#And then tell me earnestly why there's any difference between cats and any other pet that somehow means

[b-rainlet]

Cannot watch 'cute cat videos' on here anymore because they either a. Endanger the cat or B. Endanger a prey animal that is being forced to interact with the cat

[goopeculiar]

pairing: chanyeol/kyungsoo. word count: 1425. rating: pg.

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Saturday is indisputably Chanyeol's favorite day of the week. Every Saturday, after a full five days of providing IT support at a huge law firm, Chanyeol gets up early, takes the subway two stops, and goes to the animal shelter he volunteers at. It is his favorite day of the week.

Chanyeol tries not to show favoritism. He tries to make sure every cat gets the same amount of chin scritches, every dog gets the same amount of belly rubs. He does his very best to divide his love equally, because every single animal at the shelter deserves to be loved. And yet, despite his best efforts, Chanyeol can't help but gravitate towards one cat in particular.

Steve has been here even longer than Chanyeol has, which is probably because he is not a very attractive cat. He's missing an eye and part of his tail, and his fur is a weird, patchy mismatch of short in some places, long in others. He is not the kind of cat most people would choose when adopting from a shelter, but he is the sweetest, gentlest creature Chanyeol has ever met. He always greets Steve first when he gets to the shelter and says goodbye to him last before he leaves. If only Chanyeol was allowed to have pets at his apartment.

The shelter's veterinarian, Minseok, is standing behind the front counter when Chanyeol enters. He greets Chanyeol with a smile and an amicable wave before turning his attention back to the screen of his computer. Chanyeol heads straight for the back where they keep the animals. He walks to the cats' area, passes rows upon rows of cages until he makes it to the very last one where he'll usually find Steve curled up in a warm spot.

Except Steve isn't there. The cage he usually lives in is empty. Chanyeol feels a slight sense of dread starting to well up in him. He checks the other cages as well – maybe they moved him? – but Steve is nowhere to be found. All that's left to show that he's ever been there is the tufts of fur on the light blue blanket in the corner. Steve's favorite blanket.

With a racing heart, Chanyeol makes his way back to the front room. He slams his palms against the top of the counter and stares at Minseok as he asks: “Where is Steve?”

Minseok blinks, looking taken aback. “Uh, who's Steve?”

Right. Steve is Chanyeol's name for the cat, but the shelter calls him something different. He searches his brain for the name until he finally remembers, and he slams his palms against the counter again, this time with more force. It kind of hurts, but he's not about to show his weakness when he's trying to come across as intimidating. “Mr. Fluffles!” Chanyeol corrects. “I demand to know where mr. Fluffles is!”

“Oh,” Minseok says. “He was adopted yesterday.” That's... a lot less disconcerting than any of the gruesome alternative scenarios Chanyeol had concocted in his head. He doesn't know if he should smile or frown, though, so his face keeps switching between the two. On the one hand, he's happy that Steve has finally been adopted into what is hopefully a loving Forever Home, something several of the other volunteers at the shelter had thought to be near impossible. On the other hand, he's sad that he didn't at least get to say goodbye.

“Did he...?” Chanyeol swallows. “Did he take his medical checkup well?”

Minseok, seeming to grasp Chanyeol's emotional state, smiles softly. “Yeah. Very calm and gentle and sweet. He's a good boy.”

“The best boy,” Chanyeol sniffles, and Minseok pats his aching hand. Chanyeol takes a moment to get his bearings straight, then goes back to the back room to tend to the rest of the pets. This is good, he tells himself. It's good for Steve. He deserves to be loved.

There is another reason why Saturday is Chanyeol's favorite day of the week. Saturday is also date night. Despite their busy schedules, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo try to see each other almost every day, even if it's just for a quick cup of coffee or a makeout session in the back of Kyungsoo's Porsche. But Saturday is the day they've reserved for each other. Saturday is date night.

Today, they're having dinner at Kyungsoo's place. They take turns cooking for each other, and this night is Kyungsoo's. The apartment smells like garlic and spices when Chanyeol lets himself in with the spare key Kyungsoo gave him for their third anniversary. Kyungsoo comes out of the kitchen before Chanyeol makes it further than the entrance hallway. “Hey,” he says, and Chanyeol nearly stumbles over his own shoes in his eagerness to greet him. Kyungsoo's eyes curve with mirth, and his mouth is soft when Chanyeol leans down to kiss it.

“Mhm, smells good,” Chanyeol mumbles. “What're you making?”

“I'm trying my hand at a curry. It's been on the stove since this morning.” Chanyeol's mouth waters at the mere thought of it. Then again, he always reacts like that when it comes to Kyungsoo's cooking. Or Kyungsoo in general, really. He makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat and bends over to kiss Kyungsoo again, but Kyungsoo pulls away after just a brief peck. “I have a surprise for you,” he says, and Chanyeol can tell he's excited about this.

Chanyeol wiggles his eyebrows. “Sounds hot,” he simpers, yelping when Kyungsoo punches him in the shoulder with more force than necessary. He whimpers as he rubs the sore spot, and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes.

“Don't be dramatic,” he says. “Go sit down in the living room.”

Chanyeol is a good boy, and so he does as he's told. The leather of the couch creaks under his weight when he plops down on it, and it keeps creaking as he vibrates with anticipation. He has no idea what Kyungsoo's surprise could be, but he loves surprises. He waits impatiently. And then he hears it. The familiar sound of a too-loud meow. He whips around to look in the direction of the noise, and there is Kyungsoo, holding Steve in his arms. Chanyeol gasps. “What did you do?”

Kyungsoo sets the cat down on the floor, and the cat promptly waddles towards Chanyeol and meows to be picked up. Chanyeol doesn't hesitate. He lifts Steve into his lap and strokes him between the ears and at the base of his tail the way Steve likes it. Chanyeol's eyes are misty as Steve curls up on top of his thighs, purring louder than ever. He can't believe this is real. “You know, you definitely weren't exaggerating when you were talking about how ugly that cat is,” Kyungsoo says.

“Hideous,” Chanyeol whispers without tearing his gaze away from the ball of fur in his lap.

“And he's so noisy.”

“He's deaf, he doesn't know how loud he's being.” He scratches Steve under the chin, and Steve stretches out his neck to give Chanyeol better access. Good boy. Best boy. Chanyeol looks at Kyungsoo. “I thought someone adopted him.”

Kyungsoo makes his way over to sit next to Chanyeol on the couch. His hand hovers awkwardly, like he wants to pet Steve, but doesn't know how. He settles for putting it on Chanyeol's thigh, right next to Steve's head. “Someone did adopt him,” Kyungsoo agrees. “Me.”

“But you hate cats.”

“I don't hate cats,” Kyungsoo protests, and Chanyeol raises his eyebrows.

“You spent a good portion of our second date ever talking at length about how cats are an evil virus of Satan.” He covers Steve's ears for the latter half of the sentence. It's slander, and Steve doesn't need to hear that.

Kyungsoo pulls a face. “Okay, so maybe I don't not hate cats, but...” He looks down at Steve, who yawns and blinks up at Kyungsoo with his one eye. Kyungsoo holds out a tentative hand again, and Steve butts his head against it with a pleased, little chirp. Kyungsoo's expression softens. “This one isn't so bad. And I've seen the way you look when you talk about him.” Kyungsoo shrugs one shoulder. “I just want you to be happy.”

There is a thick lump of emotion that sits heavy in Chanyeol's throat. He swallows around it. “Thank you,” he says earnestly. “I love you.” Kyungsoo pulls him in for a kiss with a hand on his jaw, the other coming up to pet Chanyeol's hair. Chanyeol's chest feels like it's about to burst.

[fawndlymade]

Cat Got Your Tongue?

Written for a tumblr prompt "Things said through your teeth".

Blake had been dreading this day since the day she had enrolled at Beacon Academy. The day when her teammates found out about her true heritage. She had never expected them to take it well (especially when one was on the same team as Weiss Schnee of all people.)

But this.

She had never expected this.

Sure, she had been grateful at first when Yang had brushed it off with an ease that still astounded her. But the longer it went on, the angrier Blake got. Cat pun after pun after pun. Yang always putting tuna fish sandwiches in front of her, or glasses of milk. Leaving little rubber mice around the dorm. Dusting various objects with catnip and dangling bits of yarn in front of her.

The more it happened, the hotter the ball of rage burned in Blake’s chest, threatening to consume her. And while she’d never admit it out loud… The more it hurt. Like she was the butt of the joke that everyone found funny but her. Yang always seemed to get a kick out of it, and even Ruby and Weiss had gotten a few laughs out of a nicely timed ’cat got your tongue, Blake?’

The final straw came one morning when Blake had been rummaging around in the closet for her bow. She had taken to leaving it off while lounging about the dorm, but she had plans to go out into town today and still wasn’t completely comfortable without it while in public. And then a bright red dot had entered her vision, flicking back and forth in front of her. Startled, Blake had automatically tried to swipe at it, only to hear the roaring laughter of her partner and her two teammates. Her friends.

“You missed, Blakey~” Yang chuckled, jiggling the laser pointer in her hands. “C'mon, you can get it~ Just a bit to the…. Left. Blake..?” She pocketed the laser pointer, nearly flinching back at the venom in Blake’s gaze. “A-are you okay, Blake?”

Blake lifted her head to meet Yang’s inquiring stare, her eyes burning with tears that she refused to let fall. “I’m not an animal,” she hissed through her teeth, hands balled up at her sides. “Just because I’m a faunus doesn’t mean you can treat me like one, Yang!”

The blonde stepped back, purple eyes wide in surprise. “Blake, I didn’t mean it like- I didn’t think-”

Blake scowled, wiping furiously at her eyes. “I thought you were different. I thought all of you were different!” She glanced at her other two teammates; Weiss had an apologetic look on her face, while Ruby looked ready to cry. “I might as well just call you Cardin Winchester!”

Yang reeled back as if slapped. “Blake, wait, just hold on!” the brawler pleaded. “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t think you’d-”

“You didn’t think, obviously!” the faunus snarled, teeth bared and amber eyes narrowed to the point that her pupils were only small slivers. She shoved her way past her frozen partner, slamming the door shut behind her and cutting off the blonde’s cry of “wait!”

She needed to get out of the dorm for a bit. Away from her so called friends so that she could calm down. Ignoring the heavy footsteps behind her, Blake ran.

And ran.

And ran.

Once the red had left her vision Blake slowed to a stop, panting slowly from the long run. She could no longer hear Yang following her either. As she lifted her head up, Blake took in the signs and various shops around her. She must have used her flash step to get all the way out here, because somehow Blake had wound up on one of the main drags in the city of Vale. Uncertain of what to do and unwilling to go back to the dorms just yet, Blake decided to meander through the city and kill time until she had to face the inevitable showdown.

Deep in her musings of what to do, it wasn’t long before Blake found herself on the shadier side of the city. And of course, a lone faunus wandering into seedy territory was too easy to not take advantage of. The brunette’s ears perked up as soon as she heard the catcalls from a small group of male humans walking down the street towards her.

“Hey there pussycat!”

“Here kitty, kitty! Why dontcha come over this way? I got some cream for you right here!”

“Dayum, I wouldn’t mind being your scratching post!”

Freezing in place, Blake automatically reached up to feel for her bow. Only, it wasn’t there. She had left it back in the dorm in her haste to get away from Yang. A spike of fear shot down her spine, and she quickly turned heel to walk back the way she came. The jeers followed her, taunting her. Just like every time she had gone out as a child without her bow to keep her ears hidden from sight. It was humans like these fine fellows that reminded her of why she kept her heritage hidden.

A hand on her shoulder stopped her. “I bet you’re a real animal in bed, how about you come back to my place and we can- Urk!”

Golden flames caught Blake’s attention as the hand on her shoulder was forcibly removed. A very angry looking Yang was gripping the man’s wrist in a rather tight looking hold. Red eyes were narrowed in obvious disgust at the man who was whimpering in her grasp.

“I think you should apologize to my friend here and be on your merry way. Don’t you?” Yang said, her voice low. She punctuated the end of her sentence with a small squeeze, and Blake swore she could hear bones grinding together.

“Agh, fuck- stop- okay! We’re sorry! Just let go!”

“Yang, enough.” Blake whispered. A wave of exhaustion washed over her and she wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to quell her nerves.

The blonde immediately let go of the man, who scampered over to his friends. She turned to her partner, the crimson slowly bleeding away from her eyes as concerned purple took over. “Are you okay?” she asked, doing a quick scan over Blake. “Did they hurt you?”

“No more than you did,” Blake replied wryly. She almost cringed at the hurt on Yang’s face, regretting her words instantly. “I’m sor-”

“Don’t. I deserved that.” Blake found herself drawn into a tight hug, Yang’s arms winding around her to hold her in place. She could hear the blonde sniffling into her shoulder. “God, I’m so sorry Blake. I wasn’t… I was just trying to lighten things up. I never meant to let it get that far, I was just joking around. I never wanted to- to hurt you!”

The last vestiges of Blake’s anger faded away as Yang’s tears began to dampen her shirt. As much as she wanted to stay mad at Yang, the feline found herself unable to hold onto her anger in the face of Yang’s obvious regret and distress. She patted Yang’s back awkwardly. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“Is this what you go through? What all faunus go through? God, Blake, if I had known- I can’t believe those guys said all of that stuff to you!” Blake shivered as she felt the brawler’s body heat up against her.

“It doesn’t usually happen so obviously out in the open like this… But yes,” she said, voice quiet. “There’s a reason I didn’t tell you or the team when we first met. People like those men. People like Cardin and Weiss before she came around. People like-” she stopped herself, but Yang caught on, shoving herself away from Blake.

“People like me.” The loathing in Yang’s voice had Blake shaking her head.

“No.” Blake grabbed Yang’s hands in her own, running her fingers over rough hands. Rough and calloused, but also warm and caring and nurturing. Just like the blonde herself. “You were never malicious in what you were saying. That’s the difference between you and Cardin. You just… Need to watch your words. I’m not an animal, Yang. I may have cat ears, but I am not a pet.”

“I know, I promise! No more cat jokes!” Yang swore fervently. “I swear, Blake. I don’t want to ever hurt you again. I lo-” she cut herself off, and Blake was rather confused to see Yang’s face turn pink. Clearing her throat, Yang continued, “is there any way I can make it up to you?” she asked earnestly.

Thinking about it (and taking just long enough for Yang to begin to sweat) Blake finally nodded, giving Yang a serious look and delighting in the nervous gulp it got her. “You’re going to.. take me out for dinner next week.”

“I- What?”

Blake gave the dumbfounded blonde a small smile, turning to start the long trek back to Beacon. “You heard me. Next week after class. And make sure the place has seafood, got it?”

“O-okay!” Yang jogged after her partner, reaching forward to grab the girl’s arm gently. Amber eyes looked up into purple ones, puzzled as they both came to a stop. “And Blake? Thank you..”

“For?”

“Forgiving me. I really am sorry, I won’t do it again.”

Feeling the weight in her chest completely disappear, Blake couldn’t help but give Yang an amused smirk. “Well, I guess the only thing left to say is… A-paw-logy accepted.”

“Blake!”

[jinki-hyung]

Im Jaebum x Male Reader

By: Admin Sherlock

Relationship ( So Far ;] ) :

You guys are friends, you prefer to hang out more with Jinyoung and Yugyeom but you can strike up conversations with him if need be. You tend to steer away from him because he gives the impression that he’s borderline homophobic- something that won’t mix well with you.

Scenario :

You accompanied them to a trip to the beach where they rented a hotel nearby and you guys decided to take a visit. Somehow you end up talking to Jaebum after Jinyoung and Yugyeom head out to get something to eat.

~ Im Jaebum / JB x Reader~

The Fine Line (Between Love & Hate)

>Your PoV<

The air was fresh, and if it wasn’t for Jaebum and I being in a table, the atmosphere would be great as well.

I don’t have anything against him, he seems like an okay guy- well, besides the rumors about him being homophobic are more than enough of a reason for me to stray away, I don’t want to have to part ways with my friends because their good friend hates me.

I sighed, looking to the beach, trying to distract myself in the beautiful blues that met.

“So, (Y/N),” Jaebum cleared his throat, and I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself, before looking over, “We don’t talk too much despite you being good friends with Yugyeom and Jinyoung, it has me wondering from time to time you know…”

I tilted my head, intrigued, “What do you wonder?”

He seemed taken aback, blinking a few times before answering, “Well, um, things like, ‘do you hate me?’”

“I wouldn’t say I hate you,” I said, deciding to confront him on the rumors despite it being a bad idea, “I tend to stay away sometimes because of the rumors about you being homophobic, and if that was the case we wouldn’t get along- and I don’t want to lose Jinyoung and Yugyeom.”

“Why would it be an issue?” He asked as if it were okay to be homophobic.

I looked at him, dumbfounded, “I am (sexuality). It would be a really big issue if you were homophobic.”

“So, do you stick around because you like Yugyeom, or Jinyoung? DO you like both of them, or are you trying to go after another one of the members?”

I sighed, “We are friends. I am not interested in any of the members of GOT7, you guys aren’t really my type, I like guys like Seventeen’s Jihoon, or even Jae from Day6 if you want someone under the same company as you- so don’t worry about me making advances on you.”

He looked shocked, “But… they are pretty different… you like all kinds of guys so…”

“I like their cute facial features, their baby faces, and the way their hair is typically styled,” I said, “I, of course, am open to other people but those are the type of people I would go up to at a bar.”

“In this case, you went up to me,” I said, finally turning to look him straight into his eyes.

His eyes widened and he turned red, “Wha- but, it’s because we are the only two who didn’t go shopping- it’s not like I wanted to-”

I chuckled, “What a cute response,” I said, somewhat sarcastic, “If I had to go out with someone in GOT7, it might just have to be you because of those cute cheeks of yours.”

I wasn’t being serious, but his reaction showed me that he was oblivious to that.

“I- I mean, if I went out with you- you’d have to take responsibility you know- saying shit like that!”

“Does that mean you want to go out with me?” I asked, expecting the answer to be no, looking at him with a blank face.

He stayed quiet for a while, making me actually begin to wonder if he was going to say yes.

“If you want, I guess, I shouldn’t let you down,” he said, obviously uncertain, “I got a lot of slack because of the rumors- I can try to understand them with you- then we can see other people once it’s over.”

I nodded, finally understanding why he accepted, it was more for his fans than for dating me, “I don’t date people unless there is a mutual feeling, but I see this is for your fans, and since our feelings are about mutual, I’ll accept.”

He nodded slowly, “So… are we going out now?”

“Do you want me to treat you like I would a boyfriend?” I asked.

“S-sure,” he said, “Does that mean we’re boyfriends now?”

I took his hand, rubbing its back, “I guess it does.”

The whole conversation was nothing like what I would have expected- I thought I was going to lose my friends, but instead, I got a boyfriend.

It was time to go to sleep, and since Jaebum and I decided to keep our new relationship a secret, for now, I decided to keep skinship on a low, but I needed to push the roommates situation for him to realize that if he wants to continue, it’s gonna be serious.

I walked into Jaebum’s hotel room, thanking the hotel employee for letting me in, “What are you doing here?”

The door closed behind me, and I brought my suitcase in behind me, “You are my boyfriend, we should be able to share a room.”

I set my stuff against a wall, “You were about to take a shower, right? Go in before me, I need to get out some clothes.”

He hummed, still looking a bit shocked, “Okay, I’ll go ahead then…”

I walked up to him right as he was about to enter the restroom, “Don’t have too much fun without me Jaebum,” I whispered, kissing his forehead, “Now go wash yourself up,” I said, spanking him as if to make him move faster, which he did, after stealing a shocked glance from me.

I got my clothes and got a towel ready, then I began to scroll through social media on my phone, apparently, some fans saw Jaebum and I at the beach, luckily no one was close enough to notice I was holding his hand.

After a while, I heard the bathroom door open, and when I looked up, I saw Jaebum standing in front of me half naked, with only a towel around his waist.

I gawked for a second, before getting up, he didn’t realize that he was being seductive- especially the towel was so easy to drop.

I got close to him, making his eyes widen, “Trying to seduce me on the first day huh,” I asked rhetorically, running a finger up his spine, a move that turned my past boyfriends into putty, which did a number on him as well, “I usually take things slow, but you seem eager.”

He was so red, and it was extremely visible because of how much skin he exposed, “I- I didn’t think- sorry,” he mumbled, covering his chest with his arms.

“It’s alright baby, I won’t rush you,” I said, slowly rubbing his lower back, “Whenever you want to, I’m ready for you.”

I kissed his neck before leaving to go take a shower, taking my time, remembering the cute moments I didn’t Jaebum had in him.

Once I had taken a shower, I changed, not wanting to intimidate him too much, only putting on sweats and underwear, leaving my towel around my shoulders to catch the droplets from my hair.

He was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, glasses on, which I assumed were for reading, and now, with pajamas, sweats and a white shirt.

“You look really cute, those glasses suit you,” I said, making him look up.

“You think so,” he said, seeming happy, “I don’t wear them often because they get mixed reviews,” he said, looking up at me earnestly, “I am glad you liked them.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at the level of adorableness, but I remained calm, “No problem,” I said, sitting beside him, noticing his hair had dried and seemed really soft.

I reached out to pat his head, and when it was indeed, really fucking soft, I began stroking his hair, enjoying the sensation, which I could probably enjoy every once in a while for the next few weeks.

He looked up at me, before suddenly looking scandalized, “(Y/N)! Your hair,” he exclaimed, “You didn't dry it properly!”

He put down the book, sitting up on his knees, taking the towel and rubbing my hair with it, “What if you got sick- what would you do then!”

I looked up at him who was attentively drying my hair as if his life depended on it, “I’d have my boyfriend take care of me.”

He slowly began to stop, leaving the towel on my head as he shriveled back to his previous position, “You- you shouldn’t depend on me too much…” he mumbled, “You’d probably get me sick too.”

I took to towel off, looking at Jaebum, who was now laying down, facing the window, away from me.

I laid beside him, scooting closer so I was right behind him, before hugging him, “You’re right, sorry,” I said, murmuring into his ear, “Is this okay?”

He hummed, not saying anything afterward, and after a while, he got up to turn off the lights, getting back into our position without a word.

“Good night Jaebum.”

“Good night.”

It’s been about three months since Jaebum and I started going out, which probably has the both of us surprised, but the most surprising thing is, I don’t really want to see the end of this relationship.

Somewhere along the first-month mark, I admitted to myself that I had feelings for him, which was difficult, knowing we both knew this relationship wasn’t going to last long.

I’m pretty sure the other guys have noticed our sudden change too, the skinship is above average, especially since it’s with Jaebum, but I purposefully engage in some with Jinyoung and Yugyeom for Jaebum’s sake- for us not to get caught.

“Yugyeom, how’ve you been,” I said, smiling when I saw the maknae open the door for me.

“Missing you,” he teased, smiling from ear to ear, “Come inside, Jinyoung’s making food and Jaebum is having a tantrum in his room.”

I raised a brow, “A tantrum? What’s that about,” I said, chuckling, but I was more amused than anything.

“He’s been in a mood ever since I came back from the movies with you yesterday,” he mused, “Seems like he wanted to watch Spiderman too, but he didn’t tell you because you invited me.”

I sighed, he gets into these moods every now and then, it just takes a little pep talk to get him back, “I’ll go check up on him.”

I waved to the other members, not needing to offer an explanation to where I was going.

When I opened the door to Jaebum’s room, I saw him on his bed with his cats, petting one of them with a blank expression on his face.

“What’s wrong Jaebummie,” I asked, greeting Nora when I walked in, petting her before walking towards him.

He didn’t seem happy to see me, not in the slightest, “Fucking hell,” he mumbled, “Why are you here?”

I raised a brow, sitting at the edge of his bed, petting Odd, “I wanted to hang out with everyone,” I said simply, “Yugyeom told me you threw a tantrum and were in your in.”

He scowled, “Everyone is outside, go hang out with them,” he said, displaying more attitude than usual.

I let Odd get off my lap, getting closer to Jaebum, placing my hand on his shoulder, “What’s wrong Jaebummie,” I asked, concerned if the movie really was the issue.

“Do me a favor and fuck off,” he glared, shocking me, “I don’t need your bull right now.”

I scoffed, “Okay then,” I nodded, “Do you need me at all? Yugyeom told me you’ve been acting strange lately.”

He pressed his lips together, “Then go to your Yugyeomie, I don’t need you,” he said, “The reason why I’ve been strange is because you’re being annoying, just leave.”

By now I would usually be kissing his hair and taking his hand to bring him to the members, but I realized the case today was that he just didn’t want to be with me.

“I’ll give you a break then,” I sneered, trying to cover my hurt with anger, he didn’t know I loved him anyway, “Better yet, why don’t we just break up- your bigoted ass’s been way too tight lately- you don’t need to fake it anymore.”

I sighed, “It took you long enough to tell me,” I lied, “Too bad your gay trial didn’t go well huh, didn’t even get to feel good, I would have loved to make you mine.”

The last part was supposed to be sarcastic, yet I let something truthful slip, “Bye Nora, it was nice getting to know you,” I said, petting her before leaving the room.

Jinyoung was waiting outside, “Everything good now?”

“It should be,” I grimaced, “I need to head back home, see you guys.”

I didn’t bother saying bye to the other members, just leaving and heading out to my car, driving without aim.

I ended up at the beach where we went that one time, it seriously was such a bitch for letting a relationship like this happen, it had no real love yet one of us had to get dragged in and get hurt.

I took out my phone, sitting at the table where Jaebum and I once talked, reminiscing on how I could have turned him down to avoid the relationship.

I tried calling Jinyoung, to tell him I wasn’t going to come by anymore, but there was no reception, so I went to my car to look for somewhere that did have some, driving towards the hotel, getting a few bars there, parking before making the call.

“Hey, Jinyoung.”

“(Y/N)? What happened, Jae-”

“I don’t want to talk about him,” I sighed, “I just wanted to let you know I won’t be coming around anymore, I have a lot of stuff I need to take care of, you and Yugyeom can text me if you need anything.”

“(Y/N) what are you talking about, you need to-”

The call was cut off, making me look at my phone, now dead.

I sighed, about to leave, when I realized I had no more gas.

My luck seemed to get even better.

I went walking back to the beach laying on the sand, it was pretty cold, but it was fresh enough for me to get my mind off of the negativity.

I woke up a while later, not knowing how long I’d been asleep for, but it seemed to do the trick.

I walked back to the infamous table, staring at my dead phone, wondering what was going on over there, before knocking myself out of it, they shouldn’t concern me anymore.

I saw some cars pass by, counting them as some sort of entertainment.

One, in particular, had parked by the beach, probably wanting to enjoy the night time solitude, unlucky for them I was already here.

I saw a tall guy run out of the car, followed by a shorter one, well gay couples probably come out during the night so they don’t have to deal with other people’s shit- I know from experience.

The tall guy was walking, before I heard him yell, starting to run towards me.

The closer he got, the faster I realized it was Yugyeom, making me furrow my brows, why was he here, how’d he know I was going to be here if even I didn’t know.

“(Y/N)! Why don’t you pick up your phone!” He yelled, out of breath.

“It died, I ran out of gas too.”

“What luck,” he sighed, “Are you okay? We were all worried you did something stupid or something- Jaebum told me you might be here, the other guys went looking elsewhere.”

I sighed, “Why would he be concerned,” I asked, salty.

“What? He was the one who was most hysterical! I had to calm him down!”

I didn’t want to believe him, “Then why isn’t he here?”

“He was right behind me,” he said, looking behind me, making my stomach drop, he’s here?

I saw another figure ways back, anxiously watching him approach me, making eye contact with him, making him freeze.

He turned around, starting to walk back, making me sigh.

“What’s wrong with you!” Yugyeom yelled, running towards him, starting to talk to him, but they were too far away, I couldn’t hear.

After a while, Yugyeom pulled Jaebum towards me, “I don’t know what’s up between you two, but fix it,” he exclaimed, frustrated, “I’m going to wait near the car, I’m gonna wait for the two of you.”

Jaebum stood near the table, not saying a word, only the crashing waves and the sound of Yugyeom walking away was heard.

“What do you want,” I asked, surprised when I saw him shrivel up a bit.

He gulped, looking towards Yugyeom, before looking down.

I stood up, “What’s wrong Jae?” I asked, now concerned, he’s never looked this upset.

I reached out to rub his arm, watching him flinch, look at me as if I’d just tried to assault him.

I remembered we have broken up, retracting my hand, “Jaebum, why are you acting like this?”

He bit his lip, taking a deep breath, “I- I want to know too,” he mumbled, “But- you- yesterday, instead of going with me you went with Yugyeom,” he said, his words choppy, “I’m not supposed to be bothered- but I think you’ll just go- I mean, I don’t know…”

He put his hands in his hair, “Jaebum, is this because you were jealous?” I asked, unable to believe it myself, “Did you think going to the movies with Yugyeom made it a date?”

He chuckled, “It’s stupid right,” he said, “I just started thinking yesterday- if I’m… was your boyfriend, why did you see that movie with him- I like those movies too you know.”

“Jaebum,” I said, catching his attention, looking him in his deep brown eyes, “Do you like me?”

He turned red, suddenly flustered, “Wh-what?! How- no- we- it was just-” he said, going through an internal struggle.

I took a step closer to him, finally understanding why he had been such an asshole, “I love you Jaebum,” I declared, making him stop, suddenly look up, “I’ve loved you for a while, but for you not to notice I started to hang out with Yugyeom and Jinyoung more, I knew the relationship was just for you to see what it was like to be in a relationship with another man, so I never told you.”

He stared at me, not speaking for a long while, “So… you like me too,” he asked, before covering his mouth, admitting he liked me as well.

“I love you Jaebum,” I said, stepping closer, wrapping my hands around his hips, pulling him closer.

“W-wait,” he said, putting his hands on my chest, “We-we’re in public, we- you-”

“No one is here,” I said softly, comforting him enough for him to relax a bit.

“Then… I- I probably- probably like you, um, too,” he managed, and I was so happy.

I nuzzled my head into his neck, “I’m so glad,” I hummed, feeling him shiver.

I pulled my head back after a while, “Can I kiss you?”

He turned red, “You always do without asking…”

“I’m talking about on the lips,” I whispered, ghosting his lips, feeling him shiver again.

“I… I wouldn’t mind…” he said, slowly closing his eyes, making me smile.

I closed my own eyes, feeling electricity when I finally kissed him, egging him on to reprocreate the kiss.

He eventually did, making me try to push it a step further, making it more intense by biting his lips to let me insert my tongue.

He was surprised, caught off guard, not given a chance to fight back, eventually pulling back making me notice his slightly bucking hips.

“What did you think?”

He looked up at me, glaring, “That was more than just a kiss-”

I smiled, “Sorry, I was just waiting so long for that.”

“Did you think I wasn’t?”

Bonus:

We walked back to the car, the chauffeur distracted on his phone, while Yugyeom began howling, “Oww~! I finally know why the two of you have been acting so buddy-buddy,” he laughed, making Jaebum glare at him, clenching his fist, ready to strike.

I placed my hand on top of his, making him look over to me, and I gave him a knowing look, making him go red once more, “Just- don’t tell the guys yet Yugyeom- it’s um, embarrassing.”

His voice went soft, amusing Yugyeom, “Okay I won’t, but what’s in it for me?”

It was my turn to glare at Yugyeom, and when he realized I was, he backed down, “You know what- I’ll just do it out of the goodness of my heart and for the love of you guys, fighting!” After that he got back into the car, not wanting to say anything else.

Jaebum looked at me incredulously, “What’d you just do?”

“I protected my baby,” I teased, smiling.

He pouted, trying to scowl, yet it was obvious by his pink cheeks that he was happy.

“Idiot.”

[arazialotis]

Pinch Of Nutmeg - Part 3

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: 2300

Summary: The reader is a young and upcoming chef who takes up an opportunity in Vancouver where she by chance befriends Jensen.  After several years apart and seeing each other at a convention, (Part One WC:6500) the reader and Jensen try and decide how they should move forward but each go their separate ways. (Part Two) Now, six months after Chicago, Jensen seeks out the reader to see if any feelings remain.

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

Again, this is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.

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Six months had come and gone in the blink of an eye for you. You thought about Jensen often, but avoiding the celebrity gossip sites and twitter helped. You searched through new job opportunities and regardless of Scott's continuous offers, something kept you in your hodunk town. Technically, it wasn't as small as Scott made it out to be. Some parts felt big city but you easily could drive to country living. It was small enough to know every corner but big enough to get lost in a sea of faces.

Whether out of spite or playful fun, you decided on adding a cheese fondue appetizer to the winter’s seasonal menu. One that if you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine being in the Swiss Alps.

At home on late nights, you would look up far off destinations. You’d narrowed it down to Iceland or Peru. Both vastly different from each other but both far enough away from here. You had plans lined up for either one. Probably at least a three month stay. Your passport was still active from when you lived in Vancouver. God, you missed that place. That little one bedroom apartment that costed twice if not triple as much as your two bedroom did now. And the meals you would make with such little counter space and crappy appliances. There were also the nights when you and Jay would just order a pizza. You’d set a sheet down in the middle of the living room floor making almost an indoor picnic and talk with him into the late hours of the night.

You slammed your laptop shut, trying to jerk yourself from the memory. You looked at your clock and figured you might as well go to bed. Your cat followed you and once you were settled, he nested down by your legs. What you saw as affection others may think of it as a commensalism relationship. But he meant the world to you. You petted his head gently before you drifted off.

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Things seemed pretty slow in the kitchen today. You used the extra time to balance spreadsheets and planned an ingredient list for items you would need next week. You popped your head out occasionally to check on staff and help on orders. You had returned all of Scott’s items to him, aside from the cubs cap. You used it as your chef hat instead of the traditional ‘toque blanche’. You still kept one around though incase any high rollers rolled into town.

You were cleaning up a plate’s presentation when a server barged into the kitchen clearly upset with a fondue order in his hand.

“Cody, what’s wrong?” You asked puzzled.

“Some jackass is getting all upset about his order.” He fumed. “He said he needed to send this back and talk to the chef immediately.”

“Did he tell you the issue?” You asked calmly.

“He said he requested freshly grated nutmeg on top of the fondue,” Cody rolled his eyes.

Your heart stopped and you couldn’t breath. It couldn’t be him. There was no way. You knew he could have grabbed your information from the night you left your belongings in his room but you thought he would have contacted you sooner. No it couldn’t be him, you convinced yourself.

“Which he didn’t,” Cody continued. “Because I took the order. I explained to him nutmeg was already in the fondue but if he would prefer more I would be happy to assist…” “You don’t need to defend yourself.” You cut him off grabbing your toque. You threw it at your sous chef. “Please apologize on my behalf and offer to comp his meal and drinks. If there are anymore problems, I will be in my office catching up on paperwork.”

You slammed your door shut leaving your staff to manage themselves. You looked through the paperwork cross cutting last year's trends to the most recent weeks. Even though your eyes focused on the papers you couldn’t help to relive when you first met him. The thought still gave you butterflies and your cheeks turned red. God, what you wouldn’t give to go back to that moment.

“Y/N… Y/N” Your sous chef called out startling you. “Are you okay?”

“Yes of course.” You stated tapping the papers on the desk to organize them together. “What’s going on?”

“I think you should go talk to him..” she suggested. She took your silence as a key to continue. “He said he was offended that the real chef couldn’t come out to apologize herself but that he would still pay for his dinner.”

“Sounds like he is a piece of work.” You softly scoffed.

“Y/N, I think you really need to talk to him…” she almost pleaded. “I don’t know if you are familiar with the show Supernatural…” you tried to look anywhere but at her to hide your panic. “It’s one of the actors, he could give us a lot of bad press if we don’t fix this.”

You settled for a pencil and pretended to take down notes. “I am not going to give him any special treatment just because he has more than 20 followers on twitter.” You mumbled.

“That's the thing, if it was anyone else, you would be out there schmoozing it up.” She argued.

You laughed as you were the farthest thing for a schmooze. “We’re done discussing this. Please get back on the line.” You politely ordered.

She rolled her eyes on the way out and tossed your toque on the floor. Your thoughts were racing to much to care about her attitude. You kept writing down notes but you couldn’t decide what to do. You snatched your keys from your desk and left your chefs jacket in the chair. You briefly yelled you were out of the rest of the night and your sous chef was in charge. You noticed a couple of judgemental gazes but your staff was more concerned as your behavior was off key.

The cold air hit your face in causing you to inhale sharply and tears to form at your eyes. You made your way through the alley and past the dumpsters to the parking lot. Your hands were shaking as you pulled out the keys to unlock your car.

“Y/N!” A voice called loudly confirming your prediction of who it was. “Y/N” This time his voice was closer and a bit out of breath.

You finally forced yourself to look at him. His cheeks were rosy from the cold air and you could see his breath as snowflakes started to fall. You looked back down at your hands and fiddled with your keys.

“How’d you know I’d be out here?” you questioned not knowing what else to say.

He laughed. “You’re a runner.”

You smiled and looked back at him. “I guess I am becoming too predictable.”

He shook his head in agreement. “Yeah.”

“I’ve missed you.” You softly admitted.

“And I you.” He smiled and lessened the gap between you. When you remained silent and he noticed you were shivering he offered a proposition. “How about we catch up over a cup of coffee?”

“Yeah, I know a quiet place up the street.” You pointed.

The both of you walked together in silence. A few minutes into the walk Jay wrapped his jacket around you. You smiled bashfully. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep them warm.

“Do you remember in Vancouver, it was a night like this I think…. We were bouncing around the street to keep warm and you started blaring  out…. Ahh shit, what is that U2 song called again?” He questioned.

You knew exactly what he was talking about, the memory came back to you instantly. You never sang in front in of anyone, but when you were with him, you didn’t care about what he thought, you felt free. “City of Blinding Lights,” You smiled fondly.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He remembered. “That’s when I knew.” He confessed seriously.

“Knew that I should have gone into the music industry instead of cooking?” You teased.

He laughed and teased you back. “Yeah, no one has ever matched your varying pitches.” You stopped outside the cafe. “But seriously, that’s when I knew I wanted to be more than friends.” You sighed and felt that same pinch of guilt you felt the night you kissed him. You ignored him and opened the door walking into the cafe.  Once you both had your drinks and found a nook to sit in you started to open up.

“Jensen, I can’t go through this again, I am not willing to have an af..” You started.

“Lana and I are divorced.” He solemnly admitted.

“What?” You were completely shocked. “When?”

“Two months after Chicago.” He disclosed.

“Was it because of..”

“No,” he cut you off. “We were having problems for a while, but you made it easier for me.”

You still couldn’t wave away your feeling of guilt and Jensen could sense it.

He reached over and grabbed your hands from the mug. “This had nothing to do with you, that was between me and her. Okay?”

You briefly rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. “Then why are you here Jay?” “Because I wanted to reconnect with you, I wanted to apologize for not being honest with you before and to apologize for the way things ended in Vancouver.” He explained.

You pulled your hands back away and wrapped them back around your mug. “I don’t know if I can go back to the way things used to be.” You confessed.

“I don’t want things the way the were. I want more.”

You scoffed as you looked into his earnestly green eyes. “You just got out of a relationship, a serious one.”

“Listen, I don’t want to waste anymore time.” He pushed.

“I just don’t think we should rush anything right now.” You explained.

“Why are you so against this?” He realized your cap as was the same when he saw you in Chicago and clenched his jaw. “Is it Scott?” He fumed with jealousy.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter. “Are you kidding me?” You continued laughing but you could tell he wanted an answer. “I have never thought of Scott as anything more than a friend and a mentor. The thought is just absurd.” Jensen still seemed upset. “Is this what it has always been about?” The realization hit you. “You’ve always been jealous of him?” You asked confused looking at him for an answer. His face gave it away. “God, if we had just been honest with each other, huh?” You took a break from your rant and sipped your coffee.

“Well then be honest with me now. Y/N, what do you want?” He demanded.

“I…,” You pondered your thoughts.

“If you’re not interested, please just tell me and I will leave you alone, but I just need to know.” Jensen pleaded.

“I’m scared. I am not good enough for you, I don’t want to make you look bad, what if we lose everything we had?” you confided.

“You could never make me look bad. When I first saw you, you took my breath away. You are more than I deserve. And as for losing what we had, why not chance to make it… to make it better?” He argued.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Do you got a place to stay?”

“We are in the middle of a conversation.” Jensen stated.

“Well, I am not ready to give you an answer tonight. So, either you can stay in my spare bedroom that’s never been used or I can give you a hotel recommendation.” You offered.

Jensen leaned back in his chair and sighed not knowing what to choose.

“Come on,” You stood up. “Let’s put on a movie, and you can decide after.”

The ride back was fairly silent. Jensen was shocked to enter your apartment complex, knowing that you probably could afford more. As you entered you threw your keys on the counter the squeaked for your cat. Jensen continued to analyze, he closed his eyes thinking you didn’t think you deserved better but the truth was you deserved so much more.

You picked up your cat who perched on your shoulders. Usually he would nuzzle your hair but his full attention was fixed on Jensen. He jumped down and went to sniff his legs. To your surprise he nuzzled against his leg and then came back to greet you a second time.

You smiled, “He doesn’t often take to kindly to strangers. Why don’t you pick out a movie, I am going to clean up a sec from work.” Jensen browsed your selves laughing when he saw the collection of old westerns you had. In the past, he would usually suggest them but within 30 minutes you were always out like a light. He picked out ‘Unforgiven’, although he completely acknowledged you would have preferred Casablanca or some other chick flick. He thought it just didn’t seem appropriate given the conversation tonight. He fiddled with the remotes and got it up and running. You came back out, hair down, face washed, and in a hoodie and yoga pants.

“Guess I am not the only predictable one.” You teased.

“Hey, Clint Eastwood is a genius.” Jensen defended as he sat on the couch.

You tossed him a blanket and grabbed your own sitting down on the floor leaning against the couch. But eventually you ended up on the couch, cuddled against Jensen’s chest, his arms wrapped around you as you became more and more tired with your eyes fluttering shut.

“Hey Jensen.” You mumbled.

“Mmmm” It was clear he was drifting off too.

“I’ve always loved you… let’s see if it works” You alluded to his question earlier tonight.

He stroked your hair as the both of you drifted to sleep, perfectly content, more than he had been in a long time.

Part 4

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