#but yea boy's got an update!! new face!! i think this one makes more sense

[thekingofchungus]

OH and I updated my fursona last month. So there’s that.

[aizawaorkuroo]

Seek the Light

Ship: Ukai Keishin x f!reader

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 8.4K

Summary: Back home after losing your job, you wander into a convenience store not realizing you would see a familiar face.

Warnings: Young Ukai’s a bitch, Language, Biting, Vaginal Fingering, Size Kink (I know this man has a bick dick I know he does), Overstimulation, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Dom!Ukai

AN: first haikyuu fic haha and first time writing ukai so im still figuring it out! This one got away from me gsfda and the conflict resolved easily cause its my fic and i make the rules tgerfw

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The dipping summer sun casts shadows across the buildings, while painting the clouds a pretty gold. Memories of childhood and youth flood into you, creating a fondness in your heart. Yes, Miyagi was nice. It would be nicer if you didn’t have to move back home after losing your job in Tokyo. You can tell yourself it’s temporary all you want, but it’s embarrassing. Failing is embarrassing.

You sigh, realizing you should probably head back home before it gets too dark. Despite the setting sun, the air has yet to cool off, and you find that your walk has left your throat parched. You glance around, smiling as you spot a convenience store. Nice.

You smile as the air conditioning hits your skin. You make a beeline for a bottled tea, already excited for the refreshing taste. You hum happily as your eyes tilt up to the man behind the register. His eyes are glued to an issue of something, and a cigarette dangles from his lips. Ukai Keishin.

You feel your heart stutter as you watch your best friend from high school read. His hair is long and blonde now, and it just makes sense. He’s handsome, you realize. You always thought he was cute in high school, but he’s a man now.

“No fucking way,” you breathe out, drawing the gaze of the man sitting behind the counter. His eyes widen, recognition clear as day in them.

“Y/N?” His voice is unusually quiet, and his eyes bore into yours, as if you would disappear again if he looked away. Guilt swells uncomfortably in your stomach. You hadn’t talked to him in years. You moved away, and you lost touch with your high school friends, including him. Especially him. He slowly stands to look at you, putting what he was reading down and shoving his cigarette into an ashtray.

Yes, you had been gone for awhile, and yes, the two of you hadn’t talked. But you were both here now, and a second chance has been given to you, wrapped up like a present in the form of a stunned employee at a convenience store.

“Ukai! I forgot this was your mom’s place!” you yell excitedly, rushing behind the counter to trap him in a tight hug. He huffs against you, tensing, before awkwardly wrapping his arms around you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His words stir something hot and sticky in you, and you push away from him, sheepishly smiling.

“I lost my job and couldn’t find another one in time, and uh, here I am.” Your nose scrunches up at the thought of your tiny, Tokyo apartment that you would never return to.

“No shit, huh? Are you back with your parents?” Your shoulders sag and you nod, pursing your lips.

“Yea, but what have you been up to?” you ask, eager to learn more about your old friend.

“Y’know, working here, hanging out with Shimada and Takinoue. I’ve also been coaching Karasuno’s volleyball team. They’ll sometimes stop by.”

“Oh that’s absolutely perfect,” you laugh. “My volleyball boys never grew up, huh?” He rolls his eyes at you, crossing his arms in feigned annoyance. You hold your hands up in peace, trying to suppress the giggle that’s bubbling in your chest.

“Well, you clearly grew up,” you offer, letting your eyes trail over him. His eyes widen again, and a faint blush covers his cheeks, so soft you almost don’t notice it. “But you’re still reading the same shit.” He lightly punches your arm, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Anyways, the four of us should get dinner sometime.” You cock your head to the side, trying to gauge his reaction. He snorts and rolls his eyes at you, but there’s a small smile on his face. That's promising, you muse to yourself.

“Yea, that sounds good. And I’m sure Shimada and Takinoue will say yes. I can text you when we’re able to.” He pauses, and his eyes drop to the ground. Your stomach twists into knots as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “Is your number still the same?” It’s an innocent question, and yet you feel like the floor has dropped from beneath you, leaving you unbalanced.

“Uh, yeah,” you murmur, feeling guilty when he nods and presses his lips into a thin line.

“It was good seeing you, Y/N. I’ll text you.” You nod, slowly backing up to the door. You give him a small wave before pushing the door open, stepping back out into the warm air. Your body moves on autopilot while your brain goes into overdrive as you ponder how you can properly mend the bridge between you two.

It’s only when you’re halfway home that you realize you forgot your tea.

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When Ukai texts you, you can’t help but to cringe at the past messages that were left unanswered. Random little texts, asking about your day, how’s Tokyo, updating you on everyone back home. You had meant to answer them, but you just couldn’t. You could pinpoint the moment you stopped answering his messages, and you shudder, remembering how harsh he had sounded over the phone. Not that you had been any kinder. After that night, his texts trickled in slower and slower, until they ended completely.

You inhale sharply, closing your eyes. But you’re back now, and he’s texting you again. You blink your eyes open, rereading his message.

Hey! How does Saturday at 8 work?

Taking a shaky breath you quickly type out a response that you hope isn’t too eager.

That sounds great! Is that one place with the great hiyashi chuka place still open?

The four of you used to eat there in the summertime, feasting on cold ramen and an assortment of toppings. Takinoue used to flirt with the waitress, who remained unimpressed throughout the years. You smile fondly at the memory, excited to see everyone again. Your phone vibrates, pulling you from your thoughts.

Yea and it’s still the only hiyashi chuka place in town

You hum at his message, thinking of how long the four of you used to wait while the summer sun blazed down, and sometimes Kimi would go with you. She had a massive crush on Shimada, one that left her helpless to your and Takinoue’s teasing. Your phone buzzes again, and you look down, slightly surprised at the second message.

I’m excited to see you again.

That was promising indeed.

And yet you can’t help the way butterflies terrorize your stomach as you stand outside the old restaurant. Part of you wants to turn around and walk home; another part of you wants to throw up. You inhale sharply, steeling yourself, and you walk through the door.

It’s just like you remember, and you feel more at ease. You know this place, and these are your friends. There was no reason to worry. But still…

Your eyes flash across the room, before zeroing in on your usual table. You grin widely at Takinoue who is waving you down. Shimada sits next to him, smiling softly as you approach. Immediately, Takinoue gives you a bear hug, making you giggle.

“It’s been way too long,” he whines before letting you go. Shimada rolls his eyes, offering you a small wave. You slip into the empty seat next to Ukai, greeting him quietly. He nods, a small smirk tugging at his lips. The nerves that had been eating away at you dissipate immediately. The conversation flows easy, as if you never left. And when the hiyashi chuka is brought out, your mouth waters just like it used to.

“I’m telling you, it’s not as good anywhere else,” you bemoan. Shimada laughs at that, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“I think that’s nostalgia talking.” You stick your tongue out before shoveling noodles back into your mouth. Ukai snorts, before taking a sip of his beer. Something warm and soft builds up in your heart, spilling out into your entire body.

Happily full of noodles, you settle back against your chair, trying to ignore the way Ukai’s arm rests against the back of your chair. His touch is feather light, but the warmth seeps into you. You missed this, you missed this, you missed him.

When the four of you are standing outside, you shift on your feet, not wanting to have to say goodbye again.

“We should get drinks sometime,” you say to no one in particular. Takinoue slings an arm over your shoulder and his grin is so wide that alone almost makes you laugh.

“Ah yeah! Now you’re talking, Y/N!”

“That is something we can all do together now,” Ukai mumbles, fishing out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket.

“Then it’s settled,” you chirp happily, “We’ll meet up for drinks next weekend, if that’s okay with you guys.” Ukai’s eyebrows pinch together in thought, and he slowly nods.

“That should work.” You pull away from Takinoue, choosing to wrap an arm around Ukai’s waist, and pulling yourself flush against him.

“Perfect! It’ll be nice to get out of the house before I move into my new apartment.” Ukai rolls his eyes, but drapes his arm across your shoulders anyways. You try not to notice the way his thumb lightly strokes your arm.

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The lights in the bar are dim, and you’re sipping on a lemon sour, nestled into the booth next to Ukai. Beers litter the table, as well as small dishes of food, and some shots you all have yet to drink. Takinoue’s cackle barrels through the air as you offer up another idea.

“No, I’m serious! We could all get dinner! I’m sure my parents would be happy to see you guys again.” Ukai scoffs, crossing his arms and fixing you with a pointed look.

“Please, your parents hate us,” he grumbles. A laugh bubbles through you, and you shake your head.

“They did not!” you promise, but your words sound hollow even to yourself.

Takinoue’s eyebrow quirks up in disbelief. Your lips twist into a grimace, memories of your parents looking tired whenever the boys dropped you off at home. “Okay, maybe they did, but ONLY when my grades would start slipping.” Shimada nods at your words.

“Yea, that sounds right,” he says solemnly. You pout at his calm and unsurprised tone.

“I promise they loved you guys. Just like I know your granddad loved me,” you giggle, poking at Ukai’s side. He rolls his eyes, and he downs his shot.

“Please, like that man likes anyone,” he grumbles. You stick your tongue out at him, and punch his arm lightly.

“Alright, but I got you through high school, so he has to like me” you counter, mouth twisting into a smirk. Ukai glares at you, memories of late night study sessions, and rushed homework help before class flood his mind. His shoulders sag, and he lets out a sigh.

“That’s fair I guess. Gotta piss. I’ll be back.” He pushes out of the booth, leaving you with Takinoue and Shimada. Shimada smiles softly, before fixing his gaze on you.

“Kimi was in Tokyo too, right? Have you seen her at all?” he asks. You grin, taking a sip of your drink.

“Yea, we actually got lunch the day before I moved.” You pause, eyeing him carefully before continuing. “Shimada, did you know she had the biggest crush on you in high school?” He blushes a bright crimson, choking on his drink as Takinoue cackles.

“Yea, dumbass. It was obvious.” Shimada glares at him, nursing his beer.

“Well, I clearly didn’t know. And no one thought to tell me?” You shrugged, shooting him an apologetic smile. Takinoue punches him arm affectionately, before his eyes settle on you, full of humor and mirth.

“Speaking of crushes, I was wondering how Ukai would be since you got back,” Takinoue laughs.

“What?” Despite the drinks you’ve had, you feel sober, something cold slinking down your back.

“He was head over heels for you back in the day,” Takinoue’s laughs die down, but he doesn’t seem to notice the way you freeze. Shimada, on the other hand, does, and he cocks his head to the side, monitoring your response.

You sputter, words locked in your throat. What they hopefully don’t know is that you had a massive crush on him too, and it’s only resurfaced violently since seeing him again. Even after what had happened. And yet that cold feeling heats up into something syrupy in the pit of your stomach.

“Well that’s news to me,” you say softly. “Guess I fucked it all up, huh?” Shimada and Takinoue exchange a glance, and you’re sure one of them is gonna say something, but when Ukai slips back into the booth that door shuts, locking their words on the other side.

“What’d you fuck up?” he asks, taking a swig of the beer he had left on the table.

“Ah you know, the usual. My life in Tokyo. And now I’m back with my parents. I did find a job though.” Shimada’s brows furrow, but he says nothing. Ukai hums, his thigh jostling against yours.

“Aren't you at your new place yet?” Your face twists in annoyance, and your head hits the back of the booth.

“I’m gonna have to stay with my parents for a few more days because a pipe apparently burst in my apartment. But I’m going to lose it. I can’t live with them anymore. Not at my age…” you trail off, lost in your thoughts.

“Stay with me. Until you can move in.” 

Ukai’s voice cuts through the noisy bar, and you open your mouth stupidly, no words coming out. He stares back at you, making the butterflies that had been dormant for awhile snap back to life inside of you. He scratches at the side of his face, making pathetic attempts to backtrack. “I mean you don’t have to, and I won’t be there for a bit cause of training camp-”

“No, that sounds good.” You nod at him, an easy smile spreading across your face. “Yea, that sounds good.” His eyes lock onto yours, something dark and undefinable in them. Neither of you notice the coy look Shimada and Takinoue share.

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The hot water streams around you, and you shut your eyes, relishing the way it feels on your skin. You had a long day at your new job, and the approaching weekend was the only thing keeping you going. Well, that and the fact that you were currently in Ukai’s shower.

He had been kind enough to offer you a place to stay, and already your thoughts are starting to drift to darker places. You had harbored a crush on him when you were younger, but you haven’t seen him in years. And yet the way he looked at you made your stomach drop.

You turn the water off, the cold air plucking at your skin and making you shiver. You wrap a towel around yourself, and dry off quickly, trying to forget about the ache in between your legs. It doesn’t work, but you pull on a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt anyways. You could at least pretend it worked.

Ukai’s apartment was exactly what you expected. The walls were littered with posters, books lay all over the ground, and there was a volleyball by the TV. He had rubbed the back of his neck, almost embarrassed when you first got there.

“It’s, uh, not much. Probably should’ve thought about that before I offered, but make yourself at home,” he mutters.

You had reassured him it was more than enough. You were just grateful to be out of your parents' house. You pad over to his spot near the tv, kneeling next to him. He eyes you from his peripheral, not looking directly at you. Nonetheless, it makes you shiver.

“Where should I sleep?” you ask, playing with the hem of his shirt. He nods his head back to the bed, and you flush.

“I can’t take your bed,” you sputter, stomach flipping. He rolls his eyes, a sharp smirk pulling at his lips.

“I gotta leave in the middle of the fucking night for training camp, remember? Take the bed.” His tone leaves no room for any argument, and you nod shyly, before shuffling over to his bed. He refocuses on the game he was watching as you pull the covers around you.

But you can’t sleep. Not when Ukai is so close to you. You flip onto your stomach and huff. He glances at you from over his shoulder and rolls his eyes. He shifts to the side, allowing you to watch the game from your vantage point.

You recognize the Karasuno uniforms, and something syrupy and nostalgic floods your veins. This must be the new team. The two of you stay quiet, the two of you lost in your own thoughts.

It’s only when the noise from the TV stops that you’re jolted back to reality. Ukai’s hand grips the remote tightly, face screwed up unpleasantly.

“Why did you stop talking to me?”

The words ring around his apartment, crystalizing into the air, becoming frigid and uncomfortable. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting your head rest against his pillow. When you open them again, he’s turned towards you, brows pinched and mouth twisted into a grimace.

“I didn’t-” you cut yourself off, pushing yourself up to your knees. “I didn’t mean to.” You hold a hand up to him, stopping his oncoming argument. “I wanted to, and I wanted to pretend like everything was okay, but how could I?” His frown deepens, but he stays silent, memories seeping uncomfortably into the air.

“Keishin,” you hissed into the phone. “Let it go.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? How could you be so stupid?” Your stomach drops at his words, but more than anything, you’re upset.

“I am not the stupid one. I’m the one who made it out of Miyagi. I’m the one who’s going to college.” You hear him inhale sharply, and you can practically imagine the way his eyes are narrowed right now.

“Right, right, right. And you’re also the one who’s sleeping with some asshole, who is way too old for you, and he’s just gonna forget you once he’s bored! If that’s not what a stupid little girl does, you tell me what it is! I’m trying to watch out for you!” he practically yells. You feel the oncoming tears sting the back of your eyes, but there’s something red-hot pushing you forward.

“Fuck you, Ukai. I actually found someone who likes me for once, you have to ruin it. I’m not a kid. You don’t know shit about my life here, and you hate it. If you cared so much, you could’ve asked me to stay. Fuck you.” He swears angrily at you, before the line drops. You stare at your phone, waves of nausea passing over you.

A week later he sends you a text, complaining about his grandfather, and telling you about something stupid Takinoue did. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. His texts eventually slowed down, until he didn’t text you at all.

You shudder slightly at the memory, letting your eyes drop to the floor.

“You acted like nothing had happened, but I was still mad, and by the time I had calmed down, I thought you would hate me for not talking to you.” You wrap your arms around yourself, chewing on your lip. “And you were right by the way, about that guy,” you spit out. “The second someone prettier came along, he dropped me.”

When you flick your eyes up, Ukai’s jaw is tense, his brows furrowed. You dig your nails into your arm, inhaling sharply.

“Fuck, I wish I had been wrong,” he seethes. Your eyes widen, not expecting him to say that. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what you had expected him to say. “You deserve the world, Y/N. More than that piece of shit. More than Miyagi.” His words are colored with bitterness that makes your stomach curdle.

“That’s why I could never ask you to stay. You were supposed to get out of here.” Ukai’s gaze bores into you, the intensity of it giving you whiplash. Your heart melts at his words, and you can’t help but to feel regret for not trying to work things out back in the day.

“And I ended up back here anyways,” you mutter.

“Well, Miyagi has some perks,” he laughs, an easy smirk tugging at his mouth. You cock your head to the side, snorting in disbelief.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“It’s got you now,” Ukai says lazily, while stretching his arms above his head.

Your heart swells in your chest, and you lunge towards him, wrapping your arms around him. He’s tense beneath you, but relaxes under your soft touches.

“I missed you, Kei,” you say gently. His arms drop to hold you to him, eyes closing as he basks in your attention.

“I’m sorry for what happened, and I’m sorry I tried to pretend like nothing happened. I’m pissed that you weren’t in my life, but that was my fault. And now that you’re here...don’t think you’re escaping that easy again.” You nod, and something hot stings the back of your eyes.

“I’m not,” you say gently. “I’m not gonna disappear again. I promise. You’re my best friend, Keishin. I missed you.”

“Okay. Now get some sleep.” His arms loosen around you, and you slump away from him. As you shift back into the bed, Ukai faces the TV, playing it and lowering the volume until it’s just white noise to your sleepy mind. With that, you lie down again, letting your eyes shut and the warmth of sleep overtake you.

Ukai is drawn back into the game, but your words linger in the air. You’re my best friend, Keishin. I missed you. He glances back at you, bitterness eating away at his stomach. He wants to be more than just your best friend. 

He fixes his gaze on the TV, trying to shove those thoughts somewhere deep and dark. Eventually, when he looks at the time, he scowls realizing he’s gotta head out now. Letting out a sigh, he turns to face you again.

His heart tugs at how you’re curled up in his bed so sweetly. Guilt settles in his stomach at the thought of waking you at this hour, but he had to make sure you would be okay. His hand hovers above your shoulder, and he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest. You belong here. With him. He shakes his head, banishing the thought. Ukai gently shakes you, watching as you rub your eyes and blink sluggishly at him.

“Sorry to wake you, but I’m heading out for the camp now. The keys are on the counter. Stay as long as you need to, just make sure to lock up.” You hum at his words, nestling back into his pillow and shutting your eyes.

“Okay, Keishin. Love you. Have fun,” you murmur, before drifting back to sleep. He inhales sharply, eyes boring into your sleeping face. He scoffs to himself, shaking his head. You probably wouldn’t even remember you said that when you woke up. And yet…

Ukai shifts on his knees closer to your sleeping form. He ducks down, letting his lips hover over your forehead. He gently kisses your temple, while simultaneously trying to squash the warm feelings that flow through him. He pulls away quickly, the small peck only lasting a second or two, but his lips burn now, and all he wants to do is curl around you and hold you in his arms.

The thought rushes through him like cold water, and he straightens away from you, trying to ignore the way his heart thuds. Ukai’s lips twist into a frown, and he rises, grabbing his bag and quietly walking out the door.

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The next few days are quiet as you go to work. It feels weird to stay at Ukai’s by yourself, but you have to admit that a weight has been lifted since the first night. It was like you could finally move forward in your friendship, the guilt evaporating and letting you fall back into a normal crush.

The evening you’re able to move into your apartment, it’s windier than you thought it would be. You didn’t mean to steal one of his hoodies, but you know he has a few pairs of the orange one. You had seen them in his closet. You slip the orange hoodie on, clutching the fabric to you. It’s warm, enough to protect you from the unusually powerful wind. You shut your eyes and take a deep breath; it smells like him. The thought makes you shudder.

You keep the hoodie on, promising to leave it in Ukai's apartment when you make your last trip in between. But when the moment comes, you can’t bring yourself to take the garment off. When you slip into bed in an unfamiliar place that night, his hoodie brings you comfort. As your eyes shut, you promised that you would return it the next day, when he texted you for his key.

Except you didn’t. You held onto his hoodie for two weeks. By the time you return it, it has already stopped smelling like him. And now, Ukai’s blinking at you from the doorframe of his apartment, confusion pulling at his eyebrows.

His hair is wet, hanging limply against his head, his normal headband nowhere to be seen. A towel hangs around his neck, and there’s an unlit cigarette in between his lips. You blink up at him blankly, trying to resist the urge to run your fingers through his hair.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He cocks his head to the side, eyes trailing over your face curiously.

“I, um, came to drop this off.” You hold his hoodie to your chest, clutching it tightly in your hands. “But I probably should’ve told you I was coming.” His gaze is glued to the garment your holding, and the silence hangs in between you. Ukai flicks his eyes back to yours, something deep and dark brewing in them. You shift nervously under his gaze, opening your mouth as you hesitantly explain yourself.

“I borrowed it. When I was staying here. Just took me a while to drop it back off,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed.

“Keep it.” His voice is warm and steady in the air, making your spine tingle. Your hands drop from your chest, hoodie still clenched tightly.

“Oh. Okay.” Your mouth feels heavy, the words sticking to your tongue like molasses. “I guess I’ll head home. Thanks.” You start to turn away, when his hand shoots out, latching onto your wrist.

“You just got here.” His touch stings you, burning into your skin in a way that makes you crave more. You slowly, and weakly, you nod at him, letting him guide you inside his apartment.

“So you borrowed my hoodie, huh?” He smirks at you, eyes gleaming at the way you nervously sit at the edge of his futon.

“Yea, I was running out the door and it was colder than I thought, so I just grabbed it.” Your hands grip the fabric tightly, before you put the hoodie on the bed next to you. Ukai cocks his head to the side, his sharp smirk never leaving his face. “But it took me a while to return because, well…” He flops down onto the ground in front of you, resting his chin in his hand.

“Because it smelled like you,” you mumble, feeling butterflies slip into your veins. Ukai’s eyes widen for a split second, and he plucks the unlit cigarette from his mouth, throwing it to the side.

“Huh, no shit.” His words are colored in disbelief, but his gaze is unwavering, sending a small shiver down your spine. He shifts forward, pushing into your personal space until his face is right in front of yours.

“If I’m reading this wrong, you gotta let me know.” The frail dam that had been holding your emotions in place splinters, leaving your mind reeling. But one thing was sure: it was impossible to deny how you felt.

“You’re not,” you manage to sputter out. “You’re not reading it wrong.” He hums in satisfaction, eyes trailing over your face.

Ukai surges forward, and his lips are warm and rough against yours, and he steals your breath away immediately. A hand gently holds your face to his, the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. Tentatively, you twist your fingers into his hair, and he groans against you. He pulls away from your lips, leaving you chasing after him. He pants against you, eyes dark and unreadable.

“Been wanting to do this for years,” he mutters, looking at you intensely.

“What took you so long?” He rolls his eyes, leaving sharp kisses down your neck.

“Too scared that I would push you away, and I did that anyways.” You pout at his words, tugging him up by his hair.

“I’m not going away again, and there’s nothing you could do to make me” you murmur, leaning forward to kiss him. His tongue prods at your lips, and you open your mouth obediently, letting him explore. Ukai’s hands are warm on your waist, squeezing the flesh that’s there. He pulls you onto his lap, shifting his legs under you so you’re flush against him.

“You good?” you ask in between kisses, scratching his scalp. His hips rock against you, and he pulls back to smirk at you.

“I’m more than good, baby.” Grinning, you meet his mouth again, letting your hips grind against him. His warm hands wander up and down your body, setting your skin on fire. They rest on your waist under your shirt, and his fingers tap at the flesh there. You hum happily, before leaning away and pulling off your shirt and tossing it behind you. Ukai freezes, eyes hungrily taking in the newly exposed skin. You flush as his hands start to trail upwards, ghosting over your skin.

You dip forward to kiss him again, and his hands reach around to fumble with your bra. You smile against his lips as he struggles, but the second it’s off, his hands are kneading your breasts.

“What are you smiling about?” he mutters against your lips, before pinching one of your nipples. You pull back and inhale sharply, biting your lip before tugging at his shirt.

“Not fair that yours is still on, Keishin,” you whine. He rolls his eyes, and pushes you off of his lap, letting you fall against the futon. Ukai strips quickly, a sharp grin on his face making you flush. He crawls forward, caging you in between his arms. His hips settle in between your thighs, and you can feel his erection through his boxers.

When he looks at you, his hair flops down. You lift your hand, running your fingers through it. He leans into your touch, grinning before bending down to kiss you. His lips are warm against you, and he doesn’t waste any time, attacking your jawline and neck with sharp, biting kisses. You card your hands through his hair, eyes fluttering shut. His kisses switch into something more intense, and you gasp, eyes fluttering open as small bites litter your neck.

“Ukai,” you moan, fingers tightening in his hair. He leaves little marks until he reaches your chest. His tongue swirls around a nipple, fingers pinching the other. The small sparks of pleasure go straight to your pussy, and your hips shift underneath Ukai, making him groan.

His mouth is hot and relentless on you, and your nipples ache from the attention. His teeth lightly bite down on your breast, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your eyes fly open.

“Keishin!” you squeal. He chuckles before letting his tongue run over were he just bit.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, not really meaning it, and he continues his path down. When he reaches the waist of your shorts, his eyes find yours, waiting. Biting the inside of your cheek, you shift your hips up, and Ukai grips the fabric, tugging down both your shorts and your underwear. His eyes focus on your exposed pussy, making note of how it’s already wet.

“Quit staring,” you complain, embarrassment flooding your system. He smirks down at you, using his finger to trail up and down your already soaking slit.

“So pretty and wet…” he mumbles. Your hips squirm underneath him, and his finger travels to circle your sensitive clit. You whine at the jolts of pleasure, making him smirk. His finger dips down, and he pushes it in gently. He thumbs at your clit, eyes flicking in between your face and your greedy pussy. Your tug at his hair, rotating your hips in time with his gentle thrusts.

“Keishin, more please,” you whine, making him chuckle. He slips another finger in, stretching you out. Your hands leave his hair to pinch at your nipples. Ukai’s head dips down to lightly bite the inside of your thigh, making you jolt. When he pushes in a third finger, you moan loudly, throwing your head back against the pillow. Something white-hot and foreboding pokes at the edges of your mind, threatening to spill over.

“I’m gonna cum, Kei,” you warn, eyes fluttering shut. His fingers curl inside of you, thumb still relentless on your clit.

“Open your eyes, Y/N.” His voice leaves no room for any argument, and you force them to open, watching as his fingers continue to pump into you. “Cum for me, baby.” He leans down again, eyes fixed on yours, and he bites the inside of your other thigh, and the pain combines with the pleasure, catapulting you over the edge.

You writhe and thrash against him, hips bucking up against his fingers. Ukai’s laugh fills the room, and he continues to move his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm. When he finally pulls his hand away, you whimper from the loss. He presses a kiss to your hip before flipping you over.

You hear him shuffle, and you glance over your shoulder and see him kneeling behind you, boxers finally off. Excitement and arousal pool inside of you, and you squirm as his hands massage your ass.

“You’re big,” you murmur, making him laugh. He’s thick and long enough that you know it’ll feel good. But even then, you can’t help but wonder if he’ll actually fit. You flush facing forward again, but he leans down to press kisses to your spine.

“You good to keep going?” he asks in between each peck. You nod, letting your fingers dig into the sheets by your head.

“I’ve been thinking about this for years,” he groans, making you flush. His fingers dig into your ass, massaging the flesh. You squirm underneath him, feeling yourself get wetter under his touch. Ukai runs the head of his cock up and down your slit, and you inhale sharply, overcome with the desire to see his face.

“Wait!” you cry out, throwing an arm back to grab his arm. Immediately, he pulls away from you and freezes.

“What’s wrong are you okay? Do you wanna stop?” Panic colors his voice, and you shake your head before rolling over onto you back.

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you,” you mumble, feeling shy. Ukai barks out a laugh and smirks down at you, one of his hands moving to stroke your thigh affectionately.

“Fair enough. There’s always next time.” His predatory grin makes your cunt clench, and you reach up, gesturing for him to lean down. He cocks his head to the side, hair tilting with it.

“What is it you want?” You flush, letting your gaze go past his shoulder.

“A kiss.” His eyes light up, and he leans down, letting his lips ghost against yours. You push up, meeting his lips, and he chuckles. Ukai ruts his hips against you, letting his cock slide in between your soaking folds.

“Keishin, quit teasing me,” you whine. He rolls his eyes before pushing away, resting on his knees.

“Wanna watch your little pussy try to take me,” he explains, letting the head of his cock gently push into you. Your face contorts at the breach, and you wring your hands in the sheets. He whispers sweet words, eyes glued to your flutter pussy. He slowly rocks his hips forward, watching as he sinks in another inch.

You let out a choked moan, his slow movements emphasizing his size. His eyes snap up to your face, letting his hands squeeze your waist.

“Your sweet little cunt feels so good already,” he groans. Your hands tug at the sheets as you try not to squirm. But it feels nearly impossible with how red-hot his cock feels inside of you.

You preen under Ukai’s attention, his hands massaging your flesh as your pussy tries to relax around his thick length.

“So hot and tight.” His words shake as his eyes trail down your body to watch your pussy split around him as he inches in.

“You’re too big,” you keen, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes at the intense stretch, and nonetheless, the thought adds fuel to the fire in your belly, and your pussy clenches down harder on his cock. His thumb strokes delicate circles into your hip, and he smirks down at you.

“Yea, and the thought has you squeezing around my cock, huh? That’s pretty messed up.” You flush at his words, embarrassment coursing through your veins. You turn your head to the side, wanting to escape his intense gaze. Keishin leans forward, rocking his hips and pushing his cock slowly into you until he bottoms out. You let out a pathetic whine, covering your face with your hands

“Don’t get shy now, baby,” he coos, batting at your hands, which flop above your head. “I think it’s cute how tight you are around me. I’m just too big? Is that it, baby?” You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you. He chuckles as you bury face into the crook of his neck. Tentatively, Ukai slowly pulls out, every ridge and vein dragging deliciously against your walls. When he pushes back in, you groan against his skin, and your hands travel up and down the smooth expanse of his back, your nails leaving red lines.

His hand snakes in-between the two of you, and a calloused finger expertly traces patterns onto your clit. You moan loudly, and your body writhes against him. Ukai pulls away from you, and a cruel grin sprawls out onto his face.

“Are you gonna cum? Already?” You nod, pathetically bucking your hips against him still. “We’ve barely started,” he taunts.

“I can’t help it,” you choke out, nerves feeling overwhelmed by sensations. He hums at your words, licking his lips as he eyes your body.

“Okay. It’s okay. Do you wanna be good for me?” he gently asks. You squirm beneath him, hands gripping his biceps, and you nod your head.

“I wanna be good for you, Keishin,” you cry out, the walls of your cunt fluttering around his thick cock. “I’ll be good for you.” His smirk slips into a softer smiler, and he leans forward, grinding his cock into you, and leaving sharp kisses against your neck.

“Then cum for me,” he murmurs against your neck, before shifting to lightly bite your shoulder. Your eyes squeeze shut, and you cant your hips against him, pussy fluttering around him. You grip his biceps tightly, orgasm overwhelming you.

“That’s it. Creaming so pretty on my dick,” Ukai whispers, watching your face contort in pleasure. He ruts into you, fingers still expertly teasing your clit, in an attempt to draw out your orgasm. Your eyes crack open, small tears leaking from your eyes.

“It’s too much, Kei,” you squeal, nails digging into his biceps as you try to squirm away from him. He tuts lightly at you, his hot tongue swiping along the delicate bite mark that’s on your shoulder.

“I thought you wanted to be good for me,” he rumbles. You nod, letting your eyes shut again. The fingers that were tortuously circling your clit slip away to pinch you’re inner thigh. “Look at me, baby.” You pry your eyes open and pant against him. His clever fingers continue their ministrations, and his hips grind deeper into you, making your brain feel foggy and warm.

“I wanna be good,” you mumble, hands leaving his biceps to tangle themselves into his hair. Ukai makes an approving sound, and he kisses your cheek.

“Cum. Again.” A pathetic cry tears itself from your throat, and you focus on the intense pleasure you’re feeling. Ukai leans down, littering your chest with little sharp bites that make you keen. Your brows pinch at the intense pleasure, hips grinding against him. You’re already close again, and you tug at his hair, urging him to kiss you again. His lips eagerly find yours, and you feel him smile against you. You’re so close to falling over that edge again. Your cunt is absolutely drenched, and the erotic squelching makes you flush.

Ukai’s tongue prods at your lips, and you obediently open your mouth, letting him in. It’s sloppy and desperate, and it’s perfect. His fingers dig into your clit, pinching it, and you are flung into the stratosphere, stars popping into your vision. You gush around his cock, and he groans against your lips.

Your thighs twitch, and your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him close to you, urging him to still. He complies, peppering your face with kisses as you come back to earth.

“So pretty,” he whispers against you. You card your fingers through his hair as you try to catch your breath.

“Oh my god, Keishin.” Your voice wavers, and you're embarrassed by how hoarse you sound.

“Want me to stop?” You shake your head desperately at his question, and your legs tighten around him.

“No. I just need a second.” He chuckles watching as your screws up. “I didn’t think I was that sensitive,” you sigh. You unlace your fingers from his hair, wiping at the sweat that’s on your neck.

Ukai smirks at you as he shifts to kneel.  His warm hands gripping your waist, keeping you flushed against him. You whine at the movement, pussy tightening around him. His eyes trail over where he enters you, admiring how you’re spread out for him.

“Or, maybe my dick’s too big for you,” he taunts, no real malice behind his words. You squeak at his words, feeling embarrassed and warm.  “Yea, that’s it,” he continues, fondly looking at your messy cunt. “You’re so sensitive cause it barely fits in your cunt,” he coos.

“Oh my god,” you murmur, lazily wrapping your legs around him. He lets out a laugh, one that resounds through the apartment, and you smile at him, something syrupy running through your head. “And I think-“

You cut yourself off, nerves overtaking you. His head cocks to the side, and his thumb strokes your waist in a reassuring manner.

“I’m balls deep in you. Don’t get shy on me now,” he says gently, his soft tone colliding with his crude words.

“You’re so vulgar, Keishin.” You roll your eyes at him, a soft smile creeping onto your face. “It could be that,” you say, not wanting to repeat his words, “but I also think I may be sensitive cause it’s you.”

Your voice is soft, and you watch as Ukai practically melts. His arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest. You moan as your weight settles on him, increasing the pressure from his cock.

“Are you being serious right now?” His voice rumbles through you, and you bite your lip and nod. You press a palm to his cheek, relishing in the way he leans into it.

“There’s no one for me but you, Keishin.” Ukai kicks his legs out behind you, letting you get more comfortable on his lap. His arms wrap around you, holding you close to him, and he buries his face into your neck. His hips buck up into you, making you squeal.

“Gonna fuck you so good. You’re never gonna be able to think about anyone but me inside this pussy.” He punctuates his words with a thrust, and your nails dig into his back. You rock your hips against him, as he sprinkles kisses against your neck.

“Ever since,” you pant, “ ever since I got back, all I’ve thought about is you. I missed you so much.” He moans into your neck, and his sweet kisses turn into little bites, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“Did you touch yourself? Thinking about my fat cock pushing into you?” he mutters in between nips. Your brows pinch together and you nod as your exhausted pussy flutters again.

“Yes! But all I wanted was you!” Ukais teeth clamp down on your neck, not hard enough to break skin, but it stings. You squeal as he roughly changes positions again, forcing you on your back again, legs wrapped tightly around him.

His pace is relentless, pounding into you. Your fingers claw down his back, and his hands squeeze your hips.

“It’s too much, Kei,” you cry out, eyes squeezing shut. Ukai presses a searing kiss to your lips, thumb digging into your side.

“Please, baby. Give me one more. Cum for me one more time,” he mumbles into your lips. You nod against him, blinking through the tears. “Good. Just let me fuck you like this.”

His cock drives deep in you, making you keen. Your hands travel up to his hair, tangling into it, and tugging at the strands. He feels everywhere, his presence is overwhelming, hot and heavy. His hips rut into you, lips peppering your face with small kisses. Your cunts already oversensitive can feel your orgasm approaching.

“I’m close, Kei,” you choke out, pussy gushing around his cock. You flush at the lewd noises, but he just moans nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Give it to me. Wanna feel your little pussy squeeze around me.” You hold him to your neck, hips bucking into him. Ukai’s hand snakes down in between the two of you, and his fingers rub intense circles on your clit. Your eyes squeeze shut, as the building pleasure finally reaches its peak.

“Just like that, baby. Cum around my cock.” You writhe beneath him, your hands traveling to claw down his back. Your hot cunt grips him tight, legs tightening around his waist. “Just like that,” he groans, before his teeth sink into the base of your shoulder. You moan his name loudly, loud enough that you would be embarrassed later, but for not you don’t care. All you can focus on is the white-hot pleasure that’s coursing through your system.

Ukai’s thrusts don’t stop, plowing into you and prolonging your orgasm. He pulls his hand away from your clit, and he slips his arms in between your back and the bed, holding you tightly. You whine as you feel his hips begin to lose their pace, thrusts no longer steady. Your legs squeeze around him, keeping him close to you.

“Cum inside, please I need it,” you beg. He pulls away from your neck, eyebrows creasing in concern. “I’m on the pill. It’s safe, I promise. Please Kei, I need you to fill me, please, please, please.”

“Alright, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” His head drops back to the crook of your neck, as he stutters against you, hot spurts of cum flooding your pussy. He falls against you, before rolling onto his side, keeping you tight against him. His cock is still lodged within you, and you whine at the movement. Sweet kisses litter your face and neck, and you blink blearily at him. He slowly pulls out of you, grunting at the way your pussy flutters. You grimace as his cum drips out of your abused cunt.

“Gotta get you cleaned up,” he mumbles, before standing up and disappearing to the bathroom. You flop onto your back, trying to catch your breath. When Ukai returns, he kneels in between your shaky legs, and ever so carefully, he takes care of you. There’s something unusually soft in his actions, soft enough to make your heart squeeze. He also gets you a glass of water, which you gulp down. He lights a cigarette, as he watches your eyes start to clear up.

“Keishin, you’re kind of nasty,” you mumble, stretching your arms out above your head. His laugh rumbles through the air, as he takes a drag. He eyes you greedily, as if he’s going to eat you alive.

“This was nothing. There’s so much I wanna do to you.” His voice is low, heavy with exhaustion. “But for now I just want to hold you.”

“Well that can be arranged,” you tease, lying back on the bed. Ukai chuckles, putting out his cigarette and crawling forward to wrap his arms around you. You sigh in contentment, letting your eyes shut.

“I missed you,” he mutters, and you smile against him.

“I missed you too, Keishin.” Sleep tugs at your brain, luring it to a deep rest.

“Did you mean it? What you said?” His voice is unusually quiet, delicately piercing the air. His thumb gently strokes your arm. Your eyes flutter open, and your brows pinch as you try to recall what you had said.

“About what?” you ask, trying to stifle a yawn.

“What you said? About you and me?”

Oh.

Oh.

You smile at him, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. When you pull away, you lean your forehead against his and you smile.

“The only person for me is you, Keishin. It’s always been you.” He hums happily before he pulls you against him.

“Good. Cause I was serious. I’m not letting you go again.” You shut your eyes and nuzzle into him, taking comfort in the way his arms wrap around you. And it’s in those arms that you embrace the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in years.✨

[scarletwinterxx]

voted most likely to run away with you

Okay but this is probably one of my most fave one? 😂 I do apologize for the slow updates but I’ve been very busy this past few weeks. I hope you like this one!

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It’s always nerve racking on your first day of school. Especially now that you’re the new girl on campus, you can feel the anxious to the tip of your fingers. 

You made sure you got to your first class early so you don’t have to awkwardly enter the room when there’s too many people. Sitting quietly on the side as few more students walk in. 

You were too lost in your own world to notice someone standing by your table, you only looked up when someone cleared their throat

“What do you think you’re doing?” the girl asked

“Uh sitting”

“Was that suppose to be funny?” she sasilly asked, not knowing what to say back you just gapped at her. She was about to say something when someone spoke from the back of the class

“What are you doing?” the guy asked, you looked over to see a very unimpressed but veru good looking guy

“She’s sitting on your seat” she answered, crossing her arms and sending you a glare

“I don’t know there was a sitting arrangement” you mumbled, feeling embarrased. Thankfully someone saved you from your misery, 

“No we don’t, you can seat there sweetheart. Stop bothering girls who come close within Jeno’s radius, will you” he sassily told the other girl, feeling like you’re in the middle of a fight 

“I-”

“Leave her alone”

“Yea Haechan, leave me alone” she smirked but the boy, Haechan, just smirked back at her

“I was talking to you, leave the new girl alone” Jeno, you guess, told the girl. 

You weren’t sure how your first day was going to go but that was definitely not how you imagined it would go.

Jeno took the seat behind you, not sparing anyone in the room a single glance. It was like nothing happened just moments ago,

“Thank you” you mumbled to him, he looked up at you with a blank look on his face

“I don’t like being bothered early this morning”

Oh okay then, you nodded then turned your attention to the front. 

You didn’t see the way Haechan shot Jeno a look, the latter shaking his friend off ignoring him completely. 

That was the first encounter you had with Lee Jeno. 

As the weeks passed by you learned that he’s pretty much the most popular boy on campus, along side his three bestfriends. It’s like something straight out of a movie, whenever you see them walking down the halls, there’s a guarantee that heads will turn their way. 

You’re no exception. but not for the same reason the rest of their fanclubs have. You were just curious about them. 

The first one you met was the mood maker of the group, Lee Haechan. He’s pretty much friends with everyone. He was also the one who stood up for you on your first day. Pretty much since then you’ve considered him to be a friend too. There was something light about him, like you want to be friends with him. The second one was the foreign artsy boy, Huang Renjun, you always see him and Haechan arguing. Jokingly ofcourse, it’s always funny to overhear them argue about something pointless while waiting for your next class. The third one was a bit intimidating, Na Jaemin, He always have his earphones on with a blank expression on his face not really paying attention to his friends or at anything really. But when he’s with friends he can get just as rowdy. In contrast to his resting bitch face, he’s actually quite a sweetheart..

The last one, you aren’t going to lie, caught your eye the most. Lee Jeno. Although his initial appearance looked very intimidating, there was something comforting about him. He feels safe. That doesn’t make any sense since you don’t even know him or any of them, but that’s your initial impression on them.

You’ve mostly kept to yourself, you occasionally hangout with your classmates but most of the time you roam the halls or stay in the library by yourself. You don’t mind. 

It was currently vacant time for you so you decided to go outside and sit on one of the benches. Pulling some of your notes out to study for a bit before your next class. 

Too immersed in your reading, you didn’t notice the looming figure on the side. Totally catching you by surprise, making you jump up your seat

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”

“No, it’s fine” you smiled up at him

“Actually I have something to ask you”

That caught you by surprise, “Uh sure what is it?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go out with me some time?”

“Uh-”

“What are you doing?” You hear someone ask from behind you, looking over to see Jeno looking straight at Hyunjin

“Nothing that concerns you”

How you always end up in middle was a mystery to you, “He was just asking me something”

“If you think you can even get close to her, get lost” your eyes widened at Jeno’s words. 

Is he angry? at you? at Hyunjin? What is he talking about?”

Hyunjin took his gaze off of Jeno then to you, you feel him stand closer behind you until you’re practically between the two boys

“Uh I think it’s time for one of you to go, or maybe I should” before you could stand up, Jeno’s hand land on your shoulder. Gently. 

“He’ll go, right Hyunjin? Your presence is not needed here anymore” 

The guys exchanged looks before Hyunjin walked away without another word. 

You looked over at Jeno to ask him what just happened but he was already walking away, quickly gathering your stuff you jogged quickly after him. 

When you got close enough, you pulled the back of his jacket making him halt his steps

“What the heck was that about?”

“Don’t worry about it”

“I think I should, since I feel like it concerns me” you told him ,feeling a bit aggravated with the way he was acting. 

Not knowing that the guy across you is thinking just how cute you looked, glaring up at him like you could take him on.

You’d probably win. 

“If he bothers you again, tell me”

“That doesn’t explain anything, Lee Jeno”

“If he bothers you, tell me” he repeated his words, making you nod in agreement

“Okay good, now go study in the library. It’s colder in there anyways” he said then walked away.

Few days have passed since that incident, Hyunjin acted like it never happened. Like you don’t exist. It’s still confusing just what went down that day but what’s more confusing is the boy sitting behind you. 

Lee Jeno changes his mood like the weather, you’re never sure just what it will be the next day. One time while waiting for class you start, you were sitting on your seat skimming through your notes, your hair kept falling on your face so you keep tucking it behind your ear. It went on and on. 

Then suddenly you feel someone tug on your hair, catching you by surprise

“Do you have a hair tie?” Jeno whispered by your ear, at this point you’re pretty sure the whole had their eyes on the two of you but that was not where your attention was. 

Jeno was literally so close to you, you can feel his breath on the side of your face

“Huh?” you dumbly asked making the boy chuckle, “You know those things you use to tie your hair”

It was mistake to look to side and be face to face with him because he was literally right on your face. Your cheeks burning at this point. Not being able to form any words, you just held your wrist up showing him the hair tie. 

He smiled then took it from you before leaning back on his seat. You feel his fingers weave through your hair, “What are you doing?”

“Braiding your hair”

“You know how to?”

“Mhm”

He didn’t say much after that, you didn’t say anything either. Still on the process of trying to calm your raging heart. Meanwhile Haechan was trying to hold back his laughter, Jeno shooting him a quick glare to keep him quiet. 

That’s when the rumors started. 

The new girl got the It Boy. 

You’re never one to mind what other people say about you. That came in handy during these times since you can practically feel the daggers coming from Jeno’s fangirls. 

Planning to talk to him about it, you tracked Jeno down after class one day. Finding him by the parking lot with his friends. Renjun was the first one who spotted you walking towards them, patting Jeno on the arm making the latter look over. 

“Hi, uh can we talk” feeling a bit intimated when all four pair of eyes landed on you, keeping your gaze on Jeno

“That’s our cue to leave” Haechan said, pulling Renjun along with him. Jaemin shooting a smile before following behind the two boys. 

“You said you wanted to talk?” Jeno asked when you didn’t speak again

“Uh yea well, can you like tell your fanclub we’re not like dating or anything like that” at this point you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You can’t believe you just asked him that, he probably doesn’t even want to be acquianted with you like that either. 

“And if I don’t”

“Sorry, pardon?” you leaned your ear closer to hear him clearly

“I said, what if I don’t?”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t want to tell them that” he said with an amused look on his face, finding your expression cute. There’s that glare again, looking like you can take him down. 

You already did.

“But we’re not dating. Come on, Jeno please” you exasperatedly said

“I don’t really care what they say, why do you?” it took you a few seconds to answer, gathering your thoughts to give him a coherent one

“And why would you want to be acquainted with me? I’m like-”

“Like what?” he asked like he was challenging you

“I’m me, you’re you”

“That’s not a very solid argument” he laughed, making you sigh out loud

“Please can you just tell them that, I’d very much appreciate it if they don’t glare at like like their ready to jump me every time I walk in the room”

 He walked towards you, crouching down until you were eye to eye

“I don’t know, I kinda like it though”

“Whyyyy” you grumbled, even stomping your feet 

Jeno wanted nothing but to keep you in his pocket, if he could. You were being so adorable, it took every bit of self control not to gather you in his arms and whisk you away. 

“Because maybe I do want to date you”

You looked at him with an unimpressed expression, rolling your eyes at him

See, the cutest. Jeno thought. 

“You’re weird you know that” now that’s not the response Jeno was expecting, but it was so you to say that. 

“I’m weird because I like you?”

“Stop saying that” you’re now a blushing mess, that was the final straw for him. 

He pulled on your arms until you were flush against him, 

“And I don’t?”

“I-”

“You?”

“You’re driving me crazy, Lee Jeno” you grumbled then pushed him away, walking off leaving him behind. 

“You’re driving me crazy, too” Jeno said as he watch you walk across the lot, a small smile playing on his lips. 

From that day one, it seemed like you can’t get the boy off your mind. Much like he can’t keep you off of his. 

But unlike you, he wasn’t afraid to show it. You were shocked when he suddenly sat across from you during lunch, 

“What are you doing here?”

“Eating”

“I can see that but why are here? Your friends are right there” you said while pointing to where the other three guys were sitting, 

“I want to sit here though” he shot you his very adorable eye-smile before he resumed eating

“I have a question” you told him, “Sure, I'll go on a date with you” you just shot him a glare, him showing you another smile

“Remember when you said to tell you if Hyunjin bothers me again?”

“Why? Did he? When?” he asked, his expression and posture completely changed

“No no, he didn’t. He hasn’t since that day, really. I was just wondering what was that about” you told him, watching Jeno relax once again but not missing the way he clenched his jaw when you mentioned that incident

“I overheard him and some other guys betting on you, saying he could make you go out with him then not show up” 

That was what it was about? Why would Jeno care though when he barely knew you back then

“Why did you stop him though?”

He looked over at you, eyes on yours like he was trying to say his answer without actually saying it out loud

“I can’t read minds, you know” you mumbled, breaking the tension. Jeno chuckling at your statement. 

“No one deserves to be treated like that, first of all. And secondly, have you ever thought I meant it when I said I like you?” he asked you

“You’re being weird again” was all you said back to him

“Careful now, next time you call me weird I might have to prove you wrong” he smirked at you. You didn’t how he’ll prove you wrong, worried your pretty little heart might not be able to handle it. 

You just bit your lip and look back down on the table, feeling Jeno’s gaze still on you. Not knowing just how weak you’re making him right now. Just how much power you hold over him. 

“Tell me again why you called me to talk at this time of the night?” You asked Jeno who was walking beside you, 

“Just cause”

“And you happen to bring this bottle of goodness with you?” you asked, holding up the banana milk he just gave you

“Knew you wouldn’t say no if I give it to you”

“Smart”

You really didn’t have any destination in mind, just walking along the streets. You didn’t actually mind that he called you. It was the weekend, you don’t have any  plans beside staying at home and watching some shows. 

“Hey, wait” Jeno said making you halt your steps, then he was crouching down in front of you

“Yah what are you doing?” you asked

“Your laces are untied” he answered as he took your shoelaces and tied them back together. “There” he said when he was done, smiling up at you. 

Just then you swear you felt your heart skip a beat.

Who knew this intimidating, scary, cold looking guy was such a sweetheart?

“Why are you looking at me like that? You’re worrying me” he chuckled at you, standing back up so now you’re face to face

“Lee Jeno”

“Mhm, that’s me”

“You’re very weird” you whispered, then his arms were around you. Tangling around your waist until you were flush against his chest. Your heart hammering away in yours. 

“You want to say that again, sweetheart?”

“You’re weird, Lee Jeno” then his lips were on yours. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle, but he was. His lips were as light as feathers on yours, the taste of the sweet drink still on his lips making you smile

When the two of you broke apart you were still smiling at him, 

“What?” he asked

“Okay maybe now I believe you” you told him, “That’s all you needed? I should’ve kissed you back then” that earned him a smack on the arm

“Shut up”

“You like me”

“Unfortunately” you said then started to walk again

“Hey, no running away from me now”

You looked over to him, seeing the smile he had on was enough to convince you. Holding his hand out for you to take,  

“Want to run away with me instead?” 

[whatisgoingonpaul]

Headcannon hours

They’re both important and random I just wanted to make a few, some of these connect to my backstory post.

Which you can read here: this is my personal idea of the boys backstories. It does kinda end at the prequel so up to 1906:

David-

He is 19. (Born in 1887)

His last name is Hardy

I’ve mentioned this a lot before but he does not drink. He didn’t when he was alive and still doesn’t as a vampire. So it’s water or sodas for him, he personally likes Coke the best.

Low key advocating for them to put coke back in coke

David only does Weed on occasion, he is more straight up  cigarettes

When he was alive he was mildly Blue-Green colorblind. However like a lot of things it fixes itself bit when your a vampire and to say David went wild is a understatement.

He is a absolute sucker for westerns. Favorite movies no competition.

Holds a great deal of admiration for Billy the kid, Bonnie and Clyde , that kind of folk hero. Especially cause he semi lived though it .

Wildly into the “this famous person didn’t die they’re hiding” conspiracy’s

Half of his stuff is a act he’s a secret softie at times, however vampires kinda develop this weird sense of emotions, their cruel without even trying? Like he thinks he’s flirting. Maggots

You could punch him across the face and he’d say something stupid like ‘take me to dinner first’ never insult him. You’ll either be dead or he’ll think your flirting

Really bad history with love, he’s semi bitter about it and steers clear but is a total romantic

Has had a fling with marko in the past. It’s complicated.

The ballroom of the hotel is pretty Intact, that is HIS room. No one else even tries, some nights he’ll just curl up in there alone. Just thinking. He shuts the door and stays there, no ones really sure what he does but it’s a comfort for him, a comfort and a bitter reminder all at once. He never really got over her you know. (This was first brought up by someone else but I love it so ducking much)

Marko-

He is 20 (born 1886)

His last name is Connelly

The ‘Murder capital of the world’ is his work, so is a lot of the inside of the Hotel.

Crow marko crow marko crow marko. He likes shiny things, whatever he finds on the ground and takes interest in he’ll keep, he will randomly hand you something. It’s either a sign of affection on a threat. You become a quick guesser around him

He likes small animals, he relates to them. You would think they would fear him as most animals seam to have this extremely negative/fearful reaction around vampires but he works on it slowly. Currently it’s 3 pigeons , a bat and a opossum that comes and goes.

He knows how he looks. He knows about his soft features and statue like appearance, he knows to well. He FUCKING DESPISES being babied or being catered to and treated like a child or someone with a lot of money. He hates it. Don’t even try it he will bite your hand clean off.

However, he uses it to his advantage, with the natural looks and the sort of Glamor vampires have. It makes a lot of things super easy, kill , pickpocket etc. When he was alive he also pulled this sort of trick, though he still absolutely despised it and almost always ended with his knife at someone’s neck all wigged out

Protective, extremely protective. Loyal. He gets attached super easily.

He can go off on his own on occasion unlike the others.

He did have a fling with David, he was young and stary eyed, here comes this cool good looking guy helping him out. Stuff happens. Now he it’s done, it’s over with and he has Paul for one thing. However he does more of a second / does whatever he wants sort of deal

Started dating Paul in the 1910s however they were always flirty and touchy that the others were not shocked at all when they started with the ‘official’ title sort of thing.

Only person who can calm him down is Paul, on occasion David

He likes to throw his voice, to play around and make voices at random points. Like he’ll make impressions or have a random British accent at times.

Once dressed in drag to bust Paul out of jail, it was completely unessisary , so was shaving (it’s called detail) it was mainly to mess around in the skirt. Literally no one stopped him and they probably should have

Paul-

He is 18 (born 1888)

Last name is Campbell

No thoughts only movement

There is never a point where he is not moving around of figiting or humming

He is the embodiment of a Puppy, all play all the time always excited and typically cheerful. If you get him upset? What the hell did you do.

Slight bit of a weed and substance problem. It does not help that he can’t die from it.

T o u c h y , he doesn’t pay attention and there’s not a real difference on in public or not

He his this goofy sort of laugh half between a hyena and half between a yuppie

Doesn’t say dude all that much. Says Man and Bud a WHOLE lot more

Either to brave or to stupid to have fear

He is a lot smarter then anyone gives him credit for, he has a poor time keeping his attention that’s it.

Major flirt. He’s a natural at it and he also likes the reaction it gets from marko

Dwayne-

He is 22 (born 1884)

Last name is Maher

Jokes way more then Paul. He and Marko have a liking more towards making everything a game where as Paul will do something dangerous because it is dangerous.

Can skate and likes it, it’s such a simple thing and yet it’s so fun? It baffles him and he loves it. Takes it seriously too, that’s why he changed his boots out with some converse

He is the second dad to jasper the 7th (Markos current pigeon) for obvious reasons

Awkward, he makes it a point to look extremely cool and intimidating so he doesn’t actually have to talk to new people, if he does it’s mainly random hand gestures and ‘haha.., yea’

Literally not even close to mature he just knows go logically be careful with a small child

His hair is naturally that perfect. The other boys are super jealous

Not much of a talker , when he does it’s usually whispered or under his breath to the other boys

Slight thing for star ??? 

I have a bunch these are just a few, none of these are for something Spesific . Just what I could think of at the momment

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New Angel - Chapter 16

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NIALL

I blinked a few times as I stared at my best friend who was simply raising her eyebrows at me with a begging face. It was the third day of us spending time together and if I wanted to be honest, I was not completely over the fact that we had seen Grace the day before. I couldn't take it out of my mind of all evening and Millie and I didn't have a long night. We just ate, watched a movie, and I went to bed. I knew my friend was totally aware of what was happening and I suspected that she didn't mention it because she also needed some time alone.

Last night, right after we ate, Louis had came back. He was alone, fortunately, but he barely talked to us. He just grabbed a bag of chips and locked himself in his room, resulting in Millie and I both a bit confused, angry and sad after seeing the person we still had feelings for on the same day.

That's why today, I wanted to do something else and stop thinking about Grace for a while, but Millie's suggestion was not something I would have thought about, ever.

"Mill, I can't dance."

"Oh yea, I'm not really good either. That's why they call it a dance class."

I rolled my eyes and sighed but she took a step closer, intertwining her fingers together in an attempt to beg me.

"Please please please!" she continued, moving her chin up as she sent me puppy eyes. "I have a wedding to attend in a few weeks and I'm gonna have to dance!"

"Like the way you dance in sweatpants in the living room?" I joked, my lips curling into a smirk.

"Exactly! What if a pretty boy asks me to dance and I keep stepping on his feet?" she argued, getting closer again and tilting her head before grabbing my arms. "Please, Niall! Maybe I'll dance with the love of my life! Do it for the pretty boy!"

Her arguments made me chuckle and I rolled my eyes. "Fine, fine! But I don't do it for the pretty boy, I do it for my best friend!"

"How lucky are they!" she replied, smiling more.

"It's you, silly!"

Her eyes roamed on my face for a few seconds and I held my breath when she threw herself in my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck, choking me slightly as she jumped a bit, bringing me up and down with her.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"

"Yea yea," I replied, trying to hug her back without much success. "Now please I can't breathe!"

I cleared my throat when she pulled away and frowned for half a second at the odor reaching my nose. It smelled like candies, a mix of sugar and fruits, and I just smiled when I remembered how much Millie loved candies. She had probably eaten a few not so long ago and the smell had stayed. I didn't know why but I liked it. It was a good change from the very expensive perfume Grace was wearing.

"What do I have to wear?"

"Clothes, preferably." she let out with sarcasm, a smile on her lips.

"You're missing out, I look amazing naked."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Yea, I'll never know." she pointed out, making my lips curl more. "Just bring comfortable shoes, I guess."

I expected the evening to be long and boring, but dancing with Millie was actually quite entertaining, like everything we did together. I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to make her twirl, and surprisingly, the movement was graceful and in perfect rhythm. She ended up facing me with a large grin as I stopped her with my hand on her waist. She laughed, shocked by what we had just accomplished, but I sort of thought it was only luck. In fact, I highly doubted we could do it again,

"That was great! You're so good at this!" she let out.

Her hand was on my shoulder and her thumb brushed lightly against the skin of my neck, making me shiver.

"Thanks, but I don't think we'll be able to do it again." I admitted with a chuckle, shaking my head.

"Don't be a party popper okay?" she argued, raising her eyebrows and tilting her chin down. "You need to stay positive!"

Once again, I rolled my eyes as the music started again. We tried dancing one more time but I had a hard time remembering where to put my feet and after a while, we just started laughing together. In the spur of the moment, I moved farther, holding her hand, before pulling her back to me and making her twirl again. When she stopped moving, facing me, my hand squeezed her waist slightly and she chuckled, her eyes getting bigger, once again amazed by how perfect that movement was.

"See? We did it again!"

"Okay, you were right, we're really good at this!"

"It's a gift!"

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As soon as we stepped foot out of the building, I reached for Millie's hand and made her twirl again. The smile she was now permanently wearing grew even bigger as mine did the same. She giggled and squeezed my fingers before letting go of my hand and we walked to my car in silence.

I waited until she put her seatbelt on to start the car and as I drove, I could feel her gaze on me.

"Thanks for coming with me, Niall." she let out gently, leaning her head on the bench.

"No problem, T'was fun!"

I was surprised of it myself but this evening had been pleasant and my stomach actually hurt from laughing so much. I glanced at my best friend as I turned on our street and realized that it was always fun with Millie. We got along great and we made each other discover things that we definitely wouldn't have by ourselves. I liked that. I liked knowing Millie was helping me becoming a better version of myself, and I hoped I was helping her do the same thing.

"You promised you'd cook for me." she pointed out as I unlocked the door.

I chuckled, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. "A promise is a promise!" I let out loud enough for her to hear as she joined me. "What would you like to eat?"

"Spaghetti. I'm in that mood."

I got back up and turned to her, raising my eyebrows and sending her an amused smile. "Are you serious?"

"Very."

"I'm ready to cook for you and you literally ask me the easiest meal ever thought of?" I argued before shaking my head and chuckling low. "Alright!"

Millie sat on the counter while I cut a few vegetables for my sauce before boiling water. I handed a mushroom to my friend who grabbed it and quickly ate it, making me smile again.

"Are you gonna help me at all?"

"No."

"You're such a lazy ass!" I laughed, making her shrug.

"I was always the one cooking with Louis when you weren't there. I hate cooking."

I looked up at her and my lips curled on the right sadly. It was the first time on that day that one of us talked about a love relationship and it made me feel a bit down. We were doing so well without them, yet we couldn't help ourselves from mentioning them. It made sense, after all. We used to spend so much time with them that we could link many memories, activities, discussions and thoughts to them.

"You should add that to your list."

Millie scoffed but still sent me a small smile. "What? That I can't cook?"

"No, that he wouldn't do it."

Millie stole an other mushroom from the plate and I slapped her fingers quickly, making her frown as she let out a quick 'ow!'

"You need to find yourself a boyfriend or a girlfriend that can actually cook."

We remained in silence for a few minutes and my gaze kept moving from my sauce to my best friend. I could see emotions appear and leave on her face and somehow, I wished I could read her mind.

"Actually, Louis didn't do much of the things I enjoyed." she admitted, making me frown a bit. "I asked but most of the time he said no, or he canceled, or he didn't show up. That's why it means so much that you came with me today, Niall. No one else would have done that for me."

I felt my heart break a bit in my chest and turned to her, placing my hands on each sides of her thighs before tilting my chin up to look in her eyes. She seemed sincere, sad, and slightly embarrassed, and I moved closer until my stomach pressed against her knees.

"Louis is like a brother to me, but he was an ass with you. He never treated you like a real girlfriend and it's a fucking shame. Mill, you deserve so much better, do you realize that?"

Her eyes traveled gently on my face, her traits softened and she moved a lock of her behind her ear. I was staring at her, making sure she knew how serious I was, and she finally nodded very slowly.

"Now." I let out louder, pushing myself away with my hands before turning back to my sauce. "You taste this and tell me if it's good."

I grabbed a spoon quickly and gathered some sauce in it before bringing it up to her, my hand right under it in case it would drip. I stared at her as she tasted it slowly, licking her lips and tilting her head on the left.

"So? Verdict?" I insisted, raising my eyebrows up.

"Perfect."

"I would have been insulted if you hadn't used that word." I admitted with a smile. "This is the easiest thing to cook.”

Millie laughed and got down from the counter to help me prepare the plates and we finally sat together at the table. I ate slowly, watching her do the same, and when she leaned against her chair, I grabbed my beer and took a sip.

"Okay, it's time." Millie let out with a sigh, taking a paper out of her pocket and unfolding it.

I found it a bit funny that we both kept our lists in our pockets. I thought it would end up obsessing me or that I'd always feel it burn against my thigh but most of the time, I forgot about it to enjoy my day and I was pretty sure it was the same for my best friend.

I moved closer, leaning slightly on the table to see what she was writing.

'He can't cook'

'He never did things that would have made me happy'

I breathed in and reached out for the sheet, sliding it slowly to me. Millie looked up and frowned but I just had to do it. I didn't know much about the relationship Millie and Louis had together. I knew they were close, I knew sometimes they were very cute with each other, and that other times they barely acted like friends, but I didn't know how hurt Millie had been through this whole relationship and somehow, I felt like she didn't know either. I felt like she was just realizing that she was better off without him.

I took the pen from her hand and quickly scribbled something.

'You deserve better. You deserve the best.'

I added my name right next to it to say it came from me and when she read what I had written, she smiled fondly and tilted her head. I could read in her eyes how grateful she was and I mirrored the same loving smile to her for a few seconds before taking my own list out of my pocket.

"Okay, my turn."

I stared at the name of my ex girlfriend written on top and sighed low, closing my eyes for a few seconds. The more I thought about it, the more I found it ridiculous to go back and date someone who's only good point was that I actually loved her. Love was not everything and despite what everyone thinks, it doesn't heal everything, especially if the person you love is the person who also broke you.

What actually took me out of my thoughts was the sound of my phone. I jumped slightly, a bit too deeply lost in my thoughts, and searched my pocket quickly. I held my breath and felt my lips part when I saw the name written on the screen. Summer. Suddenly, I felt extremely guilty. Once again, I had sort of forgotten about her. I only had written one bad thing on the list about her and had been too focused on the way I felt for Grace and spending time with Millie to even take the time to message Summer. I could always pretend I just didn't want to bother her but I couldn't lie to myself.

'I miss you, I can't wait to see you'

The words made me swallow and the cute little emoji with hearts around its head made my heart skip a beat. Unfortunately, it was out of guilt, and not out of excitement.

"Who is it?"

"Summer." I replied low.

"Oh."

Millie had only whispered her word and it made me believe that she had realized too that we had barely talked about Summer in the past few days. I held my thumbs over the letters, not really sure what I should type back. I didn't want to lie, and I didn't want to say the truth either. It made me remember that I hadn't even touched myself at all since the last time I had sex with Summer and it surprised me.

"D'you miss her?"

I looked up at Millie who was raising her eyebrows at me, waiting for an answer. If I could be honest with someone, it was definitely her, and I shrugged a shoulder.

"I mean, not really." I confessed, making my best friend's lips part too. "I'm not to the stage that I actually have feelings for her, and sex with her is good but not... flabbergasting, you know? Plus, we've been super busy doing a bunch of things, I didn't really have time to miss her."

"But you had time to miss Grace."

I sighed and looked down before nodding. "I guess."

"You know, Niall, you don't have to justify yourself with me. You feel what you feel, and that's it. It's not like you can control your feelings. You can only control the way you react because of those feelings. That's what shows who you are as a person."

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, trying to keep my tears in. It was the third day and I only had about four more to decide who I wanted to be with. Of course, I could always take more time, but how unfair to both girls would that be? I couldn't just keep them around for weeks until I make a decision. The problem was, I had no idea who I wanted to be with. I had no idea what to do.

"Tell me, Mill, which one should I pick?" I asked in a murmur.

I felt Millie's hand on mine and my eyes fluttered open to stare at her fingers squeezing mine.

"I can't choose for you Niall, you know that." she explained softly. "Just don't force yourself to do anything. It's your life. Your feelings. In the end, you need to take this decision for you."

I looked up in her eyes and held her hand tighter. She was right, I knew it, but I felt like I would never be completely happy, no matter which choice I'd make.

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Daughter!Reader x Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 5. Secrets hurt

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The winter continued like that. He’d bring you food and you’d give him goods, even visiting multiple times a week. Sometimes he’d tell you about the stuff, holding up a jar of applesauce ‘from The Kingdom. The guy who runs it used to own a tiger’ or loaf of bread ‘the hilltop grows the grain, but Alexandria makes it.’ You would hum and nod along, knowing he was just trying to convince you to come back. Mainly because he’d ask if you wanted to come back with him and you would be ‘grateful but happy where you are’

You had asked him to start making lists so you knew what to find and you always tried your best to deliver. Cloths, blankets, kitchen utensils, baby bottles-

“Baby bottles?” you asked, pointing at the item on the list. He nodded.

“John and his wife are pregnant and we don’t have enough to go around.” He explained from the comfort of your couch, feet up on the table.

“But you have some?” you continued, not believing what you were hearing “You have...children? As in...babies?”

“Yea. I keep telling you we’re building a society.” he laughed at your bewilderment. “You’d fit in gr-” your mind ran as what you knew was coming ‘Here it comes again. No never works with these people. How do I get him to shut up?’

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” you cut him off, smiling. You turned to your kitchen unit, pulling out a large bot, a can of vegetable soup, and salted beef that Daryl had brought that day. “You’ve brought me so much it’ll probably go bad before I can eat it all.”

In that time he had stood up and walked over to the kitchen, now leaning on the counter. His sudden appearance made you hold your breath “When did ‘get out’ become ‘stay for dinner’?” he asked, seemingly amused.

“When you stopped understanding what ‘I don’t wanna be part of your group’ meant.” You retorted, cutting up the salted beef with a dedicated kitchen knife. “Are you staying or not?” you turned to him, stopping your cuts for the moment. He nodded with a shallow ‘yeah’, making you smile then go back to cutting. You poured the meat and soup into the pot, placing the lid on top. “Some snow on top to water it down and we’ll be sleeping with full stomachs tonight.”

You had him carry some bowls and a ladle up to the roof. Within an hour the fire outside was lit and the food was cooked atop four bricks you were lucky enough to be able to upgrade your cooking fire with, the old lamp now repurposed into a weapon. There was no conversation but you didn’t feel like you needed it. The wind was calm, letting Daryl look out over the city. “Do you know where the museum is?” He asked while you were stirring the soup.

“A couple of blocks down,” you called back. “Why?”

“Me and a few others are planning on raiding it in the summer” he answered, not turning back to you.

That’s when you realised something. You had heard about all these friends. Carol, Michone, Saddiq, Rosita, Eugene, Henry, Ezekiel, Lauren. He’d mentioned them in passing, saying how they made something he brought you or appreciated something you brought him. Yet he always came alone. It would’ve made more sense if Rick was doing these deliveries, you’d met him before the winter. Sure you stitched up his leg.

The two of you were sitting in front of the fire as it fizzled out when curiosity got the better of you. You swallowed the food in your mouth.

“Why are you always here alone?” you asked, he looked up at you from the other side of the fire. “It makes more sense to have people watching your back but for the past month or so you’ve been visiting me on your own. Why?”

“That’s how it is” he scoffed between mouthfuls.

“That’s how what is?” you snapped.

“You’re allowed to be all secretive but I’m meant to have my cards on the table.” he cut back. You thought it over a second, then went back to eating. You both finished up as the fire mellowed, taking your leave back inside. You carried the pot while he held the bowls. Back in your unit, you piled the dishes into the sink.

“I should get going,” he said, going to pick up his back.

“Y/N!” you nearly yelled. “My name is Y/N,” He looked back at you incredulously. A tense silence fell over you both “Before this,” you waved your hand to motion to the apartment “I was with a few people...including my father. We managed to secure a building, kept the walkers out but after some time new people arrived and a few of them got...Protective, I guess. Including my old man.” You crossed your arms and leant against the sink, the floor now far more interesting than the man in your apartment. “People died keeping me safe when they didn’t need to, all ‘cause my old man refused to let me help, but we were still bringing in new people but not everyone was helping, either cause they weren’t allowed to or didn’t want to. That caused anger to boil in the group and then...more people died.” Thinking back on the Sanctuary tears began to flow, but your voice didn’t shake and your body stayed firm. “I ran away and I’ve been hiding ever since ‘cause I know they’ll kill me if I’m found.” You finally looked back at Daryl who had been hanging on to your every word. You wiped away your tears. “You said I can’t be secretive, well there it is.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“You don’t wanna go home” you cut him off. “You don’t like where you rest your head, that’s why you’ve been spending more and more time out here with me. I get it.” you pushed off the sink, leaning under it to pick up a jug of water to do the dishes with. “You can leave or you can stay the night. I don’t mind.”

You turned your back on him to focus on the dishes. He picked up his things and left without another word. ‘That’s it’ you thought as you scrubbed the pot, now getting more aggressive with it, ‘you fucked up Y/N.’

The following morning you woke up, opened your bedroom door, and saw a familiar red-neck on your couch. You couldn’t stop the smile that plastered your face, but you did grab some clothes from your closet then went back to your room to dress. This time when you left he was up. “‘Morning” he croaked as he stretched. “This couch was a lot comfier the first time.”

Your relationship continued like that for the next while. He’d visit you more regularly, stay for dinner, and usually, he’d stay for the night. You got tired of the complaints about the couch and cleared out the second bedroom. You liked having him visit and were willing to facilitate it. He’d even begun leaving a few things there. Functional stuff like arrows for his bow and fuel for his bike. You found him some clothes and extra blankets, and a bigger bag to carry stuff home.

You didn’t ask why he didn’t want to be with his people. After keeping everything a secret for so long it didn’t feel right, but you could guess. Between your family and your time in the army, you had developed a skill in reading people, a skill you noticed he also had. Maybe that’s why every second didn’t need to be filled with conversation. Though you wish it was so you could know more. He was kind, there was no question of that with everything he did for you without even knowing your name. Though when he came to your apartment he was tense, and he was never happy to leave. This made you think he was going somewhere he didn’t want to be, but he had to be. He always talked so highly of the settlements, trying to get you back there. He must be going someplace else.

The winter passed, your garden began to flourish again, and the walkers thawed. You thought after the winter Daryl would stop visiting but he still showed up. He didn’t come as often for a time, saying he wasn’t gonna make the trip unless he had enough to offer you. You frowned at this “Do come out” you ordered him. “You’ve got people relying on you. Children and everything and I’m able to find stuff in the city you need.”

“I don’t wanna leave you short. Our deal ya know-”

“Screw the deal, Daryl.” you huffed “You’re my friend and I wanna help you”

“Oh we’re friends?” he commented, with a cheeky smirk “Didn’t you try to kill Rick.”

‘So Tara told them’ you thought. “Yes,” you said “In a friendly way.” normally he wouldn’t find that funny, but these past few weeks escaping away to your hide-out had given him a chance to get close to you. “Come and visit me when you can, please? I got nobody else to steal my food.” That afternoon you both search for some last pieces for Daryl, having to go deeper and deeper into the city. You talked about his group’s plan to go to the museum and raid it for seeds and old machinery. You saw first-hand what a crack-shot he was with his crossbow, you whistled as another went down “Not bad bow-boy. How’d you get so good with that?”

“Before all this” you started, walking ahead to pull the arrow out of the dead one. “Me and my brother, Merle, used to move around a lot. We used to hunt sometimes for sport, sometimes for food, but he’d always make it a competition. Decided to learn a quieter weapon so I could beat that son of a bitch.” Another two walkers approached as he spoke. He shot a bolt through one of them while you took the other down with your knife. “After that, he never helped hunting again”

“Sounds like a sore loser” you commented, pulling the arrow out of the walker's head and handing it back to Daryl. He took it and reloaded the bow.

“You have any brothers or sisters?”

“Nah” you shook your head, keeping a lookout while he reloaded. “My old man said I was a miracle baby. Mom was always sick. They thought they’d never have any. I used to hate it but after hearing how Merle left you in a cell while he ran off with your girl, I’m glad.”

“Ahh, he wasn't all that bad,” he commented, walking alongside you.

“No one is as bad as they seem when you know them. At least that’s what my superior officer said”

That evening he couldn’t stay, but he left with a heavy bag and that made you happy. As the evening descended you went back to your unit. The following week would be quiet since Daryl had his big raid coming up. Though you didn’t realise how quiet until you were in the midst of it.

You had scavenged a few things. At this stage, the apartment building had been picked dry but you had a few children’s cloths and some old bandages from first-aid kits that had seen better days. As usual, you had piled everything in Daryl’s room. As usual, you were reading another book. As usual, it failed to entertain you since you’d read it about three times now. As usual, you fell asleep on the couch, not completely though because you heard the front door open.

You sat up sharply. “Dary-”

Thwack

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Better Late than Never

in which the reader was set up on a blind date by Sonia Nevermind with Kazuichi Soda

• Kazuichi Soda x Reader

• fluff

• fem reader

• original idea <33

BTW YALL this might sound accidentally self insert-ish but that’s because I gave the character interests (since this is a date fic) but I dont know anything else to put for them. anyway enjoy still.

“So, there’s no one there?”

I glared at her, death staring into her clear, blue eyes. “What the fuck is ‘there’?”. She sighed and lightly hit my arm. “I’m asking you if you have a crush, silly!,” she spat, yet her tone remained friendly. I shook my head. “I don’t find any of these people attractive, Sonia”.

“So you wouldn’t go out witj a classmate?”

“No, Sonia”

She stays silent, suddenly darting her eyes at Hajime. “How about him,” she asked,“Hagime seems like a nice guy”. I shrugged. “Not my cup of tea, really”. She then points at Teruteru,“And him?”. I looked at Teruteru, who was already gawking me. “God, no, Sonia,” I gagged,“Too perverted for my liking”. She then began listing names. Here is what I had to say for all of them.

Hajime: Boring

Nekomaru: LOUD

Fuyuhiko: Mean and short

Nagito: Psycho!

Eventually, she gave up. I didnt feel any way of them, who’s to know how I feel about anyone else at this school? “Fine,” she said, but her eyes lit up,“Oo! How about-”.

“Oof!”

He had bumped into me, knowing me to the floor. Kazuichi Soda: the Ultimate Mechanic. “Yeah, him!,” Sonia said. I looked at Kazuichi, disgust on my face. “Not in a million years”. “Huh?” (Kazuichi was madly confused). Sonia grumbled,“What’s wrong with him?”.

“What isn’t there wrong with him? He also doesn’t bathe!”

“Ouch, I bathe,” he said. “Why were you in such a rush anyway?,” I asked. He shrugged, but eventually sighed and revealed his reason. “I got excited,” he said softly. Sonia and I were confused.

“I just got updated on my— something. I’m going to the office to see what they have to tell me about this thing I’m in the middle of”

I was confused, but I had to know now. “Anyway, I’m sorry,” he said, walking right past us. I stood there, but Sonia got my attention. “Come on, we’re gonna be late to Economics”. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to class. When we got there, everybody was huddled up. There was something they were being discreet about. “Hello, friends,” Sonia said,“What are we talking about?”. “Kazuichi,” Ibuki said without the slightest hesitation.

Okay, maybe not that discreet.

“What’s wrong with him?,” I asked,“Besides all that, I mean”. “Cut him some slack,” Hajime said, now I knew the situation was a little more sensitive than I thought. Sonia and I both got our chair to listen. Hajime sighed,“This morning, I woke up and went to get Kazuichi for class. He wasn’t in his room. Later that day, I went go check on him and he was in his room, but when I opened the door, his eyes were just read and tired. I asked him is all was well, he only nodded and smiled. It took a while, but he still told me he was okay, now adding in the detail that the board had gotten back to him on his request to be transferred elsewhere”. My mouth dropped slightly. “Transferred where?,” I asked, Hajime only shrugged.

“This is all Sonia’s fault!”

We looked at Hioyoko, Sonia quick in defending herself. “He wouldn’t transfer schools because of me, it’s probably all your fault,” she was defensive,“Maybe if you weren’t so mean to him all the time—”. Suddenly, arguing broke out. I heard many things. Hajime said he hasn’t shown interest in her lately, Sonia seeming slightly offended. Gundham was blamed, Ibuki wasn’t being blamed (she was never cold with him). Suddenly, Mikan spoke out. “Wait!”. She yelled, so we were quiet. Surprised by her tone, it made us all shut up. “What if it’s all our faults?,” she suggested,“Y-You didn’t have to be cold to him. Who else besides Ibuki or Hajime spoke to him without immediately judging character?”. It made me think, but suddenly Fuyuhiko spoke. “Fuck that!,” he said,“The dude probably wasn’t enough to be here so they dropped him. He was also probably too embarrassed to say that. And the eyes? Please! They were red because he might be some type of pothead; high out of his mind!”. “That’s a really shitty thing to say,” Hiyoko said,“Even *I* know that’s harsh”.

“I don’t give a fuck; Its true”

Hajime shook his head,“I’m gonna agree with Mikan”. “Wait isn’t it like extremely hard to transfer from this school?”. “No, not quite,” Chiaki said,“When given valid reason, the board can transfer a student elsewhere”. “If in fact the mistreatment of Kazuichi was the reason he sought transfer,” Peko added,“He probably went with ‘mental health concerns’. Since we’re all of age, he wouldn’t need to run it by a parent or guardian, making it much easier for him to transfer”. There was silence. “So what now?,” I ask. Hajime had a quick answer,“We treat him better”. “Is it not too late?”. Peko shook her head.

“If Kazuichi really went to simply be spoken about the appeal, students are given three days to make their final decision. Afterwards, there is no going back since students are allowed an appeal once”

We all still sat there. Were some of us actually cold towards him? I mean, everyone else in the academy didn’t even acknowledge him (neither did some of us, but we were around more, right?). “Alright, studebts, to your seats now!”. The professor being there had us scurrying away from Hajime’s desk. Throughout the whole class, I couldn’t focus. I kept thinking of Kazuichi, but why? Why did I care about him leaving so much?

The bell rang, Sonia waited for me. Econimics was our last class every Thrusday. The minute I was within her reach, she continued the conversation from earlier today. “So, I was thinking: you can’t talk to boys for shit,” she said. “And?”.

“What if I set you up on a blind. date.— huh? How about that?”

I sneered. Blind dates—they were such a tacky idea to me, what the fuck, but this was Sonia. She always new what was best for me when it came to, well, everything. Plus, it might be fun, or funny?

“Oh, what the hell. I’ll give it a try”

Sonia smiled so hard, her eyes shut. She squealed. “I cant wait,” she said,“I promise, this’ll be good for you. Just you wait!”. She kissed me on the cheek, leaving me behind. “Wait— we aren’t going home together?,” I asked. She shook her head. “I have some things to take care of! See you tomorrow, love”. She hurries her way. That girl. I’ll never understand her…

“Hey, how’s it going? … Nice … Well, now that you ask, I was wondering if you were open to a blind date? … Splendid! Friday, agree to meet with this girl, here’s her number … Let’s make things more interesting … Don’t tell her your name … Yes, you do know her”

I got home, setting my book bag down and practically collapsing onto my mattress. What a day. Before I got in thought about all that I was told today, as if on cue, my phone rang. It was a message, one from a number I had never seen before.

???: Hi :)

I was friendly, I didn’t have to be.

Me: Hello :)

As if a second cue went off, Sonia texts me.

Sonia: Has your blind date messaged you? btw make up a name! dont reveal anything !

Me: OH okok

I return back to the unknown sender.

Me: sonia put you up to this ?

???: yes, ma’am (or sir, or i have no clue. sonia said you were a girl. sorry)

Me: hey dont worry, sonia said she was setting me up with a guy, so i assumed too. i am a girl and being called ma’am doesn’t bother me.

???: well you assumed correctly, but thank you for letting me know, ma’am i get unsure.

???: anyway, what’s ur name?

I thought of a good, normal name, but nothing occurred to me. I looked all around my room for an object. Suddenly, my eyes landed on the family camera I had left in my room whenI used it for a project.

Me: my name is cam, hbu

???: Zero

Me: Is that really your name?

Zero: no but it makes sense to me

Me: wdym?

Zero: itd just me i guess

Me: ur gonna make me sad booo

Zero: oops, sorry !

Me: lol Its fine. but seriously, I know there is someone who cares about you. if anything Is wrong. you can talk to me, even if our date friday goes to shit :)

Zero: Yeahyesh thanks for that, Cam. its just my friends, i dont feel seen by them and it just feels like my parents have followed me.

Me: Well, they probably really love you. if it helps, I care about you :))

Zero: you’re very kind

Me: aw noooo. anyway, how was your day?

Zero: it coulda been better. yours?

Me: yeaaaa same here

Zero: what’s wrong?

Me: found something out ab a friend of mine.

Zero: is everything okay?

Me: Yea it all should be if I can fix things with him

Zero: you must really care ab him

Me: yea i really do

“Zero” decided it’d be best to change the subject since he figured it was slightly depressive (which it was). From the time I got home (4am) to 12am, we talked. I was excited because for once in my life, I was speaking to someone who liked the things I did. The same movies, the same bands. He listened to a lot of new wave and indie rock. Eventually, I got sleepy, so we called it a night. He called me cute and let me go to bed.

I actually looked forward to our date Friday. I didn’t care who he was, for he was perfect.

Morning came around and I just wanted to talk to him. In fact that’s all I did. We texted in homeroom, Theater, Calculus, etc. It was Friday today, meaning we’d have to meet today after school, thus revealing ourselves. Sonia and I were in calculus and she noticed I wouldn’t put my phone down. “God, someone’s obsessed,” she teased. “He means everything to me,” I said, breaking no eye contact with my screen. Sonia went to Kazuichi, who I have class with for Calculus, Government and Chem (which we both failed last year). I couldn’t care to break my focus on my screen, but I did head him mutter “she’s perfect”. So Kazuichi found someone else? That’s fine, but will she care enough to stop him from transferring? Could be be transferring for her?!

As the day grew the situation began getting fucking dire.

I was headed to my final class, chemistry. I had my phone in hand, texting away and very distracted. Suddenly, just like yesterday: “Oof!”. I was on the floor and above me? Kazuichi Soda. “I’m sorry, oh my god,” he said as he helped me up. I shook my head. “Nono, this time it’s my fault,” I said, dusting myself off,“I wasn’t paying attention”. 

“I was also very distracted, heh”

I smiled, picking his phone up from the ground. His screen turned on, exposing that he had been listening to music. “Cocteau Twins”. I handed him his phone. “You like them,” I asked. He nodded,“Do you?”. 

“Yeah, I do”

“Cool... where are you headed?”

“Chem”

“Why so early? There’s a whole hour and a half till we have to be there, plus the 5 minute tardy bell”

“I like being early. Where were you going?”

“My room,” he said,“I can’t find my chemistry journal, so I figured I should look for it before class”. “In your room?”. He nodded. For some sick and weird reason, I felt bad leaving him to do that on his own. “I can help you,” I blurted, almost instantly. His face lit up. “Really?!”. His overly joyed expression brought a smile out in me as well. “Yeah,” I answered softly. He grabbed my hand and ran with me up to his room, having me keep up with him. We got to his room as my heels skid slightly behind him. When opened the door and turned on the light, my jaw dropped.

His room was a complete and utter mess.

“Kazu- how is anything gonna get found in here?,” I asked, trying to keep my tone as calm as possible. “Its manageable,” he answered, entering and starting to look through all his junk,“I haven’t had the energy to clean my room anyway. It hasn’t really bothered me”. I shook my head as I walked in. “No, this isn’t right,” I said, an idea coming to mind,“Why don’t you lay there and rest up a little? I’ll clean your room”. His eyes lit up. “Really?”. I nodded, a warm smile creeping up on my lips. “Well, okay,” he answered,“Thank you, sweetheart”. I couldn’t even react to the pet name. His hat rested over his eyes as he quite literally fell asleep before my very eyes. 

With that, I got to work.

Cleaning out his room, taught me a few things. He also happens to like the same films as I do, but he likes more action films. I also learned he has a much bigger wardrobe than I thought. Lastly, he isn’t as mess as I thought. He had everything one would need to clean, even owned a vacuum. It took me about 1 hour and 5 minutes to clean out. I hadn’t realized it was that long, time went by me like a breeze. I approached him and sat by him. In a pattern, I shook him carefully then played with his hot pink hair, which was softer than expected. 

God, there’s something wrong with me. 

He woke up and I removed the hat from over his eyes. He lay as he looked around, seeing his room uncluttered. “Wow, it’s like a brand new room,” he said happily. “Yep”. He sat up and smiled back at me. “Thank you,” he repeated. 

“It’s nothing, really”

His voice was still groggy, I could tell he was a little dazed after his nap. He lay back and laughed to himself as we sat on his bed. “What?”. He shook his head as the lazy smile on his face grew slightly wider. “You’re really pretty”. I blushed a little, and laughed nervously. “Thanks”. He sat back up again, we both had no idea what to do now, but look at each other. It was a comfortable silence. I could forever into his oddly colored eyes. 

I wanted him to kiss me, now.

I’ve truly lost my mind. I had no idea if it was just tension or anything but that. Would I like it or would I despise it. I decided to maybe test these waters, but before I could, he beat me to it. Out of nowhere, he grabbed my chin, pulling me to his lips. Kissing me skillfully, he lay back and I followed so I wouldn’t be away from him, leaving me straddling his lap. What a day to forget to wear shorts under my skirt. With how he kiss me and I kissed him, it was no secret we wanted this for a while now. The fact that I wanted this made my stomach knot. We pulled away, slightly winded. “That was so fucking hot”. I proceeded to tell him this never happened. He agreed it didn’t. Then he added:

“I’ve never done that before”

“Neither have I-”

Then, it hit me. Kazuichi was my first kiss.

“This must be a very shitty realization,” he said, laughing a little. “Shut up, let’s get to class”. He nodded, getting up from bed, seeing that his journal was on his now clean and visible desk. He picked it up and now we were ready to go. We were still early, despite distance and how crowded the halls were. We sat at our own table, usually we both sat alone since none of our friends had this class. We all knew each other, but we wouldn’t exactly call certain people friends. Anyway, during class, I was extremely bothered. I felt sick and I couldn’t stop thinking about that fucking kiss.

At all.

I really didn’t want him to leave. I couldn’t stand the thought of him leaving. I had to stop it, but why did I want to anyway. Is this pity? It didn’t feel like it; I can tell when I pity someone and this didn’t feel like pity. Could it be that he’s always been there?

I’ve never fallen in love before, nor caught feelings. Something about him felt so familiar. What has Kazuichi done for me?

I began to think and it all came to me. The times I had no one else to talk to so he’d be there, whenever someone has bailed on me I’d go to him. I’ve taken him for granted, yet he’s smiled through it all. To think I’d hurt him made me feel worse. “God, I hate this class,” he whispered to me. I broke away from my thought. “Oh, me too,” I answered,“How are you doing, though?”. 

“In this class?”

I nodded. “Terrible”.

I mouthed an “oh”. After a second, I offered a solution. “Well, you can always ask me for help,” I said. “Seriously?,” his eyes lit up like when we were in his room. God his crooked, toothy smile had me smiling, it was intoxicating. “Yeah, come to me anytime,” I said, getting quiet. This was quite awful. On top of that, I remembered I had a date after today. I didn’t even want whoever the fuck I had to meet with. As planned by Sonia, we were to meet at the bridge in between dorms on the third floor at 7pm (mind you, I don’t have a room in this school so there really is no reason for me to stay so late). Now that I think about it, it really sounds like more of a meetup than a date. Maybe it wasn’t so important for me to meet this mystery man. I can just text him I was no longer interested.

And that’s what I chose to do.

After class, I bumped into Sonia. She smiled widely when she saw me. “Oh my god, Are you excited for tonight?!”. Here I am, bursting her bubble.

“No”

Her smile went down slowly. “Why not?,” she asked. “I’m not going”.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU AREN’T GOING?”

That was probably the loudest she’s ever spoken. “I mean, I don’t want to”. “But this was important, what the fuck,” she seemed too upset about it. “I don’t want him,” I said,“I’m into someone else”. “WHO?”. I swallowed before the name came out of my mouth,“Kazuichi...”.She slapped her hand over her mouth. “I know its emba-”.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M GONNA SAY, oh my god. You have to go still, don’t leave your blind date hanging, please. I’m begging you, please!”

I scoffed.

I nodded. “Fine, but I really cannot pretend to have a good time,” I said to her. Nodding frantically, she said she knows. Ultimately, it was my choice and she knew that. Sonia walked home with me, then said she would walk back with me when it came time to meet my blind date. She wanted be there for when he was revealed. I got a message from this man when I got home.

Zero: Hey, are you sure you want to meet?

  I raised a brow and showed Sonia. She covered her mouth, but quickly told me to say yes. So that’s exactly what I did. 

Me: Yeah

Zero: ok

  “He isn’t into it,” I said, showing Sonia the messages. “He will be”. Damn, she was so dead set on this and for what? “Come on,” she said,“We should get going”. I nodded, getting up from the floor we sat on in my room. Locking up, we swiftly headed to the bridge.

It was dark by the time we got there.

“Hello?”

No answer. “Maybe wait a little,” Sonia suggested,“He gets shy”. I turned to her. “Do you know him?,” I asked. “Of course I do”. She must’ve misunderstood what I asked. “No, but do you know him know him,” I cleared up,“like is he close to any of us”. She nodded, now I was really curious. A couple minutes passed and he still wasn’t there. “See,” I said,“Fucking no-show!”. My hands clenched into a fist. Sonia was getting closer to me, looking as if she had some consoling words to say, but she stopped. Smiling, she backed away. Then, I heard footsteps behind me. She stepped away from me, nodding towards me, but that was just a signal for me to turn around. I heard a gasp,“You?”. 

The familiarity of the voice—it all made sense now.

“You!,” I cried. My eyes watered as a smiling Kazuichi stood in front of me. I hugged him and I could tell he wasn’t expecting me. “God, I thought you’d hate me,” he sighed, relieved. I shook my head. “I’ll leave you to it,” Sonia said,“I have to go anyway; my ride’s here”. We waved her off, getting back to each other. “Wanna head into my room?”.

We headed into his room, snuck in, I’m not supposed to be here. He threw himself onto his bed as his hands made a gesture for me to get on. I straddled him like before and kissed him. “Someone’s excited,” he teased. I scoffed. “I’m not the only one”. His face turned red as he looked away. “Hey, Kazuichi? Can we talk”. He nodded, waiting for me to introduce the topic. 

“Hajime and, well, everyone else including Sonia and myself were talking and—”

“Yeah?”

“That you’re leaving?”

“Oh... yeah. I am”

I frowned, getting off him, now sitting next to him. He looked upset now that he remembered. “It isn’t too late now, is it?”. He shook his read putting his hat on his bedside drawer (me thinks this is the first time I’ve seen him without a hat). “Tomorrow, I go confirm my decision,” he said,“I feel... miserable in Hope Peak. I don’t belong here”.

“Kazu...”

“You don’t know what it feels like not having anything in common with anyone. Everyone being so fucking distant”

“I do know how the first one feels, but... we have each other to relate to”

“I just hate how this school makes me feel and I want it to go away”

He shivered as his eyes began to water. It hurt so much to see him cry. I never have. “Baby, look at me,” I said to him,“We all love you, okay? I love you. I’m sorry for being so cold towards you this whole time. You were always there”. He stuck his head into my chest and just let everything go. I played with his hair as he got rid of emotion. I lay his head down and straddled him again. Quickly, I kissed all over his tear-stained face, the taste of salt persistent on my lips. The kisses got him riled up and giggly once again, making him tackle me. I fell back on the bed as he did the same to me. He smooched me on the lips before giving me his final word.

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

I nodded, not pressuring him. I wanted him to be so sure about staying. I also wanted him to know that if he did stay, I would be there, always. “You need a ride home?”, he asked. I could have gone home, but I didn’t necessarily want to. “Aw, don’t you want me to stay?,” I pouted. The way I said it was so playful it almost felt like teasing. He blushed frantically answering,“Yeah, I do”. I then realized I didn’t have clothes to sleep in.

And no, sleeping in underwear could never be an option. (Not yet, at least)

“Damnit, I don’t have clothes”. That’s when he opened his drawer and threw some sweatpants at me. “You have a shirt under that one, correct?,” he asked. I nodded, unbuttoning my school shirt. it was a silk black undershirt, could be used as an undergarment or sleepwear. “Hey, I’m just gonna go out to the communal to wash up, okay?”.

“That’s fine, baby”

He smiled, heading off with his toothbrush and towel. Once the door shut, I with a I slid off my socks. I then stood up and took off my skirt. The clothing fit me kind of snug, but I didn’t mind. I lay back and waited for him patiently.

His shower was quick, well, in my opinion it was. His hair gave off a brisk scent, as he lay next to me. His eyes looked weak as he hug his face into my chest. It wasn’t in a weird way or anything, so I simply assumed he was tired. “Are you sleepy, yet?”. He nodded, his face in deeper. “I’m really sleepy,” he said softly. I ran my fingers through his hair like before and let him sleep. Watching how at ease he was in my embrace soothed me to rest. According to Hajime, he was usually a light sleeper. The slightest touch or noise would wake him up. He would shift around or mumble in his sleep. This time, it was different.

It was peaceful.

The next morning, I woke up and put on yesterday’s clothes. When I got to putting on my shoes, I felt him move behind me. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” I said sweetly. “Good morning, angel,” he said, his voice straining as he stretched with a grunt,“Time?”. 

“9:30”

He got up and threw on a pair of clothes that I have never seen him in. “You want a ride home?,” he asked,“I meet with the board today at 10. If I take you home now, I can make it back in good time”. I nodded, going hand in hand with him after he had put his shoes on.

I never knew Kazuichi drove. I recall him say he had terrible motion sickness, yet here he was driving me home in a borrowed car that had been worked on in the school’s auto shop class. I had nothing else to talk about and the silence was killing me. “So you can drive?”.

“I can drive”

“What about your motion sickness?”

He clicked his tongue. “Yeah, that’s always been there, always will be,” he began to explain,“but I’ve learned to ignore it”. He put his arm around me, smiling. I smiled, yet I was terrified. What if I wasn’t enough to make him stay? As he drove, I noticed he had nothing in mind. With Kazuichi, you can always tell when there’s something on his mind. Always. He’ll squint, mouth some words to himself...that’s how you know. It began to overwhelm me and I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry knowing there was possibly nothing I can say or do for him to stay. He may know I love him, but what if the timing was off?

Oh, well.

We arrived at my home, him walking me up to my doorstep. He kissed me, his smile dropping afterward. Fuck, he must’ve noticed... “Hey, is everything okay?”. I nodded. “Okay,” he said, uncertainty in his tone,“Well, text me if anything!”. I nodded, a faint smile on my face. I headed inside and lay in bed.

My memory of that Saturday and the Sunday that followed are fogged. I don’t remember leaving my room, let alone my house. Monday came around. I was nervous. I walked down the halls, Sonia standing and an expression of worry spread across her face. “Sonia,” I said,“What’s wrong?”. She gulped and I knew nothing positive would come out of this.

“Hajime hasn’t seen Kazuichi all day”

My eyes widened and I wanted to pass out. “No, that can’t be!”. I didn’t want to feel this. It was all guilt. Why, though? Everything seemed fine when we had last seen each other, it made no sense. “You haven’t talked to him?,” she asked. I shook my head. Sonia sighed. “Okay,” she began,“We have government today. Your only class with him. All we have to do is wait and then we’ll know for sure”. I nodded, trying not to let emotions get to me.

Now in government, I waited, We all did. None of us had heard a word from him. Soon enough, an hour passed: no Kazuichi. Tearful, my eyes shut as I placed my head on my table. Hajime walked up to me. “If its in any consolation at all,” he began,“Kazuichi really did like you. He loved you. I’m sure he knew you loved him”.

“Why the fuck do you make it sound like he’s dead?”

“I see how it would sound like so. I’m just gonna leave my words at that”

My eyes were burning and a headache began growing. Suddenly, there was pounding on thr door, pounding that startled the class. The teacher sighed. The knock was that of a late student, which obviously would’ve annoyed her considering this is a 65 minute class and it had been an hour or so. A student volunteered for the door and there stepped in a distressed Kazuichi.

“WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU TEXT ME?!?”

I sniffled and my heart was beating out of my chest when I heard his voice and saw his face. “Kazuichi?!”. I ran up to him and hugged him, he was tense. “I was so worried,” he said. “That makes two of us”. I kissed him, he asked if I was okay and I nodded so frantically. “I didn’t text because I was sad!”. He hugged me tighter, kissing my forehead. I looked into his eyes, falling in love. Then I had realized one thing. “Wait”. He looked at me,“What’s up?”.

“WHY ARE YOU SO LATE?!”

“I HAD AN EYE EXAM!”

He walked to the teacher and handed her a doctor’s note. “You know I can’t mark you present right?,” she said. “You can’t mark me absent either, miss”. Yeah, he wasn’t the best student here. He walked back up to me and kissed me. “There’s like 2 minutes left,” he said,“Can we leave?”.

“Just go”

Being a nuisance paid off as we were all let out early. He grabbed my book bag and ran with me, pulling me by the hand. He took me to the back of the school, yeah, the very back behind the gym. I sat in his lap as he kissed me once more harder, now that no one was watching. I then faced him. “I thought you were leaving,” I whined. He ran his hands through my hair. “I was going to,” he said,“but I couldn’t do that to you, or to myself”. We sat in silence till I said,“Who would’ve thought?”.

“Yeah, in a million years, huh? What year we in?”

“Shut up”

I kissed him and felt him smile against my lips. “Don’t change, Kazuichi”. “Don’t plan on it,” he said,“I love you”. “I love you too”.

[whirlybirbs]

                                          (   gif, again, by @barissoffee​ !    )

     —   STARJOCKEY & CO.   ;   2 of ?

summary: the bad batch gets a pilot, and they get a mission. acid rain happens. hunter & zip still don’t get along. no one is surprised. pairing: twi’lek!reader (zip nickname) x hunter word count: 3.2k a/n: pumping this out so i can write some hunter/reader content tonight to follow this character arc! we love some good ol’ action adventure acid rain! also, don’t try and neutralize acid with water, kids. that’s not how that works. but this is star wars, and it works here.

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It’s too early for this. 

Despite having a steaming thermos of caf in your hands, you still have to pull your eyes open wide and try not to sway on your feel as you remind yourself this debrief is important. Very important. 

Very early, but very important

Sleep, too, especially after the amount of hours you poured into repairs on the Havoc Marauder last night, is equally as important — but the debrief takes priority. For now. 

Maybe you can bribe D-M1 to pilot for a bit once you take off. Just so you can plant your head on the dash and doze for a minute. A loth-cat nap. 

Ugh -- a nap sounds good right about now. 

You take a long sip of caf and rub your face as Cody continues to speak, gesturing to the glowing blue holomap that casts a glow across the entire room.

Through the thick of the swirling mission debrief, Hunter is staring.

Well, more glaring, really.

(Can you blame him? His senses have been cranked to 12 since he was made, and still, he can’t ignore the smell of your morning beverage of choice. All he can smell is your caf and the elaborator creamer you’d put in it. It smells like cocoa and star-cherries and caf and it’s all Hunter can smell. It’s giving him a damn headache.)

You’re beginning to wonder if that’s all his stupid -- albeit handsome -- face does. The scowl there digs in deep, and you have to try your hardest not to roll your eyes as you take another sip of your caf. 

He’d walked in here, hauled the helmet off, and you’d realized Cody was right when he said they didn’t look like the other clones you knew. They were all different -- higher cheekbones on Crosshair and a sharper profile on Hunter. Tech was small and boggly-eyed, while Wrecker towered over everyone in the room with his round ol’ dome.

They were nothing like the others from the 212th. 

Your lekku twitch, swatting a bit, as your attention moves from challenging Hunter’s glare back to the debrief at hand. 

Hunter, as he pries his eyes away from your cock-hipped posture, wonders how  in hell a civvie like you managed to land this job. He’d much rather have a reg flying him and his brothers around than a ex-criminal and her junkyard droid.

... He heaves an inward sigh. 

Maybe he’s being a dick. 

Cody trusts you. Hunter can at least try... 

... Right?

Hunter diverts his attention back to Cody’s words, ignoring the unsettling idea of being civil with you. “What’s the status of Yanibar’s alliance?”

“None,” Cody drops a hand to his hip, resting it on his holster, “Neutral -- but it lays between the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions. The inhabitants tend to be those running from things like the war. But, I’m sure the Separatists will have their eye on the space ports for GAR officials. It’ll be basic recon. You fly in under the radar, scope out the manufacturing lab on Yanibar, and get out.”

Cody pauses, takes in the affirmative nods of the room, then continues:

“And lucky for all of you -- that ship in the hangar has no Republic tags. You’re gonna be a ghost.”

“No Republic tags?” Hunter asks, dark brow lifting. 

“We’ll be off the books -- Seps will think we’re probably just smugglers,” you shrug, explaining as Tech hums quietly at the realization, “Knowing them, they won’t wanna start anything with locals. Especially if they’re break neutrality laws and mining a planet in the grey zone.”

“Exactly.”

You cop a smirk Cody’s way. “Now I know why you kept that bucket of bolts.”

“Repo’s have their uses,” the Commander shirks, “And civvie pilots, too.”

Now this is all starting to make sense. They wanted you to play the part -- and with any luck, the boys in the back cargo hold will go unnoticed as you carry on on Yanibar. 

D-M1 pipes up from her spot below the holo-map. “Zip plays a wonderful smuggler. Four varying counts of weapons, drug and wildlife trade have made her --”

“Alright, alright,” we swat at the droid’s bobbing head, “I swear, who ever programmed you should be shot.”

The droid makes a sound akin to a laugh. Cody snorts.

Hunter ignores the distrust settling under his skin. 

“Everyone got the plan?” Cody asks, looking around the command center. When he’s met with silence, he nods to dismiss the Bad Batch and their new pilot, “Alright. Head out. Comm in if there’s any trouble.”

“You got it, Commander.”

“Hunter?” Cody calls, “Zip?”

You both linger in the doorway. 

“Play nice, yea?” he grins, “And good luck.”

--   ↯   --

You realize, six hours later, as you hang yourself out of the landing ramp mid-flight, trying desperately to get a hold on Crosshair who’s trying to get a hold on Hunter, that Cody jinxed you.

He most definitely jinxed you.

--   ↯   --

The mission had started just fine, after all -- the ride was fast, the travel checkpoints passed with no trouble, and you’d entered Yanibar’s airspace on a pretty mild day. No questions were asked when you dropped the Havoc Marauder down fifteen klicks outside of the nearest space port. The boys off-loaded and headed for the manufacturing plant. 

The landscape gave enough cover as if it. 

Large, sweeping stone outcroppings punctured the dunes and climbed high towards the sky, casting long jagged shadows in the golden sand. Creatures moved with the shade, relaxing along the cooling surfaces as the suns moved high in the sky. 

Parked in a ravine and hidden from sight, you’d spent the first two hours monitoring the location of the Batch; every half hour, Tech would radio in giving an update on their location. By hour four, they were close. By hour five, the line had gone silent.

And you were starting to get nervous. 

Their geo-coordinates marked them about 30 klicks East -- in the estimated area of the manufacturing lab they were slotted to recon. 

By hour five and a half, the sun was disappearing. Slowly, with clouds shrouding the sky, but... the spaces between the brown clouds were turning a muddied color. You leaned, squinting over the dashboard with a confused look, before moving to the back of the ship and punching open the landing ramp. 

When you stepped into the hot, mid-day heat, you realized exactly what was happening. You kicked yourself for not realizing sooner.

D-M1′s the one that made a panicked sound. 

“We’ve got a problem!”

You were fast, bounding up the ramp and skidding inside as you slam the lock for the door on your way to the cockpit -- in a flash, you’d started up the engine and flicked alive the comms.

“Boys,” you yelped, pulling the headset on over your lekku, “We’ve gotta get a move on, now.” 

Hunter, elbows deep in a dune with his eyes plastered to a pair of specs, cursed. Your voice crackled from his helmet, resting between him and Crosshair, and Hunter was almost inclined to ignore it.

But, the sniper tapped his wrist without looking from his scope and spoke. 

“Go ahead, Zip.”

“Acid rain storm,” you blurted out, leaning as D-M1 points at the meteorological gauge in her little hands in a panic. The radar swept across the map once and showed the brewing storms, “About five klicks South of me.”

You knew acid rain storms. The planet you’d grown up on had them enough -- and even Coruscant had them. But, the color of these clouds...

Your father always used to say, the dirtier the cloud, the quicker the shroud. 

Y’know, like death shrouds? 

“-- Shit.”

Hunter was hoping that feeling in his gut was nothing. He should have listened to it.

“She couldn’t a’ told us sooner?” Hunter gritted out, pushing up from his elbows in a flash. Not entirely fair, but damn. This was not going according to plan. First the patrol droids and now --

A deep bellow of thunder rolled in the distance, then.

And now this. 

Crosshair inhaled sharply and proceeded to silently snap the attached scope from his rifle in one swift, practiced move. He’s not gettin’ in the middle of this.

“Unless you boys wanna melt your pretty armor,” came your voice, crackling alive in Hunter’s helmet as he pulled it over his head, “I’d say we hurry this little play date up --”

And that’s the precise moment Wrecker snapped one of three patrol droids over his thigh, much to Tech’s despair, and sent the entire op down the shitter. 

You found the squadron, then, pinned in a rain of blaster-fire, trading shots with the handful of B1′s -- their shots lit up the kicked up sand from the winds, beginning to howl as the dark brown clouds to the South began to loom over the once sunny dunes. 

“Bring it down low, Deemi!” you hollered, throwing your headset as you moved to the back of the ship, “Get ready to go when they’re loaded on!”

“Got it!”

You punched the ramp, pulling your green tinted goggles down over the slop of your nose as the door opened. Taking a braced step out, you were fast to spy the boys as the Havoc Marauder began to lower itself slowly. 

Then, a blaster bolt skimmed your head -- it leaves a charred sizzzzle against the matte black paint job of the repo’d ship.

You leaned back, tugging your pistol from you hip and firing a quick volley back at the droid who’d aimed for your head. After three shots, you nailed the B1 unit down, and turned your attention back to the Bad Batch. 

You’re about to wave Deemi down, to tell her to plant the ramp on a rising dune then, when an entire squadron’s worth of battle droids lumbered from the back entrance of the manufacturing plant and began laying down fire on you and the ship. 

“SWING IT AROUND!” Hunter screamed, waving you off.

Deemi listened, and you fell back through the door as the ship pulls away fast from the oncoming fire. Your back hit the navicomputer’s paneling hard as the ship banked left, and your breath flew from your lungs as you did, gritting your teeth tightly at the impact. 

You scrambled, quickly, to watch from the open side-ramp as the entirety of the plant came into view. 

It’s huge. 

A main control tower rises high in the sky, above the three conveyor bays that spark through the small slitted windows three stories up. The walls are encroached by dunes, and the desert threatens to swallow it up. 

As Deemi banked wide, you planted your boot on the doorway as you watched the firefight disappear around the edge of the massive building. 

And that’s when it started to rain.

You hissed loudly then, immediately drawing a hand back when a fat droplet of brownish water hits your skin. Cursing as you swiped away the acidic liquid, you scowled at the welt it left behind. 

And if the from the drop in temperature was any indication, it was about to pour.

“Deemi,” you screamed, “I’m gonna need you to speed it up!” 

You were fast to stagger back from the doorway, moving to haul the bottom of your flight suit up -- the sleeves, tied neatly over your belt, are yanked onto your arms and over the black compression top. You zipped the collar up tight and moved to the storage built into the bunk atop the navi-console.

“Come on, come on,” you muttered, digging around. You knew you saw a poncho somewhere and -- “Aha!”

It’s not much, but it at least covered your lekku. If anything it will keep the sensitive skin of the head-tails safe enough for a few minutes. You hauled the black, weatherproof poncho over your head and ignore the musty smell coming from it -- just in time, too, as Deemi had propelled the engines into a kick for the banking maneuver and the Bad Batch was in sight again. 

The moment you and Deemi get in range, the skies opened up. 

It starts raining so hard you could hardly see -- and the headlamps of the boys illuminated the muddied downpour a few feet ahead of them. Deemi bought the ship down low enough that the ramp connects with the tip of a dune, and you staggered a bit on the impact.

The ship’s lights cast bright cones of light into the acid rain storm, and Tech is the first one through the doors. You curse, ignoring the tingling sting of the rain splashing on your face, and call out to the others. 

“GET ON!” 

Wrecker is next, passing you and launching himself through the doors with a curse -- the droids have seemed to back off, leaving the squadron to book it as the acidity begins to gnaw at their armor. You can hear a commotion behind you, and assume it’s Tech snagging the gallon of filtered water stored under the refresher sink to dowse himself and the heavy artillery man. 

Next is Crosshairs, who you reached out to as he planted a boot on the edge of the ramp -- without warning and rather suddenly, the ship gave a terrible moan. Then, unceremoniously, the dune the ramp had been perched upon tumbled downwards into a slip of mud.

The landscape was melting, and so was your poncho.

In a panic, you grabbed Crosshair’s vambrace and barely managed to snag the ramp’s guard rail; in a flash, Crosshair had Hunter’s hand secured in his own. Good thing, too, since the Sergeant’s boots now hung thirty feet in the air where the tip of the towering dune used to be. 

And that’s where you find yourself now.

Cursing, you strain to readjust your grip on the railing as rain runs down your chin. It stings like a bitch -- but you can’t help but think the pull of your arm is a little worse. 

You curse sharply in Ryl, and scream Wrecker’s name so harshly the trooper’s heart nearly stops. His helmeted head whips around.

“DON’T JUST STAND THERE!” 

Your knuckles, beneath the thick flight gloves have gone from a warm peach to a pale yellow -- the strain there is only relieved when Wrecker finally moves to the other side of the ramp and grabs Crosshair’s upper arm; together you both haul the two troopers up onto the ramp as Deemi’s banks backwards -- a few moments too late -- and sends a pile of acid rain soaked bodies tumbling back into the belly of the ship. 

The droid closes the ramp as she banks away from the manufacturing plant.

You don’t even have time to celebrate the sheer survival of the stunt -- you’re instead stripping off the poncho that’s now got Republic credit sized holes eaten into it. You whip off your goggles, and curse again -- your flight suit is starting to sizzle and the acid on your face hurts and --

Suddenly, you take a whole bucket of water to the face and it all stops.

Tech, standing there clutching the now empty bucket, looks rather sheepish. 

Your shoulders immediately sag in relief, and the troopers behind you are the next victims of Tech’s hose-down. Deemi, from the front of the ship, asks if she should drop into hyperspace and the entire cabin gives a dejected chorus of yes at the same time. 

You wipe the neutral water, running over your nose and chin, from your face as you sit down in one of the chairs by the navicomputer. 

Hunter drops his hands to his waist, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, and opens his mouth to speak.

You, instead, cut him off with a single raised finger and a pointed look.

“You,” you snap, “Don’t get to say a word to me until my face is not swollen and Tech can confirm I don’t have acid rain poisoning. Understood?”

Hunter just snaps his mouth shut. You have welts down your cheeks from where your goggles met your skin. Your lekku, too, don the same blistered orange marks. Guilt suddenly washes over him, only for a second. He’d gotten off easy. The acid rain had only eaten through the first layer of his composite armor.

The whole cabin, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable, decides to go their separate ways. Hunter, though, doesn’t move. Instead, he watches as you stand and inspect the now shredded flight suit that hangs off of you. You move across the cabin quickly, not bothering to avoid him. 

You slam your shoulder into his and keep moving.

--   ↯   --

You don’t have acid rain poisoning.

Which is good, you guess.

But, the residuals still hurt -- bad. 

You throw yourself into the far-too-small ship refresher for a rinse off -- Wrecker was nice enough to insist you get to go first (“For savin’ our skins an’ all, Zippy!”) and you can’t help but snort at Tech’s face when you emerge in a clean flight suit. He looks worried.

You’ve got welts all over your face. 

“I think it’s a cute look,” you jab playfully, leaning to inspect your reflection in the polished chrome door, “Don’t you, Tech?”

“Looks painful.”

Crosshairs laughs. 

The welts on your lekku are. You’d had to smother the startled yelps with your hand when the hot water made contact. You hope the boys hadn’t heard.

(Hunter certainly had, and he wasn’t even in the lower level of the ship. He was up top, ignoring the dull ache in his arm and pretending he didn’t need to rinse off. It had sparked a little worry in him, though, and he’d casually muscled his helmet on to do some digging on the holo-net about potential complications from injured lekku. The results were... not ideal.)

You massage the point on the back of your neck where your headwrap normally clasps together, keeping the animated little appendages under control and out of the way. You’ve forgone it now, and Crosshair watches as you sigh quietly as you rub the tension point. 

You look different without it. A bit softer.

“It doesn’t feel great, but,” you shrug, shoulders a bit more relaxed than before, “I’ll be fine. Definitely the worst acid bath I’ve had in a while.”

“You’ve been caught in those storms before?” Tech asks, surprised. He’s placing his helmet down, stripping his armor as he speaks. 

“I grew up in the South Tann Province,” you explain, “The jetstreams would carry polluted air through during the summer months, and sometimes the rain would be bad -- tarkona taka, my dad used to call it. But, that, back on Yanibar? That was worse than anything I’d ever experienced when I was a little girl.”

“Tarkona taka,” Tech sounds out, “What does it mean?”

“Brown weather -- or, storm, actually,” you grin, “Tak is brown, and tarkona is storm.”

“Yeah, well,” Wrecker supplies, muscling around through the barely stocked fridge in the far corners of the meager living quarters. Behind the microscopic kitchenette lay a hall of four bunks. Wrecker closes the door looking dejected, “I can’t wait to be back on Coruscant. No brown rain there.”

“On the lower levels there is!” you call out, spurring Wrecker’s shoulders to sag.

You move towards the ladder, planting a boot on the bottom rung when Crosshair’s calls out.

“Careful, Zip.”

“He still pissy?” you ask, loud enough that you know Hunter can hear, “Shame.”

The three members of the Bad Batch snort quietly as you move up the ladder anyway.

They like you.

And Hunter, still, doesn’t. 

[cruzrogue]

Broken

Ch1 (an olicity AU story.)

It’s a cloudy miserable noon with a chance of rain. So far today nothing has gone her way.  Finding herself grabbing another coffee because the first one was full of grinds. The only perk of her job is endless bagels and mediocre coffee.

Her sigh remnants through the small breakroom. Mumbling to herself, “You’d think a multi-billion-dollar company could afford better coffee.”

The only other occupant in the room snorts, “They wouldn’t make so much money if they gave their slaves… I mean employees premium coffee.”

“I Guess.” Placing enough sugar and cream in her cup. She deserves this. Especially being free from a call she finished up where a Queen Consolidated employee who seemed to be locked out of their computer had such a terrible attitude.

She had dreams. Aspirations. They all vanished when her boyfriend was lost somewhere in the Northern China Sea.

“It looks like it is going to rain hard soon.”

“I hate rain.” Her eyes move from the small tv showing a weather update to the overhead windows. The sky is getting darker by the second.

“Yes, you’ve mentioned it was a rainy night when you and your boyfriend got into a fight. He left and never returned.”

Felicity stares at him. She’s never told anyone the full story.

“Yea, something like that.”

Her life has changed dramatically in the last few years. To be clear. It’s been five years since her heart was ripped out from her chest.

“What a deadbeat.” Her coworker keeps going, “Wasn’t he the father of your three kiddos?”

“I better get back to my cube.” Pointing to her work area, “See you around Cooper.” She doesn’t wait for his own goodbye as she hightails it out of there.

Single moms aren’t his thing. It doesn’t stop Cooper from checking out her nice legs. She’s one of those MILFs he’d wouldn’t mind one night with. No strings attached kind of way. Too bad she’s pegged down with three kids.

As the breakroom is now void of anyone viewing the broadcast. Headlines appear. Oliver Queen has been found. After his five-years of being considered dead. He will be coming home. To reunite with his family.

Moira Queen face appears on screen, “It is a miracle with that of my young daughter’s prayers were answered.” She appears to hold back tears of joy. The camera than pans to the man by her side. Under his picture the viewers are reminded about his amnesia. How his bodyguard pulled him out of the turbulent water to a life raft.

Robert Queen has a few words, “My son is alive. After all these years of mourning. There is nothing worse than waking up not remembering anything that transpired. It has been my greatest failure as a father. I get a second chance. My boy is alive.”

The station airs a few more minutes of a recap of the Queen tragedy before the headline repeats its saying, ‘Oliver Queen has been found… Alive!’

As the hard rain begins to pellet against the building.

Felicity’s glancing at a photo of her three munchkins. Oliver was such a hands-on dad. Their first pregnancy was accidental. Their second was totally planned. Their third, well… she was alone for that one. His voyage with his father resulted in his death.

Life has a funny way of working out.

What does it matter that she was a prodigy child? At fourteen she was admitted to M.I.T. Her brain revered. Still is. It’s just… She doesn’t have passion to continue with her once upon a time active goal.

Losing Oliver was a knife to her zeal to conquer the technical world. Without his support she’s withered away in a gloomy existence. Somehow pushing forward due to motherhood. Seeing a piece of him in each of their children.

All it took was an eighteen-year-old boy to break her full academic resolve. She fell in love at first sight. It took awhile to become lovers because of her age. It didn’t stop them from spending each free moment together. Learning, appreciating, falling deeper, and the respect was always there. That when their bodies shared a special dance that carried them forward to wanting a life to be forever bound.

The most bizarre thing in all this. His parents didn’t approve of his affiliation with a minor back during their college years. They kept their relationship a secret. With the quarrel that led to Oliver giving her some space she felt to guilty to approach his family. They just lost their son.

Even though her babies are a joyful creation. If Oliver’s parents didn’t accept her in the past. She doesn’t ever want an eternal battle of custody. Powerful people have ways to win against dreamers like her.

To many people it is unfathomable that she’d keep the lineage of her children hidden. Maybe one day. When her kids are old enough to understand. For now, it is a secret that she carries.      

It takes her stomach to growl to even leave her post. Maybe a bagel will suffice until quitting time. Moving past some coworkers who seem to be gathered around animatedly gossiping. It takes a name to stop her in her tracks.

“What?”

“You haven’t heard?”

She shakes her head no, “Heard what?”

“The boss man’s son has returned.”

“What?” She shakes her head. Why is this conversation not making any sense to her, “Who?”

A name yet to be supplied but a few coworkers point to the breakroom.

“It’s all over the news.”

Felicity doesn’t wait. Hearing Oliver’s name once was enough to have her in a daze. She makes it to the room and any hunger she had seems to be forgotten. Her eyes scanning the headlines. Her world is spun upside down or is it right side up? It doesn’t take long as her head spins all the new information. Her Oliver is alive.

“He’s alive!” She can’t contain how much hearing this is just so overwhelming, “He’s coming home.” Hearing some voices agree that he is coming back to Starling City. She would find it amusing if the voices didn’t drown away as a dizziness overtakes her. Falling. Falling upon the carpeted floor. Not hearing the same voices sounding panicked.

“Felicity?”

Her name again said out loud. To be answered by a moan.

“Ms. Smoak?”

Felicity doesn’t want to open her eyes. It’s a harsh light waiting for her. Squinting she tries to cooperate with the voice.

“Welcome back. You had us all worried.”

“I’m okay.”

“There is an ambulance on the way.”

“No. No need.” Is mumbled out. “I’ll be okay.”

“Ms. Smoak, it is policy to make sure you are alright. I’ll give you some forms and they’ll need to be filled out before you can return to work.”

“Okay.” Is softly spoken. Felicity feels lightheaded. She just hallucinated that her boyfriend is alive. Maybe it purgatory. Even though she doesn’t believe in purgatory. It is the hellish state to want him back so bad. Their last words said of anger. She’s already exhausted every nightmare trying to make things right.

“Alright then. They’re here. Please remain seated I’m just going to handle their arrival.”

The woman leaves Felicity alone in what seems to be an examination room. Afraid to pass out again she remains seated. This has never happened before. Fainting by wanting something so bad. Crying her eyes out. Crying to the point of exhaustion. Now that is something she knows of well.

How will she explain to the medical professional she passed out thinking the love of her life miraculously came back to her. Just out of the blue she’s so overemotional. Thinking about a man for the longest time. Didn’t believe was gone. How cruel is her mind? That when she finally admits he is never coming back. She’d have an episode.  

 Across the city at Starling General. Oliver Queen is being checked out. His family insistent that he have a medical professional make sure he is truly fine. The media is playing that he has been found and is awaiting extradition out of the US Embassy in China. The truth of the matter is he was found days ago. He silently made it back states side early this morning. He has yet to see his parents. Glad to know his father is alright.

He is anxious.

What he wants... no what he needs is to know of his children. Know how Felicity is? Five years is a long time. The fear that has taken so many dreaded nights. Did he lose her? Their last words to each other harsh.

Is their another raising his children? His parents unaware of their grandchildren. His mind going all over the place. On the trip before that horrifying night. Oliver told his dad about his granddaughters. Of how he felt about another little one on the way. He was ecstatic.

At first, he kept his relationship from his parents because they weren’t keen on him courting a minor. They wouldn’t believe him if he were to say they never consummated their love until she was ready. He understood the ramifications society holds. Yet, age between them was just numbers. It’s not like he was a party boy like his high school self.

Meeting the blued eyed prodigy. He was quickly under her spell.

He regrets that he kept his growing family a secret. His love for Felicity should have never been under wraps. The moment they graduated from their prestigious schools. He should have pushed. Should have fallen on one knee and asked her to be his bride. Should have not listened to her newest reasons that she wanted to succeed without his family’s help.

Understanding that his father and a few of the crew made it out alive. He was pushed out on the wreckage further away. That when the storm calmed, he was already halfway to purgatory. His father’s amnesia keeping both sides of his family from connecting.

His thoughts are on his kids. Two he helped name. One he wonders if he has another sweet daughter or a little boy. Are they healthy? Doing well? His little Maple she’d be about seven of age. Ava would be five. His youngest almost four.

His youngest. Every thought that comes about is agonizing.

Felicity didn’t have him to lean on. Which means she either was alone or another somebody took his place. It guts him to even picture his young children calling someone else daddy.

Five years. Five years in turmoil.

He’s back. He’ll find his family. No matter what. He’ll apologize to Felicity over and over until she knows those angry words were of a silly man being hurt.  

Now he waits. Looking out of a hospital window. Waiting for familiar voices to come and claim their lost child. He needs this as much as they will. To be home. To be among those he loves. He missed so much. So much time lost.

He can feel the yearning come tenfold as a familiar voice is heard behind the hospital door of his room.

[msiopao]

Sera with the Members

a/n: mark is in this because dream is now a fixed unit and he’s part of the lineup!!!!!!

WATERMELON ADDICT

was the person who made Sera comfortable since he reminded her of home

always asks if canadian bacon is better than american bacon

‘i dONt kNoW, sERa! mEAT iS mEaT!’

she didnt actually cry on stage when he was leaving but she cried when it was just the two of them and he recorded for the last time

it was her idea for hyuck to buy him a big bottle of ketchup

CANNOT believe that mark was a churchboy and ends up acting up in music videos

the duality SCARES her

calls her finny since her name is serafina

sera has her own room but she has an extra bed so he sleeps in there when he spends the night

learned this watermelon shake to help mark’s hangover

english all the time

ever since they met, mark has always placed his elbow on her head due to her short height

sera learned this fried rice recipe from her mom and he goes over to their dorm for breakfast

‘mark bls dont touch anything. get out of the kitchen and go watch tv or something’

always brings up his messed up eggs

‘gordon spitting facts tho’

whenever he feels too overworked or too pressured, sera has always made it a point to come over to their dorm and have a movie night with just the 2 of them with his favorite snacks and drinks

LONJIN

omg these two

sera is typically not mean but when renjun starts, she becomes ruthless

always calling out his fake personality

‘everyone, don’t believe him! he’s 2 faced!’

‘what are you even saying! you act like you’re so quirky and giggly but you yeeted jisung into the wall last night!’

‘YAH!’

so yea, they fight a lot

but its very playful and they know where that line is drawn and not cross it

he talks to her about space and aliens and she listens to every word bc renjun sounds so confident and happy whenever he talks about that stuff

they’re actually 10 days apart but sera acts like she’s 10 years older than him

‘IS THAT HOW YOU TALK TO SOMEONE OLDER?!’

‘okay, granny’

always in awe whenever renjun draws and paints and she really likes seeing him in his element

unbeknowst to her, he actually draws her a lot

wants to frame all of his work 

they go out to the roof and stargaze

he steals her airpods just to watch her go crazy

once hid her phone in the fridge

lives for his vocals

cannot believe how much he’s grown from chewing gum era to now

her heart strings were tugged when he cried in dnyl

renjun always says that he wishes sera was born as his little sister bc they act like they’re siblings

EYESMILE PRINCE

hmm

so their is kinda complicated

sera’s closest to him than all the members bc 1, he was her first friend and 2, he has cats

before, when they still went to school, her and jeno always went together

yes, jaemin and jeno and her went together in the beginning

but jaemin was in the hospital and recovering so it just became them 2

also, she goes to visit his parents so she can see his cats

this results to his parents and older sister adoring her

‘bongsik, nal, and seol are my kids’ - lee sera, 00 line vlive

she always craves for attention and when it isnt given bc he’s too busy playing, she just walks into his room and sits on his lap while he plays

tries to get his attention by saying stuff but he teases her by acting like she aint there

‘fine, i’ll go to jaemin’

jeno wasnt supposed to be blonde for the comeback but they were just messing around and next thing they knew, jeno’s tips were bleach blonde

when shes on that,,,, time,,,,, hes the only one in the dorm she listens to

not even johnny, who’s practically her father

collabs with her mukbang show and jsmr

he mentions her like at least once whenever he has lives that she’s not in

steals his glasses all the time just to watch him wander around with this confused adorable face

hugs are so cute w these two and czennies see them hugging in videos and she can barely reach his shoulder 

forehead kisses and sweater paws for daysss

NANA

drop dead gorgeous boy

shes not safe from jaemin’s affections

*cue jeno glaring at him for stealing her*

we all know how much he loves the members and whenever sera breathes, he busts his uwus

takes so many pictures of her

sera buys him lots of lip balms and carmex but he always forgets to put them on

sera hates peaches but she buys him peach flavored sweets whenever she sees them

‘NANA!!’

sera is also an attention whore so she always runs to him and wraps her arms around him and he squeals by how cute she is

bought him an expensive camera for his birthday

has a polaroid picture of him in her clear phone case

actually, her phone background is an old picture of predebut sera, jeno, and jaemin

one of the rare moments where she cried was when she found out that jaemin wouldnt be in a few comebacks bc he was sick

kept visiting him and jaemin cannot repay her enough

the dorm is full of ryan and winnie plushies from the sofa, a tiny winnie plush on the corner of the island counter, and their bedrooms

sera is the one who always throws away the his satanic drink even though it’s still full

‘yah, you need to think about your health and if it your body is tired, dont fight it by trying to drink these to keep your energy’

sleepovers with them are often and sometimes found sleeping on the spare bed in her room

FULL SUN

our big babie

oh boi when he got hurt

sera called him twice a day, one in the morning and one at night, just to check if it’s still hurting and making sure he’s resting

forever remembers when he dressed up as a girl 

‘you see, i’m not the only girl member. dongsuk is just on hiatus right now’

his name on her phone is ‘man-child’

when he went on tour with 127, she really missed him

like she missed him so much that she kept posting on instagram for him to hurry back home

still mad that he moved dorms to be with the older members

when sera got sick, she made him sing ‘no longer’ to her like a lullaby

when he asks sera to do something for him, usually she says no because he asks her to do ridiculous things but his aegyo always convinces her

thinks his color amblyopia is so fascinating and adds more into the unique traits he has

another attention giver and she loves hugging him because he gives really warm hugs

one time, jeno and sera had a fight and it got so bad that hyuck had to be called and he was the only one who got to talk some sense in sera to talk to jeno

but the legendary markhyuck summer fight was resolved because sera yelled at them and cried since they are best friends and they shouldnt be like that to each other

they made up since ‘wow sera cried’ and ‘the members are ready to beat us up if we continue this’

and by members, like all members, including the older ones

sera knows how much being the moodmaker title burdens him so she tries to ease that burden by talking to him just the two of them

DOLPHIN CHILD

look how adorable he is UWU

he is 1/2 of sera’s sons

like she’s whipped for him and jisung and he knows it too

‘noona~’

‘yes, i will give you the world, the stars, and the moon’

thinks his laugh is endearing and is sad that it isnt that high-pitched anymore since his voice got a little deeper

cannot believe how much he’s grown too

when he speaks in chinese, sera thinks its the cutest thing 

‘can we give his scalp some rest? its not healthy for the boy’

trust fund babies

you know how chenle has 3 airpods?

sera went through 4 phones since she keeps losing or breaking it

dont ask how bc shes as clumsy as namjoon

had this phase where he wouldn’t stop back-hugging his noona and she just left it alone

always buys him snacks and cooks him a lot of food bc she thinks he’s too skinny and wants him to be healthy and gain some fat on those cheeks again

on their break, she went to china with jisung and her lock screen is a picture of her and chenle holding his nephew

triggered her baby fever

czennies ship them but he makes it clear she’s the older sister he’s never had

nct dream took a vacation to her hometown and she bought them basketball tickets so chenle could see his idol

his mom practically adopted her since she goes over to his apartment all the time whenever the others are getting too much for her

she misses him so much its not even funny

JISUNG PWARK

our maknae is growing up :(

sera had the whole family sit and watch the first episode of dancing high

so proud of her boy

she called him during the show and it was shown and heard about her telling him to take care of himself and to not be too hard on his body and that she’s waiting for him at home

as the youngest member overall, sera babies him the most

he obvs takes advantage of it and she used to cuddle him to sleep when he was younger bc he had a hard time sleeping

again, cooks for him a lot since he’s a growing boy and making sure he takes vitamins and drinks water and limit sugary things

she calls his mom to give him updates about her son

remember his phone that he used until it actually died?

sera actually bought him a new one before that happened and just casually gave it to him

‘i know this was going to happen so i just took care of it. i have to take care of you, jisung-ah’

hypes him up whenever he dances bc wow this boy is actually talented

doesnt really like skinship but he tolerates it when she holds his hands bc theyre so much bigger than hers

one day just woke up and she got so confused when jisung grew up

‘did you grow in your sleep?’

‘n-no?’

loves his awkward nature and she keeps saying how adorable he is and cute he is whenever he acts cool

god, she’s just so whipped for him

but tbh, who isn’t?

aaaahhhhhh i cannot believe our wish came true and they became a fixed unit and we really getting a comeback and an mv in the 29th!!!

[dc41896]

Cross Her, Cross Me

Warnings: None (at least that I know of..? If anybody sees any just let me know and I’ll update this part)

Word Count: 4,072

A/N: Hey guys! So this is something I thought of based on the song “Cross Me” by Ed Sheeran ft. Chance the Rapper. If you haven’t heard it, it’s a really good song so I would suggest you give it a listen :). Ok that’s all, hopefully you guys like it!

“Hey Y/N, I hate to ask you this since it’s not your job, but can you make copies of this for me? My assistant left for break and I have to get back to a conference call,” your boss, Mr. Tyson peaks into your office to ask holding a stack of papers.

“Yeah Mr. Tyson, no problem,” you smile standing up from your desk to make your way to the copy room. You weren’t doing anything since you had finished all of your work and were about to leave in the next few minutes, so you didn’t mind doing this quick favor.

Waiting for the last bit of copies to exit the machine, you pull out your phone to scroll through Instagram and see what you missed throughout the day. “Last time I checked, I thought this was a copy room and not a lounge area,” your co-worker, Ryan, says pointing at the phone in your hand.

For whatever reason, Ryan always seemed to have a problem with you, which baffled you since you never bothered anyone at work and was just there to get your work done. If he was in the same room, he’d have some side comment to say at the smallest thing you did, which became annoying the more it happened.

“Oh, I was waiting for the last of these copies and was just checking my messages,” you say putting your phone in your pocket and trying to collect all of your things so you wouldn’t have to be bothered with him anymore.

“It’s insane how people are so addicted to their phones nowadays,” he shakes his head taking the now vacant place in front of the copier. Side comments like that made you want to snap and ask why he insisted on being so rude to you.

Trying to be professional and not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing a reaction out of you, you exited the room with the papers to give back to your boss acting like you didn’t hear what he just said.

______

Back home, you just wanted to relax and forget about the events of the day. Everything was fine before Ryan had to appear in the copy room acting like his usual smart aleck self. You hated to be rude, but if he could somehow disappear and never be seen again, you’d probably be the happiest person in the world.

Sitting on the couch watching your favorite show, and still deep in your thoughts, you didn’t hear Florian walk up behind you. “Y/N!” he excitedly says as he grabs your shoulders, causing you to jump what felt like 3 feet in the air.

“Florian! Don’t scare me like that! Now what would you have done if I had a heart attack or fell and hit my head?” you ask moving out of his grip, not trying to hide your annoyance. “I would have taken care of you like I always promise I will,” he smiles sitting next to you.

Whenever he scared you in the past, you always tried to be upset, but it never lasted long since you’d end up laughing with him and trying to get him back somehow. From your reaction to his joke tonight and now seeing you lean away from him, he can sense something is wrong.

“What’s wrong? You act like you don’t want to be bothered,” he asks turning his body to face you. “You know whatever it is, you can talk to me. Or if you just need space I can do that too”.

In times like this, you wished he wasn’t so amazing. Although you were in a mood and weren’t treating him very nicely, he still showed his love for you by being whatever you needed him to be in that moment, whether it was a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, or even to be gone for a while so you could have some alone time.

You didn’t want them to, but the tears quickly started to run down your face thinking about how caring he was, and from your work situation, which caused him to become more concerned. “Hey it’s ok. I hate to see you cry love, but if you need to that’s fine. I’ll be here,” he says moving your body so that you were now sitting on his lap with your head resting on his chest.

“It’s just work,” you manage to hold back your tears long enough to speak clearly. “It’s this guy and-“

“What he said something to you? He didn’t touch you did he?” Florian asks looking down at you, pausing from rubbing your back to hear your answer and see if he was going to have to leave to handle the situation on his own.

“No, he didn’t do anything. He did say something though, but at the same time he didn’t,” you respond wiping the remaining tears from your eyes that hadn’t made their way to his shirt. “Not gonna lie I’m a little confused but ok…” he answers continuing to rub circles on your back.

“Ever since I got there, the guy, Ryan, acts like he has some problem with me and I’ve never done anything to him. At first it just started out as like side eye looks but then it’s escalated to unnecessary side comments,” you explain.

“Like today, I was making copies for my boss and while I was waiting, I was on my phone just looking at Instagram right. He then comes in and says ‘I thought this was a copy room, not a lounge area’ and I said how I was just checking messages while I wait for the machine to finish. Then when I’m leaving he talked about how people are so addicted to their phones as an obvious dig at me,” you finish lifting your head from his chest to sit up.

“And he doesn’t do this to anybody else on your floor?” Florian asks as his eyes begin to look dark due to his growing anger for this Ryan guy. “No! I even asked Ari one day because she heard what he said to me after my presentation and wondered what happened for him to say that to me,” you answer now playing with his fingers.

“And what did he say that time?” he asks with eyebrows slightly furrowed together. “After my boss and everyone was saying how I did so well and people were leaving, he said ‘huh she has the brains to be with the big boys!’ with a smug look that I wanted to knock right off his face,” you answer noticing his hands becoming warmer and his knuckles start to redden.

“You need to talk to your boss about this Y/N and soon. Why this guy thinks he can talk to you like that, I don’t know, but if he does it again I promise it’s not gonna be good, and you know I always keep my promises,” Florian replies tucking a piece of your hair that had managed to get in your face back to its correct position.

“Yea I know, I was just trying to ignore it and not let him see a reaction so that hopefully he would stop, but apparently he’s very persistent,” you respond. Part of you was also fearful of him finding out that you were the one who complained and started acting worse, which is why you went so long without telling anyone.

Now, you were tired of the antics and just wanted to be able to go to work and not have to deal with his mouth. “I get that, but if it’s bothering you that bad, then you need to tell your boss, HR, or someone that can look into it,” Florian says, eyes becoming softer from him calming down.

“I will tomorrow. You know how I am with confrontation though,” you reply looking down at your fingers, not for long though after hearing a deep laugh escape from Florian’s lips. “I don’t mean to laugh love, but seriously? You? Afraid of confrontation? Do you remember the club incident last year?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

While you were in Germany, you guys decided to meet his friends at a popular club there to hang out and have a few drinks. Everything was going great, until a guy decided to try to talk to you while you were away from Florian.

You politely declined his advances and told him that you were here with someone, but, like Ryan, he was very persistent and decided to amp it up by trying to grab your arm, which is when you lost it. Snatching your arm away, you yelled at him to leave you alone or the drink in his hand wouldn’t be the only thing going down his throat.

When you arrived back to your section, you were greeted with claps and bows from his friends who had seen the whole thing. “We thought we were all gonna have to come down there, but we see you can handle yourself,” one said raising his glass up to you.

“I knew she was a fighter!” another one shouted making everyone laugh. “Ok but that was different though. I was in a potentially dangerous situation and he gave me no choice,” you softly laugh remembering the shocked look on the guys face after you said what you did.

“Yea, but like my brother said you’re a fighter. Don’t let anyone trap you in a corner. Okay?” he says touching your forehead with his. “Yes coach,” you smile before being pecked with kisses all over your face making you giggle and squirm in Florian’s arms.

______

The next day at work went by smoothly. Ryan didn’t say anything to you, but that was also due to you being confined to your office with the amount of papers you had to fill out.

Luckily, it was towards the end of the day, which is when you were also planning on talking to your boss about how you were feeling. Yeah you could’ve done it first thing in the morning, but you also didn’t want to deal with the possible effects from it throughout the day.

Plus, you were sure your boss would probably be busy completing his own work and you didn’t want to disturb him. So instead, you immediately busied yourself with the new stack of papers on your desk and thought it best to let the discussion wait until later.

Before you could stand up from your desk to get everything over with, your office phone rings flashing what seemed like a familiar number, but you weren’t exactly sure. “Ed Tyson Management, this is Y/F/N Y/L/N. How may I help you today?” you cheerily ask.

“Hey! I just called to see how your day was,” Florian answers while in his car, from the way the background sounds. “I didn’t interrupt you did I?”

“Hey! And no, I actually just finished for the day not too long ago. I appreciate you calling!” you smile as you collect your things to get ready to leave. “No problem, you know I always gotta check on my girl,” he says letting out a small laugh.

Because you were bent down and focused on making sure you had everything you needed, you didn’t notice Ryan make his way into your office with his own stack of papers in hand. Seeing you were on the phone, he decided to wait until you were finished to not be disruptive.

However upon hearing what you were saying, his quiet state wouldn’t last long. “Yea yea I know, so where are you going? I hear you’re in the car,” you ask placing your bag on your desk to look for your keys.

“Now that doesn’t sound like a business call,” Ryan smugly says making you jump and let out a small gasp. “What? What’s wrong?” Florian asks concerned.

“Oh, hi Ryan I didn’t hear you walk in,” you answer watching him walk closer to the front of your desk. “Wait Ryan? As in the Ryan? Y/N what did he say?” Florian asks pulling his car over so he can fully hear what’s happening.

“I’m sure you didn’t with your ‘phone call’ and all,” he says using air quotes. “Tyson wants to see you and Ari in his office to go over some things dealing with the papers he gave you guys. I’m sure you probably didn’t finish though seeing how you’ve probably been more concerned with your phone,” he smirks before walking out of your office.

“He said something didn’t he? I promise if he did…” Florian sternly responds starting his car again. You know he didn’t mean to pester you with his questions, but with him talking in your ear and Ryan being himself, you felt yourself start to get anxious and just wanted to leave.

“Flo let me call you back,” you respond, hanging up before giving him a chance to reply. Of course today couldn’t continue to go by easily, and he had to find someway to bother you.

Your lack of answers and annoyed tone gave Florian all the answers he needed on what was going on as he made his way to your office building.

______

“Hey Florian!” the receptionist for your floor, Denise, greets. Because he had been there plenty of times before, they were pretty much on a first name basis. She would even help out in those times that he wanted to surprise you and make sure you stayed in the office so it would be successful.

“Hey Denise. Is Y/N in her office?” he asks tapping his fingers on the counter. He was trying to hide his frustration and growing anger, but because of his expressive eyes he could easily be read.

“No, I just saw her go in Mr. Tyson’s office. Is everything okay?” she asks now concerned. “Honestly, no but it will be though. Thanks Denise,” he quickly smiles before making his way to your office to wait for you to get out of your meeting.

Sitting on the edge of your desk with his knee bouncing, Florian tried to calm himself down to not cause a scene at your job and potentially get you fired. But, the more he thought about the things Ryan said to you in the past, and what he potentially said to you today, the task was starting to grow more difficult.

“Um can I help you?” Ryan asks, stopping as he was walking by your office upon seeing this random man sitting alone. “Nah I’m just waiting for my girl,” Florian answers. “You Ryan?”

“Yea, and you are?” he asks walking into your office with a confused look on his face. “Oh I’m sorry I’m Florian,” he replies with a plastered fake smile, standing up to meet Ryan halfway. “Answer me this quick question though Ryan, are these offices shared or are they only for one person?”

“Sure, they’re all private. Each person on this floor has one,” he answers confused as to why Florian would ask him this. “Ok, so if someone has to make a call they have the privacy to do that in the confines of their own office right?” Florian asks again holding his arms behind his back in his usual dominant stance.

“Um yeah pretty much…?” Ryan answers mimicking Florian’s body language and completely lost now. “So if that’s the case, then why is it your concern who Y/N talks to on the phone and about what?” Florian adds with furrowed brows, eyes seemingly a dark hazel color instead of his usual light green.

“So that’s what this is about. If Y/N had a problem with me, I would think she would be adult enough to come to me herself instead of sending a goon,” Ryan softly chuckles. “This guy was really something else to still try to talk big in this moment,” Florian thought as he moved closer to get in his face.

“She doesn’t need to send me to solve her problems, but I don’t like the things I’ve been hearing you say to her or around her. And when you mess with her, you’re messing with me. I’m sure you can probably see I’m not a guy most people like to mess with,” Florian replies completely in Ryan’s personal space as he stares him down.

“Florian? What are you doing here?” you ask walking in your office to see an angry Florian probably seconds away from slamming Ryan to the ground. “Seems as though your knight in shining armor came to defend your honor. He talks tough, but I’m sure you won’t do anything to put her job in jeopardy now will you Florian?” Ryan smugly smiles taking a few steps back from.

With that comment, Florian balled up his fist ready to swing, but was surprised when you literally beat him to the punch. Next thing either of you knew, Ryan was holding his face screaming that you were crazy and Florian had both arms around you to stop you from jumping on Ryan.

“Say one more thing! I promise it’ll be the last thing you say in life!!” you yell, seemingly using all the oxygen in your lungs to get out the words. “What is going on in here?!” your boss yells rushing into your office to see what all the yelling was about.

“She punched me in the face! She’s crazy and just snapped on me Tyson!” Ryan fusses removing his hand to reveal his swollen and bleeding nose. “Is this true Y/N?” Mr. Tyson asks looking at you with anger in his eyes.

“Yea it’s true and I’m sorry sir, but Ryan has been harassing me since I got here and I was gonna talk to you about it before I left today, but things just got out of hand,” you explain out of breath and still being held by Florian. “It’s true! I’ve witnessed it plenty of times,” Ari says from the doorway.

“I have too,” Denise chimes in standing next to Ari. “He’ll randomly go up to her and say hurtful things when she’s done absolutely nothing to him”. 

“Jesus again Ryan?! That’s it clean your stuff out your office. You’re fired!” Mr. Tyson orders making Ryan angrier than he already is.

“Fired?! Tyson-“ he tries to reason before getting cut off by your boss holding up his hand to tell him to stop. “When you first started working here I told you I would be watching you from the complaints you had at your last job. I thought you learned your lesson, but I see in your case old habits don’t die,” Mr. Tyson says as he motions for Ryan to leave your office.

“And who are you?” he asks looking at Florian and returning back to his normal tone of voice. “I’m Florian, Y/N’s boyfriend. She told me about what was going on with Ryan and I came here to talk to him myself,” he answers moving his arms from around your waist to hold your hand.

“I understand and wish we were meeting on better circumstances. Y/N, I’ll speak with you later, I suggest you go ahead and leave so there’s not another conflict,” Mr. Tyson directs at you before leaving out of your office to make sure Ryan collects his things.

______

“You okay?” Florian asks bringing you an ice pack for your now swollen hand and bruised knuckles. You couldn’t lie, it felt good to punch Ryan and shut him up for good, but you knew you shouldn’t have done it. Now you didn’t know if you would be coming back to a job or if you might be arrested in the event that Ryan decided to press charges.

“If you’re referring to my hand? It’s alright. Overall though, I’m kinda freaking out,” you answer sitting up in bed and letting him bring you closer to his side as he slid into bed. “Although I know it felt good, why’d you hit him?” he asks placing the frozen block on your hand, causing you to wince a little from the applied pressure and how cold it was.

“I honestly don’t know. I was just tired of him and his voice and then him saying you wouldn’t do anything when I know you would’ve and-“ you explain before being cut off by Florian finishing your sentence. “And instead of me feeling guilty about making you possibly lose your job, you decided to do it yourself so it’s on your shoulders,” he nods understanding all of your reasons.

“Yea that was also part of it. I still didn’t mean to give him a bloody nose though, but I just saw red and next thing I knew you were holding me back and he was screaming,” you explain laying your head on his chest as he grazed his fingertips up and down your arm. “He did deserve it though,” Florian admits causing you to let out a small laugh and smack his thigh with your good hand.

“What?! It’s true! He was either gonna get it from you or later from someone else. He better be glad it didn’t come from me, or else he’d have more than a messed up nose,” he says in a cocky tone and earning an eye roll from you. “Yea I know Rock em’ Sock em’ robot, but still though you’re not supposed to be making jokes. What if I get fired or go to jail?” you ask sitting up to look him in the eyes.

“Well I doubt you’re fired because your boss would’ve done that before you left today. But if he does then we’ll have to get you a new job, and if you get arrested, which I also doubt will happen, then we’ll deal with that too,” he answers with a smile as he rubs your back. Before you could respond, your phone rung, causing you to leap to the other side of the bed to answer it in time.

“Hello Mr. Tyson,” you answer trying to calm your nerves. “Hi Y/N, this phone call isn’t a bad one so don’t worry. You’re definitely not fired and Ryan decided not to press any charges, which is smart of him since he’d more than likely lose,” he explains causing you to let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay that good. I apologize again for the way I acted. I know it wasn’t professional and-,” you apologize before your boss cuts in. “I accept your apology, but from how Ryan was treating you, you honestly don’t even need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing for you having to deal with that for so long and having an unsafe work environment,” he explains.

“I accept your apology Mr. Tyson and I know I should’ve said something when it first happened. Then we wouldn’t be in this situation now,” you softly laugh causing your boss to let out a small chuckle as well. “Yes please don’t hesitate to tell me if something like that happens again. Whether it be to you or someone else in the office,” he says making you smile from his caring tone, reminding you of how a father would be with his child.

“From this experience, I definitely will,” you respond rubbing the back of your neck. “Good, now I’ll see you first thing in the morning,” he replies in a cheery manner.

“Ok see you at work Mr. Tyson,” you smile before hanging up your phone and turning to look at Florian. “So guess who has their job still AND isn’t going to jail?!” you happily shout snuggling back into his side as he laughs at your reaction.

“That’s great love! I told you nothing would happen,” he smiles softly nudging your shoulder. “So what did we learn?”

“That I need to say something early on when I’m being bothered instead of just trying to ignore it,” you admit playing with his fingers. “Exactly, and you want to know what I learned?” he asks holding your injured hand up to his lips so he could kiss your bruises.

“What’s that?” you ask genuinely interested in how all this could be a learning experience for him. “Not to make you mad because I don’t need you messing up the money maker,” he answers giving you a wink as you laugh at how unbelievable this man was.

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[thorsstorms]

Abroad pt 14

(Chris Hemsworth x Reader)

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 3k

Warnings: There is nothing much in this chapter, but i will start adding this as a warning: This chapter talks about pregnancy, as well as the next. If you have problems regarding pregnancies, or anything that MAY or MAY NOT come along with one, please continue with caution. 

A/N: if you want to be tagged, PLEASE SEND AS AN ASK. And I do have a question if you would. This chapter is shorter than most of the others, almost cut in half in comparison. Do you mind my long 6K chapters? or you would you prefer they be shorter with more frequent updates? When I finish a chapter and it turns out to be that long, its because i add so much that it is well rounded by itself, scene wise. just let me know please! :)

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It was barely two hours later before you woke from measly slumber. Not even sure if you could actually call it sleep, more like a haze in and out of consciousness. The alarm was telling that it was time to get India up and ready for school. This was a moment that had been filled with dread in your mind. You figured she would be in a sort of mood all day because it was you dropping her off and picking her up, not her father.

You found her cuddled into the large bed, buried beneath the fluffy white blanket with tear stained cheeks. The image was one to break anyone’s heart. You tiptoed further into the room wanting to wake her up slowly so you could gauge her mood. The bed dipped down as you crawled in front of her and laid down, brushing hair out of her face. She woke slowly, cuddling into you while you whispered good mornings and that it was time to get ready for school.

She didn’t speak much during the morning. Yes and no answers were all that you could get out of her, but you were grateful enough that she wasn’t crying or acting out. She sat silently on the bathroom counter while you braided her hair back, and tucked her lip gloss into her pocket.

Bri was awake and staying with the boys while you were taking her to school. You spoke with her teacher real quick while India walked quietly to her spot at the table and sat down, watching the other kids start on their morning activity.

“Her father left this morning, she usually has trouble behaving for a day or two. But this is her first time being in school, and if you feel like she would be better spending a day at home to recuperate please don’t hesitate to call me. She was very calm this morning but if you sense other wise…” Regina, she told you to call her by her first name, was quick to stop you, saying she understands and will let you know how the day goes. The lip gloss was brought up just so she wouldn’t get in trouble for having it. “It’s her favorite thing right now, keeps her in a better mood.”

You sighed once you got to the car. She was your little best friend and seeing her be so numb this morning was something that you couldn’t get off your mind. You had never had to experience missing your parents for such great lengths of time as a child. Besides an uncle in the military, you always had your family with you. Trying to make her feel as if she isn’t lonely was on the top of your priorities. Hoping she would make some new friends in her class, or be there for her with school activities was next. Being the one to fill the role is one of the hard parts of a job like this. Either they see that you are trying your best to play the part, or they think it’s annoying and want you to back off.

By the time you were back both boys were sitting on top of the kitchen counters with bowls of cereal, Bri standing in front of them with her own. The sight of her was a flush of reminder of last night, and then this morning, somehow allowing Chris to walk out the door without telling him.

You hid the contradiction on your face and greeted them all. Sasha was the first to offer you some of his bowl because he got the last of the fruit loops, but you politely declined.

“Does your tummy still not like breakfast?” His innocent voice was full of curiosity, completely serious. You nodded and told him you would have some juice instead and wait a little.

You went upstairs to pick out the boys some clothes for the day. It was your favorite thing to do. You were greeted with a lovely dirty pull-up on the floor beside Triatan’s bed. The child never learns. You just shook your head at it and proceeded to the closet and setting the clothes on the couch outside their rooms. The boy of the hour was already bounding up the stairs to find where you went.

His eyes landed on yours, which were not the happiest. He knew what the look was for. You expected him to go in there and pick up the pull-up and take it to the trash can in the bathroom, where it belongs. But instead he walked past the door and went for his clothes. He got dressed. The went into the bathroom and brushed his hair. He walked out of the bathroom, aiming for the stairs before you said anything to him.

“Tris, room. Now. You know better,” he ignored you, turning and sitting on the couch looking at the bucket of legos that was appealing to him. “It goes in the trash, not on the floor.” He ignored you again, picking up his tablet from the grey couch cushion.

Bri and Sasha were walking up the stairs, minding their own as Sasha grabbed his clothes and walked to his room. You looked at Bri with a look of help, before saying it again, “Tristan, go pick up your pull-up and put it in the trash.”

“No,” he said quietly, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.

“What?”

“I said no!” He yelled back at you, “You’re not my mama!”

He hopped from the couch and took the tablet with him, shutting the bedroom door behind him. You couldn’t bring yourself to follow him anyway. You stared in his direction feeling shock come over you. At first it was a ‘how dare he’ and then it turned into a ‘he’s right’.

You couldn’t replace their mother, nor would you ever try. Its you that feeds them, bathes them, read them bedtime stories, brushes their hair for them in the mornings, puts band-aids on owies, and comforts them when their are sad. But you are not their ‘mama’.

“Hey,” Bri’s voice finally came through for you to hear. Her hands were keeping you facing her, waiting for you to register that she was trying to get your attention. “He’s a child acting out, okay. Just ignore him.”

Her finger tips scraped across your cheek. You pushed away from her after realizing that a stupid stray tear or two were escaping at your own peril. You wiped your face and turned away from her, ready to go down stairs until another little voice broke your attention. Right, there is another little boy up here.

“(Y/n) are you sad?” His curiosity was one of the purest things in the world, though it can sometimes be more than annoying, it was everything you expected from the four year old and everything you loved about him.

“Just a little buddy, but I’ll be okay.” Your answer was one age appropriate, and enough for him not to worry. He walked back into the room and retrieved his blankey from the bed and drug it out of the door way with him.

“Come with me,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you down the stairs. You looked back at Bri and she just shrugged her shoulders and followed as well. He led you to the movie room, instructing you to sit on the couch with his blankey. He reached for the remote from a basket on the table and gave it to you, telling you to put on your favorite movie.

“When I get sad, you put on Cars or Ninja Turtles.” His purposeful motions were making sense to you now. When he is in a mood this is what he gets to do and he wants to do it for you. He climbs up the couch next you and throws the blanket over your legs and sits into your side. The actions were something to warm your heart and all that is good in the world. It took you a second to gather yourself to not cry at how sweet he was being.

“Are you gonna watch a movie?” He asks after you sat there staring at him, not taking action to put something on.

“Yea, yea.” You flipped through a bit before settling on Moana, it was your favorite, and you couldn’t not sing along.

It was only maybe 20 minutes into the movie when Tristan came walking solemnly through the doorway with Bri looming behind him. Blonde hair hung around his face lowly as feet padded across the carpet to the couch, standing in front of you. You held out your arms for him and he leaned into you giving you hug while you pulled him up and onto your lap. He muttered an ‘Im sorry’ into your shoulder.

“Listen,” you told him, pressing the small shoulders back from you so he could see your face, though he avoided your eyes, “I know you got upset earlier, and that’s okay, it’s just feelings.” He tried to hide his face again but you held his shoulders back until he lifted his head again. “I know you miss your mama, Tris. And Papa too, I miss him too. And I know I’m not your mama, I will never try to be your mama, but I do love you so, so much. Do you know that?”

His small head nod was quaint, small fingers brushed over the top of your hair on your shoulder to keep his hands busy while you talked to him.

“But even though I love you so, so much,” you repeat yourself, “I don’t like it when you raise your voice at me. Do I raise my voice at you?”

He shook his head no, but he let you know that Papa does.

“So what are we gonna do tomorrow morning before we come down stairs for breakfast?”

“Put my pull up in the trash bin.”

“That’s right.”

It was surprising to see both boys stay calm enough to watch the whole movie because it was still morning time and they were not tired. They watched the whole movie again, not that you were complaining. Bri entertained herself down stairs while you took a while to do some school stuff with the boys. It was never a lot, just some small words for reading, simple books, and puzzles.

When you came down with them to make some lunch, Bri already had bags of take-out setting on top of the counter. She just shrugged and said, “Postmates.”

“I made you a doctors appointment.” She told once the boys had their food and were sitting on the back patio. It was unexpected for her to do, but to say you were grateful was an understatement. “Its tomorrow morning, I’ll stay with the boys, but you need to go after you drop off India. And then I need to go so I can make it to classes the next day.”

The girl had stopped everything to come be with you, and you knew if she could she would stay longer but you weren’t that selfish.

The food on your plate suddenly became bitter to look at, losing your appetite was now nothing knew. Whether it was from being weary or your body just not wanting it was hard to tell, but what you did know was that your favorite tacos from Miss Margarita’s did not look so yummy at the moment.  

Your day flew by as did so many others previous to it. You were kept busy all the time and though you were happy for it, by the time Chris called you, you were ready to slink into unconsciousness on the cloudy bed.

His voice made your eyes widen again after realizing they were slowly closing. “Princess, you can sleep, don’t let me keep you up.”

“No, no, I want to talk to you. I miss you. And I like hearing what you’ve been doing. Its entertaining.” The energy you put into your voice was less than convincing, but regardless it was the truth.

“I know, its crazy stuff. India hasn’t said anything about school when I talked to her.” His voice trailed waiting for you to pick it up.

“Her teacher said she was good today, quiet, but good. But she expects all the kids to start rallying up the more they get to know each other. She said she keeps the lipgloss on at all times, and takes it with her to lunch and out on the playground.” The sound of his laugh was refreshing. You missed the sound, how it set a warming tone in your chest to see him giggly. It just reminds you that you made him upset his last night home. That was time you could have spent hearing his voice in person, right next to you but you ruined it.

I’m ready for you to come home again, I know it has only been like what, less than 36 hours, but I want you back already. It was what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him but you knew it would just make him feel bad for a decision you pushed him to make. That was what you were not going to do. It was a good choice for him to sign the contract, a good choice for him in the media, a good choice financially. There are so many people that were affected positively, millions who were awaiting the next film. But you were just one person, one who could - would have to - stick it out for everyone else.

“Guess what I did today?” You ought to say something before he tries to hang up again so you could sleep. “The boys and I went into the movie room and watched Moana, but all I could think about was you. When we were sat down there after I first moved in, falling asleep on the couch.”

“You know what?” He asked looking towards the camera. “That was when I knew I was going to fall in love with you.” The sentiment was true, you knew that night that you were also in trouble. “Your hair was crazy like you had been at the water all day, and your skin was much tanner than before I left. But you fit in like a missing puzzle piece.”

“You can stop now, you might make me cry.” You could already feel a lump in your throat, tears welling up closely behind. He had know idea of the stress you were about to unload on him. He smiled at your tone of voice thinking it was one of love and happiness. It was the tone of sorrow. You were tired, emotional all day and him being more than you deserved was another crack in your wall.

“I'm counting down the days already, Princess. 26 days and I’ll be home for 7. Your brother will be there. We are gonna get so rowdy. Fun, it’s gonna be fun. Do you think you could bare it?”

“Of course I can.” It wasn’t much longer when you fell asleep.

The doctors appointment was faster than you expected, but then again it wasn’t like you had done it before. You left with an ultrasound picture of almost nothing, an eight week old almost nothing. A tiny little bean surrounded by empty black and white. The black sported a small smudge when you realized a lone tear found its way. You sat in the driver's seat staring down at the little picture in your lap.

What is it with being so goddamn full of tears all the time. Like the slightest thing could make you tear up. It was frustrating and you didn’t understand it. You were hungry, wanting tacos all the time but you can’t bring yourself to eat when they are in front of you. Wanting to call Chris selfishly just to talk to him but you knew he had to be sleeping, so you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. A stupid small headache that never goes away because of the tears that are always hiding in the midst. It was enough to drive a person crazy.

Your eyes scanned the parking lot around you, full on paranoid that someone was watching you, but with the early hour there were only a few empty cars to keep yours company.

A small peptalk was what you needed in the moment. The self deprecating thoughts were not going to get you anywhere and you knew it. There was no more need to think about what ifs, but where you were now needed to be on your mind. No more thinking about how terrified you were that he was going to be upset, or how your family was going to feel about it. What your dad was going to think.

Bri sat with you in the living room after the boys were down for their nap, you could still hear banging around up there, but you didn’t have the energy to go up there and tell them to settle. She held the tear stained picture of a little bean in her hands with a smile on her face.

“You can’t tell Ty, you can’t.” Her eyes flicked to your own strained red ones from keeping the tears away. “I will when he comes, when Chris comes. I want to do it.”

She nodded in agreement, “Of course.”

After packing her things she left after lunch, ready for a lonely slow drive back to the city. The city you did not miss. It was fun while it lasted but you couldn’t imagine going back, especially with a child.

With a child.  

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[idkxwriting]

Treacherous - Chapter Ten

Author: idkhaylijah

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only please

"What do you got Cas?" Y/N answered, putting her phone on speaker so Elijah could listen in while driving.

"We found a way to defeat Empusa," the angel replied, his voice gruff.

She sat up in her seat, anxious to hear good news. "That's great," she exclaimed.

She listened as Cas sighed and her heart sunk. "It's not that easy," he explained. "We need something called the soul stone."

She furrowed her brow. "The soul stone? As in Thanos?" It sounded ridiculous, and like there was no hope left after all.

"That's what Dean said," Cas replied. "I've had no luck tracking this Thanos down, so if you know something..."

"What? No, never mind it's a reference..." she took a deep breath, trying to be patient with him. "You know what, just forget it."

Elijah ignored the angel's ignorance to pop culture, eager to get the conversation back on track. "What do we know about the soul stone?" He asked.

"It's ancient, dating back even before the archangels. The last known existence was rumor of a fragment over a thousand years ago. It won't kill her, but if what they say is true, we could cage her again."

Freya's voice cut in. "Elijah, even if we track it down, there's no guarantee that it will work, or that we'll know how to use it. It's used in a spell. We know better than anyone that magic comes at a price - the soul stone is only one piece of the puzzle."

"Keep me updated," he dismissed, ending the call. He thought to himself for a moment, and Y/N knew he was already forming a plan as he pressed on the gas.

*****

Dean looked around the entryway, surprised to find it warm and inviting. He stepped further in, and when he turned he was surprised Stefan was able to step inside as well.

Stefan ignored Dean's narrowed eyes, moving through the house and turning on lights. He obviously knew his way around.

"So can any of you come in?" Dean asked curiously.

Sam nudged his brother, trying to remind him to be polite. "Dean," he warned.

Stefan led them into the large kitchen. "It's alright," he said. "And to answer your question, only those of us who have been invited in. This was, or is I guess, Y/N's place..."

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't know she had a home of her own outside of the bunker. "But she invited you all in?" Dean asked again.

Stefan nodded. "Most of us."

Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed as he took in the kitchen. He was grateful he didn't have to stay at the Salvatore Boarding House, he wasn't sure he could rest in a house full of vampires and witches - but knowing they could come and go here as they pleased didn't do much to ease his mind.

"There's two guest rooms upstairs - I stocked the fridge for you guys, so if you're hungry at all help yourselves. I'm sure Y/N would agree, make yourselves at home."

Sam gave him a tight smile. "Thanks," he said.

Stefan nodded and made his way to the door, leaving the Winchesters to themselves with a promise of seeing them the next day.

Dean relaxed when the vampire was gone. Stefan seemed like a good enough guy, but he didn't want to let his guard down too much.

He opened the fridge, pleased to find lunch meat and beer.

Perhaps Stefan was okay after all.

"Dean," Sam cleared his throat. "I'm starting to feel like we don't know Y/N at all."

Dean tossed ingredients onto the kitchen island and shrugged, careful not to react so Sam didn't catch on to what was going on between them before he even had a chance to define it himself. "Yea, I know what you mean," he sighed struggling to keep his tone even.

Sam moved to the fridge, glancing at pictures and memories she had never mentioned. Photos of Y/N laughing with friends, some he recognized, others he didn't. He pulled a strip of photos of Y/N with Elijah, laughing and making goofy faces. He studied it for a moment before turning it around for Dean to see.

"I don't know how that's the same guy..." Sam pointed out.

Dean rolled his eyes, continuing to pile on lunch meat.

"Come on, Dean," Sam pushed. "Doesn't this bother you? She had a whole life here, a whole life in New Orleans...and she didn't bother mentioning it to us?"

Dean shrugged. "We had a life, too," he said dryly.

Sam shook his head. "Not like this," he argued. "Look at her, she looks happy," Sam tossed the photostrip to Dean. "It just doesn't make sense...."

He picked it up, his chest aching at the girl laughing in the photos. She did look happy. He had never seen her smile that way. "Yea, alright?" Dean shoved the photo back at Sam. "It bothers me more than you know. But what do you want me to do about it?" He snapped. He didn't wait for an answer, leaving Sam and his sandwich behind as he stormed out of the kitchen.

His little brother was right - someone who had all of this, a home, family, friends...

Even if it was with a bunch of vampires she was clearly loved, and happy.

Someone like that didn't just give it all up.

He clenched his jaw, anger bubbling in his chest. He was angry at her, at Elijah, Klaus, his brother for pushing...he felt angry at the whole damn world.

He knew deep down the person he was most angry at was himself - for loving her, for holding onto her knowing he'd never be able to offer her this life. It was selfish, but he couldn't stop.

He found himself in what he assumed was her old bedroom, but he didn't bother turning on the lights. He took a seat in the bay window, and immediately he could picture her there, curled up in the sunlight reading a book, watching the day pass by with ease.

She'd never have that as a hunter.

He sighed and pulled out his phone, dialing, needing to hear her voice.

It rang twice when her voice came through.

"Hey, you've reached Y/N - you know what to do...." The beep that followed was shrill and for a moment he thought about hanging up, but he lingered.

He cleared his throat, suddenly nervous. "Y/N...it's me, uhh Dean. Just calling to check in," he cringed at his words, sounding like a clingy boyfriend. "I mean, just...I don't know," he sighed. "I guess I just needed to hear your voice," he let out a breath. Well there it was - no going back now. "Truth is, I can't stop thinking about you. About us. And I know when I left things were kind of up in the air, but I just wanted to call and tell you that I..."

Beeeeeeep the noise cut him off, followed by an automated message. "If you'd like to send your voicemail, please press one. If you'd like to re-record your message, press two. If you'd like to delete your recording and start over, please press three."

He sighed before hitting three on his phone, and hanging up.

*****

Y/N glanced over at Elijah. "What are you doing?" She asked as he pulled into the parking lot of a hotel.

"You need to rest, and I have a connection nearby that may be able to help us. We'll go see them in the morning," he said definitively.

She sighed. "We need to get to Mystic Falls," she argued.

He said nothing as he pulled up to the valet, getting out and opening her door. He held his hand out to help her, but she ignored it, pushing past him in frustration, pulling out her duffle bag and gripping it tightly to her.

"Welcome to the Ritz," a valet greeted. "I can take your bags," he offered, reaching for her duffle.

She pulled it out of his grasp when he insisted, but Elijah stepped forward. "That won't be necessary," he said, handing him the keys to the vehicle to be parked.

The boy nodded, glancing over Elijah's shoulder at the car and Y/N could see the light in his eyes at the thought of driving it. Elijah ignored it, placing his hand on the small of Y/N's back and leading her inside, taking the bag from her hands politely.

"Who is your mysterious contact?" She asked.

"An old acquaintance," he replied, cutting her off as he approached the front desk.

She looked around them, uncomfortable being in only yoga pants and his dress shirt (which was now stained with blood) in the gorgeous lobby. Her hair was dirty, and she was sure she still had blood on her by the way the concierge looked at her. "Elijah, I think we should keep moving," she suggested in a hushed tone.

He ignored her as he compelled the concierge to give them a room, despite them not having a reservation, and fifteen minutes later they were being escorted upstairs to a suite, the staff having no recollection of them when Elijah was done. She stepped inside the room and glanced around. The decor was sleek and modern, the neutral greys leaving everything looking crisp and clean. It had been a long time since she had stayed anywhere that didn't have a vacancy sign flashing out front.

She wandered further into the suite, through the master bedroom and into the next doorway, running her hands along the cool marble of the bathroom counter. The tub was deep, with a standing shower that offered shower heads along the wall in addition to the traditional one above.

"You should wash up," Elijah said.

She turned to find him leaning in the doorway, his sleeves rolled up and the top buttons of his shirt undone.

"I'll order room service," he added. "I promised you five star dining, after all." He gave her a soft smile, and her stomach flipped at just how painfully gorgeous he was.

She nodded, swallowing nervously. She needed to tell him about her connection to Empusa - her dreams, or premonitions - whatever they were. "Elijah," she began, but he shook his head.

"Shower first, we'll talk later." He turned, shutting the door behind him and leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, the hair along the right side of her temple matted with sweat and blood. Her forearms and palms were scraped from the pavement, and she was sure her knees looked the same. More than anything though, she noticed the bags under her eyes, the dark circles. Souvenirs left behind from her restless nights. She sighed, stripping off the shirt she had borrowed from Elijah, clutching it to her chest for a moment as she breathed in his scent. Tears sprung to her eyes almost immediately, an ache in her chest at how much she missed him, even though he was just in the other room.

She dropped the shirt to the floor, discarding the rest of her clothes and her shoes with it before turning to the shower. She let the heat of the spray pound against her skin, washing away the day. She wanted to get to the others as soon as possible, but she couldn't help but think how nice it was to just stop for a moment. She was safe, for now.

Her thoughts strayed to Elijah, how easy it had been to be with him for the day. How quickly they fell into conversation, and yet how distant it all seemed. She was holding back with him, building walls as he chipped away at them without even trying. Everything had been on the surface, because she was so afraid to dig any deeper and have it all torn from her once again.

She thought about the morning, and how they had a moment of peace, even if it was a dream. A glimpse at a life she had missed and longed for so badly it physically hurt.

She wondered if Elijah had really been there...

When she stepped out of the shower, her clothes were gone, a towel was laid out for her along with a fluffy white robe.

She blushed at the thought of Elijah being in the room without her knowing, her skin heating and her heart racing. She dried off, pulling on the plush white oversized robe and wrapping it around her body, tying it shut. She towel dried and combed her hair, stepping back out into the bedroom to find herself alone.

Her bag was on the chair, but her clothes were gone. She didn't mind, the robe was more than comfortable, and she would live in it if she could.

When she stepped back into the living room, Elijah was at the door in his own robe, tipping the staff who had just rolled in a cart of food. Far too much food just for the two of them, especially considering Elijah wouldn't eat much if at all. When he dismissed them he turned, his chocolate eyes scanning her.

She averted her gaze, blushing under his stare.

"I sent our clothes to be cleaned," he explained. "They'll be back by morning."

She held her arms out, twirling playfully as she tried to make light of the situation. "I don't know," she chuckled. "I think I'm going to make this an everyday thing. It'll catch on, don't you think?"

His eyes darkened, and he swallowed. When he spoke, his voice was low and rough. "You're beautiful."

She stopped spinning, her face serious. They stood there for a moment in silence, Elijah's words settling heavily over them, and she was sure he could hear her heart rate pick up, a fact she tried to ignore.

He broke his stare, turning and taking off the covers to the plates he had ordered.

She stepped forward, eyeing up the food. Salad, some fruit, grilled chicken...she smiled thinking of Sam's healthy habits, but her stomach growled. She looked at Elijah, and he rolled his eyes playfully. "You doubt me," he teased, pulling a lid off of another plate to reveal chicken fingers and french fries.

She grinned, reaching for the plate greedily. She breathed in the heavenly smell, and couldn't help the groan that escaped her lips. She was starving. "Oh my god, I love you," she said.

They both froze as she caught herself, her cheeks burning. She was grateful when he cleared his throat and busied himself with the remainder of the food, putting it all away in the kitchen and pouring her a glass of water.

"What about you?" She asked.

He handed her the water and she took it gratefully. "What about me?"

She shrugged as if it were obvious. "You need blood."

"I'll be fine," he replied.

She pushed her food aside, suddenly not hungry. "No," she said shaking her head. "You were bitten by a wolf, vervained, and you haven't had a drop of blood. You need your strength."

"I can assure you I will be alright until we get to Mystic Falls. Please, eat."

She took a bite, but she was already past the point of eating. "You can have some of mine," she said.

"While I appreciate the offer, I don't think chicken fingers would suffice," he said dryly.

She rolled her eyes, moving until she stood in front of him, and held up her wrist. "That's not what I meant."

He held her wrist gently, his thumb feeling the blood pump through the vein there. He was hungry, there was no denying it, but more than that he craved her. His eyes locked onto hers, his jaw set. "I am well aware of what you meant," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

She didn't back down, holding his gaze defiantly.

"You need rest," he said, moving her wrist away and stepping back from her. "Goodnight, Y/N."

She nodded, biting her lip, and as he turned to go she called out for him. "Elijah?"

He stopped, turning his face to indicate he was listening.

"I have nightmares," she whispered. She let out a soft embarrassed chuckle when he turned around to really look at her, his brow furrowed. "It's a hunter thing, I guess," she added, holding back the fact that she couldn't tell what was real and what was a product of her own mind anymore. Her connection with Empusa - whatever it was - shook her to her core, but she clung to the hope that it had been a coincidence. As if speaking it out loud would make it a reality.

Elijah took a step closer, his mouth opening to say something, but no words came out, so she continued. "It's just that, I have nightmares. But last night...the nightmares didn't come when I was with you," she said, her voice shaking nervously.

He stood, waiting for her to say exactly what she needed, because he'd only do what she asked. Hope swelled in his chest, and his eyes begged her for the words - the pause in her breath seemingly lasting for a lifetime.

"Stay with me tonight?" She breathed.

He nodded slowly, stepping into her and she took his hand, leading him to the bedroom.

He stayed silent as he watched her ready herself for bed.

She searched through her bag, pulling out her toothbrush and disappearing into the bathroom. She left the door cracked, and he watched a routine he had seen a thousand times before, his heart clenching at the ease and familiarity.

Her phone began to vibrate and he wondered if it was all she'd need to be pulled out of the moment and change her mind. She stepped out of the bathroom, pulling her phone out and glancing at the screen before hitting reject and tucking it back in the pocket of her duffle.

She crawled onto the oversized mattress, pulling the covers back as he slid in behind her. She wrapped his arms around her midsection, scooting back into him. "Thank you," she whispered.

He kissed her temple sweetly. "Always." He listened as her breathing evened out, sleep taking her before he closed his own eyes and entered her mind.

*****

Y/N sat on the balcony of their bedroom, watching the night sky. The stars shone brightly, and the streets below were peaceful. "You've outdone yourself," she laughed when she felt his presence behind her.

He chuckled, glancing up at the crisp, clear stars from the doorway. He leaned against the frame and busied himself with his hands as he glanced around this dream version of their home.

She stood and leaned back against the balcony railing, facing him. He was in sleek grey suit, a crisp white shirt that matched his ever present pocket square. His maroon tie was bold and perfectly in place, and she couldn't help but smile. She glanced down at her robe. "I feel underdressed," she remarked.

He shrugged, a smile playing on his lips and when she looked back down she was in a short lace dress that dipped low on her chest, the maroon contrasting against her soft skin.

"Would you look at that?" She twirled and the skirt flew high against her thighs, revealing her skin to him, causing his thoughts to drift into a less than noble territory. "I even match your tie..."

"Yes, well," he forced his eyes to travel up, though they took their time, until he met her own. "I have excellent taste."

She rose an eyebrow at him coyly and turned away from him, leaning against the rail and looking up at the stars once more. "It's quiet," she said. "New Orleans is never this quiet."

He stepped behind her, his arms resting on either side of her, caging her in. "It was always just the two of us," his breath fanned across her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "I never heard the noise when we were here."

She spun around in his arms so she faced him, and his eyes darted to her lips for a moment before being drawn to hers once more, and she noticed they darkened.

Somewhere a warning bell went off in her head, but surely she could have this moment, a ghost of a dream. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the muscle jump beneath her fingertips as she leaned up and closed the distance between them.

The kiss was soft, hesitant, as if neither one of them was sure it would last. When they parted their eyes met, his searching.

She leaned up, kissing him again, her arms snaking around his neck. His hands remained firmly on the railing behind her. She knew he was holding on to what little control remained, and when he breathed her name against her lips, she paused. She kept her eyes shut, afraid it would all disappear if she opened them.

"Y/N...."

She felt the pain of the rejection sharply, even knowing it was for the best. It stung and she pulled back, looking at the man before her. Even if they had this, he would be hers, but for how long? A night? She couldn't have him and the unfairness of it all made her feel heavy.

Elijah watched as the hurt appeared in her Y/E/C eyes, and he hated himself more than he already did. He knew it would change nothing for her, that the only thing they had left was a stolen moment in a dream he had given her. He felt the little bit of control he clung to slipping away, something that often happened where she was concerned, and he dropped a hand to her hip, squeezing hard.

Her eyes shot up to his and he stepped into her, pressing his body against hers, the pain he had learned to live with and come to know so well waning away as relief washed through him at the feel of her.

His mind was made up, the illusion of him having a choice fading rapidly, and he knew there was no turning back for either of them as his mouth crashed to hers. His free hand came up to the back of her neck, holding her impossibly close as his tongue begged for entrance.

She moaned, giving into him.

He dipped low, picking her up so she wrapped her legs around him, and he used his speed to push her against the opposite wall, desperate to have her.

She cried out, arching her back and pulling at his tie. He hiked her skirt up and pulled the top of her dress down roughly, tearing the fabric and revealing her breasts to him. His kissed down her neck, nipping and teasing along the way, hiking her higher as he dipped lower to kiss her chest.

Her fingers wrapped in his chestnut hair, pulling at the short strands as he pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucking as she cried out. She pressed further into him, knowing it would never be enough.

She used what little leverage she had to drag her hips against him, searching for pressure, and he sped them inside of their room, crashing into the vanity.

She gripped the edges of the wood, white knuckled as he sunk to his knees, hiking her skirt and kissing up her thighs. He left a trail of fire against her skin, and she leaned back onto her elbows, watching as he nipped and licked everywhere but where she needed most. She panted, her fingers once again curling in his hair, silently begging.

He put her out of her misery, burying his face between her legs and licking between her folds. She cried out instantly, and he hummed into her, lapping up everything she gave him.

His tongue skillfully danced against her clit, and when he added the pressure of his fingers she flew off the edge, slamming her eyes shut as she saw stars.

He licked her gently, working her through her orgasm until she came back down. He stood slowly, and she sat up, pulling him toward her until he tilted his head down so she could taste herself on his lips.

The urgency from before shifted, though the need lingered heavily. He kissed her slowly, sweetly, as if they had all the time in the world.

She hummed into the kiss, feeling sated and content. She pushed on his chest and he backed away, giving her room to stand. She stripped the scrap of her dress away slowly, letting it drop to her feet before gently kicking it away along with her shoes.

She stood before him, bare, and though he had seen her a thousand times before, she suddenly felt raw. She was not the same woman she had been when they were together, for better or worse. She let his eyes trail over her, and he catalogued every scar, every single badge from her hunts. He let the ink under her skin, the anti-possession tattoo, that sat against her hip burn into his memory, wanting to relearn every piece of her.

For a moment she worried he'd no longer find her desirable, and she hid her face, turning away from him.

He stepped forward, his thumb tracing the jagged line along her ribs. She winced slightly, remembering the hunt that had left it, how close she had been to dying - how in what she had thought were her final moments she only saw Elijah.

He tilted her chin toward him with his free hand until she looked at him, and when her eyes met his, she was surprised to find a lack of pity. She saw a bit of guilt, but she had expected that. He carried the weight of the damn world on his shoulders.

But more than that, she saw pride.

"You're breathtaking," he breathed, his voice low and rugged.

She reached for him, anxious to feel him again, needing his skin on hers as the urgency came back twofold. Her fingers pulled at his shirt buttons, fumbling as he ripped off his jacket and undid his belt.

When he used his speed once more, she was surprised to find herself suddenly on the bed, sprawled out beneath him. He rid himself of the rest of his clothing, nestling himself between her legs as he kissed the spot just below her ear.

He bit back the words that seemed to always be on the tip of his tongue with her, afraid he'd complicate things even more. Instead he put everything he had, everything he needed to say, into every kiss against her skin. He breathed them into her, his desire and devotion ghosting across her skin with each press of his lips and nip of his teeth before he sealed them in with his tongue.

She writhed beneath him, every nerve ending in her body on the surface, coming alive and reacting to his touch.

He held himself above her, watching her face intently as he slid into her, bottoming out. They both groaned at the contact, keeping their eyes trained on each other. Elijah stilled, waiting for her to adjust to him.

She leaned up, pressing her lips to his, silently begging him to move. He pulled away from her only to push back in, hitting her right where she needed it. She arched into him and threw her head back, and he took the opportunity to lean down and work her chest.

She was different, yes - scarred and stronger - but as much as she wanted to deny it, he knew her. He knew every inch of her, the spots that made her come alive. He knew exactly what she needed when she needed it - things no one else since had taken the time to learn.

Or maybe they were things she had never given enough time for someone else to learn, because deep down she knew it wouldn't change the fact that those places belonged to him.

She belonged to him.

His movements became faster, harder, and he reached between them, his fingers working her sweet spot until her walls tightened around him and she fell into bliss.

She screamed his name, and he hadn't known just how much he missed hearing his name from her lips until that very moment, but he swore he'd never go without again.

He rolled them so she was on top, sitting up and wrapping her legs around him. He buried his face in her neck, feeling like he was finally home.

He kissed her, and she leaned her head back giving him more access. She was giving him permission, but he didn't take it. Instead he gripped her hips, moving her up and down on him once more, slowly building pressure.

She threw her head back and slammed her eyes shut, listening to the moans that filled the room, the sound of their bodies meeting again and again. He brought one hand to her face, wordlessly urging her to look at him, and when she opened her eyes she found his dark and determined. They were deep and so sure, the deep browns swirling like a summer storm that anchored her there, and everything in the entire universe could have faded to only this and she'd still have everything she could possibly need.

He thrust up into her, never breaking the eye contact, and she knew what he was saying. She was sure it was reflected back in her own gaze.

She held onto him tightly, rolling her hips. She watched his eyes haze with more lust, as his own release approached. His jaw tightened and she knew he was close, so she kept up her pace, desperate to make him feel even a fraction of what she felt for him.

She gripped his face, slamming her lips to him, and he kissed her back roughly until his movements stilled, his breath filling her lungs and he came, filling her completely. It was enough to push her over the edge for a third time with a force she had never experienced before.

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, her muscles loose and spent. Her limbs curled around him lazily, and his fingers traced soft patterns against her spine, his lips pressing into her shoulder again and again.

They stayed like that for a long time, just feeling each other - too tired to move even if they had wanted to.

After a while, when she began to drift, Elijah gently rolled her off of him, and they groaned at the loss. He went with her, curling himself around her and pulling her to his chest. His fingers found her hair, tracing through it as he listened to her breathing.

"I've missed you," she whispered so low he wasn't sure he was meant to hear it.

He kissed her temple and she shifted, tilting her chin up so she was looking at him.

"So serious," she teased as she traced the outline of his frown with her fingers.

He smiled sadly, turning to look at her. "This isn't real," he replied, his voice hushed and broken. "It's just a dream."

She swallowed and nodded. "I know." She pressed a kiss into his chest. "But it's a beautiful dream..."

"It is. I don't want it to end," he confessed.

She sighed longingly. "Then let's just stay here," she curled into him, throwing her leg over his and her arms around his torso.

He kissed her temple once more, continuing to run his hand through her hair. "Okay," he whispered.

She hummed sleepily into his skin, and soon after she drifted off and away from him once more.

[mochismilesbrighterthansun]

Poisoned

Chapter 3

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Warnings: This story in general deals with dark themes but more into the story. Smut. Choking, dark smut. Degrading names, rough dirty smut.

Word Count: 6,976

Genre: Smut, Angst

Summary: You always knew what you wanted, you had it all planned out. But on a vacation to visit your parents you met the new tattoo artist in town and you couldn’t stay away from him.

A/N: This story will deal with darker themes. I suck I’ve been meaning to update but I hadn’t had the time.

He didn’t call.  And why would he?, he didn’t have your phone number. He had no way of contacting you other than the sneaking to your room. But this town was so small you were sure he would be able to find out exactly where and what you were up to. You thought about going to him, but somehow the thought didn’t sit well with you.

A whole week passed, your parents were back and everything had gone back to normalcy. But you couldn’t help but admit how much you still wanted him. You had never had sex like that and you wanted more of him. He had made it clear all he wanted was sex. And you didn’t mind. You couldn’t remember a time when you had orgasmed twice probably ever.

The date for you to leave was approaching quickly , to go back to your regular life away from this town. Yet because of Tae you found yourself putting it in the back of your head. You found yourself not caring about anything but him. You weren’t in love, you barely knew the guy. But the sex had been more than amazing and you couldn’t deny that.

You had boyfriends and one night stands before, and yeah you hardly knew Tae but there is something other than the sex that drawed you to yhim. It could be the dangerous aura he carries with him. Or the way he seems so intimidating. You weren’t sure, you just made up your mind and began the walk to the tattoo shop. You were walking slowly, maybe in hopes to come to your senses or maybe Jungkook finding you and returning you home. But as you stood in front on the tattoo shop any argument dissolved.

You pushed the door open and as you entered you wish you hadn’t. The unmistakable moans that filtered through the small place made your skin crawl. You turned to leave and hit a small base that was next to the entrance. As soon as you did all sounds stopped and a curtain was drawn.

“Can I help you?”

His voice was something that would always make you weak. You turned to find him looking at you with his head slightly tilted. He was wearing a pair of gloves.

“I didn’t know if you were busy. So I just dropped by.”

“Ah I see, I’m almost done in there. Why don't you wait upstairs princess?”

“Uh-”

“T!, come finish my tattoo!” A whiny female voice came out of the room . Your eyes darted to the sound and you wondered who it was. No one in this town had tattoos.

“No, you’re busy I really didn’t mean to interrupt” you argued, your voice was slightly raised. All you wanted was to leave, you made a mistake.

“I said go wait upstairs angel. I’m not gonna repeat myself.” He growled before turning and closing the curtain.

You walked upstairs slowly taking a seat at the top of the stairs. You clenched and unclenched your fists as you tried to listen to any more sounds. After what seemed like eternity you finally heard the curtain being drawn.

“We are done.” Tae announced to the girl that was downstairs with him.

“T why don’t you just give me your name and phone number and we can set up a date somewhere else. Drinks maybe?” She prodded.

You knew Tae got this sort of attention from a small town like this, he was a bad boy and everyone wanted him. He was mysterious, and the way he carried himself oozed with confidence and you wondered how he hadn’t been snatched before.

“How ‘bout I fucking don’t and you just leave.”

You felt sorry for that girl in that moment. You had experienced jerk Tae on more than one occasion and he didn’t hold back when it came to marking his line. You heard the slamming of a door and suddenly Tae was at the foot of the stairs. He eyed you with a smirk and began ascending the wooden stairs. His black boots made a harsh sound with every step.

He finally reached you and extended his hand. You took it and he led you to the couches where you fell asleep last time. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. You were confused but decided not to say anything as he pulled you on the couch next to him.

“Hey Tae?” you called out quietly. You weren’t sure what his mood was.

“Are we gonna fucking start with the hundred questions?” He complained.

“Nah, I was just wondering?” you eyed him sideways.

“Is there a follow up to that?”

“How did you know where I live?”

“I followed you.” he stated simply, like if it was the most normal answer in the world.

“You followed me?” you repeated in case you were wrong.

“That’s what I just said.” he replied. He turned to you then. “Is that weird?”

“A little I mean you could have just asked me.”

“Not when you’re with your boy.”

“I told you -”

“Yeah yeah you ain’t fucking him. But you’re both joined at the hip. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you alone on the street without him, except for that one day of course.”

You felt awkward all of a sudden, you didn’t know where to steer the conversation next.

“Wanna ride my dick?” Tae asked out of nowhere, your head jerked to meet his eyes, but you found no trace of humor in his gaze. “C’mon, that’s what you’re here for no? Just sit on my dick.”

You were speechless as you stared at him, because yes you were aroused  but Tae was so blunt about what he wanted that it made your head spin.

“Uh no it’s okay I can just sit here.” You mumbled turning your gaze back to the screen.

“I’m not gonna tell you again princess, come ride my dick.” his voice lowered shooting straight to your center.

You moved towards him slowly unsure of what to do, you took your shoes off followed by your jeans. Tae didn’t move an inch. You walked towards him in your shirt and panties and placed a leg on each side of his thighs. He stared at you as you reached for his belt but he slapped your hand away.

“Gotta ask nicely angel.” You were about to argue but a slap to your ass startled you. “I don’t like that you make me repeat myself princess, ask for my dick like a good slut or I won’t let you ride it.” he growled.

“May I Tae?”

“May you what?”

“I don’t know? Take your dick out?” you asked awkwardly causing a chuckle to erupt from Tae.

“Ask me for it like you want it, that doesn’t sound like you want it…. did you like how I fucked you last time?” He caressed your face with the back of his hand, you nodded. “Then ask me for it like you want it.”

“Will you let me ride your dick? Please, it made me feel so good last time.” you said.

“Where did it feel good?”

You buried your face against his neck, even his smell was good. “My pussy” you mumbled against his neck.

You felt the vibrations of his growl as he digged his fingers on your hips. Without thinking about it you began grinding against his clothed bulge. His grip on you tightened as he directed your movements. You let out a moan against his neck, and that did it.

He wanted to take his time with you, torture you for taking so long for coming to him. But something about you just drove him wild. He undid his belt and jeans and pulled his dick out, he moved your hips forward. Soon his tip was against your entrance.

“I’m gonna fuck you so damn hard.” Was all he said before he thrusted into you.

You let out a long moan against his neck and didn’t notice you began sucking on it, which made Tae be more aggressive with you. He held you in place as he began thrusting at a brutal pace, he reached for your shirt and ripped it open. He took one of your breasts out and began suckin on it as he made you bounce on his dick.

“You like my cock princess?” he asked trying to search for your face.

You simply nodded unable to respond, but he slapped your ass. The sound resonating in the small apartment.

“Fucking answer me.”

“Yes, fuck yes I love it so much please don’t stop.” You whimpered.

“I’m not.” was all he said before digging deeper into your waist. He slammed you on him to meet his thrusts. He knew you were close by the way you began clenching around him. “Cum angel.” and like magic you came instantly at his words, followed closely by him.

You buried your face against his neck as you tried to catch your breath. After a while you lifted your head to meet his gaze.

“You’re clean right?, it’s just .. you haven’t worn a condom.”

Fucking idiot, he forgot to wear a condom both times.

“Yea I’m clean.” he mumbled.

He lifted you off him and sat you down next to him.

“I’ll get something to clean you up.” He stood up and went to grab a towel but stopped suddenly. “Are you on the pill?” he called out into the living room.

“Yeah, I am.” you said sleepily.

You felt like dozing off after the way Tae had manhandled you. You didn’t mind. Tae kneeled in front of you and began cleaning you up.

“You owe me a shirt.” you mumbled.

He smirked and looked up at you.

“Yea okay princess whatever you say.”

“I can’t exactly go out like this.” you pulled on the ripped shirt and left it by the couch.

“I know that” he said with a growl.

Your eyes began to close, and you felt yourself drift off. Tae stared at your sleeping figure on the couch. He lifted you and once again took you to his bed.

After that day you guys began a pattern you would come over and visit him and he would fuck you. And to say you hadn’t developed some kind of a crush would be a lie. You looked forward to seeing him he was always the same, never revealing too much of himself.

You had talked to Hoseok and told him you’d decided to stay and spend some time home. He berated you and asked you to go back. But you promised to go back in spring, which was an empty promise because you didn’t want to leave Tae, his smile everything about him had you completely enchanted. And if Tae had noticed he hadn’t mentioned it.

Your parents questioned your whereabouts, but with time they were just glad you were staying longer. They never asked when your plans to leave were, and Jungkook spent most of his days with you. You often sneaked out to see Tae but you rarely stayed over. He would wake you up and pretty much kick you out.

On a gloomy day, it had been raining and you woke up sneezing. Your nose felt itchy, your bones felt sore and your head was pounding. You could barely get up, your mom made you soup and made sure you were drinking medication.

You had been in and out all day. You weren’t even sure what time it was when you felt your bed dip.

“Mom?” You called out weakly.

“Fuck you’re burning.” Tae scolded.

“Tae?” You asked hopeful, but you were sure it was a hallucination.

He chuckled then. “Yea it’s me, you never showed so I came to make sure you were alright angel.”

He kept touching your face.

“You’re cold Tae”

“Nah, you’re just too hot babe.”

You closed your eyes and heard Tae moving around your bedroom. They shot open when you felt ice cold water on your forehead.

“Shhh stop I have to lower your temperature alright?”

“Tae?” You called after a couple of moments.

“Yea?” He moved the towel around your face.

“What’s your real name?”

He chuckled quietly at that, “You’re at like 110 degrees right now but you are wondering what my name is?”

“I’m too sick I probably won’t even remember please?” You asked weakly expecting him to deny your request.

But in that moment seeing you so weak looking up at him something pulled in him, “Taehyung. My name is Taehyung.”

You smiled then, “Taehyung.” You mumbled. “I like it.”

And Taehyung couldn’t help but like the way his name sounded out from your lips. You fell asleep again, and by the time your eyelids fluttered open the sun was filtering through the window.

There was a knock on your door and you heard it open slightly. “Sweetie are you feeling better?” Your mom asked from the door.

“Yeah, what time is it mom?” You voice sounded hoarse even to you.

“It’s almost three, I made you some food.” Your mom wiped her hands on a rag and went inside your room. She reached for your face and touched it with her fingertips. “You’re still a bit warm.”

Your eyelids fluttered closed. “I feel okay tho.”

“I want you to be a little stronger before you go outside, Jungkook brought you some chocolates earlier but you were still asleep.” Your mom raised her head and frowned. “Honey don’t leave the window open, that’s how you get sick. I know it looks sunny but the wind is cold.” She went to close it then. “I’ll bring you some food.”

“I’ll shower first mom.” You mumbled stretching your limbs to get up.

As soon as she left your room, you opened the window.

You had your TV on a random channel when you heard a noise outside your window. You muted the movie and went to look already half expecting Tae. And it was, he was trying to climb through your window in all black, his hair wet from the rain outside.

“Fuck babygirl, I almost fucking die trying to climb through your window.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his expression, you glanced at your door afraid of your mother bursting through it.

“Shhh Tae, my parents are out there.”

You helped him through and couldn’t help but be shocked at the soft brief kiss he placed on your lips.

“Tae you’re all wet.”

He smirked and lifted his shirt over his head. He took his black boots off as he unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. He didn’t take his eyes off you as he ripped his jeans off. He stood in front of you in nothing but his black briefs.

“Good?”

You smiled and turned away to lock the door, when you turned back he was getting on your bed underneath the covers. You couldn’t help the feeling that bloomed within you at the sight, when he noticed you were staring he looked back at you and smiled, not with lust just with pureness. You’d never seen him look at you like that.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” He tapped on the spot next to him.

You approached the bed and got in carefully, you searched for the remote within your blankets and when you finally found it you felt Tae spooning you from behind.

“How's the tattoo shop doing?” You asked mockingly.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at you curiously.

“You know I barely have that shit open,”

You turned laying fully on your back, his head was resting against his palm and he gazed down on you. He was playing with his lip ring with his tongue.

“Why did you move here? If this is a dead place to set up a tattoo shop.” You wondered, his private life was something he rarely shared with you.

“It looked quiet, no one asked many questions” he gave you a look and you couldn’t help but smile.

“But where did you live before?”

His posture went completely rigid at your question.

“Tae?”

“Why the fuck do you have the need to ask me these damn questions Y/N? We fuck but as soon as you start making questions you make me regret it.” He began getting off the bed but you pulled on him.

“It was just a question Taehyung.” The name slipped out without your knowledge. And as soon as you said it you wished you could take it back as he froze in place.

“You said you wouldn’t fucking remember.” He was angry, his voice sounded deeper almost like a growl.

“I’m sorry okay? I won’t call you that if it bothers you.” you tried to backpedal but it was too late.

Taehyung was already on his feet grabbing at his wet clothes and putting them on in a hurry. You hugged the blanket to your chest as he pushed on the curtains and mumbled a short dry, “I’ll call.” before slipping through your window.

3 days. That’s how long it had been since the last time you had seen Taehyung. You were okay back to your normal self but as soon as you remembered him you would space out.

And Jungkook noticed. More than once.

“Whenever you are ready to talk you know I’ll listen right?” he tried, all you did was smile because you didn’t know how to tell him you had dumbly started to have meaningless sex with the tattoo guy.

You couldn’t explain either when it stopped being meaningless to you. Because you couldn’t shake the overwhelming sadness at the thought that you had feelings for a complete stranger. You barely knew him but what you knew you liked.

Finally a week after you had last seen him you decided to pay a visit. But God works in mysterious ways, if you knew what was going to happen you would have stopped. But you wanted to talk to him, shamefully you missed him.

The sign on the tattoo shop said closed, so you went around and went to the back door that was almost always opened, the motorcycle in his garage was covered by the same leather cover. As soon as the door closed you heard noises upstairs, the unmistakable sound of the slamming of a headboard.

But because you must have been some sort of masochist you decided to venture further into his home. And when you opened the door you heard the moans, the pleasured screams of another woman.

You stood there unaware of the fact that tears had pooled in your eyes, you were shocked and you felt like you were having an out of body experience. You felt the first tear travel from your eye to your jaw. And in your mentally checked out state didn’t notice the sounds stopped. You cleaned your face and grabbed onto the doorknob when you heard it.

“Who the fuck are you?” The female voice said.

You stopped dead in your track.

“I came to ask for a tattoo, but if T is busy I can come back another time.” before she could say anything you rushed through the door into the garage out the back door.

You began running to your safe haven.

And as soon as Jungkook opened the door he enveloped you in a hug. He took you to his bedroom and waited for you to be calm enough. And when the sobs subsided you told him everything. From the moment the attraction started till today.

“I know I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Don’t say that, it’s not your fault.”

You rolled your eyes wiping away some tears.

“I should have realized he had moved on, he made it pretty clear from day one he wanted nothing to do in a relationship. And I just stayed there.” more pathetic tears spilled.

“Listen, maybe it’s time for you to go back.” Jungkook mumbled so lowly you thought you heard him wrong. “Listen I love having you back, but not at this cost, this fucker is messing with you. You need to put distance between you two.”

“I know that, it’s just hard.” you turned away and looked out the window. “But you’re right, it’s time.” You hugged yourself but felt Jungkook hug you to his chest.

“I’ll come visit this time, I promise.”

And once again the tears began. You spent the night at Jungkook’s. You left around noon, Jungkook drove you home and left with the promise of coming back with food. You didn’t feel like being in a public setting at that point.

You made your way inside, but you noticed your dads truck wasn’t in the driveway. You went to check your messages on your phone but found none. So you dialed the number you needed and waited for the other person to pick up.

“Well look who it fucking is.” Hoseok’s voice filtered through.

You went into the kitchen and grabbed some cookies from the counter.

“Hello to you too Hobi.”

“No fuck that, you promised you’d be back soon, it’s been months Y/N. Now I know why you refused to go back during holidays.”

You chuckled bitterly at that. “Well that’s the reason I’m calling actually. To see if my spot is still available.”

“Fuck yeah, told you I could never find a better roommate than you. When you coming back?”

“Uuuhh I’m searching for flights but probably within the next week.” You chewed on a cookie.

“Thank fuck, I was beginning to think you forgot about my existence.”

“Never that Hoseok” your voice turned sad.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned at the change in your voice.

“Nothing, it’s a long story.”

“You can tell me over beer when you get back? I have to go right now I have a class.”

“Yeah that’s fine Hobi.”

“I miss you Y/N”

“Me too honestly.”

The line clicked and you stared at your phone for a little before turning and going up the stairs. You reached your bedroom and closed the door.

“Where were you?”

You jumped at the voice. You turned around and Taehyung sat at your desk chair.

“That’s none of your business.” you replied turning away from him.

He rose from his seat and walked towards you, slowly menacingly. You began walking backwards until your back hit the wall.

“I’m gonna ask one more time, where the fuck were you?” He pronounced each syllable slowly.

“And I’m gonna answer one more fucking time, none of your fucking business.” You said pushing him away.

You began walking and he pulled on your arm, “I fucken asked you a question.”

You pulled on your arm. “Okay, I’ll answer if you answer me this,” you hesitated feeling the tears coming. “Who were you fucking yesterday?”

His whole demeanor changed. And you took advantage of it.

“Unless you can answer me that the answer remains the same, none of your fucking business.” You walked deeper into your bedroom.

“So it was you.” He said.

“Yeah, I went to look for you to talk but you are not interested in talking just fucking right? I get it now, so I would like for you to leave.” you said pointing at your window.

“It’s….. it’s not like that Y/N.” he defended weakly and for the first time you saw him unsure.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not like that, I don’t have feelings for her and-”

“Get out” He didn’t move, “I said get the fuck out!”

“No, I just don’t do relationships I told you that.” he seemed confused.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, you can fuck around? You’re making no sense. I don’t wanna fuck you anymore I’m ending this whatever it is.”  you motioned to you and him.

“No, why are you saying this?, I never lied to you I told you from the beginning what this was.”

“T, I do not under any circumstance want to have sex with you ever again. There does that make it understandable?”

He frowned at that then, “Why are you calling me T?”

Your whole face contorted in confusion then, “You don’t like it when I call you by your name.”

“I like it when you call me Tae.”

You turned away from him, “That doesn’t really matter anymore. I told you I don’t want to see you anymore.”

He got closer to you and slowly turned you to face him. “You, don’t mean that.” he said quietly.

Finally the tears spilled, “As much as it hurts me, I do.” you tried turning away from him but he wouldn’t let you.

“You don’t need to do this, things are fine the way they are and-” you pulled away from him then.

“Are you fucking serious right now???, they are not good for me!” you interrupted.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want just sex from you anymore. I want more. I want something you clearly can’t give.”

“What are you talking about?” he growled in what appeared to be confusion.

“You can’t be that blind.” you muttered, he still wore the same confused expression, “I’m in love with you!, I want a relationship!”

His whole demeanour changed then as he was the one to turn away. “When?, how?”

You chuckled humoressly, “I don’t know since you are clearly a piece of shit I don’t know how this could have happened.” after a few minutes of silence he finally turned to you.

“I can’t -”

“Get out, I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” you interrupted.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I just told you to get out.”  you mumbled.

“No, I mean what would you need from me for this to work?”

You turned unable to tell whether you heard correctly or not. “What?”

“What do I do?” he asked again.

“You need to give me something, anything. I know nothing about you.”

“I can’t anything but that.” he was shaking his head.

“The girl you were with, who is she?” you tried again.

He made a face again, “Please don’t -”

You sighed loudly, “Then leave Taehyung, because if you can’t give me an answer so simple. Then there is no point.” you said quietly.

“We can -”

“No!, I’m not gonna say it again. I want you to leave now!” you screamed without looking at him.

“Look just-”

“She said to fucking leave.” Jungkook’s voice boomed through your room, “you deaf or something?”

You turned to Jungkook first but then to Taehyung, you noticed how stiff he was. He clenched and unclenched his fists.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Taehyung growled, then he turned to you. “Is this who you spent the night with?” You’ve never heard him so angry.

“What the fuck do you care, you were out there fucking some girl.” Jungkook retorted pushing Taehyung.

Taehyung pushed back and before you realized they were throwing punches. Jungkook was on the ground with Taehyung on top of him, the initial shock faded and the horror of what Tae was currently doing to your best friend dawned on you.

“Taehyung get off of him!” You pulled on his shirt to no avail. “Taehyung!” You screamed louder as you began punching him in the back. He stopped and looked back at you out of breath.

When he finally rose you couldn’t help but to feel intimidated, Jungkook managed to land a couple of punches, his lip was bleeding and a bruise was beginning to blossom on his cheek. He walked to you as you stepped back.

Behind Taehyung Jungkook stood up wiping blood from his mouth, you dared to look back at him and saw him bloody. There was a cut on his upper eyebrow, his lip split, black eye definitely.

“Get out.” You said more quietly, your voice trembled and you couldn’t avert your gaze from Jungkook’s bashed face. When he didn’t move you looked at him to see his head hanging, his shaggy brown hair covering his eyes in defeat. “Leave, don’t come back.” You swallowed a sob and jumped as Taehyung turned around and left without another word.

You finally turned back to Jungkook who stood by your bed about to fall off.

“I’ll get the first aid kid it’s in my bathroom.”

Without another word Jungkook turned around and began walking to your bathroom. He sat on the toilet and watched you get the small kit from under the sink. You wet a towel and started dabbing at the blood cleaning his face as best as you could.

“I’m sorry.” you mumbled.

“It wasn’t you the one that bashed my face, so why the hell are you apologizing?” Jungkook said. “Besides I landed some pretty good punches too you know.” He was trying to smirk but his whole face hurt.

You chuckled at that, “God what would I do without you Jungkook?” You stared at him for a few seconds and then snapped out continuing to clean at his cuts. You shook your head, “I have no idea if you are gonna need stitches or something.”

He rose from the toilet and checked his face carefully.

“It’s mostly the bruises,” he turned to you then, “cmon it’s not my first fight.”

“I know that, I’ve just never been so scared before. I thought he wasn’t gonna stop.” your lips trembled then, the thought of Jungkook being severely injured broke something in you.

“Shh don’t okay? He is gone and there is food downstairs getting cold, so let’s go eat and look at flights.”

And you did, you booked your flight that same night. Two weeks from that day. You waited patiently for your parents because you weren’t sure how you were gonna tell them that you’d be gone in two weeks. That wasn’t enough time to assimilate. But you couldn’t stay any longer, the pain of being in that town was too much.  

Knowing Taehyung was around somewhere screwing someone else stung. Like a bitch but there was nothing you could do about it. You knew it was over, he wasn’t prepared for any type of relationship he was selfish but at one point you didn’t care about that because he was all you could think about.

The way you fell for him was insidious, one moment you just enjoyed the sex and next thing you found yourself wondering details about him. Personal ones. This was tearing you apart but there was nothing to do, only time would help. Jungkook tried being around you as much as possible, being your last few days but his dad had called him to help at one of his stores as a favor.

You knew you wouldn’t see him that day, and with nothing to do your skin crawled like an addict’s would. Your hands shook, you walked in circles in your room but decided to go take a walk. You were going to the bar, you texted Jungkook you’d see him there and began walking.

You knew Jungkook would be getting off late, but you knew knowing you were at the bar he would at least show up to say hi or drive you home. With this thought you began downing shots not caring about anything else.

“Maybe you should slow down Y/N.” Sungmin said taking the shot away from you.

“Maybe you should mind your own fucking business Sungmin.” You slurred.

“And that’s it for you, I’m calling Jungkook.”

“He is coming for me already.” You mumbled snatching the cup from him. You downed the shot and wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Give me the last one yeah?” you requested.

Sungmin chuckled and poured you another.

“You can always crash here in my room you know?” He flirted throwing the good guy roll out the door.

“Or I could sleep in a pool of my own vomit in the street.” You began laughing then.

Sungmin grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him.

“My offer is still open,” his breath fanned on your face making your skin crawl.

In a blur he let go of you and pulled back.

“I told you to never fucking touch her again.” Taehyung growled. He turned to you and tried helping you up but you pulled on your arm.

“No thank you, I’m staying here.” you sat back down on the stool and waved your shot cup around for Sungmin to fill it.

“Y/N let’s go home, I’ll take you.” Taehyung tried again more firm.

Once again you snatched your wrist from his grip and looked at him fully for the first time, “don’t want to go with you, you’re poison.”

Taehyung seemed taken back by your comment, but you were drunk and you couldn’t care less about whatever the fuck he was feeling right then.

Taehyung had never begged in his life, and he thought to himself he wasn’t gonna start now. He tried to play it cool and once again reached for your wrist, “Come on you’re fucking drunk let me just take you home.” He said again.

You got off the stool and looked directly into his eyes, “I’m here to let Sungmin fuck me.” you whispered viciously to him, “He’s going to fuck me until I forget about you, until I forget I met you. He’s gonna help me drown you the fuck out. Cause I like it when I’m not thinking about you.” You looked to the ground and then back at him. “Cause you’re fucking poison.” you whispered again.

Throughout your little rant you noticed Taehyung’s eyes darken, the tick of his jaw told you he was absolutely enraged. But he kept it together, through his peripheral vision he saw Sungmin made a move but Taehyung moved in a flash shoving Sungmin against the wooden bar. The cup broke and he grabbed it putting it against his neck.

“Fucking say something you piece of shit I dare you.” The bar is dead silent and everyone was staring at the exchange.

Sungmin whimpered at the feel of the glass against his neck. And that seemed to sober you up a bit. You reacted slowly reaching for his hand, and at the feel of your hand his hand relaxed slightly.

“Let’s go Tae, you said you were taking me home. You win okay? Let’s just go please.” you pleaded weakly.

Taehyung let go of Sungmin and turned to you fully, he extended his hand out to you. And you shakily took it, he led you out of the bar and instead of walking you home he took you to his place.

As you walked in you felt so out of place, you hadn’t been there in a while and the place felt foreign. You hugged yourself as he locked the front door and you looked around at the place where the other woman had been and an involuntary shiver went through you.

“Let’s go upstairs angel.” He said.

You looked at him wide eyed and shook your head.

“Don’t make me go upstairs.”

He approached you slowly and grabbed your cheeks with both of his hands.

“What do you mean? I would never make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“Then don’t make me go to where you fucked that other girl.” you pleaded.

“Okay. Let’s go to the living room then?” He said grabbing your wrist and leading you upstairs.

You both sat awkwardly in the living room, Tae flipped through the channels and you couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck was going on.

“I want to go home.” you mumbled.

“Not until you’re sober.”

“I’ll be fine going home.” you tried again.

And Taehyung got up throwing the remote to the couch right next to you and you couldn’t help but jump at his sudden outburst.

“I don’t want to lose you.” he said not looking at you.

“I’m not- ”

“I don’t know how to do this, I’ve never been in an actual relationship because I don’t know how to do this I just know I want to be with you.” He interrupted you but you didn’t say anything because you weren’t sure about what to say.

“I don’t know Tae, I just…. you don’t love me. I don’t know how can it work if you don’t have feelings for me.” your heart was pounding and the only sound you could hear as you waited for an answer.

“What is love? I know I have feelings for you I just don’t know how to classify them. You just gotta promise to never leave me, yo- you just gotta.” finally he turned to you, he knelt by your feet and stared intently at you.  

“Tae, how can you tell me this things when you haven’t even told me who you were with. You don’t let me in and that’s a big part of it.”

“I promise to try, I just need some time.”

You felt weak. His pleading eyes, You’ve never seen him so vulnerable. Everything about him screams softness something you’re not used to seeing with him. He is always so sure of himself, with a toughness and roughness to him that you just couldn’t explain. Always careful not to reveal too much of himself. But in that moment any resolve flew out the window.

“I promise….. I-I promise to never leave you.” you mumbled sheepishly.

That sparked something in his eyes, “You’re mine? Just mine?” He said quickly.

“If you let me in and you promise to try for me, then yeah I’m yours.” you said.

He grabbed your face and kissed your lips softly.

“I promise to do my best.” he mumbled as he placed kisses all over your face and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his actions.

“Just let me in, that’s all I need Tae for you to help me understand you.” you said as you tried to get a hold of his face, you were trying to get him to see you.

“I’ll try baby, I promise.”

And you believed him, there was a sincerity in his voice you’d never experienced before. And dumbly your heart swelled at his words. It was probably stupid letting your heart make the decisions but you couldn’t help it. In that moment the already purchased flight occupied no place in your mind.

In that moment all that mattered was that Taehyung had agreed to try a relationship and you’d take it. Anything he could offer.

“I just need something from you.”

“Anything you want angel.” he said almost immediately.

“I need you to get a new bed.”

And at that he burst in laughter.

You fell asleep after making out for a while with Taehyung, somehow his lips tasted sweeter, and his tongue was softer. And you couldn’t get enough. You missed him.

You woke up to the sound of banging against glass. You rubbed your eyes and heard the door downstairs open.

“Where the fuck is she?!” Jungkook’s hysterical voice reached you upstairs.

“She is upstairs, sleeping.” Taehyung said too calmly for your liking. “You’re not going anywhere, she is asleep and I’ll take her home when she wakes up.”

“Listen I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, but I’m telling you right now, stay the fuck away from her. She’s too good for you and you know it.” Jungkook spat venomously.

But Taehyung wasn’t going to be deterred after you agreed to be with him.

“That’s my girl now, you get that? Y/N decided to give me a chance and you are gonna be a fucking supportive friend and accept it.” Taehyung growled back.

“I don’t know how you managed that, but she is about to leave. She has a plane ticket for next week. And I’ll be damned if I let you ruin her.”

You heard a door slam and then the sound of footsteps. You closed your eyes and wrapped the blanket tighter around you.

“Is it true?” Taehyung asked from the foot of the couch.

You lifted your head to look at him.

“Yes.” you knew what he was asking.

“The promise, did you mean it?” He asked.

“Of course I did Tae.”

“Then what are you gonna do about that ticket?” he questioned, he turned away from you.

You slowly rose from the couch and approached him. You wrapped your arms around his torso you felt his hand rub your arm.

“Nothing, I told you I’m not going anywhere.” you said, he seemed to relax at your words.

“Okay.” he mumbled.

“I wanna go home.” you said letting go of him, he reached for you and tried to kiss you but you moved away. “Uh I don’t think so, we both know what that’s gonna lead to.”

“You don’t want to?” He was frowning then.

“Yeah but not right away okay?”

“But isn’t make up sex supposed to be the best part?” he chuckled then.

“The anticipation will make it all the more better.” you reasoned kissing his cheek.

He groaned, “Ugh you’re so mean angel.” you laughed grabbing your jacket.   

You kissed him tentatively and he immediately grabbed onto you as he attempted to deepen the kiss. But you just continued placing kisses over and over smiling over his lips.

“Okay. No sex.” You kissed him again. “Let me eat your pussy though.”

You laughed louder and pushed him slightly to put your jacket on.

“I’m leaving now, I’ll see you later.” you said as you turned to walk downstairs.

“You’re coming back later right?” his voice sounded insecure all of a sudden. You walked back and placed a brief kiss on his lips.

“Yes Tae, I’m coming back later.” You kissed him again and left his apartment.

You knew where you had to go. You had to go talk to Jungkook about this whole situation and you knew he would be pissed.

[endoftheroad1983]

Protection R Us

Protection R Us

Dean Winchester X  Reader

“Thank God you showed up!” Sam greet me at the door. He usher me in as quick as he could and guild me through the maze of the new bunker. My eyes wonder along the walls that still had no personality to them.

“I'm here to help in any way I can. Dean didn't tell me what kind of case, but I could hear in his voice that something big is going down.” You answer as Sam took your orange and white backpack and a pure orange carry on bag.

“We really appreciate it. We are a little bit out number at the moment.” Sam toss your bags into a spare room and then lead you to the war room. Where Bobby Singer sat. He was completely  healthy and alive. The time didn't show any signs of him being older then when you knew him.

You were overwhelm by the sight of Bobby sitting at the table. He was sitting in between a blonde woman and  a younger blonde juvenile. You stop dead in your tracks as your eyes did a double second take on him.

“Bobby?” You breath out.  Last you knew Bobby had join the other hunter's in the sky. The mention of his name brought tears in your eyes. You tried blinking them out but it was too late. Bobby was your solid ground to you, back in the day. He took notice you standing in the doorway.

“Hey kid, how ya been?” He push away from the table that held a huge map on it and made his way to you. I guess this is why they call it the War Room. You gratefully egress into his hug as it felt great to see him again, “I know, I know, It's been a bit. I guess you didn't know?” His rough voice was filled with question and guilt.

“You can say that again. But no, Dean didn't mention anything like this in our rare check ups.” You gush out with a laugh, you were just happy to see him back. But the reunion was cut short by a certain voice.

“Y/N, I”m glad you came.” Dean's deep voice sent chills down your spine. His voice was different now that you were here. You couldn't pin point his feelings but then again you never could with the older Winchester.

“Of course I did.” You were met with two more pairs of eyes. Your heart jump into your throat making it hard to speak. There she stood. What were you suppose to do? You couldn't freak out. You and Dean hadn't seen each other in years. The short texts and phone calls were what you got from him. So it makes sense that he went back to her. You let the frustration out only in your head and greeted them with a polite smile.

In front of Dean stood Lisa and Ben. You force yourself to swallow a huge gulp that form in your throat to go down. The heartache drove the nail deeper into your already wounded heart.

“Hello, I'm Y/N/N.” you recover quickly.

Lisa was quick to introduce Ben and Herself. It was hard to take in. You knew about Lisa and her son after the fall of Sam took place. You left well alone because Sam wanted Dean to be happy with a normal life. A life that you could not offer since you were in the same business.

“Can I have a word with you?” Dean gravelly voice rose from behind you. You spun around to face him only to almost collide into his board chest. His intense eyes was staring you down. You only nodded your head and follow him out of the war room. Soon you found yourself alone in the kitchen. Your mouth drop open at how big and updated it was. Once you were done scanning the room, you force your eyes back to him.

“What?” You ask as your eyes widen to the look he was giving you. The serious face he was giving out in the war room had faded into relax loving gaze. Dean stood by a metal table that was in between the two of you.

“It's good to lay eyes on you again.” His comment caught you off guard. Your head snap toward the door way and then back to him. Letting his words rotate in your brain. The sudden switch in his demoner was a great distraction. The last hunt you guys were on went bad. That's when things went south for the two you.

“It's good to see you again, too.” You finally admit as your eyes met his. Dean's pouty lips rise into a astonishing smile. A smile you hadn't seen in forever. Bitter words and snide remarks was the last thing you two said to each others. The smile made your heart beat. You two never hook up or anything like that but this boy was trouble and you knew it. But your brain wouldn't let you have this joyful moment with him. It was already thinking about the case with Lisa and Ben in the background.

“So what's going on? Do you need me to hunt down a lead?” You broke out of the staring contest you were having with him.

“No, nothing like that. I need you to do something very important for me. I'm only asking you because I know I can trust you to get the job done.” His bright green eyes darken as he spoke. Goosebumps ran up and down your arms after hearing that he trusted You even after all this time.

“You got it D, what do you need me to do?” You started to walk around the table to get closer to him but something in your gut made you stop. So you only made it to the head of the table. You reach out and patted Dean's hand before retrieving back.

“I need you to stay here and watch over them.” His eyes were now were scary dark. His request again had you floor with another distraction.

“You want me to babysit?” The words finally form in your mouth even though you knew you could spit out a better way of saying it.

“Yes, They're very important people in my life that I need you to guard them while Bobby, Sam, and I are gone.” And that is where you were shot down from your cloud nine. Guess you didn't make the cut of his small friends and family circle. So much for the old love feelings, You thought as you put yourself in hunter mode.

“Yea, you got it.” You respond but even you notice the sudden tone in your voice.

So did Dean as he close the space between you. He reach out grabbing gently onto your shoulder. You look up at him while putting on your best fake smile.

“What's wrong?” His voice now in a whisper. The tone so seductive that you already felt yourself slipping through the cracks of your own wall.

“I just normally don't do Babysitting but if that's what you guys need then I'm here to get the job done. What are you hunting?”

“Some kind of new shifter over in New Orleans.” His eyes shift in moods again but You were already breaking free from his stare as you continue to poke information out of him.

“When do you leave?” You suddenly found the table quite interesting with your eyes.

“We are leaving around eleven tonight.” You nodded.

“Look, Y/N...” Dean started but was cut off by Ben and the blonde teen entering the kitchen.

“Can you show me the man room?” Ben ask right away.

“Uh in a minute, Ben. I have to catch up with Y/N before heading out.” Dean scratch the back of his head. You turn your head to Dean.

“Nah, the mission is pretty self-explanatory.” You tried to excuse your self back to the war room but Dean wasn't having it.

“No, there is more I need to tell you.” Dean reach out for you and pull you into the war room, “Jack you need to be in here too.” He gruff out behind him as kept a tight grip on you.

The 'more talk' ended up being a half an hour long. There was so much that spun your head as Sam talk about meeting Jack first and his back ground.you where floor by who Jack's father was. That was when he brought his attention to the blonde woman sitting on Dean's right. Lisa was on his left but lets not get your jealousy boiling. Turns out that she was their dead mother Mary. Jack had help recuse her and Bobby.

“Just when you think your guys life can get any stranger then in a snap of finger, your in another drama soap opera.” You gush out laughing. You place a hand on your chest. The news was certainly overwhelming so you excuse yourself for another beer.

You found peace in being alone in the kitchen. So much emotions were trying to take over that You just needed a breather, or so that's what your head was telling you. You found a beer in the fridge and snap it open. You let your eyes wonder over everything in the kitchen. You survey where everything was, you should get a quick tour from one of the guys before they leave. You told yourself you need a perimeter check. If they are hunting a shifter, they could be anywhere or anyone so this would be the first place they would hit. Unless they were hunting a greenie that was a bit to messy.

“A penny for your thought.” A low grumbling voice broke you out of your thoughts. You were not disturb by the presence lurking be hide you.

“About time you spoke up, I was wondering how long you were going to stand in the door way.” Bobby chuckle at your comment.

“Never could sneak up on you. Even when your in your damn head.” You turn to face him.

“Well I got peeps that have been helping more with my training now.”

“Oh, that so. Anybody special I should know about.” Your nose scrunch of falling in love with another guys so soon. You look to see the playfulness in his eyes.

“No, their a different type of team but they are doing well keeping the monster at bay. I'm proud to be part of their family.” You brush it off. It was a lot of truth in your words but there was still secrets to be held.

“Oh.”

“So wow, that was a bomb dropped.” You blew out knowing that Bobby would get what you were saying.

“It's been an interesting time without you.” Oh that was a low blow even for him.

You huffed out a grunt.

“Yea well it wasn't working out and I thought a little time would ease things over but I guess that I spent more time away then I thought.” You confess freely.

“Time is a fickle thing.” He retorted while going for another beer.

“When did you grow wiser?” You poke fun at him. This earn you a earn small smile that only Bobby's close ones can witness.

“Didn't you hear? I pulled a Sam and Dean.” We share a laugh as he was referring to Dean and Sam's death.

“Well pass that shit they gave you cause I’m really sick of losing our people.”

Time spun faster then you thought as it was quickly approaching Eleven. Dean broke down and took Ben and Lisa to his man cave. Sam had giving you and Mary a full tour of the bunker so that you could have more eyes on the place. By the time you guys reach the garage, Sam couldn't take your giggling anymore.

“Ok what gives, Y/N/N.” He wasn't anger as you can see the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Are you schooling your mother on how to be safe. Between the two of us I say we have this cover. Everything will be fine.” Sam shook his head.

“I'm not schooling, I'm just making sure that you two know what to do if something happens when we are gone.” You widen your eyes as you shared a look with Sam that scream those weren't the right words to use.

“Mary, you should ground him for doubting us.” Mary smile a weary smile. Sam had told You she was still having a hard time adjusting to being back around them. You could see the look she would give them often. It read that she couldn't believe these were her babies. She had lost so much time with them that You bet she couldn't name some of their favorite things.

“Yes, I think I should.” Jumping into the joke. This earn a laugh from you.

“What's going on in here?” Dean's voice cut your laughter short. You weren't expecting him to catch up with you guys on the tour. Your not gonna lie you thought he was to hang out with Ben and Lisa. She seem glue to his side since you got here.

“He's grounded!”

“They're ganging up on me!” You and Sam spoke at the same time. Man did it feel good to laugh like that.

Eleven was here now and the boys, including Bobby, were heading out the door. It was just you standing in the doorway. The boys had said their good-byes in the man cave where all the other's were. Mary gave them a look that you could only mirror. She didn't like being left behind and neither did you, as a matter of fact.

Sam gave you a big hug while wishing you guys to be safe. Bobby gave you a quick pat on the back as he strode by.

“Keep these Idjits safe for me?” You toss your head towards the boys. This got you frowns from them. As Bobby and Sam climb into the car, Dean was hesitated to join them. You raise a questioning eyebrow to him. “What?” You barely got out as Dean was suddenly in front of you.

Dean tower over you as you couldn't read the emotion behind his eyes. And for a split second you thought he was going to kiss you. You felt your lips pucker up when you saw his do the same. But another crash was waiting for you around the bend as he pressed his warm lips on your forehead.

“Keep 'em safe.” He mumble with no emotion in his voice.

“Yes, They will be. Remember you called me? I won't let anything happen to them.” You half joke at him to cover up the feelings that you were having a hard time controlling.

“Yes, yes I did.” The doom and gloom look in his eyes transform into another loving look.

“Now get out of here, so you can get back to them sooner.” Ben and Lisa and Mary. And You are true to your word. They were innocent people that need protecting. Why was your brain tormenting you right now. Something in Dean's eyes flicker at your words. But he brush it off. Dean nodded and took of to his car. You were quick to get back inside to lock up.

After triple checking the bunker for safety and exploration, you stumble upon Dean's man cave. The Tv was blaring a little to loud for your liking but the kids are stuck here and you knew the bunker was soundproof so let them have their fun. You poke your head in the room. The boys had some kind of horror movie on, probably one of Dean's fave, Mary and Lisa  found a corner opposite of the doorway to talking softly with themselves. All good here, you thought as you slip out of the doorway.

“Wait Y/N, come sit with us for a bit.” It was Lisa who called out to you. You bit your tonage as you slowly turn around to greet the women. Mary offer you a spot next to your. You sat down gingerly.What were you suppose to talk about with the crush of your life's mother and girlfriend?

“So you are in the business as well?” Lisa's eyes lit up as she ask the question. You shift a little uncomfortable about where this was going to lead.

“Yea, I have a family like this back in California that I check in with often. I like to travel a lot.” The last part wasn't a total lie. Keeping yourself on the road kept your mind from wondering back to a cheeky Winchester.

“Oh what are they like?”

“Uh well there at not the typical hunting group but their team work has save a lot of people and has help close Hell Mouths in their area.”

“So you been hunting long?” Mary took a sip of beer as her eyes wonder over to the boys and then the door. Always keeping an eye out, that was a life motto. Nowhere was completely safe.

“Yea grew up in a community of them. Crazy hunters that believing that they can both hunt and have a family.”

“Oh how is that working?” Lisa's eye burn into your as you answer Mary's question.

“Well we have lost the same amount of our people as of yours. So about the same.” Your eyes darted to the door to escape the pain look in Lisa's eyes.  Mary nodded as your response.

“How did you met the guys?” Lisa swallow a mouthful of beer as distraction from your look.

“Oh ran into each other on a hunt, decided to share it and then hung out at a shady looking bar before we exchange numbers. Then we went our separate ways.” You left out the blow out with Dean a few years ago. You also left out the fact that you and Dean were pretty close with each other. No need to start that drama, You thought as got up and stretch your arms. Your belly was getting hungry and you require to check the bunker again.

“Really?” Befuddle set in both Mary and Lisa's eyes.

“So when did you and Dean date in your time frame with him?” Jack's question made you almost snap your neck looking at him. Your mouth hit the floor. What did he say? Your brain quickly replay the question for you over and over.

“Dean and I never been together like that. We've just good friends.” I put my hands up in defenses. Your heart was hammer worst then a jack hammer.

“How odd Sam says...” Jack continue but Mary cut him off with a look.

“Really?” Lisa was astound by Your answer. You try scanning her eyes for jealous or hatred but she was just as confuse. Before anymore questions could be thrown your way, you excuse yourself for the checking round and to make dinner. Mary and Lisa protest but you wave it off.

Sam said what? You chugged a half of beer before putting back in the fridge. What was that? It felt like they were interrogating you but in a school girl way. You brush it off as you made your rounds quickly and then head into the kitchen to make burgers.

“Seriously Y/N? Your just going to walk out?” You stop for a moment but refuse to turn around. Your bag hanging off your shoulder. Now he chose to lighten up on the anger? You shook your head as you vow not to speak anymore tonight to him. But Dean, being Dean, wasn't having it.

You took a deep breath in and focus on the light beer buzz. You put your hand on the handle and that’s when a guilty feeling hit you. “Don't wait up for me. I'll be back late.”Breaking your vow of silence to hopeful give him a peace of mind of your return. You were frustration with him but you still kept your head.

“Where are you going?” Dean growled out like an anger parent.

“Back to Tobias.” The lie roll off your tongue. But if he knew You just wanted to be alone then he would tag along. Dean was a confrontational man when he was poke, But You? On the other hand, needed breathing room to rein in your emotions. And boy did you have a lot.

“We just left the bar?” Confusion was not taking over his tone.

“No, you got angry and dragged me home. Like this!” You hiss while snatching his wrist, in which you gave a strong tug. The action caught Dean off guard, he had to take a step to regain his balance. That's what it was like for you only the tugging didn't stop until you got to the motel.

“Well you shouldn't be doing that kind of stuff with an injury like that!” You knew You were painting Dean into a corner and that was a bad idea. But not one time did he even think about how you felt about the how situation.

And in truths, the relationship between the two of you went from love fun friends to him giving you the silent treatment all the time. So this fight you were both picking with each other had been building up the last couple months. You glance down at the area he was pointed. Without thinking about it You pull up on your shirt up to your bra line.

“What about it?” You look down to see only a light busing. You hum to yourself as you thought it would at least bruise more.  

“Uh...” The hesitate in Dean's voice made your eyes snap up at him. His cheeks were dusted in red and he was looking away. Your cheeks flush as you realize what you had done. You drop your shirt while look away. You were still waiting for an explanation.

“It looks fine to me.” You piped up when he wasn't going to give you one.

“I don't want you to leave.” He blurt out.

“Oh...” The tone in Deans voice melted all your anger away.

Dean took a step forward but then stop. It seem that he had more on his mind for you to hear.

“What you did tonight.”Your eyes met his. You were shock to see that the anger wasn't back but pure terror was in its place. That was all you require to close the space between you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you buried your head in his shoulder. This was it, Your heart swell with the thought that Dean was going to open up to you about his feelings.

But you were shot down as he grabbed your waist after a moment pushing you away.

“You can't do that again. You can't put your life at risk like that Not for me, Not for Sam. Do you got it?” You smile softly as it was another miscalculating with you two. You brush your hand across his cheek.

“Dean, I didn't put myself in danger. I was were I was when I needed to be. I always be where you need me.” Your voice drop to a whisper as you could feel Dean's hands snake around your waist again pulling you closer.

Your lips dance with each other before you two pulled for air. You were finally kissing Dean. You look up to see the green dancing with excitement.

“Whatever you call it. Just don't do it again.” He purred into your neck. You wish that you could let his words go but you couldn't. What did he mean by that? You pulled back and look at him.

“I can't Sweetheart. I stuck to the plan and I will always stick to the plans.”

Dean's face fell as the scenario play out again.

“That wasn't the plan. The plan was for me to...”

“That was the first plan, Sam and I can up with this one.” Dean plan failed when he was caught by three demons. You sigh as the peaceful movement had vanish already.

“You put yourself in danger and you guys call that a plan!” Dean bark out making you cringe from his loudness.

“It got the job done. What did you want us to do? Let you get killed?” You pinch the bridge of your nose as you sat down in a chair close to the door.

“Yes, I want both of you to get out of there.” Dean stood in front of you with his hands on his hips as he stare down to you.

“News flash, Who do you think will have to take care of them if you did die?” You raise your hands to gesture yourself.  Your words smacked the words right out of Dean. Did he seriously think that you were going to give up hunting if something happen to one of them? A few moment in the quiet brought Dean back to the room.

He move over to you and pulled you into your feet. He tower over you if he stood straight up but this time he crumble down into you as you you wrapped your arms back around him. The two you of stay that way for awhile.

“Whenever you need me. I will be there.” You whisper to him. Even when he didn't want you there.

“I need to tell you something...” He breath into your ears just as a knock came to the door.

You broke apart to answer the door. It was probably Sam trying to get back in. But to be on the safe side you put your foot on the other side the door to prevent someone form busting through.

“Hiya, Sugar, are you the surprise Dean was whispering in my ears about.” You didn't respond to her question as you shut the door slightly. You scan the floor for your bag.

“Who is it?” Dean call to you as tears where already blurring your vision. You found the forgotten bag and made it back to the door before he caught up with what was going on.

“What is it now? Y/N.” He growling with anger when he saw your tears. This made you stop at the door. You open it all the way waving the barfly in.

“No Honey. He is all yours.” You said to them both as you bolted out the door.

“Y/N?! Come back here!” Dean tried to catch up but he didn't want to leave the motel room empty.

“Y/N!?” He call again you spun on your heels a few feet away from the main road.

“Don't wait up for me!. I'm going to meet up with Tobias.” You spat out.

You disappear into the night back tracking to the bar. You didn't meet up with Tobias. You don't even know why you even told him that. Who were you kidding? You did it out the hatred of the barfly that show up ready to party with a guy you thought was falling in love with you. You did stay out late. So late that you never did return to the motel that night.

It was evening time on the forth night when you got a phone call from Sam. When his name lit up on your phone you assume that it was a check up call or better they were finishing up and heading home. But the conversation that you held with him was triggering your hunting instincts.

“How's it going?”

“It's still going. Everyone still at the bunker?” Sam's voice was a bit off. And his question over the phone was concerning.

“We are right were you guys left us.” I poke fun at him. He grunted with that answer. Sam hardly ever did that.

“Good, that's good. Uh Dean is heading out there now. Can you have him call me when he gets in?”

“Un sure, Why is Deano heading back so soon? Did you bag the demons?”

“Uh yea, Bobby and I are just finishing up here.”

“Sweet. Umm when did Dean leave so I can get a ETA. You know so I can let him in.” You tried playing casual as you could.

“Oh he'll be there in a couple hours.” Sam said. And you could almost hear the smirking in his voice. Why would he be smile at this.

“Ok well I will let you go and I will have Dean text ya when he gets hear.”

The conversation with Sam ran cold chills down your spine. You hope the guys were ok. You set out to collect Mary and Lisa to tell them the news.  The day had spill into a beautiful blue twilight when you heard the pounding of Dean's fist on the door. It echo out down the halls disturbing the peacefulness that it had fallen into. You sat the book that you were reading down to answer it.

“Who's there?” You tease through the metal. Dean's growling voice answered back. Dean didn't waste anytime stomping through the door way. You quickly shut and lock the door.

“Hey what the Muck, Winchester?” You growled at him as you grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back to the front door. His green eyes held a void in them as they stare down at you. You took a silver blade out of your pocket.

“It's me! Alright?” He pull his arm away from my grip.

“Are you kidding me!? These are your rules!” You snap back. Boy was he being an asshole.

Your snide remark must of kick start his brain as he began nodding his head. He lifted up his long sleeve shirt. Strange bruises were up and down his arm. You took the blade and flatten to his skin. Dean made no reaction. Just like you thought.

“Wow you had a trip. Are you okay.” You mention done to his wounds.

“Yes, yes. I'm a little antsy right now. The stupid Demon got away.” You kept your face with a concern look as you thought back on Sam's words. The demons was already dead.

“Oh shit. Okay what next? You need me to pack up and head out to Sammy?” You cross your arms over your chest to show that you were worried.

“Yes, I think that's a good idea. Where is Lisa and Ben by the way?”

Your face drop a little as you tried to remember as if the question blind sight you.

“I think they are watching a comedy in the man's cave. You did give them access to it while they were here.” Dean's eyes narrow down as he scan your eyes for any lies. He nodded.

“Well I don't need to tell you where it is. I'm going to go pack and head out.” And with that you casual walk down the hall to your room with an extra shake to your hips.

You listen as Dean stomp his boots down to the cave. Once he was inside the room with the lights on you slipped in the room with him. He didn't seem to notice you had been stalking him as he was angry mutter something on under his breathe.

“Oh that's right! They all went for a movie. I was so caught up in the peace that I forgot they left.” Your voice startle him as he spun around to greet you.

He shove his hands in his front pocket to contain the anger that he was feeling.

“Which one?”

“I dunno.” you retorted.

“When will they be back?”

“I dunno.” You blew out your respond on that one.

“How could you let them leave?” His voice filling up with more rage.

“Sam call and gave me the okay.” You retorted back.

“You shouldn't have let them leave.” The lowness of the voice was what you had been waiting on.

“Geez Dean, I'm not their mother. They said they were going so I let them.”

Dean lash out at You grabbing you by the arms and shoving you to the wall. Your shoulder hit the wall but You quickly regain your guard. He had no idea he was falling for your trap. Now he was in between you and the door.

“What the hell!?” You cry out in the same rage.

“You shouldn't have done that.” He growled again but this time his voice was more like a animal then Dean.

“What are you going to do? Kill me and wear my skin?” You back fire with a devilish grin. This made the shifter face falter.

“Doesn't matter your the first to go. Then I will hunt down the others.”

The shifter didn't waste anytime lunging for you again. The both of you wrestle around for a few before he had you by the arms and pinned up against the wall. In that short of time the shifter had manage to slice you with silver blade that he kept a hold of. The gash wasn't deep but the blood pouring out didn't show it. Boy, was this a strong whipper snapper, you thought as you struggle to get loose. Dean's green eyes faded into black with a fire-orange outline. The real Dean wasn't kidding when he said it was a new kind of shifter.  He lean his mouth closer Your neck as I could see that he was planning to bite out your throat.

“Hey Asshole!” A new voice rang out in the room. The shifter turn to see that Mary was in her fighting stance with a gun. “Leave her be!” This made the shifter chuckle.

“And if I don't?” He asked not take his off you.

A loud bang rang out in the small concrete room. Mary had shot a silver bullet into his shoulder. The shifter lose his grip on you. He chortle at the move she made.  He turn to face her. Mary's face was still stone poker straight.

“That's not going to work on me.” He spit out at her.

“We know, but this will.” You broke your arm free and dropped the syringe into your palm. The syringe had been hiding up your sleeve since you got the call from Sam. Before either one could react you slam the needle into his neck and push down hard and fast. 100 cc of pure liquid silver mix with salt.

Black veins began to spread on his skin. The dosage that you gave him sent him on the ground in convulsions. You and Mary watch as smoke began to rise from the dead corpse leaving behind one hellish smell. Once you were sure that the shifter was dead. You pull out your phone and took pictures of it. You then proceeded to retrieve another syringe. This time it was empty. You bend down and took as much slimy blood as you could.

This earn you a look from Mary.

“I got a couple peeps that loves to look at this stuff under the scope. She breaks it all the way down to the DNA strain.” Mary nodded.

“Your California family? Anyone special?” The question took you off guard. What was she fishing for now?

“Just a very, very, old brother and his hunting crew. Been with them since I was 18.” She look impressed. Once that vial was safely put away, You had Mary return to Lisa and Ben.

“Can I offer you any assistance?” Jack broke you from your thoughts. You had been staring at the corpse while running scenarios in your head. You smile at the politeness that beam off him.

“Oh Jacky, until you get your grace back you are a target as well,” You started as You saw that his smile dropped a bit. “But if you go secure the others in a new spot without my knowledge then you can be my look out?”

The brightness in his smile bounce out of the room just as he did. He really was a good kid. You look down to your blood soak shirt. You will have to tend to that later. Who else know how many more shifters were lurking out there. It seem the monster have been hunting together. Which means they have been studying us and how we hunt them.  

Jack was back in a flash arm with a gun. You raise an eyebrow to him.

“Don't worry, I have been train and this is my own gun.” His words were strong and focus but that did stop you from being a little wary about it.

“Ok, Lets do this before it gets too dark.”

It took surprisingly an hour to been done with the burning. Jack made due on his word. He never spoke but kind hidden in the shadows. He must have pick that up from Dean. Once that was said and done and the both of you were back inside. You sent Jack back to the others, but he pause once he hit the doorway.

“But then you won't know where we are to protect us?” He question as his face scrunch feriecerly.

“Yes, because we can't be to certain that there are others out there that are ready to pounce next. Mary knows what to do next.” You usher him along as it was pushing nearly three in the morning.  A smile wash the frustration out on his face.

“I like you, Y/N. I hope we can take some time out and talk.” Jack beam at you.

“I like you too Jack but you need to hide.”

It was so quiet in the bunker that you could hear a ticking clock in your mind as the minutes past. You had clasped into a chair that was facing the bunker main door. You had made another sweep around that main parts of the bunker for the fifteen time as you were still buzzing from the adrenaline. You wonder back on the boys as you hope everything was okay. If a shifter show up here, did it mean they were in trouble or was this a plot to get to Dean's love ones without him here? Your mind was coming up with new scenes by the ticking seconds.

Pounding erupted on the thick metal door causing you to jump up pulling your gun in front of you. You made your way to the door but not dropping your gun.

“Who is it?” You call roaring.

“It's us, can you let us in?” Sam voice answer back. You did as he ask but once the door was open the four men were greet with your gun. What four guys? Cas had join them now.

“It's okay Y/N, It's us the case is close and the three bastards are dead.” Dean beam brightly as he nodded down to his arm. You had fail to see that all three guys had their silver blade against their skin. Their arms were dirty but no weird bruise. So then you move your gun to Cass.

“Well you know how to prove it you already.” You lower your gun as he vanish into thin air.

You lower your gun and follow the boys into the war room where it was brighter. Just the shining victory in their eyes told you they were really them. Dean had disappear into the kitchen for beer as Bobby pull your guard chair back with an eyebrow to Sam.

“What happen?” He question but before you could explain Sam interrupt you again. “ Y/N your cover in blood what happen?”

In two seconds Sam and Bobby were standing by you waiting for you to show the wound.

“I'm fine. But we had a guest appearance by a fourth shifter.” You laugh out to show that you were not seriously injury.

“What? There was a fourth one?” Bobby gruff out as he called out to Dean.

Your face flared up as Bobby holler his name. Sam usher you to a chair and pull up your shirt. He was in the process of cleaning the cake blood from your skin when Dean reappeared.

“Y/N? Your hurt?” Worry wash over his once happy face. You felt horrible for robbing him of his rare happy moments.

“I”m fine. He's dead and burned and I even got a blood sample to see if we can make it easier to kill them.” Your words rush over deaf ears as Dean shut his mouth and look at you.

“Ben and Lisa?” He blurred out.

A flash of pain took over your face at his words.

“Sorry, how long have you been injured?” Sam took the wince as if he did it.

“Your fine Sammy,” You told him quietly. You look back up at Dean.

“I don't know.” You said coolly as your eyes stare back into his. Another wave of shock turn anger took over his bright eyes like a storm clouds on the beach.

“What the hell do you mean you don't know!?” He bark out, just like the night of your departure.

“Dean.” Sam snapped at his brother. Dean put the five beers down on the map table and shove his hand in his pockets. He stare you down for an explanation. You almost felt like a five year old getting in trouble but then you remember that you were a full grown woman that kicks monsters asses for a living.

“As in, I don't know. But I think they are still the bunker.” Jack knew to stay put in the safety of the bunker walls.

“You think they are in the bunker? What the hell were you thinking? I called you because I thought you could get the job done. Now you don't know where they are?” Bobby stood up by now and push Dean back. Dean grew quite for the next ten minutes as Sam finish fixing you up. You quickly got up making your way to the room.

“We're not done here Y/N. I thought I could trust you with this. But I was wrong, you still have a lot to learn about protecting people. The first rule is to not let them out of your sight!” He bark at you again. You pause in the middle of the room to challenge him back but you didn't have too. You turn to see that the plan you made with Mary had a successful ending.

“That's enough Dean. She is a hero.” Mary's harsh tone caught the guys attention. Every single person that Dean put you in charge of stood beside Cass in perfect health.

“I did what I was hired to do.” You spat at him with much venom in your voice. You left him open mouth as you return to your room to pack up your stuff.

A half an hour later, you were still laying on your back on your make shift bed. You hadn't pack anything as it just felt good to lay down. Now that everything was back to normal the pain in your side was throbbing. A tug of war was going on in your head. Do you pack up and leave? Or should you at least stay the night and gain the rest you truly deserved?  Oh who were you kidding? Did you want another chance encounter with Dean or not? No, you didn't but your body was on the opposite team. Traitor, You thought to yourself as a light knocking broke your thought.

You didn't realize you had grunt from pain as you sat up on the bed until the door flew open. Sam and Jack appear with concern looks on their face. You gave them your best deer in head light look.

“Are you sure that was the only injury that you got?” Sam face wrinkle. But You could read that he was trying to find an excuse to keep your here. It wasn't fair to him how you took off last time. And though you apology over texts and phone calls it was still hard on him.

“We brought you some pain pills for your wound.” Jack hand you a pill bottle and a can of Y/F can of soda pop. Now you were sure that they were keeping you here seeing how you couldn't drive under these strong meds.

“How did you know this was my favorite?” There hadn't been any soda pop in the house before they left.

Jack bit back a grin as he pass a look to Sam.

“Oh great, you two taught Jack to silent talk now?” Boy it was great to see the boys pulling Jack under wing. You shook your head. Should you take the pills?

“We're not taking no, Y/N” Sam lecture in his towering firm body.  And without thinking you shook the bottle and down three white pills as you swallow the sugary goodness that You let yourself enjoy once in awhile.

“Good, I have so much to talk to you about this case.” Jack beam as Sam pull him back to the door.

“Attack her with your questions at breakfast, Jack.” Sam told the younger male. Sam wish you good night with a sparkle in his eyes that he knew you weren't planning on taking off this time.

The medicine claimed you moments after getting your body under a sheet at least. The beautiful escape in dreaming was one of the few bless you allow yourself. There you could do anything from sunbathing on the beach to going on a major shopping trip with unlimited money. This of course if one knew to conquer one's nightmares. In which you have about 90 percent achieve.

Certain family events and cases still hit you in your nightmares from time to time. But you have confidence that you will one day get over that as well.

Your dream tonight was that you were under a pink umbrella on a poolside of an high-ticket hotel watching a lot of different hot guys roam around talking to the other ladys.

It was nice having everyone ignoring you for a change. As crazy as that sounds but you knew the underline meaning of the dream and you relish in it. Your dream was giving you a peaceful time with no hunting, or chasing down a lead that someone had asked or saving a life. The last part sounded selfish but if no one was getting hunted then no one needed saving.

It was still dark when you woke from the medicine slumber. You stretch easy of the side wound that was down to a dulling pain. At least the burning sting was gone, Your mumble to yourself. After a few minutes of  zoning out to fully wake up, you decided to pack up the weapons seeing how you will make the boys take over if need be. If push comes to shove you will have Sam come to your defense.

The bunker was quiet and barely lit. It was easy on your eyes as your quietly padded into the war room. You swiftly cross the room with your shoes on and jacket and bag in your hand. As your hand touch the doorknob a grunt rose up from behind you. You turn to see two silhouettes sitting in the dark. Your free hand snake around your throat as the medicine had been was still messing with your awareness.

“I told you she would bail before morning.” Dean hoarse voice kill the calmness in the room.

“Is it true? Y/N, are you leaving already?” Jack's broken voice broke the anger in your throat. You  calmly regain yourself as you made your way in front of them.

“Well Jackie, It's true because Dean knows everything about me,” You were looking at Jack but then move to Dean for the next part. You eyes morph into cold, icy ones. You swore that even in the dark that Dean gulp at the look you were giving him. “But wait he doesn't. I'm going to the car to put my weapons away. I'll be back in.” You finish your speech with Jack and a warm smile telling him you weren't going anywhere.

“She lied once, she will do it again.” Dean poke again.

This time without any words you step up to where Dean was sitting. You raise the bag in your hand high in the air then dropped it on one of Dean's legs. He didn't take long for him to cry out in pain as the different kind of metals hit him.

“Damn it Y/N. That hurt.” Dean growled as he rubbed his wounded foot. You didn't feel an ounce of guilt for dropping it on his foot. Even though he was only wearing socks.

“Oooppps I guess I hate it when I lie.” You snapped as you grab it back and headed out the door with a soft click. No point in waking the others because Dean was being Dean.

As anticipate the morning air was chilly as you snuggle on your jacket. You were park away from the bunker hidden between the full green trees. You didn't want to announces to anything that you were there guarding the others. The morning sun had broke into the sky as the light blue sky was riddle with reds and oranges. You took the time to look up and appreciate the view in front of you. It brought you back to the world of what was right and wrong.

You slipped into the bunker this time closing the door with an even softer click before. You turn to see that Jack and  Dean abandon their spot. What surprise you the most was that Sam was now in Dean's spot. He gave you a sheepish look as you took Jack's spot.

“I'm sorry, did we wake you?” Knowing that Dean crying out loud was all on you. You saw the whirlpool in his eyes before he could make up an answer.

“I agree to stay Sam. I wouldn't disappear on you like that...” But you were cut off.

“Oh like you did that night.” You were wrong Dean hadn't withdrawal to his room.

“Man, I'm not the only one who lies so don't you dare put this all on me. Your loves ones are safe just like I swore to you. So just back the Muck off me!” you just off the chair.

Dean was now in front of you cutting you off from the room you were staying. His arms cross over as he pump out his chest at you.

“What are you talking about?” He dare play dumb with you.

“I guess your Honey wasn't too disappoint that I didn't stick around.” He scoff at your words.

“Oh Y/N that's not what that look like.” You flare up now. How was it suppose to look?  You move to get pass him but he continue to block your way. Sam scold him but Dean wasn't listening. His eyes were train on You. You could feel the burning as you avoid his eyes.

“That's a laugh.” You huff out.

“Hey, I'm not the one that walk out on their team now Am I?”

“Your still right on that one, because your the one that pushes everyone until they had their breaking point. Your way or the highway, Right Deano?” You snapped back in a rage of your own.

Without thinking you muster up all your strength and shove Dean in the chest. So much anger and over the past year you upped your weight traning. Dean went sailing back. His butt hit the floor before his back as he was gliding back on the wax floor. He quickly recover from his attack.

“What the hell? I kept your family safe and this is the thanks I get? What did I do wrong?” You demand him to answer you. Dean drop into silence like everyone else had. Which to your surprise had gather in the library. Well there goes waking everyone up, You thought bitingly to yourself.

With everyone's eyes on you were quick to start backing up.

“You didn't do anything wrong except...” Dean anger was cut off by the violent shove you gave him. His voice shaky as if now he really gets why your so angry.

“I can't do this again.” You cut Dean off from answering your questions. You saw the sorrow in his eyes as he stood frozen in his spot. You spun on your feet and bolt back out the door. You could hear Bobby, Mary, and Sam call out for you as Lisa call out to Dean.

You made it to your F/S car without any interruption. You would pull over to a rest stop and cry out the rest of your frustrations. You just need to get away from him again. It was bad enough that you weren't good enough as a lover but now? Now, you weren't good enough protect his family?

What a low blow. You slammed down on all the locks and barricade yourself in the familiarity of your vehicle. The scents of lavender and peaches fill the car still from an old scented air clipper. With one more finally breathe you turn the key. But the engine didn't turn over. What in hell? You moan as you were force to leave your sanctuary. You popped the hood amd began analysing the engine. That's when you notice a spark plug missing.

Winchester, You all but growled when you heard the foot steps quietly up behind you.

With your quick reaction time, you were able to whip out your side arm while using you open door as a cover.

“Whoa, Whoa, it's me Sweetheart! Please don't shoot me.” Dean's hands were out  in the air and he was slightly bent to the ground.

“Give me the plug and I won't.” You didn't lower the gun. Dean face twist with confusion as he lean to take a look under the hood.

“I didn't take it. Damn I wish I was the one to thought of it, if it meant keeping you here.” He smile at his own joke. You place your weapon back in it's hidden spot. You slam the hood down and the driver door shut. Dean straighten up as he watch you move to the trunk.

That's were you retrieve your weapon bag. You could pick up more clothes and assorts later in another town. You slung the bag over your shoulders as you shot a look over to Dean. You then turn on your heels making your way down the long dirt driveway.

“Please, Y/N!” Dean's voice was broken from where he stood. You didn't stop, you shook your head trying to get the doubts of leaving from your head.

“Please, you're right I was trying to push you away. That night you almost died. I watch a demon launch at you and there was nothing I could do because I was tied up. Then later at the bar. You and Tobias, You acted as if you were unfazed by the hunt. I had so much emotion that I couldn't deal with what was burning through my veins.” He call out as you continue on, his voice getting quieter with each step.

But the name Tobias made you stop dead in your tracks. Who the Muck was Tobias? Oh that was the biker you were flirting with at the bar. You spun around to expect him to still be by your car. But he was only a few feet away from you. He must have been whispering to you all this time.

Dean's eyes was rimmed with redness. His hands were shove into the front of his jean pockets. The sun was hitting his face making his green eyes lit up like rare gemstones.

“I didn't go home with him. In fact I never went back to the bar.” Why were you telling him this?

“Honey was a barfly that wouldn't take no for an answer. She saw me scooping you out and decide to intervene. I still can't believe that she found our hotel. I didn't sleep with her either. I actually kick her out the second I got back to the motel.”

Both of you were standing in an awkward silence wondering why you both admit that to each other. A cloud cover the sun darken the look on Dean's face.

“I talk to Mom and Jack. Boy are they smitten by you. You did great back there taking care of them. I'm proud of you.” His words of gratitude surprise you.

“Last night was a different story.” The anger was gone from your voice but you kept the hurt.

Dean brave a small step towards you while he rub the back of his neck.  Once he notice that you weren't backing up he spoke.

“I freak out.” It was a simple answer to the question.

“Yea, no shit. I don't understand why though? Not a hair was harm on your love ones” You pointed out again. A darkness troubled Dean's eyes for a moment.

“I'm sorry your wrong about that one.”

“What does that mean?” You question as you look over everyone in your minds eye. He didn't say anything but pointed down to your gash. Blood has now ruin another one of your shirts.

“I must of rip some stitches when I shove you.” You rise your shirt for a better look. Yep, five busted threads on the corner had let the blood trickle down like a stream. You sigh out of frustration. You lower the shirt back over it as you place your free hand over it. Dean was by your side in a second. He place one of his large hands over yours. The heat was soothing to you.

“That's it, I just should give up wearing white and just stick to reds and blacks. I'm fine.” You choke out your anger but soften your tone when your eyes met Deans.

“Y/N. I was angry about you getting hurt. I thought that if I could trick you into thinking this was a job you would be clear of the danger. I didn't know there was a fourth. And when you said you didn't know where they were. I thought it was because you didn't care.” Tears were blurring your eyes. Dean stroke your cheek as a few tears shed, “Don't worry Mom and Lisa told me everything. I'm impress with the liquid silver.”

“You can't stop me from getting hurt.” You ignore the ping in your heart at Lisa's name. You lift the sleeve of your shirt of to reveal a softball size bruise.

“Did he give you that?!” Dean investigate the yellow now lesion.

“No, I did. Well accidentally as I was trying to exit a hotel bathroom but ended up colliding with the door frame. So you see even I hurt myself.”

“You should come in and let me take a look at that.” he mummer to you. He was so close that you could feel the wind from his words in your ears.  You look toward the bunker knowing that she was still there with her son.

“What about Lisa?” You whisper out. Dean smirk down at you.

“Lisa and I are't together anymore but it still makes them a target. Beside Lisa and I are better friends.” He smirk.

You shot an eyebrow at him. Friends with benefits? Right. But you kept in to yourself. You always want Dean to open up to you and he has. So you shouldn't push your luck. So you let him guide you back to the bunker. Everyone was thankfully in the kitchen as you two made your way to your room. Dean was quick to shut the door behind him. He collect your med kit that you kept in your green bag.

It only took ten minutes to patch you back up in which that time you were growing tired by all the emotional and painful things that had sprung out. You were shifting through your bag to find another shirt to ruin when Dean gave you one of his.

“Don't ruin anymore. Take mine.” You did what he ask without a comment. Which only made Dean face etch with concern. He watch as you took off your shirt, not really caring if he was in the room or not, and snuggled into one of his red flannels.

You stood up from the bed once you were done and headed for the door But you were block by Dean. He place his hands gently on your arms as he gain your attention.

'What is it?” He was giving you the same caring look as before.

Without warning Dean lean down and close the space between you two. He seize your lips with more force then before. You can taste the excitement and longing that he present to you.

“I love you, Y/N. I always have.” Dean whisper into your ear when you broke for a moment. The words sent shivers down your spine. You were at a loss for words as Dean chuckle at your expression.

“What cat got your tongue now?” He tease. He was now the Dean that you first met. You still couldn't find a word so you pull yourself up to met him face to face as you return the kiss he just share with you. You enter a blissfulness make out session with the one and only pain in the ass.

“I love you too, Dean.” You swore any moment you were going to wake up.

Once you freshen up, your were feeling better then before. Dean left you to meet everyone in the kitchen. You follow him shortly after that. Everyone was in high spirits except for Jack who was staring sadly at his cereal.

“Something the matter Jacky?” You question as you grabbed a banana from Sam side of the fridge. You found an empty spot next to the trouble teen. Whatever had him in knots made it a hard time to look you in the eyes.

The room grew quite even though there were a lot of smirking going on. Jack finally collect himself as Your eyes drift back over to his.

“I'm sorry, Y/N it was me who stole your spark plug.” he openly admitted boldly. You blink a few time taken back by his guilty eaten secret.

“Oh, Ok. How long have you work on cars, Jack?” You question the boy as your eyes drift over to Dean, a sly smile tug on his lips.

“Oh he start teaching me, last night. He said it would be good for an emergency.” Jack smile proudly at what he learn in just one night.

“Well no harm, no foal. But could I get the plug back please, Jack.”

“Yes. It's in Dean coat pocket.” He answer nonchalantly because poor, poor Jack had a lot to learn about the Winchester life style. The family burst out with laughter leaving a clueless Jack behind.

“Seriously?” You toss at Dean.

“I didn't lie. Jack took it but I was keeping it safe.” he cross the kitchen to scoop you into a hug. Dean place a kiss on your lips without any hesitation.

Your cheek grow warm as you didn't expect him to kiss you in front of anyone. The stares alone wanted to make you flee. Inside you punch him in the arm.

“Not in front of the children.” You manage to croak out.

“Wait, now I'm confuse. Sam are they together or not?” Jack spoke up as now it was his turn to speak.

“Well what I meant before....uhh....was...that Y/N and Dean....” But Sam was rescue by Dean.

“She's mine!”

Thanks for ready kittens and ten points for anyone of you that can name the California family that is actually another tv show! Stay tune for a SP Crossover with the mystery show!

Love ya kittens!

[badgalyadi]

random survery. / 474 + 560.

How’s your mood? Do you feel any different than you did earlier today? def better than it was earlier

What do you look for in a friend? Is it important that your friends have similar hobbies and interests to you? Or is it more important that you just enjoy their company? i think as long as i enjoy your company, we’re good.

Has anyone ever spread a malicious rumour about you? people have been doing this since middle school lmaooo

Are you comfortable with talking to the opposite sex, about sex? yeah, sex isn’t that deep of a topic lol.

What are your views on people who claim to have had spiritual or paranormal experiences? damn that’s crazy.

Have you ever had a friend that you were really close with, but you ended up drifting apart? Why do you think this happened? lol, life.

How much of an issue would you say peer pressure is for you? FAKE. no way ur gonna get me to do something i don’t wanna do, idc.

Would you be able to give up eating your favourite food(s), if your doctor said you had to? nope.

If you’re single, do you ever feel jealous of people who are in relationships? And if you’re in a relationship, do you ever feel jealous of people who are single? no.

What’s in your pencil case? pens, unsharpened pencils, mechanical pencils, erasers both big & small, a sharpener, a stapler, extra staples, and highlighters.

Is there anything in your room that you wouldn’t want your parents to find? maybe so.

Are you wearing anything fragranced atm? i’m wearing the fragrance i brought back from cuba. it was only $3 and it smells so good, deadass makes me it :(

Was your last illness something contagious? i had a cold, so i guess yeah.

When did you last update your Facebook profile photo? it’s been a year.

Have you ever felt confused about your sexuality? in middle school. terrible time to wanna figure that shit out but 💀

If you found out your friend was sleeping around, what would you say to him/her? nothing b/c i don’t care lmao do you.

How should someone of the opposite sex go about starting a conversation with you? it’s not that deep, just say hi.

Tell me about someone you dislike. Why do you dislike them? Do they know that you dislike them? obsessive and shady asf, can’t mind her business.

Have you ever felt so strongly for someone that you believed them to be totally irreplaceable, as if you could never be happy with anyone else? yeah, and i don’t think i’ll ever feel that way about somebody again b/c i learned u really can live without anybody whether u like it or not.

Out of all the horror films you’ve ever seen, which one scared you the most? uhhhhhh sinister or insidious idk

Who was the last person to tell you that they were disappointed in you? not airing out names. she didn’t directly say it, anyway.

If you’re an only child, do you ever wish you had some siblings? And if you have siblings, would you like any more? i always wish i had other siblings lmao i see people w theirs and be feeling sad as hell :(

Are you friends with the last person you texted? yeah.

Your last Facebook friend request - was it from someone of the opposite sex? no.

What does the eleventh text message in your inbox say? issa meme.

Has anyone ever called you easy? yeah LOL

Would you consider having a child with the last person you kissed? whommm... can’t be having a baby rn when i’m still the baby myself

Is there a cover version of any song that you like more than the original? soooo many.

Have you ever liked someone who was a player? yea lol

Do you own anything that has sequins on it? also yes.

Have you ever done anything to embarrass your parents? not on purpose but they def do shit that embarrasses me too so we’re even 

Do you own a teddy bear? yethhhh

What’s the worst relationship advice anyone has ever given you? all of it. nobody ever knows what they’re talking about LMAO.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how happy are you with yourself as a person? a 6.5 lmao.

Would you ever kiss someone with facial hair? yeah. Have you ever drooled in public? nah. Do you agree that facebook is taking over the entire teenage population? ???????????? what 80 year old wrote this Have you ever met a mainstream band? no. Have you ever yelled at an electronic as if it could hear you? i get mad sometimes & be fighting random shit LMAOOOO so yes Have you ever been bitten by a dog? yeah LMAO

Would you ever shave your head? if i didn’t have to? no. Have you ever spelt your name in Alphabet Soup? no. What do you think would happen if the Earth suddenly stopped spinning? my stupid ass has no idea & i’m not boutta guess so i can be made fun of What did you want to be when you were little? probably some generic shit like a princess idk Have you ever drawn a picture with sidewalk chalk? yeah. What is the worst possible way to die? slow, painfully. Have you ever burnt yourself with a lighter? sooooooooooooooo many times. Would you ever meet someone you met online? mayhaps. What’s your favorite online game? cricket noises.. What do you think of gay/bisexual people? A1. Have you ever kissed the TV? no. Have you ever thrown your cell phone across the room? yeah, then regretted it LMAOOOOO Have you ever been hit with a ball in gym class? not often but once in hs i got sockedddddddd in the face during volleyball & thought it was on purpose so i hit her w the ball even harder and ended up getting suspended cuz i wasn’t discreet about it lmao Will you be single over winter? [brain muscles overworking themselves] what season is this Where do you wanna live when you grow up? out of miami mayhaps. Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? pajama pants. Would you get married if you could right now? nope. Do you consider yourself spoiled? maybe so. Do you get annoyed when you see someone you don’t like? i usually just focus on other shit. Could you see yourself dropping out of high school? surprised i didn’t. Is there anyone you want to see right now? santi?! What were you doing 12 a.m. last night? fixing my living room. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? :] Are you a mean person? no, i really try not to be. What woke you up today? yesterday*, alarm clock. Have you kissed anyone whose name started with a T? probably lmaoo

Did you date anyone last summer? nah, i was minding my business, enjoying my life. Where will you be twelve hours from now? class. Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? yeth Have you ever slept on a couch with that person? also yeth Have you written a letter to a soldier? no. Ever been in a perfect relationship? lmao “perfect” How do you feel about the person who texted you last? loveeee me some them. What are you looking forward to? cricket noises.. Do you think you are an argumentative person? hhhh.. maybe..  How did you feel when you woke up today? tireddddddd asf. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? mhmmm What time did you go to sleep last night? i always go to bed late asf. i’m boutta go to bed now just to be up in two hours. What color are your eyes? brown. The last song you listened to? a veces, it’s literally on repeat. When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep? if i don’t get up, yeah. Do you believe change is always good? sometimes.

How long was your longest relationship in highschool? 3 years. Do you know who Philip DeFranco is? nah. What’s the most illegal thing you’ve EVER done? 💀 the OP responded to this with weed, i’m really screaming rn.. Where did/do you want to get married? all these questions about marriage, whew. What’s the highest level of education you’ve reached? i’m in college rn Is your last name extremely common, like Gonzalez? no, but i don’t think it’s rare either. Ever notice how most flags are red white and blue? no. Have you ever had a crush on a family member? what the fuck How old is your YOUNGEST friend? bitch.. i don’t know How old is your OLDEST friend? i don’t. know. How long should people be together before they propose? these questions are starting to make me uncomfortable lmaoo Have you had your first touch screen phone yet? that’s how you know this survey is old. Don’t you hate when parents divorce but then still argue regularly? can’t relate, hope i never do. Would you ever join the military? sike. If you could have any dog, what dog would you have? a shihpoo. Would you ever kill a bunny and make soup out of it? what the fuck x2 Do any of your friends own a ferret? no. Do you believe that Christians are better than non-Christians? no? Do boys really rock pink more than girls do? ????????????????????? Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? yerrr What’s your view on the Islam culture? hard to have an opinion on something you know nothing about. Do you know what, “C'est la vie” means? i know i’ve seen this but idk what it means Do balloons make you have a better birthday? nah; they’re loud asf too when they pop, so. Krispy kreme donuts aren’t as good as Dunkin Donuts, are they? DELETE THIS. What is your favorite song from, “Aventura?” THE SPANISH GROUP?! WAYMENT...... i don’t even know. prob something generic. yesterday i was listening to por un segundo lmao :( If you could legally assassinate any celebrity, who would it be? bro.. Do you use Twitter or Formspring? twitter. rip formspring babie love you. Why did you last cry? a few hours ago, real crybaby bad bitch hours. If you had to lose 5 lbs, how would you do it? lower my calorie intake. Is there anyone who seems to think that you are a pillow? ???????? Tell me about your BEST New Year’s Eve ever. wasn’t this one. If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to? alejandra, idk why that name sticks with me. i just feel like i look like someone named alee & idk how that makes sense but it does to me LMAO. Lunapic editor is amazing, no? whommmm... How do YOU write, “Okay?” depends on my mood, who i’m talking to, what we’re talking about.

How old was the last person who kissed you? 28. Do you have any plans for the day after tomorrow? not that i know of. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? yeah. What time did you wake up today? 7. Name something you can’t wait to do: idk. If you had to choose, would you rather be an alcoholic or a pothead? pothead. What has pissed you off today, if anything at all? cricket noises. Can you honestly say that at this point and time you’re happy with the way life is going? no lmao. Can you easily tell if someone’s fake? mmmmmmmmmmm.. depends. Is there someone you don’t ever want to be out your life? yeah. Did you kiss or hug anyone in the last 48 hours? yeah. Looking back in time did you ever waste your time on a certain boy or girl? feel like most ppl have been thru this. Has anyone ever sang to you? yeah bfsjklj Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other? LMAO yeah. Coffee or alcohol? oof.. both. together. Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with C or J? yeth and yeth. Do you ever cry during movies? hell yeah w my crybaby ass Do you have any piercings? ears. Have you ever found someone you really like? my BOO. 🗣 Did you go outside for more than 30 minutes today? yeah LMAO Do you remember who you liked three months ago? was that november... idk how to do math LMAO pretty sure i liked ques by then.