#again starter call n stuff probably tomorrow morning

[madderot]

ok!! gonna start winding down. might do a lil more but no promises at this point. thank youuu <3

[karlajoyner]

Tease (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so this was requested. I hope you guys enjoy it! And send in your own request!

Requested by: @universefangirl (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I sighed typing away frustratedly at my computer attempting to get my work done for the night. Taking another sip of my wine I looked over to the couch to see my boyfriend scrolling through his phone.

"You know? It must be nice being a paid actor during a pandemic" I spoke catching his attention. A grin began to form on his face as he stood up making his way over to me in the kitchen.

"It has its perks. Can't say the same about you baby" He teased rubbing my shoulders. I rolled my eyes continuing to type away.

"You know you could take a break" He whispered getting near my ear.

"I can't. If I don't get this is by tonight I'm so fired"

"Fine. I'm just gonna go live for a bit. And relax afterwards. I'm pretty busy tomorrow"

"Yes Charles getting to sleep in and doing a live interview late afternoon sounds so exhausting. Meanwhile I have a term paper for English due and on top of that I have to do two more sets of these for work" I spoke holding up my papers.

"For your information I'm going on a hike tomorrow morning. Then I'm going live" He said another deep breath leaving my mouth.

"Aww baby. It's okay"

"Is it though?" I asked frustrated at his lack of sympathy. I love him and all but he seems to forget that his totally normal girlfriend works a 9 to 5 and still goes to college. And as much as I appreciate the times he said he could put in a good word for me with Kenny. I refused to be exposed in the spotlight more than I already was for being his girlfriend.

"I'm sure you can do it. You always do"

"Your right. I'm amazing. I don't know what you'd do without me" I joked trying to lighten up my own mood more than his.

"I don't either. I'd miss you too much" He said placing kisses just below my ear.

"Hmm really? Care to find out Gillespie?" I asked biting my lip. This was my opportunity to get him back where it hurt.

"What do you mean?" I smirked continuing to do my work. Without another word leaving my mouth.

“Baby. What do you mean?" He asked again standing up.

I stayed quiet as he repeated the question a few more times finishing up what I was doing. I had to get through all my stuff for school and work tonight if I wanted tomorrow to go as planned.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. Glancing over at the clock I smiled. On schedule. I moved over to the empty spot beside me with a grin. Charlie was really in for it today.

I quickly got up making the bed when my phone suddenly dinged. I smiled seeing it was a good miring text from Charlie himself.

“Good morning my love. Just finished my hike. On my way home with coffee.

“I'll see you in a bit baby" I read aloud. I smiled at the cute detail before continuing on with my plan.

Changing into yoga pants and a sports bra I made my way to the living room setting up for a morning workout. Something I rarely got to do since my second term started and I became ambushed with work. It'd been nearly half an hour before I heard the front door open. The smell of coffee carrying itself through the small apartment.

"Baby your awake" He stated taking in my appearance. No doubt the sweat droplets on my body making me look shiny as hell.

"Yeah. I finished all my work last night so I figured I'd have a day to myself. I did a morning work out and I'm gonna do more things I haven't done in a while" I smiled innocently.

"Mmm am I one of those things by any chance?" He smirked pulling me close. Placing a kiss to my sweaty forehead.

"You wish. Actually I invited y/b/n over. We were thinking of painting to clear our minds"

"Oh but you can't paint looking like this. So sweaty. So wet" He whispered rubbing circles on my hips.

"Yeah I'll probably hop in the shower in a bit" I grinned before pulling away to go finish my workout.

“You know I need to shower too. What if we hop in together? To save water"

"Um I don't know. Can you keep your hands to yourself Gillespie?" I asked bending down in front of him to stretch.

"I can't answer that" He growled coming to stand behind me. As soon I felt his hands on my waist I stood up turning around to face him.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk" I whispered pulling back.

“What baby? Why won't you let me touch you?" He whined.

"Because it's my only free day and I'm going to enjoy it babe" I said placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips before walking away.

"Where are you going?" He called.

"To shower"

"Can I join?"

"If you can keep your hands away" I heard him groan as I shut the bathroom door behind me. Giggling to myself I entered the shower washing myself down.

Purposely forgetting to bring in an outfit. Knowing Charlie didn't enter for a reason I called out for him after I was clean.

"Charlie!" I shouted waiting for him to come in.

"Yes baby?"

"Can you bring me some clothes please?”I asked peeking my head out the curtain.

"Can I touch you?" He asked.

"Uh how about no"

"Then no" He said hoping that would get a reaction out of me. It didn't.

"Fine. If you insist" I spoke shutting the water off. Within a matter of seconds I exited the shower. Feeling his eyes piercing through me.

"Close your mouth. Your gonna catch flies" I said wrapping my towel around my body.

"Mm baby you don't know what your doing to me" He moaned out.

"I don't? Or do I?" I asked opening the door further so I could slip past him. Heading to the bedroom I smiled to myself knowing it was working.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Rushing over I peeked through the hole to see y/b/n standing there. Thankful both of our COVID tests came out negative I smiled welcoming her inside.

"Hey y/n/n"

"Y/b/n!" I shouted happy to see her after so long.

"So how's he doing?" She asked knowing all about my plan.

"Not good. I love him I really do but paybacks a bitch. I can't wait til his interview" I smirked walking her to my room.

I was quick to change into a cute matching set with only one of his band shirts layering on top.

"Wow. He's gonna be drooling"

"That's the plan. Thanks for doing this again"

"Its no problem. What are best friends for? Just promise me you'll give me every detail tomorrow. You know after he breaks"

"I promise" I said as we both giggled exiting the room. We made our way towards the living room pulling out the supplies she had brought over for our eventful day.

Y/b/n and I enjoyed each other's company for a while. Catching up on our new quarantine rituals. It wasn't long before Charlie came out of the restroom completely shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I bit my lip coming back to reality when y/b/n bumped my shoulder.

"Y/b/n. You're here" Charlie said running his fingers through his hair. He knew what he was doing.

"Yeah. I came to spend time with my best friend. Did you see her today by the way?" Y/b/n said taking my hand and playfully spinning me around. I chuckled at her antics realizing she'd done it on purpose to give him a full view of what I was wearing. If something drove Charlie Gillespie crazy. It was me wearing his band tees.

"I didn't. Thank you for that" Charlie spoke sending daggers through me.

"I hope you don't mind. I barrowed your shirt to paint. I can change if you wa-"

"No! No no baby keep it on. It looks amazing on you" He said a small smile playing at his lips.

"Thanks baby. When's your interview?"

"In like 20 minutes. I'm gonna go get ready"

"Sounds good. We'll be on the balcony painting. That good?"

"Of course baby" I smiled walking out on the hard cemented area placing down our stuff.

We specifically chatted those 20 minutes waiting for Charlie to come out of the bedroom.

"I'm going live" Charlie called through the screen door.

"Okay good luck" I called back. I saw him send me a wink before setting up his phone where the sun was hitting him perfectly.

"This is perfect" I whispered to y/b/n as we pulled out our paints.

"I know. I can't believe he set himself up right there" She whispered back. I giggled pulling out the pastel pink from the bag.

"Charlie!" I heard the interviewer shout. My boyfriend clearly estatic.

"Hey man what's up?"

"What's up with me? What's up with you? Your our first cast member of the day. So for starters we wanna know what's up with you?"

"Nothing much man. I mean I've been writing a lot recently"

"Oh yeah can we be expecting any music coming out soon away from the Julie and the Phantoms band?"

"Uh no. That's kind of where I'm at right now which is amazing you know? Working with such great cast and bandmates it's great"

"Sounds like it. So where do you get inspiration from during this whole new situation we're in? It must get boring"

"Uh it does at times when I'm alone. Which is rare since I've been quarantining with my girlfriend. She's amazing company and overall my biggest inspiration"

"Girlfriend? Are you guys at her place or yours?"

"Hers man. I didn't wanna disturb her peace but she insisted and it's just been amazing. I love her" He said my heart fluttering at his words. I looked over at y/b/n to see her smirking at me.

"What about your cast? Do they know her?"

"Oh yeah. Like my family, they absolutely love her which is great. You know their approval means a lot to me so it's nice that everyone gets along with her just fine"

"That's good to hear so moving back to your music" The interviewer continued changing subjects. With his wholesome answers I almost felt bad denying him my touch today. And almost felt bad what I'd be doing next.

Almost.

After about 15 minutes I began to laugh at nothing signalling it was go time. I glanced back see Charlie staring up at us. Clearly trying to focus on the interviewer speaking. Clearly.

"Stop!" I whisper shouted at my best friend who splattered pain on me. I repeated her actions earning a giggle from the girl.

Suddenly I felt a cold sensation hit me. She had thrown our water cup at me in return I splattered more paint towards her. Trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"No yeah thanks man. I had fun" I heard Charlie say. Signifying the interview was nearly over.

"No thank you. Charlie Gillespie everyone. Up next Owen Patrick Joyner!" The man shouted before the living room went silent.

"Done?" I asked turning back to look indoors. The door screen being the only thing between us and the indoors.

"Yeah. What happened?"

"I don't know y/b/n what did happened?" I asked the girl in a teasing voice. Moving back slowly letting the sun hit my body. The white shirt on my body becoming see through.

"Cover up baby"

"Y/b/n doesn't mind right babe?" I asked her.

"Nope. We've been best friends forever Charles. I know her inside out. I also know you should probably get changed out of that"

"Or I could just do this" I replied removing the shirt from my body altogether. I watched as Charlie's jaw dropped in surprised.

"Cute set. Victoria secret?"

"Pink" I answered walking into the living room.

"Huh. I would've never guessed. Oh shoot it's already 5:00 o'clock? I should get going. I have to get to Dylan's house. Do you need help cleaning up?"

"No!" Charlie shouted before I could answer.

"No. We've got it y/b/n. No worries"

"Thanks guys" She smiled pulling me into a hug then Charlie. I watched as he walked her towards the door.

Not knowing which one was rushing more him or her.

"Thanks for coming!" I called out grabbing some paper towels to wipe off the water still on my body.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Charlie asked once the door shut.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You've been such a bad girl"

“Me?" I asked looking behind me jokingly knowing I was the only one here.

"Teasing me all damn day. Having y/b/n come over to be a cock block. And then pulling that little stunk during my interview"

"I don't know what your going on about Charles. I didn't know y/b/n name was gonna- Ahhh" I squealed feeling his strong arms wrap around me from behind lifting me up.

"Charlie!" I shouted as he carried me towards the bedroom.

"Yes?" He questioned when he put me down on the bed gently.

"Seriously?" I asked ask he removed his shirt.

"Seriously" He confirmed moving in to kiss me. It was gentle at first but that gentleness soon became hunger. From both ends we fought for dominance. Tired of fighting I gave in as he pushed me further up the bed.

"Charlie please" I pleaded beginning to palm him through his jeans. Feeling him get harder by the second.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Not yet" He whispered making me whine. He chuckled before speaking once more in a hushed tone.

"Now are you gonna tell daddy exactly why you teased him all day?" I groaned knowing there was no way of getting out of this one.

"Nope" I said hoping to move on.

"Mm I don't like the sound of that" He said removing his jeans. I moaned seeing his full body. He was too hot for his own good.

"Now are you gonna tell me or should I return the punishment" I internally groaned not in the mood to be teased.

"I-I just feel like you forget sometimes that I have so much on my plate. And maybe sometimes you could be insensitive about it" I muttered the last part hoping he wouldn't hear. But judging by his features softening he had heard every word.

"I make you feel that way?" he asked caressing my cheek.

"Not all the time but yeah sometimes"

"Baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" He mumbled placing soft kisses on my lips.

"I guess I just forget sometimes that you have so much to do. I just wanna spend all my time with you since that's all I have. I also guess offering to pay for things like your college doesn't help either when your girlfriends independent"

"And capable of doing everything on her own. Including paying for her school and home necessities. I mean it's a nice gesture baby but I'd just appreciate it if maybe you could take a step back and realize I'm only human. And not everyone wants to become an actor. I'm studying really hard to get to where I wanna be. And even if I'm working a boring desk job right now I won't be in the future"

"I know baby and I'm so proud of you for that you know that right?"

"Of course Charlie. And I know your my number one supporter just like I'm your number one fan" I said as he placed small kisses on my nose.

"Good....So you did all this today to get back at me?"

"Well yeah I wanted to have fun. But it's no fun when I too need to resist the urge to jump on you when you come out of the shower shirtless"

"Yeah about that I didn't know y/b/n was here or I wouldn't have walked out like that"

"I know baby. But now that we're alone so can we please just-" My words were cut off by his lips once more.

Giggling at his eagerness I began to palm him through his boxers once more.

"You don't know the things you do to me baby" He whispered pulling my bra down letting my breast fall free. I moaned as he began to suck on the left one and toying with the right one.

"God I missed these"

"Charlie please hurry up" I spoke. He didn't hesitate to remove my panties and his boxers immediately lining himself up at my entrance.

"You've been taking your birth control right?"

"Of course you idiot"

"Ooo aggressive much"

"Charlie if you don-" My words were cut off by a moan as he entered me. Not hesitating to start moving at a steady pace.

"Charlie" I moaned wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Faster"

"I'm so close baby"

"Me too" I panted as he sped up. His thrust becoming sloppier by the second.

"I'm gonna-" He groaned being the first to release. My climax coming not long after. I sighed as we rode our our highs together.

"I love you baby" Charlie said standing up and cleaning me off with a t-shirt of his.

"I love you too" I said as he finally came to lay next to me. Pulling the covers over us.

"You do know I really am proud of you right?"

"I don't know I think you need to prove it to me" I halfheartedly joked.

"If you insists" He whispered pulling me in for a sweet tender kiss.

Time slowing down as we spent the night tangled in each other's arms. Enjoying each other's company. Each other's love.

[kaistarus]

Inevitable

Pairing: NishinoyaX(OC)-Kaede Mizuki

Words:6.2K

Summary: Kaede and Nishinoya get along great, but when it comes to dating she’d consider them the least compatible people on the entire planet. So, when her heart starts acting up around him she figures it’s best to ignore it for as long as possible

A/N: This is my favorite thing I’ve written so far and honestly I think it's my highest quality work. I’m very proud of this one, so enjoy :) *artwork commissioned @Kurushima_Kaito on Twitter*

Masterlist

“I’m starving.”

Kaede tried her best to ignore the boy obnoxiously leaning his entire body weight on her as she finalized the week’s task list. She ticked off the final box of ‘wash practice jerseys’ she and Yachi spent half the afternoon on saying, “you’re always hungry. I told you to start bringing snacks.”

“But that’s so much work,” Nishinoya whined, resting his chin on her shoulder. He began twirling her half-ponytail around his finger while wiggling his eyebrows. “Hey, what if you started-”

“I don’t have enough time to start babying you, Noya.” She said, ignoring his pout while securing the pen at the top of the clipboard. “I have to give this Kiyoko so you should-.”

He hummed happily, “Kiyoko.”

She gave him a quick glare before shaking him off her shoulder, “can you go bother someone else?”

“Nah, everyone’s busy,” he said, skipping after her. She glanced around to the team of boys standing around and very clearly not busy. Kiyoko stood beside a flushed Yachi as they flipped through pages of a small notebook, going over a few minor details before tomorrow’s match against Shiratorizawa.

“Hey Kiyoko, I’m finished with the-”

“Don’t worry, I got this.” Nishinoya plucked the clipboard out of her hands. “Hello, beautiful. We completed stuff. Obviously, I offered my assistance because of how thoughtful and handsome I am.”

“Sure,” Kiyoko accepted it, flipping through the pages before nodding to Kaede. “Thank you.”

Kaede opened her mouth, but Nishinoya cut her off. “You’re welcome, gorgeous.” He placed his elbow on Kaede’s shoulder. “Anyway, Kiyoko. You come here often?”

“She’s a manager.” Kaede deadpanned.

“It wasn’t literal, Mizuki. It’s a conversation starter.”

“That’s what you went with?” Kaede pinched the bridge of her nose. “‘Kiyoko, how’s your day?’, ‘Kiyoko, are you ready for tomorrow?’, ‘Kiyoko, I like your hair.’”

Nishinoya cocked his head to the side. “Hair?”

“She got a haircut.”

“Oh shit, really?” Nishinoya looked back to where Kiyoko was and his shoulders slumped. “She’s gone.”

“This is why you’ll die alone,” Kaede brushed his arm off her so she could walk to her backpack.

“You’re so mean to me.” His pout turned into a sly smirk. “I kind of like it.”

Kaede rolled her eyes, ignoring everything else that came out of his mouth as she switched out of her gym shoes to finally go home. The sound of volleyballs smacking the court drew her attention and she was hardly surprised to see Hinata and Kageyama still practicing with Yachi’s assistance.

“How come they never ask me to help?” Kaede wondered aloud, swinging on her worn backpack.

“‘Cause you’re really bad at volleyball.” Nishinoya snorted.

“That was rhetorical.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

She purposely bumped his shoulder as she walked past him to the gym doors and he over exaggeratedly grabbed it with a hiss, “are you trying to injure me before finals?”

“Shut up,” She snorted.

“You think you can just replace me as libero?”

“I think I can roll around on the floor, yeah.” Kaede slid on her outdoor shoes and jumped onto the sidewalk. He narrowed his eyes at her, but before he could rant about Rolling Thunder Ennoshita called out a few yards away.

“The second years are all going out to eat. Are you both coming or what?” He shouted while Tanaka waved both his arms in a ‘get over here’ motion.

“You should come,” Nishinoya hurriedly shoved his feet into his outdoor shoes and leapt beside her. His smile softened as he nudged her hand hanging loosely by her side. “It’ll be fun.”

Her mouth twisted while she contemplated. It would be fun, sure, but with how early they were meeting at the school she wasn’t sure she could manage. Kaede bumped his hand back before giving a half-smile that made his expression drop.

“I have an exam to study for and we’re getting up too early.” She shrugged loosely, “Next time, okay?”

“Nerd.” He pouted.

“Probably,” she poked him in the forehead. “You better not send me a stupid video at three in the morning. You need to sleep too.”

“Yes, mom.” He rolled his eyes, but his lips were curved into a smile. He grabbed her hand off his forehead and squeezed it once before pivoting around to the waiting group. “Now go be lame somewhere else before you wear off on me.”

Kaede rolled her eyes. She waved goodbye to the other boys who booed at her unwillingness to attend. She glanced down at the hand that Nishinoya had squeezed before leaving, wondering why it was still so warm regardless of the chilled night.

She figured she was overthinking and waited for her racing heart to calm down. She just needed some sleep.

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Kaede yawned, rubbing her sleep-filled eyes and snuggling against Kiyoko’s shoulder. Her eyelids hung heavy as she watched rather than listened to Coach Ukai and Coach Takeda give instructions before allowing them on the warm bus.

“It’s too early to be alive,” she whined when they finally finished, wrapping her arms around Kiyoko for protection against the morning’s frigid air.

Kiyoko patted her head, “it’s already seven, Kaede.”

Kaede whined pitifully again at the mere mention of the time. Sure, it had been seven at that moment, but they’d met at six-thirty which meant by herself she’d woken up before the sun had risen. Nobody should have to wake up before the sun.

Her eyes scanned the boys lined up along the bus to find most of them were in a similar state as her-leaning against each other and half-asleep. She locked eyes with Tanaka and Nishinoya who were glaring and she lifted a lazy brow before realizing her arms were still wrapped around Kiyoko.

Like the bigger person Kaede was, she nuzzled her cheek on Kiyoko and tightened the hug. They looked like they were about to pop a blood vessel until Daichi dragged them away by the back of their shirts.

Kaede snickered evilly until a shadow loomed over her.

“Are you seriously still tired?” Tsukishima asked condescendingly. “Is that going to be your new excuse for doing nothing?”

Kaede straightened up with her fists clenched. “Well, you’re-you look-you’re dumb.”

She cringed as Tsukishima cackled, walking triumphantly back to the bus. Yamaguchi trailed after him giving an apologetic smile that didn’t make her feel any better.

“I thought it was good.” Yachi smiled cheerfully.

Kaede patted her head half-smiling. “That’s all that matters then.” She lied, the burning sense of revenge coursing through her veins.

Kiyoko lightly pushed the small of Kaede’s back when they were letting people on the bus because managers got special privileges, such as, firsts. She hurriedly plopped down beside Yachi, excited to tune out the noisy team and hopefully fall back asleep.

She unzipped her jacket pocket and shoved her hand inside, digging for her headphones. She furrowed her brow and swiped her fingers around in a panic when she felt nothing but fabric. They had been there when she left her house...

“Is something wrong?” Yachi asked with a concerned crease in her brow.

“No, I…” Kaede slumped back in defeat. “I think I lost my headphones.”

“Oh no,” Yachi’s eyes widened. “Do you want to use mine?”

“No,” Kaede waved her off. “You were talking about that book you wanted to finish listening to. I don’t want to-”

There was a quick bop on her head and she whipped around to find Nishinoya smirking mischievously. Kaede’s sneer must have been more vicious than usual because the way his eyes widened in fear made her feel slight guilt. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, hoping that she could tune out the obnoxiousness on her own.

Not even five minutes after the bus left Kaede felt a nervous tapping on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to Nishinoya leaning beside her backrest smiling apologetically.

She sighed, “what.”

He held out his palm to show a pair of tangled earbuds. She looked between them and his hesitant expression before just raising a brow. “They’re very nice, Noya. I’m not sure what you-”

“You lost yours, right?” He dropped them onto her lap. “I’m giving them to you.”

“What?” She picked them up and flipped them over in her palm. “Why?”

“I’m not using them and you looked upset,” his nose wrinkled. “You get really cranky when you’re upset.”

“Thanks,” she said monotone, beginning to untangle the pair. “Are you sure this is-”

“Do you want my jacket, too?”

She blinked a few times before turning to him. “Why would I need that?”

He rested his head against the side of her seat. “Well, aren’t you tired? It could be a pillow or something.”

“Oh,” she paused, furrowing her brow in thought. “I guess, but I’m not sure that’s necessar-”

He dropped the material on her head and created a static mess of her hair.

“Okay, feel better,” he said before hopping his way to the back of the bus. She sat in disbelief before turning to Yachi who was hiding a smile behind her hand.

“Don’t,” Kaede said, bundling the jacket and placing it behind her head. “He’s just an idiot with no concept of personal space.”

Kaede could finally tune out the rambunctious guys and leaned comfortably against her makeshift pillow, finding herself drifting to much needed sleep. She definitely didn’t find the way Nishinoya’s jacket smelled comforting-it just happened to be nicer than the musty bus. And if she snuggled up to it a few times that was purely because it was softer than the bus seat.

When she woke up it was for the bus pulling into the parking lot and everyone pushing their faces against the windows in awe of the stadium before them.

“Holy shit,” Tanaka breathed. “It’s even bigger in person.”

They piled out of the bus, shoving and pulling each other in a rush to get out of the cramped space. The boys stared at the building with their jaws slack.

“I feel sick again,” Hinata covered his mouth and Kageyama shoved him toward Tanaka who side-stepped him, leaving Hinata to fall flat on the concrete.

“Alright, everyone,” Coach Ukai clapped to garner attention. “I want best behavior. There’s a lot of people here, so don’t go embarrassing-”

“I bet I can get there first.” Hinata said, taking off for the front doors.

“You got a head start idiot. This doesn’t count.” Kageyama said, sprinting after him.

“Do you think they have food vendors?” Nishinoya tugged Tanaka’s sleeve and they both took off. Everyone stood there watching them before glancing awkwardly at the coaches.

“-me. Oh my god.” Coach Ukai palmed his eyes.

“Yeah, good luck with that.” Tsukishima snorted as he and Yamaguchi left the group. Kaede shrugged because this was Karasuno; chaotic as hell, but somehow they made it work.

The arena was as massive inside as it was outside, but it didn’t talk long to track down their missing morons. Hinata and Kageyama hadn’t left the main vestibule, and although Nishinoya and Tanaka had found food stands neither had actually brought money. Kaede wasn’t interested in donations either, regardless how good Nishinoya’s puppy-dog eyes were.

Since the court was reserved for the teams, coaches, and a single manager Kaede and Yachi would be watching the game from the stands. They said their goodbyes outside the locker room-ruffling Hinata’s hair, patting Asahi’s back, fist bumping Tanaka, and even forcing a good luck to Tsukishima-when she turned to Nishinoya she was thrown off by his lifted hands.

“You won’t be there when my name is called,” he pushed them forward. “So I need you to high-five me now.”

“That’s adorable,” Daichi said slyly behind him.

“It’s not adorable,” Nishinoya sneered at him, and a snickering Tanaka, with a red tint to his cheeks. “It’s just for luck. That’s all.”

“It’s a little adorable,” Kaede tried to force down her smile.

“Just high-five me, okay?” He mumbled, tensely pushing his hands further out. Kaede rolled her eyes before lightly patting her hands against his. He furrowed his brow and looked down at his palms. “That high-five sucked.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers,” she shrugged, grabbing Yachi’s hand to pull her toward the bleacher doors. “You can have a better one after you win the game.”

Kaede left him there pouting as her and Yachi pushed their way through metal doors that took them to Karasuno’s cheer section. Kaede was in awe at how many people were in attendance. They had somehow managed to go from a few people to a packed stand in only a few months.

“There’s our girls,” Saeko cheered, waving Kaede and Yachi toward the front of the bleachers. “Does this mean the boys are coming out soon?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Yachi nodded.

“Ugh, please don’t say that. Ma’am makes me feel ancient.” Saeko grimaced, leaning her forearms against the railing.

Yachi apologized profusely and Kaede laughed lightly at her meekness. That’s when Karasuno came out of the locker room for warm-ups-Saeko immediately dialing in on Tanaka, hollering her praises the moment he was in sight. While he was covering his face in embarrassment Hinata and Nishinoya were waving like madmen in hopes of gaining her attention.

Hinata cheerfully waved to Kaede and Yachi when he spotted them while Nishinoya smirked mischievously, making a heart shape at Kaede with his hands. She groaned, creating one herself before snapping it half to which Nishinoya dramatically dropped his jaw, flinging a hand against his chest in mock horror.

She giggled at his ridiculous performance which seemingly was enough to please him because he went back to focusing on warm-ups.

“So you and Noya got a little something-something going on?” Saeko gave her a once-over and nodded approvingly. “I never imagined he could bag a cutie like you, but I’ll give credit where credit is due.”

“What? No, that’s-” Kaede felt a shudder run down her spine. “I would never date, Noya. My standards aren’t that low.”

Saeko hummed, thrumming her fingers along the railing. “Noya’s a good kid with a lot of love to give, but I think you’ll figure that out.” Saeko ruffled Kaede’s hair, effectively messing up her half-ponytail.

Kaede narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but for her safety didn’t press the matter further. She leaned on the railing, watching Nishinoya carefully as he received with his classic Rolling Thunder-the team erupting in laughter around him.

If Kaede could describe Nishinoya in two words it would be simple-minded and clingy. The exact opposite of anyone she ever pictured herself in a relationship with. Did she think he was attractive? Sometimes. When he was smiling or laughing or focusing really hard on something or zoning out or pouting or… Well that wasn’t the point. The point was they weren’t compatible at all and Saeko had no clue what she was talking about.

Kaede felt a warmth creep up her neck as Nishinoya wrapped his arm around Hinata’s shoulders, a bright smile spread across his lips. She shrank into her shoulders. Right, no clue what she was talking about.

When the match finally began she found her confident facade fading as she clutched Yachi’s hand tightly, her heart pounding at the fast pace of the game. Kaede’s heart swelled with pride when Nishinoya adjusted to their powerful spiker, and ignored Saeko’s knowing glances when she bounced with excitement. The same feeling coursed through her as Hinata’s bright smile overtook his face and as she leaned over to celebrate with the convenience store guy for Yamaguchi’s service ace-she even hugged Yachi with all her might when Tsukishima made an amazing block.

As the ball took its final fall there was a lull in the air before the crowd erupted into cheer. Kaede and Yachi clutched each other tightly, jumping and shouting at their team’s well deserved victory. She felt tears pricking her eyes as she watched the boys dogpile in the center of the court-the third years a tearful mess in disbelief, unable to process they were actually going to nationals.

Kaede grabbed Yachi’s wrist with a final wistful look at the guys before tugging her into the hall so they could congratulate their team. She waited impatiently, bouncing on the balls of her feet, for the doors of the gym to swing open. At the first sign of them opening her and Yachi immediately jumped onto the still smiling team.

“You guys were amazing,” she turned to Hinata, waving her fist in the air. “Your spikes were insane Hinata!”

“Did you see my last one?” He swung his arm downward. “It was totally ‘shabam’, right?”

She nodded her head without a clue what he meant, turning to Yamaguchi to ruffle his hair, “and let’s not forget about you mr. service ace.”

“Stop,” he whined, swatting her hands away with a blush lighting up his freckled cheeks.

Kaede’s excitement grew as everyone raved about each other’s performances and began talking about nationals. Her emotions were near bursting when she spotted Nishinoya wearing a lopsided grin with both hands raised for the high-five she’d promised him.

Kaede rolled her eyes, completely bypassing his hands and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He tensed up momentarily before encircling his arms around her waist.

She squeezed him before pulling back. “You were insane,” she smiled excitedly. “The setting thingy worked and your receives were amazing even though he was left-handed or whatever and everything was great-you were great!”

He stared at her seemingly frozen and she looked around awkwardly at his lengthy pause. Suddenly a cocky smirk made its way onto his lips and Kaede regretted her every decision.

“Setting thingy?” His eyes scanned her face. “Left-handed or whatever?”

“You try to compliment a guy and this is the thanks you-”

“I’m kidding. I’m kidding.” He smiled fondly before pulling her back to his chest, burying his face into the crook of her neck. “Thank you.”

Kaede blinked, loosely replacing her arms around his neck. Saeko’s teasing comments popped into her mind and her heart started beating at an irregular pace. She leaned her head against Nishinoya’s for a brief moment as her chest filled with an unfamiliar warmth.

She supposed Nishinoya wasn’t always terrible. He made her laugh sometimes and he genuinely cared about people and he never seemed to get nervous… she could admit those were decent qualities in a person. Kaede chewed the inside of her cheek as she let herself relax in his hold.

“Are you guys almost finished?” Suga called over,” we’re trying to pick a place to eat. Coaches are paying which means-”

“It’s free?” Nishinoya released her, nearly shoving her aside to get to the group. “We need to find the most expensive meat in the area guys. I’m starving, so maybe a buffet actually.”

Kaede glared at him as he attempted to use Asahi to assist him in bouncing high enough to see the center of the circle. She took a calming breath before joining Kiyoko on the far wall, slouching back with crossed arms. Kaede couldn’t fathom how she almost believed Nishinoya could be anything but obnoxious.

She knew she was right. Saeko had no clue what she was talking about.

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Kaede grumbled as she slumped into the gymnasium after a grueling day of school. She toed off her shoes with an exaggerated sigh, lazily tossing her bag against the wall and sliding down beside it like a ton of bricks rested on her shoulders.

“What’s wrong with you?” Tanaka stood over her while she sluggishly dug out her gym shoes.

“I failed my exam,” she pouted, “couldn’t even answer all the questions.”

Tanaka snorted, “that sucks.”

She groaned, letting her head hang forward and hearing another unwanted set of footsteps approach.

“What’s wrong with her?” Nishinoya asked after a quick once-over.

“She failed an exam.”

“The Calc one?” Nishinoya crouched in front of her, pinching her cheeks to lift her face. “I thought you studied all weekend?”

“I did,” she deadpanned.

He grimaced, “well, if it makes you feel better I fail all the time.”

“Well, you’re an idiot.”

Nishinoya rolled his eyes, switching the pinch to a gentle cradle and leaning forward. “It’s only one exam.”

She started to argue, but he lightly bumped his forehead against hers.

“You’ll be fine,” he smirked. “You’re annoyingly smart, and there’s ways for you to make up the points, right?”

Kaede’s heart was in a frenzy as she nodded.

“See? Nothing to stress about then.”

“Whatever,” she mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

Nishinoya snorted, standing up and turning to the court. “Kinnoshita, send your practice serves to me, okay?”

She watched him run off before turning to Tanaka. “That was weird, right?”

“I honestly can’t tell with you two.”

She narrowed her gaze at Nishinoya, carefully fixing the bangs he’d messed up. She was probably just overanalyzing things because Saeko was still lurking somewhere in her mind and it was best not to think about it. Kaede finished putting her gym shoes on and decided she’d confidently continue on like nothing had happened.

A few days later Kaede was sitting cross-legged against the wall, searching for the phone numbers of coaches for possible practice matches-her first legit manager assignment. Nishinoya had joined her during the team’s allotted break, sitting down and tugging her non-dominant hand in his lap. He played with her fingers and languidly drew patterns against her palm, leaving a tingle blazing up her forearm.

“What are you doing?” She eventually asked when the goose bumps were too strong to ignore.

“It’s too bad you suck at volleyball,” he said, lifting her hand, “cause you have really nice hands.”

She pulled her hand back. “That was the weirdest backhanded compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

“What? I don’t even know what that is.” he whined, reaching for her hand.

She tucked her under her butt and he pouted. “It’s like a hidden insult.” She put the end of her pen on her lip in thought, ignoring how he tugged her arm in an attempt to free her hand from her butt. “It’s like if I told you, ‘too bad you’re so annoying because otherwise you’d be really cute’ or something.”

“You think I’m cute?” He asked with a sly smirk.

Her face flushed red. “What? No, it was an example. I said if I-”

“That’s okay,” he flicked the orange ribbon she used to keep her hair half-up. “I think you’re cute too.”

“I’m not cute.”

“You are,” he stated, standing and stretching to prepare for Daichi calling everyone back to the court. “Now if you’ll excuse me. The most attractive person you’ve ever seen has to get back to practice.”

“That’s not even close to what I-,” she started, but he was already waving her off. Kaede sneered, writing the phone numbers with more force than necessary.

That boy had a death wish and one day she would grant it...

Kaede paced around the next practice staring down at her notebook she’d been studying. She furrowed her brow as she tried to remember terms that Kiyoko had given her, but something felt off.

“I’m starving.”

Her muscles tensed as a familiar whine reached her ears, but unlike usual arms wrapped around her midsection and a chin rested on her shoulder. Kaede side-eyed Nishinoya who was observing the notebook in her hands with a raised brow.

“You’ve been pretty clingy lately,” she pointed out.

“In a good mood,” he reached forward to grab her notebook. “What’s this?”

“None of your business.” She said, moving it out of reach. “Aren’t you worried Kiyoko’s going to get the wrong idea?”

“Nah, I’m stepping down. Giving Tanaka a better chance, ya know?” Nishinoya made a grabbing motion. “I wanna see the book.”

She grumbled, but opened it back up, revealing volleyball terms and definitions along with really poorly drawn stick figures. Nishinoya straightened up, tugging it from her hands. “What is it?”

“I’m trying to learn everything for when Kiyoko leaves.” Kaede mumbled while her face grew red.

He fought back a smile while flipping through pages, “is there a section for liberos?”

Her eyes widened and she reached for the book, “no.”

“So, there is!”

“Stop. Give it back.”

His eyes scanned the pages while she attempted to reach over his shoulder. Eventually he landed on one before turning around with a wicked grin.

“Noya, I swear if you don’t-”

“‘Libero-my favorite position!’,” he read as he dodged her swipes. He flipped it around with an amused smirk, pointing to a stick figure with spiky hair. “Is this supposed to be me?”

“Obviously,” she crossed her arms. “It looks just like you.”

“What’s wrong with my legs?”

“Those are your knee pads!”

He cocked his head to the side, mulling that over. “I guess… I see it?” He scanned both his pages with a furrowed brow before holding out his hand. “A lot of stuff is missing. Do you have a pencil or something?”

Kaede offered him the pen from her track pants and he began writing notes all over the pages. She tried peeking over his shoulder, but he turned away.

“Noya, what are you-”

“Done!” Nishinoya snapped the notebook shut with the pen tucked between the pages. He bopped her on the forehead with it, wearing a fond smile. “Now you can really nerd out.”

Kaede’s cheeks warmed as she took the book back, but before she could thank him Coach Ukai was calling everyone to the court. He ruffled her hair before running off, which annoyingly sent a thrum through her heart.

Kaede chewed the inside of her cheek, opening her notebook to the section that Nishinoya had helped fill out before her expression immediately dropped. He had written majority useful notes, but most noticeable were comments about how libero was the best position and how ‘only attractive people play it’. He even gave his stick figure muscles and encased it in a giant heart. 

No matter how hard Kaede tried to muster her usual frustration-nothing came. Instead she smiled fondly, her fingers trailing across the stupid words, ‘love of my life’ he’d written in the bottom corner with an arrow pointed to his stick figure. She closed her eyes as her stomach rolled with an unfamiliar feeling she didn’t know what to do with.

But Kaede knew one thing… She was screwed.

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Kaede attempted to get through the rest of the week as if nothing had changed. She pretended her eyes weren’t lingering on Nishinoya longer than usual, that her heart wasn’t an uncontrollable mess when he laughed, or that she didn’t light up when he clung to her. Unfortunately, pretending wasn’t good enough and people were beginning to notice-even Nishinoya was giving her weird looks.

Honestly, she was just looking forward to their break since holidays were finally here. She needed time away from everyone to overthink her life choices.

Coach Ukai’s abrupt clap brought her back to reality where Nishinoya had been running his fingers through her hair while they stood in an end of practice huddle. Everyone was dispersing and Kaede looked around panicked, having zoned out and missing everything he said.

“He assigned daily work-outs for over break,” she heard Nishinoya begin, turning around confused, “he said Kiyoko should’ve given you tasks if you had any, and Kinnoshita, Suga, and Yamaguchi were assigned cleaning tonight.” Nishinoya smiled affectionately.

“Oh-I-uh-thank you.” She cringed at herself, but Nishinoya just saluted and left for his duffel bag.

“Th-th-thank you, Nishinoya…” Tanaka came up beside her with his hands clasped. “You’re so cute and funny and I loooooovvve-ow!”

She punched his arm as warmth crept up her neck. “I don’t sound like that!”

“You definitely do.”

She glanced at Nishinoya, then covered her mouth from his sight before saying, “do I really?”

“Don’t worry. Nishinoya’s as dumb as you.” Tanaka rolled his eyes before walking toward the other’s. “You could wear an ‘I love Nishinoya’ t-shirt and he still wouldn’t get it.”

She pouted at the insult, but was reassured by Nishinoya’s apparent obliviousness. Kaede followed Tanaka to the benches and plopped down beside Nishinoya who’d put his stuff by hers at the start of practice. It took all of her focus to not look at him, especially when she could see him sneaking peeks at her.

“Does anyone have plans for Christmas?” Daichi questioned further down the bench.

“Saeko’s forcing me to look at lights with her,” Tanaka’s shoulders slumped. “If I could just get a date I wouldn’t have to deal with her dragging me around.”

“I’m taking Natsu to see lights, too.” Hinata said, tossing a volleyball between his hands. “I don’t mind hanging out with her though.”

“That’s because the only thing you think about is volleyball, Hinata.” Ennoshita ruffled his hair and Hinata’s face turned red.

“Not true!”

“Nishinoya and Kaede are probably the only ones with actual plans.” Asahi chuckled, causing Nishinoya to choke on the water he’d been guzzling.

“Yeah, what are you guys doing?” Daichi asked.

Kaede looked over, surprised that so many of them were curious about her plans. “Um, I haven’t really thought about it yet. Lights are cool. Maybe food, who knows.”

“Seriously? You haven’t planned anything?” Asahi crossed his arms. “That doesn’t sound like Noya.”

Nishinoya looked between everyone panicked while Kaede’s eyes flickered toward a snickering Tanaka. “I mean, I don’t know what Noya’s doing. So, maybe he has plans?”

“I’m confused,” Hinata frowned. “Are you guys not hanging out on Christmas?”

“No,” Kaede felt warmth spreading across her cheeks. “Why would we-”

“Heh, good jokes guys.” Nishinoya grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bench. “We gotta go though, so I think that’s-”

“You’re dating though...” Hinata looked at Kageyama. “People hang out on Christmas when they’re dating, right?”

“Obviously, idiot.” He turned to Daichi and whispered. “They do, right?”

Daichi nodded.

Kaede’s jaw went slack at the accusation as Nishinoya continued to yank her toward the exit. “What? We’re not dating!” She tried to remain in place, but Nishinoya tugged harder. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, Nishinoya said you guys were in-”

“Wow, this has been a great time,” Nishinoya cut him off as they reached the door. “I really appreciate this guys. Unfortunately, we’re leaving. Have a good break or something...”

After he dragged her a good distance from the gymnasium she tugged her hand out of his strong grasp. “What the hell was that?”

“Not sure what you're talking about…”

“That!” She gestured wildly in the direction of the gym behind them. “They’re going to think we’re dating.”

Nishinoya facepalmed, “I promise you that doesn’t bother me.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t-” Kaede’s fists clenched as he continued walking without her. “Get back here!”

She caught up quickly and grabbed his hand, pulling him around to face her. He observed her scowl and furrowed his brow in frustration, attempting to pull his hand out of her grip.

“It doesn’t matter,” he claimed, avoiding her eyes, but Kaede knew that was bull shit. She tried to take a step closer, but he kept awkwardly stepping back until he hit a wall and a blush spread to his cheeks.

Kaede’s heart was in a frenzy at their position, but she wasn’t going to flake out now. She dropped his hand to place her’s beside his head so he couldn’t walk away from her anymore.

“Explain.” She demanded.

“Mizuki, it’s really hard to think when you’re pinning me against-”

“Try,” she narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m being weird?” His eyebrows rose in disbelief. “You've been acting weird all week!”

Kaede felt her cheeks warming as her confident facade wavered. “Well, that’s not what this is about. We’re talking about you here.”

He dragged a hand down his face before giving her a once-over, “do you actually not know?”

“Not know what?”

He glanced down nervously, “I like you, Mizuki.”

She blinked once. Twice. Then her arm fell limp to her side. “Oh,” she breathed out.

“Yeah, like, I really really really like you.”

“I-uh-heard the first time, Noya.” She said, staring at his feet. She supposed this had been what Tanaka meant by Noya was as stupid as she was.

“Right, sorry, it just felt really good to say.”

Kaede’s heart was pounding and she was surprised Nishinoya hadn’t pointed out the noise. It was so loud she couldn’t focus. Her stomach was rolling in that weird way again that she couldn’t tell was nausea or butterflies-maybe both.

“When did-”

“Shiratorizawa I guess...” His face scrunched in thought. “I mean, maybe before that. I don’t know, it feels so weird... “ He rubbed his chest. “A good weird. Just a different weird.”

She nodded understandingly. Nishinoya also made her feel all sorts of weird. He lifted his hand toward her face, but hesitated when he neared her cheek, dropping it back to his side.

Kaede frowned, staring longingly at the hand that normally wouldn’t have hesitated to hold her. She chewed the inside of her cheek before mustering up the courage to lace her fingers with his. Nishinoya’s eyes had watched her gaze carefully, tracking her intense stare with hopeful eyes.

He lightly swung their hands with a dopey smile. “You’re cute.”

“I’m not,” she furrowed her brow, a light blush painting her cheeks.

He pressed his forehead against hers with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You are.”

Kaede pouted at how out of control her heart was at him simply squeezing her hand and from the almost cocky look in his eyes he could probably tell. Her eyes flickered down briefly and she raised her brow contemplatively.

“I feel like someone who wears a ribbon everyday has no right to claim that they aren’t-”

“Noya, I’m going to kiss you,” she interrupted.

His jaw went slack and he froze in disbelief. Kaede smirked slyly at the reaction she’d been hoping for as she guided his face closer, holding him a breath away.

He blinked back to reality, “are you sure? I mean I would love that so much, but are you absolutely sure? Because that’s like an actual thing that-”

Kaede closed the gap, pressing her lips against his to stop his rambling-whatever he’d been saying getting lost in their kiss. They had an awkward position at first, but once realization struck Nishinoya he quickly adjusted, sliding his hand up and tangling his fingers in her hair. She tried to remain focused, but as Nishinoya wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close she couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that escaped her.

Nishinoya pulled back, embarrassment striking his face as he searched her eyes.

“You’re laughing,” he stated, slightly out of breath. “Was it bad? I’ve never kissed someone. It was bad, wasn’t it?

“No, it wasn’t-I just-,” she giggled, leaning forward hiding her face in his chest. It hadn’t been bad. The kiss had just been so Nishinoya-diving head first, putting everything into it with no experience. Kaede couldn’t help it.

Nishinoya cradled the side of her face and lifted her to face him, smiling at her with more affection than she’d ever thought capable. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip before leaning forward to capture her lips again. This time he went slowly, from pulling her close to the press of his lips everything felt thought out.

When he pulled back, rubbing his nose against hers he whispered, “better?”

“Uh-huh,” she squeaked, face a brilliant shade of pink.

“This is good, right?” He furrowed his brow in question. “Kissing is usually a good sign.”

Kaede’s lips quirked into a small smile as she pressed her forehead against his, eyes soft as they scoured his face. “Yeah,” she rubbed her thumb along his cheek. “It’s a really good sign.”

“Cool,” he smiled dopily, leaning against her touch. “So, wanna go out this weekend?”

Kaede rolled her eyes, giving him a quick peck.

“Is that a yes?”

“Nope,” she said, stepping back and walking away backward. He blinked a few times before following her.

“What do you mean no?” Nishinoya pouted.

She stuck her tongue out and pivoted around a smile forcing its way on her face when Nishinoya caught up, interlocking their hands together. “I guess I’ll think about it.”

“Think about it!?”

Kaede swung their hands happily as Nishinoya ranted to her about her audacity while she unknowingly walked him to the nearest ramen shop. She was hungry, so why wait for the weekend when they could just go out now?

She glanced over to Nishinoya’s pouting face as he listed off reasons he should be allowed a date and rolled her eyes. Kaede relished in the warmth consuming her chest as she listened to him, allowing herself the happiness she’d been pushing back for so long. This was nice.

Being with him like this… She liked this. She liked him.

And she was happy she had finally figured that out.

[littlemindblabbles]

On-screen, Off-screen

Pairing: Jun x Y/N

Summary: You’re given the once-in-a-lifetime opportuinity to act in a music video alongside your idol, Wen Junhui. But is he really as nice in real life as he is on screen?

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (final)

Jun seemed determined not to bring up any indication that the morning’s events even took place. He continued acting like your costar/friend, making jokes with you but still going through the afternoon scenes with you. Meanwhile, it was torturing you. You didn’t know how to look at him without thinking of his lips on yours, as well as the caring, almost loving, look he gave you during his ‘confession’. But as all good things come to an end, tomorrow was the last day of filming and after that, you’ll never have to see Jun in real life again. Technically, this should work out in your favour, your one-sided feelings for him would turn back into just an infatuation, and you don’t have to worry about him breaking your heart by rejecting you. 

You continued about your day mostly on autopilot, not wanting to let out too many emotions lest Jun finds out your true feelings towards him. He seemed to notice though, asking you if you were alright throughout the day. 

“Jun, really I’m fine. Please just go do your own things, I’m sure you’re really busy. I’ll see you tomorrow, last day whoo!” Ugh, even you could tell your enthusiasm was fake as hell. Jun obviously didn’t seem convinced.

“Well okay, even though I really don’t believe you. But hey, if this was about this morning’s stuff. Sorry, I didn’t say anything about it but I thought it would lessen the awkwardness. But don’t take anything too seriously, it was all for show don’t worry. Forget it ever happened.” The more Jun talked, the more he was breaking your heart into millions of pieces. As much as you expected it, the outright rejection even before you confessed hurt so freaking much. 

Struggling to hold back your tears, you gave a small smile nodded, and ran out the door, ignoring the calls of Jun from behind you.

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You couldn’t help it, you decided to close off your emotions while going to work the next day. You didn’t want to admit it, but you spent a large majority of your evening the previous day crying your heart out. It was stupid, falling for someone you knew you would never have a chance with, but you let yourself have a night of self-pity and giving into your emotions.

However, Jun, being ever observant, noticed the drastic change in your behaviour. The two of you usually spent your breaks together, joking with the stylists or going through scenes, but when you tried to excuse yourself to go to your private dressing room for the third time today, he caught your arm at the last minute and pulled you back, frowning.

“Don’t even try to bullshit me anymore Y/N. I am really hurt you think I’m an idiot. What is going on? Why are you acting like this?” You pulled your arm away from his hand, ignoring the feeling you got while he was touching you. You gave a nervous laugh which you hope was convincing as your mind raced through different excuses to see which was the most believable.

“I’m not trying to test your stupidity, Jun. I really am okay, I guess I’m currently feeling a bit weird because you know, it’s our last day and since it’s my first ever acting role, I’m gonna miss it. Didn’t think I’d get attached this quickly but I did.” You sigh out, only half lying. You were gonna miss coming to set every day, and of course, working with everyone here. 

Fortunately, Jun seemed to believe you. He smiles and pats your head as though you were a child. You inwardly cringed, nothing hurts more than your crush thinking of you as a little sister or something. But your director saved you from making any more (very awkward) conversation by calling the both of you to the next scene. 

“And with that, thank you, everybody, it’s a wrap!” Everyone around you started cheering, some of the staff even brought out a small cake for Jun and you. You couldn’t help but shed a few tears, you couldn’t believe your once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was coming to an end. Jun noticed you crying and placed an arm around you, letting you hide your face in his chest. The staff all aww-ed at the sight of the both of you, and you continued hiding your face so that everyone couldn’t see your blushing face. 

“Okay, let’s all head to eat dinner together, one last time, and here’s the best part: it’s on me!” Yelled the director and everyone began to celebrate. One by one they made their way out of the room, indistinct chatter getting louder. You called out just as the last few people were leaving, Jun included. 

“Hey, not trying to be a party pooper but you guys go ahead. I had a bad night and I’m really tired. I’ll head home to catch up on sleep. Don’t worry I’ll meet you guys another time. Have fun!” You gave a small smile and gestured at them to leave. Jun looked like he was about to object and say something, but studied your face for a second then decided not to and left. 

Once you no longer heard the sound of footsteps, you finally let out all the emotions which had been plaguing you for the entire day. This would be the last time you’ll ever be here, and you wanted to put aside your feelings together with the whole experience. Just give me this moment to be weak, I’ll never cry over him after. 

“Y/N?” A voice cuts through your mini sobbing party. You panic, trying to wipe your tears dry and come up with a reasonable explanation as to why you were having a breakdown in the middle of the set. To your absolute horror, the voice belonged to Jun. 

Unable to take it anymore, you started crying again. However, this time you were crying so hard it was really ugly sobs and heaving because you were losing the ability to breathe properly. 

“Y/N please, don’t cry. What happened, I promise I’ll help you fix it. Everything would be okay. I know this feeling is sad, but I’m sure you’ll have more opportunities in the future, and it’s not like you can’t meet these people again. Please stop crying, it hurts me so much to see you like this.” Jun was hugging you, there was no denying the arms around your chest. He was running his hands up and down your back, trying to soothe you and you swear he just kissed your hair. 

Instead of helping you, you broke down into even harder crying. How? How does he act so well? From his actions, you desperately want to think that Jun cares, but your brain tells you not to ignore reality. Jun really seems concerned now, and since you kind of want to remain friends with him, you try your best to calm yourself down. 

“Uh. sorry about that. I’m sorry you had to see me like this. I thought you went for dinner?” You attempted to give a smile, but in all your tears, it was pathetic at best. Jun looked even more pained and hugged you tighter. Ignoring the ache in your heart, you continued. “You know me, just being all emotional. I mean you probably are used to it, but it’s all so new to me. And I may not get another opportunity like this. I don’t think I’m that lucky.” 

“Y/N please, I know that isn’t the main reason as to why you’re crying as though someone broke your heart.” You grimaced, how could he guess so easily and see right through you? Jun immediately noted your reaction and continued, “So I’m correct, someone did break your heart. Who is it? Is it one of the people who worked with us? I swear I’ll kill him.”

“Stop it!” You scream, finally having enough. Jun looks shocked and takes a small step away from you, his arms leaving your shoulders where he was rubbing them comfortingly. “How cruel can you be? You’re an amazing actor I know, but isn’t it a bit too mean? To play with my feelings like this? If this is how you wanna treat me then I’d rather you treat me with that cold indifference you had on the first day we met. At least then I’d know my feeling for you are completely one-sided and stupid. At least let me move on alright since I won’t ever see you again.” Now it’s Jun’s turn to look confused. He takes another step towards you and uses his hand to lift your face which was looking at the floor.

“Wait, did you just confess to me? You like me too? I thought I was the crazy one for feeling that way for you, how could anyone like me after I treated them like shit, especially on the first day they meet their idol. I meant everything I said yesterday during filming. Seeing you run off to cry during the spinning affected me a lot more than I thought it would. So I decided to let down my barriers for once and help you out. From there, falling for you was so natural, but I felt like an idiot for saying not to get any ideas, so I tried to brush off my confession. I didn’t want you to feel burdened by my words and feelings, so I thought pretending nothing happened would be the best course of action. Apparently, I was very wrong though.” Towards the end of his speech, Jun’s smile slowly got bigger as he tugged you closer and closer towards him, his arms around your waist. 

“So can we do this now for real?” He shyly asks before pecking you softly on your lips. 

Your face turns crimson red and you hug him tighter, burying your face into his chest. Jun laughs adorably and the vibrations of his chest cause you to look back up at him. Then he scratches the back of his neck and Wen Junhui looks nervous?

“You know, the reason why I keep my life private, was because I didn’t want the media to find out all these embarrassing things about me. Like how I’ve never actually dated anyone before and therefore I am completely lost in the relationship department.” He grins sheepishly in the end, causing your entire heart to explode. 

The both of you agree to take things slow, it’s not like you had that much experience either. For starters, you were gonna go for the team dinner tonight. As a couple. (In secret of course) 

Jun stretches his arms out, indicating to the door. However, the moment you grabbed it, he pulls you back into the warmest hug ever. The both of you stay like that for a long time, enjoying how it felt to be in each other’s arms for real finally. 

He then kisses you lightly, blushing hard. Before you could even react, he says “Race you!” and runs out of the door. Smiling, you started running to keep up with him.

- 

It’s been a month since you got together, but today standing next to him your nerves were still spiraling out of control. Why? Because you were currently holding on to your boyfriend’s arm on the red carpet premiere of said boyfriend’s new movie. It was your first-ever red carpet event and furthermore, it was the first public appearance of both of you together. Sensing your nervousness, Jun placed his arms over yours and gave you a reassuring smile. 

“Jun-ssi, can you tell us about the beautiful lady on your arm tonight? If I am not mistaken, she was your co-star from the recent MV you filmed?” Jun smiled at the interviewer, that charismatic smile that made you fall in love with him through a screen all those years ago. You still couldn’t believe the fact that you were looking at it in real life really. Jun looked at you again before answering, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yes, this is Y/N, she’s so amazingly talented and I had no choice but to fall for her while I was filming. She makes me want to be a better person every day.” 

Would the ground just swallow you up, you couldn’t handle what Jun was saying to millions of people worldwide. The interviewer actually looks surprised at his response, you’re sure he was expecting Jun to deflect the question as usual. He quickly regains his composure, and actually turns to you. 

“Hi Miss Y/N, pleasure to meet you this evening, now I’m sure everyone is dying to know more about you. Would you like to say a few words?” After a reassuring squeeze from your boyfriend, you started out shakily before gaining more confidence. 

“Uh, hi everyone, I’m Y/N. I just started acting with the MV I shot with Jun butttt, I do have a mini web series coming up next month on Viu and many more exciting projects lined up! Hope you’ll all anticipate them and also please support Jun’s new movie today!” You smiled at the end and bowed towards the camera. 

Once you stood up again, Jun took you by surprise, kissing you sweetly at the side of your head and grins. 

“That’s my girl.”

THE END

Note: Aaaaaargh, finally done with this mini series! This was a really loooong chapter but I really had to get their story out! Please check out my other fics here :)

[actuallybarb]

The Aftermath ~ Part 7

Summary: y/n goes to therapy, is a confirmed hoodie stealer, and gets a pep talk from sam wilson and wanda maximoff

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, trauma, me attempting to write a therapy session 

Word Count: 3850

A/N: so many things. 1) i’ve never been to therapy (even tho i desperately need it) so i’m solely basing that off of Freaky Friday with Lindsay Lohan. 2) i live for sleepy tropes and i hella indulged. 3) sorry not sorry

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“Your projects are due next Monday. Have one partner email me who your group is working with, and no, Mr. Thompson, you can’t work with students from other periods. Class dismissed.”

“Want to work together?”

We had been going to class together for a month now, but it always seemed like Peter was surprised whenever he saw me sitting next to him. Maybe it wasn’t surprise...

“Yeah. When do you want to work on it?” I shoved my notes into my already disorderly backpack and slung it over my shoulders. It was starting to get colder in New York, but I was still wearing t-shirts and shorts (mostly because I could keep myself warm and also because I’m stubborn as hell).

“Thursday? Or do you want to start sooner than that?”

“No, I can do Thursday. Are you going to the compound this weekend?” It wasn’t more than a whisper, but I still checked who was around before asking. You can never be too careful.

“Yeah, May’s driving me up after school on Friday. Want a ride?”

I smiled. “That’d be nice.” People were slowly making their way out of the building to head home for the day, but I was heading to Manhattan.

“You going home?”

“No, I’m seeing my shrink. I’ll see you tomorrow, Peter.”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He turned right, I turned left, and I might have turned around and glanced back at him over my shoulder, just for a second.

But so did he.

/////////

Taylor’s office had a billion plants and as many windows in it. She always had a candle burning that smelled like clean laundry, and she liked to talk first whenever we met up. That’s why I liked her so much.

“Remember my crazy neighbor’s dog?” She was watering one of her plants when I walked in. “Guess who I accidentally ran over?”

“You ran over a dog?” I left my backpack by the door and grabbed my own watering can.

“No, not the dog. I ran over my neighbor while he was chasing after the dog.”

I laughed. “Like that’s much better.”

“Running over a dog is unforgivable, Y/N. A person is understandable.” We finished watering the plants then sat down at the huge floor-to-ceiling window that took up her back wall. Another reason I liked Taylor: I actually do stuff while I’m talking with her. It’s not like I’m sitting on a couch staring at her while I talk about my feelings, we’re on equal ground. The last couple visits I’ve worked on painting New York, but I haven’t made much progress because I’m a shit painter. “That’s not the point,” Taylor would say, “it’s all about going with it. Be a shit painter. Own it.” Yeah, we get along great.

“No more panic attacks since the first day.”

“Yeah? That’s great.” Unlike me, Taylor is a phenomenal painter. Her skyline had identifiable buildings. Mine had — I think one looks more like a tree than a building. (That’s one huge tree.) “Any nightmares?”

Oh. We’re going there today. “Just on bad days.”

“How often are the bad days?”

After the Blip and before Europe, my bad days went from every day to maybe once a week. Then Europe fucked me over. Now? I don’t know. “Whenever they feel like it.”

“C’mon, Y/N, you can do better than that.”

I rolled my eyes and groaned. “It’s not like it’s a cycle, like the moon or a period or our meetings. It’s sporadic, Taylor, and fucking exhausting.”

“Why? Why are the bad days so exhausting?”

I may or may not have angrily made a bird smash against a window in my painting. “Because I’m the only one who knows. Mom guesses, most of the time, but it’s like she’s still dancing around me. Dad sees it when he’s home, but he doesn’t know what to do. And—“ I almost said ‘and Peter.’ That would’ve been awkward. “And my friends make it better, but they’ve got their own shit to deal with, and I don’t want to dump any of my problems on them. And I know you’re going to say ‘Internalizing your pain is bad, Y/N,’ but it’s the only solution I can handle right now until I muster up the courage to actually talk to my mom again. I mean, last time I needed Jess by my side, how the hell am I going to handle it without her?”

“For starters, I’m proud of you for acknowledging the way to address the problem. And secondly, you don’t have to do it by yourself. I’ve actually been wanting to have another session with your parents, and now seems like as good of a time as any. Bring them around for your next session, and we’ll talk to them, together, about how you can get through bad days with their help. Okay?”

My lips quirked up, just a smidge. “Okay.”

“Now let’s talk about King T’Challa’s new suit, you can’t pretend you don’t have an opinion on it...”

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It was a bad day.

Which sucked, because it was also Thursday, and Peter was supposed to be over in half an hour to work on our project. And I was a mess.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Mom called from the living room. Her elementary school got out twenty minutes before Midtown, so she usually beat me home. “How was school?”

“It’s a bad day,” was all I said before I closed the door to my room. I didn’t slam it (not anymore) but I didn’t know anything else. I couldn’t tell if I wanted a nap, I couldn’t tell if I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, I couldn’t tell if I wanted to fly from rooftop to rooftop until I was too exhausted to come home; I didn’t know. Which sucked, because I’m the only one who could’ve told me the answer.

The was a light knock on my door. “Can I come in?” I didn’t respond, so Mom walked in. “Mind me asking why today was bad?” I still didn’t say anything, my face buried in my pillow. She sat at the edge of my bed, near my knees. “I can usually tell, you know.” It was a hushed voice that came out of her mouth - nothing like the loud and loving woman I’ve known almost my whole life. “You do a good job of trying to cover it up, but I can tell. Your shoulders are tenser than usual, and your eyebrows are crinkled together the second you step out of your room.” She sighed and put a hand on my back - her hands are always warm and usually smell like hand sanitizer from Bath and Body Works because she refuses to use the government-issued ones at school. “You dad and I have no idea what you went through while we were gone. We have no idea what you went through in Europe. But we’re here for you now, Y/N. You carry this weight around with you, and I just — I want you to know that you have people to share it with. Maybe not the weight itself, but the pain it’s causing you.” She removed her hand and set both of them in her lap. “I don’t know how to make the bad days better, so I need you to tell me when you’re ready. I’m here for you, baby.” She leaned down and kissed my head, then stood up and started walking toward the door.

When her hand was on the knob, I finally spoke up. “Thank you.” It was barely a grumble, but she heard it.

The door closed quietly, and I finally decided what I wanted to do.

Cry. I cried. For at least twenty minutes. I cried because of my abilities, I cried because I lost Jess as a mom, I cried because I went to Europe, I cried because Quentin Beck was an asshole that fucked up my mental state for probably the rest of my life, I cried because I killed a lot of people, I cried because now I was friends with Peter but at what cost?

He showed up, eventually. I heard him knock on the front door as I blew my nose. Mom, bless her soul, kept him distracted until I came out of my room myself. It took me another twenty minutes to finally convince myself to leave my room, and at that point I was too exhausted to keep myself warm anymore, so the cold breeze blowing through New York hit me in full force. I slipped a hoodie on, grabbed my backpack, and took a deep breath before opening the door.

Peter was sitting at the counter while Mom washed the dishes from breakfast this morning. She was back to talking loud, and he was listening with a smile on his face. My door closed and his eyes immediately darted to me. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Pete. Is it okay if we’re in the living room?”

Mom glanced between the two of us and tried to hide her little smile, but at least one of us caught it. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be in the office if you need anything.”

He must’ve noticed my bloodshot eyes; he couldn’t stop staring. “Is that my hoodie?”

Shit. Is it? I glanced down at the Midtown Tech logo and remembered getting drenched at the compound after the sprinklers unexpectedly came on. Then Peter gave me his hoodie. “Shit, yeah, it is.” I pulled on the sleeves to take it off, but he shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it, I have at least two more at home.” He pulled out his laptop and it was suddenly back to business. “Any ideas how we’re going to do this?”

We bounced ideas off of each other until we came to a rough draft, but it was getting later, and bad days always get worse at night.

“Shit, is it ten already?” Peter started gathering his things and stuffing them in his bag. “I told May I’d be home by ten, I hate being late.”

I pulled out my phone and sent May a quick text; we’ve had each other’s numbers since my first weekend at the compound. We lost track of time, he’s heading home now.

I figured. See you tomorrow :)

Peter stood up and started walking toward the door, and I followed him. I had spoken maybe twenty sentences the whole time (it’s a miracle we got this far in the project) but I couldn’t convince myself to say anything else before he left. And I wanted to. But I also wanted to cave in on myself — and we both know which option was winning that battle.

“Do you need a hug?” He basically had one foot out the door, but he turned around and asked me this.

“What?”

“Your heartbeat — it’s been off all day. And it still is right now, and — Do you need a hug?”

God, he was perfect. And I was so gone.

All I needed all day was a goddamn hug, and now he’s offering one, and tears started brimming in my eyes before I could even nod yes. He was so warm, and his voice flitted around in his chest, and I would’ve felt bad about getting tears on his shirt, except I didn’t care anymore. All I cared about was how the weight on my shoulders lifted when Peter Parker’s arms were wrapped around them.

“Are you going to be okay?” he mumbled in my hair. I only nodded again. “Okay.” He slowly loosened his grip, but not before he left a quick kiss on my head. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Another nod. “See you tomorrow.”

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Peter was going crazy. Since we hadn’t found any footage that could clear Spider-Man’s name without incriminating Peter he wasn’t allowed out as his alter-ego. And he was literally climbing the walls of the compound.

I was blowing gusts of air at him, trying to knock him down from the ceiling. We had officially finished our project only twenty minutes before, so I pulled up the EDITH footage from London, trying to think of how to clear Spider-Man’s name.

And then it hit me.

“Oh my god.” I ran to the computer and started typing away furiously. “I think I figured it out.”

He came back to the ground. “Figured what out?”

“We can just use the audio file from the video. Then your face doesn’t have to be in it at all.”

I found the file and played it over the speakers.

“EDITH! Turn off the drones.”

“Should I execute all cancellation protocols?”

“Yes, execute them all.”

It was perfect. Exactly what we needed.

“Peter.” I turned to him with a huge smile on my face. “This can save Spider-Man.”

“This can save Spider-Man,” he repeated. “Shit, Y/N, you just saved Spider-Man.” He wrapped his arms around me tightly and lifted me in the air, his laugh ringing in my ear. “I can still be Spider-Man!”

I laughed along with him. He set me down after a minute, but we were still standing unbelievably close together. One minuscule step forward and my lips would be on his. His heart beat jumped, and so did mine, but he didn’t pull away. Neither of us pulled away.

His tilted his head and kissed my cheek (which I still freaked out over) and then took a step back.

“We have to call Pepper and tell her.”

“Yeah, yeah.” FRIDAY started the call and Pepper was over the moon.

“We’ll get a press conference set up for tomorrow, and I’ll work on a statement. Peter,” this was the sternest I had ever heard her - even more serious than when she was talking to Morgan, “I know this is all good news, but you have to wait to be Spider-Man still. All of this press has to die down first before you can go out in the open again, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Potts.”

“Okay. I’ll see you two bright and early tomorrow.”

She hung up and Peter hugged me again. This one was way more subdued than the last one. “Thank you, Y/N,” he mumbled into my neck.

“You’re welcome, Pete.”

//////////

The press conference went well, according to Rhodey. “I think most of them were relieved to know Spider-Man’s not actually a murderer.” Everyone was dying to have Spider-Man come out and answer questions, but Pepper insisted no questions were being taken at that time, or ever.

MJ called Peter after the press conference was released to the public, and they talked for what felt like forever. The second he got the call I went to the training room: to distract myself or actually train, well, it doesn’t matter because both were done.

A simulation droid was about to “kill” me, but red magic tore it apart at the last second.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Are you okay?”

I shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because Peter’s been talking on the phone for the same time you’ve been in here.” Wanda gave me a knowing look. You forget that she can read minds because she’s not invasive about it, but she’s always there, holding the information to either back you up or tear you down.

I sighed. “He’s talking to MJ. And I know there’s a high possibility that they’ll get back together but a part of me is hoping they won’t.”

“So you can be with him instead.” I gave a small nod. “Don’t give up yet, Y/N. I see the way he looks at you. You might have more of a chance than you think.”

“She’s right, kid.”

I jumped in surprise. “How long have you been listening?”

Sam smiled from the observation deck of the training room. “Long enough. Boys are stupid, they need all the help they can get.”

“I’ve given him plenty of help already. Literally.”

“Haha, very funny.” He rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. If it doesn’t work out with MJ, shoot your shot. I have a feeling you won’t be disappointed.” He winked before leaving, and Wanda followed suit.

I rolled my eyes before telling FRIDAY to pick another random simulation. “Make it a good one.” And, boy, did she. It was the hardest one yet, and all of my concentration was going into it. I was so focused I didn’t even notice Peter walk in until after I had won.

“Damn.”

I turned quickly to see him standing near the door, his hands in his pockets. “Hey. How’d it go?”

“It was okay. She saw the news.”

“But…”

“But it’s not happening. I-“ he looked down at the ground, “I can’t trust her. Not when she lost trust in me. And I- I think I’m interested in someone else.”

I nodded along. I tried to keep my heart as normal as possible but it was beating too hard from my adrenaline to be controllable; I’m almost positive Peter heard it jump at the news. “That’s understandable. Who’s the, uh, the someone else?” God, please be me.

Peter’s lips twitched up to a small smile. “You’ll find out eventually.” He stepped further into the room and relaxed a bit. “Want to do a round together?”

I wanted to. I really wanted to. But I was exhausted, and I think I pulled a muscle, and I could already feel bruises forming where I ungracefully fell on my side. So I just shook my head. “Some other time.”

My room had a bathroom attached to it, and that’s where I spent the next half hour, standing under the blazing hot water coming from the shower. Once I convinced myself to actually get out and change into pajamas, I grabbed my laptop and climbed into bed. I was going home tomorrow, I deserved a few hours of shuteye.

Then someone knocked on my door and ruined the whole ambiance.

“Oh, you’re - I was just - I’ll just go.”

“No, Peter, what’s up?”

He was standing there, hair damp from the shower, black t-shirt and flannel pajama pants on, looking hot as ever. “I was going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie, but you’re already in bed, so never mind.” He turned to walk away, and I almost let him because I was on-my-ass exhausted, but I didn’t. I couldn’t, not when he looked like that (soft, but also hot as fuck).

“Come on.” He turned, and I opened the door wider. “I was about to watch Gilmore Girls, but we can watch a movie if you want.” I pulled back the covers and left plenty of room for Peter to sit beside me.

“We can watch Gilmore Girls, I don’t mind.”

The second I pressed ‘play’ on the third episode was the second my eyes could barely stay open any longer. I tried so hard to watch Jess win Rory back, but sleep caught up with me and I let it win. I used Peter’s shoulder as a pillow and decided sleep was a battle I didn’t mind losing.

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I woke up to my alarm, but as quickly as my eyes opened, Peter’s arm pulled me closer to him. I was too tired to feel embarrassed or excited about the fact that Peter Parker was in my bed with an arm wrapped around me. All I wanted to was to turn off my alarm and go back to bed, but my dad was picking me and Peter up in two hours and I wanted to bully Sam into making me pancakes again.

“Let go, Peter,” I ended up mumbling, “I have to turn the alarm off.” He moved his arm off and I sat up and grabbed my phone. “I’m getting breakfast.”

It must’ve been my lucky day, because Sam and Bucky were in the kitchen. “‘Morning, sunshine. Sleep okay?” I looked at Sam with a hard glare, and he laughed. Of course he knew Peter was with me, FRIDAY knows everything.

I sat next to Bucky and thought of fluffy pancakes to ward off my burning hatred for Captain America. “Sam, how much do you love me?”

“Depends on what you’re willing to give me in exchange for the pancakes.”

Of course he already knew my move. Typical.

“I’ll delete half of the embarrassing footage of you saved in FRIDAY’s hard-drive.”

Sam looked at Bucky suddenly, extremely confused. “I thought that was done months ago.”

He just shrugged and drank his coffee. “Must not’ve gone deep enough. Good thing Y/N is here to catch it.”

Sam glanced between the two of us and sighed. “Okay, fine, I’ll make you some stupid pancakes.”

I smiled, then Bucky slipped me ten dollars under the counter and whispered, “Save me the footage.” I winked back.

“Can I have some too?” Peter, soft as hell, came into the kitchen and sat beside me. (His knee was brushing up against mine.)

“Only if you have something to offer.” Sam liked us, I know he did (that’s part of the embarrassing footage FRIDAY has saved) but he was usually a dick to us - anyone who wasn’t Bucky (and even then) - in the morning. It was always playful banter, but we knew not to step too far before eleven o’clock.

“I promise not to test out my new long-lasting webs on anything you own.”

“Deal.”

The pancakes were delicious (“hell yeah they were, I don’t mess around with pancakes”) but my dad was at the compound before we knew it, and it was time to face reality again.

“I saw the press conference,” Dad said when we sat down in the back, “and everything was very convincing. Congrats on getting to be Spider-Man again, Peter.”

He beamed. “Thanks, Mr. Y/L/N. Anything exciting happen at the hospital recently?”

They talked medical, while I sat back and listened to the engine. It covered up their hearts, but that didn’t matter, because both would’ve sent me right back to sleep. And it did.

We pulled up to Peter’s complex an hour and a half later. There were still plenty of daylight hours left, but we both left more homework to today than we would like to admit and neither of our parental figures would be pleased with that.

“See you tomorrow,” he said with a smile.

I smiled back, genuinely, (I was giving those out way more often now) and waved. “Bye.” Dad and I drove back and walked up to the apartment bumping shoulders. Our schedules didn’t line up very often because he was needed in the ER a lot of the time, but we always had a sort of silent understanding. He unlocked the door and let me in first, but when my eyes landed on the kitchen table, I stopped mid-step.

Blood. Everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, on Mom’s floral couch she claimed “added personality” to the living room. No one else was in the apartment, I could tell, but then it just raised more questions:

Who’s blood is everywhere?

Where the hell is Mom?

tags: @eridanuswave​ @vampirestrawberries​ 

[docstark]

Ignite (Avengers/Bucky Barnes Fanfiction) Chapter 2 - He Would Have Liked You

<<Previous Chapter

So this chapter is jumping staying in Doctor Stark's story and will slowly move into the more of a Bucky fanfiction. It's kind of my running story.

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of 18+ activities lol

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I managed to get control of my power and I made gauntlets so that I wasn’t getting massive internal arm injuries from the vibrations (Agent Coulson said that I probably used the last bit of vibranium that SHIELD had but as Fury didn’t want me to have broken arms…)

Long story short, my brother is Iron Man, I have powers, Captain America was found, and now after some thawing, a freak out in New York where he was taken to wake up in, Steve Rogers himself is now my patient….kind of. (I’m not a practicing doctor)

“I feel like we’ve met,” he said after a long silence.

“In a way we have,” I said as I looked over his blood work, “You knew my father.” His forehead wrinkled as he was looking at me like he was trying to place me with all the people that he once knew. “Of course, if you were to see my brother you would really see the young Howard Stark in him.”

“Stark? You’re Stark’s daughter?”

“Yep.”

“Is...Is he gone? Like everyone else?” He questioned looking at his feet.

“Both he and my mother died in ‘91,” I replied quietly, “Car crash, I was 15.”

“I’m-“

“It’s okay...it was a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier,” he said. I remembered hearing from Aunt Peggy how Steve had lost both of his parents as well and it wasn’t something that you want to have in common with someone, but at least he could understand what I went through. “Anyway, are you doing more tests today doc?”

“No, you’ve got as clean of a bill as a super soldier that has been frozen in the ice for nearly 70 years,” I replied, “Got some interesting data on myself as well…”

“On yourself?”

“Oh...it’s nothing,” I said, not meaning to have said that last part out loud. As a scientist it made me curious to see what my own altered gene sequence looked like to that of Captain America’s since both our serums came from the same doctor and the same time period. I honestly wasn’t expecting any huge similarities, but I was surprised that what had been altered in me had also been altered in him, but because of the way that the serum was meant to activate within my body it didn’t turn me into a super soldier, but a weapon.

“And Bucky used to call me a bad liar,” Steve said, crossing his arms and sitting back in his chair, “What’s going on doc?”

I sighed. He was going to find out sooner or later because of The Avengers Initiative that Fury was putting together, so I just told him everything.

“All for that fact that your brother was kidnapped?” he questioned, “You are a tough one and got heart doc…”

“Yeah, well my brother damn near killed me when he found out what I did,” I replied, “But I’m good with my choices. But this isn’t about me…I brought these from the old SSR storage…” I went to go grab the couple of boxes that I brought with me that morning but he beat me to them.

“Let me get those for you,” he said as he carried them over to the table.

“Thank you,” I said, “These boxes have some of your belongings that were stored away after you went missing.”

He opened the box and looked in, there were some old photos, a signed baseball, his father’s dog tags, his mother’s wedding ring. Small things that were squirrelled away from his Brooklyn apartment for if he were to be found again. “These were in storage this whole time?”

“Yeah, I’m going to guess that either my father or Agent Carter had this done,” I said as I reached into the box and pulled out a picture that caught my eye.

“It wouldn’t surprise me at all if Peggy had it done,” he said, looking at the compass that was sitting on the table by where he had been sitting.

“There are other things that belonged to you that aren't as personal that you can find in the Smithsonian,” I said, captivated by the man in the photo.

“He would have liked you,” Steve said looking over my shoulder.

“What?”

“Bucky…he would have liked you,” he said pointing to the picture.

“This is a much better picture than the memorial one that they have in the museum,” I said as Steve and I sat down, “He has playful eyes…”

He snorted. “Oh you have no idea...he knew just how to make everyone feel happy even on the worst days, but when he was around others...oh and women could not get enough of him. Though thinking about it now he was actually quite picky.”

“Man, romance did die in the 40s,” I said lulling my head back as I put the picture back in the box.

He chuckled. “Guys today not what you wish they were?”

“I get more satisfaction from my hand then men nowadays…” There was a silence in the room and I looked at Steve whose ears were now a bright shade of red. “Sorry…”

“It’s fine…”

A FEW DAYS LATER

“You didn’t,” Natasha said as she blocked my punch.

“As you well know, don’t ask me questions you don’t want an honest answer to,” I replied as we continued to spar. As we did so I managed to grab her arm, twist it and use her own leg to give me a little extra leverage to jump and get my legs around her neck and flip her over.

“Good god, woman…” she said, landing with an oomph.

“I’ve been getting some tips from Agent May,” I said with a cheeky grin, “You are the one that told me not to always rely on my powers.”

She sat up and looked up at me. “Want to play it that way huh?”

“Oh shit…”

After getting my ass thoroughly handed to me (though Nat did say that I did quite well), we hit the showers and after returned to our previous conversation...thanks to her.

“So what did he say after you said what you did?” she questioned as we stood at one of the Triskelion’s coffee stands.

“Who say about what?” I asked at first not catching on to what she was talking about.

“Steve….what did he say?”

“Oh, nothing...his ears turned bright red and I apologised, I forgot that in the 1940s they weren’t exactly open about that kind of stuff.”

She let out a snort. “Oh if only the 1940s could see us now!” she said sliding down the zipper of her jacket with a wink.

“You’re horrible,” I said nudging her with my elbow.

“Anyway, what about that guy that you just broke up with?”

“Kevin?” I asked, wrinkling my nose, “For starters, he broke up with me.”

“Excuse me?”

I just shrugged. “He wasn’t worth the time anyway. He only cared about what I could do for his dick, and not what his dick could do for me. No satisfaction what-so-ever...always ended up sneaking off to the bathroom to get off.”

“I hate that...he’s losing out though,” she said as we grabbed our coffee and headed down the hall.

“I don’t need a guy who leaves me feeling unsatisfied or that tells me that I work too much, or that-”

“He does know that you have 3 Phds and are the co-owner of a billion dollar company...right?”

“Must’ve slipped his mind…” I said shrugging.

“Ladies,” we looked and saw Fury as he walked over to us, arms tucked behind his back.

“Doctor, I saw your final report...is Rogers ready when if we need him,” he questioned.

“I think he is, whether or not he thinks he is will come down to what he does when a challenge is put in front of him,” I replied.

“Very well, are you leaving tonight or tomorrow?” he questioned.

“Tonight sir, I believe that Nat is leaving tonight as well, I finished my work with Captain Rogers, got my training in, and now I need to get back to Stark Tower so that Tony and Pepper don’t completely steal my thunder with the sustainable energy for the tower.”

“Very well...a Quinjet will be available for you to take whenever you are ready,” he said with a nod of his head, “Agent Romanoff...good luck on your mission.”

“Thank you sir,” she said.

He left us standing there and I just looked at her. “Did I just get debriefed?”

“In a subtle way, yes.”

“Agent Doctor Stark or Doctor Agent Stark?”

“None of the above….”

“Party-pooper.”

That evening I did find myself back at Stark Tower, at the very top in Tony’s “Home Away From Home”.

“You know Y/N, technically...you could live here,” Tony said as me, him, and Pepper sat on the couch putting making sure we had all our plans put together for when Tony when to connect the Arc Reactor to Stark Tower.

“So generous, but I like my garden,” I replied, “And I like feeling like a normal human being first thing in the morning.”

“Your house is so small,” he said.

“I’m sorry my 3,000 square ft house bothers you so,” I said, “But it’s my ‘small’ house and has all the upgrades that I need. If I ever need a bigger house I’ll just buy the house next door and evict the neighbors and build over onto that plot of land.” I thought Pepper’s head was gonna snap off her neck with as fast as she turned it when I said this. “I’m kidding Pep...cool your jets.”

“The two of you have deep enough pockets, forgive me if I get concerned sometimes,” she said with a chuckled.

“Nah, I like my neighbors...guy across the street is kind of creepy but-“

“Big brother need to step in and take care of him for you?” Tony teased earning an eyeroll.

“When I moved in there, Nancy, the neighbor to the right of me said he’s been the head of the neighborhood watch for 20 years or something like that,” I replied knowing that though he was teasing me, part of him was also serious, “He apparently didn’t like all the people that came in and out of the neighborhood when I was having the house upgraded with Stark Tech, the lab put in the basement, and then the security around the perimeter...I disrupted the peace.”

“Look at you, turning suburbia on its head,” he said.

“Alright you two, enough...let’s get this finished,” Pepper laughed.

Two nights later project clean Sustainability was a go.

“How’s it look big bro?” I asked as Tony flew back to the Tower as it lit up the New York skyline.

“Like Christmas, only more...us,” he replied.

As he landed I turned to Pepper. “I will leave you two to celebrate, I have other work that needs to be felt with.”

“What? N/N, stay and have some champagne,” Pepper said.

“No, you two celebrate. Date night for you two...enjoy.” I headed to the elevator and to my office where I was greeted by my Artificially Intelligent Digital Assistant or AIDA for short.

“Good evening, Doctor Stark. I would like to congratulate you on making Stark tower the first fully clean and sustainable building in the United States,” she said as I sat at my desk, “Also I am being informed by JARVIS that Agent Coulson is trying to get a hold of both you and Mr. Stark, should I put him through?”

I sighed. “If I don’t, he’ll probably just hack his way-“

*DING*

“Agent Coulson…”

"Doctor Stark, I'm sorry to interupt your evening but there is something urgent that we need dealt with," he said holding out a file to me. Opening the file I saw a picture of a familiar blue cube paperclipped to the top. "What do you know about the Tesseract?"

"Only what was in my father's files," I replied. By now there were five people that knew about the files that were given to my by Aunt Peggy. I knew I couldn't keep them a secret forever so I kept it down to:

Fury Coulson Nat Tony Pepper

Thanks to Pepper and her due dillagence, most of the files were now store electronically on an encrypted harddrive. Though there were somethings that were secret to only me.

"Good, in five minutes send what you have up to Mr. Stark," he replied, "The Tessaract was stolen by an Asgardian by the name of Loki. We will need your help on this....time for you to suit up."

As Coulson headed back to the elevator I went over to my computer and pulled up my files. 'Why my father ever fished that thing out of the ocean instead of throwing it back I will never understand....'

TO BE CONTINUED....

Chapter 3>>

[krreader]

under the same roof.

pairing: a.c.e x reader (platonic with hints of flirting) fandom: a.c.e warnings: language genre: fluff word count: 2.3k+

summary: your new neighbors were quite loud.. but it wasn’t until later that you found out why.

a/n: SO, as I’ve said this morning, this is going to be a little project of mine that will help both me and - hopefully - you guys. I want to write for underrated groups as well, but I unfortunately rarely get any requests for them and because I feel like the reason for that is because not a lot of people know about them, this is my solution. little, short stories that will hopefully get you kind of interested in the group. for starters, here is a.c.e, a group I’ve been listening to NON-STOP lately. the gifs are made from their most recent mv that you can find here, the entire group is filled with talent and if you have the time, please check them out and show them some love. I hope you enjoy this story and are looking forward to this project ♥ (ps: don’t worry, I won’t suddenly stop posting bts stuff or something like that lol, there will be another bts one - or about a single member of the group - tomorrow)

This apartment was everything you ever dreamed to have.

Sure, it wasn't necessarily the biggest with its 1.5 rooms plus bathroom, but it was enough for you and your needs.

And it wasn’t just the apartment itself, it was the area you were living that was definitely a lot better than where you had originally thought you'd end up with.

You had been looking for months, but all the apartments that were shown to you were in areas that you didn't feel comfortable in or the apartments were so run-down that you were afraid something would break upon touching it.

So you decided to invest a little more, but get something that you'd genuinely love coming back to at night.

And this was it.

If it.. weren't for the noisy neighbors that seemed to sing whenever they were at home.

The first day after getting your keys was fine, but maybe that was because after unpacking the first few boxes you had been so dead that you fell into your bed and fell asleep right away and didn’t hear anything else after that.

But on the second day you started hearing them. They were men.. more than one, probably even more than two, laughing, singing, screaming. And it was only then that you realized you maybe should have asked the landlord about the neighbors and about whether or not the walls were thin.

“If they're too loud you should just ask them to be quiet,” a friend of yours had come over after about a week of you staying in that apartment. She brought food and wine for you to celebrate your new place.

“I don't know, it could be worse I guess,” you shrugged, “I quite like their singing, actually..”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “Imagine them having girls over.. that would be worse.”

You both started giggling at the thought of that.. and because maybe you've both had a little bit too much wine. But you didn't suddenly become deaf. The moment you heard them again, you were both immediately quiet, you pointing at the wall and looking at your friend with that: “I told you!” expression.

“You know what, this is the perfect opportunity,” she gulped down her last bit of wine in one go, then got up and pulled you to your feet as well, “You haven't introduced yourself yet, right?”

“Wh..- What? No, I don't want to! Not now!”

“Come on, don't be rude, you've living next to them for a week and you haven’t even said hello yet. You should at least know what the men look like that keep you up at night,” she laughed, probably thinking about something completely different as she just dragged you along despite your prostest.

She cleared her voice, then knocked on the door, making you think that she might want to talk to them as well..

..but nope.

The moment she pulled back her hand, she ran back into your apartment like a child, completely ignoring your: “No, don't!”.

You should have known that she’d pull a stunt like this. She was drunk and she thought this was funny and maybe she even wanted to give you a little push to talk to new men, but this wasn’t it, sis. You weren’t in a good condition to meet new neighbors, they’d think you’re super weird knocking at their door in the middle of the night, wearing sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt.

“Open the door!” you hissed.

“I did,” a man chuckled.

Oh god, this was so humiliating.. even more so when you saw that, no, this wasn’t a guy in his late forties who gave up on life, but a very handsome young man that looked like he was in his prime.

"Uhm,” you started to fidget with your hands, “Hello.”

“Hi,” he laughed once again.

God. That's all you could think of. God.

But standing there like you were now, just staring at him, wasn’t a good idea either. You might as well introduce yourself.

“I'm.. (Y/N),” you cleared your voice, trying to be more confident as you slowly approached him, “I just moved into the apartment next to you. Well.. technically a week ago.”

“Ah, we thought someone new moved in.. I’m Jun.. nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

“Oh, we have a new neighbor?” another head peaked around the corner, smiling when he saw you, “It's nice to meet you! I’m Yuchan!”

“Nice.. to meet you too,” you smiled, “I’m (Y/N).”

And before you could say anything else, another man joined, but he just smiled at you and waved a little.

“So.. there’s three of you and I heard you sing quite a lot so.. are you guys a.. trio then?”

“There’s two more, actually, but they’re out having dinner right now.”

“Oh, wow.. so you’re an actual band, then?

They all hesitated. For a second you thought you had said something wrong, but then Jun started to smile and nod, but he didn't say anything else.

“Are we too loud?” Yuchan asked.

Should you lie? They were a band after all, so you could understand them singing.. and you liked it when they did.. but..-

“Well, it's fine throughout the day, but.. after midnight maybe..-”

“Sorry,” Jun immediately bowed, “We'll be more considerate from now on.”

“No, no, no, don't be formal with me, please,” you laughed and shook your head, “It's all good, really. I just thought I’d let you know.”

Before it could get awkward, your friend 'came to the rescue' – as she later called it – by opening the door again and saying: “What are you doing out there? The food's getting cold.”

And as you walked back inside your apartment, smiling at the three one last time, Donghun shoved his hands inside the pockets of his pants and grinned.

“So.. I’m going to say it first.. she’s super gorgeous.”

The other two boys just chuckled, shoving their fellow member back inside their own four walls.

That was the night you first met A.C.E.. without even knowing that they were A.C.E.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry,” you quickly rushed to the table all your friends were already waiting at, “I overslept.”

“Yeah, we already heard about the handsome, noisy neighbors that are the cause of your messed up sleep schedule,” a friend of yours laughed, “We assumed they were the reason.”

“Or maybe one of them decided to personally introduce himself to you last night?” another one said, making all of them giggle.

You just shook your head, but with a smile, “I worked late last night and.. well, it is true, they were being pretty loud again, so it was kind of hard to fall asleep at first.. but I think one of them is a vocalist. He has.. such a beautiful voice. It lulled me to sleep in the end.”

“How many did you say there were again?”

“Five. I met all of them at this point.. very nice guys, actually. And from what I can hear, really talented. They should be stars in my opinion.”

She narrowed her eyes at you, “Did you ever consider that they might be an idol group? And that maybe.. they’re already part of the industry?”

For some reason, none of them, not even you, thought about that before. 

Why? 

Because making it in the kpop industry was fucking hard.

“Oh my god, you're living in one of the nicest areas in Seoul! She's right, they could be idols!”

And then they all suddenly started talking over the other, bombarding you with both questions, as well as theories of who they could be and all you could do was stare and.. get confused by it all.

Until you interrupted them.

“Guys,” you put up your hands, “I'm glad you're all so interested in my neighbors, but I don't know anything about them except for their names and that they like to order take-away at night. If they’re an idol group, I unfortunately don’t know who they are.”

For a moment they just looked at you.. and then they continued, completely ignoring what you just said.

You weren’t able to answer deeply personal questions, because, again, you barely knew the guys.

At one point your head just fell back against the wall behind you, closing your eyes as you let them talk and talk and talk..

What you thought would be a nice brunch date with your girlfriends ended up in them making conspiracy theories and you leaving early, alone, despite protests, because they all suddenly wanted to personally meet your new neighbors.

You were so ready for your bed, Netflix and not seeing or talking to anybody else today.

But of course that wasn't on the menu.

Of course you ran into the topic of today.

Or at least one of them.

“Oh, hey,” Byeongkwan entered the elevator one floor above the one you got on with a gym bag over his shoulder and a football under his arm.

“Oh.. you play?”

“Not as much as I'd like to,” he chuckled, “Don't have a lot of free time anymore.”

You were just about to reply when you got a message from one of your friends that you had met earlier. You were thinking about ignoring it at first, but then you saw a picture that made you look a little closer at the phone screen.

A picture that included the same man that was standing next to you right now, no doubt.

“Okay, I narrowed it down. There's only so many boy groups with only five members. Do you recognize any of them?”

“Holy shit,” your eyes widened.

Byeongkwan looked a little taken aback, you immediately apologizing, but then he just laughed.

“It's fine. Good news, I hope?”

Good news? Good news that you were – now confirmed – living next to an idol group? An active one? One that seemed to be doing kind of well, actually?

What kind of news even were that?

None that you were expecting, that's for sure.

Before Byeongkwan could peak, you quickly shoved your phone back into your pocket, bowed and then rushed out of the elevator and into your apartment with only a quick goodbye.

“Wasn’t that.. our neighbor?” Sehyoon furrowed his eyebrows, having just disposed of the trash, so he had seen you rush away from his band member without any context.

“She was fine a moment ago.. I don't know what happened,” the younger member shrugged.

“Maybe she imagined you naked and then realized it wasn't a nice thought,” Byeongkwan gently hit his members chest, both of them laughing as they walked back into their own apartment.

And while they were laughing, you were starting to panic, which you didn't want to because.. so what that you were living next to them? That shouldn't change anything, right? Why was that a big deal to you all of a sudden when you didn’t even know who they were five minutes ago?

Yeah, you could now say: 'I'm living next to idols', but that wouldn't be a good idea, or conversations like the one you had today with your girlfriends would be more frequent and you were not looking forward to that. Then people would start to get very nosy, would show up here not because of you, but because of them and you didn't want that.

This was their space, maybe the only place where they could feel normal, at home and fully safe.

No, you shouldn't do anything differently than before and you shouldn't feel any different towards them. You should treat them the same as before, should be as respectful as before and not let it show that you knew who they were..

They were people. Just like you.

But.. very talented people.

And you couldn’t help yourself but to turn on YouTube instead of Netflix tonight and look for their music.

And the moment the song started playing and you heard them sing, you smiled.. because you heard this before.. ever since you moved in, they’ve been singing this song. 

They were working so hard, even in their free time, something that you could definitely confirm. But even if you weren’t living next to them and didn’t hear them practice all day long, it was clear from their dance videos and their performances.

They poured everything they had into their careers.

With a bit more digging, you found out that they maybe weren’t as big as some other artists or groups, but they still had a very loyal fanbase. And.. a really nice one from what you could see, that wasn’t always a given, unfortunately.

However, you never responded to your friend about what group it was. Whenever they’d ask, you’d answer that you didn’t know. Whenever they wanted to meet them, you said no.

Because there was no way you’d make them uncomfortable in any way, shape or form.

These boys were genuinely nice to you whenever you ran into them in the hallway, because you were nice and respectful towards them. These boys were practicing freely at home, because they knew nobody would record them and put it online. These boys were carefree here.. and you wouldn’t change that.

It was only a few months later that the topic of them being an idol group came up between you.

“Going to work?” you asked when you locked your door and saw all of them walking to the elevator.

“Yep. You too?”

“Yeah.. quite early, though, right?”

“We uh.. have a show tonight, actually,” Donghun was very careful with his words, but his members smiled encouragingly, “If you watch it.. cheer for us?”

And all you did was smile and reply: “Of course I will. You will do great.”

[jerkbitchidjitassbutt]

Hope To See You

Characters: Jensen x Reader

A/n: Thank you @our-jensen-ackles-love​ for this little bit of inspiration. I needed it. Single!Jensen (kind of set around season 4 in my mind). Warnings: Embarrassment? Cussing? Completely un-beta’d, all mistakes are mine (and I’m tired, so there’s probably some)

Who’s idea was this?

Who thought it was a good idea to move into a three-floor walk-up? On, like, the hottest day of the year? During the hottest part of the morning?

Finally, how on earth was it a smart decision to pack your “delicates” in a box instead of a trash bag like a normal human being? You know, one that could be tied and secured just in case said item happened to fall out of your grasp and down two flights of stairs? Also, who uses tape to make sure boxes don't open? The little foldy thing where you tuck the stupid flaps underneath each other is supposed to work to close the box. But no.

Because of your defective boxes—yes, it was the box’s fault—every bra and piece of lingerie you owned now littered the stairs of the new apartment building you were currently moving into after it bounced noisily down every step and spattered its contents everywhere as it vaulted off of every surface.

So here you were, rapidly attempting to gather your undergarments and praying to whomever was listening that your new neighbors wouldn’t peak out of their doors as you scattered passed.

This damn box managed to make it all the way to the bottom platform, so as you scrambled down the last flight of stairs with arms full of tit slingers and lacy nighties, the very last thing you wanted to see was perched on the bottom step staring dumbfounded at an array of women’s unmentionables.

A fucking gorgeous man with green eyes and perfectly tousled hair in a black t-shirt and jeans stood there with his mouth agape, “Uh… hi.” He uttered, an expression of what looked like a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

Blowing some of the hair that had managed to fall from your ponytail out of your face, you responded, “Hey. Hi. Hi.” Not entirely sure how many times you were supposed to say hello in a typical greeting, but whatevs.

His eyes stared into yours for a heavy moment before he spoke again, “Do you—do you need a hand?” Adonis dude asked.

“Um… I just kind of need that box right there.” You pointed toward the dilapidated piece of cardboard that was crumpled next to his feet.

As he bent down to retrieve it a fleeting image passed through your head of this guy leisurely walking towards the staircase twirling his keys when an explosion of lace and padding flew at him from all directions.

He unfolded the now flattened box and did the foldy thing “correctly” and allowed you to dump your armful of embarrassment into it. He graciously held the box while you hastily gathered the last few pieces and all too quickly tried to close the stupid defective thing. Granted, it seemed like he was attempting to fixate his eyesight anywhere but the thing in his hand, so at least he was gentlemanly.

You straightened your now sweat drenched tank top and brushed the hair from your eyes, “Thank you. Sorry about that.”

He laughed. Damn, how is a laugh that sexy?

“Its okay, really. Its just not everyday I come home to such interesting step decorations.”  

“Yeah.” You snickered, taking the box from his arms. “Interesting is definitely the word to describe this.”

“I’d offer to carry that for you, but uh…”

“No, that’s okay.” You huffed it onto your hip. “I’ve got it this time. I’m just going to keep both hands on it now.”

The two of you began trekking up the stairs side by side when he turned to you, “I’m Jensen, by the way.”

“Hi. I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you. What apartment are you moving into?”

“3B.”

“Oh, cool. We’ll be neighbors.”

“Really?” you said, hoping to sound cool and collected, but it came out more regretful than you’d hoped.

He—Jensen, you reminded yourself—chuckled dryly and raised an eyebrow, “Do I seem that bad already?”

“No!” you all but yelled. “No, not at all. I’m sorry, that’s not how I meant that.” Damnit. Fuck. Son of a bitch. “I, uh… I’m just a little embarrassed that I’ll have to relive this awkward moment for at least a one year lease.”

“Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens.” He tried.

“Does it, now? Do you often see women slewing their most private clothing items across a very public part of their new building?” you said with a smirk, keeping your tone as light as you could to hide the dread at the recent memory.

“Well, no… but if it helps I’ll hang my laundry outside to dry if you’d like.”

You couldn’t help the giggled that escaped your lips, “Not necessary, honest. But, if you don’t mind, lets just never mention this again, please?” you asked as you reached your door, dropping the box on the ground by your feet.

“I don't know, Y/n. I may just need some conversation starters with the neighbors.”

When you whipped your head around, he was already holding his hands up in surrender, “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I won’t say anything, I swear.”

“Thanks. And thanks again for the help, Jensen—“

“Ackles.” He replied, extending a hand.

“Y/l/n.” you said, sighing a bit too deeply when his hand enveloped yours, the warmth of him seeping into your already flushed skin.

He smiled, one that made his plump lips fuse together and his dimples appear at the corners of his mouth. Of course. This is the guy that had to witness the dumpster fire that you were right now; sweating like a swamp dragon in cutoff shorts and your music festival tank top from last year and muddy chuck taylors.

When he released your sweaty palm, you opened your grey door and shoved the box of incriminating garments into your foyer, next to the plethora of other boxes you’d already brought up.

“Do you need any help bringing up your other stuff? I’m happy to help.” Jensen offered, still standing in the breezeway.

“That was actually the last box.,” you answered, shoving your hands into your pockets. “My new job hired movers for the other stuff. It got here yesterday.”

“Is that what brings you here? A new job?”

“Yeah. From the U.S. to Vancouver. Working on a show called ‘Supernatural’. I actually haven’t even seen it. My last boss recommended me for a job opening, and I guess they had a spot they desperately needed to fill, so here I am. Didn’t even have much time to research before I had to pack up and get here. I was going to binge the first season later.”

Jensen’s cheeks flushed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck shyly, “Oh, yeah. I’ve—I’ve heard of it. Let me know what you think.”

“I’ve been hearing about it since it came out a few years ago, just never got around to watching it. I’m sure I’ll love it.”

He rocked back on his heels and huffed the air from his cheeks, “Well, if you need anything, just let me know.” He began walking backwards before turning to the door directly across from yours.

“I will. Thanks, Jensen.”

“It was really nice to meet you, Y/n.” he grinned, his smile a bit too flirty to be friendly, if you were to say so yourself.

As he shut his door, you released a deep breath and let yourself into your new apartment, a bit more excited about the new chapter you were starting.

...

Later that night, after you’d mostly finished unpacking and had a very long shower, you were seated on your familiar couch with a glass of wine. Your old boss hooked you up with a copy of the first season DVDs from his own collection, so you slid it out of the small paper case and inserted the silver disc with “season 1, eps 1-5” written on it in permanent marker.

Once you pressed ‘play’, you were quickly enthralled—and heartbroken—as you saw a young father thrust a baby into another young boys arms.

“Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Don't look back. Now, Dean. Go!”

Then, about four minutes later, you were watching as Sam had a scuffle with an intruder in his apartment.

“Wait a minute.” You whispered into the empty of your own apartment.

“Easy there tiger.”

“Holy shit! That's—” You exclaimed.

After a few more scenes, you couldn’t stand it any longer.

You padded to the door in your fuzzy slippers and pj’s and flung it open, not entirely sure what you were planning to do.

Once it swung with force, you stepped into the breezeway to see a small basket sitting by your doormat. In it was a bottle of red wine, a map of Vancouver, a blanket, and a brand new copy of the first season of Supernatural, this time with a case showcasing the main actors on the sleeve cover. One of whom you now recognized as your neighbor.

An envelope sat atop the gift with a small piece of cardstock enclosed.

Y/n,

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I don't know if it was because I didn't want to scare you or if it was because I was hoping to get to know you before the ‘actor’ title set in. Meeting you today was probably one of the most interesting and exciting things to happen to me in a while. I didn’t know someone could look so beautiful flustered and stumbling down the stairs after runaway undergarments.

I’d love to take you out to dinner tomorrow night to tell you about the show and Vancouver—and, if you’re interested, we can get to know one another as well. If you’re available, I’ll meet you downstairs at 7:30.

I hope to see you.

-Jensen

“Son of a bitch.”

You picked up the basket, ran back inside, and immediately gathered an outfit for tomorrow night. Once it was laid out, you raced back to your couch and pressed play, a new spark igniting in your chest each time “Dean” appeared on your screen. 

[iwantthedean]

A New Fall

Graphic courtesy of @atc74.

Part Three: Granny Smith. Tart and crisp. 

Summary: Jensen spends more time around town. Y/N makes an effort to keep the farm in the family name.  Pairing: None … yet. Word Count: 2198 Warnings: Set post-Season 15, which I know makes a lot of people sad to think about. Square Filled: This entire series will fill my proposal square for BTZ Bingo.

A/N: Thank you for the continued support! I am loving writing this series :)

Masterlist

You spent the weekend more or less not speaking to anyone, just baking away your frustration. Jensen’s deceit hung heavy in your mind and sent you through a maze of emotions: sadness, disappointment, anger. Sad because someone was actually going to make an offer on the farm -- one you probably wouldn’t be able to match, let alone beat. Disappointment because, at your age, you thought you were past being played by guys. Finally, anger because the man had swooped in, handsome and charming, but turned out to be a complete fake.

By Monday morning, the anger part of all of that had more or less taken over. You slammed a coffee cup down from the cupboard in the teacher’s lounge. You poured your coffee, then slammed the pot back down onto the burner. Everything was getting slammed around, and you were mumbling under your breath about the jerk who had come to your farm only to steal it away from you.

“Jerk? More like an ass,” you grumbled, turning to leave as you sipped your coffee; you gasped when you saw your friend Taylor standing there, arms crossed over her chest and brow raised.

“Rough weekend, Y/N?” she asked.

You sighed and cleared your throat. “Yeah, a little. You getting coffee?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ve got to go set up for my morning lesson. Meet me in my classroom?”

“Deal.”

You made way for your classroom, and Taylor was only a few minutes behind. She took a seat at the horseshoe-shaped table you used to work with student groups, and you took a seat in your chair across from her while you stapled activity packets.

“I have to sell the farm, for starters.”

“What? You’re kidding!” Taylor exclaimed.

You nodded. “Yeah. The money’s just -- it’s not a good situation. Anyway, after our half-day, I was going to do some work around the place, and this handsome stranger pulls up. Tall, sandy brown hair, green eyes. A little older than me, probably. Anyway, he tells me he’s just visiting and wanted to check out the farm. So we went apple picking and went to the pumpkin patch. We had all these flirty moments and cute looks --” You paused to groan at your own stupidity. “-- and then I went inside to get him a bag for the apples he picked, and Mr. Kemp pulls up in the driveway because this ass was there to see the farm to potentially buy it!”

“And he didn’t tell you? What is that about?” Taylor frowned. “We could figure out where he’s staying, get into his room, and … I don’t know. Do something … horrible.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You know, T, I bet if I give you enough time, you could maybe finish that plan.”

“Shut up,” she said, laughing along with you. “Look, don’t let him get to you, okay? The more important thing, it seems to me, is how you’re going to keep the farm. Let’s focus on that. Have you talked to the bank?”

“Yes. Mr. Kemp helped me get all the paperwork I need, and I take it all to the bank tomorrow after school. I won’t get a decision right away, which means I’ll be anxious as all get out until they give me an answer.”

Taylor nodded. “What did your dad say?”

You licked your lips and sighed, stacking the finished packets in front of you. “I haven’t called him yet. I will when I have more concrete information.”

“Maybe he could help …” She trailed off when you shook your head before the sentence was even done. Noting the first bell was going to ring soon, she put a hand on your arm. “Just keep your chin up, okay? Everything’s going to work out. I know it.”

You gave her the ghost of a grateful smile. “Thanks, Taylor. Go ahead, get to class. I’ll talk to you at lunch.”

“I’ll try to have a plan to get back at Mr. Handsome by then,” she teased, winking at you as she left the classroom.

* * * * *

For the third day in a row, Jensen was visiting The Farmer’s Stand. Just as planned, he had stopped there after leaving the orchard and purchased a jar of applesauce. He went back the next day for apple butter and a package of cookies that hadn’t been on the shelf the day before, as well as a loaf of homemade bread. Today, he was here for another jar of applesauce.

There was only one on the shelf, so he snatched it up before anyone else could. He perused through the market, also selecting a loaf of pumpkin bread marked from Y/N’s farm. At the register, Ms. Kitty rung up his items with a kind smile.

“Are we going to be seeing you every day, Jensen?” she asked. He appreciated that she remembered his name, though he would venture a guess that she remembered just about everybody who came through the market.

He chuckled. “Keep selling all this yummy stuff and I probably will. You know, food at the hotel is pretty good, but is there anywhere else you’d recommend in town?”

She nodded earnestly. “Midge’s Cafe, over on Ninth. Today’s beef stew day, actually -- comes with mashed potatoes and a freshly-baked roll. Their pie is great too, but I think you’ve got plenty of sweets here.”

“That I do,” Jensen agreed. “How much do I owe you?”

Ms. Kitty gave him a total. “Have you visited the apple orchard yet?”

Why did that question feel like a trick? “I have, yes. Met Y/N while I was there.”

The older woman sighed. “Such a shame she’s got to sell the place. This town was two-bit until their family came in and planted the orchard. They were plenty well off, but they started the pumpkin patch so the kids could have somewhere in town to go on field trips -- not because they had any need.”

Jensen took the bag of things he had purchased from her. “She said she’s the fourth generation to own the place.”

“She wasn’t lying. I’m sure you would have guessed, but I went to school with her grandfather, and my kids went to school with her father. Let me tell you -- that whole family is as sweet as Y/N. Every single one of them. Honest, hard-working, kind. When my son took over this place after my husband passed away, he wanted to stop doing business with them, for whatever reason.” She waved her hand, not worried at all about the particulars of that situation, it seemed. “Anyway, I wouldn’t allow it. You just don’t do that to good people, and Stephen doesn’t understand that. Whoever takes over the place, we’ll see if they want to continue to do business with us, I suppose.”

“They’d be crazy not to,” Jensen offered. “Thanks for everything, Ms. Kitty. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She smiled and waved goodbye. Jensen enjoyed visiting with her, but today, he was happy to get out of there. Hearing about Y/N’s family and how much they meant to the town only made him feel worse about potentially buying the place. Nevermind that he couldn’t get the glare Y/N had given him out of his mind -- a look he well-deserved.

As he drove over to the diner, he passed the elementary school. He smiled a little as he watched the kids play while he waited at the red light. This town was idyllic, a simple respite from the hustle and bustle of the last fifteen years of his life. His smile faded some when he spotted Y/N supervising the playground. She was zipping up the jacket of a little boy who was grinning wide while she talked to him. Once his jacket was zipped, the little boy hugged her leg before running off to join his friends again.

The driver behind him honked his horn; Jensen snapped his attention back to traffic. The light was green, so he proceeded through the intersection toward the cafe.

* * * * *

You honestly weren’t expecting an answer from the bank until the following week, so when you saw a missed call from them after school ended on Thursday, you heart immediately began to race. The message from the bank manager was asking you to come in and see her, so you went straight there once the parking lot cleared out.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she smiled, motioning to the chair across from her. Please, have a seat.”

Sitting. That was good, right? That meant you’d be there for a while, potentially. Going over loan documents and signing papers, maybe? Oh for Heaven’s sake, Y/N. Just sit down.

“I’ve gone over all of the documents you brought over, and I spoke with Bartholomew Kemp -- he spoke very highly on your behalf.”

“He’s a very good friend to our family.”

She set her elbows on the desk. “Unfortunately, Y/N, you simply don’t have the financial background we like to see in our loan candidates. I even tried for a smaller amount, the minimum of what you would need to keep the farm for a while longer, buy you some time -- but it was a no-go.”

You forced yourself not to cry in the bank office. “But … I don’t understand. We’ve been banking with you all for years. My first auto loan was through this bank. My father kept my college fund here. My grandfather --”

The bank manager held up a hand. “Let me stop you there. Your family has history in this town, I’m well aware. And, if this was fifty or sixty years ago, maybe that would hold. It just doesn’t work like that anymore.”

“I understand,” you replied quietly. “Thank you, for the update. I’ll -- okay. Thank you.”

You took a deep breath, put your jacket back on, and shouldered your bag. In the car, you told yourself it was okay to cry, but you couldn’t even force the tears. You were just … numb. If you couldn’t get a bank loan, you didn’t know what else you would do, or could do.

“Guess it’s time to call Dad,” you sighed. As soon as you got home, you dialed the number and settled on the front porch swing to break the news to him.

* * * * *

Jensen sighed and hung up the phone. Bartholomew Kemp had just called to let him know that the owner of the farm was taking offers, and if he would like to place one, he just needed to email it over to Bartholomew. He wasn’t the only one making an offer, so if he was going to throw his hat in the ring, he needed to do it soon.

His lawyer sent over the written offer; Jensen printed it in the hotel’s business center, and walked it into Bartholomew’s office himself.

“I know you said to email it, but I wasn’t doing much anyway,” Jensen explained, letting go of a nervous chuckle. “So, is -- is Y/N pretty upset?”

Bartholomew looked up, brow raised. “Uh, yes, I suppose she is. Rightfully so.”

Jensen nodded and thanked the other man for his time. He left the office and sat in the car for several minutes, contemplating his next move.

The front office staff at the elementary school was kind enough to tell him how to find Y/N’s classroom, and informed him she was on her lunch break. No doubt the modest bouquet of Autumn flowers piqued the secretary’s interest, but he just made his way out of the office and down the hallway.

She was sitting at a table in the room with another teacher, and her eyes grew wide when she spotted him just inside the doorway of her classroom.

“Um, hi. What are you doing here?” The greeting and phrase fell out of her mouth in a panic as she stood. “Oh, um, this is Taylor. She teaches here, too. And she’s my friend. Taylor, this is Jensen Ackles. He -- yeah. This is Jensen.”

“Nice to meet you,” Taylor greeted, giving him the kind of tight smile that told him Taylor knew about his omission of the truth when he first met Y/N.

He cleared this throat. “This all seemed like a better idea in my head, honestly, but since I’m here … um, I am trying to learn from my mistakes and I thought I would come here, offer you the flowers to apologize for not telling you the entire truth when we first met and also to … let you know that I made an offer to Mr. Kemp today.”

Her surprised expression transformed to the anger he had expected. She took the flowers from him and set them on the table. “Well, thanks for the head’s up, I guess.”

“Yeah, I thought you should probably know, in case I’m around the farm again, so it doesn’t take you by surprise.”

“Great.”

Y/N sat back down and resumed her lunch. Taylor kept her back to Jensen. The silence was uncomfortable. He stumbled around his words for a few more tries, then exited the room. He sarcastically and silently congratulated himself for such a smooth interaction.

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[aching-tummies]

Indulgent Scenario

This started out as a “RP Starter”/”What Would You Do?” piece inspired by “Warmth for an Upset Tummy”...but it quickly morphed into some self-indulgent fictional “I wish” scenario. Shockingly enough, I think I managed to write this piece gender-neutral. Enjoy! And feel free to send me asks or chat or whatever, especially if you like this scenario of mine. If I get enough encouragement I may be tempted to write more stuff like this.

It's a lazy afternoon. Life's been pretty hectic for you and your partner. It's the busy season at work for both of you--dealing with customers and failing equipment all around on top of fending off sickness. It's a miracle neither of you has come home with so much as a cough, yet. Another small miracle is in the fact that the two of you are at home at the same time and both of you are awake. Busy workloads and sickness claiming co-workers have caused the concept of an "advance work schedule" to go out the window for both of you. You think you're working 2-8 but joke's on you when you drag yourself to work only to be told by the manager to go home 'cuz someone canceled 1-9 tomorrow and they want you to fill that one. Looks like you're pawning off that movie ticket after all. The unpredictable working hours have left the two of you exhausted and you've both lost count of the number of unsatisfying nights trudging your way home to find your partner already asleep or not home yet. Unexpected expenses have made it so that indulgences are few and far between lately, and indulging in each other has become a dream within a dream at this point.

Today is a rare day. It's your day off and you weren't called in to cover someone's hours. Honestly if it weren't for the car-insurance hike, you'd have shut off your phone after getting off from the late shift last night. You've spent the day trying to whittle down the "To-Do" list for your shared living area. Laundry has been long on the list and while the second load is taking a turn in the dryer you decided to finally tackle the dusty book-shelf that's been causing your partner's allergies to flare up randomly.

Your partner was called in to work the opening shift this morning. You slept through that phone call but got the details from a hurried text message. Luckily, they were only called in for three hours to cover for one of their co-workers who was going to be late dealing with some school thing for their child. Your partner is home now and lounging on the bed with a book after being woken much too early to be called into work. Neither of you two has been keeping track of each other's schedules, so the fact that today was supposed to be a shared day-off came as a surprise. Your partner was shocked when they saw you still home upon completing their impromptu work shift.

GRRRBL....rrrRRrrrBBbp...lllrrr...

You turn toward the sound, raising an eyebrow as you try to locate the source of that oddly familiar sound. Seven feet away, through the open door to your shared bedroom, you have a clear line of sight to the bed. Your partner shifts on the bed, their face coloring into a tell-tale blush.

...rrrrRRBLb....

They bring their knees up, creating a tent with the blankets still pulled over their lap. They slink down in bed until all you can see of them is the twin peaks of their knees propping up the blankets. You hear a muffed curse cut off by a sharp intake of breath. Smiling, you set down the duster and stride into the bedroom. You steadily close in on the mattress. You reach out a hand, palm-down, as you lower yourself onto the edge of the bed.

The shifting of the mattress causes your partner's body to convulse with an unexpected hiccup, followed by a soft groan. You place your hand on their stomach, still covered with their zipped-up-hoodie. They look up at you with half-lidded eyes, clearly exhausted. The residual embarrassment from their loud stomach is still on their face.

...blblbl...RRR....bl...

Their blush intensifies. 'Cute', you think.

"Stomach ache?" You ask them softly, rocking your palm over their stomach gently. You don't want to press too hard until you figure out what's causing the loud grumbles.

"Nope." They close their eyes and you catch traces of bliss on their face. The trace encourages you to go deeper with your massage and you languidly slide your hand under their hoodie and the camisole underneath, pushing the material aside to reveal your partner's slightly rounded tummy.

You feel the vibrations under your palm as their stomach shifts again. This one's not too audible, but that may be because of the pressure of your hand. Your partner let out a breathless moan and sinks lower into the mattress, the picture of 'blissed out and relaxed'.

A short, quiet 'urp' spills from their lips as you press into the upper left of their belly. You smirk as they mumble something that sounds like '...fuckin' finally...' followed by what you swear is '...do that again', but you can't be sure. Their voice is muffled by their relaxed and no-doubt sleepy state as well as the book that they've carelessly let flop over the lower half of their face. Chuckling, you reach over to remove the book. You want to see their face and hear all of the sensual noises they'll make as a result of your ministrations.

"What'd you eat?" You call out just as your partner appears to be on the cusp of sleep. You know they need the rest, but you can't even remember the last time the two of you got to indulge in your shared kink. You want this moment to last.

"...hhnn...?" Their confused intonation is a question--like 'how did you know?' or something.

"Your tum's really grumbly right now. It's so loud; I heard it from outside the bedroom, sweetie. If I didn't know any better I would have thought we had a bear in the house." They hum out a nonconsequential response, clearly not even trying to fight sleep.

You've been rubbing a slow, large circle over their tummy, keeping your touch light to prevent stirring up their guts too much. Deciding to get back at them for choosing sleep over indulgence, you abruptly push down into the center of their tummy, causing their eyes to go wide less than a split second before they let out a sharp belch. Their belly quivers under your palm, resounding with a wet squelch.

"Ugh...warning next time..." they murmur.

"You ate without me. What'd ya eat?" You prod them again, both figuratively and literally as you jab a sharp fingernail into their shallow navel, delighting in the aggressive grumbles that result from the motion. “Aww...is someone full and achy?” you murmur this to their stomach before you prod your partner for an answer once again.

"Urgh...didn't think you'd be home...tummy's been upset...lately...nnngh...wanted...wanted something warm and *urp*...easy to digest..." Your partner interrupts themselves with groans, grunts, and short burps as you continue to tease their somewhat bloated belly. “Ugh...sick of being hungry...hurts”

You ease up on your ministrations at their explanation, It'd slipped your mind in the presence of the chance to indulge in your favorite kink. You know your partner's been suffering from indigestion and a hurting stomach all week. You both go to bed hungry more often than not and you've had to pry pillows from their clenched jaw in the mornings as they dream about filling their belly. You’ve seen them with a hand or cushion pressed against their tummy more ofthen than not when they’re home.

Hungry nights, inconsistent meal-times, followed by filling up on 'empty calories' when they have the chance to do so for the last two weeks has led to no end of digestive distress for your partner. You've come home from the late shift more than a few times in the past week to find your partner resting fitfully as their sickly tummy cramps and convulses inside of them. The empty state of their guts by the time they return home from work is probably the only reason you haven't caught them puking. You've spent a few of those nights awake in the dark, rubbing the ache out of their protesting guts while they slept.

You know that noodles in hot broth is their go-to comfort-food--especially during the cold months or when their tummy hurts. You just never realized how loud their stomach could get from it all. The deep growls that enticed you into the bedroom just now are way louder than any of the angry grumbles or sickly rumbles you've associated with their guts in the last few weeks.

"Is your belly still upset?"

"...hmm...?...n--*urp*...nope...full...warm...nice... ... sleepy..."

You smile as you interpret their broken sentence...if it can be called that. Apparently, all of those late nights you spent massaging their sore tummy could have been mitigated with a large bowl of hot broth and noodles. You know the noodle-shop your partner must have gone to--their favorite place when they're willing to splurge on a meal. You should have ordered take-out from there a week ago; it would have spared your partner a week of indigestion and interrupted sleep due to hunger.

You place a chaste kiss on your partner's tummy as you lay down, pressing an ear against the noisiest part of their tum even as you continue to squeeze the sides of their sated tummy with both hands. Your actions are clearly stirring things up inside your partner if the squelches, rumbles, and soft belches are any indication. Your partner’s always had a hard time passing gas. If you weren’t there to press it all out of them they’d walk around bloated and achy a lot. You silently vow to get noodles and hot broth into them more often, both because it's clearly making them feel loads better and also because the noises and sensations beneath your ear are heavenly.

You've both missed this--being able to indulge in each other, to make each other feel good, and to indulge in tummies.

[warmbeebosoftbeebo]

Truth or Dare? 1/3 probably

much of the details about him in this fic is from things b has said in interviews, on periscope, twitch, twitter... see if you can guess what is true vs details/things i made up. other things, like most of his friends being girls (at least as a kid and teen) i don't think he's ever stated outright but i consider so damn obvious as you learn about him eg the bullying, his best friend in 8th grade was a girl. hopefully, all the things i remember him saying he's actually said and i didn't dream it/imagine it haha. also i love this fic so fucking much if i may say so. one of my faves, to be a braggart. in this universe, he never got introduced to spence or ryan, hence no mentions of them or panic! and him going off to arizona for cosmetology

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You're watching Aladdin with Brendon, after Alice in Wonderland but before Bambi because you don't want to wind up crying yet. He's totally like Flower and Bambi. Loves flowers, flirty and doe-eyed, for starters. He's an Aladdin too, and is singing along with you as you're cuddled up on your bed with him, him absentmindedly playing with, brushing your hair. He stopped styling it a while ago, but you love having your hair played with, scalp massaged, neck too, as much as he does... Even that has arousal spreading, tickling over you.

You don't have class tomorrow, but he has a cosmetology one in the morning. He's still excited about not having someone telling him to get to bed though, and you're too relaxed, and uh... you like how you feel around him too much, how simple things, touches kind of turn you on, to suggest he get to sleep or leave your room. Besides, your roommate went home for the weekend. And these blankets and pajamas are comfy. You wind up getting into A Whole New World though: dramatic actions and singing, batting lashes at each other, giggling, pretending the bed is a magic carpet like the dorks you two are...

You offer your lap for his head to get pets in once the song ends... You love touching his hair. Watching his lashes, eyes, lips in the television light. Hearing his breathing deepening, his sighs, a couple mmms when you stroke the nape of his neck, tug his hair, scritch his scalp. You've only known him a couple months, but... whoo boy. Too bad he's gayer than the day is long. And kind of has a boyfriend from his program, George. Well, a friend with benefits.

“Truth or dare, B?” you ask when the movie ends, but neither of you move.

“'M sleepy from all those pets, y/n, so for once, I'm going with truth.”

“Were you like this as a kid? Was it musicals and wanting to do cosmetology and stuff back then too? Like not being... being... different. From how boys were supposed to be.”

He chuckles. “Pretty much. Did skateboarding for years, and some soccer, but that was pretty much the extent of the manly shit. Well, the heavy metal too. And lots of people did pot. But mostly the kind of things people thought boys shouldn't do. Most of my friends were girls. Still are. Liked making people laugh, entertaining them. Gymnastics, dance; just messing around not pro. Did sets for the drama kids in high school. I fit in with some guys, mostly chill stoner or art types, guys who weren't straight, but not many. Sometimes I had to fake it to get by with guys, if it even worked. But mostly stuff like the dress up box.”

“What'd you dress up as?”

“Different musical roles, like Maria and Cosette, Jean Valjean. I remember being about five and wrapping curtains around myself like a dress and singing Sound of Music. Cheerleader with the miniskirt and all from my older sister Kara. Uh... pirate, cowboy, or cowgirl. Elvis, Carly Simon, Gwen. Wanted to sound like her so bad. Beyonce. David Bowie in Labyrinth, without a proper wig though. And a few of the personas he had different eras too. Jareth was mixed up in a crush on him. Like I wasn't sure how much I wanted to play that role versus liked David... At twelve, with Jessica Alba, that was a lot clearer. Make up too, some wigs. Lots of my mom's clothes. I'm sure you can tell on that last one.” He still wears women's jeans now. And hoodies, shirts, a couple pairs of sneakers...

“Oh, a weird flower boy version of Rambo,” he laughs. “Like the headband, but my mom's blouse and jeans, a bouquet of flowers, heels, dad's sunglasses... Still have a picture of that one. And we have lots of home movies of stuff. Me being a lounge singer with a feather boa and gold dress... seducing my mom. Oh, shit, can't believe I just admitted that aloud. Anyway, there was firefighter, seamstress, servant, scuba diver, vet... Vampire, fairy, witch. Playing a mom or sister in plays, like sometimes one of my sisters would be the dad, I'd be the mom, or we'd be three sisters. Or they'd be the mom and dad and I'd be their baby. I remember one where I was pregnant—pillow and doll baby, haha—and Kyla was the pirate doctor helping me deliver on the ship. Or the damsel in distress being rescued by them. Or kidnapped by them. Or we had to save our mom, the queen, from a dragon or evil king.”

They were imaginative too! You're picturing them, little Brendon in these outfits, roles. So cute, and silly, and did you say cute? He must've been adorable, playful and an entertainer back then, too. He's done an open mic a few times and sings and plays at parties with friends. You've seen him do it last Saturday, nervous but eager to sing and play guitar, or keyboard. He said that music was his favourite hobby, that he loves doing it, especially for people, but you had no idea how deep it went.

“Me in my sister's gymnastic leotard, but over my shorts because she didn't want it so close to my crotch.”

The crotch part makes you think of it: if he wears... uh, panties too? The thought makes you flush and feel embarrassed. You haven't seen him in a dress or skirt either, but he used to wear those. You wonder if he still does and you just haven't seen it. You think they'd suit him for some reason. The lavender hoodie, the pink sneakers, plus a miniskirt? Denim, or black. God, you bet that he'd look even better, draw you to him more.

“Wish we had dress up stuff to play with here, B. Bet it was fun. And I bet you looked so cute.”

He gets up, but it's to turn on the lamp; the tv had gone dark. He bats his lashes. “Oh, I did.”

You both laugh as you throw a pillow at him. “Goofball. Don't ever let me tell you you still look cute, then. And that I actually would want to see you with a dress up box.”

“Truth or dare?” he asks. You'd forgotten how this started.

“Truth?” Neither is a safe bet, so you just go with what he went with to even it out.

“Would you want to see me dressed up? Like... in things here... of yours?”

Your breath catches. Are you that obvious? You nod, asking “Truth or dare?”

He grins. “Whattaya think, y/n? Dare.”

“M-maybe... uh... a skirt? On you, I mean?”

“That can be arranged.” He practically bounces over to your closet, sorts through, deciding on a long soft blue and lilac hippieish flowery one that goes to your ankles, a purple plaid one that comes to your knees but would be two to three inches shorter on him, and your denim one that's so short it would be a mini on him. You wear it with black tights or other pants it's so short. Really, he picked most of them; you only have two others. He holds them out one by one, then places them over his hips: “Which one would fit me best?”

You get flustered, because you want to see the denim one most, but worry it would be too short for him. The plaid one? It gives “naughty schoolgirl” vibes to boys and men, older pervs included, so you don't wear it much, even though it reminds you of a newly formed coven of witches stuck at a Catholic school for some reason (you blame The Craft). You wonder what'd look like on him. You bet he's worn skirt school uniforms before, and that he'd get cheesy with it, calling you Miss and asking hammily but flirtatiously about extra credit, asking you to teach him, maybe bending over... which not going to lie, you do want if it got sexily funny, but you know it couldn't mean anything.

He grins. "Warning ya, my legs are really hairy, so you might wanna go with the longest one. What can I say, I've got Jewish legs."

You snort. "Guess I've got Jewish legs too: my hair is a light brown, but there's lots of it below my knees. I stopped shaving now that it's November." You can't help wondering if he's dressed up for Hallowe'en in a girl's costume, or in drag, and what he'd look like; even some guys who are kind of sexist and homophobic do that for Hallowe'en, so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary even outside of the gay bar you and he were let into a few times, because George knew the bouncer. Both of your first one, bar or gay bar.

"Oh, I bet I've got more than you," he jokes, and slides his pant leg up a bit, doing a "banananana" strip tease music thing, shaking his leg, making you both giggle.

"Go with the shortest one, B. Bet you'd look super sexy," you reply, hammily winking.

"No peeking!" he admonishes teasingly, hiding behind your closet door, but he pops his booty out and sways it before hiding again. His jeans quickly get flung towards you to him laughing, "Hey, you ever see that British film The Full Monty?"

"It's kinda tight on my ass, but loose on my hips. What can I say? I bring the booty. But your hips are more womanly than mine, alas," he sighs dramatically. “And your thighs are damn. Um. At least it covers my underwear. Pretty much.” He peeks out, excited. "Ready? I just wanna make sure you're prepared for my hairy ass legs, oh and my stunningly gorgeous ass."

"Pshaw, I know that that booty brings all the boys to your yard, you tramp." He's really a tease at that bar. Both guys his age and kind of older, but only one creep. He always drinks for free, gets you drinks too, and you alternately keep close and watch from afar and let him do his thing with said boys. He only talks with most, often dances, but if he likes the guy, the dancing goes beyond pg territory, kissing too, and he even went home with one of them.

[injiminsheart]

Acquisition of a Daffodil: Ch 3: Park, The Affiliator

Genre: Fluff | Angst (light) | Humor | Smut | Dark  | Hybrid

Rating: General | Teen | Mature

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader (?)

Fandom: BTS ARMY

Fiction Notes: BTS canon AU/ Slight future fic/ AU for personal life

Warnings: May give you some feels! :D

“She left like an hour ago,” Secretary Kim was telling Ji Hyun.

“She left? How come I didn’t realize that she left?”

“Because she didn’t feel well and told me to inform you but I forgot since I was helping a guest.”

“Oh, no worries. I’ll see her tomorrow then,” Ji Hyun waved at Ms Kim and went to go look for his brother.

“Hyung?” he looks around, but Jimin was nowhere to be seen, “Where did Hyung go? What is up with everyone today?”

Ji Hyun walked off to look for his brother.

***

Y/n was getting wasted on her vodka collection when she heard a doorbell. That’s weird. She only has a few friends here and they were busy with their work so couldn’t make it to her party. Who could it be?

She wobbled over slowly to the door to look at the peep hole. All she say was shoulders but they looked pretty masculine. What’s the worst that could happen? After a quick thought in her impaired judgement, she opens the door and her eyes widen.

“Jimin?” she laughs, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“I came to see if you were okay.”

“See if I was okay? Wow! The great Park Jimin not only remembers me but also cares about if I’m okay!” Y/n hiccups. She giggles as she loses her balance and Jimin catches her quickly. He closes the door behind him and helps Y/n to the couch. She reeks of alcohol and the smell along with the two empty bottles of vodka attest to her drunken behavior.

“You know,” Y/n straightens up, “I was so happy when Ji Hyun didn’t put your name on the guest list, but you just had to be there.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.”

Y/n stares at him for a few seconds until her hiccup kicks in and she giggles again, “You haven’t changed at all.”

Y/n runs her hand lightly on his face and her alcohol pinked cheeks turn a ruby shade as bites her lip. She kisses his cheek and Jimin looks surprised. She moves back to kiss his cheek down to his neck until a certain fabric offends her and she decides to take care of it.

***

Y/n wakes up with a killer headache and her bed is way warmer than usual. She regrets drinking for her fucked up low self-esteem issues. She groaned as she moved around in her bed.

“Uhhhhh. . .why did I have to drink so much last night? My head.”

“Here, drink this and take an aspirin.” a male voice says and Y/n soars up in her bed.

“Ji Hyun!?” Y/n all but yells at him, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to check up on you last night because Secretary Kim told me you weren’t feeling well and you wouldn’t. . .ummm. . .how should I put this. . .”

“What did you do?” Y/n interrupts him as she pulls her comforter towards her chest.

“I didn’t do anything,” Ji Hyun laughs, “it was all you.”

“OMG! But I was drunk, you could’ve--no, you should’ve refused!”

“You wouldn’t let me!”

“Oh Lord, I don’t remember. What did I do?”

“Well for starters, you were definitely making out with neck and trying to get me out of my suit and that wasn’t even the weird part.”

“I did something stupid, didn’t I?” Y/n hid her head in shame.

“Something like that,” Ji Hyun scoffs and extends the aspirin towards Y/n, “here, you’ll feel better.”

“After all that embarrassing stuff, I’m not sure I want to feel better at the moment.”

“Oh chill. It’s not like we slept together. I mean we did but that’s besides the point.”

“We slept together as in like slept slept or slept slept,” she stares out awkwardly from her comforter.

“There’s a difference?” Ji Hyun teases her.

“You know what I meant.”

“I really don’t, so please elaborate.”

“Seriously?” Y/n asks before downing the aspirin pill and the full glass of water.

He laughs and takes the glass from her, “I guess both. While you were seriously trying to sleep sleep with me, you fell asleep while kissing my neck and trying--very badly, might I add--to undress me. You eventually passed out on my lap with my collar in your hands. I carried you to bed and you wouldn’t let go so I had to sleep sleep with you here.”

“Oh my god,” Y/n turns pink with embarrassment, “I’m so sorry I put you through that.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“I’m sure. I owe you one.”

“How about brunch today?”

“Sure. Why not?” Y/n says getting out of her bed, “Let me shower.”

“What?” She replies back when Ji Hyun just stares.

“Nothing.”

“Seriously? You’ve seen me in my Spongebob night shorts and tank, drunk off my ass tryna make out with your neck and you still have a problem talking to me? You seemed quite well teasing me a few minutes ago.”

Ji Hyun laughs and sits on the bed, “it really isn’t anything. I was just thinking that I kinda took you as a satin night gown type of a girl. Never thought you would have Spongebob night shorts.”

“Satin is for special occasions,” Y/n winks and Ji Hyun giggles at her, “now let me take a shower so that we can go.”

“Well I have to change as well. Maybe we can meet each other in a bit.”

“Sounds good. Did you drive here?”

“No. My driver dropped me off.”

“Then just chill around here and we can drop by your house and then go to brunch.”

“Aight. I’ll watch some TV in the living room.”

“Aight,” smiles Y/n.

“By the way,” turns back Ji Hyun.

“Hmm?”

“Did you already know Jimin Hyung?”

“Why would you ask me that? Did he look like he knew me?” awkwardly laughs Y/n.

“No, but you kept calling me by Hyung’s name yesterday and then you asked if I remembered you--well--you asked Jimin hyung if he knew you because you thought I was him.”

“You must be mistaken. How and why would I know your brother? Isn’t he like a kpop star? I’ve heard a lot about him,” Y/n says walking into her closet.

Ji Hyun looks at her walking away but decides to put the whole Jimin hyung fiasco behind him. Maybe Y/n was Hyung’s fan and was too embarrassed to admit that she was fangirling. He shoves his hands in his pockets and laughs to himself.

“Let’s see if I can find some Spongebob on TV today. I feel like watching some Spongebob all of a sudden.”

****

They were in front of Ji Hyun’s house. Y/n was wearing her hair in loose curls with a floral pencil brunch dress and thin strappy pastel pink heels. She had ditched her favorite bag for a small clutch.

“I’ll wait out here.”

“Now don’t be like that. Mom will kill me if she finds out I have such bad manners that I made a woman--especially my business partner--wait outside for me.”

“You’re mom and dad are probably home and it’ll just be awkward.”

“I’m an adult. They don’t interfere. Come on,” he says holding out his hand for Y/n. She hesitantly takes his hand and steps out of the car.

“I like your house already and I haven’t even stepped inside yet.”

“My mom will like you too. She loves anyone who loves her house.”

Y/n laughs nervously and greets the lady that opens the door.

“Is mom home, Ahjumma?”

“Yes. Madam just went to her study. Let me call her for you.”

“No need,” He smiles at the ahjumma “just take care of my guest please.”

“Of course, Sir,” the Ahjumma replies before heading to the kitchen.

“Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll be a few minutes.”

“Take your time,” Y/n says taking a seat.

Ji Hyun rushes towards the stairs to get to his room and Y/n looks around. The Ahjumma walks back with tea for Y/n, “I’ve informed madam. She’s on her way here.”

“Oh, thank you. You really didn’t have to,” Y/n smiles at the Ahjumma.

“Of course she had to,” says a voice behind her, “you’re our guest and my son’s boss now.”

“I prefer to think of him as my partner. How have you been Mrs Park?” Y/n says getting up and shaking the older woman’s hand. The woman shook her hand back and Y/n sits down with her legs crossed.

“So what brings you in today? If I knew you’d be here today I would’ve prepared some brunch today.”

“Actually I’m waiting for Ji Hyun. We’re heading to brunch. It’s our first sunday after the acquisition. Thought we should get to know each other better to continue working seamlessly in the future.”

“That’s a wonderful idea. It’s better and easier to work with people you know well.”

“Well said, Mom,” Ji Hyun says suddenly behind Y/n. He looked dashing as always in his fitted blue suit.

“Oh hi, Aduel. How are you? I didn’t even see you come in last night. Your dad and I lost track of time after you and Jimin left.”

Y/n heart skipped a beat listening to Jimin’s name. She sent out a small prayer to God to not run into him here today.

“Yeah, about that.Where ever did Hyung go?”

“He got a call from his Manager. Apparently he had an event to get to this weekend so he left.”

“I was going to introduce him to Y/n properly. Oh well,” He pouted, “I guess next time.”

“I think we should get going now,” Y/n glanced at her watch, “we’re getting late for our reservation.”

“It was nice to see you again, Mrs Park,” Y/n stood up and shook the woman’s hand again.

“See you tonight, Mom,’ Ji Hyun says kissing his mom’s cheek. And as they start to walk towards the entrance, Y/n sends a small thanks to whoever was listening for not letting her run into the one and only Park Jimin.”

***

“This was great,” Y/n said as they reached Ji Hyun’s house, “we should do this again sometime.”

“How about next Sunday?”

“I’ve been with you the entire day, Ji Hyun. I’m afraid activities like this so soon will cause us the business,” laughed Y/n.

“We should do brunch every sunday. If you don’t want to spend the entire day.”

“Brunch sounds good.”

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow morning then?”

“Actually, you’ll prolly see me in the afternoon. I have some clients to meet in the morning so I’ll try and come in the afternoon.”

“Or you can just take the day off,” smirked Ji Hyun.

“Uh huh. So that you can go home early?”

“Thought I should give it a try,” he winked.

“Nice try but I actually have an early morning tomorrow, so good night,” Y/n waved her goodbye and got back in her car.

Jimin stared at the retreating car as it went out the gate whilst talking on the phone in the balcony.

“Hello? You still there?” said a girl’s voice from the other end of the line.

“I’ll call you back, Babe,” He said hanging up his phone.

“Oh, Hyung!” yelled Ji Hyun as he looked up to the balcony, “You’re here! You should’ve told me you would be home. I wanted you to meet Y/n again.”

“I just got home, Ji Hyun-ah. Maybe next time. I’ll let you know.”

“Wait for me, then. I’m coming upstairs. We gotta have a game’s night like old times!” exclaimed Ji Hyun.

Jimin just chuckled and said, “aight. Come up and I’ll kick some ass.”

Jimin saw Ji Hyun rush inside and then he looked at the street that Y/n’s car had disappeared off to. Why now? Why after so many years? Why Ji Hyun? This isn’t fair.

***

[marvelmadam08]

The Captain & The Culprit (18 part 1)

After escaping from a Hydra lab you’ve been running and hiding since. Afraid of your abilities and your forgotten past, you keep away from people until The Avengers come and find you.

Summary: Thor’s alcohol supply mixed with an ex-girlfriend equals an interesting night ahead.

Warnings: implied smut, alcohol, jealousy, Sharon Carter. Stimulation teasing.

You kissed on Steve's neck, promising you'd never go behind his back again. He apologized about Sharon while he held you close, rubbing soothing circle on your recently spanked ass.

"If you want, I can have Tony uninvite her tonight."

"No, it's fine. I can handle one ex-girlfriend. It is only one right?" You lift an eyebrow

"Yes, only one." He tickled your sides, you giggled and tried to pull away but his grip secures you against him "I have something I want to give you."

"Again? You’re gonna catch a cramp"

"No, not that. Although I wouldn't be opposed to it." He gives you a quick peck on the lips before getting out of bed, bare ass naked. You smile at the nails marks on his back and shoulders "Eyes up (Y/N)."

He covers his front with a gift wrapped in red wrapping paper, a bow right in the middle.

"Steve, it's your birthday. I should be getting you gifts not the other way around."

"This is my gift to myself technically." He makes his way back to the bed, sliding the present to you. "Open it."

You tear apart the wrapping paper, excited, and throw the lid of the box across the room.

"Oh Steve." You gasps when you pull out the blue off the shoulder evening gown you saw in the shop window a while ago "You shouldn't have, it’s too much."

"It's my birthday, I do what I want." He pulls you closer to him, kissing along your shoulder to your neck "And I want you to wear it tonight at the party."

“Fine I’ll wear it tonight, but I’m taking it back tomorrow, when it’s no longer your birthday. I don’t want you spending your money on me.”

Steve sighed while he nibbled at the skin on your neck “Deal.”

"Que veux-tu d'autre pour ton anniversaire, capitaine?" (What else do you want for you birthday, Captain?) You bite your lip

"I want you to keep calling me Captain." He pushes the dress out of your hands before pouncing on top of you.

Wanda manages to pull you away from Steve before the party starts, so you can get ready together in her room. Natasha comes to join in, helping you with your makeup.

"You and Steve seem to be getting along well." She winked, covering up a bite mark on your neck

"Where did you learn how to do this stuff?" You ask her while she applied highlighter to your cheekbones

"The Red Room, you have to look good when you're about to murder someone." She jokes "Steve's barely gonna recognize you when you step into that party."

"Until he finds her drowning Sharon in the punch bowl." Wanda smiles

"No, I promised him I'd be on my best behavior. And I'm sure she's nice, Steve doesn't seem like the one to go for snobs."

"She says while having someone else do her makeup." Natasha grins "But you're nothing like Sharon."

"Why did they break up? Steve never told me why, only that it was mutual." Wanda and Natasha share a nervous look. "What?"

"Steve asked Sharon to marry him, in front of everyone. Including Fury and the other agents. She turned him down, and that's why they broke up." Natasha tells you, Wanda lightly smacks her arm "There's no need to beat around the bush, it was two years ago."

"Yeah Wanda I'm fine. And clearly he's over her otherwise he wouldn't be with me." You somewhat force a smile, ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest

"And you are beautiful." Natasha turns you towards the vanity mirror

"Romanoff, you're a miracle worker." You gasp and catch a glimpse at the time in the reflection "I should get dressed."

"Yes, I want to see the dress he got you." Wanda clapped

As soon as you get dressed, and snap a few pictures with Natasha and Wanda, the three of you make your way down to the party.

The elevator doors open and you follow Wanda and Natasha into the flow of the party room. People were dressed in the best black tie attire, you recognize many of the faces as agents who work for S.H.I.E.L.D, and a few others from TV. But your eyes land on the one you were look for. Steve was sitting on the far side of the room, on the couch next to Bucky and Thor, talking and drinking what you could only assume was from Thor's personal stash.

"Go get him." Wanda nudged you forward

A few eyes follow you as you made your way over to Steve. Surely they were surprised by your appearance, you get a sense of anxiety and the energy in the room made goosebumps raise along your skin. But all the eyes watching you, the nervous tightening in your stomach, washes away once Steve locks eyes with you. 

"Whoa." Is all he says, you blush.

"You don't look too bad yourself." You smile when you notice that Steve wore a dark blue tux that matches your dress. "May I sit?" You gesture to the space between Steve and Thor

"Please, join us." Thor insists nudging Steve in the process. He finally stands up from his seat to make room for you. "You look lovely Lady (Y/N)."

"Thank you, when did you get back?" You ask, fully aware of Steve's eyes wandering your body. You cross your legs, exposing your upper thigh a bit more.

"I returned this morning, with unfortunate news. Jane and I are no longer a couple."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." You pat him on the shoulder

"All is well." He smiles widely before handing you a full cup "Here drink with us, directly from Asgard."

"Be careful with that." Bucky warns you "Steve nearly got a tattoo of Tony on his back because he had one too many."

"You said you weren't gonna bring that up any more." Steve smirked, still not taking his eyes off you

"It's a conversation starter."

"I'm sure I can handle it." You take a small sip, at first the alcohol burns your throat but there's a sweet aftertaste that makes it worth it "Oh this is good."

You go to take another, longer, sip, Steve smiles and takes the cup away for a moment to sit it down before you drink the entire thing. Before you could protest he gives you his notorious ‘dad look’ telling you to just humor him for the time being.

"You two are lucky." Thor gestures to you and Steve "Cherish what you have."

You kiss Steve on the cheek and hold his hand, however you catch the uneasy look in Thor’s eye. You were sure he was still convinced you were this long lost best friend he grew up with. 

"So Thor, what can you tell me about Asgard?"

The conversation keeps you busy for the next thirty minutes, Bucky eventually pulls Steve away, ensuring him that you'd still be there when he returned. You continue to listen to Thor's stories and drinking the alcohol in your cup. Listening to him talk about Asgard makes your mind race when you think of going there yourself.

“How can you not remember any of this?” Thor asks with immense disbelief “Not one memory?”

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’ve never seen Asgard. I’ve been on Earth my whole life. My parents, whoever they were, must’ve left me here.” you take another, more desperate, sip from your cup 

"You should come back with me, since you are of Asgard you should see your home realm." Thor says aloud “And show your so called family what a lovely young lady you’ve turned out to be. Despite your circumstances.”

"I would love that, but I couldn't leave." You slightly slurred your words then finish the last of your second cup "But a few more of these and you might convince me."

"Hey Kiddo." Sam settles down next to you on the couch

"Hi Sammy." You grin leaning in a bit

"Ooh, you smell like you're having a good time."

You pat his arm. "Thor was just inviting me to see Asgard."

"What like now? We haven't even done the cake yet."

"I love cake, I think, I've never had it before." You slightly giggled

"This is gonna be a fun night." Sam looks to Thor who pours a little more into your cup

"Fun is probably my middle name." You giggle "You should try this Sammy, it's really good." You push the cup in his direction, he stops you before it reaches his lips

"Nah, I'm good.”

"Suit yourself." You take another long sip "You and Buck still taking Steve out tonight after the party?"

"That's the plan Kiddo. Unless you plan on keeping him busy the rest of the night." Sam wagged an eyebrow at you

"Oh please, I can keep that man busy for days." Once the words slip out of your mouth, your cheeks heat up. Thor laughs loudly, while Sam nearly chokes on his drink. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No problem Kiddo." Sam pats your shoulder and straightens up "I won't tell Cap anything."

You look over the room, looking for Steve himself, and you find him sitting at the bar talking to a blonde woman in a clingy black dress "Sam, who's that with Steve?"

Sam hesitates to reply, which was all the answer you needed.

"I'll be right back." You sat your glass down and stood up, the alcohol rushing to your head as soon as you did.

You manage not to trip over your own feet, walking down the steps over to the bar. Sharon had her hand on Steve's arm, squeezing lightly, and laughed, leaning into him. Your eyes narrow, and the light bulb above them flickered, catching Steve's attention.

"Steve, there you are baby." You slid yourself between him and Sharon, she drops her hand from his arm "I'd wondered where you got to."

“Hey, I was just-” You pulled him in for a possessive kiss, your fingers ran through his short hair, slightly biting on his lower lip, a light spark traveling from your mouth to his. Sharon cleared her throat, you tore yourself away from Steve, your lipstick stained on his lips and turned to face Sharon.

"Sorry, I was being rude. I'm (Y/N), Steve's girlfriend." You extend your hand to her "You must be Shannon."

"Sharon." She corrected

"Forgive me, bad memory." You settled between Steve's legs

"I've heard, you were the one who flaked on the Moscow mission." She gave you a snarky smile

"And then I saved the team from crashing in a thunderstorm. Such a pessimist, Sherrie."

"Oh we all know about the nearly fatal plane crash too. How lucky for them that there was an extra battery pack aboard."

Steve holds a hand to your waist, in case you decide to jump for Sharon, you slide your hand up his thigh in response; trailing your nails along the fabric of his pants, sending a few more jolts of energy through his body. You hear Steve let out a muffled groan, and felt his hand tighten on your waist.

"A battery pack that can last for hours." You run your free hand through Steve's hair again "Right- Captain?"

"Uh- Sherrie- I mean Sharon was just telling me about her upcoming mission in Italy." Steve fidgets a bit, your ass pressed against his thigh and find out why.

"Ooh Italy? That sounds exciting, but tell me Sharon, do you speak French?"

"Fluently." She narrowed her eyes at you in a threatening manner

“Great.” You turned to look Steve in the eye, speaking loud enough for Sharon to hear "Rencontrez-moi dans la salle si vous voulez déballer votre cadeau ... Capitaine." (Meet me in the room if you want to unwrap your present.. Captain.) You wink at Steve before swaying off towards the elevator.

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[silvertaetae]

New Beginnings {M}

{Alternative Beginning}

Warning: Death, Cheesy cute stuff and like 3% suggestive content.

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

Word count: 4,361

A/N: This isn’t a must read for New Beginnings. This is what I originally started off with whe I first began writing New Beginnings. This is basically background knowledge and things like that. This has no meantion of Tae or anything vital that happens in the main story. Hope you enjoyed/enjoy.

People say that when you find the one that you’ll know it. The way you feel is indescribable. Your heart will soar to the heavens and you’ll be content in your life. Every moment with them will bring you unimaginable happiness. You would be able to look at them and see the love they had for you. They would be your everything for forever.

That's all a person wants. All they want is to be loved by the person they love the most. That sensation of joy from feeling that person hold you tight as you doze off side by side. Everyone wants to feel like they are wanted and needed. Everyone wants to be in love. People search for it their whole lifetime. Some die happy and content, from finally finding that special someone. Others die bitter and sour from never being able to find it.

You had found that. You had found the person who made your life feel like a dream come true. Yuta Nakamoto. He was everything you wanted in a guy. Kind, smart, an individual, open-minded and so much more. He was loved by many and hated by those who envied him. His personality attracted all. So bubbly and cheerful. Always there to give others a hand. That’s how you had met. You sat crying outside your apartment on a Thursday night, freezing due to the conditions of an unforgiving winter. Your tights and white t-shirt did nothing to protect you from the strong wind stinging your skin. Your head buried in your knees as you wailed. That’s when you heard a door open and you looked up to see a very beautiful man walking out of your neighbor's apartment waving goodbye. He laughed shutting the door before making eye contact with you.

“Good god! Are you okay?” He rushed over to your side.

“I-I. I got locked out of my apartment. Everything I have is inside including my phone and jacket so I’m stuck out here.” You began to cry harder.

“Here take this.” He shimmed his coat off and handed it to you. You put it on zipping it up and wipe the tears off your face. He pulled you off the floor smiling. “Let’s get you somewhere warm.”

“I don’t have shoes on.” You point to your sock-covered feet. Next thing you know you’re on this strangers back heading towards his car and then at the McDonalds down the street. He carried you in and sat you at a booth, running off to get you something to eat. For a while, you sit there in silence eating your chicken nuggets. “Thank you.” You mumble out.

“Anytime. Do you need my phone to call and see if your landlord can come and get your apartment open?”

“Yes, if you are okay with me using your phone.” He smiled and took out his phone out handing it to you.

“The password is 73025.” You called your landlord and he told he stop by tomorrow morning around eight-thirty to do it for you. Hanging up the phone you put your face in your hands and begin to weep again. “Hey. Hey. What’s wrong?”

“He’s not coming until eight-thirty. Tomorrow morning. I don’t know where I’m going to stay.”

“Damn it.” A moment of silence passes. He grabbed your arms moving them from your face. “Are you positive there’s no one you can stay with?” He spoke softly.

“My friend Jennie maybe.”

“Do you know her address?” You nod your head. “Put it in my phone and I’ll take you there.” You nod your head again, as the worry starts to roll off your shoulders. “Finish eating and then we can go.” You finish all your nuggets and hand the stranger the fries.

“You didn’t eat anything.” He nods and you both sit there in silence as he finishes the fries. He threw everything away and soon enough you were on this stranger back again on the way back to his car. Silence fills the air before you start crying again.

“Why are you crying?”

“Thank you. Thank you so much. I mean I don’t even know you and yet here you are taking care of me as if I’m like your best friend. Thank you.”

“It’s fine- um.” He paused and you realized that you still don’t know anything about him and vice versa. It’s funny really.

“Y/N.”

“Well then. No biggie Y/N. By the way, I’m Yuta. I wasn’t going to leave you out there in the cold. That’s evil. Now rest up we have a twenty-minute drive to your friend's house.” You bite back the urge to say thank you again and nod leaning back into the seat. Soon you’re asleep in the car with a stranger. You’re woken up to a soft voice and someone shaking you gently. The man is outside the car. The car door open and standing in the cold. “Hey Y/N were here.” You unbuckle the seatbelt and try to step out before Yuta puts on his back again. He kicks the car door shut and looks over his shoulder at you.

“You know you don’t have to carry me.” He starts walking anyways, ignoring your protest.

“One you’re barefoot and two you warm me up. I’m not gonna let you go.” Your heart thuds at his comment. You hardly knew him and yet here he is, probably tired as hell, carrying you on his back. You’re silent the whole way up until he reaches Jennie’s apartment.

“You can let me down now.”

“Not yet.” He gives you a small smile before knocking. You hear footsteps and Jennie opens the door.

“Who the hell is knocking on my door at three in the morning?!” Jennie has her eyes closed in exhaustion.

“Hi I’m Yuta and your friend Y/N got locked outside her apartment.” She opens her eyes most likely due to the unfamiliar voice. “Her landlord isn’t coming until tomorrow morning to unlock the apartment. So I got her out the cold and she told me that you could maybe let her stay here tonight.”

“Oh my god Y/N. Yeah, of course, she can.” He let you down and you walked into the apartment. “Thank you so much.” She turned and hugged you. “I’ll go get you some covers and tea.” She ran off somewhere in the apartment leaving you and Yuta alone.

“Well, I hope you can get that apartment unlocked. Have a good night.” He said lingering for a second before turning away.

“Wait.” He froze and turned around with a confused smile on his face. “What about your jacket?”

“Keep it.” You walked out not knowing what to do. “Y/N you should really go back-” he cut himself off when you hugged him.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Yuta.” He returned your embrace and you both stayed there for a minute. He was so warm and he smelled so good. Like vanilla and cinnamon making you not want to let go. It made your heart fuzzy and your head dizzy. Eventually, you let go even though you didn’t want to. Not wanting to come off creepy or anything. You clear your throat trying to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

“I really do need to return that jacket.”

“Alright. I’ll be back over Saturday and you can give it to me then.” You nod.

“Thanks, Yuta.”

“You’re welcome Y/N. Goodnight.” He waves before walking down the steps.

“Goodnight Yuta.” You watch him disappear and walk back in shutting the door. When you turn around you see Jennie and a big smile plastered on her face.

“He’s cute.” You scowl at Jennie’s remark. “I think you think so too.” Her eyebrow arches up as she smirks.

“Jennie I’ve had a rough night.”

“I know. C’mon I have a whole bunch of movies in my room we can watch.” She hands you a cup of tea and walks off to her bedroom. You look down at the jacket and smile.

True to his word Yuta came by your apartment for the jacket. You wouldn’t admit it until later, but you put a little more effort into your outfit because of him. Even if you only would see him for only a few seconds. In the middle of putting your Mac and cheese in a bowl, you hear a knock on the door and immediately zip towards the door. You wait a few seconds so it doesn’t seem like you just ran to the door before opening it. Yuta is standing outside your apartment, smiling, of course. “Hey.” He says smile getting just a little wider. Of course, a smile reaches your face and you answer.

“Hey.” You both state at each other for a couple of seconds before you clear your throat. “Uh, come in. I’ll go grab your coat.” You step aside and walk away to grab his coat. When the door closes to the room you breathe in deeply fighting back a squeal of enjoyment. You grab his coat and walk out smile still plastered on your face. When your eyes made contact with his, your heart skipped a beat and you could feel your steps falter. He was vivid. His aura making the world seem so much more colorful for some reason. It was so new, but the feeling had you feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. Your heart, for some unexplained reason, was dancing. A joy from out of nowhere filling it. When you handed him the jacket you forgot to let go and you both just had small smiles on your face. That’s when your mouth got a mind of its own. “Do you want to stay for dinner?” You say it rather quickly and then you realize what you had said. Your face filled with shock and you let go of the jacket. “I mean if you aren’t busy. Actually just fo-”

“I’d love to.” Your shock disappears as your smile comes back replacing it. “Is it okay if I put the coat down on the couch?”

“Yeah. Of course.” You walk off pulling out another bowl. “Don’t expect an exquisite meal. It’s only Mac-and-Cheese.”

“Sounds perfect.” You come back to see Yuta at your counter face resting in his palm. You put the two bowls down and head back into the kitchen and pull out the wine. When Yuta sees you with two glasses and a wine bottle he arches an eyebrow. “Trying to get me drunk?”

“For starters.” You reply before unscrewing the cork. He laughs at your response and you smile. His laugh sounding like music to your ears. You put the glasses down and pour them halfway.

“So tell me Y/N how’d you lock yourself out your apartment?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I have all the time in the world.” That night you both laughed until you cried. Opened up about your past. Told each other about passions. Talked about politics and more. You both ended up exchanging numbers that night. One glass of wine turned into three and Yuta had to stop himself. Time whirled on and when you looked at your watch you laughed.

“What is it?”

“We’ve been talking for six hours.”

“Your kidding.” You shook your head lightly laughing. He looked down at his and laughed. “Oh god, it’s almost eleven-thirty.” You both stared at each other for a few more seconds before Yuta let out a sigh. “As much as I don’t want this to end, I have to go. Work tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t worry, I have to go to sleep soon. I’m helping a friend move tomorrow.”

“Well, then I better get on my way.”

“Here let me walk you out.” You both continued a conversation until you reached the door and ended up talking for another ten minutes before he laughed exclaiming how he really did have to go. You opened the door and Yuta walked out of your apartment.

“Thanks for dinner Y/N. That was the best damn Mac-and-Cheese I’ve ever had.” You both break out into laughter.

“Thank you I’ll make sure to stop by Walmart and grab some more.” It’s really sad seeing him leave. Even though you knew he had to go and you had to get to bed soon, you wanted him to stay a little longer.

“I’ll make sure to text you. Goodnight Y/N.” He said joy making its way through as he smiled at you again. You don’t know what compelled you to do what you did next (and you honestly still don’t know to this day.) but, you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek. You backed away looking down at first but bringing your gaze back up to Yuta, who was touching his cheek. Shock on his face before breaking out into a smile.

“Goodnight Yuta.”

“Mmhm.” He said still in some sort of daze. He snapped out of it and started walking away looking over his shoulder at you and waving. You waved back smile plastered across his face. When he was no longer in sight you closed the door falling against it squealing. After calming down you cleaned up the dishes and skipped into the bathroom for a shower. Your stomach was all fuzzy and your heart beating like crazy. You would’ve started dancing if slipping the shower wasn’t something that existed. Turning the shower off you wrap a towel around yourself and walked out to grab your phone, smiling as you see Yuta’s name appear on the screen.

Yuta: I still left my coat.

Y/N: Guess you’re gonna have to come by later and get it.

Yuta: I guess so.

Yuta: How does Tuesday sound?

Y/N: Sounds perfect (:

After awhile your feelings for Yuta grew stronger and you knew he felt the same. It took two months for you both to admit your feelings. His friend and your neighbor, Doyoung held a New Years Eve party. Everyone was drunk off their asses, except for you and Yuta who hadn’t finished your first drinks due to how much you two were talking. Getting interrupted by some of Yuta’s friends. They would end having a five to ten minutes conversation and you just sat there sipping whatever the hell was in your cup. Of course, Yuta would end the conversation returning to you. Everyone was talking about who they were gonna kiss when New Years finally hit. Of course, everyone was trying to get you and Yuta to kiss because the feelings you both had for each other were so oblivious. You and him blew them off ignoring their constant protest. Soon enough you had your cup on the table counting down until the new year began.

“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy-” You’re cut off with a turn and Yuta’s lips connecting with yours. You kiss back as soon as relax throwing your arms around his neck. His lips moving softly against yours. One hand resting on the small of your back the other one holding your jaw gently. Many people cheer in the background at you two and for New Years. Your heart flutters. Skin warming up at the feeling of his soft lips moving against yours. A feeling that you never wanted to go without having ever again. He reluctantly, pulled away once air became a necessity again, resting his forehead on yours. He let his hand fall to your waist pulling you and wrapping his arms around you. “I-wow.” You say breathlessly.

“I know.” You both stay there for a while before you both realize you’re in a room full of people. You both look up and turn your heads to see everyone staring at you two, smiles on everyone’s face.

“They finally did it,” Doyoung yelled and everyone broke out into cheers. You both laugh and fall to the couch.

“Want to go to your place?” You look at Yuta in shock and confusion. “Not like that! Just to talk. In private and in quiet.” You nod and Yuta grabs your hand and zips off through the apartment, you both choosing to ignore the comments people directed towards you. “Tell me you have your key.” You flick his arm and pull your key out of your pocket unlocking the door. Soon enough you two sat on your couch staring at each other. Both afraid to say anything.

“You’re a really good kisser.” Yuta laughs at your comment and you feel a little more relieved.

“You’re not to bad yourself.” You roll your eyes laughing. You stop when Yuta grabs your hands and you look at him a little nervous. “Seriously Y/N. I’ve liked you ever since I had to carry you around in McDonald’s. You’ve brought me so much happiness. In these two short months, I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been. Everything about you brings me joy. I want nothing more than to bring you the happiness you deserve. I can’t promise that I won’t mess up, but I’ll sure as hell give you everything I have and more. Y/N would you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes. God yes!” You tackle Yuta and kiss him again. When you pull away from him you let a few tears fall. “You’re amazing you know that.”

“I try.” He giggled holding you close. You lay on his chest as he stroked your hair. You resting to the sound of his heart beating.

“Stay the night?” You mumble against his chest.

“As if I could stay away from you.”

Yuta was your first love. He was a lot of your first everything.

He was the first person you ever told I love you.

“Y/N?” You scream and drop the broom.

“Yuta you scared me.”

“Why’d you stop dancing?!” He whined.

“Because I suck at it.” You say laughing at his voice.

“Well, I love it. Almost as much as I love you.” A pause of silence went by. “Shit! Don’t feel like you-”

“I love you to Yuta.” You say closing your eyes smiling. You yell again at the feeling of being lifted off the ground. “Yuta!”

“We’re going to stay in bed all day and cuddle.”

“Yuta I still have to clean! Put me down!”

“You should know by now that I’d never put you down even if you ask.” You laugh as he walks to your bedroom.

He was the first person you moved in with.

“Y/N.” Yuta said sing-songy.

“Yuta.” You lift yourself off the couch matching his voice.

“I have something for you.” You scramble off your couch and run over to him.

“What is it?” You look over to see if you can spot it. He pulled out a box and you froze.

“Calm down it’s not a ring.”

“What if I wanted to be?” You tease, poking his shoulder.

“Trust me. You’ll get one. Eventually.” You smiled and blush at his response. Him thinking he could actually marry you made your heart flutter. Thoughts of a married life with Yuta passes through your head and they almost feel like dreams. Big family. Dogs. Acres of land that you could build the dream house on. A wrinkly you and Yuta, taking care of your future grandkids. Living a peaceful life until the end. It sounded too good to be true. “Earth to Y/N?” You snap out of it and avoid Yuta’s eyes as you caught his smirk. “Here.” You open the box and see a key.

“Yuta.”

“Will you please move in with me? There’s this apartment about twenty-five minutes away from here. It’s new and has a few things we can work on together. You know to make it feel like home, but that’s not even the best part. It’d be a place we could call our own. What do you say?”

“Of fucking course.” You cry out wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

He was even the first person you got a pet with.

“Yuta.” You hide the surprise behind your back.

“Yes, baby.” He said not looking up from his book.

“There’s something I want to show you.”

“Y/N what else could you-” He paused as you pulled out a small silver-haired puppy. “Is that a dog?”

“No, it’s a parrot.” You say sarcastically. “Isn’t he cute.”

“Y/N you got a dog.” He shut his laptop, running his hands through his. A slight smile tugging at his lips.

“Correction I got us a dog. Think about it. He’d be our little baby. We could take care of him a raise him ourselves.”

“Our little baby. I like the sound of that.” You blush at his words. Not missing the smug smirk on his face. “Let’s pick out some names.”

“We are not naming him Yuta Jr.” He laughs and the dog jumps out of your hands onto the couch and over to him licking his face. Not missing Yuta’s obnoxious noises. You smile at them.

“Look at my babies.”

You found love, hope and so much more with Yuta. You were only twenty-one when you met Yuta.

And you were twenty-two when you lost him.

“Yuta stay with me and Cooper.” Cooper's head pops up at the mention of his name.

“You know I want to, but I have to go, baby. My boss needs me to come by for a meeting. I promise I’ll bring you back some food.” You groan and hug him tighter. Head laying on his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You’re comfy and it’s raining hard out there. I wouldn’t feel safe with you going all the way downtown.”

“Y/N I have to go. It’s important.” He slips from your grasp and rummages for some nice pants.

“But Cooper and I are more important.”

“Though that is true, if we want to continue to eat and live here then I need to go.”

“Fine, but you owe me.” Cooper crawls on your lap and snuggles there.

“Keep her warm for me Coop.” You lift Cooper’s paw and sigh.

“You could just stay here and keep mom, warm dad. I think she’ll like that more.” You try to do your best impression of how Cooper would sound. Yuta let out a loud laugh buckling his belt.

“As much as I want to stay here with mommy I have to make sure my boss doesn’t go crazy without me. That’s why I’m depending on you to make sure she stays safe.” He buttons up shirt and tucks it into his black dress pants.

“You won’t even listen to Cooper. I’m shook.” He laughs before walking back over to the bed. He bends down petting Cooper and looks back you.

“How about this I’ll bring you food and candy. Then I'll make sure we won’t leave this bed for a long time.” His voice drops low and you began to feel flushed.

“Mmm. I like the sound of that.” You eyes flicker to his lips and back up. He bends down and gives you a short kiss, but you grab him and give him a more passionate one. Lips parting as the innocent action gets more heated by the second. Cooper moves from your lap and gets off the bed. You pull Yuta down to the bed and he’s on top of your hand caressing your body. Moaning you fall back to the bed. You buck against him and he pulls away, making a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck all the way down to the valley of your breast. He pulled your bra down just a little and kisses around the exposed space before pulling away.

“I can’t wait to continue.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion at his childlike smile. “When I get home.”

“Yuta!” You whine. He cuts you off with another kiss.

“I love you Y/N. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I love you to Yuta.” You get out of bed with him, hugging one more time. His arms wrap around your waist closing the space between you two. Being in his arms felt so secure. You find yourself casually swaying in his hold, not wanting to leave.

“Y/N I really have to go.” His arms wrap tighter around you before letting go.

“You promise you’ll be back?”

“As if anything could keep me away from you.” He kisses your cheek and slides his blazer on. He waves and you wave back Cooper runs after him.

Irony works in many ways. The next morning you wake up cold with no arms around you. Cooper lays at the foot of the bed and you don’t feel Yuta next to you. A frown immediately is on your face. That’s when you hear something in the kitchen. You hop out of bed and run towards the noise.

“I was wondering where you- Jennie. Doyoung. What are guys doing here?” They look at each other and you can tell something is off.

“Here let’s eat.” Jennie hands you a plate.

“Okay, but where’s Yuta?”

“I’ll tell you when you sit down and eat.” Doyoung’s voice is rough and your heart thuds. He sounded exhausted.

Doyoung is never exhausted.

“Okay.” You take the plate and walked to the table. “Sorry, I’m not wearing anything under the shirt. Yuta let me have it. It’s kinda like our thing. He has some of my socks and hair ties. And I balance it out by taking his sweater and shirts.” You ramble on feeling the tension in the air.

“Y/N eat.” Jennie said sternly and so you stop talking and eat. The atmosphere was tense and both Jennie and Doyoung look so beaten. When you’re done you look at them and raise an eyebrow.

“You guys tell me what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”

“It’s Yuta.” Doyoung said looking out the window. You drop the fork.

“He got in an accident last night.” Jennie said grabbing your hand. Your heart speeds up.

“Is he okay? What hospital is he in? I need to see him.”

(that’s where the actual story starts :))

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Trouble In Paradise

Summary: The reader is stressed out lately and Jensen and Danneel are determined to make her feel better...

Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Danneel

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: language, mentioned inappropriate workplace behavior

“I hate work,” you mumbled, your head against the kitchen counter, a gentle hand rubbing up and down your back and setting something down in front of you. You lifted your head to see a glass of wine, Danneel going back to making dinner. “Can I work at the brewery?”

“You do work at the brewery like the rest of us, just not full time,” she said, rolling her eyes but a smile on her face. “How bad was it today?”

“Hell. I can’t stand working in a cubicle anymore,” you groaned, taking your glass and swigging half of it down in one go.

“Uh oh,” you heard Jensen say as he walked in, damp hair from his shower making his shirt collar wet. “Kiddo sounds like she’s hitting her breaking point.”

“You have long days at work, Jay. You get it,” you said. He nodded but cocked his head.

“Do I love going to work every single day? No. But a vast majority of them, I really do. You guys know it stresses me out sometimes but kiddo, Dee and I have talked and we think you should at least start considering another company,” he said. 

“Why? So I can be a new slave somewhere else?” you grumbled, laying your head back down on the counter.

“...And we’re calling you in sick tomorrow,” he said, your head immediately popping up.

“No, I got-”

“No, you don’t gotta,” said Danneel, a hand on her hip, the other one stirring a pot. “This is not your normal stress. This is really starting to affect you, affect all of us.”

“Name one thing,” you said, crossing your arms.

“You’ve slept in the separate room almost every night the past two weeks for starters,” said Jensen, crossing his arms. “Every once in a while, we get. Hell, we all do it. Every night means you’re avoiding us.”

“I just want sleep. I don’t want to get in bed and somebody touches somebody and then it’s an hour later and I’m even more tired and...” you trailed off, catching their faces. “Sorry.”

“I’m gonna finish making you dinner and afterwords you take a nice long hot shower and then climb into bed with us,” said Danneel. “All three of us.”

“Alright,” you said, holding up your hands. “Whatever you guys want.”

An hour later you were curled up in the middle of the bed, wearing one of Jensen’s shirts, a pair of Dee’s pajama shorts on, both of them making sure you were covered with your favorite blanket as they tucked you in between them.

“Is she okay?” you heard Jensen whisper when your eyes were shut after a few minutes.

“She needs a good night’s sleep and a day off,” said Danneel, moving a hair out of your face. “I hope that’s all it is.”

“You don’t think it’s because I brought up the parents thing again, do you?” he whispered back. “Hers are the only ones that don’t know about us.”

“She’ll tell them when she’s ready,” said Danneel. “I don’t need both of you worked up, Jensen. Stop freaking out.”

“I know. I just...I think I should stay home with her tomorrow. I know I said I’d do a few things around the brewery but...” he said, running his hand over your head. “I want to make sure kiddo’s okay.”

“Call me if you think I need to come home,” she said, Jensen nodding. “Hopefully she sleeps better tonight.”

“Morning,” said Jensen when you flashed open your eyes, the clock behind him saying it was close to ten. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” you said, shutting your eyes, burrowing your head in his chest, absently reaching behind you and whining when nothing was there. “No Dee.”

“She’ll be home this afternoon,” he said, snuggling you. “We already called your boss. Have I ever told you he’s a major dickhead?”

“Probably because I was calling in sick,” you mumbled.

“You took one sick day for the first time since I’ve known you. You know what? We should go on a vacation. Take my girls to the beach or some private getaway or we can have a vacation at home,” he said with a smile. 

“Maybe,” you said, rolling over in bed, closing your eyes for a moment before you were being picked up.

“No more sleeping. I want to spend the day with you,” he said, carrying you into the bathroom. “Get dressed, let’s do something fun.”

Half an hour later you were eating breakfast on the back patio, enjoying a nice summer breeze on your face.

“I thought you might have forgotten how to smile for a minute there,” he said, reaching over to grab your hand.

“Does my life work with your and Dee’s? Seriously, do you think it does?” you asked, feeling his hand pull back.

“Does me living in another country most of the year sound like my life works with yours?” he said gently. “I know you, Y/N. You’re hiding something.”

“I’d rather spend my day alone if you don’t mind,” you said, grabbing the plate and heading to a chair by the pool, turning your back to him.

“Hey,” you heard about thirty minutes later, your head whipping around to spot Danneel standing there, pissed as hell. Jensen was nowhere to be found which was probably a bad sign. “You better start talking to me because he’s convinced you’re about to break up with him...and me and I honestly don’t know where your head is at.”

“Maybe...a break would be a good thing,” you said with a shrug, grabbing your plate, trying to move past her, a hand catching your arm. “I’m not calling it off. Just some time away.”

“I don’t even...” she said, storming away, Jensen hiding away somewhere while you packed a bag. Neither one were downstairs when you finished but they were both sat on the hood of your car when you went outside.

“Guys. You gotta move,” you said.

“You know...I called your work friend, Lisa, after Dee said she was coming home. She didn’t seem to want to talk to me and then she just wouldn’t stop talking and she sure told me some stuff,” said Jensen, tapping his finger on the hood.

“What kind of stuff,” you said, Danneel giving Jensen a look.

“He won’t say, even to me,” she said. “And we don’t have secrets in this relationship so that is sort of scaring me a whole lot.”

“I’ll tell you if, Y/N says it’s okay,” he said, shaking his head at you. “Why didn’t you say something? I get it why you’ve been acting so closed off now. You didn’t have to go through that alone.”

“I wanted to but...I feel like I’m always the one with problems. I’m the screw up. I thought I could handle it myself,” you said.

“Kiddo,” groaned Danneel. “That’s not true. What happened?”

You gave Jensen a nod, finally seeing a wave of relief wash over him that they hadn’t lost you.

“Someone was inappropriate towards Y/N at work. Her boss,” said Jensen, Danneel’s face torn between disgust and wanting to run over and hug you. “Apparently it happened a few months ago and Y/N reported it. Now he’s getting back at her by giving her crap assignments, working her to death...and occasionally being as Lisa said, ‘a creep.’ It’s why Lisa left there about a month ago.”

“I have a lot of questions. I mean a lot of questions,” said Danneel. “Most of all, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, getting an simultaneous head tilt from both of them that would make you laugh any other day. “Sorta. Can we go inside and sit down to talk about this?”

“Of course, kiddo.”

“Okay, one ice cream sundae,” said Danneel as she set a tray down over your lap a few hours later, Jensen pouting at her, giving her a smirk when she pulled out another spoon. “Go get your own spoon.”

“Sassy,” he said, tickling her hips as he hopped up from the couch, leaving her to slide into his spot beside you.

“Feeling better now?” she asked, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Yeah. Still undecided on what to do about work but yeah. I should have talked to you both,” you said.

“You did. I mean it got to like nuclear warning level before you did but better late than never,” said Jensen, taking up the spot beside you, immediately digging in, get whip cream on his nose. “Wha?”

“You’re perfect,” you said, Danneel focusing in on a piece of brownie covered in syrup. “You are one to talk though.”

“About?” he asked.

“You two not talking to me about telling my parents about you,” you said. “Ring a bell?”

“To be fair, he’s the worrier,” said Danneel.

“You brought it up first,” he said.

“I made a comment and then you got-“

“They know already,” you said with a laugh, taking a big spoonful of ice cream for yourself. “They want you guys to come to dinner.”

“What’d they say?” asked Danneel, looking away when you turned to her. “Not that I was worried or anything.”

“They asked if you guys made me happy. They were good with it,” you said. “Mostly.”

“Mostly?” she asked.

“They still want to size you up. Don’t worry. My mom thinks you’re cute,” you said, giving her a kiss. “Me too.”

“What about me?” asked Jensen.

“I apologize in advance for my dad...and older brothers...and younger brother,” you said with a wince. “They always gave the girls an easier time.”

“The things I do for you two ladies,” he said with a fake sigh.

“Sorry I made you freak out earlier,” you said, holding up your spoon, Danneel stealing the bite meant for him. “Dee!”

“Wha?” she said with a giggle. “I freaked too.”

“Sorry,” you said, Jensen smushing himself into your side. “Alright, I get it. Now give me some space before I dump this thing all over us.”

“Don’t give him any ideas,” said Danneel.

“Too late. So many ideas,” he said with a smug grin.

“Bad ideas,” said Danneel, taking another bite.

“Oh yes. Very bad ideas,” teased Jensen, nuzzling his beard against your cheek. “This one is down for it.”

“Behave,” chided Danneel, waving a finger in his face. “We’re pampering her tonight. Play later.”

“Alright, alright,” he said. “Get your pamper on.”

“Good morning beautiful,” said Danneel, sipping on a cup of coffee with a tired smile when you came down to breakfast. “You’re not dressed for work.”

“Fuck it. I quit,” you said with a shrug. “I didn’t like my job even before everything happened and you need help with the brewery. If you’ll have me that is.”

“Of course, kiddo,” she said, giving you a big hug before pulling back. “Wait a minute. This is weird for you. You’re always like, I need to be financially resposible.”

“I have savings and a retirement fund and I don’t need you or Jensen to take care of me,” you said, Danneel cocking her head. “I got this, Dee. I want to do this.”

“Why are you two talking so loud?” groaned Jensen, stumbling in wearing a pair of inside out boxer briefs, his hair sticking out sideways. “I’m on summer break. Sleep in. Shh. No talkie.”

“Y/N’s going to be working at the brewery full time from now on,” said Danneel with a smile.

“Good. I only have to maybe go murder your old boss now,” he mumbled, spinning back around.

“Don’t be killing anyone for me hun,” you said.

“Eh, it’s probably not worth the effort,” he said, heading back for bed.

“How long until you think it registers for him?” you asked, Danneel laughing already. Jensen stuck his head back in, face much more awake. “Realize what I said, huh?”

“Really?” he asked, your head nodding. “Yay!”

“Yay?” you and Danneel asked, looking at each other.

“Take his temperature,” you said.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever heard ‘yay’ come out of your mouth in a non-sarcastic way,” said Danneel, putting a hand on his forehead.

“Well excuse me for not being the grumpiest one in the house this morning,” he said, putting his hands on his hips.

“He’s adorable,” you said.

“We should keep him. You think we should keep him? He can move heavy stuff for us. Plus he’s pretty,” she teased.

“He is pretty. His whole thing he’s got going on right now just oozes allure,” you said.

“Oh yeah, he’s just oozing in it,” said Danneel, Jensen padding over and putting you both in headlocks. “She started it!”

“Just want to make sure you both get your noogies, I mean hugs, before the day starts,” he said wearing a smirk, ruffling both your heads before grabbing Danneel’s mug and taking a sip.

“Do you want to come to work with me today?” she asked. “No dress code and we got a lot of free beer on the premises.”

“Sure,” you said, Jensen smiling as he gave you each a kiss when he went past. “Back to bed?”

“Mhm. I’ll bring lunch by later,” he said as he headed back upstairs. “Drive safe you two.”

Danneel made you a mug and carried it over to the couch, waiting for you to snuggle into her before she handed it down.

“You are going to report the asshole again before you tell them you quit, right?” she asked.

“Yeah,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder. “I wish I could be better for you, for Jay. I don’t tell you the important stuff and tell you all the stupid stuff instead.”

“You’re stubborn and your old boss made you feel a way that pisses us off. We get it. You were scared. You never have to be scared of us though. The stuff you tell us isn’t stupid either. If we didn’t like you, kiddo, we wouldn’t be dating you,” she said. “We’re head over heels actually so...you’re stuck with me and the big guy.”

“I can think of worse places to be stuck,” you said, giving her a soft smile.

“Jay mentioned this morning while you were in the shower...do you want to get a dog? He thought it would be good for us. Like a test run of sorts,” she said.

“He’s not talking about babies again, is he?” you asked. “Boy’s got baby fever.”

“He’s got puppy fever right now. Maybe we could go look this weekend?” she asked. “We could call your parents, maybe get together for dinner tomorrow night. Invite your brothers too.”

“Those sound like good ideas,” you said. “Especially the puppy.”

“I think so too, Y/N.”

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“i think you look cuter with me” + yoongi por favor queen 🤧

bless but like you give me too much credit tbh 😭😭

“I think you look cuter with me.”

 The pout on Yoongi’s face as he crossed his arms across his chest wasn’t a new sight for the others walking through the halls. The infamous pout seemed to be the only face that Min Yoongi could make, though the thought of anything other than the pout scared most of the other students. This pout, however, seemed to be aimed at something and it was only redirected when Yoongi was shoved from his left by none other than Hoseok.

 “Who are you glaring at? They’ve got to be dead by now, with that look you’re giving them.” Hoseok mumbled, mostly to himself as his eyes tried to lock onto whatever was occupying his silent friend. Yoongi could only scoff, eyes rolling in his head as he took a step to the right to allow Hoseok more room to search for Yoongi’s target. When Hoseok straightened out from his slight stumble, frown shooting Yoongi’s way when he caught his balance, his eyes immediately found their way past a doorway and into the classroom across the way. “Wait, are you-”

 “Who does he think he is, flirting with her like that?” Yoongi whined, a deep frown taking over his face when Hoseok pulled his eyes away from the scene taking place in the classroom. With a raised brow, Hoseok’s arms came up to match Yoongi’s stance, his face breaking out into a smirk as Yoongi continued his whining. “He knows she’s off limits-”

 “You expected Jungkook of all people to listen to you?” Hoseok couldn’t contain his laugh as Yoongi’s frown seemed to deepen even more before it was facing the classroom once more. When Hoseok collected himself, he pretended to wipe a tear away before a sigh escaped him and he was watching them once more. “From what I’ve heard, they’re partners for a project.”

 “That’s even worse! They have to spend time together, lots of it.” Yoongi whined again, catching the attention of a few girls in a younger grade. With a glare, they were quickly scurrying on and pretending they hadn’t just heard the Min Yoongi whine. “Why did they have to be partners? Why couldn’t she have been paired with Taehyung or Jimin? They’re touchy but they actually listen to me.”

 “Why are you even worried about it? How could Y/N resist a cool, senior like you?” Hoseok patted his shoulder, laughing again when Yoongi’s face contorted into one of displeasure before he was pulling the latter off toward class at the sound of the bell.

 All day, Yoongi’s thoughts were about how her smile was so bright when she was looking at Jungkook, how she had giggled at something he had said. He tried imaging it was him instead, that warm smile she always had blessing him followed by her warm laugh. Yoongi would have thought he was crazy with how much she was the focal point in his thoughts, but he was past that point. He just wanted to be able to hold her hand and say she was his. The simple things, that’s all Yoongi really wanted and Jungkook was getting in the way of that.

 “You’ve been spaced out all day, Yoongi. What are you even thinking about?” Yoongi was scoffing when he felt fingers press into the back of his head, pushing it forward and almost causing his forehead to collide with the wood of his desk. With a glare, he met Jin’s questioning face before another scoff was leaving him. “Did you forget your brain at home this morning or something?”

 “Maybe.” Yoongi grumbled, looking around and then back at Jin with another pout. “Is class over already?”

 “Idiot, honestly. Hurry up or Namjoon is going to lay into you again, and I won’t stop him this time.” Jin was calling over his shoulder, making his way out of the classroom and toward the spot the others were probably waiting in. Yoongi felt his shoulders sag, getting up from his chair with his bag and cursing the fact he couldn’t focus with Y/N on his mind.

 “There’s the airhead! You haven’t floated off yet.” Taehyung’s hand clapped Yoongi’s back, his joke eliciting giggles all around from the others while Yoongi was shoving Taehyung away. He opened his mouth to retort, the words stinging on the tip of his tongue before Taehyung was gasping and looking over Yoongi’s shoulder at the entrance. “Since when does Jungkook talk to girls?”

 Yoongi couldn’t help himself, spinning on his spot and feeling the pout return when he realized the ‘girl’ Taehyung had mentioned was Y/N. His eyes raked up and down her body, sighing at the cute way she were clutching her books, her warm smile directed at the wrong person as he explained something to her.

 “Hey! I invited Y/N to hang out with us, if that’s okay with you guys? We have this history project and she was just going to come over to mine afterward.” Jungkook explained, his smile bright and youthful. It left a bad taste in Yoongi���s mouth as he let his eyes flicker over to her. Y/N’s smile matched Jungkook’s and her eyes scanned over the older boys standing in front of her before they landed on Yoongi. Not that he could tell for sure, but Yoongi thought maybe her smile got wider when she looked at him but he wasn’t sure about that. He was sure about the blush that was blossoming across his cheeks that he was trying to hide.

 “Let’s go, I’m starving.” Hoseok was groaning from the other end of the group and they were off to the parking lot. Half got into Jin’s car, the other into Yoongi’s and much to Yoongi’s annoyance Jungkook and Y/N ended up in his backseat.

 “Yoongi, can you turn the radio on or something?” Jungkook whined from the back, Y/N’s giggle following soon after when Yoongi shot him an annoyed look. For the second time, Yoongi’s mouth opened to retort but was cut off by Taehyung’s little gasp.

 “You should let Y/N listen to your music!” His suggestion made Yoongi tense up, eyes locking on the road in front of him as Taehyung turned in his seat to talk to the person in question. “Yoongi makes his own music, raps and produces, all that. He’s basically a sound cloud rapper, if he would put his stuff anywhere.”

 “Knock it off, she doesn’t want to hear-”

 “That’d be cool! I’d love to listen, if that’s okay?” Yoongi’s half threat, half self-deprecation died in his throat when her voice cut through the air. The hand on Taehyung’s shoulder dropped, his eyes meeting her’s through the rear view mirror in silent questioning.

 “R-Really? You want to listen to it?” Yoongi’s throat suddenly felt dry, tongue sticking out to swipe across his drying lips. When he saw her nod in the reflection, he was quickly plugging his phone into the aux at the next red light.

 His car was soon being filled with his music, Jungkook and Taehyung rapping along with what they could as a small smile sat on Yoongi’s features, eyes flickering to her to gauge her reactions with each new beat that filled the car. 

 When they reached the diner that had become the go-to after school hangout, Jungook and Taehyung were tripping out of the car to get inside and grab their usual table. Yoongi could only sigh, cutting off the car and stepping out of it with Y/N carefully doing the same. When her door was shut, Yoongi locked the doors and started to walk alongside her to the door. “So, what did you think?”

 “You’re really talented, Yoongi. I don’t think there was a song I didn’t like.” Y/N began, her smile taking over her face and leaving Yoongi breathless when he glanced over at her. His smile only grew on his own face as she gushed about his music, his cheeks turning pink once more as they eventually came to a stop a few steps away from the door. “Really, you should post that somewhere or send it to a company. You’ve got serious talent.”

 “Thank you, Y/N. You’re giving me a lot of credit I probably don’t deserve.” Yoongi laughed awkwardly, his hand coming up to scratch at a spot behind his head. When his eyes landed on Y/N’s face after staring at the ground, they widened at the frown resting on her face aimed right at him. “I-I mean-”

 “I’m not giving you enough credit, if anything! You’re crazy talented and definitely would make it far.” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she gave Yoongi a look and he could swear his heart was flying right out of his chest at the intense look of sincerity she was giving him. “Even if you decide to go for it and feel like no one likes your music, I’ll still be here to support you.”

 “S-Support me?” Yoongi gulped a little, watching as her mouth fell into a small ‘o’ shape, her cheeks turning pink this time as she let her eyes fall away from his face. It grew silent between them, Yoongi watching as she fiddled with her hands before he was carefully reaching out to take her hand in his. “You know, I saw you and Jungkook talking earlier. I don’t know if you’re just partners for that project but, I think you look cuter with me, honestly.” 

 He could feel her grip on his hand tighten at his confession, his face breaking out into a full blown smile as he watched her whole face break out into a bright red blush. He squeezed her hand back, her eyes flickering up to his before she leaned up to press a quick kiss to his cheeks. “We’re just partners, nothing else. He thinks you and I would be really cute together, too, for the record.”

 “Good, then you can go on a proper date with me tomorrow and he can’t be mad.” Yoongi’s smile was confident then, reveling in the shy giggle she offered before she nodded and with hands entangled, made their way inside to reach his waiting friends.

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