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Here to Misbehave (Pt. 23 | S.R.)

Summary: Spencer’s birthday plans get interrupted by a case. Frustrated by Reader’s busy schedule, Spencer finds a unique way to spend time with her. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Mild exhibitionism, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, Dom/sub, light choking, degradation/praise, sub space Word Count: 7.3k

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Waiting for Spencer Reid was an interesting position to be in. It was also, unfortunately, very, very common. You would think the IQ points would translate to efficiency, but you’d be very wrong. The only thing that boy does fast is read, and even that didn’t follow through to text messages, considering he’d read none of the six I’d sent him in the past hour.

So, naturally, as one does in an emergency, I called him. Unsurprisingly, the phone barely rang a second time before he picked up. Talking was, as we were both aware, his forte. Without even waiting for my greeting, his groggy voice came through the receiver with a song-like sound.

“Hello, little girl.”

But it wasn’t his turn to sing, and he knew damn well why I was calling. I could hear the smirk on his face so well that I could also envision exactly what he looked like in that moment, with his fluffy hair sticking up from constantly running his hands through it and his eyes only half-open as he tried to finish reading whatever horrible thing that he had in front of him.

It wasn’t how anyone should be spending their birthday. Especially not him. There wasn’t really anything I could do about it, though that didn’t make it any easier to hear the exhaustion and sadness behind that scratchy voice.

“What’re you doing up late? It’s past your bedtime, you know,” he chastised before I even had a chance to speak. He wasn’t wrong — It was 3AM where I was. But where he was, it’d just hit midnight.

“I just wanted to wish a happy birthday to my favorite old man,” I purred back once I’d managed to calm my fast-beating heart. I wondered if I’d ever get used to the brief rush of adrenaline and relief when I heard his voice for the first time after some time away.

I hoped not.

Spencer didn’t seem impressed by my reasoning, though. “You’re sweet. Go to sleep.”

“You’re up, too,” I whined, still picturing the way he would undoubtedly pull the phone further away to lessen the noise. I almost asked if he was also picturing me but stopped when I realized that whatever he had in mind was probably a lot more exciting than reality. Then again, he often told me that moments like this were his favorite. When we’re both too tired to keep our eyes open but too happy to be with each other to let them close all the way.

“Barely,” he corrected.

“Besides, I had to stay up. It’s your birthday.”

I’d meant to lift his spirits, but the long pause after I finished made it evident that my efforts were for naught. He almost seemed even more upset than when he’d answered, and I tried to convince myself that it had nothing to do with me. It wasn’t that hard, considering he was probably staring at images or words of dead people.

“Yeah, sure feels like it.”

His tone alone ensured me it was worse than my imagination.

“Put your work down and pay attention to me instead,” I suggested as softly as I could with the neediness bleeding through, “That’s the first part of your present.”

“You’re my present?” he asked through a gruff laugh that made my heart skip a beat, “I like that present.”

He was trying. I could feel it in his voice, and I wished more than anything that I could teleport to where he was and hold him until it was too difficult for his mouth to form a frown.

“You already have me. That’d be like regifting,” I pointed out with only a pinch of self-deprecation. It was still too much for Spencer, though, who swiftly shot back the ever cheesy, “Every day with you is a gift.”

“Gross, don’t get all sentimental with me,” I ordered playfully.

He returned the energy with all the sass I always knew he was capable of. Once his whining ceased, he mumbled, “Do you come with a gift receipt?”

“No returns or exchanges allowed, I’m afraid.”

Spencer just let out a strained sigh, and in my head, I imagined how it would feel to climb onto his lap as he leaned back in his chair. I could almost feel his arms wrapping around my waist and his lips peppering kisses wherever he could reach. I could feel his love for me flowing across the country, persisting past the cell tower obstacles to make its way back to me.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” he whispered, his first purely sincere statement of the night.

It was an unfortunate choice, too, because it also reminded me of the biggest bummer that I unfortunately had to share.

“Oh, I meant to tell you, it’s midterm season, so…”

He was, thankfully, not as bummed as I was expecting. He was almost certainly thrilled to have a chance to sleep spread out on his bed without having to satisfy the very needy girl beside him, but he still managed to come up with enough bratty energy to scoff, “Are you telling me that I don’t get my gift when I get home?”

“It’ll just be a few days. Promise,” I spoke through the biggest, cheesiest smile I’d had yet. “You’re very distracting, Dr. Reid.”

“When are your exams?” His enthusiasm gave away just how disappointed he was with the news, but any frustration was clearly aimed at my poor professors.

“My last one is on Wednesday.”

The gasp that left him was too funny not to laugh, followed by exasperated, blubbered nonsense that didn’t ever get much clearer. I barely managed to understand him when he cried, “Don’t they know Halloween should be a national holiday?!”

“You should call my professors and yell at them.”

He actually considered it for a moment, but then returned the same silly intonation, “Maybe I will.”

“Do it. You’re probably more qualified than them to teach me, anyway.”

After a short silence that was filled with more sexual tension than I’d expected considering how the phone call started, I heard Spencer gruffly comment, “You’re a cocky little brat tonight.”

It was so familiar to me that I jumped on the opportunity, giggling through my sleep deprived delirium, “I’m in rare form for your birthday.”

The explanation earned me a chuckle, but not much else. At least, not that I could see. The static on the other end of the phone sounded a lot like the way it looked when Spencer leaned his face against his palm and tried to see something that wasn’t there.

But I was there. Sort of. We’d done a lot more with a lot less, after all. So, that’s what I offered him.

“You know… we could have a redo of the last time I called you late at night on a case.”

“That did not end well for me last time,” he droned. I tried not to laugh at the manufactured memory of Spencer holed up in a hotel bathroom because he just had to have me in whatever way he could.

“Only happy endings for your birthday. I promise.”

But then, as it always did, work got in the way. Filled with only the greatest sadness and regret, Spencer quietly but honestly replied, “As much as I would love to, I don’t think it’ll be possible on this case.”

“Is it that bad?”

“Unfortunately.”

I bit my lip because there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t help Spencer with his work any more than I could fix the distance. All I could offer him was a safe home to return to. He would always find that with me.

“Well, in that case, I will be equipped with cartoons and kisses upon your return,” I offered with grace.

But I wasn’t the only one in rare form. Without skipping a beat, Spencer corrected with a smug sadness, “You mean your return. Considering you’re abandoning me on my birthday.”

“Oh my god, the drama!” I cried before remembering that it was, still, in fact, 3AM. The light grimace I gave after remembering would be the only apology my neighbors would get from me. I was too busy building a narrative happy enough to drown out the horrors in front of him. “You’d think I was the one who was away all the time.”

“I’m allowed to be selfish; it’s my birthday,” he sang, and I soaked in the sound, storing it away for any rainy days.

“Fine. What do you want, brat?” I asked in the worst attempt at an impression I’d ever given.

He was just waiting for the question. Drawing out the first couple of syllables, he laughed through the stupidest birthday wish of all time.

“I want… you to go to bed.”

“Ugh!” I yelled again, not even bothering to feel bad about it that time. My exasperation fell on deaf ears, both from a willful desire to ignore my suffering and a literal ringing from the constant yelling.

Still, that impossible man drummed up enough compassion to gloat with a simple, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, jerk,” I grumbled, only to be swiftly corrected with a playful, “Try that again.”

“I love you, too, old man.”

He was satisfied enough with that answer, despite the sarcasm dripping from it. He still knew that the words were true, and that was all that mattered. Any punishments that might be necessary for my broken promise to behave for his birthday could always be doled out later. When the distance between us was narrowed to inches and clothes could be removed like cheap wrapping paper.

“Thank you, little girl. Sweet dreams,” he whispered, reminding me once more of just how empty my bed felt without him. I stared at his pillow for just one second before I threw myself into it. He chuckled at the sound of rustling sheets over the receiver but said nothing else.

“You get some sleep tonight, too, okay?” I asked, uncharacteristically and openly vulnerable in a way that used to scare me.

Spencer’s voice was filled with pride and love as he answered, “You can’t see it, but I am giving you a pinky promise.”

“Good.” Burying my face in his pillow again made it easier to remember that it wouldn’t be forever when I said, “Bye, Spencer.”

“Goodnight, little girl.”

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Autumn on campus felt pretty similar to the rest of the year. I wished that it were different, a little more exciting, to reflect how I felt about the impending holiday. But no, it was just students stumbling into their usual classes and hectically scheduled midterms with hangovers and a total lack of holiday cheer.

It was, in a few words, a complete bummer. The only thing that kept me going through the last of my exams was the knowledge that I’d be seeing Spencer. Unfortunately, he was still doing that rather annoying thing where he refused to answer my text messages. It wasn’t until he ignored even my most ridiculous threats that I realized something was going on.

The ‘Read’ notification sat menacingly on my screen, and I was so fixated on it that I almost didn’t notice the familiar mop of brown curls visible in the front row of the auditorium. But once I saw it, the phone was forgotten faster than ever before. I ran down the steps at a ridiculously dangerous pace, dodging the others still grumbling from their previous exams.

I landed in front of him with only enough breath left to sneer, “You’re in my seat.”

“Surprise,” he said with my favorite smug, self-assured smile.

“Adorable. Now move,” I ordered with a wave of my hand. As much as I loved the guy, I wasn’t about to change my seating arrangement for him. It was beginning to make sense, though, why my friend told me that she wouldn’t be sitting with me today.

“Fine,” he sighed, taking his sweet time moving seats and watching me happily bounce on my feet in the meantime. I snuck behind him into the seat before he’d even fully stood up. That little amount of friction between our bodies seemed to be enough to cause the tension to mount. It’d only been seconds, but I was already seriously considering abandoning the class. To hell with the professor who’d already seen me.

But Spencer’s eyes locked on mine, and he leaned onto the armrest with that same silly smirk.

“It’s a workday, Dr. Reid,” I whispered, forcing my arm next to his and watching the way his pupils grew as I came closer.

“I might have pulled a few strings,” he replied just as quietly, keeping the illusion of secrecy despite many prying eyes around us, “Might’ve told Hotch I was invited.”

“But you weren’t,” I snorted.

Spencer’s head hung in just a little bit of shame, but his wide smile never waned. It was still there, bright and pure in its simplicity as he softly admitted, “Yeah. I lied. But I’m here now.”

There were no complaints about that fact, either. His pinky reached out to mine, twining together in the dim light of the auditorium. Somehow, for a brief second, I forgot about everything else. The noisy chatter meant nothing to me, the two of us lost in some alternate pocket universe that felt safe and warm from the cold air outside.

But time resumed, and I watched as Spencer took his eyes off of me first, turning instead to the lecturer watching us with a knowing glint in his eyes.

“Good morning everyone! We have a special guest with us today.”

I wanted to pay attention to his little introduction, but I couldn’t. Every word that was said about him sounded so clinical. It felt so empty compared to the truth I knew about him. He was so much more than a collection of publications and PhDs.

He was… indescribable. Even as his mouth formed a flat line and his awkward handshake was granted to the crowds of disinterested students, all I saw was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Even if it was only from the shadows of his greatness. Then again, I don’t think he’d ever let me feel that way.

Speaking of…

"Dr. Reid, the only thing I ask is for you to give these wonderful students a chance to show you what they know,” my professor started with a laugh before he so kindly continued, “So go easy on them."

In any other situation, I might have let it slide. I would have accepted the fact that Spencer was far beyond my intellect and not stand up for myself. But this time, Spencer was on my turf.

"All due respect to Dr. Reid, I don't think he needs to go easy on us,” I called from the front row, only audible to the other dutiful students that cared enough to sit up front. I heard Spencer laugh beside me, shaking his head just a little bit at the challenge. He didn’t say anything though, and I returned my eyes to the professor who was already familiar with my antics as I boasted, "At least not on me."

While Spencer caught on to the fairly obvious double entendre, shifting his crossed legs closer, the professor just wrote it off as my usual academic pride.

“I did try to warn you that that one might get competitive,” he commented. At this point, everyone had definitely figured out my relation to the man next to me. It was kind of hard to hide a bullet wound from your school. But again, I was so caught up in the man beside me that I didn’t even feel a little shame at their playful teasing.

Spencer’s commentary was the only thing that mattered, and he gave it with a dreamy sigh. "I'm not offended at all. I'm sure she's very clever."

The little bit of light left in the room started to fade, and once I was shrouded by the shadows, I felt confident enough in my plan to dig through the bag at my feet to pull out probably the nerdiest item in it.

A fucking back-up clicker. Which, I promptly handed to the man beside me.

“You’re in seat B4,” I whispered gruffly, earning yet another snarky chuckle from my boyfriend.

“Is that a challenge?”

I didn’t answer. Not him, anyway. What I did answer was the question that had appeared on the screen.

“Ms. (Y/n)?” My professor called, recognizing my seat number without even looking up.

Luckily for me, today was nothing but a review day of the midterm I’d already taken. While I knew all of the questions and, what I’d hoped were the right answers, Spencer had to read the questions from scratch. Really, it didn’t give me an edge. It just put us on equal playing ground.

As I gave my answer, I watched in my peripherals as Spencer’s eyes narrowed and tongue peeked out from lips that I still hadn’t gotten the chance to kiss today.

It was a bad thing to think about, because my brief reverie of the things that mouth was capable of reminded me of another one. I didn’t even notice another question had appeared on the screen, and when I heard the familiar buzz of an attempted answer, I shared my Professor’s temporary confusion.

“Ah, Dr. Reid,” he laughed, probably already regretting welcoming the bastard here, “Please explain the answer.”

But there was another thing working in my favor: My boyfriend’s giant fucking ego. Really, it should be impossible that someone who was normally super insecure could enjoy showing off as much as he did. My professor didn’t mind, because Spencer’s long-winded answer was a wonderful review of… basically the entire course, and I didn’t mind because it granted me the one thing I needed.

Time. Time to slowly remove my jacket and reveal the sweater underneath. Spencer’s eyes caught the motion, glancing over only a couple of times while he managed to give his answer. It wasn’t until I started to remove the sweater that he cut his answer short.

His throat clearing told me he wanted my attention, but I was still just too distracted for him. I fanned my chest that felt warm for reasons other than the temperature of the room, guaranteeing his eyes would stay there long enough for me to catch the next question before he had a chance.

Or so I thought. Because before the question appeared, I made the positively stupid mistake of meeting his gaze. As soon as I did, my mind was stuck there, drowning in molasses and honey and—

“Dr. Reid, please feel free to continue to do my job for me. Lord knows I would love a break,” the professor joked, and I almost felt guilty for just how genuine he sounded. Not like Spencer would have noticed passive aggression if it existed.

Not like either of us would have cared. Per usual, we were so lost in the space of B4 and B5 that we didn’t care about the rest of the alphabet. All we cared about was winning. It was growing more and more obvious to me, though, that I would have to become a little more ruthless if I wanted to bring down the bona fide genius.

The sound of his voice rang through the auditorium loud, clear, and confident. He didn’t need to worry if he was right or not, because he knew he was. The smugness was grating to my ears. I knew I couldn’t trick him into making a mistake, but there was one thing I could do.

I’d learned one thing very well in my time with Spencer, and that was how to manipulate that pretty little voice of his.

For example, if I wanted to hear it catch in his throat and come out a few pitches higher, all I would have to do is touch him. The riskier the touch, the higher his voice would go. Which was why I spread out the jacket over my lap, making sure that our legs were close enough that it covered him, too. Then I waited, calmly and kindly listening to him drone along until there was a natural enough inflection to hide evidence of any nefarious actions. Just as his voice started to rise, I slid my hand over his knee.

Spencer barely stuttered, just enough for me to know he was affected, but not enough for anyone else to notice. He took the loss with grace, quickly ending his answer with a summary that contained only half as many words as he would have normally provided.

He kept a few for me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, shifting close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my ear.

“All’s fair in love and war,” I hummed. His breath caught again when I began stroking my thumb over his leg that had just started to bounce.

“This is wildly inappropriate.”

“How perceptive,” I returned with my own little smirk. The interaction caught us both, trapping us in the alternate dimension that existed when we held each other. His hand found its way to mine, and his thumb brushed over the back and sent goosebumps shooting over my skin.

I’d practically abandoned our pursuits altogether when I heard my friend’s voice as she took the question that we’d both missed. I should’ve been upset for losing after all that I’d gone through for my strategy to succeed, but it was hard to feel anything other than butterflies when Spencer was still looking at me like that.

Even when I looked away, he stayed, patiently waiting for me to take the final question in the review. I granted him a chance to take it, but he just shook his head, implicitly asking me to take the win for the both of us. Even when we were competing, we were always on the same team.

There were no more distractions as I explained the answer as simply as I could. I was positive the rest of the class was tired of hearing our voices, but Spencer never stopped smiling. I could feel the pride rolling off of him, his hand growing tighter around mine as he took in a deep breath.

“Very good, (y/n),” my professor announced, signaling the end and initiating a large sigh of relief from everyone else.

Spencer sighed too, although his was with a different kind of relief; a dreamy, soft sound as he muttered under his breath, “Just like I said. Very clever.”

The air felt positively electric, and I never hated my class more than I did in that moment. The rest of the period ticked by so slowly that I almost swore the clocks were broken. Once we were allowed to leave, Spencer insisted on sticking around to thank the professor for his hospitality.

I knew it was necessary, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. I tried to be as patient as possible, even though it seemed pointless. Spencer’s little grin told me he knew very well what he was doing. The conversation had dragged on for practically five minutes of agony while I idled by the door.

But then my professor passed, and I felt the adrenaline course through my veins in seconds. As anticipated, we didn’t even make it out of the building before the tension broke. We’d barely even made it down the goddamn hallway before I shoved his scrawny ass into the first empty classroom I found. Once the door clicked shut behind us, the roles were quickly reversed.

I hadn’t seen him that excited in so long that I’d almost forgotten how easy it was to get swept up in his undertow. I couldn’t keep track of his hands or his mouth as they marked any bare skin they could find. But no matter how frantic and uncoordinated the movements were, they never ceased to send chills down my spine.

“This is wildly inappropriate, Dr. Reid,” I managed to slur between sloppy, heated kisses. It was barely comprehensible through the pent-up lust that had driven us there in the first place, but it still felt worth saying.

Spencer, however, made his feelings very clear with a gruff, forceful, “I don’t care.”

His hands were already roaming over my hips, pulling me so close to the edge that I nearly fell off the counter entirely. While I was laughing at his haste, he was busy leaving angry marks on my collarbone, pulling the top of my shirt down to grant him more access. And despite how badly my body burned with desire and need, I drummed up just enough self-preservation to force out a few, regrettable words.

“Take me home.”

Even though I tried to make it sound more seductive than a normal request to stop, it brought the momentum to a halt. Spencer immediately stopped his kisses, but let his hands continue to stroke loving patterns over the sides of my thighs.

“Don’t you have other classes?” he asked. The feeling of his breath against my ears making me second-guess my already voiced decision. But as enticing as the idea was of having him now, having already waited over a week, I knew we could have so much more fun with a little bit of privacy.

“Don’t you have work?” I teased, hoping that it would spur him to take the action we both knew was safer. At the same time, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to poke fun at the academic in him.

“Unless this is your way of telling me you've always wanted to fuck a girl in a lab because, I must admit I'd be more than happy to oblige."

Spencer’s whole body tensed as he imagined just what it would feel like to take me in such a public place. After a couple seconds that I can only imagine were filled with fantasies and a reasonable fear, he pulled me from my seat on the counter and placed me back on the ground.

“Let’s go,” he said, pulling me by my wrist towards the door.

I only barely managed to stop him with both hands on his arm. He turned back to look at me like I’d done some horrible thing, but I was too busy trying to stop the laughter that was spilling from my chest.

“You’re uh—” I cleared my throat, pointing to the very noticeable tent in his slacks before I keened through the giggles, “You’re gonna have to do something about that.”

With a quick glance down, Spencer remembered the very unfortunately obvious trait of the male anatomy. “Fuck,” he stated plainly.

I couldn’t resist.

“I mean, I’m down,” I joked one final time.

“Shut up!” Spencer laughed, too, trying and failing to adjust himself in his pants while I just enjoyed the show.

After all, we both knew that once we were alone, he would get a reprieve from my ridicule. He would get whatever he wanted.

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The chaotic clashing of hands and mouths continued seconds after we’d reached our destination. The empty apartment had all of the sounds of our desperation echoing back to us, and after soaking in the melodious noise for a few seconds, I snapped back to reality.

“Okay, she doesn’t get home for another 30 minutes at the earliest so, we’d better hurry,” I urged, trying to shove Spencer off of me to convince him to move. It barely worked, with his arms clutching tighter the harder I struggled to get away.

Wrapped together just like that, the two of us barely made it a few feet before we almost tumbled to the ground. That was just enough of a reminder of our lack of coordination for Spencer to finally, begrudgingly, release me. Kind of. His hand still held tight to mine, and our laughter still combined the whole way to our bed.

From there, Spencer felt confident in our privacy to answer, “That’s fine. I usually tear open my gifts pretty quickly.”

It was a very good metaphor for the way his hands worked over my clothes. I didn’t even try to pinpoint the moment where being naked no longer made me feel nervous. I let the scar tissue show because neither of us were going to look at it, anyway. We were too caught up in the slight shifts and nuances of our faces as we rushed towards our one mutual goal.

“I missed you,” I mumbled, the words feeling as natural as breathing itself.

“I missed you, too,” he returned, and I felt the raw emotion, the sincerity and desire in every syllable. But once it was over and he had finally managed to remove everything but my underwear, all that was left was an all-encompassing, mind-altering level of lust.

“God, watching you in class was so fucking frustrating,” he strained, his upper lip curling with disdain as he watched my body squirm against the sheets.

“Why’s that?”

“I wanted you so badly.”

There was no denying that it was the honest truth, and I didn’t even want to try. I wanted to gloat and bask in the confirmation that his presence was dangerous for my academic career. Not to mention my sanity.

“Like I said. You’re very distracting.”

Then, to prove my point, that brilliant bastard shoved his hand under the band of my underwear. He only held me softly for one second before he slid his fingers through the slickness and thrust them roughly into me. It hadn’t been that long, but the emptiness I felt before was even more apparent now that I had any part of him inside of me again.

“Am I?” he chimed with a smile.

I wanted to be bratty, to fight the tension that was building and appear unfazed by his ministrations, but there was simply no pretending. Not when my body was already on the verge of spasming around his fingers that seemed to stroke the perfect place within me with every movement.

“Jesus Christ,” I sighed. I should’ve known better than to give him ammunition.

“You’ve resorted to blasphemy already?”

Spencer partnered the tease with a ruthless thrust, burying his fingers to the knuckle inside of me and holding them there. He waited until I ran out of breath and struggled to take another while also trying not to scream in a mixture of frustration and devastating need for more.

“I thought I told you we had to hurry?”

“We’ve got time,” he shot back without pause, “You’re just being a needy little brat.”

“Yes, I am,” I whined just as quickly, “I’m a fucking brat and I need you.”

He almost seemed disappointed in my compliance. His fingers began moving again, eliciting noises that were louder, higher, and sweeter after the anticipation. He tried to draw the attitude out of me by stopping again, waiting for a quip that didn’t come.

“Awww, no fight?” he cooed.

“I can’t. It’s your birthday,” I grumbled before biting my tongue. The pressure was becoming so unbearable I thought I might honestly draw blood. But after another few seconds of torture that felt like a lifetime, Spencer withdrew his hand completely.

He was testing the limits, watching how far I would let him go before begging. But even when he took the same soaked fingers and began rubbing me from the outside of my underwear, I only opened my mouth to steal quick, soft breaths and give pitiful whines.

“Oh, I like this…” he laughed, apparently having gotten past his concern about my sudden compliance, “I could get used to you behaving.”

The song-like cadence got to me, threatening to spark and ignite everything I was holding back. I almost bit back. I almost let the desire scorch my throat with a few choice words for the very rude genius, but I didn’t. The only thing that stopped me was the feel of cotton sliding down my thighs as he removed the final barrier between us.

“You’d miss my misbehaving,” I said with a chuckle. The sound mixed with another, a deep moan that filled my chest when I felt him press himself against my entrance. My back arched, causing him to slip inside of me just enough for us to both lose our words.

“I don’t know…”

If I’d wanted to say anything, my mouth wouldn’t have let me. It was too busy singing his praise while simultaneously begging him to silence it. My lips floundered for a kiss that he hung just far enough away from me to deny. Satisfaction was painted over every feature as he started to enter me, brushing his lips against my mouth every few seconds just to pull away before I was granted the intimacy I sought.

“You do look rather cute when you’re begging.”

It was strange, the way my body started to predict his movements. I met him in the middle of every motion, and I swore even our breath became synchronized in its rapid firing. It wasn’t until his hand rested over my throat we broke the rhythm. I wasn’t going to complain, letting the energy flow down my spine that arched towards him on instinct. His hips never stopped, and I could tell by the way his breath hitched and his fingers grew tighter around my neck that the new angle was as wonderful for him as it was for me.

“You look so sweet when you let go of every ounce of self-preservation and dignity you have and put your life in my hands,” he whispered with an affection that almost seemed odd considering the context. But then there was something else in his moans, a genuine gentleness that made my already arrhythmic heart beat faster.

“You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you?” he asked as his movements stayed calm and careful. Loving and safe.

I didn’t even notice my eyes had closed, but it ultimately didn’t matter. Because when I opened them, I saw the same man that existed in every image behind my eyelids. The only indication he got that I was still capable of communication was the gentle curve of my lips that dropped open in a pleased sigh as his hips continued a slow, tender pace.

It still felt like too much, but not in a bad way. It was too much in the sense that I was reminded once again just how ruined he’d made me. And the smug little shit knew it, too.

“You don’t have a single thought in that pretty little head, do you?” he cooed, dragging his hand up the column of my throat to force his fingers against my tongue. True to my word, I didn’t try to fight back. I soaked the digits that still tasted like me with my jaw left open. His pupils dilated as he watched the spit pool in my mouth that awaited his instruction.

“You just want to be used. Like the perfect little doll you are.”

Unlike my own, his smile was more of a smirk. A crooked, ever so slightly wicked quirk that made my muscles tense around him in their own version of an affirmative answer. He took it, happily. His body crashed into mine, but it merely felt like an extension of myself returning home like the waves meeting the shore. I could feel him claiming his rightful place at the deepest parts of me, making his home with every powerful motion of his hips.

I could hardly breathe, let alone think. I didn’t want to. It felt unnecessary.

“My sweet little girl,” he muttered with an unbelievably chaste kiss in the center of my forehead, “You’d do anything to make your daddy happy.”

I felt detached from myself in a way that didn’t feel me with fear or pain. I could feel myself through his hands, strong and working the pliable flesh of my thighs as he held them up so that he could drive into me harder.

His eyes, also only half open, burned with intensity. I could feel the determination, the undying desire to grant me a serenity that no one else could. His need for me to feel safe and loved with the seemingly contradictory brutality.

But it wasn’t contradictory. The power behind every movement, the insistence on being as close to me as he possibly could, might have caused some physical pain, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of sharing this space with him. Of sharing my body with him just to see what he would do with it. I already knew, but I wanted to feel it again and again. Because with each stroke of his hand and thrust of his hips, I felt it.

Spencer had free rein to do whatever he wanted, and he chose to love me.

“I’m so close. You know what I want,” he pleaded despite holding all of the power. He handed it to me with a low groan, trying to kiss my lips while he commanded, “Do it. Come for me.”

My body obeyed his command, falling to pieces around him with shockwaves breaking over every inch of me. My vision went white, crafting a halo of light around him as he also found himself reaching a peak that seemed different than the times we’d shared before.

I tried to figure out what had changed, what about this time made it unique. But as the euphoria faded, all I saw staring back at me was the same face as always, radiating a joy and understanding that warmed damp, chilly skin. Spencer’s release provided a similar warmth within me, and my body clung to him even tighter despite the exhaustion.

My breathing took its time to even out, but I was in no rush to leave him. I would have stayed like that forever, with Spencer covering me like the silliest, boniest blanket. If it wasn’t for the dead weight he eventually dropped on me, we probably would’ve spent the whole day lost in the covers. But he could thank the scars for me being a little less forgiving.

Of course, thankful is not the word to describe him at all. Whiny was more like it. Even as I turned our bodies together so that I would still be sitting on his lap, he did nothing but groan and bitch about it. That is, until I silenced him with a kiss that barely brushed over his lips.

That was enough to turn his frown back to the dopey smile I loved so much.

“Happy birthday, old man,” I purred, enjoying the way his hands grabbed me tighter at the loving nickname. But age wasn’t what was on his mind. I could see it in the way his eyes tore past my defenses and he held me closer like we could actually become one if he tried hard enough.

“I’m so in love with you, it’s infuriating,” he whispered.

“I’ve heard that one before.”

Spencer wasn’t in a joking mood, though. All of his humor seemed to be expended earlier in the day, and now he was just left with all the mushy, romantic innards that I normally kept at bay.

It wasn’t that bad, though, I thought as his hands framed my face so our foreheads would touch. There were worse things to be trapped with.

“It’s true,” he mumbled with his voice still high and slurred together, “I look at you and there is just… nothing that can be said that would ever explain the way it feels.”

“Gross,” I joked.

“Get used to it,” he returned. And if that wasn’t enough to make me laugh, he stuck his tongue out in the most childish display I’d seen from him since he’d fucking licked my hand on our picnic. It was also just charming enough that I was willing to let the sappy stuff slide.

“I’ll be nice to you this time,” I grumbled. “But also, speaking of time, you’d better hurry up if you don’t want to do the walk of shame with an audience.”

Spencer’s arms fell limp with a dramatic cry before he used them to cover his face once more.

“Ugh. Go,” he ordered. Despite his words, he still made me fight against greedy hands to wrestle my way out of bed. It would have been smarter to let me go quickly. I really don’t know what he was thinking, but he would learn his mistake soon enough. Because as I was finishing up in the bathroom, I heard a very amused voice chiming down the hall on the other side of the door.

“Good afternoon, Spencer.”

I debated not opening the door and freeing Spencer from the unbelievably uncomfortable position he’d just found himself in, but ultimately decided it was too cruel. Still, the stalling had taken up enough time that the poor guy felt compelled to reply.

And, of course, the only thing he could think to say was a pathetic, high pitched, “Hi.”

Somehow managing to contain the absolutely riotous laughter I felt in my gut, I opened the door with the straightest face I could muster.

It wasn’t enough. Spencer saw the pleasure I took in his humiliation and practically shoved me out of the bathroom to take my place behind the doors. While I found the action endearing in the most awkward way, my roommate was mostly just confused about how the fuck I’d managed to find someone as stupid as me.

“I didn’t know he was coming,” she said once she managed to smile at the silly situation.

Clearing my throat, I tried to sound sincere in my bullshit apology. “Me either, sorry.”

In a way, I think the fact I couldn’t pull myself together worked in my favor. Normally, she would have scolded me (albeit playfully) for not alerting her of what she might be walking in on, but this time, she just tried to withhold the smile that still stretched over her cheeks despite her best efforts.

“You’re fine,” she sighed, giving in to the desire to go against her usual grumpy demeanor before retreating to her own room. “Have fun, you hooligans.”

Once her door clicked shut, I heard shuffling on the other side of the door next to me. Spencer’s shadow was visible from the light peeking out underneath, and I waited a few more restless seconds before I announced, “You can come out now, Spencer.”

Cautiously, the door creaked open just enough for his head to poke out and confirm that I wasn’t trying to trick him.

“I’ve never been a hooligan before,” he said with a bounce in his step and his eyebrows halfway up his face. To think that he was the same man who threatened to arrest me for existing at a nightclub was, in a word, hilarious.

“Well, good news for you,” I purred, and the sound must have reminded him of my more devilish nature, because his jubilance quickly shifted back to an obvious anxiety. I wrapped my arms around him even when it meant that his muscles tensed, dragging him down so I could whisper in his ear, “I was just about to ask if you wanted to help me play hooky.”

“And do what?”

It felt strange to say that I hadn’t really thought about it. That the second I’d seen him I knew that the day would be good and free and fun. That everything felt so perfectly fine that I didn’t even want to challenge it with a schedule.

Spencer looked at me, his answer apparent in the way he started to relax the longer we stayed wrapped up in a shitty apartment hallway. It didn’t matter what I said. Spencer would have followed me, just like I would have done for him.

And without the angst or uncertainty of what could go wrong, there was only one thing left for us to do. With a shrug and pout, I proposed the riskiest plan we’d had yet.

“Whatever we want.”

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petri808 · 3 years

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Pranks Are So Revealing Sometimes…

@itafushiweek One bed prompt

After everything had finally settled and damages were assessed to Tokyo jujutsu high following the Kamo incident, the faculty decided it was time for a full renovation. They would fix the damaged areas but also update other undamaged parts. Including the dorms according to their teacher. The students were given a schedule of when each of their rooms would be worked on and given boxes to pack their belongings for temporary storage.

“Don’t worry,” Gojo grinned. “Shouldn’t take more than a day or two per room.”

“Yeah, okay,” Megumi stared back up at his teacher after reading the information. “But where are we supposed to sleep if our room is being renovated?”

“Oh, well since the unoccupied rooms will also be renovated during this process…” the man tapped his chin. “Got it! You bunk with Yuuji, then switch when it’s his rooms turn.”

“Cool! A sleepover!” Yuuji pumped his fists in the air. “We can hang out and watch movies and eat junk food and just crash from a food coma.”

Megumi swallowed thickly with a groan. “I’d rather you give me your credit card,” directing his comment to Gojo, “so I can get a hotel room.”

“No, can do buddy. Come on, it won’t be that bad.”

Yuuji threw an arm over Megumi’s. “It’ll be fine,” his brilliant smile causing the man’s cheeks to redden. “Movies and food, we’ll have fun.”

Megumi looked away and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ugh! Fine!”

“Good.” Gojo patted his student on the shoulder. “Now that’s settled, get packing young Megumi. Tomorrow we’ll be starting with your room.”

With Yuuji’s help, it didn’t take long for Megumi to pack up his belongings. There really wasn’t much, fitting everything into 3 medium sized boxes. Mostly clothes, some books, and minor items. He packed a bag with just enough to be displaced a couple of days, and if the renovations took longer, he could probably just borrow clothes from Yuuji. They were roughly the same size anyway. The boxes were then taken to Yuuji’s room and stacked in a corner out of the way.

But the full toll of the situation didn’t really hit Megumi until the morning of the renovations. He was awoken around 7 am by Gojo, letting him know the construction workers would be there in 15 minutes. Great. So, he dragged himself out of bed and walked into Yuuji’s room planning to get a couple more hours of sleep. It should be fine considering Yuuji rarely got up early on a day off.

The problem was— ‘Only one bed…’ Megumi groaned internally as he swiped his hand down his face. Duh! How could he have missed this detail?! And there was no way to fit a second bed in the room since they were only designed for single occupancy.

“Ugh…” Megumi shuffled back out of the room in irritation. Guess he’ll just go get breakfast and figure out what to do next!

Look, he didn’t have a problem sharing a bed with another person. It’s just sleeping on a bed instead of the hardwood floor, what’s the issue with that? If it was anyone else, Nobara, Toge, Maki, Yuta, whatever— no problem. The PROBLEM is it’s Yuuji. Maybe one of them will let him stay with them? Megumi put his head down on the kitchen table with his arms over his head in frustration. No… that would be weird to ask. Gojo already made all the arrangements between everyone, so if he suddenly had an issue with it, they might find that suspicious and he really didn’t need them asking questions, or worse teasing him about it.

He could hear it all too. What’s wrong with Yuuji? You worried something might happen? Too afraid to confront your feelings. Wink, wink. Aww that’s so cute you’re embarrassed. But Yuuji’s a good catch. Yada, Yada. Maki’s monotone, “just man up” tone was not something Megumi wanted to hear. ‘It’s just a night or two… no big deal. He’ll sleep on one side; I’ll sleep on the other. What could go wrong?’

“Morning!”

Megumi’s body immediately went stiff at the sound of Yuuji voice. Damn guy was like a cat this morning, he never heard him come in! Or did he just miss it because he was too wrapped up in his mind?

“Yeah… morning,” Megumi responded as he sat up in his chair and pretended everything was fine. “Sorry, I didn’t make coffee or anything yet.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can make breakfast. Want some?” Yuuji responded in his chipper way.

“Sure, since you’re offering.”

“I see they started working on your room. That’s what woke me up.”

“Huh? Oh yeah, That’s why I’m up too. Gojo kicked me out at 7.”

“Oh, if you were tired, you could’ve just gone back to sleep in my room.”

“Nah. I’m fine.”

“You still look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

“If you say so,” Yuuji placed a plate of food in front of his friend, then sat down across from him with his own. “So, got any plans for today?”

“Not really.”

“I was thinking of grabbing some snacks from the store for tonight.”

“Something happening tonight?”

“Movie night! Remember?”

“You were serious about that?!”

“Of course! We rarely have time to relax, so this is a perfect opportunity.”

“Well, since I’m stuck in your room… what movie are you picking?”

“You can choose. I don’t really care. How about I’m in charge of snacks and you grab the movies.”

“Fine. I’ll dig something up.”

The pair part ways for the rest of the day. Megumi felt it best to keep himself occupied so he wouldn’t think about that night. So, after breakfast he got some training in with Yuta and Maki who between the two really kept him on his toes. The construction work on his room sounded a lot more extensive than Gojo had relayed based on all the noise coming from within. Someone had placed a “do not enter” sign on the door, and so when Megumi walked past it, he didn’t bother peeking. By the time he returned from shopping around 5pm, it was silent. ‘Guess they’re done for the day.’ But since the sign was still up, it wasn’t finished. ‘Ugh, it better be done by tomorrow night.’

“Hey, Megumi!”

Megumi froze in place. Damn it with Yuuji sneaking up on him! He turned around. “Yeah?”

“I got food!” Yuuji held up two plastic bags stuffed full. “Dinner, snacks, drinks. Did you grab the movies?”

Megumi pulled three DVD cases out of his shopping bag and showed it to his friend. Three movies would kill about six hours, which meant sleeping right after they were finished, equaled less dead time to worry about.

“Sweet! Let’s get started!”

The moment of dread was upon Megumi the instant he walked into Yuuji’s room and laid eyes on that single bed. And as the dorm mate puttered around oblivious to his nervousness, he just watched quietly as the man plopped the bags onto the bed and grabbed a laptop from the desk. This was it, no turning back now.

“Why are you just standing there?” Yuuji questioned with laughter in his tone and patted the bed. “Come on, before the food gets cold.”

Megumi rolled his eyes as if nothing was wrong, but his heartbeat picked up the pace with each step towards the bed. He should be happy that Yuuji was so oblivious to emotions, and yet a part of him was annoyed… maybe disappointed… Megumi quickly shut those thoughts down as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“So, just to get it out of the way. How is this gonna work? Like which side do I sleep on?” Megumi questioned.

Yuuji stopped fusing with a food container and looked over. “Oh, hmm, doesn’t matter to me. I can sleep on either side.”

Well since he was already on one side. “I’ll just take this side I’m on then.”

Yuuji gave him a thumbs up. “Pass me the first movie.”

The first movie… all the movies he’d chosen were just action types. Megumi wanted something with as little romance as possible and knew Yuuji didn’t mind action or horror. Frankly, he thought it was funny his friend still loved horror after becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. Don’t they see enough of it in real life? Between the movies and the eating, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Yuuji became so engrossed in what was on the screen, it helped his anxieties stay lowered.

Megumi had taken up a position with his back against the wall sitting upright, and legs stretched out in front of him, while Yuuji was next to him with about a foot of space between them. Mid-way through the third movie, Megumi was genuinely paying attention since he’d never seen it before, when he felt a pressure against his shoulder. His eyes flared, cheeks heated up, and adrenaline spiked his heart rate. Yuuji had fallen asleep against his shoulder. No kidding this guy could fall asleep anywhere! Versus him who was too wide awake now to even think about it.

The last thing he wanted to do was awaken the sleeping man and make things even more awkward. So, Megumi tried to gently push his friend away to simply rest against the wall. His first several tries failed, but on the fourth, success… briefly.

“Mmm,” Yuuji stirred without waking and shifted on his own to curl up in Megumi’s lap instead!

‘Fuck, my life!’ Megumi screamed in his head. Things just went from bad to a disaster!

Again, Megumi tried to shift the man away, but every time he tried Yuuji would whine.

“Stop moving…” Yuuji mumbled and wrapped his arms around Megumi’s waist, snuggling his face deeper into the man’s leg.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Megumi gritted out in a muffled anger. By now, his whole body felt like it’d been stuck in a furnace and was being roasted alive. Ugh! Yuuji had turned into a damn octopus clinging to its meal! And yet… Megumi had to admit the man was cute as he slept. Geez, he even smiled in his sleep!

Not much he could really do, Megumi exhaled in defeat. So, he did his best to turn off the laptop screen using his foot and shift it close enough to reach. He then grabbed it and placed it onto the nightstand next to the bed, leaving them in a darkened room with only the gentle breathing of Yuuji as any sound. Okay, fine! Megumi counseled himself. Just ignore the fact there’s someone attached to you and try to get some sleep. The faster he went to sleep, the faster the nightmare would end. So, he shifted his body to lie down, then turned over onto his side hoping Yuuji would also readjust.

And the man did, just not in a way Megumi wanted. Yuuji simply snuggled up to his back and weaved an arm around his torso like he was one of those giant stuffed animals you win at a fair! He pushed the arm away, but it sprang back into place.

Megumi screamed in his head. He was so tired… ‘just ignore it, ignore it, ignore it…’

The sound of birds chirping caused Megumi to rouse the next morning. Perfect, his torture was over, it was time to get up— ‘Why was the pillow so hard—’ his eyes opened in a panic as his hand felt the unmistakable sensation of muscle beneath clothing. Without moving an inch only his eyes shifted over and saw the outline of Yuuji’s body lying on his back and he was curled up against his side! ‘Oh, fuck!’

Fight or flight kicked into overdrive as Megumi sprang from the bed like a cat and bolted out of the room. Every nerve ending along his skin was on fire and his mind freaking out, praying Yuuji had slept through it all. ‘This is gonna be so awkward if— What the?!’

As soon as he made it out of the room, Megumi almost ran right smack into Gojo. The man had one hand on Megumi’s bedroom door and the other carried a cursed doll, like the one Yuuji had trained with to practice energy control. “What is that for?”

Realizing he was busted, Gojo slipped the doll behind his back. “Nothing. I was just gonna check on the progress.”

“Uh-huh…” Megumi’s eyebrow raised, instantly suspicious. “Well, let’s just check,” he opened the door himself and walked in. “What’s going on?!” He whipped around. “Are they finished?” Because his room looked exactly like he’d left it the morning before. And he meant exactly!

“Really?!” Gojo pretended to be surprised. “That was quick! Looks like you can move back in. Well, see you at breakfast.”

Gojo turned to leave but Megumi grabbed his shoulder.

“Oi! What the hell?! There was no construction was there you prick?!”

“Nonsense! They must’ve finished yesterday.”

Megumi narrowed a menacing glare at the teacher. “That damn doll was the one making all the noise, wasn’t it?”

“Um… no…”

“And you were about to plant it for a second day!”

“Of course, not! I’m just carrying it around…”

“You’re such a shit liar!”

“Careful Megumi, might wanna keep your voice down lest wake up Yuuji.”

“What do I care if he wakes up now?”

“He’ll find you missing and the bed empty and be sad.” Gojo grinned defiantly then took off in a sprint, cackling like a mad man down the hall.

Bastard pranked him! Megumi screamed as he took off after the man. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

#itafushi week #itafushi #itafushi fan fiction #itafushi fan fic #itadori yuuji #megumi fushiguro #satoru gojo #one bed prompt #fushita

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themarvellouswriter · 4 years

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FIX ME UP

OMEGA! BUCKY BARNES X ALPHA! READER

Summary: The cute EMT has a very snarky personality and the pretty trauma surgeon isn’t a fan.

Genres: Slight smut, fluff and slight angst. Mostly fluff though.

Words: 2.6k

Notes: This is actually my first A/B/O fic.

Warnings: 16+, Dub con, Non con if you squint. But everyone ends up happy I promise. Not beta read yet, will do it later.

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Friday, 20:37

“Doctor L/N! This is the last one. 30 year old beta male. Broken arm and concussion. BP is slightly elevated. O2 levels normal.”

“Thanks Sam. Please take him to med bay 5 and have Doctor Feldman to give him a full check up,” you call out from where you’re examining another patient, a fifteen year old female omega. She’s looking up at you in awe.

“What?” You give her a small smile as you finish looking over her reports.

“Nothing, its just that you’re an alpha and you’re so much in control when nobody lets unmated alphas near newly minted omegas.”

You laugh. “I have more self control than all the people in this entire building. And I don’t get that affected by omega scents. So, there’s that.”

You close the folder. “Well, good news. I’ll draw up a rough schedule of your medicine and you’ll be as good as new in a few weeks.” She smiles up at you. “Thank you doctor. Nobody took me seriously when I told them I wanted to be an omega athlete. They’re always telling me that its for betas and alphas. I hate it when people say that.”

“You know, I used to hate it when people used to tell me that I couldn’t be an surgeon because I was an alpha. Look who’s laughing now. Never let people tell you what you can and can’t do.” She nods determinedly as you take your leave.

You step outside for a breath of fresh air. Your thirty hour shift is about to be over in about an hour and you couldn’t wait to get home and prepare for your upcoming rut. You had been on your feet for what felt like days and all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep for hours.

You spy a haphazardly parked EMT van. Curious you make your way over, wrapping your white coat closer to your body. “Sam? Is this one yours?” You say yanking open the front side door of the ambulance. There is a figure slumped over the steering wheel, breathing heavily. Long dark hair falling over their face. You sniff. “Barnes?” The person in question turns slightly. “Ugh. Of all the people to find me here. It had to be you.” You roll your eyes at his irritated voice. “If its that much of a problem how about I walk away like I never saw you?” You move to close the door. “Wait, no. Stop. I need my meds. I ran out. And Sam left so can you please…?” Your doctor side took over, ignoring the previous and very mutual hostility between the two of you.

You pull him back to the seat. His face is flushed and he’s sweating profusely. You take a deep breath, making him flinch slightly. “So, you’re an omega. Should’ve figured. I’m assuming you ran out of suppressants and now you’re about to go into heat?”

He presses his lips into a thin line. “Alright smarty pants, can I get them? Or do you need my doctor’s note?” Your mouth twitches, fighting a smirk. “How about I do you one better?”

You unclip his seat belt and rest your hand on his waist. He stares at you mouth ajar. “What’re -” “Relax, I’m not going to hate fuck you in an ambulance. I’m taking you to the Omega Ward. You’ll be safe there.” He looks taken aback, opening his mouth to protest. “Be quiet and get out.” He shakily climbs out, legs nearly giving away as his feet touch the ground. You catch him in your arms, alpha strength making you lift him up with ease. He’s trembling in your arms, eyes clouding as his body approaches the initial stages of going into heat. He buries his face into your neck. “I still hate you but you smell so good.” You snort as you carry him inside bridal style. “Dumbass.”

All eyes are on you as you walk in, your archenemy Barnes tucked in your arms. People literally stopping in their tracks to look at you.

“Has nobody ever seen an omega in heat? In a hospital of all places? I mean is it really that weird?” Your voice is sharp and cuts across the room like a knife. “Get back to work.” Doctors Feldman and Pravesh, your friends from the ER, give you a surprised look as you walk past them. You mouth ‘I’ll explain later’ at them, as you make your way to the lift.

Barnes looks up at you, eyes wide, pupils blown. The pretty blue of his eyes almost black now. You swallow as his rich, dark extremely familiar omega scent invades your senses.

“Thank you.”

“Its my duty.”

“Not everyone would do it. Especially if they hate the person in question.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You open your mouth to object but are cut off as the lift open and a wayward hand makes it way towards Barnes. You take a quick step back. Another alpha stares at you, eyes filled with lust. His eyes move to the body in your arms. You feel him shift closer to you, fear mixing in his scent. You growl threateningly at the stranger who immediately runs out of the lift at the sound. You enter and use your elbow to hit the button to the basement where Omega Ward is.

Barnes looks up at you with glassy eyes and rubs his nose against the underside of your jaw. “That’s ticklish and wildly inappropriate Barnes.” “Bucky.” “What?” “Call me Bucky.” You clench your jaw as the top of his head moves along your neck. “Bucky. Stop. You’re going to be nesting in a very safe space soon. You won’t need an alpha.” “Say it again.” “Say what?” “Say my name.” You finally look down at him, dark hair spread across your shoulder, eyes glittering in the dim light. “Bucky.” You whisper in his ear. The omega throws his head back and lets out the most sinful moan you’ve ever heard. “Fuck,” you mutter to yourself and hoist him upright. Cradling him tightly you nearly run out of the lift as it opens.

You stop at the reception and check him in. One of the sweet smelling beta nurses leads you to a small room and you deposit Barnes, Bucky, on the bed and then dump a pile of blankets on top of him. “Nic will be taking care of you, for as long as you need. You guys are friends, right?” His gaze moves to the blonde nurse who just walked in to join you. “Hey, Buck. You tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you. Anything at all.” He gives you a sad look as you turn away.

You give her a slight nod and walk out, shutting the door behind you. “You smell like him now,” Nic says from behind you. “Don’t remind me.” You sigh and go back to your floor, still about 40 minutes before you’re done with your shift. Conrad Hawkins, your best friend since high school, meets you as you step out. “So, Barnes, huh?” You roll your eyes. “Like the other betas here, who actually listen to me, why don’t you?” “Just saying. You hate him and you carried him to the OW. When there was a perfectly good gurney here.” He tilts his head towards the ER. “Oh my gawd, stop. I am an alpha taking advantage of an omega in heat. I think I scented him.” He snorts with laughter. “You think. When you growled at the guy in the lift, the entire floor heard it. And the dude pissed himself.” You grin. “Nice,” you nod appreciatively.

“I would love to continue this riveting dicussion about Barnes’ heat and Y/N’s idiocy but we have a surgery to get to,” Mina Okafor seems to pop out of nowhere and drags you away with Conrad still laughing behind you. “I don’t have any. My shift is about to get over.” “Too bad. Its a whipple and Doctor Austin wants you there.” You sigh for what feels like the millionth time that day. “There is somebody out there who hates me.” “One thing’s for sure.” “What?” “Its definitely not Barnes. You stink of him.” You give her an exasperated shove as you both begin your preparations for the surgery.

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Saturday, 7:45

You dragged yourself out of the OR, pulling off the bloodstained garments off and throwing them away. You made your way to the Omega Ward to check up on Bucky Barnes. It felt weird to call him Bucky, you guys weren’t exactly enemies but had never gotten along for some reason. He was excellent when it came to disguising himself as an ordinary beta. But he wasn’t ordinary at all. And you knew it, felt it deep inside when you looked at him. Something special and so inherently Bucky about him. Even though the both of you never got along and rarely agreed on things, you couldn’t deny the feeling of protectiveness that rose within you when you saw him. With his soft brown hair and big blue eyes, the toothy smile, the razor sharp wit and general overall perfection it was impossible to not fall in love with him. You froze in your tracks at the sudden thought, stopping right outside the Ward. In love with Bucky Barnes? The salty EMT with whom you liked to butt heads? Thinking about all your encounters only added fuel to the fire that you loved him. And given the way he was looking at you with those soft, lust lidded, ocean coloured eyes and practically breathing in your scent, you were mostly sure he felt the same way.

You gave Nic a small grin, walking past her and pushing open the door of Bucky’s room only to be greeted with the overwhelming smell of an Omega in heat, strong enough to make even your knees weak. Taking in a deep breath, you walked inside to give his vitals a quick once over. He was huddled in a corner, tee shirt drenched with sweat and face flushed, eyes tightly shut, softly moaning your name as his hand pumped his length and brought him closer to the edge. Your eyes went wide as you saw him climax to the sound of your name, grateful that the rooms in the Omega Ward were soundproof. He hadn’t realised that you were in the room yet, you felt a bit relieved, inwardly knowing that his heat was distracting him from everything else around him. You finally knelt beside him, cupping his face in your hands, making him open his eyes and look at you. You gave him a genuine smile, brushing the sweat off his brow. His dazed expression slowly morphs into one of panic and absolute mortification.

“Oh my god, how long have you been here?”

“Long enough to know that you want me to help you through your heat.”

“This is humiliating.”

“Not really. I just had an epiphany and given the way you’re reacting to me touching you, I think you did too.”

“I’ve been in love with you the second I saw you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realise that I love you sooner, it would’ve saved us a bunch of heats and ruts spent alone.”

“Agreed. Now are you going to keep talking or take me back to your place before the next wave of my heat sets in?”

“I thought you’d be more comfortable in your place?”

“I want you to consume me. And your place, with all that is you is the best place for you to take me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I trust you.”

“Is that the heat talking?”

“Not at all.”

“Great. My place it is.”

You don’t even remember how you brought Bucky back to your place, swaddled in blankets and smelling so absolutely divine. You tucked him in bed, feeling the first onset of your rut come on as you tinkered in the kitchen, making sure you had enough for the next few days and joining him as fast as you could. You curled your fingers in his soft hair before pulling him into a deep kiss and straddling him. His hands were placed firmly on your hips, holding you so close and you felt a rush of delight at having him so close to you. He was nearly intoxicated by your presence, breathless as he pulled your shirt off hands touching everywhere. Feeling a soft laugh bubble up you grinned at him. “So perfect.” The tips of his ears turned scarlet at your words, making you coo softly and pinch his cheeks before kissing him again. Your rut was making you more sensitive to his touch and it felt so good. For a moment you just wanted to soak in everything but there would be time for that later. Right now, Bucky was the priority.

Pushing him back in bed and pulling off his uniform was easy. Taking the entirety of his massive length in your mouth was not. So you started slow, all the while maintaining eye contact as you teasingly, tantalizingly began to suck him off. His hands found their way to your hair, harshly tugging the roots, begging you to go faster and the moans escaping his perfect mouth were nearly a sensory overload. And he felt so good, so perfect and pliant under you. Achingly beautiful and you had no idea how you’d managed to leave him alone for so long. He was now only all yours and you weren’t going to let anyone near him. You were an alpha and nobody was going to even look at what was yours. He came shortly, much sooner than you’d anticipated as you licked your lips before trailing warm kisses up his chest, ignoring the exhaustion that was threatening to overwhelm your body. You sank your teeth into his neck, his warm blood filling your mouth and spilling down his chest as you marked him as yours. He looked at you wide eyed and you felt horror set in as you realised what you’d done, backing away.

“You marked me as your mate.”

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry. You look so beautiful and perfect and my rut is going to set in anytime-” You babbled away, frantically waving your hands.

“I’m not complaining. And why is my mate now so far away? I need my alpha.”

You stared at him in disbelief before throwing yourself at him and holding him tightly.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. Just waiting for you to have your way with me.” He admits, slightly shy now.

“And I will because I love you so much.”

“I love you too Y/N. You’re the best alpha I could ever ask for.”

You don’t say anything, finally letting the exhaustion set in knowing there would be enough time to talk things out later, now that you both belonged to each other forever. And sleeping in his arms felt like heaven. It would feel even better when you both were fully ready to take things as they come. Before you finally drifted off you felt him smile against your skin and could almost see your co – workers’ smug faces when you both showed up freshly mated and smelling like each other and looking like young idiots in love. And you wouldn’t give it up for the world.

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quirklessidiot · 4 years

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Title: tough luck Pairing: GN! Reader x Suna Rintarou [college au] Genre: domestic fluff and my bad comedy (teeny tiny angst if u squint)

Synopsis: “This is what some people call a bad day, Rin-chan.” [this request of suna rintarou + fluff ]

Warnings: minor bad language but thats it Notes:

omg i was finally able to write something fluffy yay! Hshdhdhd the mind- after all that angst. I hope yall enjoy this domestic college au suna hakhak where can i get one of these.

im posting three requests per week (its to help writers block and well, my english in general, they’ll be posted on random days) ill probably limit it to one when school starts though sike currently have four more requests to finish aye.

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Thesis papers be damned.

You might as well burn your group mates to the depths of hell for leaving you to dry these past few weeks. They weren’t even replying to your messages tonight and you were having a mock presentation first thing in the morning.

You aggressively started to mix more cake batter after frosting the cupcakes.

“Baby?” a low voice echoes throughout the quietness of the kitchen, your steely gaze snaps to find your half-awake boyfriend standing there in his sleepwear, his raven hair completely a mess, if it were a normal day, you’d coo and snuggle next to your good-looking man and annoy the fuck out of him but no, you just had to be in a bad mood, “It’s four am, what’s with all the sugar overload?”

“I’m celebrating the death of my sleep schedule and my sanity. Want a cupcake, baby?” a sarcastic grin makes its way to your lips and honestly, despite his deadpan features, Suna was very worried. He had been bugging you these past weeks to stop living in coffee and instant noodles so he decided to crash your place tonight to scold you, cook yourself a hot meal, and smother you to sleep with his hugs but it seemed like it didn’t work at all and you just violently wormed your way out of his grasp.

He slowly made his way to you, eyes half-lidded, and grabbed the rubber spatula from your hands and snuggled his head on your shoulders like a kitten, “Sleep, Y/N. It’s not worth to stress over those shits.” his voice was blank as usual but you knew he meant well.

“Well those shits will be my downfall tomorrow if they can’t answer the panel’s questions.” You spat as you cracked the eggs harshly on the batter and snatched back the rubber spatula from his hand, letting out a loud huff as you continued to mix aggressively.

“Y/N…”

Silence.

“Y/N…”

“Fine.” you grumbled, “Just let me-”

“I’ll clean up.” Suna sighs, grabbing the spatula once again from your hands, “Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up at seven am, just in time for your class, right?”

“But i can-”

“Y/N.” Suna narrows his eyes, determined to get the last say between you two.

“Ugh.” You grumbled, shoulders slouched, “six thirty-”

“No, seven am. Your class doesn’t start until nine. You need more rest. No take-backs.”

Giving your boyfriend one last stink-eye, you slowly trudged yourself to the bedroom and just flopped yourself towards the bed. Ah, how bad could this day even get?

You shouldn’t have jinxed it.

You were almost late since the professor had moved the presentation time to eight am, thank god your apartment was near your uni, your boyfriend literally watched you shove the most decent outfit you could find and throw yourself out the door in a hurry. In the midst of the presentation, your stomach started to grumble too since you weren’t able to grab a cracker or your usual bread to go before class.

Even worse, your stink of an eye group mates weren’t able to get their parts right.

You were downright ready to throttle them, thank god that this was just a mock defense.

Your mood doesn’t exactly brighten even after the defense, you sit there and look like those cartoons who had fumes coming out of their ears. After class ended, you decided to bring it up to your professor and he tells you it’s too late to take the names out.

Your mood dampens even more.

Exiting the classroom with a scrunched up feature, you stop to see a very familiar figure standing there holding a brown paper bag and a cup of steaming hot milk on his other.

“Mornin’” Suna quietly greets you as he gives you a light feathery kiss on your cheek.

You blink.

“Shouldn’t you be in class right now?”

“The professor was absent, he had some staff meeting so I decided to get you a bento box and some milk. Try to avoid coffee for the time being.” Suna explains as he transfers the cup of milk to his other hand so that he could hold your hand, “Let’s have breakfast, Y/N. You don’t have class until another hour, right?”

Before you could protest, your boyfriend drags you to the field and under the shade of a large tree to eat the bento he bought.

Suna quietly listens as you rant on about how annoying and how much you want to throttle your good-for-nothing groupmates, occasionally wiping the little crumbs on the side of your cheek, “...You should take it easy.” Suna simply replies after you finish your rant, “You’ll get a cold if you keep this up.”

“My okaasan will definitely let me live in the cold if I fail a class.” You shiver at the mental image of your mother giving you a sermon. Suna just sighs as he fixes up your trash, he could never argue with you.

“Come,” he stands up and holds out his hand for you again, “I’ll walk you to your next class.”

The sun shines brightly yet your day doesn’t get any better, you had a pop quiz on one of your weakest subjects and you couldn’t even finish the readings since you were too preoccupied with your thesis and your groupmates.

You inwardly let out a groan as you made your way to the library, your phone rings and your brows contort in confusion at the name of your boyfriend. “Hello?”

“How’s class?”

“You’re such a miracle worker.” You sighed, “You always know when to call.”

“That bad?”

“Everything just sucks, ah life feel so shitty these days-” You confessed, scratching your head in annoyance.

“Hey.” He cuts you off, voice dead serious, “It’s just a bad day, Y/N. Don’t worry, we all have these days. How many classes do you still have?”

“Just two.” you huffed out, completely frustrated by how bad your day was going.

“Take a deep breath and drink some water, alright? I’ll see you after class, let's walk home and order some takeout then sleep early alright? My class ends the same time as you today.”

“B-But…” You stop protesting, realizing that Suna would shut down the idea. Saying goodbye to your boyfriend, you take in a deep breath and do as he instructed.

Thankfully nothing major happens on the next subject and as you were about to proceed to your last class, Suna texts you that he has some milk bread on your locker and your favorite banana milk. A small smile made its way to your lips, one more subject and this wretched day was over then you’ll get to snuggle next to your boyfriend.

Again, you shouldn’t have jinxed it.

Someone had accidentally spilled the banana milk you were drinking all over your white shirt along with his cup of mocha drink (which thank god was cold because if it wasn’t, you’d be suffering a burn)

You had to sit through the whole class with the sticky feeling on your chest and that ugly slosh, you really should’ve brought a jacket today.

“Hey baby- jesus christ, Y/N what happened?”

It’s quite hard to gouge a reaction from your boyfriend most of the times but you can’t believe that something as easy as the big ugly slosh of mocha and banana milk stain on your plain white shirt would actually shock him.

You pressed your lip into a tight line, pissed, as you open your arms, “This,” you exclaimed, “This is what some people call a bad day, Rin-chan.”

Suna shakes his head at your antic and just takes his sports jacket to place it on your figure, he’s awfully reminded of a Pomeranian when you’re angry but he’d never say that out loud.

Instead he softly grabs your hand and tugs it lightly, your quiet on your way home. He notices that maybe the fatigue is slowly sinking in, so the minute you guys enter your apartment, he urges you to change into your pajamas while he orders take out.

After a quick bite, you lay on top of him and snuggle on his neck, humming an unfamiliar tune as you draw circles on his chest, “Thanks.”

“Hm?’

“For being there.” You hummed, “I wouldn’t know what I’d do if you weren’t my boyfriend. So yeah, thanks...”

Suna feels a small smile make its way to his lips, he doesn’t respond, instead he just kisses your head and lets you lay on his arms, “Hey Y/N…” He paused and when he notices that you’re soundly asleep on his arms, his smile turns wider. i love you, he thinks randomly as he watches you sleep, “Goodnight.” he whispers instead out loud, kissing your forehead again and hugging you into his arms.

#suna rintarou #suna rintaro imagine #suna imagines #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro scenarios #suna fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyu!! fanfics #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu boyfriend scenarios #haikyuu x y/n

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muwur · 4 years

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long distance headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for daichi, suga, hinata & tsukki

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.5k words

a/n: hello yall this is my first post! nobody asked, but i just started this haikyuu reader insert blog, feel free to check my page n see wazzap. also requests are open pls come fhorfjepfiwf;

daichi

✧ after high school, he stayed in miyagi while you went to tokyo, about 5 hours away, for college

✧ texting or calling whenever u can!

✧ you be like “heyyy”

✧ then he clap back with a “go focus on your lecture”

✧ “im not in lectureee”

✧ “you gave me your schedule so i know you’re in the middle of class”

✧ “...”

✧ makes sure you’re awake on time for your classes and calls you if he thinks you’re oversleeping (and hes usually right, this man just KNOWS)

✧ “morning y/n, i think you need to get to class soon”

✧ “mmrghhhghhh” *checks time* “holy sHI-- i forgot to set my alarm. IMMA BE LATE. THANKS DAICHI I LOVE YOU ILL TALK TO YOU LATER BYE”

✧ definitely skips out on some nights out with his friends to video chat you. you catch up, talk about future plans, reminisce, complain about not being able to hug one another, etc. occasionally one of you falls asleep on call, particularly after a long day or week. if he sleeps, you make sure you screenshot his sleeping face and start a picture collection

✧ you hit him up when you get drunk lMAO

✧ “daiichiii, i miss youuu, i needdd youuuu AND i needa peeee---” “hey daichi, this is y/n’s friend. y/n’s pretty out of it now but they’ll be okay! we’re heading back to our place right now” “im gonna pEE IN THIS CAR”

✧ daichi coordinates with your friends to make sure you arrive home safely, use the bathroom, and get tucked into bed. he thanks the universe you have good friends. if it weren’t for them he’d probs have a heart attacc. sends you cute, reassuring voice messages for you to wake up to the next morning with hangover tips he learned from suga

✧ always checks in with you throughout the day, every day. able to pick up on the slightest hints if you’re feeling unwell and calls you immediately to try to make you feel better

✧ makes plans to visit you! you get really excited to introduce him to your college friends (who, after meeting him, tell you not only is he a hottie but is such a kind guy, fosho a keeper. they also ask if he has any cute friends)

✧ either holding your hand or has an arm around you most of the time.

✧ you spend all day together outside and wandering the city, then spend the night back at your place (sorry roommate, but we’re gonna have to kick you out for a lil bit--)

sugawara

✧ you finally secured a job! unfortunately, the company required you to work for a year at their main facility, which was a 4 hour drive away from miyagi

✧ if suga wasn’t needed in miyagi for his teaching job, he would’ve tried to come with you

✧ after unloading your things in your new apartment and before parting ways, suga was like

✧ “everything’s unloaded everything from the car?”

✧ “yes maam”

✧ “do you have enough snacks?”

✧ “we just went to the grocery hun”

✧ “did you bring enough underwear?”

✧ “gDI yEs I dID”

✧ “:c promise to call me often”

✧ “<3333 of course”</p>

✧ good morning texts before y’all leave for work! you send each other cute pictures when you’re getting ready for the day (suga with bedhead, brushing his teeth? suga with his tie half done?? sign me up)

✧ always texts you when something reminds him of you, usually sends a picture along with it

✧ “the store was having a special on oranges today! this one reminds me of you”

✧ “why”

✧ “it just looks so cute~”

✧ will immediately call you if you send him any sort of message that worries him

-“hello? y/n what’s wrong, why is there blood?? speak to me, you haven’t replied in 5 minutes”

✧ “ohhh my bad, i’m just cleaning up don’t worry! i didn’t explain, but the picture i sent you isn’t blood, it’s ketchup i spilled on myself lolol”

✧ poor man nearly fainted from worry

✧ would pay you a surprise visit, making sure to plan it carefully so he knew you weren’t busy with work or plans. brings you gifts of your favorite snacks and a scarf that matches one of his own for the upcoming winter

✧ plans out that weekend for y’all, mans did his research beforehand. together, you toured the city and the surrounding nature, took lots of selfies (and many candids of you), and taste tested lots of foods before returning to your apartment and collapsing into your bed with exhaustion

✧ but y’all not too tired for cuddling n a lil something else >.>

hinata

✧ sure, being a couple hours away was hard for some... but y’all in different countries right now

✧ calls you immediately when there’s any inconvenience that occurs in his life, no matter how minor, thinking you’ll know how to fix it (or at least give him the reassurance he needs)

✧ “hey y/n...”

✧ “what’s wrong? you sound worried”

✧ “i broke my bike, what do i do”

✧ “you what? are you alright?? how? where are you? it’s midnight there, honey”

✧ “i was biking back to my apartment after staying late to practice! i didn’t wanna hit this turtle, so i swerved into a pole and now my bike’s wrecked :**”

✧ “ahh, are you okay?? you’re not hurt are you :(”

✧ “no, im okay... but im tired and i have two miles to go ;(((”

✧ “;( im sorry babe but you gotta walk home. we’ll get you a new bike. ill stay on the phone with you until you get back. tell me about your day <3″</p>

✧ talks about you all the time to his friends! introduces you through video chat to them! “look how pretty and cute y/n is!”

✧ together you work out your time differences and busy schedules so you can chat whenever possible

✧ he lets you know whenever he bought something for you, but never shows it to you because he’s excited to see your reaction in person when you reunite

✧ always asks you to send him pictures of yourself, he wants to see what you look like everyday he’s missing you in real life

✧ you surprise visit HIM. he’s so happy he could cry. shows you around every place he loves, shows you off to everyone he knows, holds your hand the entire time and never wants to let go, is practically glued to you not that you mind

✧ you spend your last night together lying in the grass, hand in hand, looking at the stars and sharing sweet kisses

tsukishima

✧ y’all went to separate universities. while he stayed relatively close to miyagi, you went across the country to okinawa, which was about a 3 hour flight away

✧ he sees all the couples around campus n becomes lowkey bitter, texts you immediately about gross pda like hand holding that he secretly wishes he could do with you “these people in relationships are too happy, i didn’t ask to see them gawk at each other all day” “u just miss me lmao”

✧ once overheard a convo on a shuttle at school that went like :

✧ person 1: “ugh, he’s so cute”

✧ person 2: “why dont you go out with him??”

✧ person 1: “i dunno, his dorm’s down the street, i can’t really do long distance”

✧ nANI (by the way, this is a irl conversation my friend overheard, oml)

✧ tsukki nearly choked on his morning coffee

✧ bothers texts you in class bc he’s bored and in need of your attention

✧ “hey tsukki this prof’s lectures are rlly dense, i needa focus, ill text u after”

✧ “but arent i more interesting than rocks”

✧ “trust me, id even rather watch some dino documentaries with you than be here”

✧ *read*

✧ likes to chat with you most nights as he lies in bed before going to sleep, staring up at the dark ceiling and listening to your voice through his headphones. usually just talking about how your days went (as if you weren’t texting all day) or just casual talk and banter

✧ you remind him to make sure he’s taking care of himself and eating well

✧ “who are you? my mother?”

✧ “no but you’re about to be single”

✧ surprise visits you, tells you it was yamaguchi’s idea when it was really his own and yamaguchi was just teasing him about it

✧ you show him around the city, sharing what you know about its rich history and culture. you visit most areas you both wanted to see before calling it a day

✧ your roommate conveniently spends that night over at their friend’s they just wanna give you alone time, which y’all very much needed. you make it a note to repay your roommate somehow.

✧ sweet lovin that he’s been missing, then some spooning as you sleep

a/n: just wanna tackle these about 4 characters at a time but if u wanna see this headcanon w/ other characters feel free to hmu w/ an ask <3<b> also sorry if i text type a lot and that im inconsistent with my apostrophes, let me know if that’s something you want me to fix!

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu reader insert #daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #tsukishima x reader #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #sugawara koushi #hinata shoyo #tsukishima kei

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fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years

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The Reveal

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Written in the The One That Stays universe, because I love it, and those characters so much. This is about 3 years post the last chapter, and I was really iffy about posting it, but here we are anyway.)

Warnings- Nothing really, just pregnancy and fluff.

“And I thought I loved you then.” -Then, Brad Paisley

Warm yellow rays from the barely cloudy sky cast a picturesque gleam on the surface of cool, blue water. That day, thankfully, hadn't been as sweltering as the ones in the weeks gone by, and the forecast predicted for that weekend had been one conducive to recreational boating, which was why they'd decided to rent a yacht for the weekend. Joining them had been Keanu's side of the family, his sister, her husband and his mother, along with Julie, her husband Eric and their two year old Lucas.

It was their second day out on the water, anchored off the coast of Los Angeles and by late afternoon, everyone had gathered on deck, around the small pool to hang out. Eric had taken to the pool to humor Lucas, as had Keanu's brother in law, while everyone else had kicked back on lounge chairs. Y/n was laid back on Keanu's chest, his worn shirt soft and comforting against her exposure arms as his legs spread slightly to accommodate her bare one. One of his large hands were splayed on her stomach, while the other absently twirled the ends of her hair, something he'd taken to doing after she'd let her tresses grow out a bit longer, all while Y/n toyed with her wedding band. The diamonds shone proudly in the sunlight, and though the ring hand made its home on her finger almost two years ago, Y/n couldn't help but smile faintly. She was Mrs. Y/n Reeves.

"You okay?" Keanu broke her thoughts, gently rubbing her rounded stomach. They were just under four months shy of welcoming their first child. They’d been discussing having a baby even before they married, in a small ceremony at Keanu’s favorite hotel, but hadn’t gotten down to actually trying until about a year earlier, when he had decided to cut back on the amount of roles he took and Y/n’s work schedule cleared up. Thankfully, though their road to pregnancy hadn’t been a trying one, they were both fairly healthy and it greatly helped that they were usually all over each other, and within about three months of being off her birth control, they had taken a home test, which had confirmed that Y/n was indeed pregnant. Since then, Keanu’s protectiveness had nearly quadrupled; the woman he loved was carrying their child, and he’d be damned if anything remotely bad happened to either of his favorite people.

Shifting a bit in his embrace, she laid one of her smaller hands next to his, feeling the light kicks of their baby, like butterflies fluttering in her stomach. According to Julie, those were only going to get stronger, and apparently a little painful, but Y/n didn’t care, she’d endure it any day if the reward was having their child in her arms afterwards. “Yeah,” Y/n smiled softly, nuzzling his chest with her cheek, “I’m good, we both are.”

“Good,” Keanu bent to kiss the top of her head, reassured for the time being. He’d been a little skeptical when Y/n and his sister had conjured up the idea of taking a boat out for the weekend; out on the water, if anything happened to her, getting to her doctor or the hospital would take longer than he preferred, and there had already some difficulties that had him almost constantly on edge. But, alas, Y/n was extremely persuasive and eventually convinced him that she was fine to get away for the long weekend, “And-”

A gasp from his mother, Patrica from her own chair as she set her cocktail down cut off Keanu’s words, and everyone turned to her, “I just remembered,” she sat up, eyes fixed on them both, “You two had an appointment this week, did Dr. Shaw tell you the sex?”

Boy or girl, it had recently become a hot topic in the Reeves family. Every time they all met, it somehow came up; what family names would work if it were a boy, how cute they’d dress up a little girl and Y/n was even sure that their was a bet going on between her sister-in-law and Julie, “We didn’t,” Keanu chuckled, “This little one was turned away from us; shy like their mommy.”

“And their daddy!” Y/n playfully slapped his thigh, giggling when he tucked her closer. When their laughter died down, Y/n elaborated, “I promise, you’ll be the first call when we find out.”

“Call?” Patrica repeated incredulously, as if the word were a capital crime in itself. How dare they simply call?

“We’ll take you to dinner?” Keanu scrunched his nose, trying to appease her. He knew it was a big deal, almost every family member had made sure to remind them of it, but surely, it couldn’t be that big.

“Dinner- ugh,” she put a long, manicured finger to her temple, her entire, though possibly exasperated expression, was hidden by her dark sunglasses, though, her words were enough to tell them just how much a their options had not sufficed, “I’ve waited twenty years for my only son to get married to a nice girl. And now, they’re having a baby, and all I get, after all this waiting, is a phone call? My grand-baby is worth more than a phone call, you need to have a reveal.”

Julie squealed in agreement, “Oh! That would be perfect! You could do it where we had ours, at that cute little pastry shop in the city.” Y/n remembered that party well, especially since she’d nearly planned the entire thing. Julie had gone the perhaps, more old fashioned route, with a cake reveal. They’d rented out her favorite shop for an afternoon and gathered their closest friends and family for the vintage style soiree, where everyone was encouraged to wear a color that matched their suspicions; pastel blues and greens for a boy and light pinks and purples for a girl. Y/n, who’d been sure that she was going to have a godson from the very beginning, had opted for a cute blue dress with white lace trimming, claiming victory over Keanu who’d opted for a pink, which he dubbed salmon, shirt.

“A gender reveal?” Y/n shifted again, scooting upwards, aided by Keanu and subsequently tucking her head in his neck after turning on her side. Quite recently, finding comfortable positions had started becoming quite a daunting task, but somehow, being cuddled to, or rather on top of, Keanu had remained Y/n’s favorite. “We didn’t really think of doing one of those, my mom already wants to do a baby shower, we just feel like it's too much.”

“Yeah,” Keanu chimed in, trying to be another voice of reason, “Besides, that’s a lot of work, and we’re supposed to be keeping an eye on her blood pressure-”

“Well then let me plan it,” his mother protested, determined to have a reveal, “I’m sure Julie and Karina will help, and we can have it at her place too.”

Perking up, Karina joined their conversation, “Oh! That would be perfect,” she clapped her hands excitedly, no doubt on board with the idea. She’d been bursting with excitement since they’d announced that they were expecting, teasing that having a baby in the family this time around would be more fun considering she wasn’t the one who’d have to wake up at four am feedings. She was however, down to babysit whenever her niece or nephew started sleeping through the night. Yeah, their family thought of it all. “I’d love to help!”

“Count me in too,” Julie beamed, taking her son in her arms just as Eric came out from the pool, handing him over so he could go get Lucas a towel.

And then, before Y/n and Keanu knew it, the three women were all involved in planning a party that they hadn’t even signed off on, though, at that point, it was clear that they didn’t have a choice anyway. “Perfect, all you two will have to do is show up,” she smiled triumphantly.

Three weeks later Y/n was a the snack table, surveying its contents and deciding if she wanted something, when Keanu came up behind her, causing her to jump with he placed gentle hands on her shoulders, pecking the crown of Y/n’s hair, “It’s just me sweetheart,” he chuckled, his baritone warm and familiar.

“You startled me,” Y/n pressed one hand to her chest over the neckline of her white flowing dress, while the other cradled her bump. The little, unofficial planning committee had instructed guests to wear white, though, the decor had entailed a charming mix of baby blue and a light pink, beautifully mixed to compliment each other. The deserts; everything from inviting cupcakes to cute cake pops and elegant looking macaroons, and party favors, mostly made of little pouches filled with jelly beans along with fuzzy topped pens along with several other little trinkets, were also color coordinated. The ladies had really gone out, though arguably, simple wasn’t exactly their MO. “This is supposed to be a gender reveal, not a baby reveal,” she joked, turning to face Keanu.

“You’re right,” his lips brushed her forehead, one of his hands on her waist sliding to her stomach, “Wouldn’t want our bun popping out too soon,” he crouched down, so he could ‘talk to the baby,’ something he’d been doing for months now, “As excited as we are to meet you, you still gotta keep mommy company in there for a few more months.”

Threading her delicate hand through his dark mane a fond sorire upturned Y/n’s pink stained lips. She absolutely adored those little moments that Keanu would spend chatting with their baby, at first, he’d started with brief sentences, ‘I love you’s and ‘can’t wait to meet you’s, but as months drew on, and it the reality set in, Keanu had started reading to her belly, and sometimes at night, when he’d join her in bed, he could spend well over an hour talking about all the things he’d teach them as they grew up. Already, he was proving to be an exceptional father; extremely loving and always ready to put his wife and child first, and Y/n knew that things would only get better when they met their baby.

She was so lost in her own thoughts, that Y/n had barely heard a thing of what Keanu had said, only returning to the moment when he pressed a chaste kiss to her tummy, offering one final declaration of love before standing again and heading to another end of the table after kissing Y/n one last time. "What are you doing?" She giggled as he picked up a pen and a little blank card out of a stack next to two decorative wooden boxes. The entire set up was for one of the many games being run that day, where their guests could vote on their options. Before the reveal later that evening, someone was supposed to count them and the reward would be satisfaction at the end.

"I'm placing my bet," Keanu defended, scribbling on the white surface as he spoke.

"It's not a bet," Y/n placed a hand at the top of her growing bump as she made her way over to him, standing on her toes to peer over the loose shield he'd made with his hand, "You're going with girl again, huh?"

"Hey, Julie and Eric's baby was one thing, but I think I know our kid," folding the card in half, creasing it for emphasis, Keanu slipped it into the box with the word "girl” carved in cursive at the front, "This baby," he palmed her stomach with both hands, "Is definitely a girl."

Rolling her eyes, Y/n decided that she'd get in on it too, plucking on of the cards from its spot, swiping the pen from off the table and using Keanu's chest to press on, "Well, you must like being wrong," she chewed on her lower lip as she wrote, dramatically showing Keanu what she'd written before slipping it into the matching box labeled boy, "I was right then, and I'm right now."

"And how are you so sure of that?" The giddy smile of both their faces didn't show any signs of fading as Keanu reeled Y/n back in, "Why don't we bet on it?"

“Because I’m carrying the baby, duh,” she rolled her eyes playfully. Throwing her arms around his neck, Y/n twirled the ends of Keanu's hair in her fingers, leaning into his chest as far as she could, "And yeah,” his arms circled Y/n's waist, toying with the lace on her flowing maxi dress, "Let's do it. What does the winner get?"

Keanu scrunched up his face, looking up thoughtfully, "The winner gets….." he thought on it some more, "Whatever they want."

Y/n eyed her husband suspiciously for a minute, a little curious about what he could possibly want, if by some miracle, he won. "Okay," she finally said, “Winner gets whatever they want,” Y/n smiled mischievously, almost certain that she would be triumphant.

Hours later, just before noon had turned to evening and when the brightness had gone hazy as the sun journeyed to the horizon, everyone had gathered in the backyard, on the lawn for the long awaited moment. It was time for the reveal. They’d gone with a balloon reveal, and when it was time, Y/n and Keanu were positioned near the fence, just a few feet in front of their family and friends, all ready with phone and cameras. Keanu held on to the string of the large, shiny black balloon, one with a silver question mark painted on at the front, while Y/n had been armed with a metal skewer from Karina’s kitchen.

Just about an hour earlier, the contents of both boxes had been counted, and the team banking on Baby Reeves being a boy had come in strong, outnumbering the other side by a landslide. The small victory, though it couldn’t be considered a real prediction, had only built Y/n’s faith in her own suspicions, almost everyone, even down to her own parents, were convinced that she and Keanu would be greeting a son in the coming months.

“Ready?” Keanu’s eyes met hers, the nerves shared between them, along with bright, excited grins plastered on both their faces. They both knew that in the end; boy or girl, daughter or son, it wouldn’t matter. None of it would matter as long as their baby was healthy and safe.

Y/n nodded vigorously, using her free hand to tuck some hair behind her ear, positioning the skewer near the opaque balloon, “Yeah.” Somewhere in the crowd, she heard her mother anxiously prompt her to “just do it already,” while someone else interjected that their camera was ready, “Okay, okay,” Y/n laughed, ready to get on with the moment of truth.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n didn’t even try to steady her shaking hand as she finally pressed the tip of the stick to the balloon, wincing and shutting her eyes tightly at the loud popping sound. The crowd cheered loudly, jubilance igniting a celebration and when Y/n opened her eyes, her jaw hung slack with shock. Rendered speechless, she just stood there, rooted to the floor, dropping the skewer and placing her hands on her stomach, barely smiling breathlessly at the patter of kicks beneath her palms. “Oh my god…..” Tears of joy welled up in her eyes as she raised her head to meet Keanu’s equally glistening gaze, “I…..”

For a second, he too seemed shocked, and the jeers of congratulations faded in the background as everything moved in slow motion. She could have sworn that there had never been so much love in his eyes, and Keanu thought that he’d never been that happy, though, their wedding day came in at a very close second. Suddenly, the prospect of parenthood seemed a thousand times realer. After that evening, so much would change, they would finally choose a name.

Without another moment of hesitation, Keanu took her into his strong arms, lifting Y/n off the ground and spinning her in a circle and planting a passionate on her ready lips. In turn, she hugged him tightly, forgetting everything and everyone else as they basked in their joy. “So,” he began when he set her down, brushing some pink confetti off her shoulders and picking a couple similar pieces out of her hair, “I guess you were wrong,” he chortled, still holding her close.

Nodding, Y/n looked at the ground around them; the healthy green grass was now freckled with bits of fuchsia pink, “I guess I was, we’re having a little girl,” she kissed him again, that time quicker, not even caring that everyone was still taking pictures of them, “You win.”

“I do,” Keanu pressed their forehead together, the tip of his nose brushing hers. By then, they both looked equally rosy, the sheer joy of the matter seeping through their skin, “And I know just what I want to cash in my win for.”

“What’s that?” Y/n giggled.

“This,” and before she knew it, Keanu was dipping her, one hand holding Y/n steady at the center of her back, while the other cradled her head. Her loose tresses hung in a waterfall, disturbed only by Keanu’s stocky fingers, just as he captured her lips again, in a breath stealing bout of sweet endearment.

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Tinge Me in Love

Synopsis: After two years of separation, Kim Namjoon takes a step back into your life. Rather than the bad boy punk who got into several physical fights with you during high school, he returns somewhat changed. And before you can sort out your feelings from this sudden disturbance in your life, you’re faced with yet another interruption: Photographer, Kim Taehyung, and his confession.

Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Artist!Reader, Photographer!Taehyung x Artist!Reader

Genre: Yandere!au, Idol!au, Love Triangle!au

Word Count: 7.4k

A/N: Part 1 of 2. I hope to explore more about Taehyung and OC’s past as well as Namjoon’s buried memories and the cause of OC’s nightmares. I hope you enjoy. Please let me know how you feel as it gives me the motivation to quickly write the second part!

Trigger warnings/Tags: Profanity, yandere-themes, possessiveness, physical violence, misogynistic remarks, insinuation of sex, descriptions of depression, unhealthy relationships.

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Every day above the clouds, every day above the clouds.

My feel above the clouds, check it above the clouds.

Chemistry with the clouds, a day with the clouds.

First-class has never felt so relaxing in his life before. Maybe it was the warm temperature of the plane or the view from his spot by the window that displayed the sparkling city of Seoul underneath him, bathed in the violet-colored sky.

Or maybe it was because of the sparkling champagne that tingled in his mouth, putting him in such a good mood. But he knew these weren’t the reasons why. He couldn’t hide the excitement in his face, giddy to finally be returning back home.

He was floating. There’s no other way to describe what he’s feeling. When he lets out a relieved sigh, planting a foot down in Incheon airport, he feels like he’s dreaming. Has it only been three weeks? Four? His painstakingly long schedule itched him to where he was begging to come back home, tired of waking up at ungodly hours for photoshoots and interviews. But now, none of that matters.

He has one night of relaxation for sure back home.

It’s only when his manager comes up to him, tapping him on the shoulder that he’s flung back to reality instead of the thoughts inside his head, trying to hide the scowl on his face as he spots whispering fans behind him. His beige-colored trench coat flows behind him as he takes large strides to the parked van waiting for him at the front of the terminal, promised with privacy.

As his manager steps in the driver’s seat, Kim Namjoon is driven off. The gentleman awakens his phone, his lips pulled up in a tight smile.

One call couldn’t hurt, right?

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“Ma’am? Ma’am?”

You stir, groaning as you struggle to grasp where you are. It’s dark with the only light coming from the headliner of the car, casting yellow rays around you. It’s warm where you are, hot air blowing over your skin as your heavy coat signifies otherwise.

The back of your collar feels somewhat wet, as you realize, sighing in irritation and cursing yourself for not properly blow drying your hair before you left. As you blink several times, rubbing your tired eyes, you’re able to make out the face of your cab driver, shaking you awake.

“We’ve arrived at the destination.”

“Ah, thank you.” You murmur, clumsily handing him the payment from your pocket as you open the door and step into the chilly and poorly-lit streets. You stumble at first, shivering in the dark as you hug your body despite the coat that you had worn that day. Once you recover, you take slow steps, only to stop and shake your head repeatedly. Seconds past before you finally and fully wake up from your drowsy space, looking up at your apartment complex.

With your head downward, you stare at the shadow underneath you from the illuminated street light above. You’re so concentrated that it isn’t until the smell of cigarette smoke reaches your nose that you look up, spotting a familiar figure off in the distance.

You stop dead in your tracks, feeling chills and grimacing as the man catches your figure from the corner of his eye.

“Miss me?” He calls out in the quiet night.

“Absolutely not.” You spit like venom, walking past him as he follows you, taking a drag of his cigarette as you both turn the corner. Namjoon closes in on your right side, extending his arm for an embrace as you shrug him off.

“It smells terrible.” You complain with intentional annoyance, signaling the cigarette as you carry on into your apartment, waiting outside in the chilling cold for the elevator to bring you up to your floor. When you look over, Namjoon digs the cigarette into his ashtray, pocketing it back into his coat and meeting you by the elevator doors.

“Hey.” You start, drawing Namjoon’s attention who only smiles, those stupid dimples on him poking through his cheeks.

“Hmm?”

“Didn’t I tell you that you have to let me know before you come to my place?” You huff, clicking your tongue when he gives you a deadly smirk.

“But I did.” Namjoon insists. “I called you, but you didn’t pick up. So instead, I opted for a text, which again, you didn’t respond back to.”

You roll your eyes as you pull out your phone, stepping into the elevator as you irritatedly punch the number to your floor. He did call you, as well as text you, but there was a more important problem.

“That doesn’t just mean you can come over. If I don’t respond, maybe- Don’t come to my home? And invade my space just because you’re bored all the time?” You question in frustration as your nails dig into the back of your phone case.

“Oh, c’mon. Lighten up. You haven’t seen me in so long. And I missed you.”

You scoff, brushing him off for all the time he did the same to your feelings. If Namjoon wanted something, then you obliged. There’s no use arguing with him. Not when you’re tired. And definitely not when your whole floor is sleeping. Why give them more reasons to hate you as you bicker with him in the hallway?

Your mouth and lips feel dry as you nervously take a glance at Namjoon who just hums to himself. Next comes the jittering of your fingers as you clasp them together, balancing the weight of your feet as you step out of the elevator.

“Have you taken your walks by the Han River lately?” You mumbled, trying to fill the empty air.

“How could I walk there when I haven’t been in Korea?” He asks confusingly, scratching the back of your head.

“Ugh, you’re so annoying, you know that?” You roll your eyes. “Y-you want to go with... ”

Namjoon smiles as your voice trails off, your eyes meeting his as you rashly turn your head in the other way. He can't help but smile at the way you still think about him no matter how much he seems to annoy you.

“I'll think about it.”

You chuckle at his response, eyes closing as you shake your head in agreement. The conversation dies out once again as you approach your apartment room, rummaging around for your keys.

When you slide in your key and unlock the door, you look over your shoulder as Namjoon waits for you, raising an eyebrow as you just stand there. You reluctantly push it open, sighing as you step into your abode, sliding off your heels and walking to your thermostat, bringing in warmth.

As you approach your closet, you slide off your padded jacket, fixing it on its coat hanger and placing it in with all the other coats. But as you close the door and turn around, you flinch. You barely stop yourself from colliding into Namjoon’s chest, halting your feet as you instinctively meet his eyes.

He’s close. So close that he casts a shadow on you from the lighting fixture above the two of you, expression puzzled.

“Why do you smell like that?” Namjoon’s face morphs in confusion as he tries to take a better whiff of the aroma floating in the air. You can feel your legs trembling as you look away, a dead giveaway from the guilt on your face, lips shut tight.

“...”

Namjoon hums, his eyes scanning your body and facial expressions, a finger coming down to tilt your chin up. You hate how he can easily read you like this, like he knows everything about you. You can’t help but gulp, only to feel a rush of anger, pushing him at his chest and brushing past him.

“...”

“Well?” He shouts as you walk away from him and into your kitchen.

“I’m bound to smell like acrylic sometimes. It comes with the job of an artist.” You shrug, feeling his presence behind you as you dig through your refrigerator for a drink. Maybe a beer would help unwind your nighttime stress.

“No, it’s more of like…” He chuckles. “You smell like nasty Saint Laurent cologne and cheap conditioner from those hotels near-" His fingers brush through your hair as you flinch, standing up straight and pushing him away from you. “Your hair is somewhat damp…” He whispers under his breath.

“Don’t touch me like that… And it was… raining earlier. Why does it matter?" You mutter, standing awkwardly in your spot as your refrigerator door swings open. Why were you so terrible at lying? Why did you even feel the need to lie in the first place?

Ugh. Your arms wrap around your body as you suddenly feel exposed in front of Namjoon’s gaze, his eyes and mind whirling as he predicts his next move to be one step ahead.

“Didn’t have enough time to blow dry it? Were you that much in a rush to leave?” He laughs, knowing the floorplan of your apartment like the back of his hand and walking into your bathroom, only to come out with a towel in hand, throwing it which you begrudgingly catch. You toss it over your head, letting the edges fall and cover parts of your vision as you lazily dry your hair. Namjoon comes over, gently running the towel and watching it absorb in the moisture.

You want to swat his hand off, but you let him run the towel through each section of your hair. It’s somewhat soothing, feeling him be so gentle with you for once. Not yelling, shouting, intimidating, or intruding. And he could’ve kept the tranquil mood if he didn’t open his mouth.

“Y’know, y/n… It’s cute that you think you can get away with your lies.” He smiles, amused as he backs off and opts for a seat on your couch. “Don’t be a bad girl.”

“Ugh.” You groan, grabbing two cans of beer out of the fridge, setting them onto the counter. A crack echoes in the room as you bring the cold aluminum to your lips. You chuck the other can over, which Namjoon swiftly catches, cracking the lid open.

Humming, you take slow steps into the small living room, the hard can still on your lips as Namjoon follows with his eyes. You collapse onto the soft cushions, feeling somewhat refreshed as Namjoon sits to your left, looking at you from the edge of his peripheral vision.

“How was your overseas schedule?” You ask, slouching as you stare at the blank ceiling above you. It’s better to say something than keep the awkward atmosphere.

“Boring and tiring. I was running around everywhere and I kept thinking about you the entire time.” Namjoon sighs, leaning back against the soft couch as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Right.” You deadpan.

Namjoon’s face erupts in a mischievous smile as he scoots closer to you, yourself taking two scoots back. You look up at him, face scrunching up as you give him a cue to stop.

“You should pick up my calls more often. I get lonely without you.” Namjoon murmurs, nearing close to your ear. You remain stoic, pushing him away as you clear your throat.

“I’ve been working late.” You shrug, feeling the alcohol slide through your throat with ease.

“Clearly not.” Namjoon chuckles, finishing his can of beer as he watches in amusement with how you glare at him, your lips quivering as if you were going to curse him out. “So, who was it? Did you happen to get a boyfriend while I was gone?”

“What’s it to you?”

“What’s the harm of me knowing?” He chuckles again, that smirk still plastered on his face.

“It’s a rude thing to ask.” You put simply. “And this isn’t the first time you’ve asked either. You always want to know.”

“It’s not my fault you lose interest easily and move onto another guy so fast.” He retorts. “I can’t even keep up with you sometimes.”

“Can you stop your stupid competition?” You spit immediately, feeling anger begin to build up in your head as if your brain was about to explode on him. Maybe, you shouldn’t have drunk alcohol. God, you could feel your body loosening up, losing that restraint that let you bottle up exactly how you felt.

“Huh? What’s with that?” He questions, throwing you an irritated look, his legs crossed in front of him.

“You love it, soooo much. Don’t lie to yourself. You just know- you’re so sure of yourself that nobody will be better than you. Aren’t I right?”

“Is this how we’re going to spend the first night back together from my long trip? If so, forget it.” Namjoon sighs, placing the can onto the coffee table.

“Don’t you dare try to end this conversation again, Namjoon. Explain to me why you always do this! Do you enjoy humiliating me all the time? Why don’t you ever want to respect me? I never ask for much.”

“Not respect you? What nonsense? This is how we’ve always been like.” He spits back, now glaring at you. “Since when has our relationship ever been normal? Ever been centered around respect? Why are you complaining about it now?” He retaliates, feeling the growing frustration emanate from his body. "You told me how many times you hated me and I told you I wish you could just die, and now you're trying to tell me that I'm bothering you? With something so small too... How idiotic."

Your knuckles shift white as you seethe in anger. It was true, high school “you” did have a different way of thinking. It didn’t matter how many times you got into a fight with Namjoon, he liked you and you liked him. There was spunk and defiance that both of your teenage selves looked for. So much so that the two of you were attached at the hip, not one without the other.

You and him didn’t care about either person’s feelings. It didn’t matter. To you, Namjoon was attractive, well-built, and a boy that fluttered your heart. Whether it would be his cheeky grin or his secret soft side that he only showed you, it was almost like your relationship was normal.

Did he have a valid point? When did your relationship ever have boundaries to not cross? Both of you were too stubborn to ever admit "I love you." You weren't going to be weak and vulnerable in front of each other in high school. How could you ever be normal when the two of you even threw curses at each other in bed?

You stand up, huffing in anger as you stomp your feet to the kitchen, slamming your aluminum beer can down on the counter and crushing it in your hands. This isn’t high school. The two of you are adults, twenty-three years old! You should be mature, voice how you feel, but you can't. Not when you fear the nightmares you wake up from, face covered in sweat and arms holding onto your trembling body.

But just for tonight, you’ve had enough. You can’t even be in the same room with him for an hour. Forget about it. You can’t keep peace with him. It’s like you were bound to fight, only to be pulled back into each other. It was a vicious cycle that you couldn’t fully separate Namjoon from your life. Not when he looked like that in your mind.

But more importantly, the alcohol was slowly giving you a headache, your face hot and thumping loudly in your ears.

"Fuck…" You mutter, steadying yourself against the counter. “I-I’m going to bed.” You whisper, wobbling your way into the hallway as Namjoon quickly stands up from his seat, concerned and coming to support you up from the side. "Ugh, d-don't touch me… I can't stand you-"

"You can barely walk," Namjoon argues, leading you down the hallway. He opens the door to your bedroom, helping you as you tiredly fall onto your single-sized bed.

Namjoon haphazardly throws the blankets overtop your body as you immediately bury your legs underneath, growing comfortable. Staring, he watches as your tired eyes close, your hair sprawled out messily over your pillow as his fingertips rest against your cheek.

He takes slow steps away, extending his arm as his hand finds the doorknob to your bedroom. There’s only the ticking of the clock in the living room now as Namjoon stands by the door, looking over at the bed and quietly exiting.

All the lights of your apartment are off except for the dim lighting fixtures in the hallway. Slowly and carefully, Namjoon makes his way into the darkened living room, beelining toward the couch. He takes off the bottom cushions, scooching the coffee table back and extending a makeshift bed from the contents inside the couch. He throws a cover over top and plops down, letting the back of his hand rest overtop his face.

The smell that you carried in still lingers in his mind, as he uncomfortably turns in his spot. He doesn’t even realize that his knuckles had buckled into fists, tightly pressed together. A yawn escapes his lips as he begins to settle down. He doesn’t even realize that his breaths even out as he drifts into a peaceful sleep.

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“Good morning.”

“...”

Tight arms wrap around your stomach as you grimace, looking over to see Namjoon, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Stop. Or I’ll purposely spill this latte all over you.” You threaten, shrugging your shoulders as Namjoon continues to latch on.

“Are you ever in a good mood?” Namjoon muses, leaning over you as he takes a quick sip from your cup. You scowl, moving the cup back away from him and onto the counter. Namjoon wipes his lips with the back of his hand, looking at your irritated expression. In a split second, a chill runs through your body as something wet meets your cheek, your feet rapidly taking several steps back as your hips crash and bruise into the counter behind you.

You wince in pain, buckling over, slapping your hand in front of your chest as the other caresses your cheek. Namjoon shakes off the stinging pain of his hand of where you hit him, slowly looking at you with an expressionless face, eyes blank.

“Don’t. Do that.” You whisper, fingers steadying your body on the counter behind you as your face grows hot. Whether it’s from embarrassment or humiliation, you aren’t sure. But, you can’t stop the memories that rush through your mind as Namjoon simply nods. Surely, he’s having the same thoughts as you.

But, you’re wrong. It’s almost like he changes his mind, tilting his head back, chuckling, arms crossed in front of his chest, rose gold blonde locks parted to the side of his face.

“Actually… Tell me why.” He sneers. “You couldn’t get enough of me, before.”

“Does it look like we’re in high school?” You grit, brushing past and bumping shoulders with him as you storm from the kitchen. “I hope you’ve had enough fun toying around with me. Just leave before I get mad.”

Namjoon remains still, exasperatedly sighing and walking over to the door, sliding into his shoes as he turns the doorknob, taking a single step out.

“Also, asshole! Don’t come over without giving me enough time, again!” You yell from down the hall.

She's acting like her highschool self...Who is she kidding?

“Why? Are you going to bring your new boyfriend home?” Namjoon laughs obnoxiously, sliding his hands into the pockets of his trench coat.

“Yeah.” You mutter, another lie slipping through your lips. “Yeah, so don’t just come whenever it’s convenient for you.”

“Hey, y/n…” Namjoon steps back into the apartment, letting the door shut close. “Is your offer to visit the Han River still standing for tonight? We should go together, like good old times.”

“Huh?” You call confusingly, walking back into your living room, your temper having died down as you turn the corner.

“Do you want to go to the Han River together tonight?” He asks again, reaching for your hand as he successfully interlocks fingers. There’s a small smile plastered on his face, his dimples embedded in his cheeks as you pause, only to snap back and slowly pull away from his grip.

“I-I might have plans. I’m not sure. I’ll let you know after work…” You trail off, looking away as Namjoon glares for a split second, only to nod when you look back.

“Hmm, alright. Bye.” He finally leaves his time, letting the door shut as he steps into the hall.

You take a deep breath, scratching your scalp as you go back into your room, packing your purse and heaving your tote bag over your shoulder. As you take a look at your reflection in the mirror, you smile, giving yourself a cheeky wink and rushing to your door. Sliding on your heels, you lock your apartment door and make your way down the elevator.

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The first thing your ears pick up is the sound of the shutter of a camera, opening and closing, opening and closing, at incredible speed. The next is the bright flashes of light as your heels clack against the concrete ground, and then the large lighting equipment around the photoshoot.

“Good morning.” You say loosely, watching as the photographer keeps his eyes solely focused on his viewfinder, eye pressed against it as the sound of the shutter goes off, and then the bright flash. When he looks at the result and seems somewhat satisfied with a nod of his head, he turns around, his blue hair with a hint of green shifting and bouncing.

“Good morning.” He replies quietly, looking over his shoulder at the model, whose skin was porcelain and pale, arms and legs thin with a bob of black hair on the top of his head. The gentleman was wearing tight jeans and a jean jacket, denim on denim. “We’ll take five.”

The model simply nods, stretching his arms above his head and falling onto his side as he lays down. You notice Taehyung’s purple turtleneck that hugs his body tightly, an odd choice given his undeniable love for baggy sweaters and shirts. But you have no time to question him about it as he pulls you into the secluded hallway of his studio, your feet struggling to keep up with his pace as he corners you against the door.

"What-"

His forehead is against yours, his breath fanning your face as his hands are roughly pressing against both of your shoulders.

“Can I?” He whispers as you shudder, immediately understanding his innuendo as you nod, his lips meet yours. It’s sloppy and messy, with Taehyung’s tongue swiftly getting inside your mouth, making your legs weak. It was almost like Taehyung was going to devour you, as you struggled to keep your breathing straight, his passion intense as your back pushed against the door.

As you parted, his tongue trailed on your upper lip, slipping back into his mouth.

“T-tae…” You gasp, burying your head into his shoulder as he hums at the nickname, continuing his trail of kisses from your ear and down your neck. His hands hover against your hips, one of his cold fingers slipping underneath your blouse as you jump, cheeks inflamed. “Not here…”

“I missed you.” He simply replies, finally letting go and taking a step back. His hands now ruffle through your hair as you feel his concentrated gaze now on you. “Why’d you leave last night? You shouldn’t have left.”

You can’t reply as you swallow thickly, only for Taehyung to cock his head to the side.

“It’s alright. I’m not mad. It’s just… lonely to wake up to an empty bed.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have left.” You mutter, Taehyung’s interest piqued as he stays silent, only judging. “I’ll stay next time, Mr. Kim… er-”

An awkward silence falls between you two as Taehyung feels suddenly embarrassed, the first time his gaze breaks today. You watch as he opens his mouth, about to say something, only to close it. His eyes look as if they’re pleading with you, but he just shakes his head.

“It’s fine. You can call me whatever you want. Professor, Mr. Kim, Taehyung…” His voice grows quiet as he checks the watch on his wrist, giving you one last kiss on the lips. “Break’s over. Work hard on your part of the exhibition. And- If you want, come over to my place tonight?”

“Y-your place?” You feel breathless. “It’s not good if the paparazzi find out... You can’t just invite me to your home, Taehyung.”

He smirks, patting the top of your head.

“I just did sweetheart.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Explain to me why you always do this! Do you enjoy humiliating me all the time? Why don’t you ever want to respect me?”

Shut up.

Namjoon groans in the backseat of his manager’s van, punching the cushion of the headrest beside him, retracting and placing it on his forehead. There were vibrations from time to time as he watched the usual scenery to his agency building.

We were everything to each other, y/n.

“That’s just how dumb teenagers think, Namjoon!”

Stop coming into my head.

He scoffs lightly, eyes creasing as he drifts into the back of his mind, seeing a small glimpse of high school memories pop and burst. Though, he didn’t mind that part of his life that much, having met you from all those bothersome days. But, you weren’t some guardian angel either that had “rescued him”.

“They’re posted! They’re posted!”

“What? Already?”

There were several conversations in hushed whispers through the senior hallway, students scrambling and others full-on sprinting to see the test scores posted on a bulletin outside one of the classrooms. While Namjoon took lazy steps, yawning with his hands shoved in his pockets, he merely watched the hoard of people surrounding the sheet of paper tacked onto the board.

Some groans could be heard and others gazing in awe. While Namjoon popped an eye open, he was greeted with a pat on the shoulder and thumbs-up.

“Dude! You got the third highest score, congrats!”

“Really? Damn, I hoped to get higher.” He smirked, getting a playful punch to his side.

“Cocky bastard, be grateful! Some of us wish we could even get onto the list.” There was a chuckle and laugh as Namjoon approached the board for himself, humming and walking off a second later. “Going to get lunch, Joon?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He nodded nonchalantly, digging through his bag for a smoke and lighter.

As they made their way outside, Namjoon walked to the back of the school, leaning against the brick walls, hanging the flame underneath the butt of the cigarette. The wind was strong, blowing his rose-gold locks back and ruffling his thin dress-shirt uniform.

“Who is she?”

“Huh?” Namjoon asked confusingly, looking dejectedly off to the side. The person, his “friend” had implied was you, your mouth moving as if you were giving orders, clipboard in your hands, and hair blowing behind you. “I don’t know, nor do I care.”

“Hmm… She's really hot, don’t you think? You think I got a chance?” The other pondered, until he put his fingers together, letting out a loud whistle that even made Namjoon flinch. “Hey, you!”

Namjoon almost laughed, jamming the cigarette back into his mouth as you paid no attention to his friend. There was no indication of whether you actually heard the sound or not, but there was clear embarrassment in the other guy’s face.

“Hey!” His friend shouted again, this time taking the incentive to walk up to you until you finally looked at him. "Do you need some help or anything? You seem to be giving directions to some students and all..."

"Um, no? Who even are you?" You smiled, trying to hide your offense and questioning the gentleman.

"You don't have to be so rude, y'know. I was just trying to help."

"I don't think I ever asked for your help, though? So who are you, again?" You continued to smile even though your passive-aggression was bleeding through, continuing to piss off Namjoon's friend.

"Ugh, I hate chicks like you. You take attendance for homeroom and you act like you don’t know who I am?" He groaned, throwing his hands up as he walked back to where Namjoon stood, who didn’t even look at the pair. "Why do the pretty ones have to be such bitches?" He complained as Namjoon gave him a dirty look. He could feel the glare that was currently being thrown in his direction by you because of this idiot.

Why am I getting targeted? I’m not even doing anything.

“Hey, what's your problem?” You yelled across the courtyard. “Just because I didn't need your help, you're calling me a bitch? The hell is wrong with you?" And you would’ve left it alone at that until you heard the next thing that came after.

“Such a fucking loudmouth. If she wasn't so nasty I'd put it to good use, to be honest.”

“Dude, gross.” Namjoon spat in distaste. He looked back over to where you should've been standing. But instead, he saw you slowly approach the two of them, underneath the shadows. There was clear disgust in your expression and the consistent clicking of your tongue as Namjoon rolled his eyes.

Great. Just great.

“You should learn to shut up sometimes, dude.” Namjoon angrily muttered, leaning his head into his palm. “Always giving me problems.”

“Hey, asshole.” You called, finally closing the distance and pointing to the guy beside Namjoon. “Say that again to my face next time.”

“W-what? Pff, don’t make me laugh.”

“No, c’mon. Do it.” You hastily reply back. “It’ll give me a good reason to beat the shit out of you.”

“Dude, can you hear this? These edgy girls-”

Namjoon just rolled his eyes, taking another inhale of his cigarette until he heard a loud thunk beside him.

His fingers almost fumbled his cigarette as his mouth gaped open, taken aback by the scene in front of him.

You had slammed your wooden clipboard on the guy’s head, hearing it pop and crack.

And then again.

He watched as the guy’s legs gave out, falling onto the ground as Namjoon took two steps back, eyes widening. Shit, what the fuck?

Then, you tossed the useless and broken board to the side, kneeling down beside his friend and flicking the side of his head. “Stop struggling and crying like a baby. I’m not into such things.”

“J-Joon, hel...p...”

Now that he thought about it… This wasn’t his problem really. Maybe, he should just give his "buddy" a few words of advice.

"You have no one to blame but yourself, so don’t even start complaining to me. There was no reason to mess with someone, but you still did.” Namjoon voiced out, letting a deep exhale and watching the cigarette smoke drift into the air.

But as he was about to take another inhale, he failed to catch the grimace on your face as you rashly stood up, swiping the smoke out of his mouth and stomping it dead on the ground.

You came up to him, tugging his collar forward and looking him in the eye. "Are you trying to kill us all with this shit?”

He paused for a moment, stunned. But then, he could’ve died laughing at that moment. A stream of hysterical laughter left his mouth as you gave him a confused expression, nervously letting go and stepping back.

Wait, he hadn't laughed his hard before in ages and he barely knew why he found this situation so funny in the first place. But, the more he thought about how you were an unfiltered asshole who seemed to lack obvious social awareness and respect, he cracked up.

“Hey, hey…” Namjoon started after clearing his throat from cackles. “At least tell me your name.”

…

...

He was glad that he got to know you him that day, not that you could define what you had as typical friends were. You would watch on as he got scolded, the first time being caught with a cigarette on the school property and the second for teachers insisting he change his hair back to his natural black.

There were other times too, like when he flipped off a teacher for being sassy with him or when he would brawl with his fists behind the school with other students he had a problem with. The teachers and staff who saw his potential pleaded with him for a compromise, but all he saw were threats.

Namjoon only had a small glimpse into your life, finding you one day in the afternoon. You had found solace in the empty art room and drifted off, leaning your head onto your easel as the orange color of the sunset seeped into the dark classroom. He watched you quietly for a second, then gently closed the door shut and left. Often, he would stop by without letting his presence be known, looking through the tiny window of the door.

“Ugh-” You coughed, covering your mouth with the back of your arm. A lit cigarette had been propped in between your fingers until you threw it on the ground outside, stomping it out. “Tastes like shit…”

“What are you doing?”

You flinched as you heard Namjoon’s voice in the distance. As you turned, his arms were folded across his chest. “Nothing.”

“Hmm…” Namjoon pondered, then turning the other way. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Were you worried that you’d look weird just waiting around for him and doing nothing? You had grown to the habit by the time a month had passed. The more times you planned to meet him, the more times he found a cigarette stuck between your lips. Perhaps you were easier to manipulate than he thought.

…

Who is that? Who’s that standing next to you and why are you smiling like that?

Namjoon paused in the middle of the second-floor hallway, feeling his heartbeat speed up. There you were, conversing with another guy when you already had him. There was no need for you to even want to have a conversation with someone else, so why? Did you forget that you planned to meet him after classes?

“Ah, it's you. What a coincidence.” The underclassmen gave you a wave. “I didn't think that I would run into you here. I was just about to go home, would you like to come with me, sunbae?”

You weren’t going to say yes, were you? Shit-

“Y/n!” Namjoon shouted loudly enough to get your attention. He came up beside you, giving you an innocent smile and hug, only to turn his head to the younger male. “It’d be good for you if you’d stop thinking what’s mine as yours, asshole.” Namjoon spit in a low voice.

“Is there some problem with me being next to her?”

The light in Namjoon’s eyes died out as his arm lunged forward, pushing the guy off to the side. He watched him trip, losing his balance and toppling down the staircase. The chatter in the hallway immediately died out as soon as multiple screams echoed out.

“Namjoon?!” You shrieked, attempting to run down the staircase. But, before you could even put your foot down on a step, Namjoon grabbed your forearm, pulling you back harshly and colliding into him. Why couldn’t you just forget about everyone else but him? Did they truly matter?

“What the fuck?!” You grabbed him at the collar, slamming him into the wall as students shrieked and moved out of the way, rushing down the staircase. Others, trying to help the underclassman up. “Why’d you do that?! Huh? Why- Stop fucking laughing! I swear I’ll-”

Namjoon only buckled over and laughed even harder, clutching his stomach as you dropped him onto the floor. “What? You’ll do what?” He snickered, taunting you further. “Don’t tell me- don’t tell me you're mad at me? Hahahaha! How ridiculous...”

“What the fuck is your problem?! What the hell was that for?!” You sneered, looking at Namjoon who sat comfortably with his bottom on the floor.

"Listen up, princess, because it seems like you don’t know your place in our ‘relationship’. Tell me, right now, who else you have?” He taunted and grinned, rising to his feet as you threw him a dirty glare.

“Piece of shit.”

“As per usual, you can’t even answer me.”

…

"What the hell are you doing? Hey, I’m talking to you… Helloooo?"

"Nnnn…?" Namjoon groaned, shifting uncomfortably on the couch in his empty living room. He was still in his uniform, hearing the clock ticking in the hallway. His hand came up to his head as he gave it a violent shake, ruffling his messed up bedhead. Ah right, he had just come back from Saturday tutoring… Jeez, what time was it?

"You told me to come over and yet your ass is sleeping? You really are annoying." You sighed, plopping your school bag onto the wooden floors. “And you snore so loudly, shut uppp.”

"Nnn…" Namjoon groaned again, shifting away from your loud voice.

"Hey… Hey!! Wake up!! Namjoon!!” You whined, leaning over to shake his shoulder. “You know what? Fine, I’m leaving. Why’d you even text me if you’re just going to- AH-”

Namjoon grabbed your wrist, pulling you down with him. There was a smile on his lips as he chuckled, his eyes still closed. He poked one open, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on your lips. You flushed, eyes wide as Namjoon stared straight at you. And as he pressed harder, you could feel the smile that formed as he smirked.

Not pulling away, huh…

“Hey! I’m was talking- Mmpf-”

Namjoon grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you harder into him as you struggled in his hold. You couldn’t help but thrash, trying to get words out of your mouth until you finally kicked him in the knee.

"You…!! Asshole!" You cursed, pushing him off. “Are you trying to make me angry? I told you to stop.”

“Sorry.” He muttered, sitting up straight and staring up at his blank ceiling. Several minutes of silence passed between the two of you as neither could form words. Your own hand came up to your lips as you realized Namjoon had taken your first kiss. When you looked over at him, a part of you wondered if it was the same.

Seeing Namjoon so quiet and calm always made the atmosphere feel like a lucid dream. If you interfered, it would burst back to reality.

“Namjoon, someone like you will never learn what it’s like to be in love.”

“...”

“You’ll be lonely till the day you die.”

“You’re not good enough. You never will be. Your family is better off without you. Even I don’t need you.”

That wasn’t your voice. That wasn’t something you would say to him. Yet, he could imagine those words leaving your lips. It was simply his own whispering to himself, smirking in its intangible form as he pinned you between his arms, breath fanning over your face.

Just after twelve in the afternoon, you both were each other’s first. Normally, he would’ve expected it to be more romantic, filled with praise, gentle touches, and kisses. But instead, it was full of sneers and snide comments, hair pulling, scratching, and fighting for dominance. Neither of you knew what you were doing, but both were too stubborn to admit to the other.

In the aftermath, you both laid exhausted, marks and bites littered over your neck and shoulder. Namjoon adorned bruises and scratches, but he merely stared at his empty palms.

He didn’t feel anything...

Namjoon had unexpectedly cut you off after high school graduation. He had planned it for a while, telling you with an unmoving expression as you tried to hide your own bitterness. But what could you even say anything when he asked mockingly, “Don’t tell me… Did I mean something to you? Because you were nothing to me.”

He had learned something after having you in his bed, not all at once, but slowly. It took him months to figure out what he felt, leading himself to the conclusion which he struggled to carry out to the end. Did he seriously think love and affection could solve everything wrong with him? Why did he expect you to just sweep him off his feet and suddenly cure him as if you were his savior and protector?

No, there was something very wrong. He knew he couldn't cling onto you, like that. He knew he couldn't completely revolve his entire self-worth and survival solely on you. He knew that there was something wrong with the way he felt when he saw himself getting replaced. It was wrong, putting you on this unreasonable pedestal... But, he felt so good with you…

Maybe he took everything for granted. Staring at his reflection in the mirror and seeing the spark in his eyes gone. Like he became the shell of Kim Namjoon, disconnected from the motions, from life… from you.

And he fell. Deeper and harder. It felt like he splashed into a crashing river, letting his body fall under and drown beneath. It weighed him down and dragged him further, almost as if his fingertips couldn’t reach above the water.

“I want to see you… P-please…”

Namjoon spings awake, panting in the back of the van as he realizes they were still driving on the road. He could see his reflection off the glass window, his heart rapidly beating in his chest. He knew what happened next in the memory, his hand digging from the bottom of his roots to the fringe.

“Fuck…” He curses, gripping onto his hair. “I’m so screwed…”

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“Y/n, are you coming tonight?”

You look up from the enormous painting you hover over, setting your paintbrush down to the side. As you take a brief glance outside, you realize just how dark it had gotten. How late was it? Your first instinct is to grab your phone, seeing 6:30 pm on the clock and bringing up Namjoon’s contact.

“I- Um…” You stumble, tightening your grip on your phone case. “I was going to see my friend today, ah, I guess not really my friend, just an acquaintance of mine, so-”

You stop yourself, feeling somewhat embarrassed by your rambling. Taehyung just smiles from the door of the spare room he lent you in his studio. After all, you were his partner for their collaboration exhibition who deserved the best.

“If that’s the case, come with me.” Taehyung smiles, picking up a clean cloth from a stack and wiping the paint off your hands. “You’re not friends… so…”

“R-right, I just… I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in a month…” You answer weakly, letting Taehyung hold onto your hand. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. It was kind of embarrassing speaking about these kinds of things with your professor who had taught you in college, not to mention him being so much younger and smarter.

“You’re really indecisive, you know?”

Your head shoots up, expecting to see an irritated expression on Taehyung’s face, almost imagining how Namjoon would’ve looked like. But instead, he’s rather calm, his shoulders relaxed and his eyes honestly staring back at you. There was strangely, kindness behind words that seemed to be more of an insult.

“You also don’t ever seem to believe me or trust me.” He continues, watching as you flinch and gulp.

You look at him with wary eyes as you slowly pull away, folding your arms across your chest. The atmosphere is still somewhat calm, but you can feel the discomfort slowly growing.

His emotions are unreadable, his face always stoic and his tone soft. You can’t predict what he’s thinking, you can’t get ready for what he might say next, you can’t-

“So, did you not believe me when I said I love you, either?” He whispers, closing in on you. “Because I’ve loved you for so, so, so long…”

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Chapter two

Patience and Penitence.

A/N: Chapter two. I’m actually loving the plot behind this series and I hope I can stay as true to the comics as possible. I hope everyone reading enjoys. P.s. Don't be afraid to message me with suggestions or requests for the next chapter. Much loveee!

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff (Smut {*Very Soon*} in future chapters)

Summary: Tony and peter draw some conclusions, y/n is very clumsy and also very late to class, and Peter decides its time to face up and make an appearance.

Read Chapter One here

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Penitence; (noun): The action of feeling or showing sorrow and regret for having done wrong; Repentance.

“Were fucked how...wait why?” Peter breathed in deeply and ran his hands through his curls. He thought back to you when you would ask him questions about your physics assignments and how patient he would try to be to help you understand.

Be patient.

“These...beings...are using us as hosts. Think about this like...an organ transplant or a blood transfusion.” Peter was stumbling over his words, trying to make sense of it himself when really, he had a feeling they had only just scratched the surface. “If it's not the right type, then it won’t work, yeah?” Tony nodded. “I get it, kid, I’m a mechanic not a dumbass, these aliens aren't compatible with the people they're trying to feed off of, so, therefore...they die.” Peter breathed out. “Exactly.” his eyes began lulling back, exhaustion was just now hitting him, despite the intriguing discovery they were making.

“So the one that attacked you...Didn’t deem you a suitable host?” Tony looked at peter up and back down. “Not to be weird, but I find that hard to believe.” Peter furrowed his brow and chuckled softly. “Meaning?” he grumbled out as he leaned back in the chair and rubbed his eyes. “Think about it, you regenerate and recover thrice the normal rate of any human, I’ve seen you stop a bus with your bare hands, lift an airplane terminal, and hold together a ferry that was split in half. So if I was a symbiote...I’d, ya know...get up in that.” Peter laughed and his head fell in his hands as he tried to ponder what had happened.

San Francisco wouldn't be so bad for a week. y/n was stressed out anyways from finals and Fury had said he needed help with some intel they had gathered about the Life Foundation, harboring foreign lifeforms, and they needed to be confiscated from the “Rather stubborn” CEO, Dr. Carlton Drake. “Nothing some goddamn force can’t fix. Besides, your Ironman and Spider boy, and I'm Nick-fuckin’-Fury what can go wrong?” Peter grumbled under his breath “It’s spider- MAN” and Tony shot him a warning look as they neared the highway gate.

Getting through to the front entrance was easy enough, (Nick was very convincing) and up to the labs was a treat until push came to shove and Dr. Drake refused, as Peter expected he would, to give up his “Life's work” The next thing he knew, guns were being fired, webs were being shot, one blast from Tony’s suit, and three symbiotes had escaped.

Peter couldn't remember much of how it happened, only that he felt as if his skin was meshing, bonding with something unnatural. Next came a burning heat and impending hunger, an unfillable void. Tony was quick to get him to their jet a mile away, but as the engines revved up, a searing pain shot through his entire being, and then moments later...a a sweet release, no more pain.

“Tony, you know, I don't think they like loud noise...You’re right. The symbiote did want to get inside of me.” Stark shifted and gave peter a disapproving look. “No, all jokes aside, I would have made a more than suitable host, but the noise from the engines drove it out, its like...harmful to them.” Tony nodded slowly. “Makes plenty of sense kid, but listen if I don't sleep soon I’m sure ill literally die.” Peter nodded, studying his mentor and longtime friend. His eyes were glassy, his hands looked worn from many years of work and tinkering, and his face was hollow looking from a lack of sleep. “Yeah, Mr. Stark. You look like shit.” Tony’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Ugh... ‘Mr. Stark’? You haven't called me that since you were fifteen. Don't say that ever again.” They both laughed and then slowly fell into silence, both mulling over their thoughts.

“And will you be crashing here for a couple of hours, or sleeping on the rooftop of the abandoned building across Fifth Avenue?” Peter was yanked back to reality by the shock of his question, he stared blankly at Tony. “I know you sleep there every night, kiddo. But if you would just go and talk to her you wouldn't have to.” Peter thought seriously about these words. “Nah...It’s not safe yet, I don't know if that thing is coming back for me, I don't want to put her in danger. The time will come.” He rocked his head back, thinking of you, safe in your bed, curled up without him. “When exactly is that Pete? After she’s found another man?” Peter mulled over those words.

When she’s found another man...Maybe she’s safe in her bed in another mans arms...

But why wouldn't she move on? y/n was a beautiful woman, and every day that passed was a day Peter was teaching her to live without him. He closed his eyes because he felt tears begin to well up, the hurt and guilt ate away at him, but he couldn't let Tony see this, he already knew, he didn't need to see it as well. Tony stood up patting a hand on his shoulder. “You should go talk to May. Your strangely fine aunt might have some good advice.” Peter stood up and followed Tony into the foyer. The sun was peeking into the sky now and casting hues of beautiful mandarin, crimson red, and pink. “Oh what you talk to Aunt May now?” Peter joked. “Have been for a while” Tony turned around and winked. “Just kidding, but really go see your aunt. She used to talk to y/n all the time when you first moved to San Fran, now that you’re back she’ll be glad to see you...she’ll have a lot to fill you in on.”

Peter was confused as Tony spoke in riddles but he paid it no mind, he was too tired to care about anything except sleeping. Pulling his suit back on, he heard Tony holler over his shoulders “Night, kid.” This was amusing considering the early hour, but Peter and Tony didn't seem to have a set schedule for sleep these days. He swung out over the terrace and weaved between the buildings until he neared their familiar old apartment, the same one May swore shed never leave, not unless she got married. Peter climbed up the brick, and slipped into his old bedroom, scowling silently about the window being unlocked, but he decided not to fuss, May was expecting him. Slipping out of his suit and into his bed, Peter let himself rest for the first time in months, his thoughts drifting to you.

The smell of bacon stirred peter from his sleep. He was sure he had dreamt of you. Soft remnants, a silky kiss you had placed over his lips, whispering something he wasn't able to remember. Sweet nothings. He pushed his eyes open fully now, fingers tracing his lips, they were hot and swollen, as if yours had actually been there. Looking at the clock next to him he realized he had slept an entire day, all the way into the next morning. Slowly stretching out of bed he gazed over at his dresser and saw a framed picture you had got for him one year on his birthday. A keen smile spread across his lips as he studied how wide your grin had been, and how genuine your laugh was, so genuine that your cute nose scrunched up and your eyes were closed tight.

I want to see you laugh like that again...

“Peter, are you awake?” He was jarred from his memories of you, walking over and pulling the bedroom door, he saw may looming in the kitchen in her oversized tee, and biker shorts, her hair was thrown back into a bun, and she was squelching and giggling as the grease popped at her. “Turn the heat down a little, May.” She whipped around and grinned wildly at him. “Peter, just look at you!” She carried on as she threw her arms around him, bantering about how much she’d missed him and why he didn't call more. Peter took his seat at the table, running his hands through his untamed curls. “I would have been back sooner, but I had to make sure it was safe.” May nodded understandingly, she knew all about what was going on, everything that had happened. “And how is y/n?” her tone became soft, peter knew this was because she already knew the answer: Not good.

“I don't know may...I haven't actually talked to her yet.” She curled her lip as she shook her head disapprovingly. “I raised you better than that...Sitting out on that damn abandoned building day and night, but you won’t go talk to her, let her know you’re alive and okay...it’s cruel Peter.” Her words were like daggers to him, piercing his heart, even though he knew they were marred with love and care. “How do you know I sit out there every day and night huh?” He questioned her, apparently she and Tony had been talking. “Happy told me.” Her answer was simple and it made Peter raise an eyebrow at her. “Oh did he now?” A childlike grin came over his face, as may shood him off. “Oh, that's none of your business. And in any case, stop changing the subject, you need to go see her Peter, it's not fair.” He shook his head. “Not yet May, it's not safe...” Peter was shocked when she threw the pan down into the sink with a loud thud and whipped around at him.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, you’re starting to sound like you dad. If it wasn't safe you wouldn't be here right now.” All that Peter could do was stare in shock. It had been such a long time since she had raised her voice at him. “You left her in the middle of the night, giving her a one-sentenced note. No texts, no calls, nothing to show for four years with that girl. She was over here every night for the longest time crying and wondering where you went, and I had to lie to her for you.” Peter’s heart fell at the image of you sitting at May’s kitchen table, crying as she rubbed your back and poured you tea. May was a true caregiver at heart. “Now its time for you to go tell her the truth. Forget your secret identity, forget the symbiotes. And just tell her the truth, Peter.” He knew she only told him for his own good, but he didn't even know how to begin to tell you the truth. “I don't know how to do it May! I can't just waltz up to her and say ‘Hey I’m Spiderman, yeah I lied to you about that for four years, oh also I ran away for a year because I had an alien lifeform trying to possess me and kill everyone.’ I mean, that just doesn’t work.”

May shot him a look, but he could tell she was attempting to be understanding. “Alright, Peter do what you think is best.” Peter sighed relief. He did plan on telling you, just in a way he knew you could process it. “But, don't come crying when she finally moves on. Better for her to know the truth than think you just don't give a damn, so she finds another man...MJ tells me a boy from her Criminology class really has the hots for her his name is Justin, James...? Something like that...rumor has it he’s not bad looking either.” Peter knew May was doing this on purpose, but all the same, he felt his face grew hot, he turned to get up and go shower. “Where you going, Pete?” She called out after him as he stormed out of the kitchen. “To take a shower and look presentable, if I’m going to talk to y/n I’m not going looking like this.” May smiled slyly to herself as he continued to grumble and slammed shut the bathroom door. He had always wondered if you had moved on and found another man, but hearing a name made everything real, and Peter would be damned if another man would be cozying up to his princess at night. All he could do is explain everything to you, lay all the truth out on the table, and hope you would forgive him. I need her forgiveness, but even more, I need to express my remorse.

Peter thought back to all the nights he laid alone in bed, tangled in cold sheets, missing you. Guilt shot from his chest and left a knot in his throat as he pondered how you must have felt in the same condition, not knowing or understanding a thing about why he had vanished. He let the steaming water pour over his skin as his thoughts raced, one lone word recurring in his mind.

Penitence.

“Shit” You cursed under your breath as you tripped over absolutely nothing and sloshed coffee onto your white tee. Not that you were surprised because being a tad clumsy came to you naturally. Getting to class this morning had been a struggle. The universe seemed to be working against you, as it normally did when one was double majoring. You kept mulling over in your head your schedule for the day. Criminology at nine, lunch by twelve probably from Delmar's, probably on the go, next class by one-thirty, then ill go home and study, later to the grocery store...Internally planning was one way you kept your mind busy. And with everything you had going on, your thoughts had been able to stay away from Peter for the past week. You suddenly felt someone walking next to you and it caused your head to snap up, breaking your concentration, and causing you to drop the whole cup. “Fuck...” you cursed under your breath, glancing next to you.

Oh god, here we fucking go...

“Hey y/n. Need a hand?” Justin smiled at you slyly. Always with the sexual undertones, as if he wanted to eat you right there in the sidewalk. Disgusting. Just be nice maybe he’ll go away. “Hi Justin. How are you?” you forced out a greeting, bending down to pick up the paper cup, you could feel his eyes gazing at your backside. Refusing to meet his predatory eyes, you stood back up straight and continued to walk, throwing your hair over your shoulder. “Well, I’m better now.” You hoped you hadn’t visibly cringed. you crossed your arms over your chest defensively and attempted to scoot away from him, but he just closed the gap and wrapped his arm over your shoulder. You squirmed underneath him, internally screaming for him to let you go. “So when are you going to let me show you a good time?” He gazed down and winked at you, his piercing blue eyes were beautiful, but you preferred deep, chocolate brown ones, soft eyes, loving eyes. Not ones that were stripping you naked in their imagination. “Uhh...Ex-excuse me?” You glared up at him, squirming from under his shoulder. “You know, like let me take you to dinner or a movie.” You breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps a little too soon, because he stepped closer, moving a strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

Boy, would peter had ripped his hand off if he had seen this...

“Or...you could come over to my place and we could drink some wine...you know watch a film indoors instead...” His voice trailed off and you could feel his breath. “Uh, that's not going to happen, Justin.” you pushed away from him, but low-and-behold he was right after your heels. “Why not, still waiting on Physics boy to move back?” His words stopped you dead in his tracks, you whirled around looking him directly in his handsome features, breathing ragged. “Don’t talk to me anymore.” was all you could choke out, before whipping around and leaving him standing alone, moving quickly towards the Criminal Justice department.

Your cheeks were brimming red, and his head was hot. He had no idea what you had been through. How dare he be so presumptuous. You pulled out your phone to text M.J. that you were there, just late. There was someone standing right in the doorway, you could tell from a distance, they were peering out the glass at you. Has this guy been watching me..? No that was absurd. He was probably just peering out at the sky. There had been a lot of rain this fall, and the vastness above you was scattered with dark clouds, threatening to open up and rain for the third time this week. The figure receded back into the hall as you got closer, and you swung the door open, thankful for the warm air on your cold hands. You rubbed them together, then peered around for M.J. She was probably already down the hall in the lecture. Before you could start to head that way, someone stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

Brown eyes. Those brown eyes you know so well. Boring into you, halting your whole world. Bringing it to a still. Freckles decoratively speckled a perfectly shaped nose, right above those gentle lips, the same lips you shared so many conversations with, swept with your own, talking in tongues, and groans, and grunts of passion. In less than a second, you took in his whole face, his entire appearance in your eyes. In your soul. The sun had kissed his skin for every one you weren't able to give him. Glowing and royal, strong and beautiful. He’s talking to you, but you can't hear a thing. Nothing. You forgot how to breathe. After all, your breath was his, every breath you drew you’d gladly gave away to him. He had just stolen yours away, like he had the last year of your life. Was he asking you if you were okay? Asking you to sit down and breathe? You were still unable to make sense of a single word out of his mouth. “What the fuck?” was the last phrase you could utter out before your knees gave out and you fell to your ass on the floor. Peter had caught you by the arm, pulling you back up into him, and carrying you into an empty study room off to the side, sitting you on a chair, kneeling in front of you. Still complete silence, all around you. Unable to hear a thing, only to see those beautiful lips moving.

Then he touched your face, and you started to gain back your focus. “This isn't real...” was all you could manage. “Yes it is, babe I’m right here.” You heard his voice. For the first time in over a year, you could hear him, crystal clear. Not just in dreams, or in voicemails he had left you that you were never able to dispose of. His actual voice, one that belonged to an angel.

My angel.

“You left me.” You were shaking violently. So many thoughts were bounding through your mind, but all you could say to peter was ‘you left me.’ And it said everything that needed to be said. Unable to mask all of your emotions, also unable to keep your hands off of his face. Feeling him, his features. You had longed to touch him for so long, wondered if he was still alive and okay, and now as your hands played over his cheeks, his jawline and nose, he was so real to you. So alive.

“I did...and I can’t fix what I did, but babygirl I can tell you why...I owe you that, well so much more than that princess...Let’s just get you home and I can explain everything, okay?” You shook your head slowly. “Wait but I have class? and M.J...” Peter put his hand to your lips and hushed your banter. “Shh its okay, y/n don't worry about class, MJ will be fine, this is very important. Just come home with me.” He stood up reaching for your hand, which you offered him willingly. Home. Our apartment that we shared together, he still considers me home. “Okay.” You nodded rapidly as Peter helped you stand, and guided you out the door, towards the apartment. The cold air hit you like a wall and thunder began to rumble slowly over the sky. But nothing mattered, because Peter was at your side, holding tightly your hand. Shock still ravaged your mind and body, but you would have all of your answers. Every night you laid and cried and wondered alone, you would finally have closure.

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What we are not; Soulmates (chapter 2)

summary: you love yoongi with all your heart throughout these five years being in a relationship with him. you always thought he is the one — your one, even when the infamous soulmate signs are still not showing. yet you always wait, because you know it’s him you are destined to be with, forever. but what would happen if then his childhood best friend comes along, with the universe-signed telltales that you have been looking for true love in all the wrong places?

{soulmate!au, established relationship!au}

pairing: min yoongi x female reader x kim taehyung

chapters : prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | epilogue

word count : 10.412

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You drive back to Seoul from your parents residence in Ilsan at dawn, because your first class will be in the early morning. Mina and a few other teachers are out to do rehearsals for the upcoming recital for your grade 4 students, so you are in charge of teaching a few classes for the day. It’s quite exciting somehow, you already missed your students and your first classes would be with the pre-primary ballet students that you greatly adore. You love kids—you always have been on your own as the only children of the family, so to be able to interact and teach the wonderful kids would always certainly be the highlight of your days.

It is not always rainbows and unicorns teaching the kids, but somehow today is arguably the best day of teaching them. They are on their best behavior, kindly following your instruction and order, and you are swooned under their abundant cuteness. Everything went so smoothly until the end of class number two—right before lunch time. The kids are running to their parents, some of them thanking you, giving a short hug before leaving. You smile widely, engulfing their small figure with your own, your heart swelling with adoration and pride. This is how much you love your job, to be able to interact with students and help them achieve their dreams.

One by one they left, until there was only Eunbi, your favorite student left to be picked up by her parents. You are fixing her hair into a cute bun, when suddenly a woman who you recognize as Eunbi’s mother comes to sight. You bow a little, finishing your touch on the girl’s hair. “Bye bye!” You urge Eunbi to her mother, but you can sense hesitation on her. All of a sudden,she turns to you, giving you a tight hug that causes you to squeal in surprise.

“Thank you, seonsaeng-nim! I promise to really work hard and will be like you someday!”

You happily nod, then the cute six years old runs to her mother, waving at you again. You reply with the same enthusiasm, nonchalant to that someone who has been watching for quite sometime now. You were about to head to your room, but your steps freeze when in the corner of your eyes finds the man, leaning on the wall beside him, his arms folded on his chest, a wide gummy smile on his lips. You gasps, instinctively running to his arms with a loud commotion.

“Yoongi!”

“Ugh.” He groans when you literally crash onto him, falling a few steps back due to the force. “Hey, hey, be careful. This precious body can not be injured under any circumstances. I won’t let it.” He cheekily snickers and you frown jokingly, your fingers jabbing to his chest.

“What precious body, huh? I don’t even remember the last time you even exercise, Min Yoongi.” You answer wittily and he chuckles, fixing the strands of hair falling in front of your eyes to the back of your ear, wanting to see your face better. Your heart flutters just to see him again after two days of lock down in your parent’s house.

“I don’t mean mine, I mean yours.” His lips curl into a teasing smirk and you can’t hold back a smile. “Such a flirt.” You smile knowingly, sensing that few people have already been taking an interest in your encounter with Yoongi. You shyly excuse yourself and pull him towards your cubicle, unable to bear another attention pointed at you and him. Fortunately, you have the room to yourselves.

After a soft thud signaling the door is closed, Yoongi suddenly pulls you into his arms, his lips crashing on yours fervently and you are caught by surprise. You instinctively moan to his kisses, your fingers finding its way to his beautiful scalp, softly pulling his hair. His arms are finding its purchase on your waist, tightfully holding on it like he will never let go. You can feel his smile on your lips rhythmically moving against each other, until you have let go to finally get your need for oxygen. Yet Yoongi seems like a possessed man, as he couldn’t take his good lips off of you and travels south to your exposed neck. You let out a constricted moan when you feel his lips nibbling on the sensitive area he already remembers like the back of his hand. “Yoongi...”

All of a sudden, you feel constricted pain on your chest, and hollowness seeps into your heart. Your eyes linger on the scar on your wrist, hidden by your wrist brace while your head figures the reason you are not feeling like you used to. You feel like something is missing while your head is heavily conflicted over the simple kiss you countlessly shared before. What is wrong with you? Why are you feeling like this? The little voice inside your head has the answer for you. It must be him. It must be the guilt you are feeling for your soulmate.

“Y/N, are you okay? You seem off.”

Yoongi lets you go when noticing you are not replying to his movements, and directs his attentive gaze at you. You feel like you are truly exposed, you bite your lips while the gears in your brain are working hard to let out any possible reason for your strange acts. Something inside you seriously considers telling Yoongi about everything, about how you found your soulmate—which is not him, but you can’t find yourself to bring it up. Your lips are frozen. You don’t want to lose him. And knowing how he will act, Yoongi will be Yoongi again. He will let you go without a fight, suppressing all the obnoxious pain inside. And the feeling you have for him does not have the heart to lose or hurt him.

“Yes, I just feel a little bit under the weather. I am sorry, Yoongi.” You reason, a tint of breathily laces your words. instead you chase for a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder. A fitting position so Yoongi cannot detect the lies from your expression.

“It’s okay. I just wish you can get better soon.” Yoongi whispered to your nape while caressing your head affectionately, ending it with butterfly kisses on the top of your head. At that time, you never feel bad like you have betrayed his trust like that ever before. Lying is never your specialty, and you are proud of that feature. You have never lied to Yoongi before, as you always find a sense of comfort in your relationship with him that you have nothing to worry about telling him nearly everything. But now, how can you keep that still?

“Can I take you for lunch? Before your next class, I mean.” He asks, and you are glad that the topic ended on a vague note. You nod energetically, holding your wrist close while grabbing the jacket you hang on your chair. He quickly holds you close, a quiet gasp from your mouth when he lightly grazes the hidden engraved scar on your wrist, before taking your petit hand inside his large ones.

You just hope that everything will be okay. At least until you can find a good way to tell him. Or even any possible way.

One week passes in a breeze, especially when it is packed with schedule for your job. Deadline for recital choreography is just around the corner, in parallel with teaching your students the routine they have to perform in a few months. Few of your students are also only a few weeks away before their grade examination, so you literally have no break in the past week to train them. Hence all the alone time you have in a day is one in the morning before work, and the late nights before you pass asleep.

And it’s a bit strange when you always have a schedule for both of the guys that have been fulfilling your minds since last week. Yoongi always calls you before you go to sleep, when he is still in the middle of work and for you when the exhaustion after a full day of activities is coming off in a great tidal wave. You have to sadly accept the fact that the conversations are not long, mainly because you would fall asleep mid-call, but you are happy to listen to his voice and glad to have a little of Yoongi’s packed schedule either way.

And Taehyung always calls you in the morning, right after you wake up to start your morning run, and after he wakes up on the hospital bed to consume his morning medicine before breakfast. Strangely, the communication with him comes naturally and smoothly, and it doesn’t seem like you just met him a week ago. During the calls, he told you about himself, about where he studied in California, about his deepest dream of becoming an art curator, his dislike of alcohol and coffee or about his early childhood dream of having a 40meters-tall Gundam robot built on his house front lawn. You really cannot spare a laugh whenever you are talking with him, and truth to be told, you do not wonder why.

Taehyung also is very attentive during your stories. You tell him about yourself, your deep down dream of performing on stage again, your severe addiction to high school musical, and your wish to build another large set of legos again since your high school days. Talking to him is relaxing and addicting in its own way, like your body is chasing for its own high whenever you listen to his voice. You can’t deny that morning calls with Taehyung have become ones of the highlights of your days.

It’s Saturday, and you are glad that the week has finally come to an end. You have no class for the weekend, so you gladfully have the day all to yourself. You do not really plan anything for the day, and intend to keep it that way. After a week of exhaustion is paid in a 12 hours long sleep, you woke up straight at 10AM with fifteen missed-calls, two from your mother, five from Taehyung and eight of them from Yoongi. Sensing that Yoongi is most definitely not a numerous missed call type of person, you quickly punch his numbers in your phone, and after two beeps, he picks up.

“Y/N! Hi, sorry to bother your long-awaited weekend. I know you wanted to rest this whole day, but can you help me? Please, please, I desperately need your help.” Yoongi rushedfully speaks on the other side of the call, a sense of panic is evident in his tone. You raise from your bed and turn wary over his voice. It must be serious if Yoongi is that scared.

“Of course, Yoongi. What is it?”

“I just got a call from my boss that one american artist is interested in my work and offers me a music producing job for his upcoming tour.” Yoongi informs you, still in his panicked tone. But after hearing such great news, you immediately jump on your spot, the sense of happiness and pride engulfing your heart for the great opportunity for your boyfriend. You know the talent Yoongi has is beyond everyone’s great mind, and you do believe that opportunities will come like a wildfire sooner or later for him.

“It’s amazing, Yoongi! I am so proud of you, ugh! My boyfriend is a crazy talented music producer!” You squeal in glee, a hundred percent thrilled for him. You can imagine how Yoongi would shyly smile on the other side of the call. It has been your relationship dynamic, in which you would always be the expressive one and he would shyly drive from your adoration. Well, mostly outside sex, though.

“Thank you, Y/N, that means a lot coming from you.” Yoongi whispers and truly means it. You might not know it from his cold exterior, but he does consider you as the most important person in his life, and your opinion matters the most for him. Lots of his colleagues or friends congratulate him, but part of him, the cynical side of his is always so sceptical of the praises. But for you? He trusts you with all his heart. To have your great support for his job as a music producer is the greatest gift he believed to ever receive.

“So what can I help you with? You know I’ll support you whenever wherever, Yoongi. You do not need to ask it.”

“I know that, I know.” He eventually chuckles after hearing your sweet hoarse morning laugh on the other side. Something flutters inside his chest, and he tries hard to ignore it. Damn, he must be too intoxicated. Five years in a relationship and he still feels the same flutters. How crazy is that? He thought to himself, but still trying to focus on the important matter in hand. “Y/N, I will have the meeting in… 30 minutes. Can you help me with something?” You hum an agreement, casually walking out of your bed to your dressing table.

“Anything. Just say it, baby.”

“Taehyung is being released today from the hospital. No worries, it would not be awkward for you, cause you are not there alone. Hobi will be there too! But you know I can’t trust him by himself, right? His messy ass can only do so and I can only trust you taking care of Taehyung. Can you please help him discharged today, Y/N?”

You gulped, most definitely did not expect it to be the wish Yoongi is asking for. All week you have been contemplating whether it is right for you to keep contacting Taehyung behind Yoongi, but your body and heart always reasons that you are keeping the friendship with Taehyung casual and light, and Taehyung is well informed about your situation. Inevitably, Taehyung has taken a huge part inside your life in such a short time and the thought of losing him somehow scares you. Whenever you reach out to him, you feel light and happy by heart—like a shot of endorphin to your body and frankly, you never want it to end.

This is bad. And the one thing that is going through your mind is Yoongi deserves none of these things kept away from him. You still love Yoongi, you know so but your body is betraying how you feel about Taehyung. It’s like you are programmed to chase your soulmate close, and you hate how it does you, cause it’s utterly iniquitous to both of the men you care so much about. It’s on you. You need to do something.

“I—i’m not really sure if that's good to…”

“Please, please! Can you do it for me? Taehyung’s father has been asking for a while now, and Hobi has never visited before, so I’m not sure if he would pass the security procedure. And that idiot must be wearing his godforsaken clothes, God, I’m not sure the security would be happy to let him in.”

You nervously chuckle, flashing back the time Hobi wore freaking neon green clothes and gold chain to one of your loaded mutual friend's formal birthday dinner gala. He ended up being chased out after a few drinks due to literally stealing the spotlight with his attire, acts, and loud laugh. Everything he wears or does is just spoken like Hoseok, and his rightful and sincere self is what actually attracts you to him. You found it endearing for someone to be so true to themselves.

“Okay, okay. But you owe me one, okay? I want soooo many nuggies from McDonalds.” You crack a joke and hear Yoongi groaning on the other side, reminded of your unhealthy addiction to those nuggets.

“I owe you everything, Y/N, you know it. But yes, yes. I’ll buy you as many nuggets you want.”

“Okay, then. Good luck for the meeting, baby. I...i love you.” You whispered, a sudden hesitation due to the guilt seeping inside your chest for saying the words you have been saying for five years now. You know damn well why you are feeling this way—because you are hiding something so crucial from him. It’s not something you've ever done before, and you find yourself drowned in an indescribable amount of fear of losing him whenever you want to tell him anything. And it slowly is killing you too.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, and the sincere tone lacing on his words catches your breath. It’s silly how his confession always stirs something inside you, and you are left breathless every time.

“I love you so much, and whatever I get or achieve, I’ll be thanking the universe for letting me love you first.”

At his heartfelt confession, you feel the tears on the corner of your eyes desperate to come out. His words are entrancingly beautiful, and could probably be the most romantic words your boyfriend has ever said to you during these five years long relationship. Somehow, his words send a deep assurance to your heart, that you will and should not budge for anything or anyone. You belong to Yoongi, have been for five years and will continue until the very end. Your relationship would not budge. You won’t let it.

You park your car in the lobby of the familiar hospital you visited once before—the hospital in which Taehyung resides for nearly two weeks. Whenever Taehyung crosses your mind, you feel something on your chest, the heartbeat turns irregular and now, both your palms turn clammy out of nerves. You just wish that Hoseok will arrive soon, so you don’t have to be alone with him and forced to deal with your ignorant body which somehow, has a mind of its own now. You hate how you become less of your own person, as you always crave for your soulmates like an addict. You just wish that it would soon decrease, since you are serious about keeping your relationship with Yoongi. And keep seeing Taehyung might not be the best—even the worst solution to achieve that.

“Hey, Y/N! You are here.”

You look back, finding the best friend you have not seen since forever, giving him a light hug and squeeze of joy. “Hobi! You are here. I miss you! It feels like we haven't seen each other for how long now!” You squeal in delight. Hoseok grins widely, showing his neat pearly whites—a smile that could probably lighten the whole world.

“Yes, you have been hanging out too much with that old, boring sack pish posh of party pooper you call boyfriend.” Hoseok sassily replies, hanging both his hands on either side of his hips.You roll your eyes, a smile reaching for them after realizing that you indeed miss his cute antics. “Nah, kidding. I miss you too, Y/N. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good, thanks. And you look… like Hoseok.” You nod in gratitude, as your eyes check him from head to toe. Yoongi was 100% correct when he spat on Hoseok’s probable improper choice of attire for a hospital visit. Electric blue colored baggy shirt, camo blue cargo pants and a pair of white chunky shoes. You do wonder how Hoseok is always able to give a trademark on whatever attire he wears and you get a sense of pride of your best friend to be able to wear anything right, in his own style.

“Thank you! I’ll take that as a compliment.” Hoseok smiles, looping your hands in his. He closes to your ear and mutters a whisper while wiggling his eyebrows. “This sundress looks damn cute on you too, Y/N.” You push him away, as he chuckles lightly and pulls you to the hospital entrance.

The way to just enter Taehyung’s floor is long and tiresome, per usual. Good for you, you did the procedure before on your previous visit, so you just need to offer your ID again for identification. But for such a high energy person like Hoseok, you can see how much he suffers just to follow the procedure. You also can see how cautious the guards are paying great attention to Hoseok, and you silently applaud Yoongi’s decision to attach you to the event. Hoseok might not survive on his own this event.

“You know, I am this close to running away and never help that fucker Taehyung discharged.” Hoseok huffs after an all body inspection was finished and he is good to enter the elevator to Taehyung’s floor. His lips were jutted, hands clasped on his chests. “That rich son of a bitch owes me one. You know, I truly felt mistreated! I felt treated liike a fucking terrorist by those guards!”

“Hey.” You nudge Hoseok on a ribcage. “Be nice. You know that it’s all on his father, right? Taehyung has no voice on this, we should not blame him. For all we know he could be the victim of his vile father.”

Hoseok looks at you with a questioning manner, and you feel small under his smothering gaze. Oops, you must have said something wrong.

But he just shrugged, throwing his eyes to the metal door. “I don’t really buy it. But tell me, how do you even know him anyway? It seems like you are so close to Taehyung. I just can’t really figure how since he went to the US a few years back and didn’t come home until now. Did Yoongi introduce you to him before?”

Damn Hoseok and his smart ass. You were struggling in letting out a word, but you swear to any God that listen that time must be on your side, because as Hoseok finishes the probing question about your unexpected proximity with Taehyung, the lift arrives at the final destination—your soulmate’s floor. You quickly step out of the lift, and as you know Hoseok is easily distracted, you quickly take advantage to point at one room you remember as Taehyung’s room. “There! Let’s go.”

Noting Hoseok’s burning gaze on your back at your sudden change of act, you scramble in panic and knock on Taehyung’s door. A level voice is heard from inside and with a leaping heartbeat you slowly push the door, finding him seated on the side of the bed—his fingers rolling the sleeve of his blue buttoned shirt. His large eyes immediately averted to you, a smile eventually reaching them at your presence. His expression is exactly how you always imagined them and you find warmth engulfing your chest. A strange feeling of wanting to hold him close does appear, but you quickly push it away with a strained smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Taehyung welcomes with a large smile, and you instantly relax under his ministry. He instinctively reaches for you with his palm, gesturing you to come closer. So you subconsciously follow, inching closer to his side. “I didn’t know you’d be here. Not that I mind, though. I’ve been wanting to see you forever.”

“Flirt.” You snort while rolling your eyes, just the exact moment both of your hands are touching, and you feel it again. The familiar yet so strange sensation of reaching out to your soulmate. The electricity rushing through your vein, the spark exploding on your head and chest and the ragged breath like you are being chased. It was literally an out-of-body experience, especially to note since it is just your second touch with him. “Wow. I don’t think I could ever get used to that.” You whisper more to yourself. By the expression worn in Taehyung’s face, how unresponsive he is to your comment, you notice how he is feeling just the same way you are feeling right now.

“Well for me, I don’t really know how I could stop chasing for that.” Taehyung whispers, and you suddenly feel hot and bothered over such a simple sentence. You shyly held your hand behind your back. Eyes zooming into the small vase of blue lily still rested on his dressing table, hoping the world will swallow you whole.

Then a sound is heard, right from your back and you notice it’s freaking Hoseok, clearing his throat like he just choked on a fucking stone. You quickly shy away, realizing that you have been too much in your world right now and how awkward it must have been for Hoseok to witness the both of you acting strangely—like you never seen each other since world war two. Gosh, you are an idiot!

“Hey, hyung. Good seeing you.” Taehyung smiles, giving Hoseok a slight hug of welcome. Hoseok welcomes the hug, curling his lips into a smile. They both let go, and Hoseok rests his palms on both of the younger man’s shoulders, His eyes checking for any visible scar on his face.

“Yes, I know you are happy to see me. But how dare you visit the hospital first before visiting your favorite hyung?! The audacity.” He hisses, as Taehyung smiles warmly. You can barely hold a smile just seeing him, feeling the light blissfulness, courtesy of what Taehyung might be feeling that transferred to you. “And not only that, I have to be treaten like a fucking terrorist in this building. I can’t believe this is how you're going to treat this favorite hyung of yours!”

“I really want to apologize, hyung. But you lost your chance when you never even visited once! Even Y/N here visited me before. I can’t believe the ‘favorite’ hyung I’ve known since forever never even visited me once.”

Hoseok immediately scrambles to crush Taehyung into his arms, using his baby voice to apologize. “You know how much I love you by heart, my favorite brother! Hyung is sorry for not visiting you sooner, I was so swamped for work these few weeks and seriously, I am exactly just free today. I am not lying! You’ll forgive your favorite hyung, right?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes but chuckles either way, standing up to the bed to take his jacket, holding it close to his chest instead of wearing it. “Of course. But now we are going to a restaurant of my choice and you are paying, hyung. Okay?”

Hoseok frowns, quickly reasoning to get out of Taehyung’s punishment but you can hardly decipher it as Taehyung offers his hand to you, guiding you to walk in front of him with his palm hovering over your back. You bite your lips hard to avoid quenching your desired squeal. You are this close to losing it for you can’t bear but to swoon for his mannerful gesture.

The road to the nearest diner of Taehyung’s choice was pleasant, with both men seated on the front seat, talking vibrantly with each other. You did offer to sit in front, considering that it might still be dangerous if there is a sudden stop that might hurt Taehyung, but he insisted by telling you that two weeks recovery was more than enough for him to go on with his activities as usual. Not intending to argue further—as you know your probability of winning is severely low, you just walk to the back seat and watch them interact. Listening to them also brought an understanding to you that Taehyung met Hoseok as Yoongi’s best friend since high school, and their personalities match greatly so Taehyung did tag along with lots of Yoongi and Hoseok’s hangouts.

You cannot help but to agree that it was the perfect spot for you to just pay your full attention to Taehyung, the boxy smile he possesses, the cute crinkle on his nose, the excessive usage of um and that’s why, or the way his eyes lighten up at literally any stories Hoseok is telling him which he might be missing during the past five years. It warms your heart to just see him being goofily himself. You are enjoying the dynamic, when an alarm goes off inside your head, warning that it is not a good sign for you and your so-called sturdy decision to ignore the whole soulmate thing.

But who are you to deny that when you are with him, you cannot think straight? How did you even think of doing that? It’s nearly impossible when you already get a taste of being with your soulmate, even just as friends. This selfish part of you just don’t want to lose him too.

Oh God, how much you despise yourself now...

“Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?”

The sudden question spoken by Taehyung brings you back to reality, as you absentmindedly look at the both guys now staring back at you. You are confused, as you did not even let out a sound, and you swear they are just talking about something just now. “I—i’m fine. Is there something wrong?”

“Not really.. I just felt—”

Then it hits you. You just had an inner war towards your own feelings, and the bond you share with him must be letting him know how conflicted you felt just now. But you eye Hoseok warily, as he must be confused from the sudden change of interest of Taehyung with no possible impulse from you. You shake your hand, cheeks turning red from the sudden interest in yourself. “No, no I’m fine. You can continue.”

The conversation ends with a comfortable silence, and in just another minute, the car arrives. “We are here!” Hoseok squeals lightheartedly, fortunately changing the serious mood that just ensues. After parking on the nearest empty spot, you quickly walk out, taking a deep breath of nerves for just this close of being caught by Hoseok.

Truth to be told, you don’t really know whether you can tell the whole story to him, but know he would rationally tell you to face it and make your choice but you somehow despise hearing that. You just wish you had more time—the time you don’t have.

You visited the diner frequently before, since it’s actually Yoongi and Hoseok’s favorite place. You take a seat, while Taehyung chooses a seat beside you and Hoseok seated in front him. You zoom into the menu, choosing what you’ll have for lunch. You really like the pasta served here as it’s one of their specialties, But as a ballerina you don't have many chances to eat carbs, since you do notice the difference in how your body feels for each of your intake of food. But it’s your free time, right? You desperately want to do whatever you want to do today, but somehow you still can shake off the guilt off your shoulder.

“You know what to choose? You seem confused.” Taehyung whispers, his eyes looking at you from his long fringe. The proximity of him talking quite flusters you, but you quickly ignore them and try to let out a coherent answer.

“I really like the pasta here, but I am not sure my job really allows me to.” You painstakingly whimpered, gulping for looking at the tasty looking pasta on the menu. “I don’t really have any performance coming up, but I think I have been slacking a lot in this whole food management, and—”

“I don’t really see the point of you needing to suffer yourself for that. It’s saturday anyway, you need to get a break. You deserve to have the food you really want.” Taehyung suggests with a warm smile, and the way he speaks really sends a great impression of friendliness instead of teaching, and you are grateful for that. “I know you are able to burn those carbs very soon, Y/N. But it’s your choice, of course. You know what’s best for you.”

You nod thankfully, looking up to Hoseok as he instantly throws his gaze somewhere else like he has been caught staring the whole time. You duck your face down to the menu, fear overcoming you for Hoseok to notice how strangely close both of you are acting, and the possibility of him knowing the exact reason why. The waitress comes to take your order, and you decide to instead order another food that better suits your diet, a baked chicken parmesan. Uncomfortable silence ensue before Taehyung break the silence

“How’s the kids recital preparation? Is it going well?” Taehyung asks, his eyes settled on you. You immediately lighten up for remembering your students, as you lively explain to him the event that just ensued a few days ago with your lovable students.

As both of you talk, Hoseok pays attention to both Taehyung and you. He was exactly seated there, but it seems like you and Taehyung are in your own bubble, talking about your stories while Taehyung responds with the same excitement, his arm resting on your chair’s backrest. Hoseok really did not want to pry, he knows you may be friends, but you and Taehyung do seem too close for your own good. And he be damned if he can’t see the hopeful, head over heels gaze coloring Taehyung’s eyes and how identical it is to Yoongi’s whenever you are around. It frightens him to think that there might a possibility of—

Hoseok quickly shakes his head, not even wanting to continue his thoughts. There is no way in hell Taehyung or you could do something as vicious and evil as that.

Right?

“It’s quite hot in here, right?” You whimper, feeling the heat inside the diner starting to get uncomfortable. The sweat sticking out on your skin, especially with the white cardigan you are wearing to compliment the blue sky colored sleeveless sundress. Mindlessly, purely out of discomfort, you unattach the cardigan off your body, hanging it on the backrest of the chair. When you rest your naked arm on the table, Hoseok’s eyes suddenly notice something quite eccentric and noticeable engraved on your wrist. Something familiar, since he definitely saw the same scar before though...

The vibrant blue scar. Your soulmate scar.

“What the fuck is that, Y/N?! No—no! It can’t be..” Hoseok whispered to himself, reaching for Taehyung’s wrist all of a sudden. He remembered seeing it on the car, the identical electric blue scar on his brother’s wrist but yet to make a comment as he was going to question it for personally, just the two of them later. But he did not expect to be seering it in pair, with Yoongi girlfriend's wrist His breath hitched, his head spinning. God must be fucking joking with this, teeth grind in fret.

Seeing Hoseok’s fervent reaction to the scar you have been trying to hide from everyone, you shy away your wrist, pining it down to your lap in shame. You cursed your careless act, completely forgot the fact that the scar is there and you accidentally fucking showed it to Yoongi’s best friend. Just like a fool, you regret what you have done. Should you have said it sooner? Probably The moment you saw him. The panic, fear and regret was too much to handle as a tear or two escapes your eyes.

“Hyung…” Taehyung whispers, sensing the 180 degree changes in the mood on the table. He is wary and nervous over Hoseok’s missing cheerful persona—in which he has shifted into a dark, serious Hoseok he rarely saw before. “I—I know this is too much to process, but you have to know this is not on our consent. We know how you feel about this. We feel it too, especially about Y/N and Yoongi hyung’s relationship, but we are trying over here. Okay? Please.”

“When did you know?” Hoseok lowly questions, his eyes gazing deep to you and you never feel as scared as you feel right now. Taehyung knows Hoseok is directing the question towards you, and it is not a wise move to do the fight for you, so Taehyung waits for you to answer, ducking his head down in guilt. Inside he is also regretting the fact that he should’ve told Hoseok about all this. There shouldn’t be any awkward encounter like this if he were to execute this better, and you don’t have to feel ashamed of your bond with him. He just thought that Hoseok is your friend too, it would be unfair for him to tell it behind you. But he most definitely did not expect it to go this way.

“Two days after Taehyung got into the accident. At the hospital.” You whispers, your eyes are still trailing on your lap. “I brought him blue lilies. He touched me, and the scar appeared.”

Silence again. “So, it’s been nearly two weeks since then. And you both have been seeing each other behind our backs?”

“No!” Both you and Taehyung simultaneously answer, as one thing Hoseok needs to know is that none of this meant to cheat on Yoongi. “This is just a friendship. Nothing more, oppa. I would never, never cheat on Yoongi. You know it.” Then you feel the abhorring pain in your chest, even if you can’t differentiate whether it’s on you or Taehyung. But you are thoroughly desperate, and your rationality flew out of the window.

“Don’t be stupid, you know it will be never just that. Both of you are fucking soulmates, you are out of your fucking head for each other and there’s no way this can go platonic. Do you understand that?”

You do not answer Hoseok’s curt questions, tears substantially escape your eyes and before you know it, you are crying hard. Internally, you know how correct Hoseok is. It’s quite impossible to keep contacting your soulmate and have a relationship with someone else. “I never meant it to go this way. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt Yoongi. You know how much we love each other from these past five years, oppa. You know when I say I love him, I really mean it.” Another booming pain in your chest, yet you shrug it away.

“I—I know. I’m not accusing you of anything, Y/N. Don’t cry, I don’t want to see you cry.” He sighs, guilt raising on his chest at your rapid tears. Hoseok takes one or two deep breaths to calm himself before continuing.

“Does Yoongi know anything about this?”

“Not yet. I am planning on it soon, though.”

“Okay. I’ll let you do it your own way.” Hoseok nods, clenching his fist together in agony. He knows Yoongi like the back of his hand, and as the most selfless person he has ever met in this lifetime, Hoseok knows that Yoongi would sacrifice everything for yours and Taehyung’s happiness. But what saddens him is that Yoongi is truly, sincerely in love with you, and now he has to lose someone so precious and important for him. Again. Hoseok does not want to be a living witness of Yoongi turning into another soulless body like he has seen before. Sad to say, the relationship you have with Yoongi does bring the best out of him, and he never saw Yoongi could love anyone the way he loves you.

Another thing that you might not be aware of is that Yoongi has been keeping an engagement ring he bought two years ago, ready to pop the question for promising you an eternity together. Hoseok even recalls Yoongi wanting to do it on the night of your five years anniversary before Taehyung’s accident occurred. But how can the universe be so vicious to decide to play with him once more? Hoseok cannot stand the thought of Yoongi being hurt once again—only God knows what would happen by then.

“One suggestion, Y/N.” Hoseok whispers with choked tears, breaking the silence on the table. Both of yours and Taehyung’s eyes find Hoseok’s own, waiting for him to continue.

“When you do break up with him, do it the fast way. Don’t drag him, lead him, or do anything that further hurt him.” Listening to Hoseok, you feel massively hurt, like a bullet to the heart.

“And then let him go. Don’t think of making a friendship with him, at least for a while.” Hoseok’s saddened gaze is looking up to you. You wanted to deny him, telling him that you would rather die than to hurt him, than to be separated from him, that you love him more than anything, but nothing. Nothing comes out of your lips, just a silent nod as an answer.

“That’s the least we can do to him, as I know all of us on this table know how Yoongi is the last person to deserve this kind of thing coming his way.”

After the lunch you had with Hoseok and Taehyung, Hoseok takes you back to the hospital to get your car and head back home. You still can feel the dense air amongst the three of you that you feel like you can slice it and choke it down your throat—how you wish to be able to do it. Hoseok is no longer in his best mood, and when you arrive back at the hospital, you wanted to ask how Taehyung is going back home, but Hoseok quickly meddled before you could voice out your thoughts.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll take Taehyung home. You can go back, now.”

You hesitantly nod, tightening your cardigan against your body, shuffling out of Hoseok’s car. Faintly, you hear Taehyung asking to wait until you safely enter your car, but you choose to not pay more heed to the flutter inside your chest caused by Taehyung’s careful attention. You hate yourself having to admit that if you are in a different circumstance—if you did not meet Yoongi and do not have such a beautiful, fulfilling relationship with him—you feel like you are ready to freefall to this whole soulmate thing to Taehyung.

Your head is already hurting from thinking too much, and you really just want to jump on your bed, watching netflix until your head hurts from too much radiation. Even that would be more convenient rather than the ugly feeling you are having right now. You enter your car, let out a deep sigh and look far away to particularly nothing. Suddenly your phone rings, signaling one new message arrived. You slide your lock screen—which is the picture of you and Yoongi, smiling on top of Tokyo Tower in the trip you had a year ago—yet choosing not to dwell on the sentiment in the picture. You find a voice message from that same person. Your boyfriend.

Yoongi’s warm voice instantly welcomes you. “Y/N, I got a message from Taehyung. Thank you for helping him discharged today. I owe you everything that I really think even a lifetime won’t be enough to repay you. But no worries, I’ll make sure to repay you well, m’kay? Gosh, I knew I should have put a bogus romantic statement there about paying you with my love for my whole life but you know I can’t go there and you understand me. Thank God for that.”

At his romantic statement, you feel a thorn of guilt prickling your stomach. The feeling is so vivid you have to rest your forehead on the steering wheel, holding the tears that are pooling on the corner of your eyes since you are excessively tired of crying. Yoongi loves you, he loves you too much and now you have to hurt him. You have to say that somehow, the universe is mistaken for pairing you with someone else as a soulmate, which ironically is his brother. You never feel like you have betrayed him like this before.

“After I finished this super long and exhausting meeting, can we meet? I’ll go to your apartment. I can’t be too long to stay, though. Have to finish my demo.”

“I also have something to tell you. I don’t know if it is good news or bad news. I just can hope.”

Your eyebrow scrunched at his vague last question, but as far as you concerned, you know his news won’t be as shocking as heartbreaking as what you have to tell him. You really do not know if it is right for you to break him the news at the moment. But as far as your heart goes, you need to tell him today. Or else you will break due to all the guilt and sadness piling up inside your chest. Tonight, you will tell him everything, about how you found Taehyung and somehow the universe got all these soulmate things mixed up. And you swear to yourself that you will do whatever in your power to make Yoongi stay, to convince him that you will do everything to assure him that you are the one he is destined to be with, and you do not want anyone else but him, forever.

“See you, Y/N... I—I love you.”

The message ends, but it does stir something inside you. Hoseok words come around your head once again, and your determination rises. You will be with Yoongi. You want to prove to yourself and everyone that you are your own self, nothing—not even the universe could ever take your choice for you about Yoongi. You love him, he loves you, and you are fighting for that. You just wish Yoongi could see how much you want to fight for him, and stop sacrificing his own happiness for everyone. You know how selfless he can be, and you are fucking scared he would give up on you the moment you tell him. But even so, you will not surrender. You will go wherever he goes, you will love him no matter how keen he is to push you away. So then he can finally be happy too, cause you’d choose him over anyone else.

“That’s the least we can do to him, as I know all of us on this table know how Yoongi is the last person to deserve this kind of thing coming his way.”

The clock has already struck twelve, your roommate is safely sleeping in her own room but Yoongi still has not arrived. You sent him a message, asking if he were still coming or not, but he only replied with a short message of ‘wait for me’ and a wink emoticon. You feel like you are on the edge somehow, the weather is particularly cold that night so you wear your fluffiest sweater and comfiest pants. You are seated in the shared space of the living room, your fingers fidgeting against each other, and your lips are busy repeating the words you have been practicing since the evening. You also think of a possible scenario after breaking the news, already preparing yourself to always hold onto him. Your head is throbbing, your stomach uncomfortable since you have not eaten since that lunch with Taehyung and Hoseok, but you refused to eat. It seems like the nerves bundling in your stomach is acting up, so the thought of putting anything into your stomach is greatly repulsive now.

Suddenly, your phone signaled one new message. You literally jump on your seat, fumble on your steps to take the electronic resting on the desk in front you. You thought it would be Yoongi, but how wrong you were as you read the message laced with concern for your well-being. Of course from your soulmate.

From : Taehyung

Hey, why is my stomach hurting and my head spinning like I just had the worst hangover ever? What happened? Is everything okay? Have you eaten? [00:17]

You wince, completely insensitive to the fact that you actually share a soulmate bond with someone, and that your pain is no longer your own. You feel sorry for Taehyung, but you’re seriously unable to do anything other than waiting for Yoongi to come home, and tell him what’s bothering you these past two weeks.

To : Taehyung

Sorry for that. But I am now waiting for Yoongi to come, I think I should let him know today. [00:19]

It hasn’t been a minute until you heard a beep, signaling a response. Probably from Taehyung. It is.

From : Taehyung

I see [00:19]

I hope everything will be okay. [00:21]

You glumly rest your phone on your desk, heaving a deep breath while diverting your face to the apartment’s ceiling—a habit you sow whenever you want to stop the tears from falling out. What frustrates you the most, you yourself cannot define what okay is to whatever situation you are having right now. You can’t even think anyway your relationship would ever stay the way it is right now. When Yoongi looks at you after you told him, you will never be just his girlfriend. You would also be Taehyung’s soulmate, the universe-chosen one. You can only hope that will not be the case.

Suddenly, in the midst of your inner conflict, a soft knock was heard on the door. You entangle yourself off of the couch, slightly running to your door to find Yoongi behind it with a tired smile attached on his lips. Even with the tiredness shown on his face, he seems content and the moment he sees you standing in front of him, his eyes instantaneously light up and the smile on his face widens. You were a bit hesitant in what to do, but Yoongi spares no second as he quickly pushes himself on you, attaching his body to yours in a deep hug.

“I am so, so glad to see you.” Yoongi whispers, his eyes closing as he savors the sweet scent of rose and freesia on your body—a familiar one, the one he remembers like his own. You held him closer, burying your face on his shoulder. “Y/N, I swear today is the greatest day of my life and I could not tell you how happy I am to finally end this day with you. So many great things happened today, and I just can’t imagine anything would bring me down right now.”

Listening to his words, you find it’s terribly difficult to even breathe. Yoongi just had the best day of his life—he is usually not really the type to speak up on how happy he is—and you are about to crush him with something that not only spoils his day, but probably everything going on in his life. You know that he is handling big projects with the American artist he talked about previously, and you really do not want to make him pay that much for you. And knowing Yoongi, he is the type to hold every emotion within, and you are terrified about what might result from what you are about to tell him.

Noting your silence, Yoongi pulls you inside your apartment, closing the door and leading you to the sofa. You trail behind him and sit when he gestures you to sit. All done in silence, and you really try your best to put on a smile to him, begging him to just buy your acts and do not ask what has been bothering your mind. Or you will burst into heavy tears and hence, ruining the best day of his life.

But Yoongi seems to be too lively to notice your silence, and he continues the story. You are thankful for the nonchalance. “I had this meeting this afternoon. I sent him a couple of demos, and the mixes I did overnight for his songs. He really seems to like it, and I really am not sure how and why, he at that time directly sent me a contract! God, Y/N, you can’t believe how important this is to me and my company as well. This could be the breakthrough we are waiting for forever…”

You smile widely, trying to set aside the conflict inside your mind and jump to hug him. You caress his back, humming in content and pride for the great news from him. “Gosh, I am really, really happy for you, oppa. You deserve this more than anyone, you have such amazing talent and now the world finally gets the opportunity of enjoying your beautiful creation!”

Both of you let go of each other, and Yoongi engulf your hand in his. “I thank you for that too. For being the biggest supporter ever. You deserve the credit, Y/N.” He smiles warmly, his gruff thumb sweeping your cheek in adoration. You hum, slightly leaning your head to his fingers, calmly savoring the moment you share with him.

“Yoongi, can I kiss you?”

By that time, you don’t know but you just feel like you need to kiss him. You are desperate to feel him again, to feel the love you both nurture since five years ago. And on the receiving end, Yoongi doesn't know why you even let out such ridiculous questions, but he doesn’t pay too much heed as he pulls you close, his lips crashing on yours and your eyes lull to close. His lips move and you sense how slow and careful he is with the kiss, like he is not expecting anything other than a taste of your lips. By then, you could not hold the sadness inside your chest, and also your tears back. First tears fall from the corner of your eye, then the second, and it continues until Yoongi tastes the salty liquid and realizes you have been crying.

“Hey, hey, baby.. What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did I do something?” Yoongi held both sides of your face, eyes filled with worry, shock and guilt over your unexpected response. You shake your head, wiping the tears with your sleeve.

“No! I just… I just love you, Yoongi.” You look up to him with glassy eyes of tears. “I don’t want to lose you.” You frustratedly let out a piece of what you have been thinking since two weeks ago, and you let out all remaining tears crash into a loud sob. Even without a context—which is actually the most important information you have been holding from giving to him. Oh God, how you hope you don't have to do such an evil thing.

“Are you kidding? You would not lose me, silly. You—you matter the most to me. Yes, this job might be good and all, but you are the most important thing here. I could be here, doing what I love to do is because of your support. You told me—not only by words, but with your life that I should be whatever I want to be. I really hate myself for not saying it much, but I love you so bad, it’s crazy, Y/N.” Yoongi let out a nervous chuckle, a slight hue of red coloring his supple cheeks. His left hand is reaching for his pocket, fishing for something. You bit your lips, agonizing everything he said. You can’t believe that Yoongi just breathed the sweetest thing ever to existence, yet you hesitate greatly and are unable to let out even a reply.

“I am going to Los Angeles tomorrow. I have to meet the artist, his company, and other boring people to kick off the whole project.” He nibbles on his lips—a habit of his whenever he is nervous. You found yourself silent, unable to reply. You are currently in the state of overwhelmed by every word he said. He is going to fucking Los angeles and how you would ever confess to him about the vibrant blue scar on your wrist is beyond you.

“I’ll be there for two weeks. And while I’m there, can you help keeping this for me?” He asks while offering a small-sized box with a golden wrapper, a small black ribbon stuck on the top. You look closer with curiosity, hesitantly receiving it despite not knowing what to feel about the gift.

Yoongi appears to be quite nervous as he is looking anywhere but you, his teeth scraping his lower lips harshly. “I bought it two years ago. It’s—it’s for you, though.”

You look down at the small wrapped box, as you completely have no idea what Yoongi might buy from two years ago for you, and decided to hide it from you until now. A ridiculous idea passes through your head, but you quickly kick it away for making no sense at all. It can’t be that, right?

“Can I open it now?” You calmly asked, your finger already sitting on top of the ribbon, ready to rip it open.

“No!” Yoongi shouts, a little bit too loud from his usual level tone, and you frown at his tone. Yoongi is aware that now he is just a pile bundle of nerves, and you seriously can't imagine how much he wants to puke from giving that item he has been thinking about for a long time now. But this is not the right time. Yet. He just has to be patient on this. You deserve better than having it disclosed inside your old apartment, with just him wearing the same clothes he wore since yesterday, and he promises you to give the best he could do with his life. He will find the perfect time, the perfect occasion to do just that.

“Sorry. Actually I wanted you to keep it until I go back to Seoul. But it’s okay if you want to open it before then—since it actually belongs to you—but I would love it if I can give it to you again. In just two weeks.”

You raise your eyebrow in pure curiosity. “Why don’t you just save it and give it to me in two weeks?”

“I—I just want you to keep it for now! I know you are such a slob, Y/N, but you can keep this much, right? For me?” Yoongi sassily replies, unable to handle the pressure again. He went to his old, cold way of asking you to stop messing with his head again. Gosh—you are so innocent and insensitive he just wants to squish and protect you and never let you go.

You scrutinize the box, feeling unsure of the thought of keeping it without knowing what it is for two weeks. But you know you will manage, since it is for Yoongi. You can do this much for him. “Okay then. I’ll try.” You hum as an approval.

“Thank God.” He sighs, thrilled that the conversation regarding the gift is over at last. You do notice how thrilled he was at the change of topic, but refuse to comment. It’s probably just Yoongi being Yoongi again. The gift could easily be a scary prank, you thought to yourself, setting the gift on your desk.

“I actually have to go back to my apartment, finish the demo and pack for my morning flight tomorrow.” Yoongi smiles, raising to stand on spot. You are stricken, suddenly nervous at the fact that he is about to leave and there gone your chance at telling him for another two weeks. But really, how can you tell him now? You seriously can’t do this. You can’t. But you have to!

“I bought all these nuggies for you, Y/N. I do hope you enjoy them.” Yoongi chuckles, pointing at the abandoned package filled with cold nuggets on your desk. You smile knowingly, following his step to the door while inside your head is screaming at you to do something.

In front of your door, Yoongi turns to look at you, with the same, wide smile curling on his lips. “Thank you very much, Y/N. For everything. Being here too, thank you for that.”

A strained smile is the only thing you can show him insead. “Be safe on your trip and come back soon, okay?”

Yoongi hums an appreciation nod, and you thought he was just going to walk and leave. But you are proven wrong as he pulls you by the shoulder, smashing his lips to yours. By then, you already lose your composure. You are desperate to forget everything, wanting to just feel him next to you—both of you are moving fast against all odds, your arms circling around his neck, pushing his lips closer to you as he seeks entrance to your mouth. His palms find purchase on your waist, wasting no space between the two of you. You both enjoy the fight for dominance—even if you know you had to reluctantly give in to him.

After a few minutes just feeling each other's lips and touches, both of you let go to take a deep breath you have been desperately missing since the kiss happened. You notice how messy Yoongi’s have become—to your courtesy—so you raise your hand to fix the strands coming out from his hair, and he does exactly the same to you. You both laugh, still slightly breathless from the kiss.

“I’ll miss you.” You voice out first with sincerity and Yoongi’s lips curl into a smile.

“I’ll miss you too. I’ll call you when I’m in the airport, and also when I arrive. Heck, I’ll call you everyday and will let you know everything I’m doing there.” He proudly announces like it’s something very remarkable to do—in which you know it is since Yoongi is not actually the type to do all that. But you just smile and nod, aware that you indeed are very lucky to know and have him as a boyfriend.

“See you soon, Y/N.”

For exactly thirty minutes, you rest your back on the door, your mind is wandering anywhere. You are a moron. An idiot. Not that you still keep up with the lies, you are left with two weeks of insufferable guilt. Not only to Yoongi.

You know how Taehyung is just suffering as you are now. By heart, you know how much he loves you—even only because of the bond you both shared by destiny. He could have gotten anyone, nearly anyone on his arms right now yet he is destined to be with someone that is someone else’s. And you know how much you owe him an explanation right now, but everytime you think about pushing him away, you find yourself scared beyond words and your body reacting fervently like you never felt before.

Sighing in exhaustion, you walk back to the living room to receive your phone back. You find one message unread, and it’s from your Taehyung. You read word by word, your heart pumped harshly all of a sudden until it literally hurts you.

From : Taehyung

I wish you are happy with him [01:29]

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It was around 2am when Night eye reached the thought to be abandoned factory. He didn’t bother breaking into the factory itself, that’s for all of his nemesis’s inventions to be.

No, he went straight for the factory’s warehouse, where he suspected Artem’s living quarters were set up. With a criminal record like that, Night eye doubted Dr. Artem would manage to rent an apartment, civilian disguise or not. There is no way he could change himself without anyone recognising his voice.

He always enjoyed making everyone know he’s there, always so loud, always making sure every single civilian and hero from a five mile radius (it wasn’t a huge city) knew who he was and what was about to go down. Despite being able to perfectly fuse with shadows and darkness in general, he loved being in the spotlight. He thrived on all the people’s terrified faces, the terror in their eyes, knowing exactly what people are thinking, scared for their lives. It’s as if this was just a game for him, some form of entertainment he could watch back to himself on the tv at night. Night eye didn’t mind it that much, if he was being honest. Go ahead, call him selfish and full of himself. He might be a hero but he isn’t just a 100% pure, golden boy everyone thinks him to be. He craved attention more than anything, to be seen and heard and cared for, and if the hero business let him get that while also helping people and saving their lives, well, let’s just say he wont be retiring anytime soon.

“Huh..” weird… nearly all of the windows were open. Either Artem knew he was coming, or he just wanted some air. And as surprising as it might seem, the latter was more believable.

Night eye didn’t say a word about it during their last encounter, but Artem looked like shit. Dark circles hung below his tired eyes, and as much as he was trying to make up for it with his bantering, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was more exhausted than ever. They were both tired.

Maybe it’s better to just go home… it looked like Artem was serious about not wanting to do anything but sleep tonight. Maybe it really was time to take a day off work.

He stood up and stretched, and then, with magnificent grace, slipped and crashed through the window.

He doesn’t know how or why his legs decided this was such a great plan, but there is no going back now. Curse whoever designed this poor excuse of a building!

He landed with a loud and painful thud. He was lucky enough that Artem was not in the room currently, but he suspected a horde of guards might barge in any second now.

Not taking any chances of letting them know what came in through the window, he frantically searched through all the shit that was lying around in this corner of the room. He found a short stack of papers on a desk and a small rock.

He was confused for a second, then looked up from where he found the rock and saw a broken window, very lazily barricaded with a couple of wooden planks and duct tape. An evil genius inventor who fixes windows like this had a certain charm to them, that is no doubt, but he still had very little time before the guards came rushing in.

Night eye made quick work of getting his pen out of his pocket (every superhero had one with themselves for the fans, don’t judge him) and hastily tried to write a few threatening lines on it. He used some of the remaining duct tape from the same desk to carefully attach the note to the rock, and placed it in a decent spot so it looked like a full grown man totally didn’t just make their biggest fuck up in history, but another villain was screwing with them.

He didn’t know if his nemesis had any complications with other villains in town, but his thoughts halted just right then, as a single henchman slowly opened the door and poked their head in, just right after he successfully lunged in a not-so-great-but-will-do-for-now hiding spot. Their eyes settled on the rock, and thankfully not on the small piece of his cape hanging out from his hiding spot, because wow, yeah, Night eye really was getting out of shape.

“Ugh, it’s another one of these!” They shouted as they picked up and held up the rock to show to the person on the other side of the doorway. “Looks like we wont be sleeping anytime soon…” Henchman added. A loud, tired and dramatic sigh was heard as Dr. Artem entered the room.

“Oh come on, this is the seventh one this week! The hell does he want now?” He asked his servant. ‘Him?’ What does he mean by him? So he IS having some complications with another villain! But what complications? Well maybe if you’d stop your stupid internal monologue, you’d hear a damn thing he’s saying!

“I don’t get it, we already gave him what he asked for!” He said with a whine and sighed. “What does this one say?” Artem took a few more steps toward his henchman, already looking frustrated and anxious.

“Hmm… weird,” “Just spit it out already, Lye.” Ordered Artem at his henchman, Lye it seems, “Huh, looks like empty threats to me. Almost fake? I can’t quite put my finger on it.” Lye furrowed his brows. “Fake?” Artem idly wondered as he looked up at the window. What’s with all this brow furrowing? Now Artem is doing it too… What are they thinking about??

Night eye remained still, already not liking how his nemesis was looking at the gigantic hole he made in the window. He started sweating, his heartbeat syncing up with the echoes of the supervillain’s boots on the dusty floor.

It stopped. He stopped.

Somehow that just made it worse.

Maybe it wasn’t the best choice of action to hide behind the flimsiest pile of cardboard boxes.

He could only make out the bastard’s shadow, leaning forward. The silhouette of his head changed, puffed up slightly, indicating that damned, annoying, smug smile of his had just appeared on his face.

As if things couldn’t have gotten worse, Night eye very quickly realized why he was getting more and more worked up. Dr. Artem can manipulate and become shadows. He can see him. He can see him and he’s smiling at him and Night is screwed.

“Well well well, how nice of you to drop in,” He said with a honey covered tone, so sweet and so cold at the same time. And so so awful because that stupid pun nearly made him smile too.

He watched him step out of the wall, out of his own shadow (Which Night eye was still not used to, by the way, it’s quite terrifying) and kneeling down before the now very very embarrassed superhero.

“You know, I was telling the truth back there.” “For once.” Night eye quickly cut in Artem’s word, which he only found amusing. “Yes, well, you see, I have quite a busy schedule ahead, and none of it involves you. For once.” He added the last bit with an evil purr. They were very close. Oh god they were very close and he couldn’t not think about it and this idiot decided this was a good time to be flirting again. Curse him. Curse his evilness and curse his stupid smile and his genius inventions and his well thought out plans and his cute face wHICH WAs very close and- “Now, as much as I like seeing your red, flustered face, I have some very important matters to attend to.” He gave him one last smug look before he stood up. “Another one of your evil schemes for your oh so busy schedule?” He tried for some banter but he was suddenly met with a very tired and serious enemy, and a flat answer. “Sleep.”

With that Artem turned on his heel, all the flirty glances and flustering words vanished, and asked Lye to tie Night eye up and get him in a cell.

No. He wasn’t having any of this. He wasn’t even captured damnit, he had no idea why he just sat there and listened to his enemy’s words without doing a damn thing. He lunged at Lye, the poor boy not even expecting it was quickly knocked out. Night eye made a run for the exit, and while on his way there, he only caught a fleeting glimpse of Dr. Artem through the small hallway, looking back at him with a very tired expression, one hand still on the doorframe, and the quickest, smallest of smiles made its way onto his face. It wasn’t a malicious one, like during their battles, it wasn’t a teasing smirk like the ones in their random flirting fits. It was a small, content, genuine smile.

Yep, that man was really out of it, it seems.

Night eye nearly ran face first into the wall next to the exit door, but thankfully he managed not to embarrass himself even more today.

Maybe they both were.

Night got home around 3am. He sat down at his desk, trying to remember what information he got out of this… interaction. His nemesis has got some beef with another villain, he’s super exhausted, and he better not do that shadow trick ever again because it makes his spine crawl. Plus his hideout is in the old factory and the warehouse. Just like he should’ve suspected but was too dumb to do so.

Well, there goes his good night’s sleep.

He will have to investigate further though, now that he knows where the other lives.

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It was 4:30am.

His back ached, along with his eyes and head.

He had been sitting at his desk for hours, already lost track of time. Just when he thought his headache couldn’t get any worse, his door slowly creaked open. “Sir? I’ve looked through the reports, none of them states Meghan’s activities clearly.” Lye sighed tiredly.

��Ugh, of course that snake would cover up his tracks everywhere…” Artem was at a loss of what to do. Not only was one of the biggest supervillains in town out to get him, but he also had to take care of his nemesis so he wouldn’t get involved.

Meghan and superheroes were a touchy subject. It was all over the news, the day a hero got brutally murdered by a gang of supervillains. Supervillains led by Meghan, of course. If a hero was naive enough, or had a heart of gold, they stood no chance.

He was more than a villain. He was a monster. And he was coming for him.

He knew it was a bad sign when Meghan visited him in jail, tried to kill him right then and there, because it wasn’t a real attempt. It was a warning. Not just any warning, a warning that meant you’ve crossed the line and you’re done for.

As of what line he’d crossed, Artem had no idea. They made a deal, everything was taken care of, and they agreed to go on their separate ways.

But of course, Meghan wanted something else, which Artem could never give him.

Himself.

He doesn’t know if he meant as a henchman, or a lab rat, or whatever else, but he was in danger.

And of course, of fucking course, his little golden boy is too stubborn to take a small break and let things play out between the two evildoers so he doesn’t risk his life.

Artem put down the papers on his desk. He was working all night, reading thorugh every single report he could find, to maybe get an idea about what Meghan was planning for him. With each minute passing, his anxiety got worse and worse, constantly feeling he’s just wasting time until it’s too late. The shaking was getting worse, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think-

Knocking.

Small, faint, knocking.

Lye froze beside him. He slowly got up from his desk, head pounding, heart beating faster than ever. The knocking did not get any louder or quieter. Just the same three low knocks repeating again and again, getting more and more unsettling.

No, no please not now-

The knocking stopped. Everything stopped, the sounds, his own breathing, his cognitive thought process- even time itself. It stopped.

Somehow that just made it worse.

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Oof my boy’s in trouble, hopefully I wont be too cruel in the next chapter.

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Lust: Good Woman - Danny Rayburn x Reader (Bloodline)

...You all knew this one was going last, right?

Obvious Sway tie in is Obvious. Sorry.

Here’s a little Florida Heat for December*

GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: @waytoplantann you are a saint 🙏 I know you have waited so long for this one... 6 months, to be exact. I hope you enjoy! 💙💜 UGH-! SO much of this album is just so perfect for some of Ben’s characters. It just makes me happy I get to use a lot of it on my fics... I mean I could have chosen a whole bunch of songs, but I knew how I wanted this smut to play out - and this song is perfect ❤🙏 Although you won’t have to read ‘Sway’ at all to understand this... I just... I really like writing for them... And, y’know... Anything to fill in what I haven’t before... Things to know before you read: The tattoo to which Danny refers is a Psalm. Hence the joke.

Disclaimer: Bloodline plot / characters / etc not mine / lyrics not mine

Premise: Danny invites you to spend the weekend with him in Keys... and you will do anything to seduce him back to your room...

Words: 11,244

Warnings: Smut (If that wasn’t obvious) / Drinking / Swearing

_________ When you were young, there were some things You had planned out, a map of your dreams If some pull through, and if some fall away I promise to you, this one's gonna stay I'll sway like a tree when you need a change I'll travel the world or stay in one place I'll hold your hand when the storm's at the door 'Cause you got my back and I got yours You've got good love, a good woman Yeah, you've got good love, a good woman If you need my arms to hold you together They'll be right here to hold you forever Sometimes we won't know the road that we'll face But we'll get where we're going even if we're late I'll keep you warm beneath the sheets The weight of the world's got nothing on me...

--- noun

Lust is a psychological force producing intense wanting or longing for an object, or circumstance fulfilling the emotion.

Strong sexual desire

A very powerful feeling of wanting something

Danny strolled down the corridor of your apartment, humming to himself. You hadn’t left for work yet, but you were certainly dressed for it. “Good Morning, baby girl.” You were reading something on your kitchen island, but he watched the way the smirk spread across your face at the sound of his voice. You finished the paragraph and your eyes flicked up to meet his; “Mornin’ Darlin’…” you bit your lip gently; “Did you sleep well?” “…If I had my way, we wouldn’t have slept at all…” He folded his arms and his body followed his head tilt. You shook your head at him; “Shouldn’t try to sleep with me the night before I have an important work event then, should you?” “…TRY. Oh-! I didn’t realise I only tried.” You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh as he sauntered over to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a kiss “It was a good try. You were very persuasive…” “I’m sure I was.” “But-! I do have to go to work…” You tried to pull yourself out of his grip; but he held you there “Danny-!” “No no…” He kisses you again gently; “I have a question baby girl, you can’t leave.” “Oh?” You smiled, reaching up to run a hand through his messy hair in an attempt in vain to neaten it; “…Which is…?”

He growled gently at the sensation of your fingers tangled in his curls again… Last night flooded back to him; the way you always did that… He could feel your nails digging into his biceps again and threatened to shudder. “I’m thinking of going down to the Keys again this weekend. Just make a little bit more. I mean, mom seems okay with it… John’s up for it… I guess they gotta persuade dad… But, what I wanted to ask is if I do go, do you wanna come with me?” You studied his face a little uncertainly; “…You want me to come down to the Keys?” “Yeah. Just… it’ll literally be Friday to Monday – if you need to stay to do work we’ll leave later, and return earlier… I just… Didn’t really want to be alone down there. And… was sure you wouldn’t want to be alone here.” You removed your fingers from his hair and raised an eyebrow, folding your arms to match the way he had seconds earlier; “Uh, if you’re working will I not be alone there?” “Ask your parents to come then… They’d do th-” “God, No. Can’t I have one weekend with my boyfriend where he was raised, alone!?” you smirked “I’m sure I’ll have you to myself at some point, right? Besides, I can busy myself with people I like in the Keys when you’re busy. I can just check you out when you work instead!” You winked and ducked out of his arms, picking up your bag and keys “Baby, I’m there.” You gave him a wink “How can I possibly miss out in watching you rake that beach? Considering how hot you look when you do it?” He had opened his mouth to say something, but he hadn’t got it out yet – figures he wouldn’t actually have protested…! You laughed, closing the door on him. “Later, babe!” “Y/N!!!”

*** You shared the drive down to the Keys in your truck, meaning you could fill the car with your playlist. It was a little unnerving to you how much he could remember; how much he had learned himself. But you were hardly going to complain as you both sang along. Even when belted into a car like this, you also better believe that you were both dancing. He took your hand often as he drove, and it was obvious he didn’t ever want to let go. Danny never did. He always held you like it might be the last time. Like if he dared let you go you would never come back. Obviously that was never going to be a reality as long as you could help it, but it made you wonder how many times it has happened before. Too many. You were willing to bet. Danny had lost too much because it just let go.

He took the truck as costal as he could, loving the feel of that sea air that always called him home. Home was with you now, but it wound its way through the streets of Miami all the same. So that analogy was still correct. Going home with you made it home. Not that it was home anymore... You had navigated out of Miami and it was his turn to lead you to Islamorada.

Sooner than expected you were up on the Overseas Highway and laughing. You both knew you’d made good time. Even with a break. And as Danny slowed the car down to take in the view you leant over and kissed his cheek. Making him chuckle and bite his lip; “Thank you.” “For driving? Baby girl... it’s no problem.” “Well, thank you for a lot of things... but yeah that too.” He pulled your car smoothly into the driveway; “I’d valet it but... I mean, I wanna drive you right up to your door.” “So you want to be my valet?” You smirked to accompany your raised eyebrow. But Danny cracked a grin and didn’t miss it; “Yes M’am!” He sent a wave to Manny and rolled the car around the back of the bungalows. “Aw. Shit.” You turned back to him with a laugh “What?” “Course. I was doing this to make life easier but I didn’t get the keys, did I... Hang on...” he blew out air, “...Well, you’re probably used to this. Just walk real slow!” He leant over to steal a kiss before you could ask what he was on about and opened the door, running for the house. You shook your head, looking after him, and removed the keys from this ignition.

You collected your bags from the back and strolled around to the front of the row of bungalows. But the time you got there he was sprinting out of the back of the house and across the sand, determined to reach the front door before you did. So you slowed down your walk, with a smile, each step taking no less than 5 seconds. Danny hopped up onto the porch with a laugh and placed his hand against the door, holding the keys out to you and trying not to breathe like it had been any more strenuous than an afternoon stroll. You looked around in mock disbelief “Well-! What do you know, I guess you got here before me…” He cracked up; “Well, you know...” he tried to compose himself “She deserves nothing less than the best!” You held his bag out; “Her boyfriend still makes her carry his things though.” For a second he looked disappointed in himself; “Well damn. He’s an idiot.” “Good thing he’s my idiot, really.” “Oh yeah...?” He unlocked the door and slid in “Why is that?” You studied the number carefully. Three?! Wasn’t that the one that consistently had problems? “Because I love him dearly... that’s why...” “Oh believe me, he’s glad of that…” Danny smiled, turning back to you and handing the keys out again; “These are yours.” You took them, “Do I have this one because no one else wanted it?” “What-!?” He placed his hands on his hips “What would make you think that!” “Three’s the one that always breaks, right?” He feigned ignorance “What are you talking about! This is the best one…” “DANNY!” “Okay…! Okay…! There are others available but this one is strategic. See, if there’s any problems I can come and fix them… I’m gonna be on a busy schedule I know that… so, you’re probably only going to get to see me morning or evening. And, because that’s just not fair on you, I bet there’s something broken that might take me a while to sort. And I’d need you here, of course, to tell me exactly what the problem was.” “Oh…” You raised an eyebrow; “You think your parents wouldn’t know your game?” “Hey, if it needs fixing it needs fixing!” He shrugged “Can they stop me from doing my job?!” Danny reached out, taking your wrist and pulling you to him; “Because I don’t think they can… Wouldn’t want bad reviews from you and your family name now… would they?” “Mmm… Guess not…” You murmured against his lips, now millimetres from yours. “Thata girl… you’re catching on…” He closed the non-existent gap. “So, you have until this afternoon to find a problem for me to fix…” He winked “I suggest you get on it.” *** Find problems you did, with Danny watching you with a smirk on his face. You were technically doing all the hard work for him. But he couldn’t help but think it was cute that the pout on your face only served to get bigger as you discovered everything was nearly in working condition. You came out of the bathroom, defeated “The tap, kinda, leaks.” He raised an eyebrow; “And that’s all?” “Yes.” “That’s unusual. I’m sure we’ll find something else… But… I’ll work on that tap.” He checked his watch “Baby girl, I make it lunch time, so let’s go… See if I can’t make us something…” Danny carried you all the way back to the house across the sand dunes; “Just, don’t make me do this when you walk through my raking again, would you?” You couldn’t help but laugh, clinging to his shoulders as he faked dropping you twice. “I SWEAR TO GOD DANNY RAYBURN!” “Swearing-!? To God-!? Blasphemy!” “Oh my God-!” He gasped “You did it again! Straight to hell, I tell ya!” Setting you down on the porch he smiled; “There. Guess I can also ferry you across the sand. How’s that?” “Oh?” You nuzzled against his face, “So what, I should call upon you whenever I need to move? Can I not touch sand now?” “You should call upon me whenever you need to…” He stepped from the dunes to the steps and laced your fingers with his; “Come on, I’ll fix you a drink too…!”

So you spent your lunch time sitting outside, hand in his, legs across his lap. He tried not to clock watch, but he knew he’d have to get up and start working eventually today. It was fairly calm; most guests had gone out for the day and Danny knew they wouldn’t be back until much later. The forecast dictated it to be fairly nice. The boat was also out, meaning he wouldn’t have to take any tours until at the very earliest, the time it got back… He stretched in his chair and looked back across to you; shades on and basking in the afternoon rays. At least that would mean he’d get to be in the vicinity of you today. “You got work to do…?” You indicated to your cell phone; “No… I’m on call. If they need me I can jump on the laptop but they know I’m here with you. I’ve answered an email or two but… I’m sure they can live without me for a few days.” “I bet not. Are you kidding?” He smiled, brushing his fingers across your legs “Lost. That’s what they’ll be.” In truth, he had seen you typing away on your phone as he drove. He would now assume that to be to work, rather than to your friends. You shuffled in your seat to give him more of your skin to touch; making him smirk. “Still can’t resist me, can ya?” You smirked gently yourself, turning your eyes back to him; “I wasn’t ever very good at it, Mr.Rayburn, I fear it’s only got worse!” He chuckled, allowing his fingertips to continue to dance over you in subtle patterns. “I’d say that was a good thing…” “Oh yeah?” You folded your arms; “Why’s that? This gap is agony.” He pushed his chair out a little way and tossed his head; “Get over here and I’ll show you!” You were only too glad to accept that invitation. *** Danny’s alarm was soft but it still woke you. “Nooo...” it was barely even a groan as you buried your face back in your pillow “I need to go...” He kissed your ear gently “Nooooo....” “I’m sorry darlin’....” He kissed your shoulder and attempted to untangle himself from the sheets. You endeavoured to tangle him with your body instead, but it was only half an effort... and he easily escaped your grip, kissing your fingertips; “Baby girl...” he said it softly “The sooner I leave, the sooner you can have me back...” “That’s no true! You’re working...” “Ahh-! But what about when all my jobs are done?” “Oh come on-! They’ll just find more for you to do...” You rolled onto your back to watch him walk into the bathroom, how the strong swimmers’ muscles in his back moved with him. And that twinge in his shoulder, that pained you and him so much, made him reach backward; “Did you bring your meds?” “Mmm hmmm...”

He flicked the light on and you heard him set about cleaning his teeth; “Good news!” He called back “The tap is significantly worse than it was last night-! I’ll come by and quick fix it!” You laughed “Oh yeah, that’s good news-!” He moved back through into the main room, throwing on a t-shirt and changing his pants quickly before picking up his keys and moving around to your side of the bed. As if to prove it to you, he set the orange bottle of pills down on your bedside table, and swallowed one with your glass of water. “Keep them safe for me okay?” “I will...” “Thank you...” He leant over, brushing his hands down your sides as he kissed you, tasting like toothpaste. “Mmmm... just come back...” “I can’t... Baby, I wish I could...” He kissed your forehead “I don’t have time to make breakfast either... you’re gonna be okay, yeah?” You only let his hand leave yours when you had no choice “Yeah...” you rolled onto your side. Though really you were going to be anything but. “Good, sleep a little longer okay?” Danny gave his best warm smile and a wink, “See you later!” With that he opened the door into the already strong sunlight and left you alone.

Your sigh was sorrowful, and you attempted to catch any more dreams in vain. 30 minutes later you were wide awake, and aware that if you didn’t get up you were going to miss the best part of the day. You dressed quick and set about making yourself breakfast, Danny still had you on his healthy straight and narrow. Making you smile gently as you blended ingredients into a smoothie mixture to pour into a mason jar. “Ah, I’m trend setting...” You laughed to no one in particular, and took you drink outside.

You were right, of course, and you had an undisturbed view of the beach and the endless blue sea stretching out before you. But the scenery wasn’t what you were interested in. Instead your eyes were held by the solitary man dragging a rake through the sand dunes. Neatening the beach for the many guests that would peruse it throughout the day.

You would be one of them, of course, but you decided to leave the beach unspoiled this morning and take your walk later, when your boyfriend would be out of sight. But certainly not out of mind... You stood taking slow sips - and couldn’t help but groan at the satisfaction of what you were seeing. Every so often as he stretched for a part of the beach just out of reach, his shirt would ride up exposing the small of his back and his stomach. Good Lord... What would it take for you to drag him back inside…?

He must have realised that someone was watching him as he twisted his body, and his eyes found you. He smirked; of course. And he knew by the look on your face how badly you wanted to pull him back into the bungalow and have your way with him... what this was doing to you. Danny wanted that almost as bad - but there was something oddly satisfying about watching you want what you couldn’t have. He leant on the rake and offered you a casual wave and a slow wink. The way your lips left your straw and you bit your lip - not even gently, but hard, seductive. But also seduced... - had him laughing to himself. Ohhhh.... This kind of teasing was almost better than sex itself. You took a deep breath, making your chest and shoulders rise; Damn, Y/N… you did good. Your boyfriend is hot AF… You shook your head at him, unimpressed – oh, he’d pay for that, and Danny knew it by the way he raised his eyebrows at you. Almost daring you to stalk across that sand and push him onto it. You didn’t – because a) you’d mess up his beautiful work and b) as much as he would plead the opposite, that was what he wanted. And if he was going to make you suffer, he had to suffer too. You sat out on the bungalow porch to watch him finish and set everything else up on the beach. He stood with his hands on his hips to admire all his handywork; before nodding to himself and walking back across to you. “OH! I’m honoured with a visit!” “I forgot a bunch of stuff…” “Oh. Figures…” He kissed your hair as he re-entered the bungalow; “…Sorry, Baby Girl… Oh-! I’m taking the boat out later so… I’ll be gone for a little while. You gonna be okay?” “Yeah, no problems, you got two brothers and an almost brother-in-law I can talk to.” His footsteps were hard across the floor and he swung around the door frame; “What?!” You laughed; “Oh I knew that’d get a reaction.” “John I kinda get, but fucking Kevin?! Really?!” “NO! What-!? Me!? Give me some credit.” Danny shouldered his bag and placed his hands either side of your chair; “I shouldn’t even give you a kiss goodbye for that.” “Surprised you’re not saying you already did.” He sighed gently, narrowing his eyes; “Ah-! She’s unforgiving today.” “You’re leaving me alone…” You pulled him closer by his shirt “That’s not what a good boyfriend would do.” “But at least he’s a working man too…” He took your face in his hands and kissed you; and kept kissing you. “No…No…Danny…” You pulled back, a little breathless “You have to work, go!” His hands lowered back to either side of you; “You’re gonna be here when I get back, yeah? So you can show me exactly what’s wrong with the tap.” “If you need help…” “Wouldn’t go amiss…” He smirked, kissing you once more “…Okay, you’re right. Work. Enjoy your day in the sunshine, baby girl, it’s gonna be nice…” “Oh, I aim to.” He shook his head at you as he waved back, waltzing back across the dunes like he didn’t have a care in the world, even though he had many. “Danny…” You sighed his name to yourself and smiled, wondering why you were bothering with all this back and forth when what both of you wanted was to stay in bed all day – asleep or not. It’d be worth the wait. At least you knew that for sure… *** “HEY!!!” You were coming back from your walk along the beach; slow and down by the water, lost in music but a lot quieter this time; just in case Danny so happened to call you. You liked the way the waves would lap gently over your feet and every so often tug you back; it was playful sure... but you liked the danger behind that calm... as much as you liked the feeling that maybe if you went with it, it could carry you anywhere in the world you wanted to go... Only with him... though... I’d only want to go with him... When you looked up it wasn’t Danny calling you, in fact it was Marco. Standing a little way up the beach and waving. Danny’s hard work looked like it’d already been broken in. Shame, though, all that effort... still; if you got to watch him work it (like a boss!) you didn’t see the harm. You waved enthusiastically back and wandered up to him; “Hey! Marco! It’s great to see you!!!” “And you! Hermanita!” You raised an eyebrow “Little sister? You got a reason for calling me that?” “Aw c’mon... you’re smaller, younger, I’m practically married to Meg... You’re practically married...” he stopped at the look on your face “You act like it! Look I haven’t interacted with Danny all that much, okay, but I know a wholesome relationship when I see it... you two have something real. It’s nice to see... so yeah, Hermanita... maybe one day in law.” You laughed; “Okay, maybe I’ll let it stick - shouldn’t you be working?” “I, uh, yeah maybe - but it’s Friday afternoon and we clocked out early. Meg is here... John will be here soon - enjoy my company! Why don’t ya! Where’s your boy...?” You looked around, “Your guess will be better than mine, detective...” “Oh, he’s working?” “Yeah.” “No vacation – well, I guess for you it is! Heck, if he’s gonna leave you alone then you really should come hang-!”

When you got inside John, indeed, was already there; “Hey!!! Y/N!!! Amazing! I didn’t realise you were down - you literally just missed Danny. And to think he didn’t say anything?!” He got up and hugged you; “It’s good to see you, girl, how have you been?” “Oh. Busy... when isn’t Miami busy...! But good, thank you!” You returned the hug and then hugged Meg. “Miami girl! We should put the music on and turn it waaaay way up tonight.” Then she gasped “Oh my god, why don’t we get Danny and Mom cooking and have like a family thing - huh? I’m game.” “Woah, don’t get too far ahead of the first drink!!” John meandered around to the back of the restaurant bar “Y/N - what’ll you have?” You sat on one of the bar stools and told him your order; “Nice! Well, don’t hold back-!” He grinned, pouring it for you; “She’s dating Danny, that is the ultimate in not holding back.” “I’ll drink to that.” John slid it over to you, even with the roll of your eyes you were still smiling at the exchange, and you all clinked glasses.

So for the next few hours you were all story swapping on what everyone had been up to since you’d last all been in a room together, possibly a few months back now. There was a good level of banter between the four of you, and you gave as good as you got. And Marco’s nickname did indeed stick without ever being questioned by the other two. You’d always known what John saw you as for Danny. You guessed every time he saw his older brother John would just pray that was still the case. Of course, with you and Marco able to converse in Spanish the other two quickly realised that some of the best banter was that they couldn’t understand, at the way you both laughed louder. “Oh come on guys! That’s not fair!” You almost couldn’t breathe for laughing; “Maybe not, but it is freakin’ hilarious!”

Time flew, and before you knew it it was hours later - and Danny came back into the restaurant; “Y/N!” And every single one of them watched the way your face lit up, and the tone of your voice, as you turned to see him; “Danny!!” You motioned him over but he jerked his head back outside; “C’mon, let’s get this leak fixed...” You suddenly remembered that you did indeed have a leaky tap; “...Oh yeah...” you were a little quiet as you turned to the other three “I’ll see you later!” “Uh huh! Oh- Danny!!” He was already out the door, and you had to almost run to keep up, but you heard his disembodied voice call back “Yeah-!?” “You up for preparing dinner tonight with mom-!?” There was a loud sigh; “As if I didn’t have enough fucking work!!” “Was that a yes?!” John couldn’t help but laugh “I’ll think about it - alright!” By the time he’d replied you were to him “Alright, let’s go...”

Danny let you walk in ahead of him and closed the door behind you. Your body was almost tingling with nervous anticipation. Surely this wasn’t just about the tap - surly he’d found time to make this work for both of you. “You look nice...” he eyed your sundress, “It’s pretty...” You looked down to it “Oh... thank you...” You wondered if that was some undisclosed command for you to take it off. But he moved straight through into the bathroom, flicking the light on; “Did you notice it get any worse?” “No...” “Then we should be okay with a famous Danny quick fix whilst we’re here... then someone should call actual maintenance...” You placed your hands on your hips for a second, “You... you mean you actually came here to fix the tap?” “Yeah I had a spare five minutes...” He unravelled a tiny tool kit and set to work “Oh.” “Oh?” Then he chuckled “Oh I get it... you thought we were gonna pick up where we left off...” he shook his head, but you could see that smirk “... Naughty girl. No. You said you wanted to spend some time with me though, so here’s your time. Spend it wisely.” “Well I was gonna!” You refuted his nickname though “I told you I’m working.” “Well, what do you need me for?!” “Your bungalow, your problem. Thought you’d wanna see me fix it.” You sunk onto the bed, half in disbelief; “I kinda hoped you’d fix something else...” “Not right now. And it looks like we’re getting roped into the family dinner. So, you don’t even get me to yourself tonight. How awful.” “Danny!!!” You whined as he grabbed another tool “I can’t do anything about it baby girl, I can’t say no..! Because John will suggest it to mom. And if I say I want a romantic dinner date with you - I’ll be asked to invite you...” He straightened to check something, “and if I say alone, I’ll get my arm twisted about it being family... so, we’re done. Tonight is out.” Your sigh was exasperated - and all too soon you heard him run the water; “Danny quick fix, done!” “WHAT?!” “I told you - quick. Go break something else, and hope we don’t ask you to pay for damages!” He winked across at you, “Would you like to check it yourself?” “No.” You pouted and folded your arms, he turned it off and gathered his things, crouching beside you; “Now come on baby girl, don’t be like that...” He brushed your hair out of your face and attempted to kiss your pout away; of course, he succeeded. But he wasn’t having any of it when you attempted to pull him on top of you by his shirt. “No.” “Danny—!” “No. I cant.” “But you’re here anyway.” “But I’ve got other things to do... baby...” he kissed you again and worked your fingers away from tangling in his shirt “I love you. So much. Truly I do. And if I could stay and have you every way I fucking wanted, I would. But I can’t...” he kept your hand in his “believe me, I’m aching for you right now but I just can’t do it. They’re keeping too close watch on me.” You opened your mouth and everything in you wanted to protest, but you knew you’d never get anywhere. They were his family, and Danny cared too much about that to essentially say Fuck it. *** The evening was nice enough, the way that he would constantly steal glances at you whilst he was cooking, how he’d slip his arms around your waist and kiss you as he moved about the kitchen to find ingredients. Good but not enough. Nowhere near enough. Eventually Danny tugged you over to help him out, so that he could constantly touch you, but... that didn’t help anything, it only made that longing to take each other’s clothes off even worse. At dinner he (obviously) refused to sit anywhere but next to you, and he kept his hand on your thigh the entire evening. Every so often he’d increase the pressure or he’d slip his hand an inch or so further up, and by the end of that you wanted to scream at him to just do something... but no. Why you weren’t sure; maybe he didn’t think you could control yourself. Or that he wouldn’t be able to control himself... The both of you volunteered to wash and dry up - apparently in silence - but there was a hell of a lot unspoken between you, because now he refused to put his hands anywhere near you. Maybe because pushing you up against a kitchen counter wasn’t a good idea when his family was here. So by the time you sat down with them all again it was not only late, but all you wanted to do was cuddle with him. But that wasn’t easy... so you just stayed as close to him as possible. Luckily for you, eventually his arm wound around you and he pulled you closer. You watched the way his father’s jaw tightened but he said nothing. No matter what, there would always be your parent’s friendship and apparent reputation, that meant Robert wouldn’t approve of this. (As if that was the only reason.) By the time you said goodbye to them and crossed the sand together you knew he was exhausted. “We can...” “Babe, look at you...” you shook your head and kissed him “If you have to be up that early again, I...” you ran your fingers through his hair “You need to rest if you’re gonna do your job the best you can.” “Oh!” He chuckled “Like you won’t be the same tomorrow?” “Trust me, I’m gonna spend as much time as I can trying to find something else for you to fix!” He grinned, leaning in for another kiss “I’m down with that...”

So again his alarm went off early, and this time he was almost disappointed that you let him slip through your fingers like that; “Surprised you’re not going to beg me to stay...” “You’re going to simply tell me you can’t...” “Aw, sometimes I like it when you whine...” You rolled your eyes at him and continued to watch him get ready. You knew he was at least in the mood for games, by the way he dressed slowly. Walking around without a shirt on for far longer than necessary. So eventually you groaned and gave him what he wanted. So he flashed you that smirk and stood gazing at you for a minute; his eyes skimmed down your body and he bit his lip with a hum; “Do you know how damn sexy you are?” “Danny...” “Fuck... Y/N...” “Don’t...” “Oh, damn do I wanna...” There was a weird juxtaposition in his actions; pulling his vest top over his head, he clambered back onto the bed and pressed himself into you; “Danny...” Now that’s how he wanted you to say his name “Go on, baby girl...” he kissed your neck, “Say it again...” “Danny...!” There was a little bit more of a mewl to that one. How much you wanted him, how much you needed him. His hand slipped under the sheets. Fingers grazing along your hips above your underwear and this time you whined again. Please... for the love of God... Daniel Rayburn... There was something slightly seductive to his chuckle “That’s it baby girl, don’t stop...” You realised he’d chosen those words specifically; because you wanted to say them to him. His lips grazed across yours as he moved to the other side of your neck, and his fingers ran an inch lower. “Danny-!” So loud it echoed; even though he still wasn’t touching you he was so close and you were so desperate. But he knew you wanted it too much, and why give if he couldn’t receive? Danny’s fingers moved again and he hovered - and it was agony, you would take anything right now; even accidental. This teasing was no longer fair, if it was ever fair to begin with. You whined again; just in case that was what he wanted. But instead he pulled back. And you didn’t think you’d ever been so mad at him. “What the Fu-! Will you just FINISH what you STARTED?!” He laughed - a full force beautiful laugh - at you, of course. “If only you knew how sexy you are mad at me.” Mad wasn’t the only thing you were of course and he knew that “Mad and turned on... you’re so red... but so fucking hot...” That only caused you to flush more and he bent down again to kiss you; “Now I gotta go... no doubt I’ll be seeing you later.” “DANNY!” “And paying for it-!” He chucked again - giving you one last kiss before he rolled off the bed, picked up his bag, turned to you with a wink; “Later, gorgeous.” And walked out the door “DANIEL RAYBURN YOU GET BACK HERE!!!!” All you heard for the next five minutes was the sound of his laugh carrying on the wind.

*** So you spent your morning sunbathing, slightly grumpy, slightly turned on. Danny passed you often, but as unpredictable as he usually was, his routine today was the most obvious thing you’d ever seen him do. If he had to tour people, he’d take them passed where you were sunbathing. Finding this was the perfect place to stop and explain things... and when he was getting the boat ready, he would walk slow as he put one thing on the boat at a time, instead of taking it all at once. By that was okay; you got to admire all of him. But you noticed you weren’t the only one doing the staring; and how his eyes ran over you; even when he was walking back to the boat he’d turn around, just to look at you for a little longer. True; you might on purpose be sunbathing stretched out like you were to expose as much of your body to him as possible, and you might have chosen the most revealing bikini you could. But still classy. You were his. HIS not this other series of boys (and they were - out here looking like college spring breakers...) that kept passing by you. That was why Danny had to stop, of course because he saw them too.

But he watched you whilst packing the boat up too; checking inventory in the stacked boxes on the pier... He bit his lip, “Fuck this...” only he couldn’t. He had to work, “Why-!? Fuck having to work!!” Danny blew out a breath to calm himself down. He’d much rather stalk over to you on the beach, pin you down on that sunbed and love on you instead - whether the rest of the beach was present or not. He hummed, enjoying the thought at least...

He was just about ready to go; standing at the end of the pier where he’d asked the participants to meet him... and taking his time to once again drink you in. He liked watching you talk to the other guests; and occasionally to his mom. The way you smiled - and the way he knew, by which smile was on your face, when you were talking about him. Maybe you were telling them you were together... maybe you were just simply telling them you had a boyfriend... or that Danny would be your recommended go to for asking questions, or going on these boat trips. Whatever it was, when he saw you smile like that, he really didn’t care.

What Danny did love; and make him almost smirk at as he watched you, was seeing the initial around your neck glint in the sun. Even if you didn’t directly refer to him as your other half, the ‘D’ around your neck should lead to them putting two and two together. And he loved it; because it could make him possessive of you without him outwardly showing it. Which, honestly, he never really did. Boys tended to back off when they saw him anyway - because he didn’t look like someone you’d mess with. So he never had to say you were with him. And you chose to wear that necklace. What’s more, you chose to never take it off. The next shadow to pass over you was, yet again, Danny’s. This time he did look completely ready to go. You pushed your shades back up into your hair; “Oh, you really are leaving me this time…” “ …‘Fraid so.” “For good?” “On a boat babe, yeah. Good riddance.” You smacked his thigh, causing him to wince; “Now, that was just uncalled for.” “I hope you get a nice red mark-!” “I’ll show you nice red marks-” That caused you to hit him again “Gezz-! OW! Y/N! I get it!” He held out his mobile “Look after this.” “What? Why?” “Because…! What if I lose it!” “What if you need help!?” “You think a cell phone is going to work in the middle of the ocean? C’mon!” You shot him a look and he took a step back, “What if your other love affair texts you?” “I don’t…” he narrowed his eyes at you, “You’re one to talk.” “No I told you, I don’t text any of my love affairs…” “Damn, what the hell am I?” “I hope you ask yourself that often, I do…” You grinned and looked at his mobile, still unlocked “Well you’ve been doing something…” “Taking pictures.” You stared at it for a minute and then looked slowly back to him, “…I’m your phone background!?!?!” “Of course you are…! Why?!” “Awww-! Danny!” You look back at the picture, of both of you, down somewhere on the Miami strip. You could barely remember it being taken, but it was sweet. You liked it. “…Don’t make me feel bad.” “What-!?” “…Oh… You’re just…” “I’M NOT YOUR BACKGROUND!?!” He sounded appropriately outraged; “No!” “Who the hell is!?” “No one…” You brought it up – he recognized the sunset view over the ocean immediately, as someone who’d seen that exact view with you before. “Oh. Well I understand that you think I can’t live up to that but… honestly!” “You can live up to the sunset! I just didn’t realize we were doing that!” “What?!” he cried in anguish again, causing people who hadn’t turned to see what the fuss was about to do so now; “Danny-! Stop it! I’m sorry!” “Sorry!?” You knew your cheeks were red by now; “You’re causing a scene.” “Damn right!” He placed his hands on his hips as you looked to him apologetically “I’m not your phone background!? You’re unbelievable!”

** When you saw the boat on the horizon line you wriggled back into your sun dress and pushed your shades into your hair, collecting your things together. By the time you were finished it was back moored in the pier and excited families were disembarking. Danny was left behind to clear away, but you loved seeing them all say thank you, and how kind his smile back was. You walked over to him slowly, arms folded; admiring the way his wetsuit still stuck to him and the way his hair darkened in the salt water. You should have gone with him.

“Hey!” His smile was nearly as bright as the sunshine as he turned towards you, and you could tell he’d had a good time; “Baby girl, how’s your day going...?” You stepped a little closer, with a smile “Good... thank you... how was the trip?” “Incredible..!” The way Danny looked compelled you to close that gap, to run your fingers through his still wet hair; he looked great. How could you resist that? He let you do it; even though his smile was amused- and he said softly “Babe... I’m at work…” You scoffed, like him giving a lecture of unprofessionalism here would be as well placed as the kind of thing you were used to hearing coming out of his mouth at Viva Caputa – how he would reproach Javi for spending a few extra minutes outside with Amanda; “And you! Stop making out with your girl in the parking lot! It’s SO unprofessional-! You’d never catch me doing that!” with a cheeky wink that made Javi punch his arm. Still, to appease him you took a step back, with a sweet smile; “I know...and there’s still a leak please take a look.” “Really?” He raised an eyebrow, “There is one, or you made one.” “Is one.” There wasn’t but what the hell, he didn’t have to know that. “Okay...” he sighed, “Doesn’t surprise me. Obviously my little broken bungalow joke backfired. Let me get dressed and I’ll come over and check it okay..?” “Okay...” This time he gathered you to him, running his lips over yours quickly “I’ll just put this stuff away, go wait for me alright?” You nodded; a little disbelieving that this might actually work. And couldn’t help smirking as you turned away from him to walk down the pier.

I’m gonna get what I want Daniel Rayburn. If it kills you. *** He turned up about 20 minutes later, dressed, with a tool kit and his bag slung over his shoulder – his hair by now was dry, and he’d slid his own shades into it. “I’ve got so much to do… But okay, fine, I’ll take a look.” You stood in the doorway, in your sundress biting your lip through your smile. The sunlight was hitting him just right, as it had when he’d walked across the sand – fixing you with that look, because he damn well knew what was coming the second he got here, the playful fight you’d been having for nearly 2 straight days. But you focused back on what the light was doing now, hitting his eyes and his skin just-so… His freckles were on full display and that just made you smile even more; you wondered if you’d get to see more of them once you got to taking his clothes off… It was seductive, he’d give you that – everything from the way you were looking at him to the way you were standing. Danny sighed, and repeated his favourite phrase; “I got work to do.” But he leant in and kissed you, “So let me take a look, but I can’t stay…” He dropped his things to one side and flicked on the bathroom light scanning around for anything that looked broken purposefully… or just broken… Then wondered if he was looking in the wrong place and turned to look at the kitchen. Also intact. He turned back to you; the way your arms stretched across the doorframe like that. He traced his eyes back over your body with a I-just-figured-it-all-out hum. “…I think you’re alright.” “Don’t you think you should check again…?” You took a couple of steps inside and shut the door behind you. Yes. Definitely baring him in. He smiled – your attempts to get him to stay were just all too cute. He had to give you credit for that. Danny turned back, and flexed his muscles out to give you something to look at (not that you weren’t already looking) his eyes flicked around the bathroom for a minute, and he raised an eyebrow. Nothing looked particularly wrong with it. His quick fix from the day before seemed to be in place still, you weren’t fooling him there. “Y/N… I mean… I really don’t see what the problem is---” Danny let out a gentle gasp as your hands ran up his chest – how your body pressed into his back… Your lips on his neck; “Maybe there isn’t anything wrong…” “I’m supposed to be working…” This time that attempted excuse sounded futile, “Your family doesn’t know there’s nothing wrong, do they baby…” “What are you trying to…” He groaned again as your hands made their way under his shirt – and every so often your nails would gently scrape his skin. Danny thought to earlier in the day, and even to the day previous; the way you’d watched him rake the beach – you’d called it sexy before and he had no doubt you meant it – how you’d stood in the doorway of the bungalow yesterday morning in that dress that clung to you in all the ways Danny liked, your arms folded and biting your lip – those gorgeous eyes of yours filled with longing, how you’d run your eyes over him the way he usually did you as he walked over to help with the fix… And you’d barred the door the second he said he only had five minutes… He had to bite back another groan as his thoughts flicked to the way you’d been sunbathing and pretending you didn’t have a slight pout as he took the first boat out for the day. Well, now he wanted to kiss every inch of your skin the way the sun had. “…I’m still convinced that tattoo of yours is ironic…” His voice was at a nice raspy growl, as if the rush of heat pooling in your stomach didn’t already feel good enough. “Now…” You bit down gently on his neck, causing him to shiver and groan again “…Why would you say something like that.” “…Well here you are again… Sinning…” “Maybe I’m just not a good little Southern Catholic Girl, Danny…” “You need confessional for sure…” “Oh… No… My secrets are between you, me, and the sheets…” “Oh? Are they now…?” he chuckled “Any sheets in particular…” You removed your hands from his shirt and began to relieve him of his button up; “Right now? These ones…” You ran your hands up his back over his vest top and across his shoulders; still so careful of his left; “Which ones?” There was a distinct shake in his voice, and you knew he wouldn’t leave now… You had him right where you wanted him. You pulled his right hand so he turned to face you and then gathered his left to the opening of your dress in encouragement. Leading him backwards towards the bed. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you leant into another kiss. Hands back up his shirt, you could feel his heartbeat – it was clear he didn’t need any more persuading to get into bed with you. His hands pushed your dress off your shoulders and he continued the walk backwards towards the bed. Danny, Danny…! And you say you don’t have time… You broke the kiss momentarily to push his shirt over his head. Forgetting his shades, which clattered to the floor. Danny didn’t even look back at them, instead growling and claiming your lips again; and as he kissed down your neck; “If they’re broken, you’re paying for them.” “Ha-! Like that’s the first thing you care about.” You pulled him again and you hit the sheets, and it wasn’t long before his weight was on you either. There’s something about him that is protecting; it’s a weight you want – a warmth you want, that you know you’ll never be able to get enough of. “I’ll have you know,” he stated, with a wink “those shades are very important!” He placed his hands either side of you and surveyed your body for a minute, and you watched the way he smiled, and the way his eyes changed; “What?” You traced your hands up his arms, shoulders, neck and into his curls – you could feel the tackiness left behind by the waves, and bit your lip gently as Danny raised his eyes back to yours; “Sometimes I just like to think…” “About what?” Danny gave something akin to a shrug “How beautiful you are…” he breathed it, like he was revealing an intimate secret, and he leant slowly into the next kiss as you continued to tangle your fingers in his hair. “I love you.” “You don’t need to tell me that…” He kissed the side of your face, and then pressed one into your shoulder for good measure before he sat back, pinning your legs down with his own. There was a cheeky bite to his lip this time and he rubbed his hands together. “Y/N… Y/N… Y/N… Now you’re just making this too easy for me!” The giggle rose in your chest, by the look on his face alone. “Didn’t want you thinking you could get out of it by making it too hard, Danny.” “Heh, who’d wanna leave…?” He leant forward, his fingers pulling gently at the strings of your bikini. One side and then the other – “Not even double bows? Bad girl, this is far too easy…” He moved up your body and kissed you again as he pulled at your top; “I like to keep it simple…” You whispered against his lips, winding your arms around him again as he slid the fabric from between you. “I dunno, I like a challenge…” You hummed at the travel of his fingertips down your abdomen and across your hips. He chuckled, removing your final item of clothing; “…And I’m more than willing to give you one…” You weren’t sure you wanted to hear that or not, moving your hand to the waistband of his pants as he balanced himself back on his hands to watch you; this time when he bent to kiss you it was to place his lips on every inch of skin that he could. And Danny was right; he wasn’t going to make it easy for you to remove his clothes. Apparently you hadn’t done enough hard work just getting him here; “Danny-!” The problem was with the elation he was making you feel just by the way he was kissing you – not to mention the way he was touching you – is that you couldn’t sound mad. So what he did instead was close the gap between you; and the grind of his hips into yours wasn’t subtle at all. It was a loud gasp; followed by a whine that he paid for by the way your nails raked across his skin. But he liked that, so he did it again. “DANNY!” Your cry was louder and more urgent. Heck, he already knew how bad you had it, all he was intent on doing was dragging that out as long as possible. “Please…” He nearly broke at that alone, he at least groaned at an audible level. There was a need in that word that reverberated through you and into him. So as he created enough of a gap – whilst still kissing your skin, for you to undo his pants – his hand joined yours to assist. Which almost made you smirk and did make you lean up to kiss his neck; he couldn’t resist either – both of you needed this, whether for the same reason or not. With all clothing safely nestled on the floor Danny allowed you to wrap around him, and sighed at the feel of your body against his. You’d been sunbathing all day, and although you’d been inside now for a little while the warmth hadn’t let left your skin. And he enjoyed that feeling against his own – the tingle of sunlight that had covered you was now covering him. The ocean air gently washing over you left the taste of salt on every part of you he was kissing. And that, mixed with your scent and the sound of your euphoria was heaven. He snaked his hand gently between you again as he let you kiss him. He imagined he’d be a little cooler, having been out in open water for so long; but maybe he’d taste the same to you – the salt coming directly from the sea itself. Danny caressed you, it wasn’t rough – and he traced the same lines over and over – like even committing you to memory wouldn’t be enough for him. Like you had to be burned into his very soul. Eventually his fingertips trailed low enough for you to give a shudder of anticipation – and there was a sensual curiosity in his eyes; “How long have you been waiting for this?” Your skin tingled as the feel of his breathing; “It’s all mixed up now. Since we arrived?! At least since yesterday – Danny---!” You knew he was stalling. For some reason he wanted to keep you on the edge of this and not tip you. But why not? He always liked the way you sounded when he did. Danny noticed the way your nails were now digging into his arm, and he ran his index finger a little lower until you gasped; the sharp intake of breath made you close your eyes. “Y/N. Let my arm go.” “Danny-!” “Let me go.” You wouldn’t have been stopping him, but he didn’t feel like he needed you to guide him where you wanted him to be. Danny had a pretty good measure of that. You released your grip but didn’t let him go completely, opting instead to wind your arms and legs around him. He didn’t wait nearly as long as you expected him too, and as his fingers brushed against you – your body gave a lurch, pressing up into his. Which was a bad idea all around, because it increased his pressure on your sweet-spot. “D----ny--!” It was barely his name, breathless. Your eyes shut as your body shuddered. Tsk. She wants me so bad… Danny shook his head with a smirk and ran his fingers lower. SO bad… FUCK! Your legs tightened around his, and you moaned at the feel of his fingertips as he ran them back. “Danny-!” He chuckled; “I’d ask why you didn’t say something… but I know you did…” His lips found your neck again, this time his kisses were a little rougher – and he grazed his teeth over your sun-kissed skin. “But if I’d even assumed you wanted me this bad? Then baby girl, you would have had me yesterday…” You wondered if it was that bad – waiting for this. Afterall, there was nothing he could possibly do wrong now; everything would fulfil what you wanted from him. Your body did all it could to create points of contact between you and him as he circled you. They were slow and lazy circles; as if he was doing nothing but passing the time of day – and his lips eventually fell back on yours. The kisses were just as lazy; sweet and sinful as what he was doing to you – you became locked in a slow and passionate makeout session you had no intention of stopping. And neither did he. Danny switched positions; allowing his thumb to brush against you in delicately sketched circular motions as he moved his fingers inside you. He didn’t need to wait for one at a time with you like this. And the moan you let out against his mouth was exquisite. “Say my name…” Not that you hadn’t enough, he just liked to hear the way it rolled off your lips when you were like this… “Danny…” He couldn’t help but chuckle; “Good girl…” his kisses moved from your lips to your throat as his free hand travelled your body. His skin was smooth against yours; if he’d bothered having a 5 minute shower before he came over it was going to be a waste of time – if he hadn’t, you were both going to need one… But again he was affording you touches just where you wanted them – like he was so in tune with your body and your mind that it was instinctive – he knew exactly where to go. It only built you up more; you weren’t sure your high could get any higher, but apparently it could. And you’d given up caring to be quiet. He’d done this to you – he could pay for it, if people were around. And Danny could tell, by the breaths you were taking and the fact that your whining was incoherent, that if he wasn’t careful he’d push you too far. No no, baby girl, not yet… Where would be the fun in finishing you so early anyway? So he slowed down – and you realised this. “Danny-!” oh, yes, he liked how whiney that was, “You think I’d finish you that quick?” He smirked “No… Y/N… don’t misunderstand me here, you waited a long time for me… Wouldn’t it be equally more fun for you if I dragged this out as long as I could, hm?” Not really, you didn’t like being on the edge like this knowing full well that he was going to let no one but himself control this “Danny, please.” Although, that was more frustrated begging than pleading with him, and he wasn’t sure he liked that tone from you all that much. “No.” Danny forced you back, removing his fingers from you he pinned your hands above your head to another sharp whine. His lips were back on yours before you could make any verbal protests and when he was sure you were still on that high level (but maybe a little less mad) he let you go to have your fingers tangle in his hair. Danny’s hands worked back down your body, pulling your legs around his – he held your hips steady. Fine. He wants it that way. You gasp into the kiss was warranted; as was the tone of your voice at your next call of his name. He groaned gently as he moved in you, adjusting his weight distribution around your body. “…God… Y/N…” Now it was your name in that breathless, sighing, voice he got on occasion. You knew it, he was just as desperate for this as you were. He needed this, like respite from his family. And you’d allow him to wrap that all up in you. You ran your hands into his hair, framing his face, until he opened those gorgeous blue eyes to you. He took a deep breath, because he needed to, and kissed you gently again. “I know…” You whispered against his lips “Danny I know…” You sighed again, against the gentle rock of his hips into yours – how he fit you perfectly. “…Danny…” You continued to tangle your fingers in his hair; keeping your eyes on his. You knew what was happening, how you breathed in unison, this was so familiar now. He knew you so well, but he gave you so much to know him just the same. His body might as well have been yours. And yours his. But every sigh was quiet now. And his movement, every one of which you met, threading your legs with his, relaxed, tender. This was love. This was what love was. And you’d never loved anyone the way you loved him. And although your focus was him, those ocean blue eyes, this room, his breath, the way his sweat began to glisten on his skin, the deeper he pushed into you and every brush of contact between your skin. You realised that there was another rhythm all together happening outside. Just audible over the soft sounds you were both eliciting. Waves. Despite everything that had happened in the lead up to this, this was romance. And that backing track you were making love to was romantic enough to almost make you laugh. “What…?” “Listen to that…” There was a strange silence for a minute, but you knew he’d focused on it by the way he smiled. “Oh…” Then he pressed his tongue to his cheek “There’s nothing stopping us from moving this outside…” You pulled him to you to trap him there, maybe a little too rough, and you both moaned at the feel of the motion. “D-Don’t do that again.” His voice was strained, but you were panting; “Then… don’t say something so stupid!” “Oh-!” He laughed, untangling himself from you again, but now close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin; “…It would be my fault…” You couldn’t help but smile as you pulled him back into a kiss, arms looped around his neck “… At least you know it…” Soon enough he let his body melt back into yours – and this time he matched the motion of the waves for himself – running his hands over your body. “…You’re… so beautiful…” “Danny…” “Y/N…” His kisses were delicate as they too, trailed over your skin and he breathed your name that way. Sex was always good with him; this was a man who knew more than just what he was doing. Sometimes you wished you’d moved slower – to savour moments where he didn’t know all of you yet. But how could you think such a way when he was loving you like this? It was soft and beautiful – and getting him as close to you like this, and alone, truly alone; meant more to you than anything else in the world. And more than you could ever express. You caught those clear blue eyes of his; “…You’re beautiful…” *** Even with him this close and holding you tight you could tell there was strain on his shoulder. And the way he was trying to politely ignore it. Wrapping yourself around him didn’t necessarily alleviate the situation either; in the attempt to take his body weight off his shoulders - especially that left one... But he winced. And it was visible even though he tried not to make it so. And you didn’t want to put him in pain in the effort to make love to you, so you pushed him gently - with enough force that he tumbled into the sheets instead of hitting them, you now on top of him; “Y/N...” Danny whispered it; maybe a little in confusion. But you pressed a tender kiss to his lips to silence him. “Baby, let me take care of you... it’s okay...” you took his hands in yours - again as delicately as possible, and made sure to position yourselves comfortably as you guided him to your hips; “Danny, baby, tell me what you want...” He opened his mouth but as you moved like that, rolling your hips over his, all that escaped was a groan; “Y/N... I...” You smirked gently; “It’s okay... Danny... I got ya...” “Y/N…” “Hush…” You dipped to brush your lips to his, not enough, by the whine he gave you. Danny, whining? That was a nice change. You liked that. But to suit the current mood, you wouldn’t be telling him that right now. Running your hands up his chest you built back into the gentle rhythm he’d started; and in dragging your fingertips back down you let your nails elicit a growl from him; and this time his body rose to meet yours. Seemed like you’d done more than just flipped him over. You couldn’t hide that smirk; and the look in his eyes told you nothing more than to enjoy it. Moving his hands from your hips he pulled them up your spine as far as he could make them reach – and for a moment he held you there, doing nothing but watching you. Even loving him slow didn’t mean you didn’t know when you were close though. And you took your hands in his and placed them back on your hips, threading your fingers with his. “Danny…” He knew the way you breathed then, and the feel of you. That moment was something he was used to, yes, but not something he ever adequately prepared for. And you knew by the dig of his own nails into your hips and the way he ground into you that you would finish together. He growled again to try and fight it, but you weren’t going to let him get away with that and you pushed against him a little harder; “FUCK-!” He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut; “I hate you.” “…In your dreams, Danny Rayburn…” you were panting again, “There’s only one way you get to finish me…” Those eyes of his opened and fixed on yours; that bright blue darkened as much as it highlighted in the euphoria you were both on the edge of. For a moment that blue became the only thing that didn’t blur as your body received a shot that hit like fireworks. Oxytocin… Endorphins… You breathed out heavily and almost giggled to yourself. Which was soon joined by the laugh rising in his chest. “What? What’s so funny?” – if he was going to tell you he was laughing at your laughing… “Nothing…” “Oh, I can already take bets on your little brain stage biology class.” “…You started it…” You leant back over his body to claim his lips; and his arms wound around you. “Well. Endorphins are good for you!” He grinned “Don’t get me started on oxytocin.” “I’m sure that’s all you remember from high school biology.” “Yeah well. It’s the only bit that mattered…” Danny ran his hands through your hair, and could feel your heartbeat against his skin, and the gentle shiver running over your skin as your high unwound itself; “…I love you… You know that, right?” “...Why wouldn’t I?” “I’m sorry I made you wait…” You shook your head, that was nothing to be sorry for. You knew he had to work, no matter how bad you wanted him. “Oh trust me…” You cuddled into him, closing your eyes “It was more than just worth the wait…” *** You lay in his arms in the gentle silence, the sound of the waves gently rolling in the background far more prominent now. Your fingertips caressed his skin as he ran his own over your shoulders; tracing unfathomable patterns. It was so familiar, so comfortable, that nothing could possibly make you want to be anywhere but here. Either of you. He chuckled gently “Well. Guess I must have fixed one hell of a leak...!” You shook your head gently and kissed his chest; “Well... I won’t deny you fixed something...” Danny at least made out that he agreed with that. “Guess I should stay...” “Oh?” You teased, and began to trail your kisses down his stomach; “You mean you don’t have other jobs to do?” “Kickin’ me out of bed, baby girl...?”

He ran a hand gently through your hair; with a groan as you continued to run your kisses lower; “No...” you murmured into his skin, “why would I want a thing like that? I only just got you here!” “That’s my job... looking after you…” “Oh, you’ve done your job....” You pulled your body over Danny’s, your kisses now on his hips. “...Now let me look after you, babe...”

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Sanders Behavioral Health, Chapter 4: Mother Logan

three hours bouta be gone

discord for only the truest Lads. gender dont matter- Astro’s Zone

Three hours.

Fifteen minutes.

Another hour.

Another break.

And so on and so forth, until it was exactly 8:45 p.m. and Logan would get ready for bed, and when 9:00 came around he would ideally be sleeping, no electronic devices in sight.

It was the perfect schedule for a weekend of study. And Logan sure did need it, he was only a couple months ahead in the curriculum, which was a month less than where he should be right now.

But just as Logan sat down to start, his phone chimed. Logan was 100% prepared to ignore it, but the voice told him he had to pick it up. The metaphorical voice, of course. Now that he knew how to identify it, he knew it was either his OCD or anxiety, and oftentimes both.

Logan stared at the book in front of him, not moving in the slightest. He knew it was stupid, he didn’t have to check anything. But, he could still anxiety rushing through his body.

He picked up the phone and went through his texts, feeling relief almost instantaneously.

FamILY!

{ We should all hang out today!!! }

[ Wait whend the chat name change ]

| like last night roman where were you |

[ Sleeping??? ]

| sleep? who’s she never heard of her |

[ And going back to Patton i am free today ]

{ Yay!!!! }

| my parents are gonna force me to do homework if I don’t, so sure |

{ !!!! }

{ Logan? }

{ We can see you’re online!! }

( I’m afraid I am busy today. I’m studying. )

{ I thought you were ahead in the class?? }

( Yes, I am. But I am not where I want to be. )

{ Aw, Logan!! You should take time to not overwork yourself!!! }

( I do. And I was under the impression that you were busy this weekend. )

[ And i oop- ]

| i can’t believe roman’s a vsco girl |

[ sksksksk ]

| that wasn’t an invitation. |

{ I am for most of the day!! I was thinking we could have a sleepover!!!! ^-^ }

| wait so i do have to do my homework? |

| i’m willing to do it if it means i get to punch roman when he acts like a vsco girl again |

[ Id like to see you try ]

{ I would very much prefer there to be no punching, but it’s great to see you’re both in!!! }

{ And Logan? }

( ... )

( I suppose I can think about it. )

{ OMG YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! }

{ We have the whole famILY :3!!! }

| huh I thought roman would’ve had something to say about that. |

{ I do have some bad news though ;-; }

{ My parents are repainting our living room and don’t wanna risk anyone messing it up :( }

{ So I was wondering if either of you were willing to host? Not Logan because he’s still considering it }

| ugh i should’ve been more picky about it and I wouldn't have to go through this |

| well my room’s too messy and it’d take more than the day to clean |

{ Well, Roman??? }

{ Roman?????????? }

[ Wait what ]

[ Sorry one of my posters fell down and i had to fix it ]

[ Lemme read through the chat ]

| lmao |

[ … ]

[ asdkfldsaihateyouvirgildksfl i suppose i can do it ]

| hey i see that |

[ My parents are out for the weekend so yea ]

{ !!!! YAY!!!!!! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! }

-- --

Logan’s anxiety was yelling at him once more, telling him he needed to put the phone down. Ever compliant to the voice, he put it in a drawer under the desk. A little unnecessary, sure, but it made him feel better.

Logan shook his head, the voice driving into him once more. He was off-schedule! That’s 10 minutes of studying, wasted . He was certainly going to fail, all it would take was one set off his system and he’d get addicted to the freedom it promised.

He took out his pencil, and arranged the books around him to be exactly how he wanted. If it wasn’t, it would be unbalanced, and that certainly wouldn’t do.

Because everyone knows you can’t study unless you have a perfect workspace.

Right?

Logan was outside his house, door in front of his face. He huffed.

His parents had kicked him out for a couple hours, telling him he had to go outside for once instead of staying holed up in his study room.

They didn’t get it.

They didn’t get why it was wrong .

According to them, Ramona Steers, a staff from Sanders, had told them all the ins and outs of what they needed to help Logan get better, and that making him go outside was one of them.

Originally, they said he’d have to be out for 5 hours, but once he told them about the sleepover situation, they had agreed to take an hour off.

So, he was going to a sleepover, he had 4 hours outside, $100 to spend as he wished, and nowhere to go.

Logan walked into the popular local café, The Lolapad, known for it’s fantastic drinks, welcoming aesthetic, and it’s kind owner, Lola Adams.

Lilo was at the counter today, alongside her coworker… Patton?! Logan narrowed his eyes, Patton had never talked about a job, and Logan was a frequent visitor to The Lolapad. Logan knew he had to question him about it.

Well, once he got through this excruciatingly long line, anyway.

The only downside to The Lolapad was its popularity. With it being this early in the morning, it was full of daytime workers preparing for the long day ahead of them. Logan sighed.

He admired the decorations. The floor was a deep blue, to mimic water. The tables were designed like lilypads, and the chairs had a flower pattern. The walls were purple, with painted vines crawling up in some corners of the room.

The ceiling decor was the most impressive, though. Soft, blue lights and glass hung on wires from the ceiling, almost like bubbles flying towards the sky. There was no competition that would ever pass The Lolapad, at least not anywhere nearby.

He recognized a few students lounging in chairs, mostly consisting of the upbeat, extroverted club members.

And, if he was right, one Vanessa Cordill, with her boyfriend, Jace Lendell.

God, he despised Vanessa. She had been a huge bully in the past, only stopping after he stopped reacting to it. Logan hardly had anything to do in class, having learned all of this in his own time, and his teachers would yell at him the moment he picked up a book to study ahead of the curriculum. So, seeing what his classmates were doing was the only interesting option.

And oh, Logan saw .

He was never one for gossip, but he remembered so many things.

And most of it had to do with Vanessa.

Like that time she had snuck a gun into the bag of the boy beside her- Victor Jackson. Victor was taller, and larger, and had a mean-looking face. For anyone who got to know him, though, he was very sweet, and hated hurting people.

Victor was expelled the next day.

Logan had, of course, defended Victor. But Vanessa was convincing, lying her way through her nice girl act until the principal was convinced.

So, Logan did what he did best. He collected evidence. And, once he felt as though he had enough, he would report her.

But until then, he was forced to stand by and watch as Vanessa got to do whatever she wanted.

She was like a villain out of a bad movie, or a crappy fanfiction.

“Oh, Logan!” Patton’s voice dragged him out of his thoughts. Logan was at the front of the line, apparently. “I didn’t expect to see you here!”

“Neither did I,” he responded. “When did you start working here?”

“Oh, no, I don’t usually work here! Jessalyn asked me to replace her today, well, she asked last week- so I’m working here for a couple hours! Lola was okay with it, she’s really nice y’know? And-”

“Are you getting paid?” Logan asked. It would be rather selfish of Jessalyn to keep all of the money, at least in his opinion.

Patton shook his head. “Nuh-uh. But I’m okay with it though! I like helping people. Now, what can I get ya?”

Logan found himself on a swing at an empty park. He had finished his drink, and was now letting himself go back, and forth, back, and forth. He wasn’t the biggest fan of attempting to do anything… potentially dangerous, but he found softly letting himself go back and forth was a good way to collect his thoughts.

The birds chirped in the background as the sun shone above him. Everything was as it should be, but he couldn’t stay too long at the risk of getting a sunburn.

He heard a text come in, and he pulled out his phone.

FamILY!

{ If your son gets burnt by the sun, is it a sonburn? }

-- --

Logan smiled slightly as the replies came in from his friends, all exclamations of distaste as Patton sent a plethora of emojis, that mostly being-

Oh.

Wait.

His friends .

…

Hm.

Not that he was against that, of course, but the immediate reaction of calling them his friends was, well, a little unnerving. He had always been the quiet one, and had a few friends in the past, though they had all moved away to other towns or cities or whatever . He didn’t care.

And if his new friends did the same, he would be okay with that. Yes, he would definitely be okay with that. If they cared, they would contact him, and if they didn’t, he was okay with that. There was no use fighting it, after all that would only give him more time to study.

As it should be.

He put his phone away, no use replying, as he had already agreed to go to their sleepover.

He heard giggling from behind him. He was brought back to the real world, only to find that he had slowed to a stop. Logan turned his head around.

There stood a small being, maybe 6-7 years old, and definitely a child. He had a light brown mop of hair on his head, and donned a red-black-green coat and tiara. He stood to face… it.

“Hi! I’m Adrian!” the kid said, stuttering over the ‘r’. “What’s- did you just get done from a- a-

‘businesses’ meeting or somethin?”

Logan looked down at himself. He wasn’t even wearing a tie today… he had a simple black button-up shirt, and jeans. What about this screamed ‘professional’?

“No,” was all he said in response.

“Are you- are you gonna go to a businesses meeting?”

“No. I’m still in high school.” At this, the miniature human named Adrian grinned, and he could practically see the metaphorical sparkles.

“That’s so cool! I’m only in firs’ grade, but Mommy says I’m gonna be 7 in-” Adrian started counting on his fingers. “15 months!”

“What… do you mean 15 days?” he asked, it was either that or 15 weeks. Adrian nodded excitedly. What he was excited for, Logan couldn’t tell.

“YEAH! I’m gonna be so smart!” Adrian boasted, causing Logan to smile slightly. “Do you wanna come play wif me?”

“I- er-” he was cut off as the 6-year-old grabbed his hand and tugged him along towards a large willow tree.

“I’m gonna show you my friend- her name is Joy! She has two dads, isn’t that so cool! Some people make funs of her for it- but I find it cool! She’s really funny, there she is!” He pointed towards a girl, presumably 6 as well, in a princess costume, and very red hair.

“JOY! I FOUNDS US A FRIEND FOR OUR TEA PARTY!” hold on, tea party ?!

“It’s Princess Joy now,” the girl stated, surprisingly strict for someone so small. “Who is he?”

“Dis is Logan!” Adrian said, adding in a whispered, “he’s a buisnesses man”

“Hold on-” Logan tried. He suddenly found the purple princess in front of him, eyebrow raised. Was he about to get judged by a child?

“Hmm,” Joy said, looking him up and down before nodding. “He may stay.”

She turned around and strutted back to where she was sitting before. She dusted off her skirt before plopping down on the ground, gesturing for them to sit near her.

“We don’t have an actual table, so we gotta pretend.” Adrian whispered to him before skipping over and sitting near Joy. Logan reluctantly joined them.

“Princess Adrian, may you please pour the tea?” Joy instructed. Adrian nodded, miming the actions of pouring.

“Princess?”

“Yes, Peasant Logan,” Logan jerked his head back, this kid - “Princess is longer than prince so’s it’s better than a prince. Princess Adrian and me are both princesses.”

“Prince and princess are equal titles.” Logan said. Joy actually looked offended .

“Impossible.”

“Yeah!” Adrian chimed in, sitting himself down in his spot. “Everyone knows that.”

“But-”

“Princess Adrian! That’s rude, Logan’s a peasant so he didn’t know.” Joy said, taking a ‘sip’ of imaginary tea.

“Oh! Sorrys Logan.” Adrian’s voice lowered, and if Logan was right he was on the verge of tears?

“Er… It’s okay Adri- Princess Adrian.”

Adrian brightened. “YAAAY!” he cheered, getting up and bouncing around him. Logan didn’t know what to do-

“That is not princess behavior, Princess Adrian.” Joy said, turning up her nose. Adrian looked confused.

“It isn’t?”

“Princesses are more quiet. I’m 7, so I know better.”

“I’m 17,” Logan cut in. Joy turned to him.

“And? You’re still a peasant, Logan. I don’t makes the rules,” Joy put her cup of tea down. “I only knows them.”

Logan was about to respond, when-

“Woah, hey what’s going on here?” another voice said. Turning around, Logan saw Roman enter their little… area behind the leaves. He sighed.

Adrian gasped from beside him, nearly tripping over his feet in order to get to Roman. He peered up at him.

“Are yous a prince?” He asked, practically vibrating where he stood. Roman scoffed.

“Of course I am, I’m Prince Roman! I just lost my crown.” Roman announced. Adrian glanced at Joy, who nodded, causing Adrian to smile.

“I’m Princess Adrian! That’s,” he turned back around to point at Joy and Logan. “Princess Joy and Peasant Logan.” Roman, the bastard, hid his giggles behind his hand. Logan glared.

“Peasant Logan didn’t knows that princesses are higher than princes cause princess is longer. That’s true, right?” He asked, dragging Roman along to sit with them. Roman looked at Logan, smug.

“Of course! It’s common knowledge! For shame, Logan!” Roman exclaimed as he sat.

“For shame!” Adrian repeated. Logan groaned, shoving his face into his hands. This is not how he thought his day would go.

He felt a small hand pat his knee, and he looked up to see Joy looking at him with a sympathetic frown.

“It’s okay, Logan. Not all of us can be royalty.” She said, before returning to her princess persona and commanding, “Princess Adrian, would you may please pour Prince Roman some tea?”

Adrian nodded, standing up and dashing around the ‘table’ to give Roman his… ‘tea’.

“Thank you, Princess Adrian, I am forever in your debt.” Roman mock bowed from his sitting position. Adrian giggled before returning to Joy.

“Once we are done with our tea, we shall help you find your crown, Prince Roman.” Joy said before taking another sip.

“Of course. Thank you, Your Highness,” Roman faked taking a sip of his tea. “I must say, this tea is quite delicious! I commend your skills, Princess Joy.”

Joy preened at the praise, resituating the tiara on her head. “Thank you, Prince Roman. It is greatly appra- appre- appreciated.”

Minutes of his free time went by as they all mimed sipping tea and making small talk. Well, all except Logan. That quickly changed once Joy prompted him to start drinking, with Adrian and Roman piping up in agreement. Begrudgingly, Logan followed through.

Eventually, Joy stood up and announced that they had all finished their tea, and had to search for Roman’s crown. Logan argued that Roman’s crown didn’t exist. Joy said he was just a peasant and didn’t know what he was talking about. That shut Logan up pretty quick.

So, he was dragged around on the search for a crown he was certain didn’t exist. Joy separated them into teams, Roman and Joy on one, Logan and Adrian on the other. She said her reasoning was ‘one to search and one to protect’, with both her and Adrian on the search side.

Logan silently followed Adrian around as he set out to find it, looking in the places it couldn’t even be at times.

“Logan!” Adrian whispered, tugging on his sleeve. “Logan look! Issa bunny.”

And it was. A cream colored rabbit was frozen staring at them, ready to move at any sudden movement. Hm, that reminded him of Virgil… or was that rude?

He watched as Adrian slowly crept up on the rabbit. Logan looked around to find Joy and Roman. He saw Joy’s bright purple dress… in a tree? Roman was right next to her, carefully following to catch her if she fell while she was searching the tree.

He turned once more to Adrian, only to find him cuddling the bunny. Odd… if it were wild, it would have bolted the moment he came too close, so this one must be socialized. He walked towards Adrian and the rabbit.

Adrian smiled at him as he approached.

“I named him Jerry!” Adrian whispered, extending the rabbit towards Logan. “Wanna pet ‘im?”

Logan reached out to Jerry, only to jump back when it tried to bite him.

“Bad Jerry! Don’t bite people!” Adrian reprimanded the animal, as if it were a dog and not a clearly aggressive rabbit.

Well, at least when they brought it over to the other two it attempted to bite them, so at least it wasn’t exclusively Logan. It seemed to only like Adrian, to Adrian’s delight and Joy’s distaste. They were quickly corralled into a game of House by Joy, the quest for Roman’s crown forgotten.

Joy claimed herself as the father, saying, “I have two dads so I have to be the dad!”. Both Roman and Adrian nodded in agreement at her claim. She pointed to Logan.

“You shall be the mom!”

“ What- ”

“You act like a mom so you are a mom.” She cut him off, turning to Adrian and Roman for confirmation. They both agreed, Roman looking amused at Logan’s sneer.

“I’ll be the kid!” Adrian announced. Joy nodded and pointed to Roman.

“You can be the dog! Because you remind me of the golden dogs.” She said. Logan would’ve laughed if he hadn’t been put in a worse situation. Roman nodded, looking determined.

“Woof,” was all he said. Joy nodded once more.

“Perfect.”

—

So Logan found himself playing a game of House, something he hadn’t done in years . He interacted as little as they would let him, dear god if another student came and saw him like this, he wouldn’t survive.

He ended up there for far longer than he had wanted, a total of 6 hours since he was kicked out. Yet he was reluctant to leave, he knew it would break the kids hearts if he did.

He was finally freed from his metaphorical prison when a voice called,

“Adrian! Come on, we gotta drop off Joy at her dads’ house!” A woman called. Logan glanced at Adrian.

“Is that your mom?” he asked. Adrian nodded, turning to the two older men. He gave them both hugs, first Logan, then Roman. He even gave Roman his tiara, saying he was sorry they couldn’t find his crown, and he had more tiaras at home. He turned as Joy stood up and they both sprinted towards Adrian’s mom, well, only after Adrian had picked up Jerry.

Both of the remaining boys watched, amused, as Adrian seemed to argue with his mother before she gave up and let Jerry in the car. Before Adrian got in the car, though, he turned to the boys.

“Bye-bye Logan! Bye-bye Prince Roman!” he shouted, before disappearing into the car.

“So,” Roman started, and Logan mentally prepared to be poked fun at.

“See you at my house in a couple hours?” Logan blinked, once, twice, before he realized that he wasn’t being made fun of for playing with children for several hours. Well, he supposed that made sense, as Roman had done the same.

“Uh… sure.” Was all he said before making his way back home.

—

Logan was stressed, to say the least, when he got home. His parents were happy that he stayed out for longer than they had offered, but all Logan’s mind would acknowledge was that he went off schedule. He was going to be so behind, this is why you don’t go off schedule, Logan! You get looped into it, and you’ll never get out of it.

He dedicated the rest of his free time to studying.

As it should be.

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𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 ; 𝗿&𝗯

date; 3.3.2020 time; 8pm (los angeles) - 4am (berlin) notes; mostly just soft stuff. also @jlxngz mentions b/c 😏

@brendonisms

brendon

the hotel was cold. despite the large, fluffy comforter burying his tired limbs and the slumbering athlete beside him, the emptiness had still managed to follow him overseas. the endless glasses of jameson did little to remedy this, though he was pouring himself yet another as the familiar ringing filled the quiet room. "hey, you." once rami's features were coming into view, brendon was slouching ever so slightly against his pillow, the lamp on his bedside table the only thing warding off the darkness. "sorry if i'm-" a yawn punctuated the statement, despite the fact that he felt awake as ever. "-ugly right now. jet lag's a bitch.." a tired smile littered his features. "how are you? what time is it there?"

rami

he'd had his own brand of restless nights as of late -- prior to his rehab, he's struggled to fall asleep in he first place. now, he couldn't seem to stay asleep, try as he might, and many hours were wasted laying in bed, willing the sleep to return. it meant that his sleeping schedule was highly irregular and his days were sprinkled with sporadic naps here and there to make up for time lost during the night. stretched out in bed despite the early hour, rami's curls were a wild mess that he hadn't considered fixing before noticing them on his screen after brendon picked up. his eyes narrowed at his own reflection but a smile was quick to follow at the singer's languid greeting, his attention darting from the top corner of the screen to settle on brendon's sleepy features. "you're never ugly, just stupid," he corrected him gently. the lighting was a bit better on his end, given the time, which he had to turn his head to look at the bedside clock to confirm. "seven-ish.. only slept three hours last night though, so i'm pretty out of it," he answered in a low tone. "good otherwise, though... lonely, but you knew that." another soft, upward twitch of his lips and a quick inhale. "how's berlin? s'late there... party too hard?" his tone was light and genial -- anything but judgmental.

brendon

"just stupid. right." rolling his eyes fondly, brendon took in what he could from the screen, everything from those tired eyes to messy curls. though several weeks had passed, the polynesian frequently found himself dwelling on emerald orbs and unexpected confessions, and though rami had admitted to seeking help, the incessant worry seemed too stubborn to give him rest. fortunately, with the actor in his view, it was quieting down. "only three?" thick eyebrows raising at the admission, he was sure to keep his tone non-accusatory as he asked, "why haven't you been sleeping?" the mention of partying was bringing another roll to his eyes, though a smile was soon following. "berlin's.. lit. really lit. practically had to carry j home the first night." eyes momentarily tearing away from the screen, he eyed the slumbering brit before meeting rami's gaze. "jesse, i mean. lingard. the footballer."

rami

each eyeroll just made rami grow a little fonder, and for a moment, he loathed how far away berlin was from LA. "dunno.. trying my hardest, but the brain just doesn't seem to want to be quiet for too long. it's alright, i've been catchin' cat naps here n' there, i'm surviving." an eyebrow quirked at the nickname, and when brendon elaborated, rami couldn't stop the look of disapproval that marred his otherwise happy expression. a grunt came tumbling forth, married with an eyeroll of his own. "jesse? ugh. you'll find better company a the bottom of a barrel of dead fish," he groaned. despite his harsh words, there was something about the way he said it -- and perhaps even the hint of a smirk that danced across his lips -- that indicated his annoyance wasn't fully hostile in nature. "let me know if he dies along the way, i'll be happy to arrange his funeral."

brendon

not incredibly pleased with the explanation, though under the impression that surviving was as good of an answer he could hope for, brendon forced the remainder of his light interrogation down for another time. this became easier as rami's reaction to the footballer fed through the screen. muffling his laughter behind a clenched fist, the polynesian took a moment to catch his breath and ensure he wouldn't dissolve into a louder fit of chuckles before responding. "i always forget how much you guys don't like each other." though, the same could be said about himself and the footballer as well. "it's funny because you're pretty much 'twinning' in every possible way." restless as ever, he fingered at his glass of whiskey before taking a swig, letting the silence wash over him as he sorted his thoughts. "i dunno'.. just didn't wanna' be in la anymore, i guess." the added explanation incredibly delayed, he wouldn't be surprised if the actor struggled to keep up. "tired of my house.. starting to get tired of the studio. just needed a change of pace for a bit."

rami

"fuck, perish the thought," rami grumbled in response to their apparent 'twinning'. "he's dumber than a horse's ass, and about as cute as one, too." a sideways glance to the glowing screen of his phone showed off the full-blown grin that now rested over his look of irritation. it faded a bit at the silence that passed between them, comfortable as it was -- but then brendon was speaking again, and rami had to pause a moment to follow his train of thought. "ah.." he muttered gently, nodding his head. "i get that... shit, i've run off to other countries twice now just 'cause i couldn't stand another moment wherever i was at the time." there was another beat of quiet, and then rami was adding in a hushed voice, "just ah, don't disappear for a year, like i did, okay? n' if you're ever sick of home, you're more than welcome to stay at mine... sami's gone, so i've decided to reopen it to the public."

brendon

“really?” the statement taken by surprise, brendon’s curiosity had gotten control of the reigns. the egyptian’s mental health had only fallen on his radar recently, and the topic frequently found its way into his endlessly running train of thoughts when mornings were quiet or worries especially loud. “i won’t disappear.. i promise.. zack would kill me.” the musician’s manager had gotten so skilled at reigning him in over the years, it made impulsivity in the wake of looming commitments less likely. “where did you go?” fully aware he was toeing the line, brendon gently nudged on. “like.. when you disappeared?”

rami

".. argentina, for the long stint. it was after joe n' i finished filming the pacific.." he shook his head, closing his eyes while his brow knitted as the ghostly remains of all those complex emotions were recalled to the forefront of his mind. "got it in my head that it'd help with my.. issues.. didn't, obviously, and i ended up back in LA and moved in with my brother. the other time, it was to thailand, for a couple weeks. hid out in the jungle in a little bungalow till i felt better. so.. like i said, i get it."

brendon

“all the way to thailand?” the hypocrisy so painfully loud it was hard to ignore, brendon was hesitating. the similarity between the situations suddenly made the remaining liquid in his glass seem like a sliver, though he resisted the urge to pour himself more, already considerably inebriated. “and.. did you feel better?” by the look of things, apparently not, though brendon asked anyway.

rami

"not particularly. but i knew a few people would be getting worried, so i crawled back to face their wrath. it sucked.. probably wouldn't do it again, at least i don't think i would, but you never can tell with these things." he looked back to brendon, lip pinched between his teeth for a moment before he went on. "i'd at least make sure to tell the one's that'd miss me before i went, i suppose that's the biggest difference between then and now. it was a panic thing... left with nothing but my dog and the clothes on my back, didn't so much as tell a soul where i was." rami smiled gently, almost sadly. "so at least i'm talking to you now, huh?"

brendon

the whole prospect seemed ludicrous. the polynesian had had his fair share of benders to date, though nearly all of them involved another unlucky soul he’d lasso’d into doing his bidding. he’d never been good at being alone which probably explained why the idea seemed so far fetched as a result. “yeah.. no falling off the grid unless you’re getting help.” the hypocrisy leaving a bad taste in his mouth, he was taking another, longer swig from his glass and letting the burn take over his senses. “are you.. gonna’ be hanging around la indefinitely then?” using a ringed finger to trace the rim of his glass, his gaze periodically flickered to the half-empty bottle across the room. “when you’re not sexing up captain marvel, you should.. come over.” any company was better than nothing at that point. “i have penny this month and word on the street is she misses a certain someone so.. mi casa su casa and shit.”

rami

rami's gaze followed the glass as it was lifted to brendon's lips, and he couldn't help the mild twitch of concern in his expression. "roger roger, corporal," he agreed softly, dragging a hand over his face. "mm? oh... for a while, at least. sold the place in new york, didn't uh.. didn't want to see the inside of that apartment again, as you can imagine. thinking about finding a different one instead, but i don't know. don't really have anything keeping me there anymore... it'd just be a stand-in for the occasional hotel room.." a gentle smile spread across his lips at brendon's offer, shaking his head at the thinly veiled analogy for i miss you. "thanks, bren. i will." before he could continue, a naked paw came from the bottom of the frame, toes spread as it stretched to pap him carefully at the corner of his lips. rami made a face, kissing the cat's paw before gently pushing it away with his free hand. "you gonna be back by this weekend, you think?"

brendon

"should be back by this weekend, yeah." should being the keyword. brendon knew he couldn't avoid la forever, especially what awaited him within, but every day spent away seemed to alleviate the symptoms that had been eating away at him since the new year. "i'm heading to seoul for a night or two-" or three. "-might extend my stay if it's especially litty, but i'm pretty sure it's cold as shit over there too, so." he shrugged, already fed up with berlin's frigid climate two days in. "probably will end up missing the city sooner than planned." the weather, at the very least. "so.." no inclined to linger on the topic of his own flighty behavior, he was bringing another swallowed question to light. "..how long have you and brie been an item?" curiosity mostly fueled this. "i know you mentioned being friends for years, but i never knew there was an us."

rami

"oh yeah? that'll be fun. keep warm wherever you end up and for however long, then... my little marshmallow." he added the last bit with a knowing smirk, nestling back and nodding his head as the conversation moved elsewhere. a topic that he really hadn't talked about with anyone, at least not in any great detail... he tended to be a private person, but that dynamic understandably had to change when it came to partners. which... neither brie nor brendon had agreed to such a label, and rami wouldn't be one to push it, but once there were feelings involved, he was more inclined to be forthcoming about equally important relationships. "well.. not long, actually. first week or two of january this year, she'd just broken up with her girlfriend and i went over to offer comfort.. ended up being a bit more than the usual brand, clearly." he shrugged. "normally wouldn't want to end up a rebound like that, but there was a lot more going on beneath the surface.. things we said to one another while it was still innocent. plus, i thought it was going to be the last chance i had--" he cut himself off, his train of thought completely derailing as his brain caught up to his mouth and realized where he'd been headed. no need to bring that up now, it was done and past, and brendon had suffered enough anxiety at his expense already. "... so i just went with it."

brendon

though he only just recently became aware of the actor and actress' relationship status, it wasn't as if it were a huge surprise. his attraction towards the pair were like two halves of the same coin, though the musician was more emotionally devoted to one side than the other. the dance his fingers had been doing with his now-empty glass was coming to a stop as he set it aside and he instead busied himself with a loose string on the end of his long-sleeved tee, rami's words washing over him. "yeah?" he'd murmured following the brief monologue, catching the unfinished sentence though choosing not to acknowledge it. "well.. i'm happy you two are happy." as tiredly as he'd said it, it was true. all the polynesian seemed to want these days were his loved ones general well-being, despite their determination for the opposite. his eyes were instinctively flickering towards the slumbering athlete beside him as the thought fluttered from his mind, and the heaviness was returning in his chest, though he didn't voice this either. "life's too short for what-ifs. second-guessing is so 2019."

rami

a quick, well-intentioned smile was thrown in brendon's direction, but rami couldn't help but feel that something was amiss. "yeah," he agreed quietly, having noticed the shift in brendon's attention. the musician's words floated around his mind for a few moments before he sucked in a gentle breath, doing his best to not let the concern he felt show on his face. "are you happy?" he let the question hang in the air for a few seconds before adding, "i know we've been... well, we were pretty focused on me and my... troubles for a while, but... this impromptu getaway, this need to get out of LA.. you alright? there something you wanna talk about?"

brendon

he'd just about tugged an entire sliver of loose threading from his sleeve when rami's question was dancing from his device, though he waited a few extra beats before choosing to respond. "i'm not.. unhappy." his emotions a feat too complex for even himself to tackle on a normal day, brendon was adding a shrug before shaking his head. "just tired of the city." it wasn't a lie. every day spent in the warm, humid stuffiness that was los angeles seemed to drive the musician closer and closer to madness, though he couldn't pinpoint why -- or simply refused to. "don't worry about me. i'm not.." worth it. "..gonna' vanish or anything. just needed a change of scenery." the lies that'd seep from between his teeth had no taste these days, repetition breeding ease. "i'll probably end up dozing off on you soon though." he was adding in a more lighthearted tone, lips curling into a half-smile. "just a.." a yawn punctuated the sentence. "..warning.."(edited)March 10, 2020

rami

there had to be plenty he wasn't saying, rami could read that on his face despite the pixelated lag. but, he knew better than anyone that sometimes accepting the little lies was the best course of action -- he trusted that brendon would come to him if things became unbearable, or at least bad enough that he wanted to share the load. for now, rami would let him deal with things in his own way and make sure he was always there as a safety net, should the need arise. he hoped, though, that it wouldn't. he hoped that the musician's restlessness would either find a productive outlet, or ease off naturally. "okay," he said gently, giving brendon a small nod. "i trust you." his smile broadened when his counterpart yawned, tongue clicking disapprovingly. "go to sleep, love. ah, but make sure you pound some water first, yeah? gotta promise me." rami's gaze dropped, the fond grin still lingering on his lips. "lookin' forward to seeing you.. i love you. take care of yourself for me, yeah?"

brendon

i trust you. rather than vocalize how that was an ill-advised decision on so many different levels, brendon was nodding curtly, resisting the returning urge to eye the abandoned bottle of whiskey taunting him on a distant table. “gonna’ pound that water real good..” he was murmuring suggestively, a more authentic, tired smile gracing his features at the undertone. “and i love you too.. throw back some nyquil if you keep having trouble and enjoy some wicked hallucinations while you’re at it.” entirely joking, he was carding restless fingers through his messy fringe. “and.. thanks for the call.” he’d added as an afterthought before he was hitting the red button hovering at the bottom of the screen and things were going black.

#. 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕤? ; call #. 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ; b. urie

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