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pntedstr · 3 years

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Parking Lot Phase

Based on the songs Circa 2015 and Rainbow Bap by Jaden Smith

Pairing: badboy!jisung x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Au/Tropes: high school, strangers to lovers

Word Count: 12.5K

Warnings: swearing, jealous Jisung, car sex (kind of), dom jisung?, reckless driving,

a/n: this took me months to write because i kept forgetting about it. The ending was really rushed and i may or may not rewrite it. Its also not proof read so forgive me

As cliche as it is, Jisung was the boy that every adult figure in your life told you to stay away from.

Your Parents, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Teachers, hell even the bus drivers.

Every day he dressed head to toe in black, the only color being a few pops of red stitched into his leather jacket.

Every single girl in your high school class wanted him and he knew it.

He always teased the girls with long looks and a sweet smile from across the hallway, luring them into him.

Needless to say those same girls were usually found crying in a bathroom stall two weeks later.

Jisung, however, went on with his life, laughing and smiling with his friends like he hadn’t just ruined some poor girl’s self esteem.

Jisung usually hung out with a group of seniors,

Renjun, Jaemin, Donghyuck, and Jeno.

They all dressed and acted the same way...

Like dicks.

However, you assumed they weren’t that bad since your best friend Chenle was often found prancing around with them.

Chenle stuck out like a sore thumb around those boys as he opted for casual streetwear.

Although Chenle usually spent his school hours with the boys, he always made sure to eat lunch with you.

He didn’t want you to feel left out, you were his childhood best friend after all.

He was never going to leave you.

However, he was seriously contemplating it as he stands in front of you with furrowed eyebrows and a slacked jaw.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Chenle questions carefully.

Jisung had just been gifted his first car by his parents yesterday and all of Chenle’s friends were going out off campus for lunch.

They were begging him to tag along but Chenle refused to leave you alone.

His friends agreed to let you come along too.

But Chenle didn't think for a second that you would decline.

“Lele, I'm not getting in a car with a bunch of random ass guys just so you don’t have to feel guilty.” You told your best friend.

You look over Chenle’s shoulder, noticing Jisung along with the rest of his clique were waiting impatiently by the school entrance.

Jisung coolly swung his car keys around his pointer finger with a bored look painted on his face.

“Random guys? They’re our classmates, y/n.”

“Still strangers to me.”

Chenle sighs, throwing his arms up in frustration

“It’s fine, Chenle, go hang out with your friends and I will stay here and eat my lunch. “ You smile tightly at him. “Alone.”

Chenle scoffed, fully knowing that your statement actually means ‘go hang out with your friends but if you do I wont speak to you for a whole week’

The two you had been in so many petty arguments before; He knows better.

You slam your locker door, preparing to turn away from him until a voice called out to the two of you.

“Hey,” Jisung says from down the hall. “Meet us outside whenever you’re done with....whatever”

The rest of the boys surrounding him nodded along and quickly followed him out of the door.

Chenle took this time to wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you into a tight hold.

“Y/n, please, I will do anything. This is a brand new Maserati we are talking about here,” Your best friend pleads.

You contemplate for a second.

“Maserati?” You raise an eyebrow.

Chenle nods his head frantically.

“You should’ve started off with saying it was a Maserati.”

“Don’t tell me you’re agreeing to come because its a Maserati.”

You shrug and link your arm with Chenle’s.

“I didn’t take you for the gold digger type”

“I’m just a sucker for sports cars.”

You smile and watch as a wide grin spreads against your best friend's face.

“I’m so glad you’re coming because i don’t think i would have been able to handle you not talking to me for another three weeks.”

You scoff softly, “so you were actually going to leave me”

“Its a Maserati, babe,” Chenle says, leading you to the school’s parking lot.

You weren’t going to lie,

The closer you inched to Jisung’s car the more nervous you got.

Chenle could sense this and squeezed your arm softly.

Finally the the two of you stood in awe next to the sleek black Maserati.

The windows were tinted so dark that you couldn’t see anything inside.

So it shocked you a little when the back door was pushed open from the inside, nearly hitting you in the leg.

The boy you know as Jaemin, pops his head out of the door with a bright smile adorning his face.

“I was hoping you’d say yes,” The boy says out of context.

The comment kind of startled you, you weren’t expecting to have to interact with them so soon.

You were hoping they’d just ignore your presence and do what they usually do.

Without letting you question him, Jaemin slides back into the car.

You notice the lack of space in the back seat.

Looking up at Chenle, you ask him where would you sit.

Once he gets in, the backseat will be full, leaving you with nowhere to sit.

Jeno and Jaemin hastily offer you a place on their laps but you not-so politely decline.

Instead you sit down into the seat that originally was supposed to be Chenle’s before pulling your best friend into your own lap.

He complains the entire time but you refused to be the person to sit on anyone’s lap.

With Jaemin next you, he uses his charming smile to convince you to rethink your choice for the ride back.

"Don't pretend like you don't want to," He says barley above a whisper.

But not low enough to where Chenle couldn't hear it. "I can hear you, Jaemin."

The ride is surprisingly fun, everyone seems to chat with you easily including renjun who was seated in the passenger seat

The only person who didn’t speak to you much was Jisung.

But it was fine you enjoyed the attention that renjun, jeno, Donghyuck, and jaemin were feeding you

Soon enough, you guys were parked at a local diner.

The boys rushed out of the car before Jisung could even come to a complete stop.

Chenle whines as donghyuck and Jaemin quickly place themselves at your side.

Jaemin threw his arm around your waist while Hyuck’s arm rested around your shoulders.

“How can someone so pretty be friends with Chenle,” Jaemin joked

“I was wondering the same thing,” piped Jeno

Renjun laughs. “I think we all-“

You didn’t even notice the smile that was stretching to each side of your face or the giggly feeling that rested below your belly.

Chenle had been the only friend you ever really had.

So being around so many people who clearly enjoyed your presence, filled you with so much joy.

You kind of felt guilty for all of the assumptions you had previously made about them.

Entering the diner, the boys headed for the largest booth in the the back.

You were sandwiched between Jeno and Renjun with Jaemin and Chenle across from you and Donghyuck and Jisung on the ends.

Jisung still hadn’t spoken a word to you.

You nearly let it get to you, but you were quickly taken out of your thoughts as Jeno started pointing out the best items on the menu.

He had somehow convinced you to try something called the ‘Gut buster’.

It was the largest breakfast burrito you had seen in your life, but also the tastiest.

Renjun had spent his time, spoon feeding you deserts and asking you to rate them.

He held his hand underneath your chin and guided a spoon that's over flowing with chocolate desert. "Open up."

You were definitely going to be sick from all of the sugar he had you inhale.

“This is basically just Y/N being on a date with five guys,” Chenle seethed as he watched the boys interact with you.

You open your mouth to protest but you’re immediately cut off by Hyuck.

He grabs your hand across the table, squishing Chenle against Jaemin in the process.

“No she’s just on a date with me, right babe?”

You try to stutter response as the boy rubs his soft finger over your knuckles but everyone beats you to it.

They argue loudly about whose the better ‘date’ which only ends in you guys getting ugly looks from everyone else in the diner.

You tried to hush them and tell them they were too loud, but with Jeno yelling in your ear and Chenle trying to pry hyuck’s hands off your own, your voice got washed out in the madness.

“Don’t you kids have class?” One of the waitresses shouted at you from across the counter.

All of you scramble for your phone to check the time.

“Shit,” Jisung curses, standing to his feet.

The 7 of you realize that you’re super late for class. (20 minutes late to be exact.)

You guys quickly finish what ever you have left and pay for your food

You tried to pay for you own but Renjun quickly pushed your hands down and pulled a few crisp bills from his wallet

“You never pay for my food,” Chenle pouts

Renjun only stuffs his wallet back into his pocket. “Pretty privilege I guess,”

You guys move as fast as possible, all scrambling to find a seat in the car.

Chenle got booted from the back seat and was forced to take the front as Renjun found his way to the back.

This time around you found yourself perched on Jaemin’s lap, while your legs laid haphazardly across Jeno’s.

Throaty laughter and giggles could be heard from the backseat as Jisung sped through lanes of traffic.

The boys notice this and make comments on his reckless driving.

You notice him rolling his eyes but what you don’t notice is how Jisung stares at you through the rear view mirror every time he gets a chance.

When you get back to school it’s drizzling so you all scurry inside.

You guys are a little over 30 minutes late to your class but you don’t mind that at all.

You were just happy that your class wasn’t too far from the entrance.

Chenle, however, had class on the other side of campus so he left the group with a ‘see you guys later’

Renjun was right behind him.

Jeno, Jaemin, and donghyuck parted as their classrooms came into sight.

By the time you got to your class room, Jisung was the only one left walking with you.

It was silent between the two of you.

“Thank you,” was all you could think to say.

He looked down at you, eyes grazing over your pretty face

“For what?”

You didn’t think this through.

You shuffle on your feet. “For letting me hang out with you guys, i guess.”

“And for walking me to class.”

He chuckles, showing off his smile for the first time that day.

“Technically I’m not walking you to class. My class is this way too.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “Then thank you for letting me hang out with you guys.”

“Of course, I loved being a 7th wheel.”

“Oh really?” You say, cocking your head to the side. “You didn’t deny being on a date with me earlier,”

“I didn’t speak to you the entire time,”

“I never said you were a good date.”

The two of you laugh softly before the air between you suddenly became quiet again.

“Well,” you start, “this is my stop, hopefully we can hang out again sometime.”

Jisung nods, “Right, yeah, maybe so.”

He scratches the back of his neck and rocks softly on his heels

You take note of his stance, finding it cute in a way.

Not knowing what to say next, you push open the door to your classroom, bidding Jisung goodbye with a small wave

Once you’re out of sight Jisung visibly relaxes

“Right, yeah, maybe so?” He mocks, repeating his earlier response to you. “What the fuck was that,”

Jisung had been trying to find a way to talk to you all day, but he didn’t want to come off like his friends.

Unlike them, he had actually known who you were before Chenle mentioned you.

The two of you had one or two classes together and he often found himself staring at you when he became bored with the lesson.

It was no doubt that you were beautiful and he found it interesting how you made no effort to make any friends or branch out.

He thought you were just shy but after today he could tell that you were far from shy.

Jisung had been wanting to approach you for so long but he wasn’t sure how to, with Chenle always clinging to you.

He let out a deep sigh and shook his head clear of any thoughts concerning you as he laid eyes on his classroom.

Its needless to say that each one of you got scolded for being late.

You luckily escaped with no punishment.

However others were not so lucky

Others including Jeno, Chenle, And Donghyuck.

They all got after school detention.

Usually Chenle walks home with you after school but with him gone, it was just you.

The drizzle from earlier had turned into a full on storm. Lightening broke out across the sky and was soon followed by a loud rumble of thunder that resulted in shrieks from some of your fellow female classmates.

You sigh.

You could have probably gotten Chenle to call his parents to pick you guys up, but he was stuck in a class room, probably apologizing to said parents through a text message for getting detention.

Your dad wouldn’t be able to leave work to pick you up.

You were just screwed.

You stood idly by the school’s front doors, watching as the rain padded hard against concrete.

Students dashed for their cars, shielding themselves from the rain with anything they had.

These were the times where you wish you knew how to drive.

“You aren’t planning on walking in that, are you?” A voice calls from behind you.

You see Jisung’s reflection in the window of the entrance. “I did for a second,” You turn around to face him. “But now that you’re here, I think my prayers may have just been answered.”

Jisung smirks, shifting onto his right leg. “I wasn’t offering you a ride,”

“Don’t make me beg.” You pout, tilting your head.

He rolls his eyes. “Come on, Let’s go,”

You watch as Jisung shrugs off his infamous leather jacket and holds it over the two of you as a shield.

As soon as he opens the door, he breaks out into a sprint with his hand pressed to your upper back.

If you weren’t so focused on not slipping you would have been overthinking his gesture.

Jisung used his key pad to unlock his car door and quickly opened the passenger side door for you to slip into before running to get into the drivers side.

He plops down inside of the car, throwing his jacket to the back seat and ruffling his slightly wet hair

Your eyes raked over him, finding the wet hair look attractive on him.

He leans back into his seat, lolling his head to the side to meet your gaze.

“Staring now, are we?”

You scoff.

Yes

“No, I’m waiting for you to start the car up because I’m wet and freezing”

With a cocky smirk on his face, Jisung cranks up his car and begins to pull out of the parking lot.

The rain is visibly becoming heavier and you are slightly worried if Jisung would be able to drive in it.

“Am I just supposed to guess where you live?”

You roll your eyes, “I live a little past the diner we went to earlier,”

“Great, I was heading that way anyway.”

The ride was quiet, nothing but the sounds of heavy rain pounding down on the vehicle

It seemed like the further you guys drove, the heavier the rain got.

“Can you even see.” You ask the boy.

“No, actually”

You stare at him in disbelief. “Why didn’t you say anything.”

“I was trying to look cool, like i knew what i was doing.” He jokes.

“Pull over somewhere. Let’s just wait until the rain calms down some.”

“The diner should be coming up soon, we’ll pull in there.” He says while nodding his head.

You agree with him and relax into your seat.

Your eyes constantly flicker over to Jisung’s frame.

You couldn’t deny just how attractive he was.

You wanted to be mad at yourself for being in the position you said you’d never be in, but you couldn’t.

Not when jisung was here, left hand gripping the stirring wheel while the other toyed with his bottom lip.

‘Any girl would be going haywire with a sight like that’ is what you tell yourself.

Jisung pulls into the deserted diner parking lot, parking fairly well to say he couldn’t tell where the parking spaces were.

Shutting off his car, he leans back into his seat and uses his hand to push his hair back from his forehead.

It took everything in your being not to stare at him.

Goosebumps started to form on your arms.

“I’m cold,” You told him, rubbing your hands together

“That’s too bad,” He started, tilting his head towards you. “I’m hot.”

Indeed

You roll your eyes and turn away from him with an obvious grimace on your face. You did this whenever you weren’t getting your way with Chenle and he usually gave in after a few seconds. You were hoping it would work with the boy on side of you.

Jisung, however, just scoffed before reaching into the backseat.

Suddenly something that was rubbery and wet was thrown into your lap.

It was Jisung’s jacket that he used to shield the two of you at school.

“This is wet,” You complain before throwing the jacket back at him.

He throws the jacket back at you. “Beggars can’t be choosers,”

“It’s going to make me colder than I already am.”

“The inside isn’t wet. Just put it on before i take it back.”

You hesitate for a second before ultimately deciding to put it on. “Only because I’m cold.”

“I think it’s just because you wanted to wear my jacket.” He jokes.

“Please, this thing fucking smells.”

It didn’t

“Then take it off,” Jisung says, reaching for the sleeve of said jacket.

You move your arm away from him. “No, you just basically begged me to wear it and now you’re trying take it away. Make up your mind.”

“Begged you?”

“Begged me.”

He shakes his head at you, shoulders jumping as a soft laugh ripped through him.

“You’re annoying,” He teased

“You’re no better.”

A smile plays at the corner of your lips as you look out of the window, enjoying the sight of the rain.

“This rain really isn’t letting up at all, huh,” Jisung says, kissing his teeth.

“Doesn’t look like it, but i don’t mind.”

“You like the rain?” He asks

You hum.

“Why?”

“I dont know i just do. Why do you not like the rain?”

He ponders for a second. “It makes everything too gloomy, for my taste.”

“Gloomy can be pretty though.”

“You can’t do anything in the rain.”

“Thats not true. You can do a lot of things. Its a perfect time to catch up on sleep, listen to your favorite songs, watch your favorite shows, eat your favorite food, have ice cream-“

“So the rain is an excuse to be lazy.”

You give him a blank stare before turning your head back to the window. “No its an excuse to chill and take part the activities that make you happy.”

Jisung hums and nods. “I think I understand what you mean.”

He’s quiet for a second or two. “One of the things you mentioned—eating your favorite food and having ice cream.”

“Yeah,”

“Well, this diner has a drive thru.”

You smile at him, understanding what he he was suggesting.

Jisung pulls out of the parking spot he was in and makes way toward the drive thru.

The two of you both try something new on the menu and pair it with a milkshake and fries just in case you hated what you ordered.

While the two of you ate, you chatted about cars, school, your friends, and just about any random topic you could come up with.

You didn’t expect to laugh so much, especially with jisung since he didnt speak a single word to you earlier.

You guys stayed in the parking lot until nightfall with full bellies and drooping eyes.

The rain had lightened up two hours before but the two of you were to caught up to realize.

“It’s going on 8:00, I think we are good to go.” He told you, beginning to pick up the remaining trash you guys had from your food.

You couldn’t deny the tinge of sadness you felt, knowing that your day with jisung was coming to an end.

The ride to your place was fairly short. Jisung knew the exact route to your house, considering the fact that he also lived in the same neighborhood.

Your neighborhood was fairly large and had multiple streets so it wasn’t surprising that the two of you hadn’t crossed paths.

“Try not to look so sad,” he teased as he opened your door to let you out of his car.

“In your dreams, Park, I’m ecstatic to finally be home.”

The two of you walk side by side towards your doorstep, not uttering a single word until you were finally face to face with your front door.

“So I checked the weather and i saw that it’s supposed to rain for the rest of the week.” The boy says as you began to strip from his jacket.

You raise an eyebrow at him, signaling him to continue.

“So maybe you could ride with me after school for the week until it clears up.”

It was obvious that he had been working up the courage to ask you that, as he began to rock on his heels like he did once before at school.

“Just say that you want to hang out with me again, Jisung,” You tease, leaning in and pressing his jacket to his chest.

He smiles, casting his eyes away from you an towards the empty street. “Maybe...”

“Say it.”

He rolls his eyes before taking his jacket from you and guiding you towards your door. “Don’t be annoying, go inside.”

“Fine.” You laugh, pushing your front door open, “Goodnight, Jisungg,”

The boy waved you goodnight and then made a dash for his car. As you closed the door you could hear the sound of Jisung and his expensive car speeding off into the night.

Chenle didnt let a second pass before he was ringing your phone. He had been peeking out of his bedroom window, where he had an amazing view of your front yard.

You hesitated to answer your phone, knowing well what he was calling about

“Hello?”

“UM,HELLO? DID I JUST SEE YOU GET OUT OF THE CAR WITH PARK JISUNG?!”

you roll your eyes and quickly skip up to your bedroom before pulling open your curtains. From across the street you can see Chenle, standing in a similar position.

Phone pressed against his ear, he puts his hand on his hip. “Do you know how worried I was. I thought you got kidnapped on the way home.”

“What made you think i was kidnapped.”

“I sent you 1000 messages and when i got no response, i tried to knocking on your door and still got nothing. I’ve been watching your front yard for hours now; I was two minutes away from calling the cops, Y/N.”

“Instead of asking anyone if they had seen me?”

“I did, I asked Renjun and Jaemin, thinking they may have walked you home but they said they hadn’t seen you and that they left with sungchan.”

“You’re cute when you worry, lele.” You watch as your best friend frowns and closes his dark blue curtains. You giggle. “Come over, I’ll make you dinner and tell you all about what happened while i was with Jisung.”

He peeks through the curtains. “What kind of dinner.”

“Whatever you want,”

“Fine, give me a second, to take a shower. Im spending the night,”

Before you could protest, the boy hangs up and closes his curtains completely.

30 minutes later, Chenle was walking into your house with an overnight bag slung across his shoulder.

You kept your promise to him and made him exactly what he wanted. Which happened to be a weird pasta recipe that he found on tiktok.

Following the recipe wasn’t hard for you at all considering you often had to cook for yourself due to your dad’s work schedule.

While you and chenle feasted on the pasta, you told him all about your day with Jisung

Patting his full belly Chenle began to speak. “So do you like him?”

You open your mouth to say ‘no’ but for some reason the words never come out. You can’t like Jisung, you only known him for a couple of hours.

However, in those few hours, he had proven to be the complete opposite of your assumptions.

“Well do you?” Chenle questions again

“N-no.” You shake your head and reach for your drink that sat on the coffee table.

Your best friend stares at you for a split second, searching you for a sign of uncertainty.

And boy did he find too many signs.

“Well,” He starts off, “If you did like Jisung. I would tell you that it isn’t smart to get involved with him.”

“And why not?”

“We all know why, Y/N.”

the two of you stare at each other and you’re the first to look away.

“Thought he was your friend,” You grumble.

“He is, but you’re like a sister to me. And believe it or not, I actually care about your feelings.” The boy says, grabbing a hold of your free hand.

You roll your head to the side, a smirk playing on your lips. “Just kiss me already Chenle.”

“funny,” He chuckles. “But don’t say it again, I almost threw up.”

You roll eyes. “Let’s clean up and head to bed; I have an exam tomorrow,”

The boy nods and begins to follow your lead in cleaning.

The next morning, you and Chenle are awoken by the sound of your father’s voice.

“Zhong, I thought I told you five years ago to stop sleeping in my daughter’s bed,” The smile, he was wearing could be heard as he spoke.

Both you and Chenle groan and shield your eyes from the sun that was pouring in through your window

“I could chastise you some more,” your dad continues, “but I think I have other things to worry about. Like the boy that's wearing a leather jacket, driving a badass Maserati, and asking for my sweet child.”

Your head perks up immediately. “Jisung’s here?”

“Is that his name?”

You don’t listen to the rest of your dad’s morning banter and hop out of bed quicker than you ever had before.

“Chenle, get up, get up, get up.” You tell your friend, pulling him up by his arm as you gather your outfit for the day.

You quickly brush your hair and teeth before heading down stairs with none of your school supplies with you.

Thankfully, Chenle was trailing right behind you with your backpack slung over his shoulder.

When you make it outside, you catch sight of Jisung and your dad standing next to each other.

You couldn’t tell what they were saying but from the way they were staring at Jisung’s car, you could tell that it was the topic of their conversation.

Jisung looks up as he hears you approaching, a smile still planted on his face until he catches sight of Chenle.

He tried not to let his smile falter but he had failed miserably. He can only hope you didn’t notice it.

You did.

“You didn’t say you were coming by this morning,” You say and Jisung steps toward you.

“Well you didn’t exactly give me your number or anything last night.”

“Um last night?” Your dad pipes.

“Yeah, Jisung brought be home yesterday since it was raining.”

Your dad doesn’t say anything but you can tell he’s impressed with Jisung.

“Well I’ll let you guys get to school,” Your dad says, “I assume I’ll see you again this afternoon, Jisung.”

The three you get into the car and head to school.

Chenle fell asleep in the backseat, leaving you and Jisung to your own devices.

He made small talk with you, telling you how your dad made him nervous upon first sight.

“I thought I was at the wrong house,” He had told you.

He nearly asked you why chenle was there but he decided against it.

Once you you got to school, you met up with the rest of Jisung’s friends.

All 7 of you hung out before the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the first class of the day.

The day went by slow, the only entertainment being your lunch period.

Today the rain had started a little bit before lunch so the boys stayed in the cafeteria with you.

Instead of eating the school lunch, they raided the vending machines that were stationed in the corners.

The 7 of you got weird stares due to the chaotic nature of the group. You were definitely the loudest table in the building.

You tried not to notice how close jisung was to you the entire time.

His shoulder was practically pressed against yours.

You weren’t the only one who noticed though.

After lunch, jisung walked you to class, much like he did the day before. The only difference was that it wasn’t awkward between the two of you at all.

When it was time for dismissal, you found him waiting for you next to the door.

He already had his jacket off, ready to shield the two of you from the weather.

When you asked about the other boys, he said they had sports practice and that chenle called his parents.

In reality, Jisung told the boys they couldn’t ride him so he could be alone with you. They complained and rolled their eyes but let Jisung be and found themselves bothering Sungchan instead.

He didn’t miss how Chenle seemed to be genuinely annoyed.

He couldn’t find it in himself to care though.

The ride went just as it did the day before.

The two of you pulled into the diner and grabbed some food before munching down on it while having a conversation.

You learned a few things about him.

His favorite color is green.

He has two older brothers and a little sister.

He has a cat named Christmas (named by his little sister)

He hates the corn dogs from the diner.

He makes good grades.

He wants to paint his nails but doesn’t know how and doesn’t want to go to a nail tech to get them done.

And more little things like that.

You guys chatted until 8:30 before Jisung brought you home. This time he remembered to get your number.

The next three days were the same thing.

He picks you up for school that morning, You have lunch with the boys, he walks you to class, he waits on you after class, it rains, he drives the two of you to the diner, you get food, chat in the parking lot, and then he takes you home.

Every night you walk into your house with a goofy smile on your face that Chenle definitely teases you about.

“That’s not very ‘I don’t like Jisung’ of you,” He would say through the phone.

He was right.

Even though you hated to be that girl. You couldn’t help but to fall for Jisung’s charms.

When the two of you are alone, he never fails to make you a bumbling mess when he compliments you, or twirls a strand of your hair around his finger.

Not to mention the way he stares at you when you’re speaking.

“Stop staring, weirdo,” Is what you would tell him before breaking eye contact.

A smirk would slowly etch into his face before he responds with. “I can’t,”

For the weekend, you invite Chenle over since he was complaining about not being able to see you all week.

You arranged a movie night for the two of you.

Chenle brought all kinds of snacks and drinks with him, and wore his pajama set that also matched yours.

With snacks sprawled all over your bed, you and Chenle climb under your blankets and immediately indulge in the sweets as Percy Jackson begins to play by on the tv.

Chenle couldn’t help to notice how you had left your phone sitting in your lap, instead of on your dresser like you always did during movie night.

Not even two minutes later, he realized why.

Your phone lit up every other minute and you didn’t waste a second before picking it up and typing a response to the person messaging you.

Chenle rolled his eyes and shook his head.

This went on for 30 minutes before Chenle found himself reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.

You almost didn’t notice the lack of sound in the room as your fingers quickly typed up a reply to Jisung, but with Chenle’s hard glare on you, you couldn’t help but to notice.

“What?” You ask, slowly bringing your phone down to your lap.

“Who are you texting? They must be pretty damn important to be interrupting movie night for.”

You scoff. “Chenle, we’ve seen this movie a thousand times.”

“That’s not the point.” He says, a look of annoyance written clear as day on his face.

You can tell that he’s genuinely upset as your best friend moves to sit up straighter.

“This was supposed to be our night, but instead you’re here texting Jisung, The person you’ve been ignoring me for all week.”

“Chenle...” You say softly.

“I get it, you like him,” He starts, focusing his attention on the Twix wrapper in front of him. “But I was here first. I’m your best friend and I won’t let you push me aside to become some lame background character in you and Jisung’s weird ‘strangers to lovers’ love story,”

“Is that what this is about?”

“Yes! It’s exactly what this is about. It’s like I never see you anymore and I hate it,”

You sigh and sit your phone down on your bedside table before wrapping your arms around Chenle. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize just how much Jisung and I had been hanging out. I promise to make more time for you.” You tell him. “Starting now, I’ll turn off my phone and you and I will start this movie from the beginning and pretend Jisung doesn’t even exist.”

You feel him chuckle beneath you. “You don’t have to go that far. I know you’ve been dying to tell me all about these little rendezvous you and Jisung have been having.” He looks up at you. “I’m all ears.”

For the rest of the night, your phone was disregarded and the two of you chatted, mostly about you and Jisung but also about Chenle and the things going on in his life.

Needless to say, the two of you had a better understanding of each other and their feelings.

Chenle spent another night at your house and went home Sunday evening

Monday morning, Jisung was at your house bright and early. Your dad welcomed him inside and let him wait in the kitchen for you.

Once you were done getting dressed, you and Jisung headed off to school.

You didn’t say much because you were tired but that didn’t stop Jisung from asking you why you suddenly disappeared for most of the weekend.

“Why? Were you worried about me Park Jisung?” You tease.

He doesn’t look at you, and instead keeps his eyes trained on the road.

He was waiting on an answer.

You roll your eyes before resting your head on the window. “I was with Chenle.”

“Hm. Chenle.”

You don’t notice how his hand ever so slightly tightens on the wheel or how he just barely pressed his foot down harder on the gas.

He doesn’t bring it up again and neither do you.

Once you get to school its the same old same old. Except you and Jisung spend lunch alone in his car, Feasting on vending machine snacks.

The two of you sit in his back seat, facing each other, with stupid smiles on your face.

“You know I’ve never been in my own backseat before. It looks weird back here,” He says, looking around his backseat in disgust.

You pop a piece of chocolate into your mouth, letting it melt in your cheek before speaking up. “Don’t be mean to Trixy. Everything about this her is beautiful.” You say while petting the seats of the car.

Jisung grimaces. “You named my car Trixy?”

“Yes, Trixy is a sexy name and this is a sexy car.”

He scoffs. “Not sexy enough. Im thinking about having my dad redo parts of the interior. I’m thinking green.” He says leaning back.

“No, do red.”

He shakes his head. “That’s tacky,”

“You never like any of my ideas,” You whine.

“Maybe if they were good ideas.” A chuckle glides through his lips as he looks over at you.

You’re rolling your eyes at him before placing a gummy candy into your mouth.

Jisung doesn’t say anything and only watches as you tilt your head back and let out a soft hum in satisfactory.

“I’m not sure which one I like better, chocolate or gummies.”

Jisung isn’t sure what he’s thinking of or what happens in the next few seconds, but as you bring your eyes to meet his, he finds himself pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You’re not shocked by the kiss at all. Whether Jisung knew it or not, most of his attention was on your lips. They were the focal point of his line of vision.

He must have started to come to his senses because you could feel him starting to pull away from you.

You knew he would start apologizing right away, and although flustered Jisung would be a hilarious sight to see; you had finally gotten a taste of him and you didn’t want it to end.

Before he could utter a word, you tangle your fingers in his dark hair and push your lips back against his.

He deepens the kiss, not asking for permission as he lets his tongue push past your plushy lips.

The kiss was definitely sloppy but something was telling you that Jisung liked it that way.

He moans into your mouth and allows his hand to rest on your thigh.

Jisung thanks god that you were wearing a skirt. He used this opportunity to push his hand further up your leg until your skirt had risen up and his hand was placed firmly on your waist.

You could feel him slowly pushing you back until your back rested against the car door and your head was up against his window.

Your legs were split and resting on either side of the boy.

You felt a little embarrassed to have Jisung pressed against your middle but he was clearly enjoying himself as he softly rocked his hips against you.

He hands trail back down your thighs to grip the meat of them.

The kiss got rougher.

Jisung bites and licks at your lips, not letting you dominate him for a single second.

You whimper underneath him, feeling yourself shrink down further into the door.

You can’t help how your hips subconsciously buck against the bulge that was forming his pants.

He finally pulls away from you, but only so the two of you could catch your breath. He chuckles darkly as he stares down at you.

His finger traces shapes on your thigh and he begins to trail them to your inner thigh.

Your heart hammered against your chest as Jisung’s finger finally made it to where you wanted it most.

“Jisung,” you moaned out as he presses a finger to your clothed clit.

He bites his lip at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. He presses down harder on the tiny bud, giving it a few more rubs.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Jisung coos.

Your hands grip his jacket. “Touch me, Jisung.”

“I am touching you, Aren’t I?” He teases with a knowing smile. “You want more?”

You nod your head. “Yes,”

“Hm?” He says, pretending he didn’t catch what you said.

“Yes, Jisung.”

He chuckles before swiftly moving your panties aside and pressing two cold digits to your sensitive clit.

You choke on your breath for a second as he circles his fingers skillfully before relaxing under his touch.

You whimper, moan, and whither around underneath Jisung but he doesn’t let up.

“You wanted it so bad,” he growls in your ear. “Take it,”

He nips at your jaw as you throw your head back, making sure to leave a bright bruise in his wake.

The way you moan his name only fuels him.

“You want more, princess?” He whispers into your ear.

You can’t form an answer but with the way Jisung’s finger began to tease your hole, you knew he had already made up his mind.

However, before Jisung could go any further, the sound of a fist wrapping against glass broke the two of you up.

Jisung yanked his hands away from you and looked towards the direction the sound came from.

Outside of the drivers side window stood Jeno.

For a second, Jisung’s heart had dropped to his ass, thinking Jeno had saw everything the two of you were doing, but then he remembered the dark tint of his windows kept anyone from being able to look inside of the car.

He sighs before pulling away from you.

You quickly fix your skirt and stay silent as you watch Jisung.

He rolls the back window down, only enough to where his eyes and nose were visible.

“What do you want?” He asks Jeno, trying his best not to sound annoyed.

“Why are you in the back seat?” Jeno immediately asks.

“Y/N and I were eating back here,”

“Ah, why are you only cracking the window down to your nose?”

“Why are you asking me so many questions?” Jisung snaps. “Did you come out here for a reason?”

You can hear jeno click his tongue.

“Yes,” the older boy says. “Class starts in about two seconds,”

“We’re coming. Don’t wait up,” Jisung says quickly before rolling the window back up.

You could see the confusion on Jeno’s face through the window.

“Way to not be suspicious,” You tease.

“Whatever,” Jisung grumbles before pulling you into a kiss.

The kiss is slow and gentle and only last for a couple of seconds before Jisung is pulling away.

His thumb traces over your cheekbone. “I wasn’t too rough earlier, was I?” He asks softly. “I can get a little carried away sometimes,”

You smile up at him. “You definitely surprised me,” you say, causing his face to heat up. “But I liked it.”

“Maybe we can finish up later,” He whispers before kissing you one more time. “As of now, we need to get to class.”

The two of you exit Jisung’s car, leaving all of your trash from lunch still sitting on his seat.

You fumble with your skirt, smoothing it out and making sure that it didn’t look too out of place.

“Stop doing that, it looks fine,” he tells you before reaching for your hand.

Your eyes lock on your intertwined fingers.

Jisung had never been the type for any kind of pda. Whether it was as simple as holding your hand or fidgeting with your fingers.

He seemed to notice you staring. “Are you okay with this?” He asks in a soft voice.

You look up at him and tilt your head. “Yeah…it’s just, you never do stuff like this. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this,” You say, gesturing to your hands. “I’m perfectly fine with what we were doing before.”

Jisung stops walking and turns to face you with his had still wrapped firmly around yours. He didn’t look at you, instead he looked at his feet and let his hair shield his eyes.

“I really care about you, Y/N. Like a lot.” He starts, “And for you I’m willing to step out of my comfort so that everyone else can know.”

Seeing Jisung like this was too overwhelming for you. Your heart ached and you wanted nothing more than to take him into your arms and hug the life out of him.

However, instead you settled for a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s get to class.” You tell him, squeezing his hand.

He smiles at you before guiding you into to school.

After that day, you and Jisung began spending more and more time alone.

Before school, During school, after school, even at your house.

Your level of intimacy only progressed.

Jisung often kept his hand resting on your inner thigh or knee while he drove.

He would pull you away from classes just to make out with you in an empty class room.

Not to mention, the antics he got into during lunch.

The two of you hardly ever got to eat as Jisung usually opted for bringing you to a release with his tongue during that time.

You hadn’t told chenle what you and jisung had been up to lately, but it wasn’t hard for him to guess.

It was difficult to miss how swollen and red your lips were after lunch. Or how Jisung’s car seemed to always be parked in your yard.

Chenle didn’t have to ask what the two of you were up to.

You would tell him when you were ready.

And you did, eventually.

It was a normal day for you,but instead of leaving with Jisung like you usually would, you told Jisung that you’d be walking home with Chenle.

He pouted and tried to convince you otherwise but after you explained how long it had been since either of you hung out with your friends without one another, he gave in.

You were right, Jisung couldn’t recall the last time he had hung out with his friends, save for the late night gaming sessions.

He took his time to invite them out. They asked if you were coming too.

Jisung expected them to jump with joy when he told them no but instead the pouted and grumbled while getting into his car.

“You’ve been hogging her to yourself this entire time and then you have the nerve to invite us out without her.” Is what Donghyuck said to him.

Meanwhile you were dealing with a disgusted Chenle.

He gagged and grimaced as you told him what you and Jisung had been getting into when you were alone.

“Spare me the details, please,” He said before covering his ears.

You circle your eyes at how dramatic he was being.

“This is corruption at best,” He joked, “In the school parking lot, Y/N, Seriously? And more than once at that. I mean, I’m not judging you, but what if you had gotten caught.”

“We were careful,” you shrug, “-ish.”

Chenle chuckles before shoving his hands in his pockets.

It felt good to be walking through nature and breathing in fresh air instead of the strong smell of Jisung’s car air freshener.

You and Chenle always took the long way (that still wasn’t considered long) home. The route led you through the children’s park and past the old creek that the two of you used to play at as kids.

“So I take this as you and Jisung are now official,” Your friend says with raised eyebrows.

You’re quiet.

Chenle stops and looks at you. “Y/N.”

“Well...” You start, “Not quite.”

He sighs.

“We just haven’t talked about it yet,” You say.

He starts walking again. “That’s the problem, Y/N. Jisung isn’t the type to commit,”

“Who says I’m looking for commitment.”

Chenle scoffs, shaking his head.

“Chenle, I don’t want to fight about Jisung every time we talk. Can we please just change the topic.”

He nods his head.

For the rest of the walk, the two of you chat about random things, falling back into the your old routine.

Eventually Chenle brought up the end of the school year.

The year end had almost slipped your mind.

You didn't realize how long it had been. Your days had just been blurring by.

It was had to believe that you and Jisung had only known each other for two months, It felt like much longer.

“Are we still going to summer camp?” Chenle asked.

“I’m still thinking about it, but I’ll have my answer before summer.”

Chenle nods, not pressing the topic. He already knew why you having to think it over.

The two of you had been going to summer camp for years now.

You’ve only missed one summer since you had been going. But that was only because Chenle’s dad brought you two to a resort that summer.

It wasn’t long before you and Chenle made it home.

Instead of going straight home, Chenle came over to your house.

You two started on your homework, helping each other out on what you didn’t understand.

Soon, drowsiness got the best of you two. So you put away your homework and decided to take a short nap in your room.

The nap lasted longer than what either you had intended. The only reason Chenle had woken up was due to the ringing of your cellphone.

The sound didn’t wake you up, so Chenle took it upon himself to answer your phone— without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?” Chenle said, voice groggy with sleep.

Jisung was a little surprised to hear Chenle instead of you and couldn’t help but to feel a little annoyed. ‘’Chenle?”

“Yes.”

“Where’s Y/N.”

“She’s right here.”

There’s a pause.

“Okay so give her the phone.”

Chenle rolls his eyes. “She’s asleep.”

“So wake her up.”

“No,” If Chenle was being honest, he was being purposely difficult. He could have woken you up, but he didn't feel like listening to you and Jisung flirt with each other. “When she wakes up, I’ll let her know that you called”

Jisung lets out a deep sigh. ‘It’s about to be 11 o’clock.”

“So then, she’ll call you back in the morning.”

“Chenle.”

“Jisung.”

‘What are you still doing at her house anyways.” Jisung asked, clearly annoyed with the boy beside you.

“Well I was sleeping before you called.”

The jealously in Jisung had made itself present as his heart rate began to pick up and his palms began to sweat.

“Listen, Jisung, she’ll get back to you soon, trust me. Goodnight,” Chenle said before hanging up.

Jisung chuckles to him self in disbelief before tossing his phone on his bed.

Jisung didnt know why he was so jealous. Deep down inside he knew that you and Chenle were just friends.

But he also knew that Chenle knew you better and longer than he did.

He knew that you trusted Chenle with your life and with every fiber of your being. And that annoyed him to no end.

Jisung had been in your room before, you had a whole drawer and your dresser specifically for Chenle. It had spare clothes, deodorant, and even hair products.

Jisung was beyond jealous but he couldn’t let you know that.

But sometimes it was hard to keep his composure.

The next morning Jisung woke up to a text from you.

‘Walking to school with Chenle, see you when we get there.’

He was annoyed already.

He drove to school alone for the first time in weeks with nothing but the radio playing

in the background.

When he got to school, he spotted you and chenle along with Jaemin, Jeno, Renjun and Donghyuck standing around Sungchan’s car.

He noticed Hyuck’s arm thrown around your shoulder.

A surprised gasp left Donghyuck’s mouth when he felt Jisung fling his arm from around you.

You gave Jisung your own surprised look as he replaced your friend’s Arm with his own.

“You could have just told me to move.” Hyuck said, rubbing his wrist.

Jisung ignored him.

“That was mean,” You whisper to the boy.

He shrugged. “His arm shouldn’t have been there anyways,”

You wanted to press the subject a little further but you concluded that it was no big deal. It wasn’t the first time that Jisung had woken up in a foul mood.

Not too much later, the bell rings, signaling the start of 1st period.

Everyone says their goodbyes before heading to class.

Jisung walks you to class, and leaves you with a long kiss on your lips

You’re baffled for a second since Jisung never kisses you in school but you don’t complain.

When lunch comes around you opt for lunch with the boys instead of lunch in Jisung’s car.

Jisung pouted on the way to the cafeteria, huffing and groaning.

He made sure to sit as close to you as possible.

When the rest of the boys came in, Chenle sat on the other side of you.

Both you and your best friend didn't miss how Jisung slid his arm around your waist and let his hand rest on your thigh.

You tried to shrug his hand off, thinking he sat his hand there on accident, but he only gripped your thigh and grazed his fingers over your inner knee.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, trying not to bring the other boys’ attention to what Jisung’s hand.

However it was hard for them not to notice. The table was hardly concealing anything.

“I’m not doing anything,” He said, face stoic and unmoving

Truth be told, you didn’t really care that his hand wad there, but it wasn’t like Jisung to do anything like that.

The furthest pda went with him was hand holding.

Either way, PDA or no PDA you didn’t mind but it did make you wonder.

After lunch, he walked you to class per usual.

When dismissal came around, Jisung was right there waiting.

He didn’t give you time to acknowledge him before he was taking your hand into his and walking you out of the building.

You call out his name as you struggle to keep up with the pace he was walking at. Any faster and he’d be dragging you.

When you finally made it to his car, he opened the passenger side door and gestured for you to get in.

You slid into the car slowly but silently, curious about why he was acting so weird.

Jisung closed the door behind you and jogged over to the drivers side.

Usually he would give himself time to adjust, fixing his mirror, turning on the air for you, or taking off his jacket.

But he didn’t this time. Jisung pulled out of the school parking lot immediately after sticking the key into the ignition.

He didnt even bother to put on his seatbelt.

The car ride was silent the entire time.

You side eye Jisung, waiting for him to say something or make a move but he doesn’t. He only stares at the road, following the same route that you always follow.

You pull out your phone, shooting a quick text out the boys, asking if something was up with Jisung.

Chenle was the only one who responded.

‘Yeah he’s been off all day’

Jisung pulls into the diner without you noticing.

“What do you want,” he asks you

Its silent.

You ignore his question. “Why are you being so weird today?”

He looks at you with a confused expression. “What are you talking about?”

Jisung knew exactly what you were talking about.

“The excessive touching, giving the guys weird looks?” You say. “Whats up with that?

Jisung shrugs. “I don’t know, what do you want to eat?”

“So there’s no reason behind it,” You say, ignoring his question again.

“No. Plus, why are you complaining about me touching you?” His face crinkles in annoyance. “You never mind when Chenle or Jaemin do it.”

“I'm not complaining, i'm just asking. You never do things like that, Jisung, so its weird”

“It’s weird?”

“Not weird but there’s a difference between you and chenle doing it.”

“What’s the difference?” He challenges with raised eyebrows.

“Chenle has always been overly affectionate-“

“Chenle isn’t your boyfriend.”

“Neither are you, Jisung.”

The boy scoffs and shakes his head

A crack of thunder rips through the sky, breaking the deafening silence in the car.

“Its about to rain,” you say rubbing your hand over your hair. “Take me home, please.”

“Why? so you can invite chenle over and you guys can be affectionate together,”

“I can’t believe how immature you’re being right now. If you were jealous, you could have just said something.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, Y/N. What did you want me to say.”

Rain begins to pour down on the windshield.

“I don’t know, maybe, ‘im jealous of my own friends and your best friend who you’ve known since diapers.”

Jisung is quiet.

“Just take me home, Jisung.”

“No,” he mumbles

“No?” You ask, being sure that you heard him right. “Jisung, take me home.”

He doesn’t listen, and instead stares down at his fidgety hands.

“Jisung!”

A deep, agitated sigh leaves his throat before he reverses the car and pulls out of the diner faster than he pulled in.

Thank god for your seatbelt.

“Slow down,” you tell him as he speeds down the slippery road.

“You want to go home, so I’m taking you home,” he says emotionless.

“Jisung the roads are wet, you need to slow down before you get us hurt.”

Jisung ignores you, allowing his driving to become more reckless.

“Jisung, seriously, stop.” You say sternly

His hands tighten on the stirring wheel before he finally stomps his foot down on the break.

A scream is released from your mouth as your body is thrown against the car door.

The sudden stop caused the car to spin 80 degrees before coming to a complete stop.

Jisung’s breath is ragged and his eyes were wide, as he stares down at the stirring wheel.

The sound of you unhooking your seatbelt is what brought him from his daze.

Without a word, you push open the car door.

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice weak.

He’s met with the door slamming in his face.

He can see your silhouette through the heavy rain. You duck your head and hug your arms around yourself while walking away from his car and in the direction of your neighborhood.

He contemplated going after you but decided against it. Instead he pulled out his phone and dialed the first person he though of.

“Chenle,” You said through the phone. You had been walking for a little over 4 minutes and the rain just kept getting heavier.

“Hello?” He said loudly

“I need your help.”

Jisung made it obvious that he didn’t care that you had gotten out of his car as you had watched him drive past you two minutes ago.

You had explained what happen each to chenle on the phone and he demanded that you stay put until he got there.

You listened, staying in that very spot. Thankfully the road was empty so you didn’t have to worry about cars not being able to see you through the rain.

Not even a couple minutes later, you spot a blue car that you recognize as Chenle’s dad’s.

Chenle jumps from the drivers side and walks you over to the car.

Once inside, Chenle turned up the heat for you and checked you for any injuries.

“Are you okay?” He asks repeatedly.

You nod your head. “Thank you for coming, you got here fast.”

“Yeah, i came as soon as i could.”

The rest of the ride was silent as you focused on getting warm and not thinking about Jisung.

Once Chenle made it to your house , he walked you inside and told you to take a shower while he grabbed food for the two of you to eat.

Quietly you went to the bathroom and drew yourself a shower.

You dressed in mismatched PJs and sulked to your room where you found Chenle resting on your bed.

He sat up immediately upon your entrance.

Neither of you said anything at first.

“Um, I couldn’t find anything in the kitchen so I ordered pizza.” He told you.

You nod you head and sit next to him. You couldn’t help how the tears welled up in your eyes.

Being next to Chenle reminded you of just how much time you had spent with Jisung and how many times you had defended him.

After hearing you sniffle, Chenle sighs and wraps his arms around your frame.

“Im sorry, Chenle.” You apologize through tears.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

The next morning you woke up later than intended but it was the weekend so you didn’t care.

Chenle wasn’t next to you when you woke but you assumed he just went home.

You stayed in bed for a few minutes before you were interrupted by voices coming from your living room.

You thought it may have been your dad’s friends but the voices were way too loud for that.

You groan and get out of bed before jogging downstairs.

You’re met with 6 pairs of eyes.

Chenle, Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, and Donghyuck sit spread out across your living room while your dad sits on the coffee table telling some elaborate story.

They stop talking upon your entrance.

The five boys greet you with bright smiles.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had so many friends.” You dad says.

Apparently the rest of the guys tracked your house down after finding out what happened between you and Jisung.

Jisung had tried to confide in them last night when he had got home, but they had only been upset with him by the end of the call.

They begged Chenle for your address and then showed up as early as they could.

No one mentioned anything to your dad and told him that you were just feeling under the weather.

Your dad got everyone in the kitchen and let them help make your favorite breakfast.

You spent the day hanging around the house with your friends and watching your dad interact with them.

It was easy for your dad to get along with them, it was like having a house full of sons.

Chenle and Jeno were the only ones with with a present father. So it was easy for the rest of the boys to find joy in hanging out with your dad.

When they left, they pouted and asked your dad if they could stay but he declined and told them to come back the next day.

They did.

Bright and early Sunday morning. They really had absolutely nothing to do.

You weren’t complaining though. Having them around, constantly providing entertainment, kept you from thinking too hard about Jisung.

You had almost forgot about the situation, but when nightfall came and you were in your bed alone, memories of him began to play through your head.

You missed everything about him.

You contemplated forgiving him and letting things go back to normal but it was obvious that Jisung had his own problems to work out.

That night you fell asleep with a racing mind.

The next day you woke up to the sound of your dad knocking on your door telling you to wake up.

You didn’t rush to get ready and instead took your time. When you were done you had gone downstairs to see Chenle waiting on you.

You kissed your dad goodbye and began your short journey to school, not looking forward to it.

Once you and Chenle made it on campus, a text from your dad came through.

‘Jisung came by this morning. He looked upset. Did the two of you break up?” It read.

You roll your eyes at the words “broke up”

‘Jisung and I were never dating’ you reply

The once empty school parking lot filled with loud, chatty students ..including your friends.

You didn’t get to talk to them for long though, when you saw an all too familiar black Maserati pull up, you made and excuse if why you had to leave.

You decided that the best thing to so was avoid him.

You had somehow managed not to run into him at all. You began to think he was avoiding you too.

It hurt to think he didn’t care.

However, you had been proven wrong.

On your way to lunch, you were pulled into a classroom by a random hand.

You were shocked because you weren’t expecting it but you weren’t surprised to see it was Jisung.

He closed the door behind him before taking small steps toward you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asks softly.

“Is that really a question, Jisung?” You fold your arms over your chest. “Maybe you should start with an apology instead.”

He sighs and run his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry Y/N,” he says, closing the gap between you two. He slides his hands over your arms. “I really fucked up. I was upset and reckless and I could have seriously hurt the both of us. Please forgive me.”

Your silence scares him.

You shrug his hands off. “Im not upset about how reckless you were being. You were acting completely out of character that night, Jisung. Getting jealous over Chenle out of all people. Not only that, but getting so jealous that you almost crash your car out of anger.” You say not realizing that your voice was raising slightly.

Jisung didn’t look at you and stared at his feet. He couldn’t look at you.

“And the worst part is that you left me there. Stranded in the rain.”

“You jumped out, Y/N.”

“Right, and you left me there.” You scoff. “I had to call Chenle to pick me up, Jisung. You left me there with no resolve.”

He looks confused for a second.

“Do you know how embarrassing that was?”

“Y/N-“

“Look Jisung, you clearly have a lot of things to figure out at the moment. And until you do, i don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

Jisung could feel his heart crumbling. He couldn’t bring himself to say a word. He had never experienced anything like this before.

Before he could even think of anything to say, you were already out of the door.

His chest ached and his eyes watered. He tried to stop the tears from falling but it was inevitable. Hot salty tears glided down his cheeks like they had done when he was younger.

You fought the urge to to go back to Jisung and take back everything you had just said and headed straight for the cafeteria.

Your lunch table was full of your friends.

“What took you so long?” Donghyuck asked as you sat between him and chenle.

“I got held up by Jisung,” you say with a tight smile.

The table goes quiet.

“Did you guys make up?” Renjun asks breaking the silence.

You shake your head

They look between one another with eyes full of pity.

You sigh. “You guys can go to him. He’s somewhere around the old art room.”

They all nod and thank you before scurrying from their seats. All of them except for Chenle.

You look at him with raised eyebrows.

“I don’t think he would appreciate seeing me right now.”

You smile sadly. “You’re probably right.”

Jeno, Jaemin, Renjun, and Donghyuck all jogged over to the old art room, praying they find their friend still there.

They did.

Jisung sat in a empty desk with red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks.

Jaemin was the first one to approach him, resting his hand on they younger boy’s shoulder. Jeno was right behind him.

“Wanna skip?” Jeno asked softly, as if he was scared to break the silence.

“Yeah,” Jisung rasped out after a few moments.

His friends pat his back as he picks up his book bag and follow him from the classroom to his car.

Jisung cried a few more times that day, letting his friends comfort him.

His heart had been broken for the first time ever and he wasn’t sure how to handle it.

Jaemin had told him the story of his first heartbreak in hopes of providing Jisung with some kind of advice but it had only resulted in the both of them being sad together.

You on the other hand were ignoring your feelings by hanging out with your best friend like you usually did before Jisung came into your life.

of you mentioned him and spent the day binge watching anime.

For the next few weeks Jisung didn’t show up for school. according to Chenle,the boy only showed up to collect his work and that was all. The only time Jisung came to school consistently and for the entire day was during finals week.

Eventually summer comes around and and you still hadn’t talked to Jisung, not even during your friends graduation.

Your senior year was the same way, without Jeno, jaemin, Donghyuck, and Renjun it was just you and Chenle. Jisung was back in school but you hadn’t heard from him or seen much of him.

Chenle would check on him every once in a while but their friendship wasn’t the same.

Even though the rest of the guys were attending college (save for Donghyuck, who was taking a gap year) they still made time to visit you and Jisung. However, they never updated you on him because they assumed you didn’t want to know.

However, half way through your senior year Jisung and Chenle rekindled their friendship and began to hang out a lot more.

Jisung found himself always asking about you and your well being. He missed you more than anyone knew. After your ‘break up’, as everyone likes to call it, Jisung couldn’t bring himself to move on. He wanted to make things right but it was clear that he was the last thing on your mind.

That was the most painful part for him.

Graduation came and went and you were accepted into the only college you applied for: The local university.

The university that all of your friends attend because its closest to home.

The one that you assume Jisung also applied to.

It’s been about a year since you’ve talked to him. You think about him a lot and how things could have turned out.

Summer is coming to an end and in less than a week, you will be moving into the dorms of your university.

Your dad was out getting food for you and Chenle as the two of you cleaned your room and packed up your items into a suitcase.

He had been helping you pack and clean since 7am and it was now 3pm

Tomorrow you would be repeating the same process but at Chenle’s house.

“I think we should take a break,” He says, folding a shirt neatly into your suitcase

You stretch and push yourself up from the floor. “Yeah you’re right, dad should be here in a little bit with the take out.”

You fall back on your bed, relaxing against your pillows while Chenle stays seated on the floor, back pressed against your closet door.

“How’s Jisung?” You ask Chenle for the 5th time this week.

He rolls his eyes. “Why don’t you call and ask him Y/N”

Your stomach churns at the thought.

“You’ve been asking about him a lot lately. Do you miss him?”

“I don’t know. In the back of my mind I want him to reach out. I want him to try to mend things like he attempted to a year ago.” You pause. “But, I’m not sure how I would even react to that.”

Chenle nods. “Do you think about forgiving him? You never really talk about that night or mention it at all.”

“It wasn’t that traumatic to talk about. I was scared, yeah but I’m fine. It doesn’t like haunt me.”

He laughs. “Well it haunts me. As your best friend I was terrified getting that call. I wanted to strangle him but I was glad that he called me.”

Your eyebrows furrow.

“My dad was confused when i snatched the keys off the counter and took off but i had no time to expla-“

“Wait you mean when i called you,” you say correcting his mistake.

“Well you both called me. Jisung’s called me first though, thats how I got there so fast. I was already in the car by time you called.”

You sit up from your bed. “You never told me that, Chenle.”

“Well, I thought you knew,” he says, leaning back on his palms.

You scoff. “No, the whole reason i was pissed at him was because I thought he left without a care in the world for my well being.”

“Don’t try to make him seem innocent now, he still left you there, Y/N.” He says. “But then again he did say he thought you would be too scared to get back in the car with him. He still should have made sure, I actually made it to you and that you were safe.”

This new information makes your head spin. Chenle made good points but he also made some of the anger you felt toward Jisung dissipate.

All this time, you thought he had completely abandoned you and left you on your own that night.

Chenle was right when he said Jisung should have stayed to make sure you were okay.

However, knowing that he called Chenle gave you a little hope.

“I’m gonna go get some water,” you tell your friend before getting up from your bed.

Jogging down the stairs, you hold your phone close to your face as you search your block list for a specific name.

Your finger hovers over the contact labeled ‘Jisung 🖤’ for a second.

This is pathetic you think to yourself.

It was obvious that you were waiting for the perfect reason to message Jisung and forgive him, even after all the time that has passed.

What pulls you out of you daze is the knock on your door. You shake your head and pocket your phone. “Coming dad,” you call, assuming that your dads hands were too full with food for him to open the door.

When you pull the door open, you’re met with pretty brown eyes that don’t belong to your father.

There stands Jisung, fingers fidgeting with his car keys while stares at you with the same gaze from a year ago.

You wondered if he could hear your heart pounding.

“Hey…” he says. “It’s been a while. Wanna take a drive?”

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pink-imagines · 3 years

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honey

request: Can you do hand holding prompt 20 with Miya Osamu?

a/n: i went off the rails with this one, i hope it's still enjoyable - i'm actually very proud of it

warnings: friends with benefits relationship

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hand holding 20. comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

"I love you more than life itself.", you whispered softly with a grin. It was morning, another morning that you had spent with the man laying beside you. You had grown quite attached to him for the past few months. Enough to blurt out such promises blindly. "Don't say that.", his deep, scruffy, voice made your head turn to face him. The morning light grazed his skin. Like honey. His hair looked good enough to run your hands through it. Despite having dyed it, it was as full as ever. He was looking back at you. Your grin didn't fade when you locked eyes, almost like you were challenging his gaze. "It never hurts to try. What if it's true?", you teased. Osamu sat up and rubbed his eyes gently, then looking out the window. The sun had free access to the room as it started rising after sleeping in the horizon. You had blinds. But you also had the habit of not closing them. Looking over at the clock, you could see that it was only around six thirty AM. Considering the eventful night you had yesterday, it was surprising that you had this much energy. You blamed it on him.

"You should really start closing the blinds before going to sleep.", he changed the subject. With a swift motion you sat up too, before getting on your knees and standing behind him. Your arms wrapped around his torso while your chin gently leaned against his shoulder as you pressed your chest against his back. Feeling his bare skin under your finger tips reminded you of what had happened the night before. You smiled at the few memories of your drunken adventures. Going to the bar, walking around the city, getting a piggy back ride. His laugh was still ringing in your head. Happy little bells. That's what it sounded like. Not only that - he had called you honey last night. The petname had slipped out of his name so easily, you could've believed that he had been saying it forever. For a moment you pretended that he had been saying it since forever. His tired groan brought you back to reality. Osamu tried shielding his eyes from the sunlight. You brought one of your hands up to replace his. Before you spoke again, you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. A chill was sent down his spine, but you didn't pay any mind. "But the sunrise is sweet.", you said, "Like honey." "Is this about me calling you honey last night?", he chuckled. "Hm... maybe.", you grinned, "You brought this upon yourself, Osamu. Friends don't call each other petnames." The two of you had become friends with benefits after a tough break up you went through. He was there for you, in more ways than one. The two of you weren't very close before this experimental relationship, but your bond grew with time. You put trust in Osamu, and he put his trust in you. Eventually he confessed that he used to have a crush on you. That nearly blew your mind... well, not really - but it did give you another perspective of things. You... dating Osamu... it could be interesting. You thought of it from time to time. Sharing an apartment with him, not having to go from place to place. The intimate moments you had would hold much more meaning - maybe that's what you had been looking for all along. Those thoughts grew into feelings. Soon enough, a certain type of affection had blossomed in your chest towards the man in front of you. Whenever you'd look at him for too long, the flowers started rising and tickled your ribcage - threatning to burst out. "Mhm...", he turned his head to look at you, "... friends don't sleep with each other either. We're just a little unique, Y/N." "Then maybe we shouldn't be friends at all.", you pecked his cheek. Osamu let out a short, throaty, laugh. He had let go of those thoughts a long while ago. At least that's what he had told you. He made sure that you understood that when he told you about his old crush on you. Whenever you said things like that he didn't bother thinking about it. "Keep dreaming, you know it won't work.", he smiled, but it seemed a bit off. He got out of bed and started picking up the clothes that had been tossed around the room last night. You looked around. Your bedroom was pretty clean, except for a few bottles and, of course, the clothes. "Stay for breakfast?", you asked, "I have some extra clothes in my closet for you, by the way. From last time. They're washed, so it should be nicer to wear." "Oh really? Is it those flannel pants I've been looking for?", he ignored your question and went over to your closet. "Osamu.", you sighed, "You didn't answer my question." "I think you know the answer, honey.", he chuckled. "Great. I'll start making coffee for us then.", you got up and stole the t-shirt that Osamu was holding. "Y/N-" You pulled the fabric over your body and grabbed a pair of underwear from your wardrobe, before walking towards your little kitchen in the other room. You could hear him let out a soft laugh from where you were standing by the stove. It was so obvious that you liked each other, at least that's what you thought. Of course, you hadn't ever admitted to Osamu that you liked him. He's the type to not let "signs" or presumptions ruin his relationships. For him, he'd much rather live in the dark instead of

making a mistake. And you weren't the type to tell him that you liked him. Saying it out loud must be the worst thing you could think of. "Y/N...", Osamu came out of the bedroom, "I kind of need that shirt, the other one has stains on it..." On that note, you turned around to look at him. His pants hung low on his hips and his torso was exposed. You usually saw him like that during the night time, so seeing it in day light was a sight to behold. "You could just walk around like that.", you teased him. He gave a look that could only be described as "I don't have time for this", so you gave in. It wasn't hard for you to give in when it came to him. "Fine...", you sighed, taking the shirt off as you walked over to him, "You should start making the coffee, then." You didn't spare a second glance at his flustered face, even though you wanted to.

The two of you made blueberry pancakes for breakfast and sat on the couch, watching TV. The only dialogue being held was you commenting something about the show, and Osamu humming in agreement. He didn't care about the show - but you had forced him to start watching it with you. In this moment, you didn't care much about the show either. For the last few minutes, your eyes had left the screen and stared intently at Osamu's hands. You wanted to reach out and hold them. Draw small nothings on his palms with your index finger. Kiss the back of his hands softly. Most importantly, you wanted to intertwine your fingers with his and simply sit like that. Thought after thought, it only made it harder to look away from him. You started thinking of what excuse you could give to get to hold his hand. A plan came to mind. "How big are your hands?", you questioned out of the blue. He looked over at your with a curious smile, before looking down at his hands. Without a word, he held one of his hands up to you. You pushed your palm flat against his, lining up your hands to measure them. His hand was much bigger than yours. But that's not what you wanted out of this. As soon Osamu had let out a satisfied hum, you let your fingers lace with his. Osamu didn't move an inch. You took your other hand to push down his fingers, before happily putting your intertwined hands in your lap. "Y/N...", he said as he tried to get out of your grip haphazardly, "... would you please stop teasing me?" "I'm not teasing you, I want to hold your hand.", you kept your eyes on the TV but you didn't hear a word that the characters were saying, "I was being serious before, you know... we shouldn't just be friends." "Please, Y/N, we've been over this before-" "It's not the same as a few months ago. Those rules were stupid...", you took a deep breath, "... because I... I want to..." Your words came out muttered, lackluster. Those rules had been stupid, you knew they had. Both of you had broken a few of them already. No kissing, no staying over afterwards, no talk of relationship... and if you fall in love, back off. "What do you want?", Osamu brought you out of your thoughts. His hand gently squeezed yours. You knew that you had to say it. This relationship was your idea, it was your way to cope. The rules had been made by you. If you put yourself into this, if you put him into this, then you'd be the one who had to say it out loud. No matter how hard it was to speak. If it weren't for the distant noices of the TV you could probably hear a needle drop in the room at that moment. You turned to him, he was looking right at you. His entire body was turned to you, giving you all of his attention. "I want to kiss you...", you said softly, "... and I want to hug you, I want to hold you... I want you. And I know that I had that before, but I... I want something else." Osamu gave you a warm, small, smile. Not a teasing smile, but the most sincere one he had ever given you. You had been vulnerable with him, and he kept his arms open. A wave of relief flushed over you. He reached out for you. His hand, that wasn't holding yours, cupped your cheek softly. His eyes flickered from meeting your gaze, down to your lips and then back to your eyes. The tip of his nose touched yours. Only then did you realized that he had leaned in, close. "Do you still want to kiss me?", he whispered. If it weren't for the fact that the flowers in your chest were threatning to break your ribcage, you would've said some snarky remark. But now that did matter. You hummed softly, giving him a slight nod. Osamu broke eye contact to look at your lips again, and now he didn't look back. He angled his head and leaned in. Finally, letting his lips meet yours. Like mixing paint. Two colors, who you wouldn't be caught dead wearing together - but when you mix the colors together it creates a beautiful hue. Or like a waltz with a partner so good, you don't even know if your feet are touching the ground anymore. Your eyes, just like his, fluttered shut the moment his lips met yours. This kiss wasn't

hungry, it was barely sensual. It was soft, warm, and held a passion that was so indescribable - you could only assume it was love. Osamu's thumb grazed over your cheekbone before his hand slipped to the back of your head. The flowers in your chest had never bloomed like they did now. They went up, into your throat - putting a new kind of passion in your mouth. Everything that you couldn't put a word to was delivered for you through this kiss. But you had to breathe eventually. When you pulled away your eyes stayed close for just a moment longer. Relishing in the feeling, not completely wanting to let go. The only reason you opened them was because you heard Osamu let out a soft chuckle. His cheeks were flushed with a light pink. You had never seen him as cute before, but now you couldn't help it. His hand untangled itself from your hair, but the other hand kept holding yours. "You've never kissed me like that before.", you said softly. "You've never given me the chance.", he answered. A hum escaped your lips. There was a new need in you, you wanted to be close to him. As carefully as you could, you moved over to sit right beside him before putting your head on his shoulder. "... so now I can bring you to family gatherings and tell them that you're my boyfriend?", you joked, letting a grin spread across your lips. "You sure can.", he answered, while his thumb softly grazed the back of your hand. This closeness wasn't enough. You looked over at his face. His eyes were on the TV now, as if what had just happened was every day buisness. A part of you really liked that about him. He was casual in moments where you didn't want to make something a big deal. It was nice. But you still needed something more. "Can we cuddle?", you asked. He didn't say anything. But after a moment of complete silence he started shifting in his seat. Osamu layed down with his back against the armrest of the couch and opened his arms for you. An involuentary smile grew on your face as you happily layed down with your head on his chest. His arms wrapped so perfectly around you and he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. This was what had been missing.

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sunnysviolin · 3 years

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i am curious about the violin (soulmate au), so Basil doesn't have that mark and sunny does if so i want to know who is the secret soulmate lol (you don't have to answer if you don't want to)

Hi dearie! I love to answer y'all don't even worry about that! I might not always answer because life kind of imploded on me, but I treasure everything you guys send!! As for this, well it's one of my favorite twists in Broken Melodies, so let's get into it. I'm just really hoping people follow along with me, because this could get misinterpreted. Also TW: Sunny/Basil Fight and everything that comes with it

Romantic soulmates are the most common, but they aren't the only kind of bond a person can have. Platonic soulmates are not unheard of, and in fact well known.

These kind of bonds usually happen between a parental figure and a child, but they can also happen between extremely close friends, or even siblings. There isn't an across the board way of distinguishing one bond from another, but those who share the bond are always in agreement on what kind of bond they have- whether platonic or romantic. Regardless of the type of soulmate, losing them is still the worst pain a person can go through and still live.

There is one kind of soulmark that is extremely rare, a kind that almost never happens- a trauma mark

Trauma bonds are rare because they only happen when a person is in mortal peril, long after a person is born. These types of marks aren't natural, they're created during moments of extreme stress. There isn't a lot of research into how exactly trauma bonds are formed, but these are not the same as other soulmarks.

The unfortunate reality was that most trauma bonds are short lived, as most people who form a trauma bond succumb to whatever had caused enough emotional distress that their soul had linked itself to another.

For those that do survive, the connections between soulmates are stronger than any other type. The link between them is forged not by blood or whatever force there might be, but by a person's trust in the other to protect them. To save them.

That night during their fight, Sunny was more frightened than he had ever been. The night of the concert, he hadn't had time to be frightened, he had been thrust deep into White Space before he could fully process his horror. But seeing Something surrounding him and Basil, having Basil swipe at him with a silver pair of shears...Sunny was completely caught in the icy grip of terror. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't calm, there was nothing but fear. He couldn't begin to think, couldn't even start to try and rationalize what was happening.

Basil tackled him and pinned Sunny down underneath him. Sunny blindly thrust his arms up pushing against Basil who was pressing down on him. Sunny's arms, already weak from years spent doing nothing but lying in bed, were screaming in exhaustion. He was going to lose. He was going to die. Basil kept saying Everything Was Going To Be Okay, but it wasn't. Sunny was going to die. He couldn't save them. He was going to die.

Sunny felt the same feeling he had in the lake, when Something was holding him under, wrapped around his ankles like a vice. It was the same darkness, the same cold. When it had him, Mari had saved him. She had pulled him back into the light. Mari couldn't save him now, he had killed her. He had killed her, and now he was going to die too, because he had made it so she couldn't save him.

Except. Except Mari hadn't saved him. Not this time. He had thought it was her, the arms pulling him up to the surface had felt like hers, but they weren't hers. It was Hero. Hero had saved him yesterday, Hero had pulled him out of the water.

Sunny wanted Hero here. Sunny needed someone else to save Basil, to save him. His wrist blazed in a searing burn, and Sunny gasped, his arms giving out from the strain and the hurt.

At the same time, in the quiet and peace of the living room, Hero shot up with a loud shout, somehow not startling the rest of the house into waking.

He was gripping his own wrist in a bruising grip. The strange fire on his arm settled almost as soon as it had come. Hero blinked through the sudden tears of pain and looked down.

There was Mari's mark, as black and empty as it always was. Her music notes drifting down the back of his hand, limp and lifeless. But under them was something new. Hero flipped his hand over, staring down in bewilderment.

Starting at his wrist and extending down his forearm was a violin. It wasn't a large mark, it was barely as long as his palm, but it pulsed with a throbbing ache. It was a soft brown color, not grey like new marks should be. Hero shouldn't have any new marks, yet somehow he instinctually knew who's it was. There was only person that made sense.

But Sunny didn't have marks. Sunny. Hero looked across the room. Kel was snoring next to him. Aubrey was on the couch, her face uncharacteristically soft and vulnerable.

Hero heard a loud cry of pain from behind him in Basil's room, and his right eye exploded in agony, starbursts flodding his vision. Sunny.

He was up and running before Polly, Kel, and Aubrey even woke up.

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wayward-dreamer · 4 years

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Life’s Lessons - Family Ties

AO3 Link: Read Here

Square Filled: Handjobs

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Other characters: OFCs: Meredith (Y/N’s mom), Jill (Y/N’s sister), Evie and Mia (Y/N’s nieces), OMC: David (Y/N’s dad), Brian (Y/N’s brother-in-law)

Word count: 6,539 (song lyrics in italics).

Rating: Explicit 18+!

Summary: Y/N’s family is coming to Lawrence to visit her, making this the perfect opportunity for Dean to meet them. Despite his nerves, Dean knows he has to bite the bullet and take the next step in order to have the future he wants with Y/N.

Warnings: Swearing, Dean’s self-deprecation rears its ugly head, Handjob, Dirty talk, A whole lotta fluff.

Music: One of These Nights by Eagles (Dean and Y/N get ready for dinner scene)

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A/N: Time stamp #2 is here! I’m so excited to hear what you guys think of this. There’s just so much more to come for these two, and I can’t wait to share it with you all, but more on that later! ;) As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)

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“Alright, great. I can’t wait to see you guys soon!”

Y/N hung up the phone and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. The smile she had been wearing as she spoke to her family suddenly dropped into a worried expression.

Her mother had called saying that they wanted to come and visit her in Lawrence, now that summer break was about to start, and she would be free to see her family. Her mom, dad, Jill, Brian and the girls were all planning on coming down to Kansas and spending a few days there. It was more than enough time for Y/N to spend with them and for her family to finally meet Dean.

Which was the cause of her worry.

It’s not that she didn’t want them to meet Dean. She did. She just wasn’t sure if Dean wanted to meet them. Especially not all at once.

The keys jingling in the door caught her attention, hearing Dean’s boots in the hallway before he appeared in the living room. He walked over to the kitchen and placed the take-out bags on the bench, and then came towards her with a smirk on his face. She had sent him a message to pick up food when the call went on for longer than she was expecting.

“Hey,” she said, leaning up and kissing him, as he leaned down.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He dropped himself on the couch, sighing heavily as he laid back, closing his eyes. “Fuck, I’m tired.”

She smiled softly, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Well, relax for a bit, freshen up and then we can eat.”

He could clearly tell something was bothering her by the tremor in her voice, because he sat up slightly, frowning. “You okay, Y/N?”

She sighed as she turned to face him properly, trying to smile so that she didn’t worry him. “I’m fine, but there’s something I have to talk to you about.”

“What is it?” he asked, his frown becoming deeper.

“I was just on the phone with my mom, and… well she and everyone else – my dad, Jill, Brian and the girls – are all coming down here in a few days to see me,” she explained, carefully approaching the next subject.

“Okay…,” he trailed off, understanding so far what she was saying but waiting for more.

“And… they want to meet you,” she informed him, smiling softly. “I really want them to meet you too, but I wanted to see how you feel about it.”

“Oh.” He nodded slowly, trying to figure out the best way to continue. It’s not that he didn’t want to meet her family, it was because he had never done that before, in fear that he would be the last man a girl’s family would want her to be with.

“Dean?” She tried to get his attention, but he was practically staring into space. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. There’s no pressure-”

He suddenly turned, shaking his head as he took her hands in his. “No, no I-I want to,” he nodded, firmly. “I’m just… I’m not sure they’d wanna meet me.”

“Why not?” she asked. It made her sad and angry to hear him say that.

“Well… I’m not exactly the type of guy that girls want their parents to meet,” he muttered, shrugging as he looked down at their joined hands.

She shook her head, scooting closer to him. “That’s not true.”

“Yeah, it is, Y/N.” When he looked up at her, she felt her heart drop.

There was clearly something from his past that made him believe that to be true, and now it was up to her to make him see how wrong that was. He was a good man. He was perfect for her in every way, and she would prove that to him, more than she already had.

“It’s not,” she said, firmly as she shook her head. She squeezed his hand in hers, smiling at him. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and if you’re ready… I can’t wait for my family to see that.”

“You sure?” he asked, looking up at her. He knew he wanted to do this. It was the next step and he had to take it if they were going to have a future together. He just needed to be sure that she wanted her family to meet him.

“I’m positive,” she told him, smiling. “I need you to be completely sure, too.”

He gave her a firm nod. “I’d love to meet them.”

Y/N’s smile grew as she pushed herself into Dean, wrapping her arms around his neck as he fell back on the couch. She leaned down and kissed his lips, his cheek, his jaw, his neck and then moved back to his lips. He chuckled as she pulled away, slowly cupping her face in his hands, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“You’re really sure, right?” she asked, still worried. “I just don’t want to pressure you to do something you don’t to.”

He reached up, kissing her lips softly. “I’m sure, Y/N. You met my family and they loved you, so… hopefully it’s the same story with yours.”

“It will be,” she said, smiling. “I just know it.”

Dean walked up the porch stairs of Y/N’s house, a bottle of Bourbon in one hand, a bouquet of pink carnations in the other. Using his elbow, he rang the doorbell, slowly releasing a ragged breath he had been holding in. He was about to meet Y/N’s family and to say he was nervous was an understatement. He had never met a girlfriend’s family before, never getting to that stage with anyone. When he thought he had with Lisa, she wasn’t interested in her family getting to know him better. He had met her sister on one occasion when she was visiting with Lisa’s baby niece, but other than that, there had been nothing.

Now, he was with Y/N. The woman he already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He couldn’t screw up this up.

The door swung open, a smiling Y/N greeting him on the other side, appropriately dressed for the weather they were having in a long, peach colored, strappy summer dress. She let him in, stopping him from walking further after she closed the door. She took him in, dressed in a black, half-sleeve button-up shirt and jeans and his boots, looking as gorgeous as he always did. She leaned in, kissing him softly.

“Hey,” she whispered. “I missed you yesterday.”

Her family had gotten to Kansas City in the morning, and they spent the whole day together, giving them time to be with each other before Dean met them.

“I missed you more,” he whispered back, smirking. “I don’t like not having you in my bed.”

“I don’t like it either,” she said, her tone still hushed. She moved closer to him, kissing him again. Pulling away, she smiled at him. “So… you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” he told her, with another shaky exhale.

She smiled softly and reassuringly, offering him her hand. “I got you.”

He smiled at her, gathering the bottle and bouquet in one hand, and taking hers with the other. He brought their linked hands to his lips, placing a kiss on hers. He knew he could do anything as long as he had her by his side.

“Let’s do this,” he said, winking at her.

Y/N took the lead as they walked down the hallway and into the living area where her family was. Dean saw them all sitting around and talking, laughing at something someone had said. As he and Y/N walked in, their heads turned to look at them, all of their eyes landing on him. A string of curses ran through his mind as Y/N’s father stood up, followed by her mother.

“Mom, dad… this is Dean,” Y/N introduced, with a big smile on her face. “Dean, this my dad, David and my mom, Meredith.”

“Good to finally meet you,” David said, offering his hand.

Dean quickly dropped Y/N’s hand as he shook her father’s, firmly. “Good to meet you, sir. I hope you’re a Bourbon man.”

He handed the bottle over, a little more confidence in him now, considering Y/N had given him the cheat sheet to get instant approval from her father and mother. He shook Meredith’s hand too, handing her the flowers.

“I do. Nice choice,” David smiled approvingly, giving Dean a little nod.

“These are beautiful, Dean. Thank you,” Meredith smiled, smelling the flowers.

“This is Jill, my sister and her husband Brian,” Y/N said, but paused for them to meet before she gestured for the girls to come forward. They were hiding behind Jill, slightly intimidated by Dean’s height. “And these two… are the most important people in our family. Evie and Mia.”

“Hey girls,” Dean smiled, crouching down to their level.

“Hi,” Evie muttered, shyly. “You’re really tall.”

Dean chuckled slightly, shaking his head. “I’m not as tall as my brother.”

Evie’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded as his eyes widened like hers.

Evie laughed a little as she stepped out from behind Jill. “I’m 5. How old are you?”

“Evie,” Jill warned, shaking her head with a small laugh. “Sorry about her, she’s very inquisitive now.”

“It’s okay, really,” he said, waving it off. He moved a little closer to Evie, like he was about to tell her a secret. “I’m 35, kiddo. So pretty old.”

Y/N laughed a little as she saw her niece cup her hand over her mouth, dramatically as she heard how old Dean was. Dean laughed as well but held up his pinkie in a fake serious manner.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” he asked in a stage whisper, keeping within his little act.

She nodded and curled her pinkie around his. “Promise.”

“Good,” he said, giving her wink as he held a finger to his lips.

Little Mia wobbled on her legs, causing Jill to bend down and pick her up. Dean stood up and leaned over, lightly touching her chubby cheek. A small giggle left her, causing Dean to laugh as well.

Y/N felt her heart bursting with joy. She watched as Dean mingled with everyone, asking about their day out the previous day and general questions about their lives back at home in Rhinebeck. She knew things would go well, but they had gone better than she had ever pictured. Dean was now more at ease, asking them what they’d like to drink before he walked into the kitchen. She followed behind him, watching him take out 3 beers from the fridge and open them at the kitchen bench. She leaned into him, resting her chin on his arm as she looked up at him. “You’re amazing,” she whispered.

He looked at her and leaned down, kissing her forehead. “No. You are, and so are they.”

She closed her eyes at the feel of his lips on her skin, her smile beaming. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too” he said, leaning down to kiss her, passionately. He broke it after a moment, picking up the beers. “I’ll see you in there.”

He moved away, winking at her before he left the kitchen.

She watched from the kitchen as he sat amongst them, immediately immersing himself in the conversation. She sighed as her heart soared with the love she felt for him.

Lunch went incredibly well, Dean now comfortable with everyone and answering everyone’s questions. He had them all laughing with tales from his childhood, from work and just with his hilarious anecdotes and comments about everyone else’s stories he was listening to. When he mentioned the Impala, Y/N saw her dad’s eyes widen, her smile growing bigger if that was even possible, when Dean told him they could go for a drive one of these days.

As Y/N and Meredith cleared up after everyone was done with lunch, Jill and Brian took the girls outside in the backyard to play, now that the weather was a little more tolerable. Dean stood up from the table, clearing any remaining glasses and cutlery. He took them into the kitchen and returned to the table, catching the attention of Y/N’s father.

“Can I get ya anything else, sir?” Dean asked, as he turned to David.

“No, I’m good. Thanks Dean,” David smiled, gesturing for Dean to sit down. “Can we talk?”

Dean felt his heart begin to beat faster as he was suddenly nervous again. “Sure.” He sat down in the same chair he had occupied previously and faced the older man.

“Dean… I need to thank you,” David started as he looked up at Dean.

“Thank me? For what, sir?” Dean asked, confused as to what he had done that warranted praise.

“For making my daughter happier than I’ve ever seen her,” David replied, lowering his voice slightly so that Y/N didn’t hear from the kitchen. “She’s had a tough time after what her jerk of an ex did, but the fact that she’s now the way she used to be before him, better in fact… I have to thank you for that.”

Dean nodded but gave a little shrug. “That was all her, sir. She’s strong and clearly, she’s gotten that from you and Meredith. I only helped in any way that I could.”

“Definitely more from her mother than me. The three of them – Meredith, Jill and Y/N – they’re the reason I get up every morning,” David stated, smiling as he thought about his family.

Dean smirked, picking up his beer and holding it out. “To them.”

David smiled in return, picking up his bottle and clinking it with Dean’s. “To them.”

“Everything okay here?” Y/N asked, suddenly startling both of them as she and her mother walked back to the table.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Dean said, taking a sip of his beer.

“Dean!” little Evie hollered, as she came running into the house. She went right up to him and stood beside his chair, not intimidated by him anymore, her little face looking up at him. “Will you play outside with me and Mia?”

“Of course, peanut,” he said, getting up from the table. “Let’s go!”

Dean took off running after Evie, both of them sprinting into the backyard. Y/N laughed as she shook her head, loving that the kids had taken to him so quickly. Her mom came up beside her, putting her arm around her as they turned to look at each other.

“He’s a really good one,” she smiled, leaning over and kissing Y/N’s cheek.

“I think so, too,” Y/N said, smiling.

Meredith turned to David and gestured to the door. “Shall we take a walk? See the neighborhood?”

Y/N kept herself from laughing, knowing her mom was dying to see all the beautiful houses and their amazing gardens.

“Sure,” David said, as he stood up and took his wife’s hand. “See you soon, sweetie.” He walked past Y/N and kissed her head, as he led Meredith to the door.

“You two have fun!” she called out before the door shut behind them.

Y/N walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out the large jug of iced tea she had made. Pouring some into two glasses, she put the jug back in the fridge before taking the glasses out to her back porch. Jill was sitting at the outdoor dining table, watching Dean and Brian play with the girls. Y/N handed her a glass and sat down next to her sister, watching them too.

Dean roared after the little girl, who squealed and laughed as he chased her around the backyard. He picked up Evie, spinning her around, making her laugh even more. Little Mia had started walking, but it was more like waddling at this point. She stood in the grass, watching and clapping her chubby little hands. Brian stood behind her, making sure she didn’t fall.

“He’s amazing,” Jill told Y/N as they both watched Dean playing with the kids.

Y/N was feeling all kinds of things as she watched him. “Yeah, he is.”

“I think mom’s ready for the wedding, already,” Jill laughed, as Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.

“She’s going to be waiting a while, I think,” Y/N sighed, shrugging.

“Really?” Jill asked, frowning before it turned into a smile. “I personally don’t think so.”

“Jill.” Y/N shook her head, looking at her sister. “You can’t say stuff like that.”

“I can when it’s true. Dad’s ready to drive the Impala around one of these days, the girls adore him,” Jill stated, trying to make her sister understand why she was saying that. “Y/N… it’s going to happen. I can feel it.”

Just before she could say anything, Y/N looked up and smiled at Dean as he walked over, carrying Mia in one arm as he held Evie’s hand with the other. Brian laughed as he sat down, slightly relieved that the kids had attached themselves to Dean for a while.

“Damn, these two are tiring,” he huffed out as he sat down at the outdoor table, under the shade of the back porch. “I don’t know how you guys do it,” he laughed as he looked between Jill and Brian.

“It gets easier after a few years,” Brian explained, picking up Jill’s glass and taking a sip.

“You’ll understand when you guys have some of your own,” Jill said, pointedly.

Y/N glared at her, silently telling her to knock it off.

“Yeah, it’ll probably all make sense, then,” Dean said, winking at Y/N.

Jill looked at Y/N with an “I told you so” look before sipping her iced tea.

After a moment, they all returned inside, spreading out on the couches. Little Mia had fallen asleep in Brian’s arms, as Evie was struggling to keep herself awake in Jill’s lap. The front door opened and closed, signalling that David and Meredith had returned.

“How was the walk?” Y/N asked, smiling at her mom.

“Great, but it’s still pretty hot out there.” She emphasised her statement with a wipe of her brow as she sat down.

“I think we should head out. Get these two down for a nap,” Jill told Brian quietly, but loud enough for all of them to hear.

“Why don’t we all go to dinner tonight? I can find something for us,” David asked, looking between everyone.

Everyone didn’t even need to think it over, more than willing to go out for dinner.

They all said their goodbyes, as Jill and Brian went back to the hotel with the girls. Y/N’s mother and father were staying with her, but David had an old friend that lived in Kansas City who he and Meredith would be catching up with before dinner, so they all left together. Y/N and Dean waved them all off as they drove away, stepping back into the house. Just as the door closed, she jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He leaned in, kissing her passionately.

“That went really well,” she mumbled against his lips, between kisses.

“You think so?” he asked, frowning.

She nodded, smiling as she bit her lip. “Absolutely. You did great!”

“Thanks,” he muttered, a small smile gracing his face.

“You can relax now,” she joked, kissing his lips softly. She wrapped her arms around him, tighter, leaning her forehead against his.

“How does an afternoon nap sound?” he asked, smirking.

“It sounds terrific,” she replied, returning his smile.

Dean carried Y/N towards her bedroom, laying soft kisses on her skin as he walked down the hallway. He was glad to have a little time with her before they met up with her family again later that evening, fully intending on cuddling up with her and enjoying a late afternoon nap in May.

After a relaxing snooze, Dean and Y/N got ready to go to dinner with her family. He went to his house to get dressed and quickly came back. She had gotten a text from Jill telling her where they would be going to eat, and Y/N relayed the information to Dean as she got dressed. He wore a fresh half-sleeve button-up shirt, in blue this time and his jeans, once again donning his boots. Y/N got dressed into a red with white polka dots, A-line, knee-length dress and pulled her hair into a tight ponytail.

Once she was dressed, she applied a touch of make-up, dancing to One of These Nights playing from her speaker as she stood in front of the mirror. Her hips swayed from side to side, not realising the pair of green eyes on her. Dean sat back in the chair across from the bed, smirking at the sight in front of him.

“Keep doing that and we’ll never leave, sweetheart,” he informed her, the smirk not leaving his face.

She shook her head, laughing slightly. “This song just gets me going.”

“I sure ain’t complaining,” he said, as he stood up.

Quickly moving behind her as she packed away her make-up, he grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the mirror and spinning her around. She laughed as he spun her, bringing her in close to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Fuck. The things you do to me,” he whispered in her ear and leaned back, looking into her eyes.

“You’re one to talk,” she countered, smiling as she wagged her eyebrows.

One of these dreams

One of these lost and lonely dreams, now

We’re gonna find one

Oh, one that really screams

I’ve been searching for the daughter of the devil himself

I’ve been searching for an angel in white

I’ve been waiting for a woman who’s a little of both

And I can feel her but she’s nowhere in sight

Dean turned her around in his arms, her back pressed close to his chest. Leaning down, he kissed along her neck, smirking against her skin as she let out a soft moan.

“You know… he’s definitely talking about you,” he murmured, pulling her close to him.

“I’m the daughter of the devil?” she asked, shocked as she scoffed a laugh.

“Yeah,” he said, simply. “But you’re an angel in white, too. A little of both… that’s perfect, if you ask me.” He smirked at her in the mirror as she shook her head, trying not to show her amusement as she stopped herself from smiling.

“You’re insane,” she laughed, lightly as she moved away from him. She picked up her black purse that matched her black heels and offered him her hand. “We better go, come on.”

“Fine,” he whined, with a pout.

His plan to seduce her would just have to wait.

Despite it being a weekend, the traffic wasn’t as bad as Dean thought it would be driving into Kansas City. Very soon, he pulled up into the parking lot of the restaurant, cutting the engine. He made a move to get out, but felt Y/N tug on his shirt, causing him to turn around and face her. She smiled at him as she slid across the bench seat, instantly wrapping her arms around him. Without a word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, in a slow, sensual kiss.

Pulling away and clearing his throat, he blinked a few times as he looked at her in wonder. “What was that for?”

She bit her lip as she continued to smile and shrugged her shoulders. “To thank you for today. I hadn’t said it yet.”

“There’s no need to thank me, babe,” he told her, chuckling lightly.

“Yes, there is,” she said, nodding as she looked at him. “The way you were today with all of them; it was amazing. The way you were with the girls…”

She visibly shivered as she looked at him, her eyes flicking down to his lips before she looked up again. Seeing him with her nieces awoke something inside of her that she didn’t think would happen so soon. The desire to have children with him.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, a smirk on his face.

She nodded as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his. “You’re so wonderful to everyone, Dean. You make everyone around you really happy.”

She saw his cheeks darken a little despite the lack of light in the car, and she thought it was the cutest thing ever. Slowly, one arm left the link around his neck, as her hand drifted down to the top of his jeans. She leaned in and kissed him in the same, sensual pace as her hand began to rub over the crotch of his jeans. As they continued to kiss, she felt him started to get hard under the denim.

He pulled away from the kiss, sighing. “Fuck, Y/N. We-we can’t, not here-”

She shushed him in a low tone, giving him that mischievous smile he loved so much. “It’s okay, no one’s going to see. Let me show you how much I appreciate you.”

She moved her other arm down too, as her hands quickly worked to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. Tugging them down, he lifted up slightly to let her pull them down to his thighs, his cock slapping against his lower stomach, semi hard.

Y/N kept her eyes on Dean’s as she brought her hand to her mouth, wetting it with saliva. She moved it down and took a hold of his cock, wrapping her fingers around the shaft in a firm grip. She slowly began to pump her hand up and down, her eyes never leaving him. She leaned in close to him, her eyes darkened.

“You’re so good to me, Dean,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. “You treat me so well. You’re the greatest man I’ve ever known.”

She felt his cock getting harder as she continued to stroke him. She leaned down and dropped more spit onto it, getting him nice and wet.

“You’re so kind, generous, loving, loyal,” she stated, as leaned in and pecked his lips, softly. “The way you make me feel… no one’s ever made me feel so good.”

Dean groaned as he looked down at her hand, watching it pump his cock. He looked up at her, his eyes hooded as he felt the familiar rush of arousal to his dick.

“Your cock is so perfect,” she moaned softly, looking between him and what she was doing. “It fills me up so good when it’s inside me, hits that spot inside of me that only you can reach.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted, his eyes flicking between her hand and her eyes. “Shit.”

Between the handjob and her words, he was going to cum sooner than he wanted to. He let out short puffs of air as he threw his head back over the top of the seat, his neck straining. She leaned in, kissing him at his pulse point, softly nipping at it.

“I fucking love this cock,” she moaned, kissing his neck. “And I love your tongue, and your mouth… when you suck on my clit… fuck, Dean you drive me crazy.”

Moving up onto her knees, she leaned over him, her face closer to his, staring into his eyes. Her other hand moved down and cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm.

“How do my hands feel, Dean?” she asked, quickly kissing his lips.

“Oh, fuck… feels-feels so fucking good, sweetheart,” he choked out, struggling to hold her gaze.

“Yeah?” she smirked, chuckling slightly at how much under her spell he was. “I bet I know what you want around this cock instead.”

Dropping more of her saliva onto his cock, she felt him throbbing against her hands as one continued to stroke him while the other paid attention to his balls. She moved her hand under the head of his cock, creating a ring and twisting her wrist, causing him to moan loudly. His eyes were shut tight, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he kept clenching it. The sight of him like that had her biting down on her lip, feeling herself getting wet as she looked at him.

“I love you so much, Dean Winchester. I love everything about you,” she whispered against his lips. “Look at me.”

Dean’s eyes snapped open as his breathing became more erratic. She kissed his lips as she kept her eyes open, looking down at him. She massaged the head of his cock with her fingertips, smirking as he bit down on his lip.

“Y/N, I… fuck, I can’t,” he stuttered, shaking his head. His mouth opened as his eyes closed again, a choked moan leaving him.

Her other hand took hold of his cock, as she began to work both hands along his shaft. He was close, his cock pulsing as she pumped her hands.

“You close, baby?” she asked, smiling down at him.

He nodded frantically as little grunts left his lips, his hands clenching into his jeans as they rested on his thighs.

“Look at me, Dean. I want you to look into my eyes when I make you cum,” she ordered, her hands picking up speed.

He opened his eyes again, causing her to smile when they met hers.

“That’s it, handsome. Just keep your eyes on me,” she said, smiling at him. Leaning in closer, she lowered her voice into a hushed tone. “I’m so happy you’re in my life, Dean. I can’t imagine it without you anymore. I want you forever.”

Her hands worked him faster, his cock throbbing more as she brought him closer to his release. She held one hand around the base of his cock, as the other continued to stroke him, her hand closing over the head firmly on every upward motion.

“Y/N,” he growled, through his clenched teeth. “Fuck, sweetheart, I-”

“You wanna cum, Dean?” she asked, smirking down at him.

He huffed as he looked up at her. “Y-Yeah.”

She moaned as she felt his cock throb and pulse. Looking into his eyes, she nodded approvingly. “Give me that cum, baby. Come on, cum for me, Dean…”

Dean felt his dick throb and threw his head back, letting out a loud, choked moan as ropes of cum spurted out of his cock. It all dripped over Y/N’s hand as she continued to jerk his shaft while he reached his high. She milked him for all he was worth and leaned down, lapping up everything he gave her from around her hand. She sucked at the tip of his cock to get the last of it into her mouth, before leaning up and looking at him as she swallowed. She smiled at him and winked, loving that she had an advantage. He shook his head as he looked at her, breathing heavily as he came down from his high.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, shutting his eyes as he laughed. He opened his eyes, staring up at the roof of the car. He licked his lips and turned his head, looking at her.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, gorgeous,” he told her, tugging on her hand and pulling her closer. He leaned up, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

“We better clean up and go in,” she stated, after pulling her mouth away from his.

“Oh, now you wanna go in?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Now? When I have to face your family after what you did to me?”

She laughed loudly as she picked up her purse and moved away from him, opening the passenger door and getting out of the car.

Y/N rested her purse on the hood and opened it, taking out a few napkins and cleaning up her hands. She took out her lipstick and compact mirror, reapplying it to her lips after her saliva got rid of some of it. Packing the items back into her purse, she slung it over her shoulder, watching through the windscreen as Dean fixed himself, zipped up his jeans and got out of the car.

“Shall we?” she asked, completely nonchalant. As if she hadn’t just given him a handjob in the car, in the middle of the parking lot of a restaurant. He looked her up and down, that dress making her look innocent which she absolutely wasn’t.

“Now you know what I mean when I say that song’s about you,” he told her, glaring at her, but a playful glint shone in his eyes too.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, shrugging.

“You’re evil, Y/N Y/L/N,” he muttered, still glaring at her. He couldn’t keep it for long however, as a small smile started to grow.

“You love me,” she stated, laughing.

“Yeah,” he agreed, as he walked over to her. He held out his hand which she took instantly. “Let’s go.”

They walked into the restaurant, quickly spotting her family and walking over to the table. They all greeted each other and then Y/N sat down next to Jill with Dean next to her. She looked over at him, smiling to herself as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“You okay there, Dean?” David asked.

Dean looked up at him, an eyebrow raised before he let out a small chuckle. “Just fine, sir. A lot of traffic on the road… just stretching out my legs.”

She pressed her lips into a thin line, trying to keep from laughing as she looked over the menu in front of her. Her eyes flicked up to see Dean glaring at her discreetly, before looking over the menu too. She bit her lip to keep from snickering as she ignored his gaze.

As the first round of drinks came and went, Dean entertained everyone with more stories of his past, making everyone at the table gravitate towards him. He usually hated being the centre of attention, but when he was comfortable with people, he was the life of the party. Y/N couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she watched him. He had been so nervous to meet her family, but now he just fit right in. As dinner came, she had to wrangle Evie away from Dean, as she wouldn’t let him eat, wanting his attention too. However, as dessert came around, she was fully cemented in Y/N’s lap; the two of them sharing a bowl of ice-cream.

“Aunty Y/N,” Evie got her attention in a hushed voice, leaning close to her ear.

“What’s up, honey?” Y/N asked, her tone hushed too.

“Are you gonna marry Dean?” Evie asked in return, cupping a hand near her mouth, making sure that Dean wouldn’t hear her.

Y/N looked down at her, amused as she laughed. “Do you want me to marry Dean?”

“Yes,” Evie nodded, enthusiastically. “He’s nice and played with me today. I want him to be my uncle.”

Y/N chuckled quietly, kissing her forehead. “You think he’ll make a good one?”

Evie nodded as she put a spoonful of ice-cream in her mouth.

“Yeah,” Y/N said, smiling as she stroked her niece’s hair with her other hand. She looked over at him, fully immersed in a conversation about cars with Brian and her father, and felt her heart skip a beat. “I think so, too.”

After dinner, they said their goodbyes to Jill, Brian and the girls who went back to the hotel they were staying in. Dean happened to be having a guys’ night with his brother and his friends the next day, so he invited Brian along. Jill was joining Y/N and her friends while their parents looked after the girls. Y/N was happy that her family would be meeting her second one, something that she had always hoped would happen. She was so elated that it finally was.

Dean pulled up outside his house, cutting the engine. He and Y/N both got out of the car, as she looked over to see her parents park her car in the driveway of her house. She closed her door and walked around to Dean’s side, smiling at him. She instantly moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She shook her head as she marvelled at him, pushing up on her toes despite her heels and leaning in, kissing him softly.

“What was that for?” he asked, when she pulled away.

“For being exactly who you are,” she replied, kissing him again. “Thank you for today. I know you were nervous, but god, you were incredible. I had no doubt that you would be, but I just wanted you to know that.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said, smirking. “Helps that they’re all awesome, just like you.”

She blushed as she shook her head, looking up when her parents approached them. She stepped back from Dean, opening her purse and taking out her keys.

“Give me those, and you stay here tonight,” Meredith said, gesturing to the keys.

“Mom-” she started but her mother cut her off.

“Nope, I know what you’re going to say. We know where everything is now, so we’ll be fine,” she stated, a small smile on her face. “And don’t try to argue with me. I know you both need your time together, too.”

She added a quick wink directed at Y/N, while David wasn’t looking. Y/N’s eyes widened as Dean cleared his throat, having seen the gesture.

“Mom,” Y/N gritted out, nodding over to her dad.

“Oh, trust me, he didn’t hear.” Meredith leaned over, kissing her cheek. “Goodnight, honey. Goodnight, Dean.”

“Night, kids,” David said, leaning in and kissing her cheek, too.

“Goodnight, Meredith. Goodnight, sir,” Dean nodded at both of them. They waved them off and watched them go into Y/N’s house, closing the door behind them.

They both walked up the driveway and into Dean’s house. Y/N walked into the kitchen and got herself a glass of water as Dean locked up, walking in after her. She took a sip but put the glass down, watching him. He smirked at her, raising an eyebrow.

“I think…” he trailed off, walking closer to her. “I need to get you back for that little stunt you pulled in the car.”

She smiled that naughty smile he loved so much, but it suddenly dropped into an innocent look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She really was the perfect combination of sweet and mischievous. All good girls were.

“Oh really?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

Suddenly, he dropped down quickly, wrapping his arms around her legs and lifting her up. He swung her over his shoulder as she squealed, lifting up his hand and landing a spank on her ass, causing her to yelp and laugh.

“Dean! Oh my god!” she cackled, hysterically as she hung upside down. “Put me down!”

“Nope. I’m taking you to bed, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice low and husky. It always told her what kind of mood he was in. “Teacher’s the one learning a lesson this time.”

Dean took off down the hallway with a laughing Y/N over his shoulder, ready to get her back in the best way possible.

-x-

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 2)

Chapter Summary: You did make a deal.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.5k

Warnings:+18 only, smut, sex deprived reader, boytoy!Bucky, mention to break ups, mention to bad sexual experiences, casual sex, opened relationship.

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Saturday mornings have always been like any other morning to you. Waking up early, making some black coffee and fixing up something quick to eat . Then checking up on your schedule for the day, which more times than you dare to count consisted of working from home and that’s it. Nothing special.

But this Saturday morning is nothing like the other ones, this morning has actually already passed since you wake up past noon, a lot later than you’re used to, take a long bath with all the pampering accessories you found in your bathroom - something you hadn’t done in a very long time- plaster your face with a moisturizing mask you’ve bought on a late night online shopping spree and has never used, wrap your body in a robe, your hair in a towel and go to the kitchen to make your usual black coffee but also a few chocolate pancakes as a treat to the atypical hunger making your stomach groan loudly.

ThisSaturday is nothing like the other ones because you have the memory, on your mind and your whole body, of three fantastic orgasms you were gifted with the night before. If it was up to you, Bucky Barnes and his sinful tongue would get all the awards in the world.

While you hum a soft tune and flip your pancakes, the night before replays like a movie on your mind, taking small giggles out of you and causing a warm rush to creep up your neck. The man sure knows his game, touching all the right places, playing with your body just perfectly, luring you into a very much needed and longed ecstasy. On top of that, he was nothing but generous and seemed to get himself off by getting you off and, now that you’re thinking about it, a man acting that way in bed is something entirely new to you.

You have to send Natasha a present, maybe that expensive vodka she’s always drinking…

The memory of your friend quickly fades and the sinful picture of Bucky Barnes’s face between your legs pops back into your mind as you drop the pancakes on a plate and sit by the counter to devour them with your coffee. What a night you had. The whole no strings attached situation makes it even more… enjoyable, you dare say, much more than you thought it would be. There is no dwelling on whether you should text him to say hello, or call him, no need to hold back who you really are or what you really want in favor to make a good impression, nor to think about meeting friends, family, no fear of disappointments from both sides… it was just plain good old sex, which you’ve realized it’s all you need and are looking for.

You hum at the sweet taste of the pancake and take a sip from your coffee. There’s no worries in your mind, no regrets, nothing like that. Except for one thought: the fact you didn’t even get to see his cock. The bulge alone grinding against you was already impressive enough to make your mouth water… Everything was amazing, more than perfect, actually, and left you completely spent and utterly satisfied, more than you’ve been in a long time, if you’re going to be honest with yourself. But now you only get to imagine how it would be if you two had gotten to the whole package, the real deal…

Unless…

You had thought about that night as a one-time occurrence, something to take your edge off and move on, but... He did propose a deal… And you did take said deal… to call him if you needed anything… You stare dreamily ahead as you take a fork filled with pancake to your mouth and flashes of the feeling of his bulge pressed against your back, grinding on your core take over your senses… it took your breath away then and just the memory is making a number on your lungs.

You sure have a need now.

Glimpsing your phone over the balcony, you reach for it, loving you don’t have to care whether it is too soon or not to do what you’re about to do…but a new message pops up on the screen as soon as you unlock it. Natasha letting you know she was sent away for a mission with Steve Rogers but should go back in a week and wanted to schedule dinner for you to tell her everything… You type her a quick answer, agreeing on dinner, before tapping on the brand new contact of your list, added by Natasha Romanoff herself.

Bucky “Soft Tongue” Barnes.

You’ll change it. Eventually…

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“So… my place this time, huh?”

The smirk on Bucky’s lips is cocksure enough to make you take a long sip of the beer he offered you, while he lazily leans his elbow on the backrest of his sofa, supporting his head on his hand. You're thankful for the alcohol and for the fact that, this time, he hasn’t gone straight to business. Yes, you’ve been feeling bold and excited in having those kinds of encounters with a - hot as fuck - guy you barely knew. But this is new, and you know you must be careful and gentle to yourself, so it doesn’t blow up in your face eventually. Thankfully, Bucky seems to read the situation just fine since he’s been in cue with your rhythm from the very first moment.

“Did you have any other plans?” you ask, biting your lower lip and hoping your presence isn’t actually a bother.

“I was happy to see your text.” Even if his answer is kind of vague considering your question, it eases the tension on your shoulders at his wide and comforting smile, “We did make a deal…” His voice is a tone lower as he peeks at you from under his lashes, taking his beer to his lips.

You take in a deep breath as your gaze drops to his lips, “Yes, we did.” You gulp, as your body tightens, feeling the rise of the tension in the air, enhanced by flashes of last night when you two settled said deal.

His chuckle is a tad dark and laced with mischief and oh, man it makes your skin tingles when he drags his body just an inch closer, his beautiful blue eyes fastened on you.

“Ahm, Bucky… can I ask you something?” You try not to let your voice come out too small, as the heat of his body rolls off to yours and makes your core flutter.

“Sure.”

“How does this work?”

He frowns as his head tilts a bit sideward, “This what?”

“This… ahm,” you clear your throat, “Deal… I mean, I’m pretty interested, pretty, pretty interested.” You stress the word and your eyes widen a bit at the honesty slipping out of your lips, but you realize that’s actually how being around Bucky has made you feel, giving his own honesty behavior with you, just like now when he expresses no kind of reaction that would make you feel embarrassed or anything of that nature, so you let yourself continue, “But you must know I’ve got out of a relationship recently. It was really serious …10 years.” You chuckle when he huffs and takes a sip of his beer, “Anyway, I’m not really sure how to handle this.” You gesture between you two, “Should we establish any sort of rules, or something?” You shrug questioningly. Every single movie you saw or book you read where the characters had a deal like that they ended up establishing some rules, you’re not sure if that’s what you’re supposed to do here, but…

“Rules?” His whole face scrunches up, “Let me tell you something, sweetheart,” he lets out a long exhale, “My entire life, all I did was to follow damn rules. Even to this day, I have to follow them all the time in my job, whether is from the fucking government, the pain in my ass which is Stark or Fury and, believe me, even from the giant asshole of my best friend who’s pretty jacked up now but was nothing than a skinny angry ass, like, yesterday… Yeah, you know the punk, don’t you?” He smiles when you hold back a laugh, “It’s all about rules, rules, rules… I have to endure them when it comes to work, but I don’t like them in my personal life.”

He smiles that dazzling smile and you can’t help to offer him a small one, too. You see where he’s coming from. Given what you know of his life, he lived a very strict, military life ever since an early age in the 30’s. You don’t even have to elaborate on what happened next and everything he endured… now he’s part of the damn Avengers… Just like that, you start to get a bit more of Bucky Barnes and why he seems to live his life so lightly and freely now…

“Listen…” he continues, after taking a sip from his beer, “Let’s just have some fun… I loved spending time with you last night, I love that you’re here now and I love even more the prospects of tonight…” He smirks and you gulp down at the promise that comes with it, “I just wanna enjoy our time together, I don’t need rules to do that.” He pauses, as his face turns a bit more serious, differing from the light demeanor he’s been showing so far, “Do you wanna set any rules, though?”

You ponder his question. You did bring the subject up, because that’s what you think you should’ve done, but, now that you think about it, nothing comes to your mind. You kinda love his philosophy. No overthinking, just fun and no rules… “No, actually. I can’t think of anything,’ you decide.

“Great.” He smiles and nods, before his face turns serious again, “There’s one thing I need to clear up, though.” He stops and looks deeply into your eyes, as waiting for your consent before continuing.

“Oh, alright.” You encourage him to elaborate.

“As much as I’m looking forward to getting to know you and spending time with you, there’s absolutely no prospect of this turning into some kind of romantic relationship. See, I like the way I live my life too much and chances are I won’t be exclusive to you,” he says fixing his gaze on yours as if gauging your reaction to what his words, “What I’m saying is if I feel like it, I’ll have sex with other people and I highly encourage you to do the same if that’s something you want. The serum made me immune to any disease, but I’m obviously not against protection,” he adds and you feel your cheeks burning, it still blows you away how comfortably he talks about sex and how blatantly honest he is. You like and are getting used to it, but you’re just not there yet, “We can be friends, or not, we can just fuck our brains out, but we won’t go further than that. I need to know you’re aware and consenting on this, I need to know you’re on the same vibe as mine before we continue… having fun together.” He speaks seriously, but you see the tiny and suggestive curl on his lips when he finishes and waits for your answer.

You let out a small laugh under your breath, “I wouldn’t stress about it… I’m still in love with my boyfriend, to be honest. So, don’t worry about me wanting to turn this into something ahm… romantical.” You wave your hand between the two of you.

“Uh, ok,” He raises a brow and nods, pondering your response, “We’re cool then?” He checks again.

“We’re cool,” You nod and raise your beer.

He promptly bumps his bottle to yours as you seal your deal with a toast and a shared smile.

“So, still in love with him, huh?” He asks, absentmindedly, after you two take a sip from the beer, “Was it a bad break up?”

“Not really,” you answer, looking down at your finger circling the rim of the bottle, “I just wasn’t expecting it… I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with him… it was settled.” You shrug, “And then, nothing was certain anymore. I’m sorry,” you quickly add, shaking your head with a tight smile on your lips. The last thing you want is to talk about Eddie. And you’re pretty sure that’s not what Bucky expects from the night, either.

“Hey.” He hooks his finger under your chin, lifting it up so you look back at him, “No rules remember? We can talk, we’re not sex robots or anything.”

Your head falls back when you laugh, “Alright.” You nod as he smiles at you, “But I don’t really want to talk about my breakup, now.”

He nods back, accepting your position, “Can I ask you something?” He’s the one to talk again after you two drink from the beer, “Last night,” he continues when you give him your consent, “When I went down on you. Was that the first time?”

There he goes again, talking so freely... You don’t feel your cheeks burning this time, though.

“No,” you answer, and he lifts his eyebrows, showing a bit of surprise at the answer, “It was the second, actually…” You’re quick to add, tightening your lips, “That obvious, huh?” You laugh quietly as your shoulders drop a bit.

Bucky shrugs, “It’s just that you seemed a bit self-conscious about it…” He brings his bottle to his lips, but stops it midair, “At first…” he smirks at you once again and winks.

You let out a small chuckle, looking down, playing with the almost empty bottle in your hands, “And I was…” You turn your body to face him, folding your legs on his sofa and leaning your arm on his backrest. It might be the alcohol, or just his laid-back and comforting presence that makes you want to share it with him, “You see, I’ve dated Eddie since college and he was my first…you know?” You bit on your lower lip as he nods at you to continue, nothing changing on his expression at the information, “And what happened was that he was never really a fan of that… we tried once, years ago and that was it… I knew he was grossed out by it, so I never asked him again.”

Clearing your throat, you look away, bringing you your beer to your lips to conceal any sign of embarrassment your face might indicate, you can’t believe you just shared that with him, you know how pitiful that sounds and what a turn off that must be. You’re there to have sex and are sharing how unexperienced you are? Not cool.

You feel his eyes fixed on you, and, when your gaze is attracted to his like a magnet, the pity you thought you would see on his face just isn’t there. Instead, it’s something entirely different you catch on his expression and his eyes. Never parting his focus from you, he puts his beer on the center table and reaches for yours, placing it next to his. He drags his body closer, and his smell – no cologne, just his own manly smell with a hint of what must be a fancy shampoo- fills in your nostrils, making you breathe in deeply the inebriant scent, “You know what came to my mind while I was listening to you?”

The sultry tone in his voice is almost hypnotic as your lips part and your gaze drops to his, “What?” you murmur.

“Last night…” He licks his lips before drawing his lower one between his teeth, “Your taste…” He leans forward, brushing his lips on your earlobe, causing your breath to hitch in your throat, “Your shaky legs around my shoulders…” His flash hand finds your knee before sneaking up your thigh, carrying goosebumps on its way, “And those sinful sounds you made while I had your pussy in my mouth.” He grabs your earlobe in a gentle bite at the same time his wandering hand grabs harshly the flesh of your thigh underneath your dress, pulling a breathy whine out of you.

He drags his lips to yours and the kiss is sensual, slow moves of his tongue against yours as his lips are a soft and breathtaking caress. You realize you would be willing to spend the whole night just like that… kissing him, as your tongue laces around his and he lures you to melt into him… But he seems to have other plans in mind. You can’t help but seek his lips again as he parts them from yours.

“And this is what thinking about all of that does to me…” Boring his blue, now darker than ever, eyes on yours he grabs your hand from your lap and brings it to the bulge in his pants.

You gasp at the sensation in your hand as he guides your hand with his to brush the firm and large hardness. Everything about the situation is sexy and makes you light in your head and hot in your body: the way he moans as you move your hand, his warm breath slipping from his parted lips and fanning over yours, how his eyes flutter for just a second before fixing on yours again, his scent, his shameless words…

“Just to think about eating your pussy…the mere thought of it…. Fuck, it turns me on,” he whispers and lets go of your hand, allowing it to move on its own as he lunges at you again, kissing and nibbling your lips a lot harder than the first time

You kiss him back fiercely while keeping your hand on his cock, palming it through his jeans. You already can tell how thick he is and a fluttering sensation bubbles down your lower belly as the desire to feel his cock inside you takes over your senses and makes you weak in your legs.

“Shit, I can’t wait to do that again…” He drags his lips down your collarbone, whispering between kisses and licks on your skin, “But right now, what I want is to feel your pussy around my cock. Is that what you want, too?”

“Oh, yeah,” you promptly answer, eyelashes fluttering shut at the thought as you press your hand harder against his hardness and digs your finger on his loose locks, “I want it… I want this cock so bad.”

“Bedroom,” he announces, swiftly getting up and pulling you with him.

By the time you get to his bedroom, he already has his shirt off and you’re only in your set of black lingerie, discarded clothes and shoes left on the short way from the living room. Peppering kisses down his neck, you unbutton and unzips his jeans.

“Holy fuck.” It slips out of you in a breath when you look down and takes sight of his cock bobbing between you two as you pull his pants along with his underwear down his legs.

It’s big… and thick… and beautiful, you dare say…"Wow," it slips out of you unannounced as you keep staring down and you hear a chuckle from him, a tad too smug chuckle, because he damn well knows… of course, he does.

As he proceeds to ravish your neck, grabbing two handfuls of your ass through your underwear, you can’t help but wrap your fingers around him. You can’t take your eyes off your hand playing slowly with it, entranced by how thick and hard he is, anticipating the feeling of him inside you as you swipe your thumb over the tip...

“Stop, stop.” The rasped plea takes you out of your reverie as his forehead falls on your shoulder and his hand stops yours, “I’ll come all over your hand if you keep that up,’ he explains, laying a kiss on the crook of your neck.

You chuckle and bring your arms to circle his broad shoulders instead, peppering kisses on his stubbled jaw.

“Let’s go to bed, or this will be over too soon.” You can hear the smile on his lips as he squeezes your ass and steps out of his bunched jeans and underwear, guiding you to his bed.

Through kisses, licks, bites, and wandering hands on each other, he lays you down and positions himself hovering you after unhooking and taking off your bra with the same expertise from the night before. He focuses on your breasts, sucking each one of them with intense hunger before shifting on his knees, leaving your breasts and whole body burning for his touch.

He moves towards the nightstand and opens the drawer to get a condom. The position gives you a prime view of his fully erected cock. The little dark path turning into the well-trimmed little hairs right above it shows you how careful he is with himself and the thought of your tongue running down on it pops into your mind and sparks the electricity running down your inside. On its own will, your hand snakes down your stomach till your clothed mound.

A particularly loud sigh of you is what catches Bucky’s attention as he rips the package with his teeth. His eyes drop to where your hand rubs you covered pussy and his cock twitches at the vision.

“Shit… yeah, touch yourself….” He breathes, as he rolls off the latex around his cock.

You promptly slide your fingers under your underwear and find out how wet you are. You draw gentle circles on your clit, never taking your eyes off his burly and beautiful figure, the tightness in your core is a crescendo as you catch every little detail of his perfect body and his hooded eyes on you.

Still kneeling on the mattress, he positions himself in front of your opened legs, but just stays there, hypnotized by the spot where you touch yourself, placing his hands on your knees and spreading your legs wider for him, his pupils growing darker and darker with lust.

You sigh and moan at the pleasure brought by your fingers, but the exposed situation you are in and the sight of him staring down so hungrily at your pussy prompts the tight coils flaming inside you. Just a couple of days and you’re finding out a few things you had no idea about yourself. One of them is that you actually love that kind of filthy exposition. It feels wrong and intimate and fucking sexy.

He grips his cock, giving it a few slow strokes and it’s all a sweet torture that you can’t take anymore.

“Bucky…Please, fuck me.” Your voice comes out laced in a mix of plea and guttural groan you didn’t know you had in you.

Dark eyes flick to yours. “Oh, yeah? Do you want me to fuck you?” he teases, showing no mercy to your desperation.

“Hard…” you correct him, gritting your teeth, “I want you to fuck me hard.”

His eyes widen and his chest moves up when he sucks in a breath. You’re really that eager that you can’t control your words anymore, but you love the effect it has on him. He pulls your fingers from under the lace of your underwear and leans down to bring them to his mouth. Your lips part at the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, his eyes fluttering shut as he moans sucking the two fingers clean. Your taste seems to stir something in him and the world around you spins when big strong hands turn you over roughly.

“On your fours,” he growls. The grasp of his hands on your ass tugs at your core.

You promptly comply, getting yourself in the position he wants you in as he keeps himself behind you. You yelp when he swiftly pulls your underwear down your knees, the lace stretching around them as he spreads your legs. Looking from over your shoulder you watch him cursing under his breath and gripping the base of his impossibly hard cock and guiding it to your slit, coating his hardness with your arousal.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper as the hardness brushes against your clit.

“In a second…” He smirks when his gaze crosses yours. He leans over and pushes your back down, positioning your ass in the air as you lay your head on his pillow. Bucky grabs your hand and guides it to your pussy.

He doesn’t need to say what he wants you to do as your fingers quickly start working on your clit and he aligns himself with your entrance. He pushes the tip in and it knocks the air out of your lungs as you brace yourself on his pillows with your unoccupied hand, speeding up the finger on your clit. Bucky groans as he pushes himself in, inch by inch. You’re soaking wet and he doesn’t find much resistance, but it’s been a year for you, so you’re very aware of the stretch on his way in.

“Shit,” you wheeze, loving how full you feel when he’s all his way in, both of his hands grasping your hips tightly.

“Oh, damn, you feel amazing.” He groans and you clench around him, “Oooo, someone has a praise kink, huh?” A teasing tone in his words.

Do you? You wouldn’t know… all you know is how your whole body and mind respond to having him inside you and how his sultry words make your head dizzy. It’s an aching and floating sensation all at once. You feel light and heavy and hot and eager for him to move.

Like he’s reading your mind, he starts his pace. His fat cock stretches your walls at every jerk of his hips, increasing in rhythm as it feels easier for him to slide in and out of you. It doesn’t take long before he’s pounding into you, a punishing hold on your hips to keep you steady enough to him. Being the discoverer of your weakness, he punctuates every pound with grunted words of praise, telling how good and wet you feel around his cock.

He feels good, too. He feels so damn good, his cock brushing and hitting all of the sweetest spots inside you, the sound of skin slapping against skin... Your mind is a fuzz and your head sinks into his pillow, muffling your moans as you just take it, your body moving along with his powerful thrusts. The coil that’s been twisting your lower belly getting tighter and tighter. You want to come on his cock so bad, you press your fingers hard against your sensitive numb.

“Fuck, yeah, work on that clit, I wanna feel you soaking that cock,” Bucky coos, curling an arm around your stomach and, when you notice, you’re on your knees with your back to his chest. Slick skin burns against slick skin as he drags his metal hand over yours on your pussy, guiding your finger in a different direction, making you gasp at the new sensation the subtle shift brings.

“Oh, God.” You can’t and don’t want to hold back anymore as it’s all more than you can handle and the tightness inside your belly washes over your core in sheer ecstasy. Your back arches and your head falls back on his shoulder as you cry out a mindblowing orgasm.

“Shh,” he whispers in your ear, slowing down his pace, “That’s it, oh fuck,” he curses at the feel of your cunt gripping his cock.

Your senses aren’t fully functioning yet when he pulls out, throws you back on the mattress and flips you over, swiftly taking off the underwear that was stretched around your knees. A delicious smile curls your lips at all the manhandling because you want more and he’s giving it to you, driving himself inside you again, lifting your legs with his forearms, resting them over his shoulders and not holding back on the almost inhuman speed as he thrusts his hips.

He leans over, captures your lips and you curl your arms around his neck as he fucks you. Hard. Just like you said you wanted him to. You had no idea you were so flexible but what a way to find out, having the hottest guy you’ve ever met balls deep -really deep - into you while his tongue curls around yours.

Parting his lips from yours he releases your legs and they promptly wrap them around his hips as he supports himself with his forearms on each side of you and arches his back and to allow him to drag his lips to ravish your breasts, which he seems pretty fond of already. You push his thrusts impossibly harder and deeper with your feet as he alternates from sucking one and the other, licking and grazing his teeth around your sensitive nipples, your vision blanking at the light pain mixed with the pleasure he’s giving to you with his mouth and his damn perfect cock inside you. He doesn't give you time to cool down from the last orgasm as your mind freezes, focusing solely on the dazzling sensations in your body.

“So fucking sexy.” The praise reverberates through your skin and it really seems to be a kink of yours as, joined with the expert roll of his hips, he brings you to another orgasm. A smaller one compared to the first, but powerful enough to make your body shake and to coax a series of moans out of you.

Bucky lets your breast go with a popping sound after a particularly hard suck and shifts back to his knees.

Still in the daze of your second orgasm, a weak sound leaves your lips through panting breathing as your hips leave the mattress when, pulling your legs straighten up together and keeping them securely against his chest with one arm, he pounds into you until an guttural grunt rolls from his lungs and his hips still. He shoves his hips into yours a couple of times, deep and powerful,, spilling his own pleasure into the condom, before letting your legs loose and pulling out. The sensitivity etches a hiss out of you before his body drops next to yours.

For a while, all that fills the room is the sound of sharp pants from both of you. In the past year, you came to think to think that maybe sex wasn’t that important to you and that maybe it wouldn’t matter if it happened or not…What a damn fool.

You do like sex. Love it, actually. And it is fucking amazing and important to you, no doubt of that, you realize while your eyes shut and you allow yourself to drown into the delicious ache that covers your muscles while aftershocks of your orgasms cause occasional spasms all over your body.

“Holy shit.” Bucky’s the first one to speak, still fighting to breathe, “That was-”

“Fucking amazing,” you complete, breathing hard, but with a blissful smile on your lips you tilt your head towards him, “Thank you, Bucky. You have no idea how much I needed this.” You add, too deep in your daze to care whether you sound pathetic or not.

He laughs loudly and the corner of his eyes crinkle with it, “My pleasure, beautiful, my pleasure.”

A few more moments pass with both of you laying there and enjoying the after state of what you just did until the mattress moves when he gets up.

You gather your strength to lift your head enough to watch him walking towards the bathroom, rolling off the condom out of his semi hard cock.

As you’re alone in his bed, that’s when an awkward feeling freezes up your chest in contrast to the heat you’ve surrendered to so far. What the hell are you supposed to do now? Do you leave? Do you stay? Can you take a shower? You could definitely use one… You know he said no rules and you agreed, but some guidance would suit you pretty well right now.

“Hey,” his voice takes you out of your own mind puzzle, “Your turn.” A soft towel is thrown at your face.

You grab it in your hands and look up at him with a glare. He’s laughing as he walks towards you, still butt naked, and your glare quickly dissipates into a playful one. “The bathroom is all yours now. There is liquid soap, shampoo and other stuff there if you need them,” he offers casually, sitting by the corner of the bed, “I’m starving, Chinese sounds good?”

You sit, too, holding the towel in your hand, “Yeah,” you frown before nodding “Sure, Chinese sounds great, actually.”

“Alrighty, then.” He taps on the mattress and gets up. You gaze falls down to his perky butt cheeks moving as he walks towards the door. He stops by the frame and looks back at you with that mischievous look of his, “Then, I’ll be ready for dessert.” He darts out that sinful tongue of his and runs it over his lips.

The brief awkward coldness you felt is replaced by a flush of a welcoming heat creeping up your body.

You smirk back at him, “Can’t wait.”

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HONGJOONG (ft. Yunho)

Finally, after this long day at the mall, you could enjoy silence at the dorm. You spent the whole day at the mall, trying to find an outfit for the incoming award show. As a Saturday, the entire mall was crowded, and you bumped sometimes on people. The music was louder than usual and people too. You had only one thought and it was to go back home as fast as possible. Instead of your apartment, you ended in the dorm. You thought that it would be noisier, as always, but everything seemed strangely quiet. “Why are they so quiet?” You whispered, head resting on your boyfriend’s chest. “We had a long day. I think they are tired and it’s a good thing because I can’t handle any yells or fights today.” He replied. You didn’t add anything, you just enjoyed the warmness of his body. Hongjoong settled a little atmosphere. He played a chill music, turned off the lights and opened the window so you could hear, a little bit, the city below. You were at 2 seconds of falling asleep when someone knocked loudly at the door. Not a single and quiet knock but one of the loudest knocks you’ve heard. “Oh hell...” sighed your boyfriend, taking a deep breath. “Come in.”

You glanced at the door frame to look at the intruder. “Y/N! HYUNG!” Yelled Yunho. You instantly had a headache. You weren’t expecting him to scream like this. “Yunho-” you tried to tell him to lower his voice. “WHEN ARE YOU HAVING A BABY HUH?” You blinked dumbly at this question. “When we what?” Asked Hongjoong. Yunho entered the room, “Mingi and I made a bet! Who’s going to the best uncle!” He said proudly. “And everyone knows that it’s me!” “No! It’s me!” You heard Mingi yelling from the living-room. Hongjoong rubbed his head. “Can we talk about that later huh? We are busy r-” “Aah,” he winked. “Busy making us uncles already? I got you.” He said leaving the room. “Did he really thing we were going to-” you whispered. “Let’s see in 9 months! They’re busy making one!” “Oh god...” you sighed falling back in the mattress.

SEONGHWA (ft. Yeosang)

You were eating with Seonghwa in the kitchen. You were enjoying a simple dinner together since the other members weren’t there. But when you take out the tiramisu for the dessert out of the fridge, Yeosang entered the dorm. He immediately greeted both of you and went to his bedroom. You thought that he was about to sleep but 5 minutes later he joined you and your boyfriend in the kitchen, sitting right in front of you. “How was your day?” Asked Seonghwa, enjoying the bitterness of the dessert. “Pretty good. I met an old friend and we went to a cafe to talk about our high school years.” He quickly resumed as always. “Oh that’s really cool!” You added, happy for him. He nodded, stealing his Hyung’s spoon to eat a piece of Tiramisu. “Actually,” he chewed loudly. “I have a question for both of you.” “What is it?” You asked, curious. “When are you going to make a baby?” He chewed again. At his question, you almost choke with the dessert. You weren’t expecting a such intimate question. “When Y/N wants to. But no rush.” Replied Seonghwa calmly, grabbing back his spoon. “Wh- wait wait!” You stopped him. “Why you are not shocked about this question?” Your boyfriend shrugged. “It’s not big deal.” “N-not a big deal?” You repeated, freaking out. “I’m not ready yet to have a baby!” “That’s why I said when you want to.” “Don’t be too long.” Said Yeosang, standing up. “Wait! Why did you ask this? There’s a link with the meeting with your friend?” “No,” he shook his head. “I just have some love to give and I’ll be glad to give him to your baby.” Completely surprised now you didn’t say anything more. “You are all crazy!” You yelled before eating your dessert again, trying to reduce the blush on your cheeks.

YUNHO (ft. San)

You were wrapped in Yunho’s arms. Your favorite place to be perfectly relaxed. You were watching a new K-Drama and useless to say that you were totally immersed by it. San was on his phone, sometimes looking at the screen and the other time on his phone. You didn’t notice it, but he was planning something. “Y/N?” Whispered San. “Hum?” You replied, not even looking at him. “What do you think of these?” He sat up on the couch and showed his phone screen to you. “Baby dresses?” You raised a brow. “Yes! They are cute right?” “Yes, it is. As always when it comes to babies.” You stated. “Maybe I should buy one then.” He said before sitting down to his seat. You stared at Yunho who was surprised by his friend too. “There’s something you didn’t say to us San?” He asked. “Me?” “Yes, you.” You replied. “Why do you want to buy baby things? There’s no baby here.” “For yours.” He claimed. Yunho immediately looked at you again. “Y/N are you pregnant?” He lifted your hoodie to check if there was a round belly. “What? Hell no! I’m not pregnant.” You slapped his hand. “Then what is he talking about?” “I have no idea! San what is going on? We are not having a baby.” “You should. I need to be an uncle.” “There’s a plenty of time to make you… an uncle. And maybe another member will have a baby before us.” Stated Yunho. “Relax guys. I was just kidding with you.” He smiled. “You are so evil,” you whispered. “But to be honest you persuaded me that I want to be an uncle soon.” “If I don’t kill you before.” You threatened him. “Come on, you won’t kill the best uncle of the year!” “Shut up,” you throw a pillow at him playfully.

YEOSANG (ft. Wooyoung)

You were partying with the whole group tonight. Another group were celebrating their anniversary since their debut in the K-Pop industry. Yeosang invited you. There’s no way he would leave you at home while he was having fun. Plus even if you weren’t drinking, it was always good to hang out with you. Just when the party was getting more and more intense, you went outside with your boyfriend to get some fresh air. “I forgot how partying with you was fun,” you laughed, sitting on the bench. “How can you forget that I am the craziest between us!” “I don’t know, you always seem so serious and chill compared to the other.” You explained. Yeosang and you weren’t dating since a long time. It’s been 2 months that you officially started to date. You always learned a plenty of thing these last days. “You mean I’m the quiet one! They are all so-” he started. “YEOSANG-HYUNG! Y/N!” Yelled Wooyoung, exiting the house. “Loud...” he finished. “I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU!” “Stop yelling we can hear you!” Growled your boyfriend. “What do you want Wooyoung?” You gently asked. “I have a request!” “Oh god...” Wooyoung smiled and held your hands. “Woo what the hell,” you tried to remove yourself from his grip. “I know you met each other since not a long time ago but I really like you, so I wanted to ask you this.” “Are you confessing to my girlfriend right now?” Asked Yeosang. “What? Hell no!” He shouted. “No offense Y/N but you are not really my type.” “It’s okay.” You giggled. “Then what do you want to ask?” “Oh yeah! When are you going to have a baby?” “I would prefer his confession...” you said, surprised. “It’s just that one of my friends told me how good it is to be an uncle! So… I want to be one! AND A GOOD ONE!” “Let’s go back inside,” sighed Yeosang, pulling you back in the house. “HEY! DON’T LEAVE ME THERE OR I WILL TEACH MY NEPHEW OR NIECE HOW TO BE LOUD AS ME!” “If someday we have a baby, can we move out of this country?” He asked you.

SAN (ft. Seonghwa)

The group and you were in the van, heading to their last stage for Inception’s promotion. You were between Seonghwa and your boyfriend, San. Because of your upcoming exams, you were sleepy the whole road to the broadcast building. Your head was resting on San’s shoulder while he was rubbing the palm of your hand slowly. He knew that you were tired, so he asked the group the be a little quieter than usual. Things that they did without asking. They were so respectful. But Seonghwa was a little bit too excited today. You noticed it because he was non-stop saying “cute” at his phone and giggling a bit. Without paying more attention to him, you tried to take a quick nap. Just when you were finally resting peacefully, you heard your boyfriend talking, or whispering, with the eldest member. His body was shaking a bit, so you lost the comfiness of this human pillow a bit. “Don’t! We are not having one right now!” “Come on!” “Don’t wake her up!” You heard a slap noise in front of your face. You cracked an eye and saw Seonghwa’s phone in front of your face. “What are you doing weirdos?” You asked, not removing your head off his shoulder. “See! You woke her up!” Growled San. “I wasn’t really sleeping don’t worry.” You reassured him. “What’s going on Hwa?” “Remember when we were talking about this little baby yesterday?” You nodded, not understanding why he was talking about that. “You said that you loved her little shirt.” “Ah the one saying, ‘best baby in the world’?” You giggled, remembering the cute baby. “Yes! I was curious so I went to their website and there’s a plenty of cuter things!” He smiled. “Ah really?” You glanced at this phone. “Yes! So I asked San when you are going to make a baby so I could buy one.” He simply said. Your head fell of San’s shoulder. You weren’t expecting this, at all. Your boyfriend facepalmed next to you. “I’m sorry babe.” “Oh come on! It’s not like we don’t hear you doing a bunch of sinful things almost… every day.” You blushed furiously and tried to hide your face behind your hands. “Hyung!” Shouted San, more ashamed than you. “He’s right,” added Mingi, behind you. “So when are you going to make these make out session useful and give us a niece or nephew?” He asked, enjoying how both of you were shy. “Please, open the door so I can jump off the van.” You whispered to San.

MINGI (ft. Jongho)

“Jongho can you bring some snacks for us.” Asked Mingi in the bottom bunk bed. The maknae growled loudly from the upper bed. “Why always me?” “You are the baby. And the baby needs to help the elders.” “Sorry Jongho...” you apologized. “But he doesn’t want me to get up.” “It’s okay. I know it’s not your fault Y/N.” He sighed. Jongho woke up and ordered to his hyung’s order. “Why you don’t do it by yourself?” You pinched his arm. “Why should I do it when he can do it for me?” He smirked. “You are so mean!” You pinched him again. “He doesn’t have to do this!” “Okay okay! This is the last time I will ask him to do or bring something for me.” “Good.” “Or at least when you are there...” he added, whispering enough for you to not hear it. “Idiot. I heard you.” Mingi laughed and buried his face on your neck. He was enjoying your presence so much that he couldn’t leave you for a second. When everything went quiet again in the room, Jongho entered back in. “Here’s your snacks.” He almost threw on his friend’s body. “Thank you Jongho,” you thanked him, appreciating his attention. “I talked with Y/N and she persuaded me to-” started Mingi. “When are you having a baby?” Cut the maknae straight. The chips pack you were struggling to open, suddenly popped up. Spreading few of them on the bed. “What did you say?” You asked him to repeat. “When you, Y/N, are you getting pregnant?” “Jongho what the hell,” said Mingi, throwing his pillow at him. “I want you guys to have a baby!” He added, not scared of Mingi or you neither. “Why? I mean- we are too young, and we are not even-” “Bla bla,” muttered Jongho. “Just make a baby so I won’t be the baby of the group anymore.” He finally explained before getting up in his bed again. You punched your boyfriend’s arm again, “see! I’d you were not so lazy we would avoid this awkward conversation!” “I hope you guys are thinking about my idea.” He added from the upper bed. “We won’t get a baby Jongho!” Yelled back Mingi. “Or at least not now...” “It’s okay. I will ask you this question every day.” You didn’t know but the maknae was enjoying this situation so much. He heard you punching Mingi again and again because you were shy and awkward about this question. Finally, he might get some peace from his member.

WOOYOUNG (ft. Hongjoong)

“Let’s go to the amusement park babe!” Said Wooyoung, plopping on the couch next to you. You pointed at the big window in the living-room. “What?” He asked, not understanding what you meant. “It’s raining. Why do you want to go to the amusement park when it’s raining?” “It’s a detail... we can have so much fun tonight! There will be fireworks and other stuff like that.” He said enthusiastically. “I don’t think the firework will stay planned with this rain.” Added Hongjoong, eyes glued on his laptop. “We can go tomorrow, there will be a pretty cool weather.” You showed him your phone screen. “No I want to go today!” He insisted, almost acting like a child. “I don’t want to stay under the rain for the whole night Wooyoung. And should I remember you that you can’t be sick because of your upcoming promotions?” “Listen to your girl Woo.” “Come on... both of you are no fun.” He rolled his eyes. “The rain will stop soon I’m sure.” You laid back on the couch, not wanting to waste your time to change his mind. “Come on! Don’t act like you were tired. Just grab your coat, an umbrella and come with me.” He grabbed your phone so you could focus on him. “Wooyoung...” you grunted. “I really don’t want to.” “Just an hour? Or at least 2 hours? We can leave after the firework!” He almost begged you. “Poor Y/N... I can imagine your child being so headstrong. As his or her father.” Said Hongjoong. You blushed a bit, it was not the comment you expected but you didn’t want to make a big deal about it. “By the way...” he finally turned around to face both of you. “When are you having a baby? It’s been a long time now since you know each other.” “Aren’t we supposed to get married before?” Giggled Wooyoung. You glanced at your boyfriend. He was really imagining you being his wife. Or the mother of his kids? “Depends. People don’t really care now. It’s up to you.” Replied the leader. “But I’m really curious to see how this baby will grow up with a father like you.” “Let’s go to the amusement park Wooyoung!” You shouted, a bit too loudly. “Oh finally you want t-” “Just go!” You pulled him in the hallway. Before leaving the room, you saw Hongjoong smirking at you. He probably said something touchy for you to react like this.

JONGHO (ft. Mingi)

You just came back once again from the bathroom. Since this morning, you threw up your meals and even your soul at this state. It’s been a long time since you didn’t get this sick. Your boyfriend was worried for you. You were always so strong and so healthy. “Are you okay Y/N?” Asked Mingi, walking up to the hallway lazily. “Yes,” you obviously lied but you didn’t need him to worry about you. “Are you sure? Because it’s been almost 2 hours that I hear you throwing up your entire soul there. Like every 5 minutes.” “I’m okay. I just ate something wrong; I don’t know.” You sat back on the couch. “Where’s Jongho?” “He went to the pharmacy for me. Even if it’s not necessary.” “What are your symptoms exactly?” You tried to suppress the throw up feeling coming in your throat. But sadly, you rushed to the bathroom once again. “Vomit for sure,” he concluded. 2 minutes later, Jongho came back to the dorm, hands full of medicines and snacks. “Oh you are finally home.” Stated Mingi, standing in front of the bathroom’s door. “Where is Y/N? Is she okay?” “She’s still throwing up, but she said that ‘I’m okay’.” He mimicked your voice. Just at this time, you opened the door, almost making the tall boy falling. “Oh you are back.” “You look... miserable.” Claimed Jongho, putting his hand on your forehead to check if you had fever. “Are you guys hiding something from us?” “What are you talking about?” “You are going to make us uncles, right?” He smiled proudly. “I will have someone to give my love to.” You stared at your boyfriend. He was speechless as you. “I’m not pregnant Mingi.” You declared. “I’m just sick.” He was doubting about this a bit but the look you had was clear enough to erase this assumption. “Well okay. Too bad.” “Too bad?” Repeated Jongho. “When are you going to have a baby? I want you guys to have a baby! I want someone to give my love to!” He pouted. “Just find a girlfriend or give your love to us.” Replied the maknae. “No I want a mini me.” He claimed. “Not exactly a mini me because, he or she, will be your child but I will help this child to be cool as me!” He smiled proudly. “I think I’m going to throw up again,” you stated in front of this scene. You slammed the door behind you. Mingi blinked at his friend. “Do you think she’s going to think about it?” “You are unbelievable Mingi...” sighed Jongho, entering the bathroom to check on you.

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fific7 · 4 years

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Dangerous and Divine - Part 7

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & some lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral between consenting adults, some stalking behaviour. Some drinking & swearing.

(My GIF)

It could have some bearing on the case, she thought, trying to justify this course of action to herself.

She ignored that other little voice in her head which said to her that she was just plain jealous.

Madani’s heels clicked briskly along the corridor and once she turned into her office, she back-heeled the door closed.

She’d come into the office earlier than usual, as she knew deep down that she’d no real justification for using Homeland resources to find out whatever information she could on Billy’s little lady friend.

Her re-usable coffee cup hit the desk with a small bang, her bag got dropped onto the floor and she shoved it further to one side with her foot. She sat down at her desk and switched on her laptop, then quickly signed in and navigated to one of Homeland’s most comprehensive databases, aka WESL. Federal agencies did love their acronyms. This one was actually a little in-joke within her agency; it was pronounced ‘weasel’ and the letters stood for Where Everyone’s Shit Lives. You could find out just about anything about anyone in there.

Madani didn’t know the woman’s name but that wouldn’t stop her. Breadcrumbs, a little trail of breadcrumbs - she’d follow that trail until she tracked her down. Fingers flying over the keyboard, she typed in the name and address of the café in Chelsea. That led to the parent company, and she thought at first she might have to dig through all the company data to find a personnel list.

But no such data-mining was necessary. There on the very first page of company details was a photograph of the CEO. Madani leant back in her chair and took a sip of her almost-cold coffee, staring - no, glaring - at the photo and taking in every detail.

Well, well, well. Not a waitress then.

She cut and pasted the woman’s name into another part of the database, and hit Search. It listed up a whole string of links, and Madani started scrolling through all the minute details of her life, including each of her social media accounts.

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Billy woke you early the next morning with a coffee and several croissants he’d swiped the previous evening from your café, and which he’d warmed through under the grill. “Hey!” you yawned, “I’m the only one who gets to eat my profits!” (This was one of your favourite sayings, mainly because that’s exactly what you did. Not to a huge extent, but still.)

He grinned down at you, “No, I am too! - due to my privileged position.” You got up, heading to the bathroom, saying, “And what would that be, then?” but you had a feeling you already knew the answer you were going to hear. “Your boyfriend!” yelled Billy, as you disappeared down the corridor, laughing at him.

You were also thinking that it hadn’t taken him long to get back into that particular stride. The two of you had spent the entire previous evening having unhurried, sensual make-up sex. He’d been very tender with you, eyes soft, stroking your face and kissing you gently, whispering that you didn’t know how happy you’d made him by giving him another chance. However your legs and back were still aching a bit from some of the gymnastic poses Billy had put you into while pleasuring you beyond belief. You were sure you’d nearly blacked out during one of your several orgasms.

Returning somewhat refreshed, you joined him back in bed and lazed for a little while, watching TV and drinking your coffee and eating your croissant. He’d apologised about the coffee, grinning and saying he knew it wasn’t up to your high standards, but it was the best he could do with his humble little countertop coffee machine. But you’d assured him it was perfectly drinkable, adding that he obviously hadn’t noticed it was the same one you had at home. He’d looked extremely pleased with himself, like a little kid who’d got a gold star at kindergarten. Adorable, in other words.

Deciding that you weren’t going to rush into work that morning, you’d glanced over at Billy at one point, watching him watching TV as he lay on his back, when you noticed that the sheet lying across him had its own version of the Great Pyramid sitting proudly above a certain part of his anatomy. Deciding that this looked like it needed exploring, you ran your hand down his chest onto his stomach then on under the sheet, finding an alert and interested cock, it being very much up and about already. You wrapped your hand around it and gave it a very firm stroke.

Billy gave a low groan when you touched him, sliding his hand over yours on top of the sheet. His feet went flat on the mattress, knees moving up into the air, and he opened his legs to let you cup his balls with your other hand, while you laid your head on his chest. His eyes sparkled at you as you looked up at him, “Whatcha doin’ down there, angel?” he grinned. “Exploring,” you replied, before whipping back the sheet and fastening your lips around his tip. His body went rigid, “Ohhhh!” spilling out of his mouth in surprise. He’d gone down on you numerous times, but suddenly you realised that you hadn’t returned the favour... until now.

You began to lick and suck on him, tongue running up and down his length before swirling back round his tip, adding in little kitten licks and kisses before sucking him off in earnest. You felt his hips starting to give small involuntary thrusts, and you gave his balls a firm massage in your palm. He moaned, long and low, a hand going to the back of your head. His tip grazed the back of your throat but somehow you managed not to gag, then angled your head slightly to take him in even deeper.

By now, Billy was very gently fucking upwards into your mouth, hands gripping the bunched-up sheets, head thrown back with his eyes squeezed shut, then craning up off the pillows to watch you working him, his eyes wide and wild. You pulled back momentarily, taking a deep breath while running your thumb firstly over his tip, then over his slit which was seriously weeping precum, before returning your mouth to his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he ground out as you did so, followed by your name in a long-drawn out whisper. You felt him suddenly tense up, the warmth of his come in your mouth and throat; greedily you swallowed it all up, savouring his salty taste.

You moved your mouth away and slowly licked him a few times as he softened, before delicately wiping your lips with a finger. Billy lay back on the pillows, huffing out little breaths, his dark chocolate eyes finding yours and a big grin appearing on his face. “Damn... you truly are a goddess.” You regally inclined your head, smiling, “Of course I am, lover boy.”

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Billy dropped you off at Chelsea later that morning, before heading off to Anvil.

On the drive over there, figuring it was better to quiz him in the car - hopefully less confrontational - you’d very neutrally asked him if he had to see Madani that day. He’d sighed, running a hand through his hair and saying, “Yeah, angel, I do. She’s not gonna be pleased - I ran out on her, left her sitting in the restaurant on her own.”

“Such a shame. I really feel for her,” you muttered, sulkily. He burst out laughing, “Are you jealous?” You looked across at him, deciding to be be honest about your feelings for once, “You know what, Billy? Yes, I am... I don’t like it that you’re going to go crawling back to her. Making all sweet and nice and flirty again with another woman. Why would I be OK with that?” You crossed your arms in front of you, annoyingly you just knew you were pouting, “There you go. I’m jealous. Happy now?”

Looking across at you and chuckling, he said, “Yeah, I am! Look, firstly, gotta admit I love that you’re jealous and told me you are. Means you can’t deny you’ve got feelings for me, angel! Secondly, you truly don’t need to be jealous. I’ll be polite and friendly towards her, nothing more - no more flirting and absolutely no more kissing.” His hand found its way to your thigh and gave a couple of little squeezes, as he told you in a low, sexy voice, “You know that I only have eyes for you. You know I only want you. You’re my girl,” before grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

He’d leant over and kissed you passionately, grabbing you back for more as you made to leave the car.

As you were crossing the street, you realised you were still wearing yesterday’s clothes. Shit. Oh well. You pulled your jacket closed at your neck and went inside the café. Waving a hand and calling out your usual greeting, you hurried upstairs and disappeared into your office. Luckily, you had a selection of clothes stashed up there, for just such an occasion. After changing into a pale pink shirt, black jeans and pale pink Converse, you felt much more able to face the day. Hopefully no-one would notice your clothes had miraculously changed since you’d arrived.

You were wading through a pile of paperwork when a discrepancy you’d noticed yesterday on a delivery note popped into your mind, to do with a recent shipment of coffee beans. You’d meant to check with Jake about it at the time, but had forgotten due to all the Billy stressing you’d been doing. So you made your way downstairs to go through it with him now.

The two of you had been running through the delivered stock vs the delivery note numbers, and as you were counting a stack of coffee bean bags, noticed a woman sitting over by the window with her back to you. It was her hair which had caught your attention. Looked like the same colour and style as the woman in the restaurant with Billy. You frowned, no it couldn’t be.

Then she’d turned her head slightly to watch as a monster truck drove by the café, and you were suddenly sure it was her. You took a deep breath, okay - this was weird. You went back to where Jake was standing, “Hey, did you happen to notice when that woman over there came in?” He tilted his head past yours to look at her, “Uhhh, maybe 10 minutes ago? Why, d’you know her or something?” You shook your head, “No, just thought I saw her in the restaurant Karen and I went to for lunch yesterday. Seems a bit strange she’d turn up here today,” you shrugged, “but it’s probably not her.”

You returned to your mini-stocktake and the next time you looked her way, she’d gone.

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Madani arrived back at the office and the first person she spotted was Billy Russo, talking and laughing with Sam. She smirked to herself, wonder what he’d do if he knew she’d just dropped in on his ‘lady friend’. He saw her, his face became serious, and she jerked her head towards her office.

He strolled in behind her, all tall dark handsomeness, and she had to take a couple of deep breaths to stay composed as she turned towards him. Really fucking gorgeous, she thought, looking at him. Which made her anger and jealousy bubble up again, knowing that he’d probably been stringing her along all the time. And she’d decided to call him out on it.

“Russo,” she said in a harsh tone, sitting down at her desk. He also sat down, across from her, and began, “Look, sorry about yesterday....” She slapped her hand down on the desk, making him jump very slightly and stop speaking. “You don’t have to explain, I’ve figured it out for myself.” An eyebrow quirking up at her, “And just what have you figured out, Dinah?”

Triumphantly, she said one thing - his lady friend’s name, and was rewarded by seeing some colour drain from his face. Then his expression hardened and he stood up, walking over to her bookshelf and leaning on it, looking over at her. “And? What’s your point?”

She laughed, “Well, I followed you yesterday when you headed out to Chelsea.” He looked surprised. “Saw you leaving with her and taking her back to your place,” she went on. “Looked her up this morning, huh... not a waitress as I first thought.” His mouth pulled into a tight line, “No, she certainly isn’t,” he bit out.

She stood and walked right up to him, too close for comfort but he had nowhere to go. Gazing right into his eyes, she asked, “Does she know we kissed, Billy? Were maybe about to take it further than that? Huh?”

He stared at her, “Yeah, she does.” She smirked, “And how does she feel about that? Take it she saw us in the restaurant. How happy about us is she?” She felt a momentary spark of hope in her chest, maybe he’d told the woman about this last night and she’d told him to take a hike.

He stood up straight, “Dinah... there is no ‘we’, there is no ‘us’. It was all just a little harmless flirting between co-workers.” Moving towards the door, he turned back to her, “We need to get our concentration back onto the case.”

Then his face softened a little, “And I’m sorry if I made you think it was anything else, but it isn’t. I only met her a few days ago, but we’re already in a relationship. It’s serious.” Her mouth dropped open before it changed into a sneer, “A relationship? You? Since when do you do relationships!”

“Since I met her, Dinah,” he said simply, and left her office, closing the door behind him.

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By mid-afternoon, Madani was ready to get out of the office. Her attention span had been all over the place, and she couldn’t bring herself to focus on anything much. All she could think about was the Russo situation. She couldn’t believe it, she really couldn’t.

She was sure he’d felt much more than just ‘harmless flirting’ for her, as he’d claimed earlier. Ridiculous! How dare he try and flip it off as some passing fancy - which had now fully passed, according to him.

Half an hour later, she was parking her SUV in Chelsea again. She sat and thought about the woman inside the café across the road for a few minutes. Russo had claimed that while he’d only been seeing her for a few days, he’d told her all about the two of them. But he could easily be lying. What if he’d been seeing his so-called ‘new’ lady for a lot longer, all the while flirting with her and taking her out on dates? Because that’s what they were, in her head. How could any girlfriend just accept all that and carry on as if it meant nothing?

She just couldn’t leave it alone. And she was going to find out if she did know about all the flirting, the lunches, the drinks after work, the kiss. One way or another. She opened her car door, got out and locked it, before crossing over and walking towards the café.

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 4 years

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Illicit affairs -Prologue

General Summary: y/n stark returns after she escaped New York & peter’s rather anxious to see her after what happened between them. But neither fury or tony care about it and assign a mission to them: capture black cat and kingpin. Should be easy right? No, lol. While y/n and peter try to navigate their new “friendship” and try work together to capture kingpin, y/n gets tangled with one pretty felicia hardy and peter doesn’t like it at all. Jealousy doesn’t suit peter or y/n, secret meetings are a must, partying too and even a couple of hookups; everything to save the world, right?

Summary: y/n comes back from spending one year and a half in Europe for a mission, peter’s nervous as hell for her return and tony is not having any of their shit, so instead of buying an oversize “get-along-shirt” he decides to place them in a “get-along-mission”.

Listen to: Dreams - Fleetwood Mac and Illicit affairs - Taylor Swift

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Peter stared at the entrance of the Compound, hands in the pockets of his jeans with an absent expression drawn on his face. He could hear all the steps of people walking on the compound and he recognized there were far more than what he had gotten used to in one year and a half.

He remembered how much he had craved the same activity as before, to see his mentors but especially to see you. But now he was panicking, his thoughts were screaming for him to leave before anything could go wrong but still every nerve on his body was pulling him into the compound and he knew the reason. He still couldn’t really process how much his heart still ache to see you again, even after you had been gone all this time without any type of contact.

But it wasn’t a surprise that you had been avoiding him.

He knew he had told Tony about what had happened between the two of you and he was sure that you had told him your version of events. But it still seemed like Tony didn’t remember when he had called Peter earlier in the day, he had a mission for him and needed him on the compound with the whole team.

“The whole team?”

“Yeah, they came back yesterday”

Peter froze midway on his walk to another building on campus for his next class, since he had decided to double major in biophysics and electronic engineering. Tony had dismissed his long pause as he explained the logistics of the meeting and how he could have Happy pick him up if he wanted, Peter didn’t respond and simply by omission agreed for Happy to do it, although he had his car.

After the call, the rest of the day had been a blur until Happy called him to tell him he was in front of the main campus of Columbia waiting for him. Peter didn’t talk on the ride to the compound and hadn’t even checked in with anyone else in his life.

He was only focused on what would it be to see you again.

It was Peter’s first time on Stark Tower after Tony had made him go on a mission regarding Captain America, the Winter Soldier, and Germany. Peter had returned from Germany for about a week when he finally got his call for him to go visit Stark Tower and Peter had been more than excited to go.

“So kid, this is how it’ll work”, Tony explained to him as the door opened to a spacious metallic, modern industrial looking floor that blinded Peter for a second. “There are four different labs here: we have my lab, which is obviously the biggest, Bruce’s lab for when he decides to pay us a visit, Keener’s lab and my daughter’s lab over there”

Peter had been stuck a bit when Tony mentioned someone named Keener since Peter didn’t know anything about anyone else working with them, but everything was washed away when he remembered you.

It hadn’t always been known that Tony Stark had a kid, you had lived with your mother until she had passed away when you were about five years old and it had been kept a well-hidden secret until Tony was kidnapped. Obadiah Stane had, unfortunately, decided that it would appeal to Tony’s kidnappers’ emotions that his own child would ask for his return. Pepper had been against it, but Stane hadn’t listened and then the world knew about you.

Since then, the media had been in a frenzy about Tony’s Stark daughter and they didn’t stop, although there wasn’t much, they could get out of you. The main things the world knew about you were that you had left a private school in Malibu when Tony became Ironman and had been homeschooled since you had the same brain as your father and were most likely a super-genius, you got to go to events sometimes regarding Stark’s Industries and, most importantly, you were a member of The Avengers.

“Dad, where are the blueprints of the exoskeleton?”, a silvery voice asked, coming from your lab and then it followed with your presence.

Peter was in awe as he took you in. Peter noticed your smile first, it was so warm that it melted him inside when he noticed how well it go with your bright y/e/c eyes. They seemed like galaxies for him, he also noticed your long hair, much longer than the last time Peter had seen on the paparazzi pictures. But what made him smile even more was that you were on leggings and a light blue sweatshirt, looking like a normal teenager but with goggles on, soldering iron on one hand, and a hologram of your suit in the other.

You were so focused on the design that you were too close when you finally raised your head from the hologram and stopped dead on your tracks when you noticed Peter.

“Darling, meet Peter Parker”, Tony announced as he patted Peter on the back and pulled him towards your direction. “Parker, meet my daughter”

When you looked up, your gaze linked up with those chocolate light eyes with golden specks and you immediately smiled, knowing exactly who he was.

“Hi- Hi, what…” Peter’s words stumbled against one another, “I’m Peter”

Peter seemed small and timid, he even looked younger than what you actually thought he was. The freckles that adorned his face didn’t help him look older either but they looked like a constellation, they were accompanied by chocolate curls that fell on his forehead and framed his face perfectly.

“Lovely to meet you Spiderman”, you replied playfully.

Peter smiled back and after that, you were smitten.

As time passed you got closer and closer, you were the youngest on the team so it wasn’t a surprise for any of the other avengers that you had finally found a partner and were sticking together.

Peter felt like a breeze of fresh air as he stood in front of you with his new suit on the compound trying it while you cheered for him along with your father. Peter was everything you hope for someone to be outside of your main circle that mainly contained The Avengers, Pepper, and Tony. He was brave, intelligent, loyal, and, most importantly, he was the kindest person that you had ever met.

And Peter, he didn’t even doubt for a second that he needed you in his life, you were sunshine for him. When you worked together on your suit and helped you train to adjust to it, he was completely amazed by your intelligence and discipline. But mostly, it was your warmth and sensitivity, your ability to notice things that most wouldn’t, and your compassion were things that made him fall for you.

But nothing could be so good, nothing came that easy to anyone and the way that you had parted ways broke both of your hearts.

“Aren’t you gonna come in?”, Happy asked Peter as he passed by him and began climbing the stairs to the main entrance.

Peter sighed as he followed Happy inside, the compound had always seemed to be larger than life itself when he had visited it for the first time but with you, it soon felt like a second home for Peter. The last few moments that you’ve had together before you walked away from each other, you had spent almost every waking free moment in there, even using your rooms more there than in the city. But after you left, he had decided to spent less time in the compound, not that it was easier to spend his time in Stark’s tower, but the compound had become such your place that he had been avoiding it as much as he could after it.

He shuddered at the thought of you walking again through those hallways but giving him the same glare, you had given him the last time that you had seen each other. It haunted him until this day, how your eyes were swimming with resentment and how you had walked away from him.

“Peter”, Steve’s voice woke up Peter from his thoughts and quickly embraced him in a tight hug, Peter smiled into it and embraced Steve back.

“Captain”, he answered amuse as they let go of each other. Peter was surprised by Steve’s new beard and longer hair, he didn’t look anything like before he went, he seemed more badass than before. “Trying to copy Thor?”

See, although Peter had become a kind of surrogate son for Tony, Steve was still really involved with Peter since he saw a lot of himself in small Peter, especially after meeting him in Germany and getting to know him when they finally came back. And Peter really appreciated having Steve as another father figure as well, mostly because he was a closer take on Uncle Ben than what Tony was.

“Yeah, I got that from y/n already”, Steve chuckled as he walked with Peter towards the conference room.

Peter flinched at the sound of your name and Steve noticed it right away.

“She doesn’t hate you”, Steve stated as they reached the door, Peter could already hear your voice and he felt like he was going to be sick, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest at any given moment and he closed his eyes as he remembered your last conversation. “She would never”

But Peter believed otherwise.

“I can’t wait to see your friends again!”, you squealed as you walked through the cold streets of New York with Peter by your side while he smiled and tightened the hold on your hand.

Flash had organized a rather impromptu “almost New Year’s” party, he would’ve done a real New Year’s party but he knew that all of his friends had their commitments so, there he was three days before New Year throwing out a real rave.

Although you had never attended Midtown, you had become good friends with Ned, Betty, MJ, and Flash. Peter’s friends had always been so special to you, that you had thrown them your own goodbye party before they had left for college six months before. Ned had gotten to MIT, MJ studied in Columbia just like Peter while Betty had gone to Harvard and Flash had chosen to leave the east coast, he went to Berkley.

“Ned and Betty are going to be so happy to see you, sometimes I think they like you more than me”, Peter replied as he recalled how much he had missed his friends. He had spent time with MJ and facetime was a must on the weekends, nonetheless, he had also tried to make new friends during the semester and he had even invited some over to Flash’s party.

“That’s a lie, but I’ll take it”, you said with a shrug as Peter turned around to smile at you.

“Who wouldn’t love you?”, Peter stated as he watched you intently, your eyes link and you began to feel your heart ticking like a bomb, soon you looked away to the street, quickly changing the topic.

Mostly, this semester had brought you even closer. Peter spent more time on the compound than on his dorm room, so much that he even walked in on a naked Otto (his new roommate) since he hadn’t expected Peter to return to their dorm last week.

Your days were spent patrolling, training, on your lab or your room, not even on Peter’s who was given a room a year prior by Tony. It was quite an awesome achievement since you had been taking some classes at MIT while also interning for Tony and Pepper, both of them. Peter didn’t know how you managed to do all of that and spent as much time as you did together, but you thought the same since he was going full-time to college and also working on his Spiderman duties.

But you did, you and Peter had arranged everything in your life, you juggled every responsibility as much as you could so you could see each other. If it meant getting fewer hours of sleep, flying from Boston to New York the same day, even if it meant wearing your suit to fly, although Pepper disapproved.

He had even spent a couple of nights in your room, sleeping together after late nights on the streets.

“I’ve been waiting to go to a party since forever”, you gushed as you climbed the elevator to Flash’s while Peter helped you remove your long black coat, revealing a black silky dress. Peter watched your body slowly, his gaze dropped down to one of your legs that were exposed by the slit on it and then to your exposed back. Peter gulped as you turned around and fixed your hair. “You are going to save me a dance, right?”, you continued as you batter your eyelashes in a show of mock innocence.

But Peter’s smile slowly slid off his face as he felt how his cheeks were burning with a slight blush as you searched for his eyes. He knew you were mocking him; he knew you weren’t possibly serious because there was no way that you, Y/N Stark, were actually flirting with him.

“Su-sure”, he muttered as his eyes connected to yours.

But the thing was that you weren’t kidding.

You weren’t completely sure when your relationship with Peter had shifted, you had always been close to Peter and you cared about him, a lot more than sometimes you thought it was healthy or normal for best friends. But it was the first night that he had decided to spend the night in your room, you had been tired since you had stopped more crimes than what you had expected and the criminals were far harder to defeat than the usual petty burglars.

That night you had talked about everything. You had begun light and playful, with Peter picking you up as you recall how you had managed to defeat a couple of guys who were trying to steal an ATM. You had laughed at Peter’s goofy narration of events while you played with his hair. But then, after a few laughs, you remain silent for a couple of minutes, watching each other.

You didn’t know what compelled you, but after a few minutes on that night, you hit each other with the hardest things in your life and how you were struggling with it.

You had told him about your deepest fear of not being good enough, how you were actually struggling mentally with your responsibilities but also hating yourself for not doing enough in your eyes, for not being the best version of yourself that you had to imagine you would be, for not being the perfect girl everyone thought you were. How sometimes you resented Tony because everyone was expecting so much from you but it also felt like you were going to explode if you didn’t stop. How sometimes you wished you could rebel and get away from whatever image they had from you.

And it was a complete surprise when Peter had told you that he understood. He had revealed, after so many years of friendship, what had really happened with his Uncle Ben; how he had selfishly decided to let a criminal go since he was just stealing some food and then how the same burglar had shot Uncle Ben without a second thought when he had tried to stop him. He felt so morally responsible for Uncle Ben's death that Peter had saved up so much anger inside of him that when he captured the man, he had almost killed him. No one knew about it, no one knew that Peter could hold such anger in him and everyone thought he was just this harmless boy, that could do no wrong or that had never experienced the weight of emotions, how they could drown you.

He showed you his scars and you showed him yours.

You saw each other at your best and your worst.

And your bond became stronger before you even realized it yourself, you knew you were in love with Peter Parker and, although you weren’t sure, you thought he loved you too.

“Peter?”, a fruity voice snapped you both out of the trance.

You turned around to see Gwen Stacy, the petite friend of MJ and Peter at Columbia. You remembered her since you had met her a few times when you drove Peter to college. She was a science major and usually a study buddy for Peter whenever he had to miss class because of his Spiderman responsibilities. She was also way too beautiful; she was blonde with a short blunt bob perfectly framing her face and her sapphire green eyes.

“Gwen!”, Peter said playfully to her. As he exited the elevator with your coat in hand while you cleared your throat, irritation showing its awful head on your heart as you watched him hugging Gwen and the way Gwen pressed a soft kiss on his cheek.

When Peter pulled away, he smiled at her and you felt your face dropping.

“Y/N, come!”, Peter said softly as you exited the elevator with an absent expression.

The rest of the evening was okay, you had spent time with Betty and Ned, dancing along with MJ, and even had managed to drag Peter to the dance floor although he had refused at first. Flash had been flirting with you non-stop since he saw you with that dress, to the point that Peter had shot him a glare or two before he stopped. If Peter was being honest, he believed to only have eyes for you that night but your mood had changed since you had arrived and he was clueless as to why.

You hadn’t said anything but he knew your body language enough, almost by second nature, to realize that you were tense and nervous. He could feel your heart raising its beat each time he got closer to you but he also noticed how your muscles tensed up when things got too quiet, at least that’s what he thought.

The thing was that you were annoyed because, at every turn, Gwen Stacy was there talking to Peter or flirting with him, you decided to stay quiet because you weren’t in the mood to fight with someone.

“It’s everything okay?”, Peter asked as he met you in one of the large windows of Flash’s penthouse, watching New York.

You turned around to watch Peter, his wild chocolate curls were controlled by the gel that he had decided to put earlier that evening at your place, he was wearing nice elegant pants with loafers and an open white shirt that fitted him perfectly. He looked perfect for you and you couldn’t help but blush when he got closer to you.

“I’m okay, I just…”, you muttered and the words dissolute in the air, not wanting to finish the sentence.

You weren’t okay but you didn’t know if it was a good time to say so, it wasn’t Peter’s fault that Gwen was interested in him, but it was exasperating that he hadn’t said anything about her advantages. Still, what infuriated you more was your attitude, you weren’t usually afraid of many things and you took pride in that but every time you wanted to yell to Peter that you loved him, nothing came out.

“Y/N…”, Peter asked you as he placed his hand on the small of your back, in a comforting way.

His eyes were searching yours as you licked your lips nervously. But soon, the fear was too much, it overwhelmed you so badly that you stubbornly looked away, glaring at the city.

“I’ll be right back”, you answer and quickly got yourself loose from his hold and walked away, leaving a confused Peter behind.

You felt out of breath when you got to the bathroom and quickly shut the door. As you saw yourself in the mirror you realized how angry you felt, you glared at yourself and cursed under your breath, quickly closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, before you opened them again.

“Get your shit together and just tell him already”, you growled.

You loathed yourself at that exact second, you hated feeling so weak and that the feeling of not telling Peter was eating you alive. It was time to get it over with, you knew Peter, you knew him like the back of your hand and he wouldn’t hurt you, right? He could never hurt you; he was your Peter Parker, angry and sweet, for good or for bad, you knew him. And if he did feel the same way as you did, then it would all be worth it.

You smiled at the thought of you and Peter together, like you had wished for a while now and everything seemed to work. Tony had even mentioned something about it the week before and how he would be totally happy if you had feelings for Peter, which you hadn’t denied to him but hadn’t accepted either to him.

So, you exited the bathroom with new energy flowing through your body, you wanted to tell Peter how you had fallen for him, how you wanted to feel his lips against yours one more time, how you wanted for him to hold you as he did but now with your feelings out in the open.

You wanted him.

You walked through the party, searching for the boy with chocolate eyes and golden specks, without minding your friends who had an almost uncomfortable look on their faces but then you saw it….

Peter who you were in love with, Peter that you saw as your one and only, Peter that you had opened yourself to for so many years and the guy who you believed belong with you was with Gwen Stacy, tangled in an embrace as they kissed each other. She was cupping his face sweetly as he had his arms around her torso, their mouths dancing as if they were the only two people on the planet.

You stared at them in shock.

Everything seemed to shatter into a million pieces. Everything. The late-night talks. The laughs and giggles. The holding hands. The missions together. The time you spend in the lab. The gazes lock in together. The trust.

It wasn’t only until they finished that Peter turned around and watched you in shock.

You turned around without a word and fled, no one could stop you, not even MJ who tried to take a hold of your hand which you brushed off.

You were sure that in that second, you were able to hear your heartbreaking like it was glass, as you hurriedly tried to look for your coat in Flash’s room as fast as you could. You wished that you had brought your suit but you had decided to leave it for the night since the plan had been going back to Stark’s Tower with Peter.

You felt so stupid.

“Y/N!”, you could hear Peter shouting behind you while you look for your coat as quickly as you could but it seemed lost with the rest of the clothes that were on Flash’s bed.

You stopped as you heard the door closing, you closed your eyes and waited for him to say anything. You hoped that maybe Peter would tell you that Gwen had just gone for it and that it was a mistake, something, anything, that would negate what you had just seen.

But he stayed quiet and as each second pass, you felt hot rage bubbled up within your chest.

“Since when?”

“What?”, Peter asked, his voice was small and confused.

“Since when have you had feelings for Gwen?”, you repeated. “It was since you met her? Was it since Halloween? I want to know”

“Y/N-”

“Tell me Peter or I swear to god!”, you shouted, spinning around and fixing Peter with a sharp glare, so full of loathing and pain, that Peter felt like it pierced right through him.

He didn’t understand your rage, he didn’t understand why you had run away after you had seen him with Gwen. He couldn’t even phantom that you had feelings for him like he did for you, it had been a dream for him that you felt the same way that he felt at the same moment that he met you. But years had passed and Peter believed that being the confident woman that you were, there wasn’t a way that you hadn’t already told him how you felt.

“She begun flirting with me since we met, it wasn’t…”, Peter cleared his throat, meeting your gaze steadily. “It wasn’t planned, she just confessed her feelings for me and you like her too! She’s nice and sweet, she’s smart and I…”

You closed your eyes in pain as you heard Peter’s words.

Your eyes welled with tears as you shook your heart in disbelief, you felt as if your heart was being torn apart. Realizing that all the things that you were worried about were the truth.

“I’m so stupid”, you whispered to yourself.

Peter furrowed his eyes and he tried to get closer but you flinched.

It hurt.

“Why are you stupid, y/n?”, Peter asked in a gruff voice, he watched you intently because he knew you well enough to know that you were hiding something from him and if it was what Peter was really thinking, then he needed to know.

But you didn’t answer. You didn’t even want to look at his face any longer, you felt cripple by a broken heart and, in such an uncharacteristic manner, you wished for a second that he could feel the same pain that you were feeling.

“Y/N?”

“Leave me alone, Parker”, you spat as if his name was poison while your eyes narrowed angrily.

It stung more than what Peter wanted to admit as he stared at you for a moment., The way that you had said his name, made him shuddered and tears began to well in his eyes too. He could hear your harshened breaths growing shallow and how you were fighting to keep your tears at bay.

He wanted to stop you but you raced out of the apartment without looking back once. You ran down the snowy sidewalks, running and running in your high heels until you couldn’t see clearly because of your tears. You had kept right on running until you managed to get into the elevator of Stark Tower and you collapsed, sobbing like you hadn’t in your life.

“Dad! Pepper!”

Tony and Pepper had come out running from different parts of the apartment when they saw you on the floor of the elevator.

“Y/N! What’s wrong?”, Pepper said in alarm, as she tried to kneel but her baby bump wouldn’t let her.

But you couldn’t say anything, your sobs wouldn’t let you modulate words as you simply raised from the elevator and clutched her tighter while Tony hugged both of you from behind.

Peter entered the conference room and it was full of avengers, sometimes he still couldn’t believe that it was his life after so many years of working with them, inside the team. But the thought quickly dissipated as his eyes searched for you. It wasn’t too difficult to find you, since everyone was already sitting down, he and Steve were the last ones that had arrived and Fury was already standing up at the edge of the table alongside Tony.

He gave a small wave to Wanda, Bucky, and Sam who had been in the mission with you, Harley gave him an uninterested look which he had ignored because he was permanently annoyed at Harley’s attitude and then he found you sitting beside him, looking absentmindedly whirling your straw around in your drink.

You had changed and it was for good. Your long, long hair was now cut short and it reached a little bit below your shoulders. Your face had become more defined and the pup fat that Peter sometimes bothered you with by pinching your cheeks was gone, now you had sharper cheeks and jaw. You weren’t dressed in sweats like you used to dress before for anything that didn’t involve a party but now you were wearing a turtle knitted sweater that framed your body perfectly with white mom jeans.

You seemed to have grown.

Peter walked up to you and seated himself in the chair across from you, clearing his throat and snapping you out of your little trance. You blinked in surprise and stared at him, looking a little caught off guard.

He looked taller and more fit than before, he had grown into the confident persona that you knew he had deep inside of him, you could tell by the way he was looking at you. But those chocolate eyes with golden specks hadn’t change one bit and neither the constellation of freckles that adorned his face, the ones you loved to trace when you were helping him relax. He was still wearing what he usually wore since the time you met him, except he had dropped the nerdy t-shirts that had been a staple of him during high school, and now he had a white plain t-shirt that combined well with his simple jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt.

But, even if he looked that good, nothing had changed between the two of you.

“How’s Gwen?”, you asked sarcastically as Peter huffed in annoyance.

Peter had tried to reach you for days; he had even intended to go to Stark Tower the day after the fact but Aunt May had fallen ill with a bad cold so he decided to stay with her. But it didn’t stop him from making about a thousand calls to your phone, at night he even wondered if he should call Tony but he was afraid about the fallout of your fight, he knew that Tony wouldn’t change who he was with him but Peter also knew that he would protect you no matter what and if it that meant hiding you from Peter, he would do it.

So, it wasn’t a surprise when Tony didn’t answer either.

Peter couldn’t sleep for days as he stared at his ceiling in silence, replaying the scene in Flash’s room over and over again, your face filled with pain and rage was something that he hadn’t seen. Not even when you were fighting criminals, like the Vulture. And it didn’t help his sleeping situation that Gwen hadn’t stopped texting either.

After you had left the party, Gwen had managed to catch Peter before he reached the elevator and had talked to him about what had happened, she had held him as he cried about you but he decided not to say anything too specific about your fight. Gwen had been there for him and he appreciated, they hadn’t kiss anymore that night but she had been checking in on him, being as sweet as she had always been and Peter was happy? Yes, he was happy that he had someone he could talk to that was there for him since it seemed like even his friends were upset with him too.

But Gwen was not you.

May got better after a couple of days, so, without many hours of sleep, Peter decided to show up at Stark Tower. He hoped that he could talk to you and finally explained what had happened that night, Peter somehow hoped that you would tell him what he wished for but he believed you were far away from that. Still, his only hope was to see you again and talk, say something that could bring you back together.

The elevator opened to the penthouse and it seemed like it was lonelier than what he was expecting. It was late in the morning, so Peter had figured out that you had been already working out since it was your usual routine but he couldn’t hear your heart beating. Peter walked towards the kitchen and hoped that you were already having breakfast and that he had simply missed it but when he arrived, only Tony was there.

Tony turned around and froze as he munched on some berries that he had in his hand.

“What are you doing here, kid?”

Peter nibbled on his bottom lip and he could feel his hands starting to sweat, he quickly placed them in his pockets as he walked towards the island kitchen, “I need to talk to y/n, Mr. Stark please”

It sounded wobblier than Peter had hoped to but it was sincere enough that Tony sighed and relaxed his tense muscles. “She’s not here, kid”, he said as he shook his head, “She’s gone”

“What do you mean?”, Peter asked once more as he got closer to Tony, panic swimming in his eyes.

Tony walked towards Peter and he placed a hand on his shoulder, he squeezed it. “I’m sorry Peter”

“Tony, where is she?”, Peter glared, shooting a look up at Tony who shook his head, as he looked sideways to Peter.

“She left for a mission”, Tony explained to him while Peter turned around to face him, brows bumped together in confusion, he didn’t recall that you had been assigned a mission on the last meeting. “The one in Europe and Asian, she went with Steve, Nat, Bucky, Wanda, and Sam”

Peter felt his stomach sinking because he remembered when Fury and Steve had disclosed the mission: One year at least on the East of Europe and in Asia, locating Hydra Nests to finalize the threat on countries where they could do the most damage. They had decided to pick Steve, Nat, Bucky, Wanda, and Sam because they were the most experienced ones and it was a dangerous mission, they had to be very careful since they were mostly acting undercover because the government didn’t want them there. It was a real possibility for someone to die, more chances than what they usually faced.

“What?”

Peter repeated the same words as he responded to your sarcastic comment, Harley snickering under his hand while you simply gave Peter a phony smile. It was clear that you weren’t really over what had happened a year and a half ago and why should you? Peter was still dating Gwen, as your father had let you know as soon as you got home. You had still hope that nothing had actually happened between them and although it was a longshot, you still wanted to believe that maybe Peter had waited.

But he didn’t and it burned again as if your past feelings, that you thought you had left behind when you climbed the quinjet to Europe, were filling you once more.

Peter’s face turned into a scowl as he watched your attitude and Harley’s. You had changed personality-wise too and he felt frustration growing inside of him. He had hoped that when you came back you had forgotten whatever your reason was to fight with him, he hoped that you would simply fall back into your friendship and that nothing had really changed between the two of you.

But you didn’t and Peter felt confused, he felt confused because it wasn’t fair. It had been almost two years and you were still filled with resentment.

“Mrs. Stark, Mr. Paker”, Fury’s gravelly voice snapped you both out of your glares. “Can we start?”

The rest of the meeting continue without much trouble, Steve and Nat where in charge of the debrief of your mission and how successfully you had eradicated Hydra nests in the areas that you went but there were different countries that you hadn’t reached, even in a year and a half there was a lot to be done yet. You had talked about how you were helping the different towns or areas that had been affected by Hydra’s activities, how the crime rates had gone down after you managed to intervene and how you had left them different programs so they could introduce to their governments.

Peter had been gazing at you as you continue to tell about your time there, he saw the gleam on your eyes when you were talking about the different ways you had helped people but when you finished your eyes locked again but you looked away from Peter with your chin high and Peter did the same. Each one refusing to look at the other when you intervened in the meeting any further. Although it didn’t work, because you could still feel your heartbeat skipping a beat and couldn’t help the tugging on the sides of your smile when he was talking about how he had defeated the Scorpion four months ago and how the crime rates in Queens had gone down because of it.

But more than that, neither of you tried to face the other.

At least until Fury was updating you on a next mission.

“After that, you would be able to pass through Moldavia, and then it would be easy to reach Kosovo. You’ll arrive in Pristina where people will be waiting for you, it’s going to be shorter than the last but they are being seriously affected by the Hydra activity”, Fury finished explaining as he was turned around from the hologram that showed the route. “The mission has been assigned to-”

“I want to go!”, you suddenly babbled, a hand up in the air with excitement while Wanda gave you a thumbs up from afar in another seat.

Fury rolled his eyes.

“We have a problem here, y/n”, Tony said, nudging one of the files that Fury had in front of him. “There have been some robberies through New York, more importantly, on the last month or so Hammer Industries and Oscorp Industries have been raided”

“Well, Peter can handle it, can’t he?”, you drawled, as you gave Peter a look with a pout on your face.

Peter wanted to be flattered, you thinking that he could handle a threat was nice but he suspected it was coming from the fact that you clearly wanted to get out of New York too and, especially, far away from him.

“I haven’t been able to catch her”, Peter muttered as he answered with a timid look.

“Her?”, you asked, a slight frown on your face as you gazed at Peter who had his shoulders slumped and tried to avoid your gaze. You still knew him; you still knew his body language and there was something that was bothering him.

“Black Cat”, Fury answered as he threw the file to your place and you opened it quickly.

The first thing your eyes focused on was a picture of her, on what you believe was Hammer thanks to the tech. It wasn’t a good photo; you could only white hair wrapped up in a tall ponytail and her black leather costume. She looked good, from what you could see, but it wasn’t much either way thanks to the quality of the camera.

“Hammer should really change its security camera provider”, you drawled as you checked the file. “What about the Oscorp security video? Doesn’t he have one of those?”

“You should know how paranoic Norman is, he didn’t want to give us any footage”, Tony explained as you continued to read whatever information was in the file, but there wasn’t much.

The one interesting thing was the number of abilities she had: extremely superhuman reflexes, agility, and the stamina of an Olympic level acrobat. She knew martial arts from what they had found from the fights that she had and was able to incapacitate her assailants without getting injured.

“Peter, don’t you have footage of her? We can scan her fighting pattern and search for weaknesses”, you suggested as you closed the file and pushed it back to Fury’s place.

But Peter remained silent.

“Peter?”, you asked and you turned around to face him, a dour look drawn on his face and you felt your eye twitching as you realized what he did.

“I…”, Peter began as he felt the glares of Fury and you.

“Please, tell me you didn’t deactivate your baby monitor program”

“I deactivated my baby monitor”, Peter answer quietly.

The way that you slapped your own face managed to make Harley jumped as all of the others looked up to you slightly alarmed. Sam’s face even twisted in a way as he mouthed a small ‘ouch’.

“How can you be so stupid!?”, you shouted at Peter, your hand still on your face and frustration bubbling on your chest.

Everyone stayed silent as their gazes traced back to Peter’s blinking expression, his eyes wide as a plate and a slight blush appearing on his cheeks from the embarrassment. Peter remembered when you lashed out, it wasn’t often and you mostly got angry at yourself when you didn’t manage to accomplish something, but not to a lot of people.

“Here we go”, Bucky muttered, as if he already knew what was about to unfold.

“I was tired of Tony reviewing all my footage, there was private stuff sometimes in there!”, Peter stammered, the high pitch in his voice making it obvious he was a bit nervous but the glare in his eyes dripped annoyance.

“What? Were you using your suit to web Gwen’s hands in bed?”, you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Tony immediately shot you an annoyed look as Harley, Sam and Bucky burst into laughs while Steve and Fury crossed their arms on their chest, as Nat, Wanda, Bruce and Vision had their mouths wide open in surprise.

“Why are you being so unbearable?”, Peter snapped but he quickly shut his mouth, not wanting to say more.

He could feel the anger bubbling up in his chest and his cheeks getting warmer and warmer with each second. Yes, he had turned off his baby monitor program because Gwen had asked him so. No, he wasn’t tying her hands in bed but he was pinning her under him while wearing the suit, it seemed like she was keen on it, but that wasn’t the point that should be brought up in an avengers meeting. He lingered for a moment, wondering if he should go off at you as he stared at you: blush cheeks, narrowed eyes but there was a gleam in your eyes and Peter remembered from your last conversation, you were still hurting.

“You two, enough”, Tony intervened sharply as he glared at your behavior.

You sighed as you slumped on your chair and Peter sat down annoyed, looking down and not wanting to face anyone of the avengers in one thousand years after what you had said.

“She’s not the point, the point is that we think she’s working for Kingpin”, Fury explained once more as Kingpin’s profile appeared on a hologram in front of you, at the center of the table.

It had been a while since you had heard his name, you knew he was dangerous and that he was no joke, especially in New York.

The last time you had heard about him, was when he had been absolved by a judge on drug charges but you knew it was because he had such a criminal organization that his pawns were the ones that had been caught, no evidence relating him directly. Plus, he was also regarded as the owner of much legitimate business and even had ties with politicians so it had become unlikely that he would get caught. Tony had offered to capture him some time ago, but Coronel Ross had decided that NYPD should be in front of that case, that the avengers shouldn’t waste their time on it.

But it seemed like they were being unsuccessful.

“Do we know why he would want whatever she’s stealing from Hammer and Osborn?”, you asked as you watched Kingpin's image on the screen. His heavyset appearance sometimes frightened you, his crystal blue eyes seemed way too dangerous and you gulped as you realized how tall he was.

“No, but you two are going to find out”, Fury answered you as he placed another set of files in front of you and another in front of Peter.

You inhale a sharp breath as it dawned on you who the two of you were. A shiver of panic ran through your spine as you realized that you had to stay in New York and also work with Peter, without any time frame of how long you would have to stay. Peter also felt his throat tighten up, he realized that he had to work with you, this new you that wouldn’t doubt in calling him out if needed.

“She doesn’t want to be here”, Peter whined as he looked at Tony.

“I don’t”, you started but were quickly cut off by Tony.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to”, Tony replied abruptly as he then turned at Peter, “Or if you don’t want to either”. Peter slumped a bit more on his chair. “You are going to work together like you used to because we said so and you can’t say no because we are your bosses. You are not seventeen anymore.”

Sometimes you forgot how severe Tony was, especially how he was with you, you could feel he was still a bit hurt that you had left for Europe without even discussing it with him first. He had simply allowed it because he understood how upset you were, but he wasn’t expecting that you would leave for such a long time, you hadn’t even met Morgan.

Peter had always been a little nervous about Tony, although he had grown from the timid sixteen-year-old he was when he met Tony, he still couldn’t avoid getting anxious when Tony got mad. He knew that Tony had some resentment over what had happened with you, you had left New York because of him and had hurt Tony in the way.

You gazed back at Peter, who was already looking at you.

“I guess we are together in this”, you muttered and Peter nodded.

You closed your eyes again, hoping that it wouldn’t be as bad as you hope it would be.

You had no idea what was coming your way.

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author’s note: I’m so so happy to finally be starting this new series. I’ve had it in my mind since last year when I wrote “hey hey you yeah, i don’t like your girlfriend”, literally i’ve been planning it for months and just now I found the time to write it and dedicate time to it. I’m still planning to finish Back to you but i was putting a lot of pressure on myself to write for that series and i wanted to spice it up and change it from the angsty feeling of Back to you.

I know it starts a little bit angsty but it will get much more exciting, a different y/n who has grown into herself as we saw here and whose not afraid anymore to be herself. Which is very different from y/n in Back to you. And Peter’s not that sweet as he was in Back to you, he can call out y/n too and her shit, and I LOVE that slow burn that we are going to see developing in the next chapter and also FELICIAAAAA hits different, especially for a bi like me.

This series is also inspired by my november playlist and i think this mood fitted very well with the story we are going to see.

There will be an update in exactly five days since i already finished chapter one and have started chapter two, i’m going to be updating as fast as i can. Please please please let me know what you think!! I little like or reblog literally make my day, especially general feedback!! thank you sooo much for taking the time to read it.

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renga week day 4: cindereki

Cindereki stared around the room, looking for Prince Langa, but he was nowhere to be seen. Her prince had just found her and then he was taken away by an evil emperor. She had finally found happiness only for it to be stripped from her. How typical.

Cindereki fell to her knees reaching out to where Prince Langa had stood seconds before.

“Wait...Langa....don’t go...”

She heard a murmur of voices, but they were too distant to understand. She was Cindereki, a poor servant girl, who had fallen in love with skating, and fallen in love with the prince. She would get him back if it was the last thing she did.

“I’m Cindereki!” She started but never finished because her surroundings were becoming kinda fuzzy. She tries to open her mouth again, but it feels like her teeth are lined with glue. What was happening? And so Cindereki pushes herself to call out for Langa but ends up waking herself up.

“PRINCE LANGA!” Reki yells as he wakes up, startling Koyomi. They make eye contact for the longest ten seconds of his life before she bursts out laughing. Reki’s face burns like a forest fire, and he’s sure it's the same color as his hair.

“Oh- oh haha, oh my god! You just had a dream about your best friend!” she dissolves into giggles. “Haha- oh my- what's Cindereki by the way?” she asks, eyeing the book in his lap.

Reki, face hot enough to cook an egg, stutters out. “I- I was Cinderella, and so my name was C-cindereki.”

Koyomi clutches her stomach again, laughter echoing through the room. Reki wishes he could skateboard into the sun and never reappear.

“Not a word,” Reki hisses to his sister.

“Ok, my lips are sealed.” she mimics zipping her lips. “At least until I want a new book. Or a new shirt. Or a game, or a snack, or a-” she rambles with a smirk.

“Ok, ok, ok that's enough with the blackmail!” Reki cries.

“Thanks, Cindereki,” Koyomi calls as she leaves the room, laughing behind her hand.

“Thanks, Cindereki,” Reki mocks.

Reki slides back down to his spot on the floor. The book lay forgotten a few feet from him. He picks it up, glancing at his sleeping little sisters around him, before opening up the book. He flips through the pages, glancing at the parts that he remembers from his dream. He laughs at the memory of Shadow, Miya, and Cherry fighting in their dresses. He then remembers Muscle Magic Joe and wonders what's going on inside his head for him to think that up. And why was the guy from the love hotel Langa’s advisor? Adam’s narration sends shivers down his spine.

Even in my dreams he still comes for me. Reki thinks. The image of Langa reaching out for him and Adam spins him faster and faster pops into his head. It makes him think of when Adam trapped Langa in his spinning turn back during their beef and Langa used it against him. Then the memories of their fight surface and Reki wishes to banish them from his head. But then he remembers the soft and tender smiles Langa gave him yesterday when they were skating. His face burns again like it did when Langa called him amazing. The way Dream Langa said “so pretty” is the same voice Langa talked to him with last night. Reki smiles at the thought.

Then a thought hits him. Do I like Langa?

Pulling out his phone he prays Google can help. He begins to type something out. How do I tell if I like someone? He clicks on the first article that pops up and reads the first few lines.

“You find yourself wishing for more time with the other person.” the article reads. Check, Reki thinks.

“You're wanting to text them all the time.” Check.

“Everything makes you think about them.” And that hurt so much during our fight. But check, nonetheless.

“Everything feels more exciting,” Langa said it first, but check.

Does- does this mean I like him? Reki thinks, the phone screen illuminating his shocked face. He types another thing into the search bar. What does it mean if you have a dream about someone?

“Dreaming about someone means you are feeling lonely, sad, or used.” He had felt like that during their fight. Check.

“You deeply miss someone, but they do not have the same feelings.” He knew Langa had missed him, but did he have feelings for Reki? Did Reki have feelings for Langa? Check (to be determined???).

“You struggle with moving on from this person and think about them constantly.” He did think about Langa almost all the time. Check.

“The good news is that they are likely also thinking about you, even if they don't show any signs.” Langa never shows any signs that he's thinking about anything, Reki thinks fondly, but everything he said yesterday had the certainty of someone who had thought of it before. So, check?

Reki pausing before typing his next question. This time a small box doesn't pop up, but he clicks the first link.

The title reads “How to tell if you are gay?”

The next morning Reki rushes to get out the door despite not going to sleep until three AM. He may know about his crush on Langa now, but he's determined to keep things the same between them. At least until he’s pretty sure it's not one-sided.

Reki stayed up early into the morning researching things and trying to sort through the thoughts in his head. Finally, at two AM, Reki came to the conclusion that he was a raging bisexual and had a big fat crush on his best friend. He then spent the next hour trying to process it all before he passed out due to mental and physical exhaustion.

When Reki woke up, he didn't remember right away but then it hit him like a freight train, and he was filled with excitement and adrenaline. He was out the door in almost twenty minutes. His family was stunned by his rapid speed compared to his slow pace yesterday, but Reki didn't pay them any mind.

As he skates to their meeting spot Reki swears his heartbeat quickens with every kick of his foot. How am I going to act around Langa? Do I pretend like things were normal or am I supposed to be acting differently now? Reki tried to picture himself like one of the girls confessing to Langa, but he just shook his head to get rid of the thought, his dream from last night still fresh in his mind.

As Langa came into view Reki let his look linger for a bit too long, letting himself admit that Langa looked pretty. That he looked beautiful. Then he smiled and slowed as he neared Langa. He held out his arm and their hands met for their dap.

Reki wondered if one day he could hold that hand, but then Langa was asking what course he wanted to skate, and then there was no more time for thinking. Only time for the infinity of skating.

#Ok I had fun writing this #And I like how it turned out #rengaweek2021 #renga #sk8 the infinity #sk8

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excelsi-or · 3 years

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your type (pt. 7)

Hellooooo~ I’m in a writing mood lately and have been paying more attention to this story again. :) so you’ll get a few more parts this month.

BIPOC rec: Braiding Sweetgrass - Robin Wall Kimmerer; a beautiful book about botany and its influence on Indigenous people and how we can relate their teachings to climate justice. My favourite quote: “All flourishing is mutual.”

I’m also going to reblog this post with a bunch of links to support Daunte Wright as well as the protests in the U.S.

w.c. 1.4k (this one’s a bit shorter, but the next part is a LONG one. Like the longest post I’ve ever done across all my stories. I don’t want to split it up. So be prepared and enjoy :))

pairing: jihoon x OC/reader

pt. 1; pt. 2; pt. 3; pt. 4; pt. 5; pt. 6

Like every day for the last month, Jihoon is waiting for her in the hallway outside her lab. She closes the door behind her and notices the paper bag in his hand.

“I made us lunch.”

She blinks. “You made us… lunch?”

“Yeah.”

She ducks into the student office to grab her water bottle. When she reemerges, Jihoon motions with his head for her to walk with him.

“We need to talk.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “What about?”

“Just have to lay my cards on the table.”

Jihoon had gone over what he was going to say with Seungcheol, Mingyu, and Soonyoung the night before.

“It doesn’t need to be a big fancy speech,” Seungcheol said. “Just say how you feel.”

“I don’t…” He couldn’t exactly argue that he felt nothing. And his friends were clear that they didn’t think he felt nothing. “I don’t know what I feel. I just don’t think we can win this bet and we should call it.”

Soonyoung smacked the side of his head. “You can. And here’s what you’re going to say.”

“I want to be honest with you about my intentions so that you’re not confused as to why I’m hanging around you.”

She nods slowly and then takes a swig of her water. “Seems very formal of you.”

They walk right through the skywalk and take the stairs out onto the green. They find a tree to sit under. The air is warm, but there’s an intermittent breeze that makes it tolerable. He pulls two bowls of spicy ramen that he made before coming and hands one to her. It, at the very least, gets a smile on her face.

“I want you to know…” Jihoon pauses, stirring his noodles and watching the steam rise from the container. “I’m all in.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “All into what?”

So, he doesn’t either. “This. Us. Whatever this is I’m pursuing. I want you to know that the stories you’ve heard about me are probably true, that I have hurt other people before, but I want to try with you.”

Her chewing slows, as she processes these words.

“Look,” Soonyoung had said, “it’s not lost on her that you’re a player. And Jihyo’s told hyung that some of your past girlfriends have shared… their opinions about you. You can’t hide those.”

“I know that someone like me has hurt you before and you don’t have to tell me about him ever, but I don’t want to be that guy. I want to be someone you can trust. Someone you can trust to give you the honesty you deserve.”

He’s started adlibbing off of Soonyoung’s speech. The speech had something about heaven and finding himself. It was too romantic and there was no way someone like her would buy it.

Meanwhile, her stomach is churning and she isn’t sure if it’s from the spicy noodles or from what Jihoon is saying. “You’re saying,” she searches for the words she wants to use, “you want to date me?”

“Yeah.”

“Just… me.”

“Yeah.”

She leans back against the tree and makes a point of stirring her noodles to cool them, mostly just stalling for time. A third woman had come to her while she was walking into the chemistry building that morning. It was as if all of Jihoon’s past conquests were gravitating towards her in some weird twist of fate.

Which was a strange coincidence, because Jihyo had just spent the better part of last night convincing her to give Jihoon a chance.

And now hearing Jihoon speak like this is messing with her head further.

“What happened to your date last night?” She shakes her head. “You told me you had dates lined up for the next week.”

“Cancelled. All of them.” Jihoon knew she knew about Ara yesterday. “Including yesterday’s.”

“All because you suddenly want to date me?”

“No, because I realized that unless I tell you what I want straight up, you won’t know. And my actions and what I want weren’t lining up. So…” Jihoon makes a point to catch her gaze. “I’m trying.”

“She’s not going to believe you,” Mingyu had said. “So, the best way is not to convince her that you’ll be good but that you’ll try to be better. For some reason, girls love when we say we’ll try to be better than we once were.”

She pauses. She’s about to put food in her, but sets the bowl down instead. “How many girls were there before me?”

Bewildered by this question, Jihoon says, “I can’t count that.”

She shakes her head. “Not one-night stands. Not girls you were only with for sex. Actual people that you actually dated.”

Jihoon swallows hard. Being honest here could ruin everything he’s built up until this point. “Maybe 7.”

She nods. “Name them.”

Jihoon bites his tongue.

“If you dated them, they must have meant something to you. You gave them more than a few nights.”

So, he does. He lists them off, but her face doesn’t look happy. Which maybe it wouldn’t because he’s listing off his exes, and she’s never come off as a masochist.

“Chaeyoung?”

Jihoon freezes. Almost immediately, his mind is scrambling and he’s unsure why.

“She’s in your lab,” Jihoon says in disbelief.

“What did you tell them all when they asked you why you weren’t talking to them?” She’s reaching with this question; hoping and dreading that Jihoon really is the creature of habit she’s learned him to be.

And it’s only through this sudden interrogation that Jihoon is realizing how intensely these past women of his have outted him. And it explains why she’s been distant. He hangs his head in shame, because he cannot believe he’s being called out like this. “It was something like…” He turns away from her, hoping a breeze carries his voice away. “‘I’m ignoring you now, please leave me alone.’”

“So, tell me how I’m any different to those girls. Tell me this whole thing isn’t some orchestrated game you’ve played over and over again.”

Jihoon doesn’t know how to answer.

“Jihyo told me that I was being too harsh with you. That the stories I was hearing were coming from women who had been hurt by you. That heartbreak distorts all the good parts about a relationship.” She waits for him to look her way. “My experience with heartbreak is… varied, that’s for sure. And you’re right. Your reputation is exactly how I felt like I was treated the last time I gave my heart to somebody.” She picks up the noodles and lets them slip through her chopsticks.

Jihoon can feel the tiniest flicker of hope rising in his belly, can’t explain the way his heart lifts.

“But my friends keep telling me that I’ll never know good love if I don’t let myself be vulnerable again.” She looks at him, studying his features. What she’s searching for neither of them is sure. “But I’m really, really scared that…”

Jihoon nudges her gently with his hand, careful not to touch her too much. “You can talk to me.”

Her gaze is unwavering. “I’m scared that I’m just going to be another notch on your bedpost.”

The magnitude of work required to win this bet hits Jihoon’s chest like a ton of bricks, hard. He’s sure it almost winds him. But he can see the cracks in her armour right now and he would be stupid (not to mention his friends will strangle him) if he doesn’t wiggle in just a little bit.

His voice is gentle. “I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you.”

“I never liked promises I know people can’t keep. They make real promises redundant.”

Completely fine by him.

“Can we just try it out?” He knows this formula works.

Except the pause is so long that he swears she’s going to say no. “Fine.”

His eyebrows lift, so does that hope in his belly. “Really?”

She nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Yeah. Really.”

Jihoon realizes that she’s definitely played his game before with other men when he glances at her lips and she smirks.

“That does not mean that you can kiss me right now.”

He smiles genuinely for the first time since they started taking. “Fine.” He recognizes the warmth spreading through his chest. It’s a nice feeling. One he hasn’t felt around anyone in a while.

“Thanks for the ramen, by the way.”

“Not too spicy?”

“I mean, yes, but it’s still good.”

“Does this mean that you’ll come to the studio and listen to those songs after work?”

She hums. “Yeah, okay.”

#woozi #woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #Lee Jihoon #lee jihoon scenarios #Seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt

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suituuup · 4 years

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pieces - chapter 4

summary: Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn't expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

rating: E (drug use, emotional abuse)

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six years ago

Chloe glanced up at the Girls neon sign and adjusted her purse over her shoulder, sucking in a sharp breath. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous; it was just dancing, right? Chloe loved dancing. Granted, it would be in a bikini and heels with mostly middle-aged men watching, a far cry from her performances as Bella, but she could do this.

She didn’t have much of a choice, anyway.

Money had been really tight lately, as it turned out living in NYC was really expensive, and her parents couldn’t help her much, given that they had already financed her seven years in Barden and her dad had health issues.

It was one of her colleagues at the coffee shop Chloe worked at who told her about stripping. The money was a lot better and the hours were flexible, so Chloe could go to class during the day, study for a bit at night then head to work. Sleep would be scarce but… it was either that or she wouldn’t be able to pay rent this month.

Sucking in a deep breath, Chloe pushed the door open and found it locked. It was only seven pm, but she didn’t want to bother the manager later in the night when it got busy. She knocked on the surface several times, the door eventually opening after a minute or two.

“Yes?” A slightly older woman popped her head out. “What can I do for you, honey? We don’t open ‘til nine.”

“I know, um, I was hoping to see the manager? I was told there was an opening for a stripper position.”

Her gaze swept over Chloe’s figure, and she smiled before opening the door wider. “Have a seat, I’ll call him.”

present time

“Marco, turn off your fucking phone,” Chloe groaned, patting the space next to her to wake him up.

The blaring alarm was jamming into her skull like a goddamn sledgehammer. When her hand only met soft sheets, Chloe’s eyes opened, instantly squinting against the blinding light. Marco wasn’t there. Not that it was much of a surprise, as he often slept around. “Fuck,” she muttered as she sat up, eventually locating the offending object and swiping across the screen until it turned silent. Chloe flopped back against the mattress, legs twisting into the sheets as she angled her face into the pillow. Her head was pulsing from a raging hangover and her mouth felt as dry as the freaking Sahara, but Chloe didn’t feel like moving.

She didn’t feel like living.

Each morning felt like having to claw herself a way out from underneath the rubble. Each morning felt like she had fallen a little bit deeper during the night.

All of that because of one wrong step, and a tumble.

five and a half years ago

Multiple Sclerosis.

Chloe remembered the day her parents told her about it. She was eighteen, it was a warm evening in the summer. She had been stargazing, like she often did during those peaceful nights, making the most of Oregon’s gorgeous skies before she moved to Atlanta for college.

Her mom called her inside, sitting her down at the table. Chloe could immediately tell something was wrong.

Her dad was sick. Multiple Sclerosis, the doctor said. Chloe had heard of it, but she wasn’t sure what it meant. Her dad explained it was something to do with the brain and the nerves. He was starting to lose feeling in his right arm, and it would only get worse with age.

The news crushed Chloe; her dad was her best friend, her adventure buddy. He took her on camping trips before she could walk. They went fishing together, played ball on the nearby court, or went for runs on the beach on Sundays. He often talked about how excited he was to do all these things with his grandchildren in the future.

Since his disease was late-onset, it progressed quickly. Her dad could no longer walk, and she could tell her parents were struggling with affording treatment, homecare, and equipment to make their lives easier.

“More shifts, huh?” Greg, the club’s manager, asked her as he reclined back in his leather chair behind his desk, folding his hands over his stomach.

“Yeah, I’m a little tight on money and would like to work two more nights a week.”

She would figure out how to juggle stripping with school. She just would.

“I don’t have any more shifts available, unfortunately. However…” he pushed to his feet and rounded his desk, leaning against it as he faced Chloe. “Clients like you. I’ve stopped counting the number of times they requested you for something private. So there’s always that option to make extra cash.”

“Something private?” Chloe cleared her throat. “What um-- what does that entail exactly?”

Greg smirked. “Anything goes for the right amount of money.”

Chloe knew the more she thought about it, the most likely she was to chicken out. So she agreed.

“You look like you’re going to be sick, hun,” Martha, the oldest stripper of the bunch, said as she approached Chloe. She sat in front of her vanity, mentally preparing herself to go into one of the VIP rooms with a client. “You need to pull yourself together, babe. The client won’t enjoy it if you’re nervous.”

She reached inside her purse and produced a tiny zip-lock bag with a bit of white powder in it.

“Helps to take the edge off, especially on your first time,” she added when Chloe glanced at her in shock.

“I don’t-- I don’t do that stuff.”

She knew drugs got around the club. Most of the girls used. Crack, ecstasy, heroin, meth… you name it, Chloe had seen it go around. But she promised herself she’d never go down that route.

Martha shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Chloe lasted three weeks before snorting her first line.

present time

“Fuck, where is it?” Chloe muttered to herself as she rummaged through her bag, eventually tipping it back so its contents spread over the mattress.

She spotted the tiny bag and snatched it, smearing some of its content onto the small mirror laying on her bedside table. Her hand shook as she used an expired credit card to make a line, then grabbed the straw.

You know that first cup of coffee of the day you can hardly function without? Well, that is what cocaine had become to Chloe. She used to justify her actions by convincing herself she could stop anytime she wanted to. But it was already too late. She was hooked, and it was too fucking hard to stop.

As she plopped back on her bed and attempted to relax while the coke worked on her nervous system, Chloe thought of Beca.

five years ago

Bree 💕

Chloe groaned at the name flashing on her vibrating phone and flipped it over, curling up in a ball on her bed. She had been ignoring most of the girls for the past few weeks. Every glance at the group chat reminded her of how much of a failure she was.

Aubrey had just passed the bar. Beca had been nominated for a Grammy. Cynthia-Rose was a music producer. Stacie, a space engineer. And so on.

They were all successful in life, while Chloe?

Well, Chloe had dropped out of vet school. She was a stripper who pleasured men for a living. She lived in a tiny box apartment and spent her grocery money on crack. She got drunk pretty much every night and had absolutely no prospect in life.

Their yearly Bellas reunion was just around the corner, and Chloe hadn’t replied yet, which was no doubt the reason behind her best friend calling this morning. And yesterday. And the day before that.

Chloe couldn’t go. For the same reason, she couldn’t go home to her parents.

The thought of it only fed that shame eating away at her soul.

present day

Chloe hadn’t allowed herself to think about the Bellas in a long time, as it only brought heartbreak, regrets, and even more shame over how she had left things.

But then Beca showed up out of the blue, and Chloe’s shield instantly materialized. She saw it right there in Beca’s eyes; the pity over what Chloe had become. That unspoken reminder that she was a failure made Chloe want to crawl out of her own skin.

Chloe wasn’t planning on using that business card. Even though Beca was on her mind near constantly, she couldn’t bring herself to call her. And then they bumped into one another last week, and despite the snark, what was left of the Chloe from six years ago within her thought it might mean something.

A coffee. Coffee was fine, to start with.

Sarah was unexpected, yet another proof of how together Beca’s life was. But Chloe pushed through the discomfort swirling around her insides, up until the money comment. Up until it further dawned on her that they now belonged to two very different worlds.

Beca was probably a multi-millionaire. Aubrey was a lawyer. And Chloe? Well, Chloe was still just as worthless as she was five years ago. That shame she had somehow managed to bury all that time came right back around to slap her in the face.

So she bolted, figuring this was the last she would see of Beca Mitchell.

Except Chloe couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Grabbing her computer, she sat up against the headboard and balanced the device on her thighs, allowing herself to look Beca up for the first time in five years.

Various photos of Beca on the red carpet and a Wikipedia page popped up, and Chloe clicked on the page, swallowing the lump forming in her throat as she scrolled down. Fifteen minutes later, she somehow found herself on YouTube, typing in the same name and clicking on the most popular video.

Something unraveled within her as she heard that voice for the first time in half a decade. An array of emotions released, but one stood out over the others as it was a feeling Chloe hadn’t experienced in a long time: peace.

Music hadn’t felt like music for a long while; Chloe had lost her connection to it somewhere down the road. She had grown numb to it, just like with most things that used to make her happy.

But this… Chloe had forgotten what it felt like to be moved by lyrics. To feel comforted by a melody that felt like a warm blanket over her soul. Soon tears were slipping out of her eyes and Chloe didn’t do anything to stop them. She curled up in a ball and played Beca’s albums on shuffle for the next three hours, basking in that temporary moment of serenity.

When it eventually stopped, Chloe plucked Beca’s business card from her bedside table and grabbed her phone, blinking several times to clear her vision so she could punch in the right numbers. Her heart echoed in her ears as she waited for someone to pick it up.

“BMLJ, Tara speaking, how may I help?”

“H-hi, this is Chloe Beale. I was wondering if I could speak to Beca? Beca Mitchell.”

“Hold please.”

Chloe started picking on her nails, battling with the little voice inside her head encouraging her to hang up.

“Chlo?”

Chloe’s chest tightened at the nickname, and her voice stuck to her throat. “Hi.”

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“No, I… I mean yes, I am crying but I-- I just listened to your music and-- it’s amazing, Beca.”

“Oh.” Beca sounded surprised. A few beats of silence follow. “It means a lot that you liked it, Chlo.”

It took Chloe a handful of seconds to realize she was the one supposed to say something. “I um, is this a bad time?”

“No, no. What’s up?”

Chloe sucked in a sharp breath as she picked at a loose thread on her sleeping shorts. “I um, well I was wondering if we could see each other sometime next week? I’m sorry about the other day, I wasn’t-- I wasn’t feeling great.”

“You don’t need to apologize. And yeah, that sounds great. How about Thursday for lunch? Or a walk in the park, if you prefer.”

“A walk in the park sounds good.”

“We can meet next to the Roosevelt statue in front of the Natural History Museum at 12:30?”

“Okay.”

“Chloe?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really happy you called. See you on Thursday.”

Chloe’s smile felt like the first genuine one in too long. “See you on Thursday.”

“What’s going on on Thursday?”

Chloe jolted, looking over her shoulder to find Marco standing in the doorway. “Jesus, Marco. You scared the crap out of me.”

two years ago

“I’m Marco, the club’s new manager,” the dark-haired man introduced himself, extending a hand towards Chloe.

Chloe shook his hand. “I’m Ariel.”

“You really are as beautiful as they say.”

She glanced through the mirror and met his eyes; unimpressed. “Is it a habit of yours to hit on your employees?”

He chuckled. “No. I guess you’re the exception.”

Chloe wasn’t interested. At first, anyway. But Marco had apparently set his sights on her, and well, Chloe felt lonely. They played around each other for a few months, eventually giving in to their attraction towards each other. One night’s shenanigans blossomed into more, and Chloe found herself falling for her boss.

And she believed him when he told her he loved her. He was the buoy in her storm, the hand that was pulling her from underneath the rubble. Chloe was so blinded by that that she didn’t pick up on his toxic behavior right away.

“Here’s a thought,” he murmured one morning as they lay in bed in his luxurious condo.

Chloe raised an eyebrow. She was definitely still drunk from last night, her recent hit of crack causing her mind to float blissfully.

He set his chin on her hipbone as he lay on his stomach, looking up at her. “I don’t want you to work in the VIP room anymore.”

“Are you jealous or something?” Chloe slurred, smirking to mask how desperate she was to stop working in the VIP room. It had crushed her spirit. “You know I can’t afford to only live on lapdances and the stage. I have rent and bills to pay.”

He licked his lips, a soft smile spreading across her features. “I know. Which is why you should move in with me.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “We’ve been together only four months.”

“But I love you,” he said, almost desperately. “And you love me too, right? We’re good together, baby.”

A sigh flitted past Chloe’s lips. “Even if I do move in, I still have to take care of my dad.”

“I know that too. And I want you to get a cut from the nightly profit, too.”

Chloe should have known it was too good to be true, yet she agreed.

It was another year before the veil lifted and Marco showed his true character.

present

Marco ignored her. As he usually did. “What’s going on on Thursday?” He repeated his tone calm and collected as always.

“I’m meeting up with Beca.” Not waiting for an answer, Chloe stood and padded out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. It was nearly five, and she hadn’t eaten anything yet.

“The chick from the 20 grand lapdance?” Marco followed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter while Chloe rummaged through the cupboards for a snack. “What’s her deal?”

“What do you mean, what’s her deal? We’re just gonna catch up. I told you, we used to be friends in college.”

Marco’s features hardened. “I don’t want you to see her.”

Chloe grabbed a box of crackers and rolled her eyes. “I don’t remember asking you for your opinion.”

Marco approached, pinning her between his body and the counter. “Don’t talk to me like that, Chloe.”

Chloe gritted her teeth and glared at him, standing her ground. “I never complain about you sleeping around with other women and you lose your mind over me meeting a friend? You don’t control me. I’ll meet her if I want to.”

She moved to get past him, yelping when he yanked her back by the arm. The anger swirling in his eyes made her choke on her saliva.

“I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done for you, Chloe. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be giving blowjobs for a living.” He didn’t need to raise his voice; the truth behind his words was powerful enough as they wormed their way into Chloe’s brain. “Does she even know you’re a crack addict? That you can’t go more than five hours without a hit?” He continued, seemingly finding it satisfying to break through Chloe’s armor. “Maybe she’s just looking for a charity case.”

Chloe warred with her mind not to believe him, shaking her head as her insecurities muffled her anger towards Marco. “That’s not-- that’s not true. You’re wrong.”

“Am I?”

Chloe remained silent, doubt seizing her.

“That’s what I thought.” Marco’s hold loosened. “Think about your dad, sweetheart. It would be a shame if you suddenly found yourself without a job and no money to provide for him. You know no other strip club will want you if I fire you. And that’s all you can do, isn’t it? Using your body to charm men into giving you money.” He squeezed her hip, leaning in closer so he was whispering the next bit directly against her ear. “So I would listen if I were you.”

He walked away then, but his words remained, trapping Chloe’s mind in an invisible prison.

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The Part-Time Puppeteer - Chapter 06

<= Chapter 5

Summary : Lukas gets to have a heart-to-heart discussion with an absolute asshole. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/23828971/chapters/81015496

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AAAAH I'M SORRY FOR THE TWO MONTHS HIATUS I HAD A WRITER BLOCK---

Anyway uuuh, new chapter, I have no idea if it's good or not but still, here it is. I did my best to offer you a longer chapter as a compensation, it's twice the length of the last one.

Happy reading ! Thank you for waiting all this time.

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Chapter 6 - “Oh. It’s you.”

The rest of the day had been… Quite blurry for the student. After coming back home, he had sat down at his desk, staring into space for… Minutes, hours, he hadn’t been able to tell. It was an understatement to say that he was in shock after what had happened. Even after everything, his mind couldn’t help but think this was just a joke, or that he had imagined the whole thing. But the script in his bag was a proof of the contrary. For a good while, the young man hadn’t found the courage to look back at it, as if it were some sort of cursed object, haunting him. But then, the Conductor’s words came back to him: “learn your text by tomorrow”. An order, a clear one, coming from one of his bosses. The student shivered as he remembered, soon bringing his hands to his face, massaging his closed, tired eyes. Oh, boy, why did he always get in that kind of situation… Even when he was a kid, he would often get dragged in things like this. He had thought this would get better as he grew up, but noooo, of fucking course it wouldn’t. Lukas let out a loud, long, exaggerated sigh, and stood up. He walked to his sofa bed all while dragging his feet and, once he was in front of it, it was like what was left of his energy left him. What a day . With another sigh, the student felt his body fall forward, and it wasn’t long before his face hit one of his pillows. Air was forced out of his lungs by the impact, though he did nothing but grunt in the fabric. Him? An actor? This couldn’t be right, this just… It wasn’t right. Sure, MJ was a jerk, but he still had the skills and the experience! In comparison, Lukas was just a law student- not a bad one, mind you, which only made it even more surprising to see him getting the role. It wasn’t like he had chosen the wrong scholar path, no, on the contrary, he was skilled in his major. But apparently, his bosses had seen something else deep inside that walking shell of anxiety… -“Uuuuugh...” his voice was low and tired. For a moment, he thought he was almost going to fall asleep like this, still wearing his clothes, but he reluctantly sat down. With a look full of weariness and unwillingness, the student’s attention went back to his bag, in which the script was. He didn’t want to learn the lines, and a single glance at his desk full of homework was a good way to understand why. But it seemed like his paycheck was now depending on it, as much as he would have preferred to remain a stagehand… -“Guess I don’t have a choice…” he mumbled, before moving his foot to reach for the bag, making it slide towards him, so he could open it. He supposed that he would be able to scribble down the answers to his homework during his lunch break… Or, at least, he hoped. And so, the young man spent the next two hours learning his lines, saying them out loud, so he could remember them. A good thing about his brain was that it learned pretty well from words and sounds. Thus, by saying them out loud, Lukas was pretty efficient in remembering them. Plus, truth to be told, those lines weren’t exactly as hard to learn as his law books… Not that it was a bad thing, far from it. At least, it made his job far easier. However, he wasn’t going to lie, there were a few parts that were harder to remember. Once he was done, the student hesitated on whether he should go to sleep (the reasonable option) or try to get some of his homework done. Sure, he was pretty tired, and the day had been filled by a lot of diverse emotions… But part of him knew he just wouldn’t be able to fall asleep knowing what awaited him the day after. He had always been very anxious, this was a secret to no one, and especially not himself… However, this whole thing was very new, and it made it all worse. And so… The student ended up staying up late until three in the morning, managing to get most of his homework done. One of the perks of being good at a subject was being fast. Of course, this would have given him much better results if he had worked on it seriously, without all the tiredness and all, but the context wasn’t really allowing him that.

Thus, Lukas packed up his college stuff for the next day and soon went to sleep for one very short night. Oh, well, not his first, far from it. Thankfully, he had a few sleeping meds he had kept from an old treatment, allowing him to fall asleep rather quick. However, this always came at a price- they made waking up a much more difficult moment, as his body was still very much under the influence of the medicine when that happened. And the next morning… Was no exception, especially since he only got to sleep for less than three hours. Fighting the urge to go back to sleep, Lukas managed to get up and prepare himself for college. New clothes, brushing his hair and teeth… It only took him a moment until he was ready to leave his small apartment. Oh, his face, however… It looked like it belonged to a rotten corpse, who had just come back to life… Somewhat. The trip to college was pretty ordinary, and so was his morning and afternoon, actually. He gave his teachers all the papers that were due, he aced one of his oral presentation despite looking like a dead man… No, really, this day was going well, which was surprising considering he was mostly surviving thanks to coffee and to the fear of collapsing in public. Yeah, no, he didn’t want any attention on him… Which was a funny thing to think about, because this was exactly what he was going to get with his new job! Once his classes were over, Lukas took the bus to his workplace, dread settling on his shoulders, heavier and heavier as the minutes passed. Oh, he didn’t want to get that role… Of course, he could tell his bosses, but there was a small part of him, deep down, that was curious about where this would lead him. Now, obviously, being a stagehand was a pretty classic job, one without risks… But this? While he was terrified of screwing up, especially since people would be looking at him… Yeah, there was something that prevented him from refusing this promotion. And, also, if that could piss MJ off, then it was a good bonus. The studio reception was calm compared to the day before and, for a moment, just a small moment, the student thought his shift was going to be nice. But ooh, no, he couldn’t have nice things- the moment he opened the door leading to the staff areas, he winced as many voices echoed around him. They were coming from all directions, through walls, doors too! It was a large cacophony in there, and people were running around, carrying stuff and bringing props for each shooting. Actions movies, dramas, comedies… Each type had its own part of the studio, but there was this central room linking them all together and, oh, this place was just a battlefield. Moving fast through the agitated crowd, Lukas tried to reach his accredited part of the studio- the children shows shootings. Avoiding props almost falling on his feet accidentally, sneaking between people carrying hot coffee, and bending down to avoid planks being carried around… He bumped into someone just before he got to open the door leading to his area. -“Oh, I- I’m sorry,” he stammered, quickly moving back, so he could apologize properly to the person he had bumped into. However, his eyes widened when he recognized the figure in front of him. Mike! The good twin. For a second, the latter’s face had alarmed him, as he thought he had bumped into MJ instead… But thankfully, while having the same face, the two brothers had very different hairstyles and fashion choices. The student let out a sigh- phew, he wasn’t sure he would have been ready for MJ’s bullshit right at the beginning of his shift. -“Oh, hey!” Mike seemed almost as surprised as he was, though his expression quickly changed to a warm, welcoming one: “Good to see you again- oh, wait, let’s, uh… Get inside,” he then mumbled, opening the door quickly so they both could leave the absolute war zone they were in. Lukas didn’t lose any time and followed the other like a shadow would, only getting the opportunity to sigh in relief as they found themselves in a much quieter place. Kinda ironic that the children shows part of the

studio was calmer than the staff hall... -“Hey,” he finally replied, now that the “battlefield” was behind them: “It’s good to see you too,” he answered trustfully, with a smile. He hadn’t seen the other since MJ’s outburst the day before, and getting the chance to meet him again was a good way of making Lukas’ day a little better and… Less chaotic. -“How are you?” he then asked, deciding to take a moment for a conversation with his only friend in the studio so far. Plus, he was… Worried. With what had happened the day before, and how MJ had thrown Mike’s puppet on the floor like it was nothing, he wanted to make sure everything was okay. -“Oh, I’m… Doing fine,” the other looked away with an awkward smile, which was an obvious sign that things had definitely happened yesterday. With how furious the actor had been when leaving the shooting, Lukas could very well imagine the latter taking his frustration on his brother. What an asshole. But, it was family business, and he couldn’t say anything about it, as a stranger. -“What about you?” Mike added quickly, visibly determined on changing the topic: “I heard you got the role, yesterday. Congrats!” The praise took the student by surprise, and he felt his cheeks reddening from the embarrassment. Oh, man, this was new, yeah… He wasn’t used to that kind of thing. His stance tensed up, and a sheepish smile took place on his lips. -“Oh, uh… Thanks,” he blurted out, and it was his turn to look away: “It’s… Really weird, I guess I’m just… Feeling a bit shocked, you know?” he turned his head back to his new friend and a nervous giggle escaped him. He was fidgeting, not really knowing how to respond to that. -“Ah, yeah, it’s your first time,” Mike nodded, remembering that Lukas had first been hired as a stagehand, not as an actor: “Don’t worry, children shows are the perfect way to start as a beginner. You know, with the public being less critical and all… I’m sure you’ll get used to it in no time.” The puppet maker was kind, trying to reassure Lukas and ease his anxiety. Too bad that his stage fight was skyrocketing since the moment he had stepped in the building again… Another nervous giggle left his lips, and he started to rub his arm, not knowing what to do with his hands. -“I suppose so…” he muttered, still smiling, though it looked less genuine: “It’s just that… I mean… Why me? I’m just a guy who wanted a part-time job. I’m not an actor, I don’t have any experience…” -“Well, from what I’ve heard, you were pretty good yesterday- oh, speaking about that…” Mike’s face darkened, as if he had just remember to mention something unpleasant: “I think you should… Avoid MJ, as much as you can, from now on. My brother, he’s… He didn’t take it well, I’m not gonna lie, and… I mean, you saw how he is with people, he’s not the best at being with others. Now, with what happened yesterday, I don’t think he’ll make your life any easier.” The student grimaced as he listened to his friend. Yeah… Yeah, he had seen that coming. With how livid MJ had been when leaving the set, it wasn’t surprising that the latter was going to make his shifts hell. God, he really hoped he would manage to avoid that jerk… -“Yeah, I… Kinda expected that,” he admitted, tilting his head to the side with a wince: “But, uh… Since he’s not part of the team anymore, I shouldn’t run too much into him… Right?” -“I wish I’d say yes, but…” Mike answered, his face showing conflict: “He has some other roles in the studio, and he might come see me now and then, so… Yeah. Be careful and do your best to avoid him. He’s not… The best person to be around when he’s like this.” “Oh, you mean all the time, then?” Lukas thought to himself, but kept his mouth shut. Not the best thing to say out loud, especially when it came to said person’s twin. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why Mike was making so many efforts for someone that clearly didn’t deserve them… But, then again, he was a stranger, it wasn’t his place to say anything. -“Will do,” he assured his friend, before looking at his watch and- oh, shit, he was going to

be late. Apparently, it must have been visible from his expression, because the puppet maker let out a soft giggle: -“Oh, yeah, it’s time,” he looked up, as if he were trying to remember something: “Last time I saw the Conductor and DJ Grooves, they were in the conference room with some investors. You should go practice in the meantime… My workshop is open, if you want,” he offered with a shrug: “It’s a small room, but I’m normally the only one there, so if you wanna have some quiet, alone time to rehearse, well… I need to help the stagehands for some set repairs, so I won’t bother you.” The offer was a really nice attention, another one that did help to make Lukas’ day a little better. Considering his promotion, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to help the other stagehands while waiting for his bosses, but… Well, practicing really wouldn’t hurt, especially considering how short his night had been. -“Thanks, I really appreciate it,” he gave Mike a warm smile, before pointing to a door on the other side of the room: “It’s this one, right?” he asked for confirmation. -“Yep, that’s the one! Just, uh… Please don’t touch anything, most of the puppets and costumes aren’t done, so they’re quite fragile.” Lukas assured him he wouldn’t, and even then, he didn’t have any reason to. At least, contrary to his friend’s twin, he knew how to respect someone’s work… And with that, the two waved to one another, before heading to opposite directions. The student walked to the door with a quick pace, wanting to get as much time as possible to practice. When he opened it, he was surprised to see that, yeah, the room was pretty small indeed, even smaller than what he had imagined. The place was full of puppets hanging from the ceiling, and the walls were covered in eccentric and colorful clothes. It was almost eye straining! Two out of the four corners of the rooms were used to stock supplies and different types of fabric, making the room even smaller than it originally was. Then, hidden in the third corner was a desk with a sewing machine on top of it. It looked like an old but durable one, the kind that would last years even if it was out-of-date. Other than that, the desk was full of smaller supplies, like needles, sewing threads, pens, pieces of paper, templates… It was like this room had no free space other than the center of it. Well, Lukas supposed this is where he would rehearse, then. Not like there were many other option… The young man closed the door behind him and made a few steps, his eyes looking all around him. He didn’t think it was possible to fit so many things in a single room, but, hey, he was wrong! He then shook his head- it was time to work. After clearing his throat, the student opened his bag and took the script out, flipping the pages up to the parts he had the most trouble remembering. Oh, jeez, he really was doing this, wasn’t he? This was so weird… But whatever paid his bills and his studies, he guessed. And so… He got to work. It was a lot easier to practice when there was no one around. No one to judge him, no one to mock him when he fucked up… Yeah, it made it all easier. Sure, he didn’t have any experience in it, but at least he had to admit it was pretty fun. Nonetheless, he still had no idea why the two directors chose him over an experienced actor like MJ… Like, of course he had noticed the latter was a huge asshole, but other than that, his acting skills were obvious. Maybe he was being used to give MJ a lesson…? This seemed like the most probable explanation. After all, MJ’s presence in the casting was supposed to bring attention to the show… And now, one of the most important roles had been given to a nobody instead. It didn’t seem like a good idea, marketing-wise. Law was his specialty, but that didn’t mean he was stupid when it came to other things. Lukas couldn’t believe he had been chosen for his “talents”, because he had none on that field. After a moment, he paused his practice, shutting his eyes and letting out an exaggerated sigh. Shit, this was distracting him. He couldn’t focus

on his lines. His acting skills, if he had any, were affected by it. It was like something was entering his mind from one side only to disappear through another. Memorizing the words was harder than he had thought it would be the day before, and he couldn’t help but grunt in frustration. Fuck, he knew he was able to remember those lines, he had learned much more complex texts before! This script was simple, so the young man put the blame on his short night of sleep. Furthermore, it was hard to memorize something only by starting the day before… He was about to start again when he heard the door opening behind him, cutting him short. The student turned to the direction of the noise, expecting to see Mike’s face and… Well, in a way, he kinda did. Except it wasn’t Mike. It was MJ, the evil twin. “Oh, fuck me,” he thought, paling up. For fuck’s sake, right after Mike told him to avoid his brother! Was it a joke or something?! Before he even got the chance to speak, MJ’s expression changed from a neutral one to one of utter disgust. Yeah, clearly, the other had expected to see his twin, but… Nope, Lukas had been the one in the room. “Lesson learned, never going back in that workshop alone,” the student told himself, though it was way too late to do anything about it. -“Oh. It’s you,” the actor spat, this time not trying to keep his nice mask on like he had been when they had met the day before: “The fuck are you doing here?” The celebrity’s eyes were glaring at him, all while examining him from top to bottom. It was… Very unpleasant, to be stared at this way. And being talked to like that? Yeah, no, Lukas was perhaps a shy person, but he didn’t want to let anyone walk all over him, especially not an asshole like MJ. Usually, he tended to flee conflict, but today was different. He was way too tired to deal with this shit. -“Yes , hello to you too,” he muttered as an answer, quickly putting his attention back to the script: “Your brother’s not here, but he told me I could use the room in the meantime.” Apparently, his tone didn’t please the actor, whose eyes narrowed in response: -“No kidding, I can see my brother’s not here, dumbass,” he shrugged and rolled his eyes: “I’m not blind.” Oooh, the insult didn’t fall on deaf ears, and it really rubbed Lukas the wrong way. He turned to the celebrity again, this time returning the latter’s glare: -“Well, good for you, I guess,” the student spoke louder than his previous mutter. His annoyance was much more visible, though he still remained polite: “If you’re looking for Mike, he’s with the stagehands.” -“Didn’t ask,” the actor retorted harshly. The other’s eyes then fell on the script, and his expression darkened. Well, shit, this couldn’t be good- and, just like Lukas had predicted, it wasn’t. MJ’s look of hatred was soon replaced by a mocking yet salty expression, one that the student really didn’t like. -“Aw, am I interrupting something?” the celebrity taunted him, leaning against the door frame as a smirk took place on his lips. -“Actually, yes. You are,” Lukas’ patience was running out. God, he wanted to punch that guy so bad… Well, not like he would ever do that, he wasn’t that kind of person. Still, the urge was there. In response to his honest words, the actor scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes again. God, that fucking asshole… -“What, don’t tell me you honestly think you have what it takes!” MJ’s tone had changed from a mocking one to a harsher, meaner one: “You have no idea how to play a role- lemme guess, you never had any theater courses before, hm?” At Lukas’ silence, the celebrity snickered bitterly: -“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re just a nobody, a guy who happened to be there at the right time. But you, an actor? Don’t make me laugh. You don’t know shit about acting.” Okay, now that was enough. Politeness was nice and all, but with this guy? No, nu-huh, nope, not happening. In an instant, Lukas’ attempts at remaining civil were thrown away through a window. No one could talk to him like that, and not even his anxiety was

going to silence him. -“Oh, I don’t know shit about acting, that’s right,” he talked back, his tone much more aggressive: “But at least I know how to be a decent person.” -“Excuse me?” MJ’s face showed a mix of bewilderment and fury, probably because no one ever confronted him like this in the past: “I didn’t steal someone else’s job!” -“Hah, that’s rich!” the student scoffed, raising his arms with a scandalized expression: “You lost your job! I didn’t do anything!” his voice echoed in the room as his anger intensified: “If you weren’t such an asshole, maybe you’d have kept your place in the-” However, the student didn’t even get the time to finish his sentence. The celebrity had dashed towards him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, bringing their face close as an intimidating gesture: -“Watch your fucking mouth,” was the warning he got from the other, whose eyes were fixed on his: “There are so many things I could do to make your life a living Hell. I have a lot of strings I can pull, and if I were you, I wouldn’t risk that,” the actor’s voice had got lower, like a murmur, a clear threat directed to him. But Lukas was just getting so fucking tired of it. Enough was enough. He grabbed the celebrity’s hand and pulled it away, forcing the latter to let go of him. -“So, let me get this straight: you want to destroy me because I pointed out how much of a jerk you were to everyone? And you still think you’re the decent person out of us two? You might want to rethink that, buddy.” The response he got was yet another glare, though this time there was no spiky answer. “Of course I’m right, asshole, can’t say anything back, now, can you?” he thought to himself, pride swelling inside him. Man, this was perhaps the first argument he ever won… Holy shit, yeah, it was- and he didn’t even stutter! Maybe he needed to be tired more often- yeah, no, that wasn’t a good idea. Air was forced out of his lungs as he was pushed away, though despite the fear of being punched, it never came. The look of pure hatred he was getting from MJ was almost burning him and, for a moment, he really thought he would get attacked- being someone who had never fought anyone, he wasn’t really confident about his abilities to fight back. But all MJ did was to step back to the door, a furious expression written all over his face: -“You wanna play that game with me?” he spat: “Fine. But mark my words, stagehand, I will win.” And not even giving Lukas the time to retort anything, the actor stormed off the room and slammed the door behind him. It screamed “ I am mad, and I want everyone to know that”. Lukas, however, did not give a single fuck about it. Perhaps it was the tiredness speaking (and it was), but if the other wanted to fight, then Lukas would be ready. Well, he probably wouldn’t in hindsight, once his mind cleared up… But at the moment, the young man’s anger was making him blind to many aspects. One of them being that MJ was a famous person who was indeed capable of destroying him, and making him fail his studies with just the right calls. But this wasn’t something Lukas would realize before calming down. And only then, he would ask himself “why the hell couldn’t I keep my mouth shut like usual?!” Until that moment… The student kept rehearsing, though his anger prevented him from actually anything. Today was going to be a long day…

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Hopefully Lukas won't have too much trouble with this jerk of an actor :)c (who I love with all my heart)

=> Chapter 7

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