Seokjin well enough to know when he was buttering you up. Even after the time spent apart, it was still easy to spot the signs. That, and with these past couple of weeks, Seokjin seemed to love using the friendship you two now had as some sort of leverage for god knows what. It was buying him lunch last week because he’d conveniently forgotten his wallet at home. Two days ago it was giving him a ride to Namjoon and Hoseok’s place because his car was out of gas and he didn’t want to walk. Now it was what exactly? The suspense was killing you.
Seokjin You know me well But answer the question
You no 😂 lina is !!
Seokjin 😔 Am I your best guy friend then?
You yes but only by default
You had no other guy friend who messaged you at 2am just as you were about to hit the hay asking if you wanted to grab breakfast in the morning and then proceeded to unload his day on you as you lay there in the dark, glow of your cellphone screen hurting your eyes. Not that you minded really. You still felt like you owed Seokjin after the whole break up drama, so more often than not you were fishing for any signs of change in mood from him, waiting to pounce and pay him back in kind. Not that kind of kind though.
You were always doing that. Accidentally dropping yourself in it, making things awkward. You’d told Seokjin exactly the same right at the beginning and you still weren’t over how red your face had gotten when you’d tried to explain yourself. “Payment in kind, like a-actual kind. Comfort for comfort…” You’d stammered. He’d just wiggled his eyebrows. “What type of comfort?”
However Seokjin never gave you anything mood wise to go off, so you had to assume he was perfectly fine. Which he probably was. It was just if he wanted to ever lay bare his innermost thoughts and feelings you were there. You had a feeing if you ever told him that part he’d run for the hills. He was just happy moaning about his day through text message, sometimes call, and you happily listened even if you sometimes hummed in agreement without really concentrating...
Seokjin I’ll just ignore that YAY so will you come see Endgame again?
You AGAIN?!
Seokjin PLEASE I need to go one more time before it leaves theatres
You ask sandeul that movie was a whole three hours long THREE HOURS I’LL NEVER BET BACK
Seokjin He doesn’t want to go again PLS I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT
Couldn’t he just wait until it came out on blu-ray? Then again, the ‘I’ll do anything you want’ sounded like an offer you couldn’t refuse. Maybe you could make him live to regret taking another three hours of your life away. Not that the movie was terrible. It was actually pretty good considering Seokjin had managed to give you the previous lowdowns not an hour before the screening. He didn’t need to know that though.
You hmm interesting.. ok but i’m still thinking about what you can do for me
Seokjin Omg yes Thank you I’ll pay again
You of course
Seokjin 😁 I love you 3000
You scoffed at his lame butter up. You’d already said yes, he didn’t need to sway you anymore, and an Avengers reference wasn’t going to do the trick anyway. It did make you laugh though, despite that line actually ruining you in the movie, and despite what Jin said, it ruined him too. You’d heard an awful lot of sniffing coming from beside you during that scene…
That’s how you found yourself at the movie theatre again on the weekend, eagerly waiting in line to get snacks because you’d only just finished work an hour ago and were surviving off a sandwich you’d eaten at lunch.
“Jin! Wassup brother?”
The booming voice of one of Seokjin’s friends was impossible not to hear as he passed by. You vaguely knew his face. Couldn’t remember the name though. “Oh, hey Bri.” Ah. Brain. He was with his girlfriend—Jiyeon, you knew her name. She was in your fashion history class. She smiled at you and you returned it.
“What you seeing?” Brian asked, making conversation.
Seokjin chuckled. “Endgame. Second time. I had to bribe this one to come with me again.” He nudged you playfully, grinning down at you and you laughed along with him.
“Oh?” Brain tilted his head, looking between you both almost curiously. It made you feel a little nervous and you ended up sidling closer to Seokjin. “How’s it going?” He definitely had a grin on his face when he asked you both that. He didn’t… He didn’t have the wrong idea, did he?
Seokjin seemed to realise the same thing, shifting on his feet, sounding stunted when he replied. “G-good. Yeah. It’s going good.”
“We’re seeing Dumbo.” Jiyeon cut in, probably sensing the awkwardness in the air. A true life saver. “I brought tissues just in case,” she giggled.
“You’ll need them,” you informed her, still feeling relieved she’d changed the subject. “I saw that last week with my friend actually. We cried like babies.”
“Oh, god,” Brian groaned.
“Babe! Just because you’re scared you’ll cry too,” Jiyeon teased, elbowing him.
“Never,” he insisted. You all laughed. “We better bounce.” He added, checking the time on his phone. “Movie’s in five. See you around.” He nodded at Seokjin first, then you. “Have a good one.”
You swore he winked when he said that but you told yourself you were imagining it, waving after them just as it was your turn in line. After you’d paid for your snacks and were walking to the theatre room you glanced over at Seokjin. “You could’ve asked Bri to come with you. Is he a fan? Really, you know everyone.” You chuckled.
“Hey, I’m a friendly guy,” he insisted. That was true. You swore Seokjin knew pretty much 70% of people around college, and you were pretty sure everyone liked him. He just had that type of aura. Well, nearly everyone. Yoongi was probably the only person you knew who had his problems, and given the history you didn’t really blame him.
You were about to agree when Seokjin’s phone buzzed, signalling he had a text. He opened it up without glancing at the preview and you caught your name on the screen. So did he, you guessed because he quickly locked the device and shoved it in his pocket.
“Who’s that?” You wondered. You already knew.
“Just Brian. He, uh.” A pause. Like he was trying to think, and then he chuckled. “He said ‘Enjoy the movie, nerd’.” You joined him politely. You mean, Brian could’ve said that. You didn’t see the whole message, but your name was definitely there, and Seokjin was most definitely not telling you why.
You glanced at him again, maybe he could see the suspicion on your face but he didn’t say anything. Neither did you. You could see how flush his cheeks had gotten, ears too. He was obviously feeling nervous that you’d press him further. You didn’t. You got it. People knew your history with Seokjin, it wasn’t a surprise to you anymore, and therefore, if they saw you together they’d probably think something was going on again. Like now. Brian had assumed something and that was okay. Awkward maybe, but to be expected. You smiled at Seokjin and handed him the popcorn. “He’s not wrong.”
“Hey! But yeah, he would’ve said no if I asked.” His hand fell to your lower back as he teased you and let you walk through the door first, mouth lowering to your ear, making you squirm a little. It tickled, and your skin seemed to glow where he touched you. Warm and comforting. Warm and nice. “See, you’re my only choice.”
.
.
“So what are your favourite movies?”
You let your head fall back against the headrest as you thought about Seokjin’s question. It was now over four hours later and you were parked outside your apartment. He’d given you a ride home but you’d been sat here for 30 minutes or so just talking casually. Something you hadn’t done so in-depth before. It felt nice, and you should’ve just invited him in, but in all honesty, for some reason you were worried he’d say no.
“I don’t know, I’ll watch anything really.” You shrugged after a moment. Titanic seemed too predictable and you knew Seokjin would probably tease you over it. You quickly run through some of your favourites from your teenage years. Wait. “Maybe Lord of the Rings? I loved it when I was younger.” The books were still on your to read list though. You doubted you’d ever get around to it…
“No way,” he exclaimed. “Me too!” You grinned in surprise. It was always fun realising you had things in common. The small, strange things that you’d never had any clue about. Things like favourite movies, music, or books never came into question when you were just fucking.
“I haven’t seen them in years. I always wanted to watch the extended versions all in one go. I’d probably flake though.”
“Same,” you laughed, before suddenly having an idea. “Wait. I think I know what we can do together seeing as you owe me.”
He tilted his head as he smirked a little. “Watching a movie franchise I love isn’t a punishment.”
You scoffed. “Watching Endgame twice was hardly terrible, Seokjin. I came again because I wanted to.” That made him happy. Although you thought he already knew that. These days you were just content hanging out with him, whatever the reason. You thought he knew that too.
You could hear a voice, whispering – irritating really. You were sleeping and it was interrupting you. It seemed to be getting louder, sounded an awful lot like your name, and now you were getting shaken. Woken up. Voice now familiar. Hushing your name over and over again as they tried to rouse you. You made a noise and stretched, opening your eyes. Seokjin’s face hovered over yours, blue with the glow of the television. “It’s late. You should go to bed.”
You bolted up, he just had time to pull back narrowly missing you head butting him. “What time is it?” You asked, rubbing your eyes. You were still in a daze. You remembered earlier in the night, it was your Lord of the Rings marathon you’d been planning for the last few days, and Seokjin had come over at 5pm to get an early start. You’d made snacks and then you’d ordered pizza after the first movie was done. You remembered finishing the second one and being shocked that you may actually be able to do this. That was until you began the third. You remembered hitting play and then that was it. “Did we finish Return of the King?”
Seokjin laughed, sitting back against the couch again. “No. I paused it like twenty minutes in. You’ve been asleep for nearly two hours. You groaned, leaning back too and pulling the blanket you’d had draped across you all night up over your shoulders. “Don’t worry, you did good to last that long.” He continued. “It’s nearly 4am.”
No wonder you were dead to the world, it was practically the next day. Seokjin ran a hand through his hair. It was a little bit rumpled and he moved sluggishly. He sounded a little sluggish too. Voice a little croaky. “Did you fall asleep too?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t fight it.” He sounded sheepish. Guess he hated the failure too. “I think I can drive home though.” Sitting up, he made motions to stand. “Maybe I’ll have a glass of water first. Y’know, wake up.”
“No way.” Your insistence came with trapping him with your legs. Not that it could work. He was much stronger than you, but he listened anyway, too tired to fight. “You can stay over. Is the sofa okay?”
He heaved an exhausted sigh, grabbing your ankles to move and lie across the couch, his legs now trapping your body instead. Grinning, he reached for a cushion and put it behind his head, folding an arm behind there too. “Good thing it’s comfy.”
You tried to wriggle your bottom half from under him but it was impossible. He was like lead. “Move your legs,” you whined, but he refused, unable to suppress the giant smirk on his face. You pushed and pulled at his calves. “Seokjin!” Your voice was breaking you were so tired so you think he took pity on you in the end.
“Okay, okay, I’m moving them,” he chuckled, letting you sit forward so he could stretch them out behind you.
“You’re so fucking lucky you’re wearing socks.” He laughed louder at that and you removed the blanket from yourself, leaning over to place it over him instead. It was pretty thick and he had his clothes on so he should be warm enough. “There you go. Let me tuck you in tight.” You teased, hovering to push the material under his body, travelling all the way down to his feet. You sat back to admire your handy work. He looked cosy. Cute. A large, human burrito.
“Thanks, Mom,” he drawled.
“Thought we said we’d never try that.” The words were out before you could stop them, silently cursing yourself for going there. What was with you both? He’d done something similar not so long ago too.
But if Seokjin noticed your awkwardness, he didn’t let on, just chuckled softly. “Sorry.”
You found yourself grinning and shook your head – you were being silly. Standing up, you switched the TV off and made your way slowly to bed in the newfound dark. Not that it was much of a journey. Your studio apartment had its perks. You could also see the silhouette of Seokjin the Human Burrito perfectly from where you lay.
“Night night, watch the bed bugs don’t bite,” you sang, unable to stop yourself. He just fidgeted and groaned in reply. You rolled your eyes.
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You must have fallen asleep again pretty quickly because you couldn’t remember anything after that. You had no idea what the time was when you woke up, but light was streaming through the shades and you blindly stretched for your phone, knowing you’d left it somewhere on your nightstand earlier in the night. Ah ha! You found it and quickly unlocked it with your thumb. It was nearly 11am. You hated waking up late but what did you expect when you’d stayed up half the night. You peaked at Seokjin’s figure. Still asleep but now out of his burrito blanket, one leg stretched over the arm of the couch—which didn’t take much, he was too big for it anyway, and the other leg was hanging off, foot on the floor. Socks off. You couldn’t see his face, covered by the blanket, but the image made you smile. Without particularly thinking you snapped a picture, zooming in. There. Now you had the memory forever.
You laid your head back down and began clicking on those dumb mobile games you were addicted to, before getting bored when you couldn’t beat a level of some infuriating cooking restaurant game you’d only downloaded two days ago. You opened up twitter. You had some notifications from last night after tweeting a picture of your television with the opening credits of Lord of the Rings paused across it. There were a few likes but all the replies were from Seokjin.
(6:30pm) You tweeted: [Image added] LOTR MARATHON TONIGHT 🌋 💍👁🧙🏻♂️🧝🏻♀️
(6:32pm) Kim_Seokjin replied: Ur honestly the biggest nerd I know
(6:32pm) You replied: funny because i think the EXACT same about you 😜
(2:30am) Kim_Seokjin replied: And you fell asleep….. 🙄
That was a new one, he’d obviously done it when you’d first fallen asleep. Just to fall asleep not long after, you might add… You were about to point that out ever so kindly when you had a new notification. The name made your heart stop, stomach sinking.
MinYoongs liked your tweet
It hadn’t been the first time Yoongi had liked something of yours since the break up. It had been over three weeks now and in that time he’d hit the heart on a few of your tweets. At first it had upset you, but now you you didn’t mind. It was sort of comforting, knowing he kept semi up to date with you. Like a part of him was still here. You’d began liking some of his tweets and even facebook uploads too. You’d seen him around college a couple of times but not immediate enough to have a conversation. Now that you didn’t have class together your paths went back to not crossing like they had in the beginning. You’d smile and nod in his direction and he’d do the same, raising a hand in acknowledgment. It was sad to think that’s what your relationship had become now, but what could you do? A part of you was still holding out on one day being able to be friends. You mean, if you and Seokjin could do it then it was possible, right?
Only this time he liked your tweet it made you feel weird. Guilty, probably. He’d liked it even after seeing Seokjin’s replies. What did he think? You couldn’t help but wonder. It was pretty obvious Seokjin had been around your apartment watching movies on your sofa where you used to do the same with Yoongi. It was entirely innocent, but Yoongi didn’t know that. Yoongi knew Seokjin as the guy you’d been fucking before you began dating him. Yoongi knew Seokjin as the guy he’d shared you with that one stupid night. Yoongi knew Seokjin and all the history you guys shared, and he had still liked your tweet? What did that mean?
Was he totally unbothered? Did you want him to be bothered? No, you didn’t. However, you still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. You wondered if you should message him, try to explain, but really there was nothing to explain. Doing so would just make you look like you had something to hide, and you already still felt the guilt at running to Seokjin’s place the night of the break up. Like you were hiding something from him. By Yoongi liking that tweet it showed you he was fine with whatever was going on, but you couldn’t very well hit him up like ‘Me and Seokjin are just friends. Honest.’ It was weird. He probably knew you were hanging around with one another anyway. You didn’t do it often, but you had met up around college sometimes, studied together in the library. He could’ve seen it, his friends could’ve seen it. It probably came to no surprise to him.
You were overthinking again. It was stupid and you hated doing it. Seokjin stirred, the sound of his phone falling onto the floor making you both jump. He groaned as he reached for it and you took the opportunity to banish your thoughts. There was no point worrying over things you couldn’t control nor knew the answers to. “You awake?”
“Mpmph. Morning.”
His voice was raspy, thick with sleep, but at least he was semi intelligible. “Couch still comfy?”
“Yeah. I wanna take that back.” He said as he shifted, sitting up. You bit back the urge to laugh. His hair was flattened in the back, face puffy. It had been a while since you’d seen him like this. “It’s like lying on concrete after a while.”
“Sorry.” A giggle slipped and he stared you down, just making you laugh harder if anything.
He shook his head in defeat. “Anyways, wanna eat and finish where we left off?” You nodded immediately, discarding your phone on the nightstand quickly. Maybe your mind couldn’t switch off fully but you were thankful for the help. Even if Seokjin didn’t know he was doing just that.
“God. Will you quit it.”
“Quit what?” You wondered cluelessly, looking up from your phone to see Lina sentencing death with one glare.
“Messaging Jin every two seconds.”
You paused, feeling a little sheepish, like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t. Which was stupid because 1) You’d been messaging him in plain sight and 2) You were definitely not doing anything wrong. It wasn’t your fault Lina treated Seokjin like he was the antichrist… You locked your phone and shoved it down the side of her couch. “It’s fine. He’s going to work now anyway.”
That didn’t appease her though. You could feel her eyes still on you, even though you’d tried to make yourself as small as possible as you began watching whatever was on the TV. You finally gave in, glancing over at her expectantly. Whatever she wanted to say she should just go for it.
“Tell me the truth, are you sleeping with him again?”
“No! What?!” Okay. You hadn’t been expecting that at all. “Lina, shut up.” You brushed her off.
“Well, I don’t know. You kept it quiet for months the first time.”
How could she even think that? Yes, you were hanging out with him quite a lot now, and yes, you had kept your hook ups secret from her for the longest time, but that was all in the past. You kept it hidden because you weren’t particularly proud of it, but as time past it became harder and harder to tell her, even if you no longer cared because you began to like Seokjin as a person and not just as a good fuck. In the end you were no longer embarrassed, just awkward.
“We’re just friends.” It would never happen again between the two of you. Hook ups weren’t your thing now. It hadn’t ended particularly badly but things had gotten complicated for no good reason. You didn’t want that anymore. You liked what you had with him now and were thankful for him.
“Sure about that?” She pressed, her tone telling you she didn’t believe you at all.
“Very sure.” You insisted. She wouldn’t budge. Had that annoying pretentious look on her face that drove you crazy. “Want to see our messages?” You added as a joke but her eyes lit up. “Oh, my god. You do, don’t you?!” She didn’t give you an answer, but had the decency to look sheepish. “Do it!” You exclaimed, grabbing your phone to open up your messages and give it to her.
She began to scroll hesitantly, reading upwards, as if you weren’t already judging her nosy little ass. You couldn’t help but joke around though. “There’s no dick pics, if that’s what you’re eager to see.”
She pulled a face. “Ew. My eyes would never recover.” You scoffed. You both knew despite her distaste for Seokjin she had definitely asked you to confirm if his dick was as big as people said when she’d found out about your promiscuous activities. So she couldn’t say shit despite gagging when you’d gone into detail, (it had involved a quick sketch and comparisons), but otherwise you ignored her, letting her read conversations that weren’t even that interesting. Whatever she expected to find, she didn’t of course. “What is this?” She asked you, now scrolling aimlessly.
“Pretty boring, right?”
“Why are you having a whole conversation about Lord of the Rings? It lasted two days?!” The judgment in her tone was classic Lina, but more than that she was just honestly bewildered. Until— “I love you 3000?! Why is he telling you he loves you?”
You rolled your eyes. “Relax. It’s an Avengers reference.”
“Oh for god’s sake. You’ve gone full nerd. He’s confessing his love with movie references.”
“He’s not confessing anything,” you sighed. As if. Seokjin falling in love with you, even anyone, just seemed hilarious. Maybe when he was thirty something. You watched her scroll up some more until she got bored and handed it back to you. “Innocent, right?”
“I guess so…”
You laughed. How was she still so suspicious? “Now will you drop it?”
“Fine.” She sighed. “It does look like you two have some sort of friendship going on. Who am I to judge.”
“Finally. So you admit Seokjin isn’t so bad?” You grinned. Mostly teasing her, but also pretty happy she was finally beginning to understand your friendship with Seokjin.
She stared at you. “I wouldn’t go that far. But yeah, it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to slip inside somewhere.”
You wrinkled your nose. “Definitely not.” Like you’d told her before, if that was the case he would’ve just asked outright. You glanced over at her again, realising she was still watching you carefully. As if trying to spot any slip ups. “What?”
“What about you?” She asked almost cryptically.
“What about me?”
“You’ve been awfully happy lately.”
Her tone was a little accusing, despite the context. “I can’t be happy now?”
“Of course you can.” She exclaimed. “It’s just you know, considering what went down with Yoongi and all… It wasn’t that long ago.”
“It’s been long enough,” you shrugged. Seemed like a lifetime ago. Seemed like you and Yoongi never happened… “Lina, I’m done moping. Have been for a while. Me and him tried and it failed. That’s life.”
“Okay, okay,” she chuckled quietly. “I’m not getting at you. I think it’s good you’re not beating yourself up about it.” She give you a knowing look. It wouldn’t have been the first time you’d blamed yourself. Shockingly, she was right. You hadn’t gone full self loathing mode this time around. “I’m just worried… You don’t want more with Jin, do you?”
“Huh?” Her question caught you off guard, as did her gentle voice. The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind, but maybe you could understand why it had crossed hers. Every guy you’d ever seemed to get involved with you’d fallen for. Despite however adamant you were to keep things unattached sometimes. Seokjin was the only guy that hadn’t happened with, yet he proved to be the guy that was the kindest to you. The one who meant the most.
“You’ve been hanging out a lot lately. At first I thought it was just a distraction for you, but well, you sure you haven’t fallen for him?”
“I haven’t,” you shook your head. You replied without really thinking. Automatically. “We’re just friends.” Because you were, and it worked that way. It really did.
“Okay,” she nodded and smiled, letting it go. She did genuinely seem to believe you. “Whatever makes you happy. I just don’t want you getting hurt again, that’s all.” You smiled back, unable to fight the urge to hug her. She received it happily. Lina was your best friend. Had been since high school. She was the one you could be a little more vulnerable around, show your gentler side to, and likewise. She was a lot harder skinned than you though. Yours was mainly for show. She truly took no shit.
“Just don’t go replacing me with him, got it?” She joked, pulling away.
“Awh, is that what you’re worrying about, Lina?” You teased, clinging to her as you rubbed your face in her neck. “Don’t worry, there’s only one of you. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Get off,” she giggled. “Of course there’s only one of me.”
“I am happy that you like Seokjin now though.” You couldn’t help but slip in, the teasing now over.
She scoffed, blowing air. “Wouldn’t go that far.” You just shrugged, about to suggest you order some food but she squealed, suddenly remembering something. “Oh my god, wait! I was supposed to tell you! Summer is getting into astrology and she told me about this really cool app!” She pulled out your phone and you laughed at her dramatic excitement. “Download it too and let’s see how compatible we are! I need to know if we’re going to be best friends for ever.”
…And she called you the nerd?
“I wanna start working out.”
You paused from browsing a rack of clothes to glance at Seokjin, waiting for his response. You’d made up your mind to go to the mall today after class and for some reason, after telling him, “Do you want to come to?” rolled from your tongue. He agreed almost instantly, so here you were, Seokjin following by your side as you aimlessly (window) shopped.
He had an eyebrow cocked. “You do?”
“Mmhm,” you nodded, pulling a shirt from a pole to hold it up to your body. You met his eyes in the mirror. “I think I want abs.”
He scoffed instantly. “Abs?! You’ll give up before that.”
“I won’t,” you whined, pushing him with your elbow as you slotted the shirt back with the others. He grabbed ahold of your arm naturally, playfully pushing you back. “It can’t be that hard anyway?”
Maybe abs were a little too ambitious. You just felt the need to start working out, to get healthy, change your diet. You often got these spur of the moment plans but if you were being real, you never stuck to them. There was the time you and Lina decided to go jogging three times a week before classes. That lasted one week. There was also that time you tried to follow a pilates youtube video… You lasted ten minutes. The video was forty. This time was a little bit different though. You had Seokjin. He worked out every day (at least he used to), and he worked in the goddamn campus gym. You needed a motivator and he was the perfect candidate. At least he he had been.. You were taking his negativity quite personally.
He agreed. Slightly. “It probably won’t for you, no, but I don’t think you have the willpower though.”
You scowled at his smirk. He just looked amused. “Excuse you. You’re just afraid mine will look better than yours.”
“I don’t have them anymore,” he chuckled.
“Really?” You did not believe him whatsoever. “Liar. Show me.” Your hands were bunching up his t-shirt before you really had time to realise what you were doing, your fingers slipping under, brushing against his stomach. Still hard and just as warm as you remembered. Something jumped inside of you. It was gone before you had time to place it.
He hissed your name with a baffled laugh, grabbing your hand. “We’re in public.”
This time the sensation in your gut stayed longer when it appeared. You had enough time to understand it but you pushed it away, taking your hand back with a roll of eyes. You ignored how hot your face felt and acted as usual, beginning to toddle off. “Whatever. I’m joining the college gym. I’ll find someone else to help me if you don’t.”
“Ah, I see,” he called after you, speeding up to catch you up. You could hear the slight tease in his voice, which wasn’t doing anything for your jostled hormones. Damn time of the month. That’s what you’d blame it on. “This is just a ploy to see me more. Hanging out at my place of work now? I think I’ll just show up at yours too. I have a sudden interest in fashion.”
He nudged you with his shoulder and you scoffed. “With your dress sense? Try again.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the look of indignation on his face.
He sighed in defeat. “Fine. If I help you get fit, you can help me dress better.”
You stopped, a handbag catching your eye, but also, bless him. “Seokjin, you dress fine enough,” you said as you turned to him. White t-shirt, a black cardigan, jeans that had holes in at the knees, black converse. It was all very casual prep. Effortless, because you knew for a fact Seokjin just picked whatever out of his closet and slipped it on in the mornings. Very boy next door. You wouldn’t really have it any other way.
That didn’t seem to satisfy him though, going by the pout he gave you. “You just laughed at me.”
You needed to physically clench your fists to stop you from reaching up and attempting to pinch those lips of his. Madness. “I really like your style. It suits you.”
“You do?”
He looked happy with that, lips now quirking up a little at the edges. You nodded sincerely. “Yep. It’s cosy. Although, you could probably do with wearing tighter fitting shirts.” He cocked an eyebrow at your suggestion. “You know, to show of this…” Those pesky hands of yours found themselves gliding across his shoulders. You caught Seokjin’s eyes and smiled quickly, awkwardly no doubt and pulled away, grabbing the handbag off the rack to uselessly look at. “Girls will like that a lot. Not that you need help.” You muttered the last part, unsure if he heard you.
He did, chuckling quietly. “I’m not interested.”
You paused, trying to decipher his words. He wasn’t interested in the shirts or the girls? It had to be the former, Kim Seokjin was always interested in girls. Although, saying that, you hadn’t heard him talk about any since you’d began hanging out together. Not that he had to. That would probably be weird. No, scrap that. It would definitely be weird. You did not want to hear about his hook ups and likewise for him most probably. Not that there were any hook ups. You were taking a much-needed break. Seokjin was the only man you needed in your life, which sounded incredibly cheesy now that you’d thought it.
“I’ll still help you though,” he continued, following you as you began strolling again, heading for the exit.
“Oh my god, yay! Thank you!” You gleed, unable to stop yourself from latching onto his arms and squeezing him. God. What was with you and physical contact today? Maybe you’d always done it, you were just paying extra attention today? Truthfully, ever since Lina had given you the third degree the other night you kept questioning every small thing you did towards Seokjin. Silly because there was nothing to second guess. He definitely didn’t do the same.
You kept your distance after that, looking around the mall for a sports store. “I need to find something to wear,” was your excuse. “Surely you have a pair of leggings and a t-shirt at home,” was his response. Which was the dumbest thing he could say to you seeing as you were the world’s biggest shopper.
“Let’s get doughnuts first,” he said after a few minutes of searching, catching you by surprise when he grabbed ahold of your elbow. He looked like he realised what he did because he pulled back quickly. Okay so maybe it wasn’t just you… You happily followed him anyway, the smell making your belly rumble.
“You have to start eating healthy if you want abs. This is your last chance to get that treat.” He teased, laughing a little too sadistically when he saw you frown at the realisation…
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.
“That wasn’t too bad.” You commented, making your way to the exit of the gym with Seokjin close behind you. You’d waited an extra twenty minutes for him to finish his shift so he could give you a ride home and now if you were being honest, you couldn’t wait to get in and run a bath. Seokjin didn’t need to know that though.
He said your name disapprovingly behind you, tugging off his lanyard to shove in his hoody pocket. You must say, Seokjin’s gym attire was something else. You hadn’t seen him in a pair of shorts for months and his thighs had definitely gotten bigger. Not that you were staring…
“What?” You puzzled, confused by his tone.
“You went on the running machine for half and hour and then did some squats.”
Okay, the patronising dick. “Some?! That was like a hundred!” He was the one who suggested starting off easy, and FYI, squats kinda burned if you weren’t used to them. Seokjin scoffed in reply, adding a “that wasn’t a hundred,” and you went to glare at him as you pushed the glass door open but some guy did so for you, already pulling it from the other side to enter. “Ladies first,” he grinned at you, letting you slide past him.
“Thank you,” you smiled back, noticing Seokjin almost push his way past after you. “At least there are nice people here,” you shot.
He pulled a face instantly. “You serious? They’re nice because they want to fuck you.” Your affronted expression said it all, and because you didn’t believe him, you whipped your head around, immediately catching the guy who’d held the door open for you looking back too. He smirked when he noticed he had your attention. You shot your head forward quickly, eyes wide.
“See.” Seokjin exclaimed. “I had to watch pretty much every guy check you out.” He sounded almost pissed. Nah. It was probably just your imagination. Bet you anything he just found it lame.
“Get lost.”
“No, really.” He insisted. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but your…” He hesitated and you looked up, curious but also regretting instantly when you did. “Your ass looks really good in those pants. I think you can skip the squats next time.”
You really had to be looking him in the eyes when he said that. You felt your face heat up immediately. Much more of a reaction than when that guy had smirked at you. “You were looking too?!” You exclaimed.
“Hey,” he whined. “It’s not my fault! I’m a guy, and in my defence, we have history.” A little shrug. “Things pop into my mind. Can’t control it.”
“Seokjin,” you gasped. What did that even mean? You couldn’t believe the words were coming out of his mouth.
“What? I’m just being honest.” He sounded so casual you just kept silent. Speechless by his gall. “Come on, get in. You’ll be aching soon,” he added, stopping by his car and opening the passenger’s side up for you.
You rode in complete silence. You didn’t want it to be awkward but it was. Not because he’d made you feel uncomfortable, but just because you couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said. Why were you repeating his words over and over again inside your head? Why were you pretty sure your face was now as red as a tomato? It definitely wasn’t the working out…
“Same time tomorrow?” He asked when he pulled up outside your door and stopped the engine. He sounded fine, natural and breezy. Hopefully he hadn’t caught onto your awkwardness but quite possibly he was just good at hiding it.
You forced a smile. If he could be unaffected, so could you. “I’ll be there fighting fit.”
He smiled dubiously. “I won’t hold my breath.”
“Hey,” you shot quietly, feeling better now despite his doubt in your ability.
“I start at 4, finish at 8.”
You nodded, stepping out onto the sidewalk and waved him goodbye. “Bye, Seokjin.” He sounded soft when he copied, your name almost hushing from his lips. You felt a tug in your chest. You needed water. You were dehydrated.
And that was the story of how Seokjin became your very own personal trainer. Or so he liked to call it. He didn’t particularly help whatsoever. Just ordered you about and then laughed at you when you struggled. “I could get you fired for this,” you’d shot this evening, sweat pouring down your temples as you’d basically crawled off the rowing machine.
“And I could get you banned for flirting with the staff,” had been his comeback. “Maybe arrested for stalking too.”
Despite your initial affronted expression, you couldn’t help but laugh. Something had changed recently between the two of you. Maybe you were just getting a lot more comfortable given all the time you spent together. Maybe it was something else. You didn’t know and you didn’t really want to dwell too much on it. Seokjin was a flirt after all, and you were okay with that. You didn’t mind joking around with him.
If you were being honest, you didn’t mind anything when it came to him. Which was why you were willing to practically cripple yourself in order to carry on going to the gym. Sometimes when Seokjin wasn’t getting paid to step foot into the gym, he went with you anyway and you got to sneak a peek as he worked out too. You were only human after all, and Seokjin still had a body that made your mind susceptible to dirty thoughts. You now understood what he meant about being unable to stop things popping into his head. But it was fine. Natural and expected to an extent. Seokjin was your friend, and just your friend, like you’d already insisted to Lina.
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.
“This is the worst.”
You heard Seokjin snicker a bit behind you, having fallen back a few steps while he checked his cellphone. Whose bright idea was it to walk to and from the gym, and today of all days? “You’re walking like you’ve shit yourself.”
You snapped your neck around. If looks could kill. “Shut up.” You’d storm off but it hurt too much so all you could do was attempt to speed hobble. Seokjin soon caught up up.
“I told you not to row a kilometre.” Condescending as usual. “It was your first time. That shit burns if you’re not used to it.”
“Already?” You whimpered. Usually it took until the next day, a few hours at least, until the burn was apparent. You were a goddamn fool. Who knew pulling back and forth repeatedly could fuck you up so bad. “What am I going to be like tomorrow?”
You wanted at least some sympathy but you didn’t get it. “Worse.” The most casual of shrugs. “You’ve used muscles you don’t usually work.”
“I’ve used muscles I didn’t know I had!”
He laughed at that. Genuinely amused. “You’re a weakling. You need to gain some strength and stamina. It doesn’t come automatically. If you want those abs you need to be working out every day. Maybe go running in the morning, cycling… ” You groaned as he spoke. You hadn’t ridden a bike in years. Why was there so much work to look good? Seokjin made it look effortless, the dick.
He laughed again. This time lower but closer to you, his breath puffing against the back of your neck as he took you by surprise and gripped your waist with his hands. “C’mon, let me help you. Guide you.” Patronising. You wanted to tell him that but your mouth wasn’t working. You walked as he did, letting him escort you down the remaining length of the sidewalk with a gentle push.
“Four more steps forward. Turn left to be met with your apartment door. Up the two steps.” Lifting your legs awkwardly, he brushed into you, crotch against your ass. You were going to hell. Your mind went to places embarrassingly quickly.
“Keys.” You were suddenly cold when he removed his hands from you to search through your bag. Just for your hand to be met with the familiar warmth as he cupped it. It took you a moment to realise he’d pressed the key into your palm. He sighed. Thankfully mistaking your airhead for post-workout soreness. “I’ll do it then.” He guided your hand to the door. “Forward. Insert into hole.”
“Oh my god.” You couldn’t help but mutter that one. At least there was a part of your brain still working… The incredibly perverted part, but a part nonetheless.
“Do you have to make everything so dirty?” He looked down at you, dramatic judgement in his tone. You felt him twist the key in your hand, opening the door. He looked you dead in the eyes as he spoke again. “Turn and open wide. Well done!”
That was definitely on purpose. You could tell by the smirk that couldn’t help but sneak its way on his face. You’d chew his ear off but he was immediately getting behind you again, wrapping his arms around your middle and before you knew it he was lifting you up, ignoring your squealing as you clutched onto his hands. “Now to get your poor frail body through the threshold.” There was an obvious fake strain to his voice as he did so and it was over in seconds, putting you down as soon as he’d raised you a few inches off the ground.
You rounded on him immediately. “I regret inviting you over if I knew you were going to be such a jackass.”
He raised his hands up as a peace offering. “This is all just very amusing to me.”
You couldn’t be bothered to argue, making your way to the couch to collapse onto (slowly, if possible), and let your body just buzz. You couldn’t tell if it was the muscles you didn’t know you had contracting, or if it was the lingered feeling of Seokjin’s hands on your body… That sounded pathetic. “I’m never moving,” you declared loudly, speaking truth but also trying to distract yourself.
Seokjin watched you and chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “I’ll get you something to drink.”
“Alcohol!” You shouted (unnecessarily, it was a one room apartment after all…) as he walked a little way forward to your kitchenette. “And chips. Fuck the healthy diet. I need sustenance.”
You switched on the television as Seokjin pottered away, opening cupboards as he searched for something suitable. It was cute how he knew where your drinking glasses were kept and where you kept your snacks. Maybe he never forgot from before…
“There you go,” he said, dropping a bag of chips into your lap from above. You opened them immediately, feasting like you hadn’t eaten all day. “Will this do? It’s all you had.” You looked up at him, seeing him holding a green bottle. When he spoke again he sounded uncertain. “Sour apple?”
You wrinkled your nose. “It’s nasty stuff. Give it to me!”
He laughed at your outstretched arm and sat next to you, reaching for the drinking glass under his arm so he could pour you some. He passed it to you and you took a tentative sip, the familiar sickly and artificial taste making you wince. But you needed something to ease those poor muscles of yours, and because you weren’t a major drinker, this was all your stupid self had hiding away in your cupboards.
You watched Seokjin sniff inside the bottle just as cautious but for some reason he took a giant swig, making a loud noise of objection as soon as the liquid slipped down his throat. “Ew. What the fuck is that?! It’s vile.”
“Right? It’s gross,” you agreed, chuckling as he stuck out his tongue, and it was already toxic waste green. “It made me throw up like crazy a few months back.” Funny, you still remembered (bits of) that night when Yoongi had looked after you, but the memories no longer made you feel sad, dejected. That was indeed a good thing. You took your own sniff, now dubious. “It’s not too old, right?”
“Nah, should be fine,” he shrugged, taking another sip. He winced all the way through it. “I think you’re supposed to make cocktails with it, or at least shots.”
You eyed your generously poured glass. “Go big or go home, huh?”
“You are home,” he commented, thinking he was clever. You went to kick him, forgetting your legs were fucked up and yelled out. Seokjin chuckled, grabbing your ankles one by one so he could lift your legs over his lap. “I guess this is my fault as your personal trainer and all,” he teased, beginning to rub one of your calves with his free hand. You didn’t have time to freak out about the physical contact this time around, because in all honesty, the sensation felt amazing for your poor, hurt muscles.
He continued for a little while until he got bored (called it), but you kept your legs there. After all, he hadn’t pushed them away, and like you said, it was helping your muscles… You don’t know why them being on his lap specifically helped, it was all probably psychological, but whatever, for once you weren’t going to overthink things.
Soon enough sporadic sips of the toxic waste became too much and you pulled a face, groaning loudly. “I’m beginning to feel a little sick.”
“Yeah, let’s stop,” he agreed, all while taking one last glug that made you giggle when he stuck his tongue out in disgust. He smiled at you, seemingly amused by something. You didn’t know what. Himself? Seemed about right. You were going to ask when he huffed your legs from him and took your glass from your hand as he stood up. “Not worth it. The stuff feels like it’s swimming in my veins.” You watched him walk towards your sink, looking over his shoulder to shoot you a question as he hovered the bottle over the basin. “May I?” You nodded, glad to see the back of the green liquid as it poured down the drain.
“Noodles?” He suggested shortly after.
“Please.” Maybe it would help get rid of the awful taste inside your mouth. You were dumb for even considering the drink once again. Thankfully, Seokjin also poured you a glass of water, which you downed in one go, sicky feeling leaving you as you munched on the slightly hard ramen.
Somewhere along the line, Seokjin took the remote from between your bodies and started browsing through Netflix. You complained about how even though there was so much choice you could never find anything new to watch. You’d watched everything good. He listened to you politely, a slight smile on his face because by now you were tired, you could tell, your words seeping into one another, or maybe it was that evil drink seeping into your brain. Never again.
In the end you suggested something he’d surely protest to. Angsty teenage vampires didn’t seem his thing, but shockingly he agreed to the first episode of The Vampire Diaries. You didn’t even have to try and persuade him with a little backstory, about how it used to be your favourite show back in high school. You warned him within the first two seconds that if he wasn’t Team Damon, he could leave your apartment right this instant and never come back. Thankfully he agreed that Damon was far hotter than Stefan, so it all worked out perfectly. You knew you could always count on Seokjin.
You didn’t make it through to the end. Your noodles sat on your coffee table half eaten, your head having fallen onto Seokjin’s shoulder, eyes half closed. Could very well be near dribbling knowing your luck. Not that he seemed to care. He let you snooze on him, his arm crushed into your side, his warmth making you all that cosier. Honestly, a nice blanket draped over the two of you could do the trick right now. You could really fall asleep, and fall asleep good. However, just as that was happening it was all over, Seokjin shaking you gently, telling you the episode had finished.
“What time is it?” You asked, voice thick, eyes heavy.
He checked his phone, chuckling. “11pm.”
You groaned, lifting your head and rubbed your eyes. “God, I’m old.”
He laughed harder. “I can’t believe the gym fucked you up already. I think you should get to bed.”
“Can’t move remember.” Your thighs and calves felt even more stiff now. Call you dramatic, but the thought of moving seemed like the worst thing in the world. Why couldn’t you have just slept on Seokjin’s shoulder all night? He was such a spoil sport. You were going to tell him that before he jumped to his feet, standing in front of you and leaving you confused.
“I’ll just have to carry you then.” He said matter-of-factly, and you didn’t have another second to process his words before he was hooking one arm under your knees, one around your back and lifting you effortlessly.
“Oh my god,” you squealed, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck and clutching on for dear life.
He strained a groan as he straightened his back, taking a few staggered steps backwards, catching his balance, before he turned and began in the direction of your bed. “You’re so lucky the journey isn’t far.”
The noise that left you could only be described as indignant as you slapped between his shoulder blades. How dare he be so dramatic, but trust karma to always pull through. He lost his footing and tripped as he climbed the platform that held your bed. He managed to drop you down unscathed albeit for the sudden shock of your back bouncing against mattress, but he also went with you, palms pressing into the sheets, caging your body with his. All he needed was to swing your legs up, cage them in too. As it would, they hung limply off the bed, just as dazed as you.
The thought entered your mind immediately and wouldn’t leave. You used to love being under him. Even when you looked up at him, assuming he’d gain his bearings and move away. He didn’t. You mean, he eased up a little, hands no longer either side of your head, but somehow they found their way to your hips, urging you too lift your legs onto the bed. You did so silently, not taking your eyes from him. It was strange. One of you should have said something by now. Seokjin should have joked around, apologised for being clumsy. You should have moaned at him, whined he could have killed you. But there was none of that.
Instead he gave you a small smile, looking down at you. “Your breath stinks of apple and your tongue is so green.”
You weren’t expecting that. It caught you off guard and just like that, the moment was over. Ruined maybe, but you wouldn’t let yourself think like that. You didn’t want to think about how Seokjin’s voice sounded all soft and gentle. Like something you’d never heard before, not even when he used to be between your legs similar to this, but naked and sweaty. Sure, you’d heard his voice needy and low many a time, but never like this. This was something else. He was cautious but couldn’t help himself. He was nervous but wanted to hide it.
You listened. “Yours does too.” You whined, your voice now sounding alien as you twisted your head, trying to get away from the sour apple but in the process getting away from him. Nothing personal, you were just afraid you were going crazy.
Still caged under him, his hands still around your hips, you were still hyperaware of his touch and the air was almost a little suffocating, even if you were just imagining it. Your idea proved futile anyway, because you could feel his breath against your neck now, and that was way, way worse. Until maybe he suddenly realised how questionable this position looked, or maybe it really was no big deal, and he moved away naturally, the warmth of his palms leaving your body as he slipped to the side of you, lifting his feet from the floor to slide his legs under him to sit down.
You stretched your legs out, now welcoming the ache because it distracted you. You also welcomed the cool air because your skin felt hot and itchy. You tried to read Seokjin’s face for anything that told you he was feeling the same way. His cheeks were a little flushed and just peeking out from under the collar of his t-shirt was an equally red patch. For the first time in a long time, probably since you’d embarked on this serious friendship mission, you felt a little awkward in his presence, and that made you feel guilty. You were the problem. Nothing had happened just now, it was all in your head, and he could probably feel how awkward you were being. You clenched your jaw, making a decision right then and there. Everything was normal.
“Yeah, think abs aren’t for me,” you said as casually as you could muster lying about half a metre down your bed as Seokjin sat next to you. “I much prefer my rolls.”
It seemed to work. He looked semi relieved you were making conversation and laughed. “You don’t have rolls, shut the fuck up.”
“I do!” You insisted, wide eyed. “Look!” You reached a hand under your shirt to squeeze the skin, flashing him your stomach, which now, in hindsight, seemed like a bad idea.
Although you were probably looking into it too much because he gave it one fleeting glance and rolled his eyes. “You really don’t.” There, that told you. You pulled a face as you smoothed your t-shirt back down.
“I can’t believe you’re quitting after not even two weeks. At least stick it out for the month you paid for.”
You groaned, knowing he was right but not wanting to listen. You were done with the gym. All it did was hurt and mess with your mind. If you hadn’t seen Seokjin working out these past few days you wouldn’t be in this predicament right now. Another one of your bright ideas that turned out to be dumb. Really dumb. “I’m tired.”
He chuckled under his breath. “I’ll go. Leave you to sleep.”
He’d misunderstood. You weren’t tired in that sense. You mean, you had been not ten minutes ago, but now you were still high on the rush of that internal panic. No, you were tired of thinking. Everything had been fine a couple of weeks ago. You were over your break up with Yoongi, finally at peace with everything that had gone on. Life was good, college, work, friends, and then Lina had to open her big mouth and now you were back to almost square one. Your brain wouldn’t switch off. You couldn’t really tell Seokjin that though. Sorry, no, I meant tired of overthinking every little second that me and you share. I’m tired of maybe, potentially questioning this friendship for no good reason. Sorry to make it awkward… It didn’t sound good, did it?
“You don’t have to go. Stay.” Fuck. The words were out before you could stop them. Like your mind was working without you. “It’s late now. I don’t want you to walk home in the dark.”
He shot you a look that told you he thought you’d lost it. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. Plus, your couch is so uncomfy. I can’t do it a second time.”
“You can sleep here.” That damn mouth of yours. “In my bed.” You were making it worse each time you opened it. Why were you inviting him into your bed?!
Sure, it could be taken as innocent, probably would any other day, but the look in his eyes as he stared at you, definitely trying to read your expression, find something in your tone, told you he was slowly picking up on something here. Your awkwardness again.
“Top to tail?” He finally asked, and you nodded quickly. Probably too quickly.
“If you want.”
He narrowed his eyes. You got nervous. “You’re a little drunk. I can tell.”
“Am not.” You shook your head. Maybe the damn drink had made you sleepy earlier, but you definitely weren’t drunk. You wish. Although… this could potentially be a blessing in disguise. Could explain your weird behaviour. You’d be the girl who got drunk off a handful of sips of alcohol if it meant having a free pass.
“Are to,” he insisted, but something told you he was also pretending. It made it easier to say no to you. “I can’t accept your offer. You might live to regret waking up to my feet in your face.”
“I don’t think I will.” You didn’t regret a thing where he was concerned. That thought seemed to glow in the forefront of your mind suddenly.
“Better to be on the safe side.”
You scoffed, but deep down you couldn’t help but feel a little dejected. Which was stupid because did you really want Seokjin to sleep in your bed? What would happen if he did? Did you want something to happen? You fleeted back to how nice it had been to fall asleep on his shoulder earlier, fleeted back to his lingering touch on your body when he’d tripped… That intimacy, if you could call it that, that familiarity was still itching at your skin, and you could quite honestly say right now, that if Seokjin ended up sharing your bed tonight, you didn’t know what would happen.
Not that he wanted to sleep next to you. That much was obvious. He was looking for a way to decline and the idea of you being drunk was a little farfetched but successful. Seokjin didn’t want you like that anymore, and that was okay. You were friends and you were happy with that. You liked it and you didn’t want to ruin things, because sometimes you had a tendency to ruin everything. Or at least it seemed like you did…
You watched him shuffle off your bed, you lifting your legs up so his feet could hit the floor. “I’ll text you when I get home. Just to let you know.” He teased, lips attempting to quash his amused smile.
“Seokjin, wait,” you called, sitting up too to grab him by the wrist as he moved to stand up. He turned back, waiting – and you swear this – almost hopefully. The moment was back, if just for a millisecond. He was waiting for you to say something, but not out of manners, out of hope. He was hoping you’d say something. Just what?
Did he want you to persuade him to stay, to beg him? If you knew he wanted that, you’d give it to him. You always could persuade him well… And if he wanted to spend the night, how was up to him. You wouldn’t think of the consequences, of the the damage it could cause between you two. You’d just act in the moment, because if truth be told, your skin was still hot, still itchy, tingling now, with the sudden wonder, and there was an urge in your gut you hadn’t felt for a long time…
However, you didn’t say anything, or do anything. You couldn’t. Not when you were so unsure about his intentions, your intentions. You swallowed and smiled, letting go of his wrist to point towards your wicker chair. “Can you pass me my pyjamas?”
And that was that. The moment was over again. “Sure.” Seokjin smirked back, the smallest of laughs leaving him as he rose and grabbed them, handing them too you quickly. If he was disappointed, he hid it well.
Not long after, he was gone, the click of the apartment door ringing in your ears. The silence didn’t really bring you clarity.
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“Don’t be moody.” You told Seokjin, fighting back your laughter. You could still make out his pout in the darkness of your apartment. “Ikea furniture gets to the best of us. No need to sulk.”
“I’m not being moody,” he insisted but the tension in his voice told you otherwise. “The bed is fucking stupid!” You finally let yourself giggle, unable to stop as you sat up in your makeshift bed—a mattress on the floor because the frame laid discarded against the wall, screws and bolts strewn across the floor.
You could see Seokjin’s look of disbelief even in the dim glow of the street lamps outside. He shut you up with his mouth. You weren’t expecting that, but let it happen anyway. Letting him push you onto your back again and clamber over your body. You continued to laugh between each glide of his mouth though, hands running down his back.
He pulled away, whining lowly. “Why are you still laughing?”
“It’s just funny.” You upturned your shoulders. “You trying to act all cool and collected when you’re mad as hell.” You’d never seen Seokjin angry or frustrated before so this was all very brand new and amusing to you.
He glared at you. “I’ll give you funny.” Your hips rolled obediently when you felt his hand slip inside your underwear, reattaching his mouth to yours. “—and mad,” he grunted into your mouth.
“Okay,” you replied easily, clutching onto him as his finger rubbed at your entrance before pushing carefully inside. After all, that’s what he’d been here for. He’d come over to build your bed and “christen” it as he’d so lovely put it. You’d only just moved in to your own place and you were beyond ecstatic to have your own space, and so was Jin, because, and this was in his own words, “Great, a new place to fuck.”
You guessed the details didn’t matter, he was still christening your new bed. The mattress was the most important part. Who cared if Seokjin couldn’t follow a simple set of instructions. You weren’t judging him…honest… Besides, the sex like this was amazing. He had a lot of pent up frustration to get rid of and you gladly took it.
“We’re not making a sound,” he groaned, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kneeled and fucked into you hard and fast. Your shorts were hanging off one ankle, his t-shirt stretched at the neck where you’d tugged it out of shape. “Who knew n-no bedframe was the answer to quiet sex.” You moaned loudly in response, unable to give him anything else.
“Still making you moan though,” he almost menaced, reaching for your ankles to push your legs forward, dick slipping deeper, about to penetrate your gut and kill you if he wasn’t careful. The noises that left you sounded crazed. He cocked an eyebrow, still as smug as ever despite the slack jaw and heavy breathing. “What will your neighbours think?”
“I’m going to kill you,” you attempted to seethe, nearly biting down on your bottom lip. As if you wanted to be known to your new neighbours as the girl who had sex loudly.
He just laughed, hands on your hips now as he began to jerk you. “Flip over,” he grunted, slipping out of you as he successfully rolled you onto your front. You spread your legs, desperate to have his dick inside you immediately, and when he pushed inside you moaned low, muffling it as best you could with your pillow.
He soon picked up his pace once more, merciless now, and you tried so fucking hard not to cry out, your moans lodging in your throat, body tense as you tried to control every nerve in your body. It was all slick noises and the thud of his hips hitting your ass and finally his frustration began to leave his body. “Stupid—fucking—ikea—bed,” he growled, thrusting harder into you after every word.
God. That was it. “S-seokjin,” you almost begged. He was just so deep and hard. You could feel him everywhere, just getting wetter with each grunt that pushed its way from your throat. “You’re gonna make me cum–d-don’t stop.”
“Am I making you feel good?” He demanded, fingers digging into your ass with the effort of keeping up. He was terribly out of breath now, his only motivation was to make you cum. He couldn’t slow down, not when you were so close.
“So good,” you said through held breath. You were pushed so flat to the mattress your clit was getting its fair share too, and you closed your eyes tight, seeing stars as you let yourself jump over the edge. “So, so, so good.”
You came hard. Like so hard your ass twitched. He liked that. His sweaty hands digging into the flesh as he caressed you, thrusts ceasing because he couldn’t take the nonstop pulsing around his cock. He pulled out shortly after, one hand jerking himself off while the other slapped down on your flesh. “Wanna cum on that perfect little ass of yours.”
You moaned, raising yourself up a little to tease him and it wasn’t long before you felt the warm droplets of his cum dirty your flesh. “Fuck,” he grunted, needing a moment to come to before you heard him shuffle about. And then a whine. “You don’t have anything to clean up with.”
Well, no. You wouldn’t. This was your first night here. If you didn’t have a bed, you didn’t have tissues on a nightstand. “Not the instruction manual,” you warned when you heard the familiar sounds of paper rustling. “My dad has to come over tomorrow and fix your mess.”
“Oi.” He whined, but listened, throwing the manual back on the floor. You rolled your eyes when you felt him rub his cum into your skin with the head of his dick. He was just making more mess now, that wasn’t going to clean you up. He realised soon enough and stood up quickly. “I’ll be right back.”
You let your body relax as he went to the bathroom after some toilet paper, comfy and still vibrating a little from the bliss of your orgasm. Your bare ass was getting a little cold though. Thankfully Seokjin wasn’t too long and he wiped up the mess he’d made pretty quickly. When you finally rolled over to see him walking back from your trash can, you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him naked from the waist down.
“Why are you laughing at me now?” He pouted, sounding genuinely paranoid. That bed frame had really fucked with his head.
“Sorry,” you apologised, trying to compose yourself. “You’re just…naked. It looks funny.”
He frowned, still suspicious. “You’ve seen me naked hundreds of times.” Nevertheless, he still stretched his t-shirt down over his crotch, hiding his modesty as he crawled back to you.
“Yeah, but it was just…SWINGING there,” you giggled, starting up again.
“Well, yeah, that’s what dicks do.” He almost grumbled. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was embarrassed. You went to whisper another sorry but then he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing your back (maybe a bit too) tightly to his chest. You stretched your arm behind him to pinch his butt. “Stop!” He warned, but you could feel his grin against your neck as he kissed you.
You closed your eyes, smiling to yourself. You were so cosy and warm now, happy and sated. You could really fall asleep like this. Seokjin’s arms around you, his breath against your skin. The feeling in our chest was hard to explain. At the tip of your tongue, yet never coming. Annoyingly he moved away to fall onto his back as soon as you were trying to place the emotion and you snapped your eyes open having lost it all together. You grabbed your phone on the floor next to you to check the time. It was 1am. Seokjin really had been here trying to make the bed for nearly 3 hours before he’d given up. You should have just asked your father over in the first place… But you couldn’t tell Jin that, couldn’t bear to hurt his feelings. Bless.
“We should make the most of the next few hours…” You suggested casually. His groan told you he didn’t agree. He was tried and half asleep. Too tired to start his usual spiel about his dick falling off because you made him fuck you too often. “I knew a guy who ended up in hospital once because he fucked his girlfriend 14 times in a weekend.” Seemed unbelievable. Both ending up in hospital, and having sex over a dozen times in a 48 hour period, but whatever. Seokjin was talking bullshit like usual, because even though he moaned and groaned, he was always the first to initiate the fucking. Example: tonight. You just liked to plant the seed. Example: right now…
“It was fun.” You whined. “I think I should just say fuck it to the bed and sleep on this groan proof mattress.”
“Hm. I don’t know. The springs will give out soon enough, and how would you explain it to your parents?” He replied. That was true. Your parents didn’t even know Seokjin existed. Which meant that you had to take the fall for this tomfoolery tonight. Pretend you spent hours trying to screw some planks of wood together… You loved looking like an idiot. But you digressed…
“But I can still smash up the bed frame for you?” He added, sounding hopeful. Finally admitting his anger. “Fucking piece of shit.”
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Sleep didn’t give you clarity either. You woke up with a hazy mind, unsure if you were dreaming the memory or just playing it out in your head again as you slowly came to. Half awake, half dreaming. It was almost fitting that you remembered back to that night, like your subconscious was messing with you. If you let your mind wonder more, you were certain it was your favourite memory with Seokjin. You didn’t know why. It was really nothing special. By then you’d had sex too many times to count. They should’ve ended up blurring into one, but there were a handful that stood out. This one more than the rest. Something about the way he’d wanted to help you, even if it was a total fail. You remembered thinking somewhere in the back of your mind, while he was fucking you into your poor mattress, It’s not just sex to him. Ironic, but true. That night should’ve shown you how kind Seokjin could be. Or how kind he was. He didn’t choose as and when to be considerate, the opportunity had just never really presented itself before. You’d never needed a bed building before…
Ugh. You were a mess. You’d truly thought a good nights sleep would do you good, but no, your mind was still restless and your body ached even more from the night before. You shouldn’t be thinking of the past. Not when things were so good right now, so different. Your friendship with Seokjin worked, it made you happy, but on the outside looking in, was it considered normal? You didn’t think so. Don’t get you wrong, many girls had male friends. You had a couple you spoke to regularly and sometimes hung out with, but that was always in groups. You didn’t have one who you messaged every single day and hung out with alone. You didn’t have one like that until you met Seokjin. Before that, the guy you’d just described had been Yoongi. Perhaps that description better defined a relationship? Texting good morning, going to the mall together, other places, could be the gym, binge watching Netflix… That could be defined as a boyfriend… It was a stereotype, a stupid one, but it made sense. Especially for Seokjin and you who had a history. Come on, past fuck buddies turned best friends forever? It didn’t seem very believable… Maybe you’d been kidding yourself all this time…
Or maybe you hadn’t. Regardless of finer, often ignored, details, the bare foundations of your “relationship” had been about sex. This time was different. You could enjoy one another’s company without the sex, and it felt good. It felt more than good. Last night, your legs on his lap, and then your head on his shoulder, it was a comfort you didn’t know you’d been searching for. It’s what clouded your mind, made you all confused when you’d suggested he stay the night…in your bed.
That platonic intimacy was all well and good but you couldn’t let it ruin what you had with Seokjin at the moment. Like you said, it worked for not only you, but obviously him too. You’d crossed the line last night and embarrassingly you probably knew the reason why. It was simple really and even more simple to just deal with as you reached for your bedside drawer and pulled out something discreet and pink… There was no better way to clear a frazzled brain than a good orgasm. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d powered up your vibrator. Classes were full, work was tiring, you were busy… It made sense. To blame it on sexual frustration. Seokjin was still as handsome as ever and watching him work out in the gym would fuck with the strongest mind.
Yes, an orgasm a day kept those thirsty thoughts away… Facts. That’s what you told yourself, and that’s what you believed.
Seokjin Marathon tonight? We can easily get through six episodes
You 🤙😜 bring chips
Seokjin Pls stop using emojis You text like my mom 🙇🏻♂️
Not a week later and somehow you and Seokjin had found yourself down a deep and dark Vampire Diaries hole… Shockingly he seemed more into it that you, which amused you to no end. Thankfully you hadn’t sent him running for the hills after your stunt that night after the gym. Maybe he put it down to you being totally disoriented due to the pain of your aching muscles. Maybe he did truly think you were drunk off half a glass of toxic waste. Or maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t noticed anything and you were just being paranoid, deluded, stupid… The list was endless.
It helped you, consoled your worries because you didn’t have to try your hardest to act normal around him if nothing really happened. Things were normal, like you’d never asked him to spend the night in your bed. You didn’t ask him again and Seokjin made sure to ride his car to your place after that. Maybe there was nothing behind it, but yeah, now you didn’t really have a reason to ask him to stay… Even though sometimes you wanted him too, and not even like that. You just wanted to spend every waking moment with him. It was pretty frightening because you didn’t know what it meant…
Your vibrator was doing its job to curb those pesky sexual urges of yours but there was nothing really on the market to curb those weird…needy urges of yours. Needy for some affection and warmth that Seokjin seemed to radiate. Your bodies sat closer together each night you hung out. Your legs seemed to find their way onto his lap when you wanted to stretch out and your head found his shoulder every single time you nodded off to sleep… It was like you were magnetised together, or not… It was more so that it came natural to you two. Natural after all these weeks of being back in one another’s lives, and natural after the history you had together…
You told yourself it was okay, because your need for him wasn’t that raw, sexual type from before. No, it was something else. Something you couldn’t put your finger on. Not that you tried. It was better to not know. What you couldn’t understand couldn’t ruin everything, and you and Seokjin were fine like this. It was easy to ignore if you got to hang out with him like this regularly. If you got to joke with him and talk with him and touch him… It was easy to ignore when you had everything right in front of your eyes. Blissfully ignorant to the warmth in your chest every time you saw him. Blissfully ignorant to the pounding of your heart every time you felt his fingertips on your skin. You guessed your mind was helping your heart not get fucked over again. Or maybe you were just plain dumb…
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“I think I’m all vampire love angst-ed out for tonight,” Seokjin yawned, letting his head fall back on your couch.
You agreed. Binging a series was all well and good but soon enough you lost concentration. “I can find something else?” You suggested, getting ready to scroll through the homepage as you moved your legs from his lap to curl them under you.
Immediately he reached for one of your feet, massaging it absentmindedly. Maybe past you would have teased him for having a secret foot fetish but you didn’t dare to ruin it tonight. You were positive he didn’t even realise he was doing it which made it feel even better. It was such a natural, affectionate thing and you didn’t want to point it out in case he stopped. There you went again… New label: affection whore.
“I don’t think I can concentrate on anything else,” he chuckled groggily. “We ploughed through seven episodes. It’s nearly 2am.”
“Mhm.” You agreed, letting your head fall back too. You both looked over at one another. His hair was getting longer again, falling in his eyes. “I’m not tired though.”
He smiled. “You aren’t?” Smiled harder when you shook your head adamantly. Sleep meant Seokjin would go home, and these days you didn’t want that at all. “Want me to stay for a little longer then?”
You tried to play it cool, lifting your head straight as you nodded at his gentle voiced suggestion. “If you want.” Inside you were ecstatic.
He sat up straight too, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Yeah, I can do it. Don’t have class until 3.” You felt guilty. Maybe he didn’t even want to stay any longer, but now his hand was wrapped around the top of your knee, his body leaning into you and it felt so good you stopped worrying. “Aw. How cute.” He cooed, and it took you a moment to understand what he was on about, looking in the direction of his cellphone.
“Why are you scrolling through my IG?!” You exclaimed immediately, seeing a picture of eight-year-old you on the screen when #tbt was still a thing… Was it still a thing…?
“It’s funny,” he shrugged.
“It’s embarrassing.”
You had to watch him scroll through your entire feed, picking on random pictures to laugh at. For some reason you found yourself a little nervous. No need to be, there was nothing incriminating on there. In fact, you never really used the app, didn’t have many photos on there. Especially now that you’d already deleted a handful that contained Yoongi. You’d taken the plunge to delete the memories a while back, feeling more positive about it. They were only pictures.
“What is this?” Seokjin laughed, tilting the screen your way.
He was greatly amused by your silly display in the image, Yumi pretending to strangle you with her own hair in some stranger’s grubby kitchen. “Oh god.” You groaned. For two reasons. 1. The face you were pulling was really embarrassing, and 2. That was the night that changed everything. Because of that night, you were here right now. “That’s the night me and you first…y’know…” You didn’t know why you were telling him that. He had no clue, and it was best not to rake up the past, but for some reason it felt like you needed to say it.
“Really?” He asked, eyes widening as the shock formed on his face. He flipped the screen his way again, looking over the picture with a small smile.
He looked almost wistful. It made something in your stomach tighten. You needed to ignore it, forcing your voice to sound offended when you spoke next. “You can’t remember what I was wearing?!”
His eyes widened yet again, his mouth downturning comically. For some reason he’d missed your sarcasm. “How the hell am I supposed to remember that?”
“Just teasing,” you giggled, giving him a nudge with your elbow. He relaxed, shaking his head to himself, and you stayed there, nestled by his side.
“Damn.” He mused. “That seems like a life time ago now but it’s not really.”
You nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing. “Nearly a year.” It had seemed a long time ago once upon a time, now, not at all. So much had happened between then and now, but then, not really… After all, you were still here with him. Just differently now.
Silence seemed to blanket over you, as if you were both mulling the past over. A part of you was itching to know what he was thinking – if he was at all, but another part of you began to get a little uncomfortable at the unspoken. It was like that lately. As if you wanted him to tell you something. Did he want to tell you something? Or was it all in your head? Sometimes you wanted to tell him things… You just didn’t know what. It was like your brain wouldn’t let you make sense of how your heart was feeling. So like usual, you changed the direction of the conversation.
“Oh. Wait! I have this app you can download if you’re bored.” He looked down at you as if you were mad. As if he could never be bored in your company, or maybe that was you wishful thinking. You shook yourself out of the deluded funk you were under and held out your hand. “Pass.” He dropped his phone in it obediently and you grabbed at his fingers, using his thumb to unlock it. They seemed to stick together for longer than needed before you spoke again and let him slide his hand away. “You know your birth info, right?”
He groaned quietly, head falling back as he eyed you, surprisingly knowing immediately where this was going. “Astrology.”
“Come on, it’s fun,” you insisted, opening the app store up to begin typing. “You make an account and add your friends. It tells you how compatible you are with them.”
He watched you as if you’d lost it. His voice matched. “You know things like that aren’t really true, right? The stars don’t control our personality traits. Life and choices do.”
You rolled your eyes. “That’s such a Sag thing to say.”
That seemed to make him change his tune. He sounded positively offended when he spoke next. “Excuse me. Don’t use my Sagittarius status against me.”
“If you’re so proud of it, you believe in it.”
It was his turn to roll his eyes, scoffing. “I don’t even know what it means. Please enlighten me, oh holy one.”
That silenced you. To be honest you didn’t know much about astrology either. You were a simple human that got excited over even simpler things. Having to listen to Lina blabber on and on about natal charts and houses and planets, and whatever else there was, while you just liked finding out if you were compatible with people… It wasn’t that serious. “I don’t know,” you mumbled lamely, much to Seokjin’s glee. He looked so smug he’d shut you up, you felt the urge to do the same to him pretty much jump out of you.
“Apparently Sags are free spirited. Don’t really do commitment. Figures.”
Those were honestly some of the most generic things you could have chosen, bound to get you beat by your own best friend, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and it seemed to do the trick regarding Seokjin anyway. Or, surprisingly, it worked a little too well. He sounded genuinely taken back. “Wow. Okay, that is a harmful stereotype. I can do commitment.”
Pretty sure he was joking, but also the last statement making you a little confused, if not just by the way his voice turned all high pitched, you continued to tease him. “Okay, Kim Seokjin who has never had a girlfriend in his life.”
He looked a little speechless at that, expression frozen as his mouth hung open. “That means nothing. So what if I’ve never been in a relationship before, I’m still a faithful person.”
You eyed him sceptically, semi aware you were pretty much bickering now. Bickering about astrology. Well, you’d wanted a diversion… “But you have nothing to base it on.” Committedly staying faithful to a fuck buddy wasn’t exactly the type of commitment you were on about, and even then, he hadn’t technically done that… Fuck. You thought of Sohee instantly. It was stupid, you’d already been through all that and it really was no big deal, but it still seemed to pop up in your mind. You said nothing of what you thought though, thankfully, and Seokjin was shaking his head to himself, not listening anymore anyway. “Astrology is bullshit. I’m sticking with it.”
You welcomed the break in conversation direction, but seemed to steer it in an even awkwarder one, because well, you were you. “Not all the time. Lina made a fake account for Yoongi and we really didn’t match well on most things.”
He sniggered. If a noise could both sound amused and condescending in one go, it was that one. “You really need astrology to tell you that?”
That silenced you. Maybe it was his tone, or maybe just what he said, but it made you feel a little stupid. Like possibly Yoongi and you had never really been right for one another and you’d just been deluded the whole time you’d dated. But also, what, Seokjin thought that the whole time too? He just watched you up and leave and attempt to have a relationship with Yoongi? Was he laughing behind your back this entire time?
“Okay. What do I need to do?”
Or maybe you were just too sensitive. There was no malice in his words, and there was no need to get so uptight about everything. He was smiling your way as he took his phone back and waited for your reply. He was going to use the damn app like you’d wanted him to.
You grinned triumphantly, happy he was complying finally, and shuffled back closer to him. Apparently the slight squabble had created some unnoticed distance. “Birthday. Place of birth. Oh,” you suddenly remembered. “Birth time… Do you know it?”
He looked at you through his bangs. “No. It’s not like I was mentally aware at barely minutes old.”
His sarcasm annoyed you and narrowing your eyes you pushed at his shoulder. “Ask your mom.”
“I am not going to get a reply at 2 in the morning.”
Oh. That was right… It was late. You’d forgotten. With Seokjin time seemed to pass you by alarmingly fast. You swore your bedtime used to be at a reasonable hour before this friendship happened.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, mistaking your expression. “I think I have an idea. It might be wrong though. What if one mistake tells us we’re mortal enemies?” You whacked his shoulder again and he hunched them, protecting himself as he typed in his info. “Okay, now what?” He asked when he was done and the screen loaded.
“That’s your natal chart.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
You ignored him in favour of snatching his phone to scroll through. Once again pretty much clueless to it all but able to find remarks anyway. “Ouch. Aries moon.”
“What’s that face for?” He practically worried, noticing your grimace.
You shrugged. “Not really a fan of Aries.”
“Hey.”
“You can’t be offended. You don’t believe, remember?” You shot playfully.
“Hmm,” he grumbled. “Doesn’t seem you like Sagittarius either…” God. Was he really upset over this? You fought the urge to call him cute. He probably wouldn’t appreciate it. Either that or wouldn’t let you live it down. “What do I do now? How can I find out if we’re compatible or not?”
“Add me.” You did just that for him, searching your username before passing his phone back to him and grabbing your own to accept his request. That’s when you got distracted, scrolling through your account instead to read your long-awaited compatibility. Seokjin’s phone held forgotten in his hand as he waited for your reactions. “Oh,” was all you gave him.
“What? Huh?” He sounded worried again. It wasn’t like it was a bad oh. Far from it in fact. But it was more of a shocked oh. This was much better than you’d had with anyone else. Much better than Lina. Much, much, much better than Yoongi… It wasn’t like you hadn’t been expecting it, but really it was just astrology… You know you’d fought Seokjin on the matter not ten minutes previous, but he did have a point… It wasn’t that serious… So why were you so happy right now? You were ecstatic over a damn astrology app because it told you that you got along well… Lame.
“Lemme see,” he whined, totally discarding his phone to grab yours instead. You let him, still a little lost in your own head, buzzing over nothing, and he scrolled dumbly. “We have a lot of smiley faces, is that good?”
There was a beat of silence, having to force yourself to make normal conversation again. “Yeah,” you smiled, leaning in to point at the screen. “We only have one conflicting aspect. Philosophies in life. That’s fine.” Seokjin seemed impressed, only you knew he secretly wasn’t having an internal breakdown over it like you. Your insides felt funny. No matter what you guys did, something always seemed to trigger your body into acting weird. Maybe astrological compatibility was a bad move. You were dumb.
“Sex and aggression? What?” He muttered to himself, reading the headings of each section in bemusement. The next thing you knew, he was grinning smugly at you. You waited in confusion. “Hello. It’s telling me our sexual chemistry is off the charts.”
“It is not,” you insisted, astonished he’d even say that out loud to you. Yes, there were times you skirted around your hook ups – the gym leggings always came to mind, when he basically admitted he’d checked out your ass – but as an unspoken rule, you didn’t speak about your past. Hell, you didn’t even speak much about sex in general. It wasn’t awkward, it seemed to work well, but now… Well, you’d done this to yourself, hadn’t you? Stupid fucking app…
Seokjin cocked an eyebrow. “What it wasn’t off the charts?” You went to reply no, that wasn’t what you meant, but stopped yourself. That would just make things worse, and by the look of the smirk on his face he wasn’t done teasing you anyway. He wiped it away and regarded you seriously. “Please don’t tell me you were faking it the whole time.”
“Eww,” you couldn’t help but exclaim, dragging the syllable out. Ahhh. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You could already feel your cheeks burning. The natural reaction to anything to do with sex and Seokjin these days. He picked up on it straight away.
“Don’t go red,” he grinned. “I know I was the best fuck you ever had. This app basically confirms it.”
“Oh, my god.” That’s all you could manage. Safe for wanting the ground to open up and swallow you and the couch, it’s all you could do. Those words had actually left his mouth, and now you were fucked. You’d be thinking about them for a long time. You shouldn’t be thinking of things like that when it came to friends. You tried to take a few hidden slow breaths, attempting to cool the scorching of your cheeks and sound normal when you spoke again. “Do you always have to speak about sex?”
Teasing on teasing, it was the best way to go. Just ignore everything else, like the reality of the situation and hide.
He answered, that shit eating grin still on his face. “Lies. I haven’t spoken about sex with you since we became friends.” Why did he say it like that, like he had it in quotations? You’d fucked up with this one, you should’ve just stuck to watching Vampire Diaries.
“You get all uptight and red. Look like you’re going to explode,” he continued, nudging you with his shoulder. You shook your head, refusing to look at his face now. “Like now,” he laughed. You’d proved his point beautifully, because yes, your head was about 0.5 seconds away from blowing right off your shoulders from pure panic and awkwardness. However, not only that, but you also had the awful sinking feeling you get when you knew you couldn’t hide from something anymore. It wasn’t really him you were hiding from, but yourself…
“What changed? You never used to get this embarrassed when I was—
“Stop right there,” you warned, jerking your head up to point at him, positive you’d keel over if he finished his sentence. That, or jump him. Your face was hot, yes, but so was your body. Between your legs was beginning to get that familiar glow. You couldn’t help it. The air had seemed to turn hot, stuffy, and despite your awkwardness over the conversation you were still very much sat tight to him, body curled in his direction. There was the whole of the couch but you two were crammed in one seat – like you had been all night.
“Okay,” he surrendered, hands up, resting his head against the cushions again, before a little smirk spread its way across his face. “This app just obviously knows what it’s talking about.”
You groaned instantly, defeated, turning to press your forehead into the back of the couch too. “I can’t with you.” You couldn’t do this. Make eye contact, have a conversation that was tiptoeing around edges you didn’t want to acknowledge. You were flustered, awkward, and something told you Seokjin was loving it. He loved having this effect on you.
“Really? Then tell me why you had sex with me way over a hundred times?”
“YOU KEPT COUNT?!” That did it. You were so momentarily shocked, head bursting up to stare at him, the awkwardness was gone, distracted away.
“No,” he replied, smiling almost sheepishly but still sounding unfazed. “It’s a guesstimate.”
“A guesstimate?” You repeated, unable to stop yourself from laughing. He liked that, laughing too as he poked your knees with his fingers absentmindedly. “Seokjin, do you keep a little black book? A tally chart?” You teased, voice low.
“No,” he insisted. “I’m just saying, we were hooking up for over four months. Now, not that we had sex every single day of those four months, because we didn’t. My dick would’ve fallen off, but there were times when you wanted me to fuck you multiple times in one night—”
You couldn’t help but interrupt him, scoffing in disbelief. “I wanted you to? More like you wanted to.” This was dangerous territory. You were enjoying yourself a little too much, forgetting yourself… Forgetting what you were so worried about.
He stared at you, sarcasm loud and clear. “Okay. Keep believing that.” He pulled his hand up to scratch at his forehead and it took you a moment to realise at some point you’d latched onto it. “But anyway.” He continued, “say there’s 30 days in one month. Multiply that by four and you get 120. I’m actually being very lenient. We definitely fucked more than a hundred times.”
“Oh my fucking god, you’re such a nerd,” you groaned. Your face still felt hot but the embarrassment had gone for the most part. No, it was something else… He was still a nerd though. An inaccurate nerd, but one nonetheless.
“It’s simple math.” He shrugged, seemingly unbothered as he went back to scrolling through the phone to continue reading. You watched him, hoping he couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating in your chest. The adrenaline was pumping through your veins scarily fast. For what?
“Our way of loving is very compatible,” he nodded to himself, sounding like some sort of professor making sense of his findings.
You whined. “Quit concentrating on the sex.” Did he want you to start remembering back? That wasn’t a good idea, nor was it a good idea for the batteries in your vibrator. The thought almost made you cringe. You were twisted. Sick and twisted. Hope Seokjin was happy with himself.
“I’m not! It keeps coming up!” He enraged, huffing softly to himself as he began to read again. You smiled. “Okay. How about this?” Obviously he’d been searching for something else. Something more substantial. “The way we grow and dream are aligned. That’s deep.”
You smiled harder. “I thought you didn’t believe in astrology.”
He upturned a shoulder. “I don’t. It’s just funny how they know our hook ups were pretty amazing.”
“Seokjin!” You hit his chest. This wasn’t fair.
“You’ve turned red again.”
“No wonder.” However, it wasn’t due to any type of mortification like he probably thought. You were just very…uncomfortable, if that made sense. There was no longer a glow between your legs, but a burn. “Stop. What is with you tonight?” You whined. “You’re tired. You’re talking without a filter.”
It probably wasn’t that. Usually careful, like you’d said, tonight was different. Very different. Similar to how you used to act when you were having sex with one another. What had gotten into him, and why did it feel like you were getting your hopes up? You were slightly nervous. Slightly scared. Slightly excited. Hopeful...
“Nah.” He shook his head casually. “The app is just inflating my ego.”
That was it. You threw your hands at him again, pushing at his chest in a bid to shut him up once and for all. He couldn’t just tease you and get away with it. It was grossly unfair. You were sensitive. Somewhere was sensitive to this kind of behaviour. Always had been.
“Stop hitting me,” he yelled, indignant and dramatic, making you laugh.
He grabbed a hold of your hands, stopping you from doing anymore damage to his precious body, but when you fought back he pushed you down, squashing you into the arm of the couch. Defenceless and at his mercy as he began tickling under your arms. You stammered his name, unable to do much else between the gasps of breath and high-pitched giggling, but he didn’t relent, leaning into you as he laughed along, sofa beginning to squeak under the avid movement, ticking whatever he could reach now.
“J-Jin, stop—STOP,” you managed to finally shriek, trying your best to wriggle away from him. You stopped trying to fight his fingers in favour of going for something more sensitive. His nipples. In your defence, you were being attacked. You pinched one of them, missing the other while roaring, “You know I’m ticklish!!”
“Hey. Woah. W-woah,” he panicked, easing up immediately but still lightly tickling your sides. “Not the nipples. You’ll make them bleed.”
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky I didn’t go for your dick.”
“Lucky?” He eyed you. “I don’t know if I’d call it that.”
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, his words ringing in your ears. There was really only one way you could take that, right? Dangerous territory back, however with the whole impromptu tickle fight, did it ever go away? This was just worse because he was basically on top of you. There was nowhere to escape – thoughts included.
“You need to be stopped,” you warned, but there was a grin on your face as you spoke. The flirtation went both ways. You hoped he realised that, caught on.
He pulled his hands back. It took you a moment to realise he’d stopped tickling you a while ago. “I can’t help it. I like hearing you laugh,” he said, smiling as he moved to sit properly again. He grabbed your hand to help you up too. You took it gladly, gripping it like you wanted him to know you didn’t want to let go. “I like seeing you happy.” He continued. God. What was he doing? You watched him tilt his head, looking you right in the eyes. “Do I make you happy?”
You couldn’t fight your grin any longer, shaking your head a little in disbelief. It was both ways and he did realise. “I think you know the answer to that.”
Your eyes locked for a moment, and you were almost begging him to just say something else, do something else, but the slight masochistic part of you loved the waiting, the unknown, the longing… It was like some sort of competition between the two of you. To see who could go the longest, tease the hardest, until one of you blew and gave in… Or maybe you were both just too nervous and scared and this was the only bit of relief you could get… Shameless flirting that got you embarrassingly flustered…
Seokjin wasn’t going to burst tonight. He let go of your hand to pick up his phone, knowing you were still watching him as he smiled. “I’m sure some type of something will tell me that on this stupid app.” It took you a moment to catch what he was referring to. Words slipping through your mind and out of your ears as quickly as they sounded. Yes, that fucker made you happy and didn’t he know it. You stretched your legs out across his lap.
“When’s the last time you went to a party?”
You furrowed your eyebrows at his random question. Just like that your previous conversation was over, or just dormant until the next time it was brought up, which probably wouldn’t be a long wait. You shrugged. “Yonks ago. You know how much I hate them.” You wouldn’t say it out loud in fear of making the moment awkward, but the last two parties you’d attended weren’t very high up on your fond memories list…
“Brian’s having one at his parents’ this weekend. They’re out of town. Come along.”
He sounded so casual you wouldn’t think he’d been practically on top of you tickling the life out of you not five minutes previous. Flirting with you shamelessly, basically insinuating he wanted you to touch his dick. Fuck. There it was. Thoughts slipping into your brain. You hoped he knew how infuriating he was sometimes. “I don’t know, I don’t know him that well,” was what you replied. You could do casual too. Even if your voice was slightly shaky. The tickling or something else, who knew…
“He said I could ask you.” Seokjin shook your knee encouragingly, like he was softly urging you to say yes. “It’s not a big party, nothing too crazy. He said you can invite Lina too, her boyfriend.” He paused to shrug. “If you don’t want to come alone or with me.”
You snickered. “I don’t want to cramp your style.”
“I thought we both agreed I don’t have style.”
That just made you laugh harder, pressing the pads of your fingers into the veins of his hand. He didn’t seem to mind. He really wanted you to come, huh? But you needed to hear him say it himself… “Do you want me to come?”
He glanced at you, matter of fact as he replied. “I think you know the answer to that.”
And just like that, not even two minutes later, you were back where you always ended up…
In circles.
“Christ. I’m going to have to cut the sexual tension with a knife soon.”
You turned to Lina, slumped and looking painfully held against her will on the couch next to you. You couldn’t tell if the party was shit or if it was something else, considering what she’d just commented. “What do you mean?”
Her eyes widened, unable to believe you were actually that clueless. (You weren’t.) “You and him,” she paused to shoot a look over at Seokjin drinking in the doorway of Brian’s lounge. “You’ve been eyeballing one another all night.” She wasn’t bothering to whisper and you panicked, whacking her elbow. “He can’t hear us,” she exclaimed. She was correct. The music was so loud you bet there’d be a noise complaint soon enough. Brian lived in a nice part of town…
It was so loud you managed to successfully evade her remarks. Not that she was really looking for an answer. If she was sensing tension, you were drowning in it… You were hoping it wasn’t that obvious... Maybe it was worse than you thought… These last few days had been a little weird. You’d finally managed to acknowledge that something was going on between Jin and you. It wasn’t just friendship, and you were nearly 100% certain he felt the same. You just didn’t know what it was you both felt, and you didn’t want to know just yet. There was plenty of time for that. Or so you thought. You’d made the decision to just wait and see how things naturally progressed, wanting to enjoy whatever the hell was happening between you two as it evolved. Only, it seemed to be evolving at a much faster pace than you’d expected. Tonight just proved that.
You hadn’t seen him for near five days. Work and college were kicking both your asses, along with other friendship commitments, because apparently no one ever saw you anymore since Seokjin had arrived back on the scene… (Lina’s words.) You thought you’d be fine. You knew you were seeing him tonight, and you had been fine. Perfectly fine until you’d walked through Brian’s door and seen Seokjin in the kitchen knocking back a beer. Your first thought was how you’d been able to bear hanging around with him at such a close proximity when he was just so goddamn hot?! Dressed in all black, hair parted so that dangerous forehead of his was on show... You were made of steel. But not anymore… Your knees felt weak as he spotted you and raised his glass, winking playfully. That was Lina’s first groan of the night. By now you were twenty something deep and she’d totally gotten the message…
You wanted Seokjin. The thought had never been so clear. It wasn’t this clear when you were hooking up all those months ago and it wasn’t this clear when you were masturbating in your bed trying to fool yourself you were just sexually frustrated. It wasn’t even this clear four nights ago when you were lying in bed not an hour after the tickle attack coming up with the facts after Seokjin had left.
The facts were you’d fallen for him. You didn’t know when, but it was obviously somewhere down the line of your new friendship. You didn’t even want to think when. It was all too confusing, and you had much better things to think about. Like how warm his hands were and how hard his body was. How cute his laugh sounded and how soft you remembered his lips to be… You couldn’t even think about what that all meant. For you, for him, for… Nevermind. You didn’t want to think tonight. That could come at a later date. You were sick of thinking. You just wanted to feel.
You hadn’t felt like this in forever. You wondered if you’d ever felt like this? The excitement was similar to how it used to be months ago, when you and Seokjin were hooking up and you’d see one another at a party or out clubbing, but it had never been this intense. You felt giddy all night. It was pretty embarrassing, especially with Lina as your witness. But you couldn’t care, not when it seemed like Seokjin was feeling the same vibes. It was funny, like you were both playing a little game. You hadn’t even spoken in person all night, the stolen glances and little text messages seemed a better idea. Maybe there was some shyness involved too, or maybe Seokjin was still a little scared of Lina… Either way, you fooled around like that all night. You still kept rereading the first messages of the night in between smiles and now longing glances… You were actually taking another look when Lina had finally stated the apparent.
Seokjin Hey : ) You look really pretty tonight Not that you don’t always
“Are you going to speak to him at all, or?” She prodded after a few more minutes, catching another smile your way. Seokjin noticed too and quickly looked away, probably afraid Lina would have his guts for garters if he stared long enough.
You couldn’t help but giggle at him, replying at the same time. “He hasn’t come over.” Not that you were bothered. She knew that too.
“Oh for fuck sake,” she groaned. “You’re enjoying this. I feel dirty. Like I’m watching in on something I shouldn’t.”
You shrugged her off. She was miserable because Mr. Perfect Park Jimin couldn’t make it, too busy studying for a Monday morning test… You were surprised however, when she stood up to leave. “Friends my ass. I’m getting a drink.”
“Don’t be like that,” you whined. But also you were needy, you didn’t want to be alone in the middle of a party.
She ignored you, leaning in to actually speak quieter this time. “Make a move or I’ll start hating him again.” You looked up at her with wide eyes, not quite believing your ears. Was this the voice of all reason? But maybe more importantly, was this Lina’s very own blessing?
Her parting line before she flounced off left you sat there nonplussed. “Now I know why you care so much about my opinion on him.”
You looked over at the doorway again. Seokjin was joking around with Hoseok and you took the time to really study him. Had the sight of just his face always made you this breathless? The way his cheeks rounded when he smiled, the ways his eyes crinkled… Even his ears were cute. Since when had his mere existence turned your life upside down and why were you only now realising it?
It was like you were seeing clearly for the first time. Kinda like putting on your glasses in the morning and everything comes into focus. You could see again. No, you could finally see. Seokjin. It was him. It wasn’t just some sexual attraction you shared, a sexual connection. It wasn’t that small, that petty… It was more than that. You wanted it to be more than that. You needed it to be more, and you needed him to feel the same…
You looked towards where Lina had disappeared. She saw it too. Make a move. That what she’d said, but you were scared. You were always scared. You’d gotten hurt so many times before. However… However, Seokjin was different. He wasn’t like the rest. He was Seokjin. The guy who knew you better than anyone. The one who had been there for you when you’d needed someone, helped you without asking…
Make a move.
You should make a move. You didn’t want to play games anymore. You couldn’t wait any longer.
The buzz of your phone caught your attention. You opened the messages quickly.
Seokjin Look at me again ;( I miss you It’s been days since I last saw you
You kept missing one another. You’d just been staring at him for the past couple of minutes and as soon as you’d looked away, he was looking back… It felt like it captured something else. How you’d both been all this time…
You looked up to meet his eyes. He gave you the warmest smile. One that felt like he hadn’t seen you in weeks even though he’d been in the same building as you all night. It made the tugging in your chest more apparent than ever before. The yearning now finally making sense. It was for him, and he was looking at you as if you were the only person in this way, way too fancy house.
You looked away quickly, unsure if you even smiled back at him. Your heart was thudding against your ribcage, mind racing, and you really needed something. Water? Fresh air? No, something else…
You i can’t look at you again tonight
Seokjin How come?
Seokjin replied immediately. Poor guy, he was probably confused by your peculiar behaviour. Not that you had much time to recognise that. You were too busy typing again. You knew what you needed.
You because i’ll want to kiss you
And with that, you were gone. Darting out the opposite doorway. Brian’s house was massive, and you were pretty sure no one was allowed upstairs but you bolted up there anyway, the music getting quieter as you made it further. Your cellphone burnt in your palm, reminding you of your own stupidity, but soon enough it was vibrating again. You dreaded to look but knew you had to.
Seokjin Wait Where did you go ????
You made it down the hall, flicking on a light to see all the doors were closed. You tried your luck at opening one. It was locked, probably his parents’ bedroom, so you tried another. That led to a bathroom, and while it would do, you didn’t really feel like having a breakdown in there, you know, being at a party and all. You weren’t even drunk. The third door you tried was thankfully unlocked. A bedroom. Not Brian’s. Too florally. You sat on the bed, door ajar, letting some light in as you text Seokjin back with shaky fingers.
You upstairs i’m embarrassed 🤧
He replied instantly. He’d definitely been waiting. It made you feel better.
Seokjin Don’t be Can I follow you?
You please i’m in the bedroom with the door half open
You replied without much thought. Yes, you were embarrassed but you really wanted to see him. To speak to him. To kiss him. You really wanted that. How had you been able to suppress it for so long?
You stood up to wait for him, unable to keep still and awkwardly stared facing the door, heart still thudding loudly in your chest. You could hear it echoing through your ears. He wasn’t long. He burst through the door like there was a fire but stopped in his tracks when he saw you stood there. Waiting for him.
He smiled softly but his eyes stayed afraid to blink. “Hey.”
“Hey.” You smiled back. Your first words of the night. They were enough.
“What’s going on—”
Your mouth was on his before he could finish. You didn’t even remember breaking the distance between you two, but there you were, pressing your lips into the curve of his. They were just as soft as you remembered. Softer. But as soon as you’d had the feel he was pulling away, hooking under your elbows to part you both, looking bewildered. “Wait, you’re really kissing me?”
You heart fell into your gut, opening your mouth to apologise. Maybe you’d misread everything. Maybe he didn’t want you. Maybe he’d followed you to let you down gently like the fool you were… However as soon as the panicked thoughts had entered your mind he was kissing them away, laughing in disbelief as he moulded into you, wrapping his arms around your middle.
You met each flurry of his mouth, small kisses in quick succession, like you were both too afraid to break away for too long and you flung your arms around his shoulders, locking him to you. “Is that okay?” You whispered between hot presses, which was very pointless now seeing as he’d made the second move.
He chuckled. “It’s more than okay.”
And that was that. You didn’t need anymore insisting or persuading. Seokjin wanted to kiss you too, and that’s what you let him do. You wanted to think more. Like about how this wasn’t the best place to share such a moment. In a bedroom you weren’t allowed in. At a party for god’s sakes. Yet, perhaps it was fitting. That first night you’d spent together was at a party. It was a stupid idea at the time, something you thought you’d regret, but nope, you didn’t regret a thing. No, this moment right here was pretty perfect. More than pretty perfect. It was perfect. It really was.
Just like him. You didn’t know when Kim Seokjin had become the one you were looking for. He probably always was, you’d just been stupid. Oblivious. Blind. These past couple of months had really opened your eyes. You’d let him into your heart. Your heart that you’d been sure wasn’t working properly. Turns out there was nothing wrong with it. It just thrummed to Seokjin’s smile. Seokjin’s laugh. Seokjin’s voice. You found the way he twitched his nose without realising cute. Couldn’t stop thinking about how adorable his serious face was. Remembered how surprised you were when you found out he actually had a pretty good singing voice and how after that you’d tried your best into tricking and baiting him to sing for you… It never worked.
You laughed at the memory. Seokjin had no clue what you were so amused by, but he laughed along too. Sounding so genuinely happy it just made you laugh harder. You were lost again. Your thoughts would have to go on pause. Just for a bit. So you could enjoy this fully. This was what you’d been missing. It was crystal clear. Everything you’d been searching for. It was Seokjin. You were slow, months late, but it was him.
The warmth of his tongue glided across your bottom lip, ever so gently trying to seek entrance into the warmth of your mouth. You gave it to him gladly, tasting him eagerly. The familiarity seeped through your veins, your mind almost in a dreamlike state as you moved together. Things were just how you left them. He still felt the same under your fingertips and tasted the same against your tongue. Only tonight there was a little difference. In the way he moved. In the way he treated you. There was something more. Something that had been missing in the past. Something you’d both never thought about.
He moved you, walking backwards with you still cradled in his arms as he slowly began shutting the door with his back. He flipped you then, so that you took his place and he gently pushed you back until the door clicked. That blanketed you both in darkness, but you didn’t care. If anything he kissed you harder, hands running down your waist and digging into your hips as yours explored the broadness of his shoulders and length of his back. You could taste the slightest hint of beer too, but unlike in the past when you’d whined and pulled a face, you welcomed it. He matched each sweet sigh you gave him with his own low moan.
However soon enough the deeper the kiss got, the more overwhelmed you became, each curl of his tongue taking the breath from right within your chest, so you were not disappointed or desperate when he slowed down, returning to kissing you in small, quick successions. His breathing ragged, his eyes unfocused as he fluttered them open to find you staring back at him.
“Seokjin,” you murmured, clinging to him to now, fingertips pressing into his shoulder blades. You wanted to say more. You had a lot to tell him, but you were dizzy and the words wouldn’t come. God. You had so much to say.
“I’m here,” he smiled, rubbing your noses together. As if understanding completely and reassuring you. He kissed at your mouth a few more times but it was no where near as urgent as before. All your pent-up frustration had evaporated and in its place was just the urge to keep on feeling things softly. Feeling things gently.
He held your hips, keeping you close to him, and maybe he could read the look in your eyes. It matched his. “Sh-should we be doing this right now?” His voice was fragile. Still affected but also nervous. “Maybe we should slow down. Catch a breath.” He stroked up and down your sides as he continued.
You let the comfort of his warm breath against your face wash over you and nodded slowly.
“Sorry,” you apologised, although unneeded. “I do want this though.”
He smiled again. “I want this too.” A kiss to the tip of your nose this time as you let out a soft exhale. You were too happy for words. Nervous, yes. Uncertain, you bet. However you hadn’t felt this contented in a long while. If ever. This relieved. It wasn’t a dream. Seokjin and you were on the same page.
“Let’s wait until tomorrow?” He asked carefully. This was new to you both and you needed to make sure nothing was rushed nor ignored. “We can talk properly and work out what’s going on with us, hm?”
You nodded again, lips sticky and warm as you tugged your bottom one between your teeth. “That sounds good.”
He hugged you in response. A proper hug. One you’d been in need of for a while. You just hadn’t realised until his arms were wrapped tightly around your body, pressing you into his. You closed your eyes and inhaled his scent.
“It does,” he agreed.
Written 2019-20. Reworked/Edited 2020 Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020
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Two Lies and a Truth
Wordcount: 1,600+
Tags: Roceit, Intruality, Secret Relationship, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Allusions to Sex, SFW
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23386231
Deceit pressed Roman up against the nearest wall in the empty mindscape hallway and then hungrily captured Roman’s lips in a possessive kiss.
Roman responded enthusiastically, willingly opening his mouth when Deceit’s forked tongue sought entry against his lips. In the middle of their heated kiss, Deceit slotted his thigh in between Roman’s, drawing a moan from the other Side.
Deciding he liked that noise, Deceit disconnected their lips and pulled Roman’s collar out of the way just enough to start sucking and nibbling at Roman’s neck.
He was rewarded with another delicious moan, and Roman shifting his hips in a desperate attempt to get some friction. Deceit smirked and mouthed at a spot right behind Roman’s ear that caused the other to whine, a high pitched, needy noise.
“I- ah! I want to- mn… Tell the others.”
Deceit pulled back immediately, drawing another whine from Roman.
“Yes, we can absolutely tell the others.”
Roman’s eyes opened and he stared at Deceit.
“Why not? We’re in love, why would they be unhappy for us?”
“We’re not just having sex, Roman.”
That was a lie. Deceit was madly in love with Roman. But, Roman didn’t know that. Roman had just confessed one day and Deceit had kissed him without saying anything.
Their sexual relationship had blossomed from there. Roman kept trying to take Deceit on dates, but he’d made up excuse after excuse, going so far as to insist they keep their trysts secret from all the other sides.
“Is- is that all you think this is?” Roman was looking at him with so much hurt in his eyes that Deceit almost told the truth.
“Obviously”
Roman frowned and turned away. “I guess I was wrong about you. I thought you had more in you than villainy. If you don’t have a good reason why we shouldn’t tell the others, we should call this off.”
“Patton wouldn’t like a Dark Side dating a Light Side.”
That entire sentence was a lie. Deceit didn’t know what Patton would think.
“That’s… Not good enough for me. I guess you really were just in it for the sex. I’m tired of being your dirty little secret. We’re through.”
Deceit didn’t say anything, and Roman began to walk away. His posture was so defeated that Deceit almost reached out, but… What good would that do? He’d just ruined the best thing he’d ever had.
Feeling tears begin to fall down his cheeks, he snapped them away with a lie.
He was fine.
He didn’t notice the green door at the end of the hall click shut.
~~
“Patty! Pit-a-Patton! I need your help!”
Look. Remus didn’t care that Deceit and his brother were fucking. It was none of his beeswax. He did, however, care that they broke up. Loudly. In front of his salad.
Also Roman and Deedee were crying and nobody made them cry but him, not even each other.
So! He had a plan! Deedee was afraid that Patton wouldn’t like their relationship, so he just had to get Patton to pretend to be fucking him and then Roro and Deedee would get back together and be happy! Boom. Awesome plan.
Plus the bonus of flirting with Patton. Talk about daddy.
“Sure, kiddo! What’s up?”
“We need to pretend like we’re fucking.”
Patton’s pretty little mouth dropped open, and he also dropped his half-eaten cookie. Remus caught it before it hit the floor and offered it back to the other Side.
“See, Roro and Deedee are fucking, well, they were, but Deedee thought you wouldn’t like it so I thought if they thought we were together they would get back together and be happy!”
Patton blinked, but didn’t say anything. Remus blinked back. Slowly! Like a cat! And then he remembered.
“Right! Magic words! Please, daddy?”
The other Side gulped, took his cookie back with a trembling hand, and nodded once.
Boom! Remus had the best ideas.
He heard another Side come into the kitchen and grinned. Showtime. He leaned down and pecked the unresponsive Patton on the lips.
“Thanks, daddy!”
“S-sure thing, kiddo.”
Remus winked at Virgil, who was staring at the two of them, walked past Patton just far enough to give a little patpat to his butt, and then sunk out.
He was never washing that hand again. Patton’s butt was a thing of fantasy.
~~
Patton cornered him the next day.
“So. How- how do we do this?”
Remus heard footsteps again, coming closer to the two of them.
“Easy! We just get close,” he backed Patton into the wall, bracing an arm over the other Side’s head. “And stay there.”
Patton made an aborted squeaking noise as Remus leaned down to kiss him. He noticed that Patton tasted like hot cocoa and cookies.
“Patton? Remus?”
Remus pulled away and licked his lips, noting the dark blush on Patton’s face, before turning to Logan.
And Roman. Ha!
“What are you doing?”
“Fucking! Right, daddy?”
“Language,” Patton squawked.
But he didn’t deny it. In fact, a tentative hand came up and clutched at Remus’ sash.
Logan looked out of sorts, and Roman-
Roman looked furious.
Oops.
“Is this some sort of joke, Remus?”
He shook his head, hoping that Patton wouldn’t say anything.
“Hey!”
Crap.
Patton weaseled his way out in front of Remus, hands on his hips.
“Don’t be mean to Remus! We’re not doing anything wrong!”
Oh. Nice. Great work, daddy.
Patton spun and pulled Remus down into a quick, but bruising, kiss.
“My room later, okay baby?”
Holy fucking shit.
“You got it, daddy!” Did Remus sound as breathless as he felt? Probably.
Patton winked, grabbed his butt, and then walked away, swinging his hips a little. Talk about daddy.
“I suddenly know more about Patton than I needed to know.”
“And he’s all mine.” Remus was in love. Patton was sneaky as hell.
~~
Deceit and Remus were in the middle of a game of Cheater’s Chess when Patton came upon them.
“Ha! Pay up, Deedee! My forces just hired Cthulhu!”
“Remus.”
Deceit watched in fascination as Remus flinched and looked up at Patton.
“Yeeeees, daddy?”
What the fuck.
“I told you to meet me in my room, baby. Are you disobeying daddy?”
“No sir!” Remus shot out of his seat and bolted in the direction of Patton’s room.
“What the fuck.”
“We have a date. Have a good night, Deceit!” Patton turned and followed Remus at a more sedate pace, whistling.
Well. Maybe Deceit could repair the thing with Roman… Maybe he could even be honest about his feelings for once.
He had mainly been worried about how the others would react to their relationship, but if Patton and Remus were a thing, maybe…
Maybe it would be okay.
It would not. Roman wouldn’t even look at him, much less talk to him.
Unbeknownst to Deceit, Patton and Remus studied their every interaction.
~~
“New plan! We gotta set them up on a mushy date!”
“Hmm…” Patton seemed reluctant. Time to pull out the big guns.
“Please, daddy?”
Patton laughed and capitulated.
Remus was in charge of setting up the imagination. So, maybe his trees were a little ominous and the butterflies had skulls on the backs of their wings, but he got a kiss or two out of it anyways.
The other Side was in charge of the picnic, as well as getting Roman to the assigned spot.
Remus had to get Deceit.
~~
“Come on, Deedee! We’re close!”
Deceit climbed the hill behind Remus, grumbling under his breath. He had wanted to spend the day trying to woo Roman back, maybe even take him out on a proper date, but now he was stuck with the wrong half of Creativity.
“Hey look! It’s Roman and daddy!”
Or maybe not. Deceit watched as Remus sprinted down the hill and swept Patton into a kiss, after which they sunk out together, leaving Roman and Deceit staring at each other.
“It seems we weren’t set up.”
Roman looked like he was about to sink out himself, but Deceit rushed down and grabbed his arm.
“Look, there’s not a picnic blanket. Can we… Can we have that date, now?”
“Why? You made your feelings very clear.”
“I- I’m sorry, Roman. I lied to you because I was scared. I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”
Roman didn’t look at him for a long while, and Deceit started resigning himself to a broken heart.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I shouldn’t, but I love you and I want to make this work. So we can try this again. But!”
Uh-oh.
“Do not lie to me again, and we aren’t having sex until we’ve figured this thing out properly.”
Oh, that wasn’t bad. Deceit nodded so quickly he felt like a bobble-head doll, and led Roman over to where the little picnic was set up.
“Do those butterflies have skulls on them?”
Roman laughed.
~~
Boom! Plan worked. Remus grinned at Patton as they watched the two others reconcile. Patton smiled sadly back at him and then sunk out completely.
Frowning, Remus followed, only to find Patton beginning the preparations of stress-baking.
“Something wrong, Pattycake?”
Patton flinched. “No, Remus. Nothing at all.”
“There is! You’re acting weird. Tell me!”
Patton didn’t respond, only kept pulling out ingredients. Fine. One last time. Hopefully it would work even after their ruse paid off.
“Please tell me, daddy?”
The other side growled and pulled Remus down, almost into a kiss.
“I’m in love with you, baby, and it’s going to kill me if you keep calling me that as a joke.” His words were feather-light and oh so tempting against Remus’ lips.
Remus blinked. It had never been a joke to him. He leaned down the short distance it took to connect their lips gently.
After a long while, Patton pulled away first. Remus winked at him salaciously.
“There’s more where that came from, daddy.”
Patton kissed him again.
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Drabble request: Scooby-Doo AU with Arthur, Francine, Alfred, and Maddie. Arthur is the leader and trap maker. Francine is the danger prone damsel in distress. Maddie is the genius who deciphers the clues. Alfred is a food obsessed coward and serves as bait for Arthur’s traps. Their group is known as Mystery Incorporated. They’re teenagers. They drive around in Alfred’s 1960’s panel van, The Mystery Machine, and solve mysteries and unmasking fake monsters. They’re world famous for that.
I’ll be honest. I didn’t watch Scooby-Doo as a kid. I never took an interest in it. I was a Powerpuff Girls and Pokemon child. So, I had to do some research to write this drabble, which is embarrassing to admit. Please don’t judge me. 🤣 I found a transcript of episode 6, season 1, and based this story off of that because I desperately needed a reference to write this (but as you'll see, I changed a lot lol). Also, writing an entire mystery/ghost-busting story in less than 1000 words was impossible. I’m sorry this is terrible lol.
A Ghostly Encounter
Word Count: 1272
“We should be at the Beilschmidt estate any minute now,” Alfred says, making a sudden sharp right turn that jostles the entire Mystery Machine van. “It sure was nice of Ludwig to invite us up here, and man, I hope there’s food because I’m starving!”
Once Arthur has recovered from momentary whiplash, he scowls. “Can you stop thinking about food?!?”
“Sure. I can think about lots of other things, like all the cool stuff we’ll get to do up there like swimming and tennis and eating and more eating,” Alfred rambles as they’re pulling up to the gothic mansion.
It’s a striking structure — large and foreboding against the dark blue evening sky. Once Alfred brings the van to a stop, they crane their necks up at it for a better look. One of the lights in the west wing on the second story suddenly flickers, and an eerie gust of wind rocks the van. A shadowy figure can be seen lurking in the upstairs hallway.
“Yikes!” Alfred shouts. “Something’s not right with this place. It’s giving me the creeps. And who was that up there?”
Madeline climbs out first and adjusts her glasses. “Guess we’ll just have to find out.”
“Are you sure? We could still turn back. I’m not that hungry anymore,” Alfred mumbles, holding his stomach.
Francine gives him an encouraging pat on the back and says, “Oh, don’t be such a coward.”
Ludwig comes out to greet them in the courtyard. He appears a bit unsettled — the purple bags under his eyes suggest he hasn’t been sleeping well. “It’s good to see you all. Thank you for driving up here. I’m afraid you’ve caught the estate at a bad time though...”
“And why’s that?” Alfred asks, nervously shifting from foot to foot.
“Well, my staff and I have been hearing a lot of strange noises recently.”
Alfred grabs Arthur’s arm and squeezes it for safety. “Strange noises?”
“And to make matters worse, my older brother, Gilbert, is now missing.”
Francine frowns. “Gilbert? We saw someone walking around upstairs near the windows. Could that have been him?”
“It might’ve been. We should go check,” Ludwig suggests, and the gang follows him through the maze of doors and corridors leading to various wings of the estate. Alfred, of course, has to be dragged by Arthur the entire way.
When they reach the door to one of the many guestrooms on the second floor, Gilbert suddenly comes bolting out and screams, "GHOST, GHOST! THERE'S A GHOST IN THE MANSION."
Ludwig captures him by grabbing the back of his shirt and asks, "What are you talking about? What did you see?"
"T-There was a voice, and it was telling me to come closer to it and follow it but I said no, and then I ran!" Gilbert explains breathlessly, trying to get away.
Alfred turns completely white. "Okay, well, thanks for the tour, Ludwig. I appreciate your hospitality, but it looks like something's come up and I've gotta go!"
"Oh, no you don't," Arthur says, pulling him back roughly by his arm. "We're going to investigate and look for clues. You can stand here and be our watchdog."
"W-Watchdog?"
"Francine and Madeline, let's go."
They leave Alfred to stand there, quaking, and march through the door.
Alfred gulps. What if the ghost possesses him or one of the others? What if it follows them home from this mansion? What if it messes with his head and he forgets who he is and stops liking Doritos and bacon? That'd be lame. Life without Doritos and bacon is not worth living.
"AHHHH!"
He jumps. "What was that?!? Are you guys okay?"
"Francine, I told you not to go near that sarcophagus!" he hears Arthur yell.
A sarcophagus? What's that doing in a place like this? The Beilschmidts are kinda strange.
"I'm okay!" Francine shouts back, and Alfred breathes a sigh of relief.
Maybe he's safer out here. If the ghost is going to get anyone, it's probably going to be one of the others, which is unfortunate, but someone has to be the sacrificial lamb.
"I have a plan," Madeline says, but he doesn't hear all of the details because she lowers her voice.
Five minutes of relative silence pass, until Alfred finally hears Arthur say,
"I'll get to work. Alfred, come in here. Madeline and Francine -- you two should wait out in the hall."
Spoke too soon! Why does he have to go in now? That doesn't sound like a smart idea! Arthur's always trying to get him killed, isn't he?
Still, he's the leader, so what he says is what goes. Alfred rubs his growling stomach, takes a deep breath for courage, and enters past the door while Madeline and Francine replace his post.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like this?" Alfred whines, pouting at Arthur.
"I need your help. You're going to take this flashlight, walk down to the end of that corridor, and anger the ghost so that it comes and follows you this way."
"WHAT? WHY ME?"
"Shh, keep your voice down. You do realize it's probably not a real ghost, right? Someone's playing tricks on us. Just trust me on this."
"Why am I always your bait?"
"Because you're good at it," Arthur says, trying to flatter him so that he'll continue going along with the scheme, and, as expected, his tactic works.
"A-A-All right. I'll do it. For the gang," Alfred whispers, taking the flashlight from Arthur with trembling hands.
Arthur gives him a nod of approval and squeezes his shoulder. "Don't worry, we've got your back. Now go out there and do what you do best -- be a brat."
With that, Arthur disappears behind the other side of the door again, leaving Alfred to fend for himself once more.
Alfred waves the flashlight from side to side and starts walking down the corridor Arthur directed him to. "Heeeey, Ghosty ghost...You out there?"
"Begone, stranger...!" an ominous voice hisses from the darkness.
"Eek...! Well, I'm really hungry, Mr. Ghost dude-sir. And I was wondering if you've got any Doritos."
"Nooooo. No Doritos here. Stupid human!"
"No Doritos? What kind of establishment is this? You call this a mansion? Lamest mansion I've ever seen."
"BEGOOOOONE!"
Alfred blows a raspberry. "Make me!"
There's a clanging sound, and then footsteps begin to draw closer, chasing him up the corridor. Alfred screams and makes a run for it, not daring to look back. As he's nearing the door leading back to where the others are, the sarcophagus from earlier tips over, except it's open. It falls to the ground with a loud bang and traps the ghost.
"Hah! It worked!" Arthur exclaims coming through the door along with Francine, Madeline, Gilbert, and Ludwig. "Good work, Alfred. We got them."
Ludwig and Gilbert lift the sarcophagus, and underneath it, there's no ghost at all. Instead, it's a young boy with black hair and caramel eyes -- one of the children who work in the kitchen.
"You're the one who's been causing trouble these past few days?" Ludwig asks sternly.
The boy sheepishly looks up at them and his shoulders droop. "It was just a joke. I...I thought if you all thought this part of the mansion was haunted, I could come here and play...and no one would come looking for me..."
"I guess that wraps up this ghost story," Madeline says, cleaning her glasses on the hem of her sweater.
Alfred looks at the boy, then at the rest of the gang, and glowers. "So, does this mean we get to have dinner now?"
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for the prompt "Hold my hand so he gets jealous" requested by @de-temps-en-tempss I wanted to do a twist on fake dating, hope you don't mind. Enjoy!
Cassian knew it was a bad idea. He’d seen enough movies to know things like this never turned out well: someone always got hurt. In his defense, it had been harmless at first – just a little bit of impulsive hand holding while her ex had walked by. She wanted to punish him and make him crawl back to her at the same time, and Cassian happened to be there. But then “Hold my hand so he gets jealous” turned into “Pretend to date me just for a couple of weeks” and Cassian was too stupid to say no.
It would be fine, he told himself, because it’s not like they had feelings for each other. She was in love with her ex-boyfriend, no matter how much she didn’t want to be, and he was head over heels for someone else for a while now. It would just be a couple of outings together, she assured him, before her ex-boyfriend begged to take him back and they could go back to living their lives like normal. He certainly didn’t expect to get a broken nose out of it.
But as the doctor took a look at his injury, Cassian mused that he did know someone would get hurt. He just didn’t expect it to be him.
Leia Organa owed him a lot for this.
The whole thing had been going fine until tonight. It was Bodhi’s birthday party, and everyone was there. In hindsight, that should have been a warning sign. Everyone always meant trouble. When Cassian really thought about it, his group of friends existed of a lot of hot-tempered or headstrong or argumentative people. He didn’t mind that so much in small doses but when they all got together, it could be a lot to handle.
And though he had hoped to be done with the whole thing by now, Leia saw the perfect opportunity to flaunt their fake relationship in Han’s face instead. Cassian agreed to go as her date only because she swore it would be the last time. He really should have said no.
But back then he had no idea he’d end up kissing Jyn in the closet before the party was over.
She’d been avoiding him anyway. He’d been trying to figure out why but that was the thing about avoidance – it was hard to get clues when he could barely get Jyn to talk to him for more than two minutes. She always had an excuse ready: she was busy, she was tired, she was ill, she was running late, she had a headache. It was all very convenient.
He was starting to think he had seriously offended her somehow when Bodhi’s party came around. And for once, she had nowhere to run from him. Cassian wasn’t ashamed to say he fully intended to use that to his advantage.
“Hey,” he said as he approached Jyn in the kitchen. She was pouring herself a glass of beer and he gestured towards it. “Can I have some?”
He really wasn’t a beer fan, to be honest, but any excuse to talk to her. Jyn eyed him like she knew this – of course she did, she knew him better than anyone – but shrugged and poured him a glass as well.
“Thanks.”
She nodded, wordless, and he could see she was preparing to go back to the living room. He grasped at an opener to make her stay.
“So uhm, are you enjoying the party?”
Great one, Cassian, truly brilliant. He mentally chided himself, hating how self-conscious he felt. This wasn’t like him at all – even though he had a huge crush on Jyn for the longest time, he never got awkward around her mostly because he knew she didn’t see him that way. There was no point in stressing out over something that would never happen. Now, though, with her ire directed at him, and at a loss for why, he felt nervous in her presence for the first time ever.
If she noticed, her only reaction was a raised eyebrow. It was unreasonably cold.
“Yeah. It’s fine.”
“Bodhi seems to be having a great time.”
“Mhmm.”
“He and Luke are nauseatingly cute together.”
“Sure.”
“Okay, Jyn,” he sighed, running out of options, “what’s your problem with me?”
She blinked, feigning ignorance. “Pardon?”
“You know what I mean,” he said with a pointed look. “I’m sorry if I offended you somehow but can we talk about it? I really don’t know what I did, and I want to make it right.”
“Cassian, I don’t know –”
“Damn it, Jyn, I miss you. Give me something to work with.” He paused, giving her a pleading look. He was getting desperate and it showed. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
Jyn stilled and he knew, even though he didn’t know why, that was the wrong thing to say.
“Friends,” she said quietly, a bitter edge to her tone. She let out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s apparently all we are.”
Now he was confused. “What do you mean?”
“You wanna know what you did?” Jyn asked, her voice rising in anger. Her cheeks flushed and her gaze was murderous. “You’re dating Leia.”
Cassian paused. He had considered this could be the source of her anger – the timing was correct, and it was the only major change in their lives around the time she stopped talking to him. He eventually dismissed the idea, deciding it had to be something else he didn’t think of. He saw no reason why she would be pissed at him for dating Leia. At least, not so pissed that she’d go out of her way to avoid him. Maybe a little angry that he didn’t tell her about it in person, but to be perfectly honest, he still didn’t see why she would care so much.
“I – don’t understand, Jyn, why –”
“Because I love you, dammit!” she yelled, and he swore his heart stopped beating.
It was the one thing he made certain to never think about. The one thing he dismissed as crazy, outlandish, and unrealistic. He couldn’t afford to hope, couldn’t afford to fool himself into thinking he stood a chance with her. It was just his traitorous heart that wanted to believe it – he couldn’t trust his judgement when it came to his feelings for Jyn.
In truth, it had been more than just a crush for a long time.
Hearing her say what he’d been thinking for so long was like lightning struck him.
“I had no idea you felt that way about me,” he said dumbly, still not quite processing this news.
“Clearly,” Jyn snapped then turned around, leaving her beer on the table. Cassian stared after her for a long second.
He looked back at Leia in the living room, gesturing animatedly as she talked to Shara Bey. Goddammit, he was not going to sabotage his chance with Jyn for this silly game between Leia and Han. They were just going to have to figure out their shit on their own.
With newfound determination, he took off after Jyn. He caught her by the coat closet, gently taking her arm to steer her inside. He knew they needed privacy for this conversation. She wriggled a little, shaking his hand off with an angry hiss, but went inside willingly. The door closed behind them, blocking out the noise from outside.
“Did you mean that, Jyn?” he asked, turning to face her.
“No, I’m just pulling your leg – of course I meant it,” she spat, every word a furious thunder. Cassian could tell when she was angry for real and when she was angry because she was afraid to be vulnerable. This was the latter. “You don’t have to do this, okay, I get that you’re not interested. I was an idiot to think you felt the same.”
“But you never said anything!” he cried out, defensive. God, they were both idiots. He had to fix this. “If I had known, I would have never agreed to this.”
Jyn stared at him in disgust and Cassian screwed his eyes shut. He hadn’t realized how that would sound.
“What, date Leia? Are you serious right now?”
“No, argh,” he groaned, rubbing his hand across his face. How did this get so messy? “Dammit, I’m not dating Leia.”
Jyn halted, clearly not expecting that. A myriad of emotions played across her face: surprise, confusion, disbelief. She settled for a skeptical, “Yeah, right.”
“I’m not,” he insisted. “She’s only pretending to make Han jealous. I’m more or less an unwilling participant.”
Jyn was silent as she took that in. She still seemed upset, but she eyed him curiously, looking for sincerity. Cassian held back nothing. He didn’t have anything to hide and if Jyn wanted nothing to do with him after this, at least she’d know the truth.
“Are you serious?” she asked, less doubtful but still cautious.
He nodded, gazing into her eyes. He tentatively took a step towards her. “Yeah. I always felt the same way about you. I didn’t think I stood a chance.”
Jyn’s breath caught. She stared up at him in unguarded vulnerability, barely contained hope, and a quiet blossoming joy. It was such a beautiful sight that Cassian forgot to breathe. Then she pushed at his chest.
“Asshole.”
Cassian stumbled, crashing into the wall and bringing down some of the coats with him.
“Hey! Jyn, what the hell?”
“Do you know how upset I was?” she demanded but she was less angry now and more agitated. “I thought there was something between us, I thought we were finally getting somewhere, then bam! You’re dating Leia. I thought I was crazy. God.”
Cassian pushed himself up, brushing off his shirt.
“So you were that upset, huh?” he asked, a small smirk hiding in his voice.
Jyn threw him a dirty look. “Shut up.”
“It looks like Leia’s plan worked a little too well. Not only did Han get jealous, you also got jealous.”
“I really wouldn’t push my luck, Cassian,” Jyn warned him but her glare lacked intention. “I’m still mad.”
Cassian dropped the teasing smile from his face, giving her a genuine look. “I really wouldn’t have agreed to it if I’d known how you felt.”
“Why didn’t you anyway? I made myself pretty clear.”
He and Jyn must have a very different definition of the phrase “pretty clear” but that was a problem for another day.
“I’m an idiot,” he offered instead and that seemed to appease her.
“You really are,” she agreed. Her eyes were twinkling, and he smiled in response. “The question is, what am I going to do with you now?”
Cassian’s gaze dropped to her lips. The closet was rather small, and he hadn’t noticed how tightly cramped they were up against each other until now.
“I have a few ideas.”
Then he leaned down and kissed her.
That was how Han and Leia found them ten minutes later. Tangled up in each other in a badly lit coat closet. If he had been paying attention, he could have heard the telltale sign of raised voices and angry words coming their way, but as it was, he was a little occupied with kissing Jyn up against the wall.
The door opened with an unexpected bang and Jyn broke away from him with a gasp. There was a moment of shocked silence, Leia looking flabbergasted, while Han’s face transformed into fury.
“You son of a bitch!” he yelled and before Cassian knew it, he was being yanked out of the closet by the collar of his shirt. “You’re cheating on Leia while she’s ten feet away?!”
“No, no –” Cassian began and suddenly, everyone was talking at the same time.
“Han,” Jyn started as Leia angrily hissed, “Han!” and Han himself was shouting and calling Cassian a lying cheating scumbag. The commotion attracted the others as well.
“What’s going on?” Bodhi asked, approaching them with a cocktail in his hand. Cassian felt a momentary twinge of guilt for ruining his birthday party.
“This asshole is cheating on Leia right under her nose!” Han yelled, shaking his fist, and Bodhi looked between him and Leia in confusion.
“What?”
“It’s not what you think –” Cassian started but before he could get anything else out, Han punched him.
That’s when Cassian knew he was never doing Leia any favors again.
After the doctor was done fixing him up, his nose wrapped up in a splint, Leia approached him with an apologetic smile.
“Han says he’s sorry for the misunderstanding,” she told him. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to see him right now, so I agreed to pass on the message.”
Cassian glared. “I hope you’re happy with your Neanderthal boyfriend now.”
“We’re back together,” she told him cheerily. Any other time Cassian would have been happy for her but right now, he could barely suppress a groan.
“Seriously?”
“He did punch someone for my honor.” When Cassian gave her a blank look, she added, “I’m sorry. But you helped us a lot, you know, so thank you.”
“Sure, any time. Next time, though, you might want to ask someone else. Regretfully, I only have one nose.”
Leia winced a little. “Ah, come on, don’t be like that. Girls like that rugged macho look. Jyn certainly does.”
He said nothing. He didn’t know where he stood with Jyn right now and he was afraid to find out.
“Even so,” Leia continued, “you have to admit, it was in bad taste of you to go to a party with one girl and end up kissing another. I thought you had better manners than that.”
Cassian groaned. When would those damn painkillers finally kick in?
Leia laughed a little.
“In all seriousness, I’m happy for you both. And I feel awful. I got you into this mess, I made things harder for you and Jyn, and I gave you a broken nose as a parting gift. If there’s anything you want for your birthday, you got it.”
“I’ll let you know,” he told her sarcastically. Leia, sensing that he was done with the conversation, nodded.
“Oh look, Jyn’s here,” she said and Cassian turned to see Jyn lingering in the doorway. “Good luck.”
As Leia flitted out of the room, Jyn tentatively stepped inside.
“So,” she began, tugging on the ends of her sweater. “Regretting things yet?”
“Very much,” he said instinctively, then his eyes widened when he realized she might be talking about them. “I meant me and Leia. Not you and me. Not at all.”
Jyn smiled, a tiny but hopeful thing. “Good. Because that was one hell of a kiss and I’d like to do it again.”
“Even though I clearly make bad choices?” he asked, half-joking, half-serious.
Jyn shrugged.
“I think what you did was nice. Idiotic but nice. You tried to help a friend.” She paused, voice getting quieter. “That’s what I like about you.”
Cassian raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching up. His nose was still throbbing, but he cared less at the moment.
“Oh, it’s just like now, is it?”
He meant to be teasing but Jyn bit her lip and looked down. He could tell she was uncomfortable, a little fidgety, and probably very self-conscious. Cassian knew this wasn’t easy for her and though he had said he felt the same, she needed reassurance just as much as he did.
“Jyn,” he said, and at the tone of his voice, she looked up. He caught her gaze, trying to relay his sincerity. “I love you too.”
Her lips curled into a smile and she took a step closer, tangling their fingers together. Her cheeks were flaming but she looked happy. And though this is not how he imagined confessing his feelings, all that really mattered was that they finally got around to it.
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chapter 02

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“I pretend I’m not anxious, but oh. You’re driving me crazy.”
- Demi Lovato
- No, Jimin! No fucking way you’re doing my makeup!
- I’ll choose your outfit then and you have to wear it. - he playfully said, making his way to my closet.
- In your dreams...
It was finally friday, the day of the party which Jimin almost begged on his knees for me to go. My colleague had let him join too, causing his excitement to practically triple the size today. I did my makeup while my best friend made a mess with my clothes, and me whole room too. I threatened him, saying I’d sleep in his bed when we’re back if he didn’t tided mine up before we go.
- Done. - I put the pinkish nude liquid lipstick back in the drawer, Jimin came up to see the results.
- You’re kidding, right?
- What?
- This is just what you wear everyday, you’re no fun! - he reopened my drawer and started making a mess in there too.
- Hey! The party’s at Hoseok’s, not here.
- Girl, you don’t have a single liquid eyeliner? - I snorted, annoyed, but lightly pushed his hand away and after going through the mess he made I gave him the only small flask of it that I had.
- Okay, come here. - he pointed to the only still available spot in my bed while opening the eye liner.
- No way, you’ll make me look like Katy Perry in that ancient Egypt music video.
- Stop the drama, I promise I’ll make the thinnest line possible if you agree on wearing a darker lipstick.
- Our friendship has too many negotiations, don’t you think? I’m already going to this party because of you.
Jimin groaned in pain with his hand on his chest, acting up.
- That was mean. - wiped off fake tears. - I’m here being a nice friend, wishing to make you look pretty for a night out with your college pals and that’s how you treat me? - his pretend crying voice made me laugh, I can’t with this boy.
- What a cry baby! - I got up from my mirror and sat on the bed. - I’ll wear a darker lipstick then, but nothing redish.
- What about a short dress?
- No.
- You’re no fun.
Half an hour later we were on our way to the party, I convinced Jimin on letting me wear a pair of jeans for comfort reasons, but I gave in to a cropped top he found in the back of the closet along with fishnet that showed above my pants’ waistband. It was a bit cold outside so I grabbed an oversized cardigan just in case, but Jimin just wore tight black jeans and a simple white shirt tucked in.
- You really showed up! - Moon Byul welcomed us by the door with one of the biggest smile I’ve seen on her. - Come on in, we’re all talking about Disney. Maybe Jimin will feel a bit lost, but you know… what do you expect when you get the Design and the Games classes together?
So this is the course that is doing the seminary with us, we laughed along as we followed her to the kitchen.
- Make yourselves at home, there’s alcohol but there’s some soda too. Get something and then joins us at the living room, okay?
As soon as she left Jimin attacked the first alcohol bottle he saw.
- You’re that desperate? - I joked, opening the fridge to get a can of soda for me.
- Shut up. - he laughed as he made his drink, then he seems to look at something out of the kitchen. - Angel, in what course that Jungkook guy is?
- I don’t know, I didn’t ask yet.
- What? How can you not ask that?
- I don’t know either, maybe nervousness. But why you ask? - I opened my can, leaning my body on the kitchen corner, facing him.
- Because I think I just found it out for you. - Jimin pointed with his head towards the living room.
And when I turned 180 degrees to look, there he was. Jeon Jungkook, laughing with a pizza slice in his hand on the couch. All the anxiety I brushed off came back at once hitting me like a train, fuck. I look back at Jimin, who now had a naughty smile on his face.
- No…
- Yes.
- No!
He finished making his drink and started pushing me not so gently towards the living room, almost making me pour my soda on the floor in the process.
- Wait, I’m seeing a mirage, right? - Yeonjun said when he saw me. - Sun Hee? In a party? - some of them laughed lightly, I already could feel Jungkook’s gaze on me.
- You’re so funny.
- And Jimin?
- I came along because or else your friend here would come at all. - Jimin mocked.
- At all? - I heard Jungkook ask with a low voice and finally looked at him, he seemed upset, thanks for nothing Jimin.
- Sure, it was only because of me and not the filled cup in your hand, of course! This knucklehead can’t even think about alcohol without wanting to drink it right away. - I mocked him back, winning some laughs.
- And you’ll stick with soda only? - Yeonjun asked.
- I’d reather too, already make too much mess while drunk so now I stay away.
- Oh… what’s up with that? Let us know the stor-
- She doesn’t like talking about it, - Jimin interrupted while sitting in an available armchair, he knows how this topic makes me uncomfortable. - now pass me a slice of pepperoni, please?
To my relief no one insisted and the previous subject was resumed, I noticed there was no available seat for me so I stayed standing beside Jimin’s armchair, but Jungkook soon noticed it and waved at me.
- Come here, I’ll seat on the sofa arm. - he got up and gave his spot on the couch to me, I thanked him and sat down. He sat on the sofa arm as he said, his thighs now being dangerously close to my face.
Since Jimin’s arm chair was perpendicular to the couch it was easy for us share eye contact, and obviously he has a naughty smile on at the moment. I rolled my eyes and reached out for a slice of pizza myself.
- Oh no! Don’t you guys talk about Coraline!
- Why not, Hoseok? That movie is amazing. - Yeonjun said.
- It scares me to death, when I watched it the first time I spent a whole week having nightmares about the “Other Mom”. - everyone laughed at the host’s story.
- If someone I know happened to be afraid of stop motion, it had to be you, Hoseok. - Jungkook made fun of Hobi as he leaned more and more on the back of the sofa, almost laying down behind my head.
I looked at Jimin, who raised an eyebrow suggestively at me before staring at the thighs of the brunette beside me. I gave him a questioning look, he laughed and then gave his pizza slice an exaggerated bite while looking at Jungkook’s thighs once again but with wide eyes this time, I had to hold back a good laugh but also became red in the face right away. At least him making me laugh helped me to relax once again.
- Sun Hee, why are you red? - Yeonjun provoked.
I spoke too soon.
- A-ah, I don’t know, am I? - I disguised it, putting a hand on my forehead as if measuring my own temperature. - I must be hot.
- Wanna go out take some fresh air? I’ll go with you. - Jungkook offered, worried.
Yeonjun growled suggestively, but Jimin had my back again and I decided to follow Jungkook despite being nervous as never before.
As soon as we walked out the glass door that took us to the backyard I regret leaving my coat at the kitchen, I don’t know if it was actually cold or if I was just anxious about being alone with Jungkook.
- Are you okay?
- Oh, yeah. I’m just really not used to coming to parties.
- I see, me neither to be honest.
- But you seemed to be having fun, or was you trying to find a way to talk to me by any chance? - I provoked, bringing back the day we met. He laughed, staring at the tiles on the ground.
- Maybe, was I too obvious? - I joined his light laughs, nodding my head exaggeratedly, playful. - But I’m really not much into parties indeed, I came tonight for them. They embraced me nicely since I moved here so I thought it would be impolite to refuse, it’s for sure fun sometimes but not usually my first plan.
I know it’s cliché, but Jungkook was different from most boys I’ve ever met. He was reserved but his shyness wasn’t in the way of his moves, however it helped on making them not be too bold. Everything about him seemed perfectly balanced, thing which scared and comforted me at the same time, see? Balance again.
We found a wood bench in the backyard and stayed sitting there for a while, talking about a few random subjects. Through text he was more shy, face to face he could go deeper with more freedom, it was cute how his eyes shined while we talked about the reason we choose our courses. He gestured around with his hands a lot, couldn’t stay in the same position for more than five seconds, checking my reaction at each detail he described. Everything sounded too personal, and he was trusting me to tell.
He looks gorgeous like that.
For a moment I imagined him talking like that about me, thought that made me smile and my heart race.
- You must think I’m crazy, you’re not saying a word. - he laughed slightly.
- Of course not, silly! Quite the opposite, I love listening to people talk about what they love. I’m just paying attention.
He smiled widely to me, thankful. Then offered to go get us something to drink, I volunteered to go with him but he insisted that I should wait. I took that time to think, I was very comfortable there with him, I’m not used to it but I like the feeling. Yeah, I think I really do like him.
- They’re playing truth or dare back inside, wanna join? - Jeon mocked, coming back with our drinks.
- Oh God, no way! - I laughed nervously, thanking him for the soda and taking a generous sip of it.
- Why? Bad nostalgia from high school? - he took his seat back beside me.
- I wish it was just it.
- Does it have to do with the incident you mentioned earlier? - I nodded.
- I had just turned eighteen and...
- You don’t need to tell me if you’re not comfortable with it, Sun Hee. - he interrupted.
- But I am… very comfortable, actually.
We locked eyes for a few seconds, the longest as I could look in his eyes without getting all red again.
- I had just turned eighteen and Jimin took me to a club to celebrate, we didn’t have many friends at school so it was just the two of us. I ended up drinking too much and he winged me for a guy, I lost my virginity and I don’t remember a single detail about how it was. - Jungkook was looking gently at me, paying attention. - I know it sounds stupid, but hook ups don’t make sense to me. So this episode haunted me for a long while, giving myself to a stranger just for the sake of getting laid, you know?
I felt Jungkook’s hand take hold of mine, caressing it lightly.
- It’s okay, I mean, to regret doing it. But it was experience that taught you something about yourself, if you hadn’t gone through this you wouldn’t know you don’t like it, right? - he smiled, I never thought about it that way.
- Thank you, Jungkook. For real.
- To be honest I also learned something similar in the worst way. - he lowered his head and it was my turn to caress his hand, encouraging him to open up to me once again that night. - I had a girlfriend once, we dated for eight months. We met at one of the few clubs I went my whole life too, where we hooked up and got each other’s numbers.
I smiled sadly at the fact that both our stories had in common.
- I don’t like hook ups as much as you, but back then I was experimenting indeed and it happened. The first months were very nice, enough to kill the need, you know? But I guess I got attached, I still don’t know exactly what it was, actually. - I tilted my head, confused.
- What do you mean?
- I think it depends on who it is, some people I just feel like hooking up but I don’t see me dating them, and vice versa. After some time we started fighting all the time because she wanted to go to clubs again, but I was over that phase because since we were together I had no reason to go. I told her that and she asked for a break, I went out the next weekend and found her hooking up with someone else. I lost feelings for her right there instantly and called her the next day ending things for once.
- Damn, right away like that?
- Yes, I was as confused as you now back then. I was so attached to her, but it seems like as soon as I saw it wasn’t mutual it was like I had flipped a switch inside me and I felt a awful feeling of emptiness for a while after that.
- Damn, Jeon. I never heard anything like this before, but I think it’s just how your body works, there’s nothing wrong with you. - we were sitting very close by now, approaching each other both physically and emotionally while we talked.
- I know, nowadays I deeply analyze what I feel before I get involved with someone. - I looked at him with one of my eyebrows raised.
- Was that supposed to be a move? - he laughed and turned to face me.
- If that’s how you saw it, maybe.
We locked eyes one more time, Jungkook changed his gaze from my eyes to my lips, what made me almost freak out. So I diverted my eyes and took a deep breath, disguising what my body felt.
- Thank you. - I let out quickly. - For making me feel safe to open up to you, and for trusting me to open up too.
- What? Sun Hee, no need to thank me. But if that’s the case, thank you too.
We locked eyes again, but this time our faces were even closed than before. His hot breath hit my face lightly, contrasting with the cold air of that night and sending a small shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help from changing my gaze to his lips as well.
Guess I already resisted for too long, right?
It wasn’t an intense kiss, but it was what we needed at the moment. It was delicate, almost like an ask for permission which both our racing hearts were enough to answer in sync.
- Sun Hee, are you free next saturday?
“Don’t even know where we’re going, you make me live in the moment. Keep driving us, baby.”
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