#i got into a minor car accident but it Really shook me up

[vickiee-mcmuffin]

A helping touch

Word count: 3k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit Smut, Age gap (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

A/N: I hope you like this little idea that came to mind. Thank you for helping me with ideas @strangelockd and gif credit goes to @thelostsmiles

Summary: You are intrigued by the new arrival at Kamar Taj. He has a scruffy appearance, but you offer to help him out when you find out why.

You were one of the youngest people at Kamar Taj since you were in your early twenties, but you had quickly adapted to the environment. You had officially been enrolled there for just over two months. It all started when you lost your job. You didn’t have a single person to help you, so you had gone to Kamar Taj since there was nowhere else for you to go. All you had wanted was a little bit of help, but you ended up staying at Kamar Taj, learning the mystic arts.

Your time at Kamar Taj had pretty much flown by. You weren’t one to start drama or crave attention. You just liked to keep to yourself, getting all your training done. But that quickly changed when you had a new arrival at Kamar Taj. His name was Stephen Strange.

He was rather scruffy when you first saw him with his unkempt hair, but you still couldn’t help it when you stared at him. For a moment you had wondered if he was homeless and that he had visited Kamar Taj for a helping hand – just like you had done earlier. But it didn’t take you long to figure out that the story was completely different. You found out more about him after you introduced yourself to him one day, asking him why he was at Kamar Taj.

Stephen was nice to you. He had confessed to you that he had lost his job and his home after getting into a terrible car accident that damaged his hands. The accident was so bad that they had to put eleven stainless steel pins in his hands – not to mention all the nerve damage he had.

You had been beyond surprised when he told you that. That was news to you since he usually kept his hands covered up with a white cloth. You could only just barely see the faintest of scars on the tips of his fingers. You had also discovered that the accident was why Stephen looked all scruffy. Thanks to his hands being all damaged and hurt, he couldn’t really shave his beard or cut his hair since his hands shook so much.

The story shocked you. But part of you was glad that he felt comfortable sharing his past with you…

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It was later that day that you decided to help Stephen out. He looked like he needed it and you just felt so bad for him. You were also certain that you had a little crush on him already.

Leaving your room that evening in nothing but your pyjamas, you moved to Stephen’s own room, making sure to walk as quietly as possible. You didn’t want to wake the masters up.

You knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds before you pushed it open. You found yourself blushing wildly when you saw Stephen standing before his mirror. All he had on were his shorts. He was doing his best to shave his beard.

“Sorry,” you said quickly when Stephen turned to look at you. “I’ll just go.”

“No,” Stephen said softly. “It’s okay. Come in.”

“Hi,” you said, voice all timid.

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to come and help you out with your hair and your beard. I actually used to be a hairdresser before coming to Kamar Taj.”

Stephen smiled at you. “I’d like that very much, actually. If you’re sure you wanna do it, that is.”

“I am.” You shut the door behind you, moving closer to Stephen. Your eyes lowered and they landed on his hands, gasping when you saw how scarred they truly were. But it didn’t scare you. No. You just thought his hands looked so unique. “Do you have a chair so that you can sit down?”

Stephen nodded, grabbing a chair that had been sitting in front of his desk. He got it settled in front of the mirror, taking a seat.

You grabbed a pair of scissors that had been sitting on a small shelf by the mirror, but before you got to work, you wanted to know if Stephen was okay with what you were about to do.

“Do you trust me?” you asked softly.

Stephen nodded. “I do.”

Grabbing the towel that had been hanging on one of Stephen’s shoulders, you wrapped it around him. Your fingers pulled at his hair, running your digits through his locks before you began to cut the length off. Thick strands hit the floor as you cut here and there, doing your best to keep everything even. It didn’t take you long to get his hair down to a length you thought he’d be happy with. Exchanging the scissors for a brush, you carefully ran the brush through his hair, not stopping until the grey streaks in his hair were carefully tucked behind his ears. You swept back most of his hair so that it was to one side, finishing off the look so that it curled a little at the top, just above his forehead.

“Do you like it?” you asked nervously.

You watched him send you a smile, his eyes on your reflection in the mirror. “I love it.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Do you still want me to do your beard?”

“Yes, please.”

“Hm, is there another chair I can sit in to do it? Might make it a bit easier.”

“Oh, no, sorry. There’s just this one chair.”

“Oh.”

Stephen said nothing for a long while. For a second you wondered if he had regretted choosing you to do his hair. But then he spoke up.

“You can sit on my lap,” Stephen offered. “If that’ll work.”

You felt your cheeks go red at the suggestion. But it did sound enticing. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. Only if you want to...”

“I don’t mind.” With that, you grabbed the electric razor from the dressing table – the one Stephen had been trying to use earlier. Then you moved in front of him, parting your legs and getting on his lap so that you could straddle him. After getting settled in Stephen’s lap, you looked down at him. “How do you want me to shave your beard? Do you want to be clean-shaven? Or something else?”

Stephen smiled at you. “I was thinking maybe a goatee would suit me.”

You smiled back at him, giving him a nod. Then you turned the razor on, the sound of the buzzing hitting your ears. Tilting your head, you began to get to work on his beard. There was a lot to get rid of. You moved the razor carefully along his skin, keeping Stephen’s vision in mind. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Stephen close his eyes as you shaved off his beard.

To get a better angle, you shifted slightly. But that meant you were rocking your hips against him softly, and you suddenly felt Stephen’s hands grab your hips tight as he gasped.

But you kept moving, not stopping until the only facial hair Stephen had was his goatee. Turning off the razor, you moved to the side slightly so that Stephen could see his reflection properly.

“Well, what do you think?” you asked.

Stephen reached up, rubbing his fingers against his chin. “You did a really good job.”

“Thank you.” Leaning over, you sat the razor down, still sitting there in Stephen’s lap. You looked down at Stephen, taking in his face. You couldn’t believe how different he looked. He had gone from scruffy to… handsome. Really handsome. You’re gorgeous, you thought the words in your head.

“You are too, sweetheart,” Stephen mumbled.

Your eyes widened. You didn’t realise you had said it out loud. “Wait… Did I say that out loud?”

Stephen chuckled. “You did.”

But then you realised what Stephen had said. He had said that you were gorgeous. “Did you mean what you said? When… When you said that I was gorgeous?”

“I did mean it.”

It was quiet for a long moment – until Stephen slowly closed the gap to kiss you. Your cheeks felt hot as you felt his lips on yours, not quite sure how to react at first. All you could feel was shock. Finally, you were just about to kiss him back, and then you felt Stephen pull away.

“I’m sorry,” Stephen said, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m—"

But you cut him off and gave him a kiss right back. You moaned softly, feeling Stephen’s tongue push into your mouth, his big hands on your hips. You began to move your hips against him, forcing a groan from Stephen’s lips. You kissed long and hard, only for you to gasp when you felt Stephen’s hard length right up against you.

“I’m sorry,” Stephen mumbled when you noticed.

But he had nothing to be sorry for. You went back to kissing him, grinding your hips against him again. You were getting wet, your need for Stephen growing by the second.

“I want you to fuck me so bad,” you whispered into Stephen’s ear.

Stephen shifted so that he could look at you properly. “Are you sure? You know I’m older than you.”

“I’m definitely sure. Plus… I’ve always liked older men, anyway,” you said, voice light and teasing. You looked at Stephen carefully, seeing him blush at your words. So adorable, you thought.

“Fair enough,” he told you with a small laugh.

Soon his lips were back on you, and you hurriedly kissed him back. Your hands moved down to his shorts and Stephen sat up a little so that you could pull them down just enough for his cock to spring free. You couldn’t help but gasp when you got a look at him.

“Do you like what you see?” he wondered, a smirk on his face.

All you did was kiss him in response, and he kissed you right back. But you had to get up. Just for a second. Only so that you could pull down your pyjama shorts, letting them hit the floor. It didn’t take you long to get back on Stephen’s lap, kissing him again. The kiss lasted a good few minutes before Stephen pulled away from you.

“You gotta be quiet,” he instructed you.

You nodded. “I will be.”

Stephen nodded and you put your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up just that little bit so that the head of his cock could line up with your entrance. Then you slowly moved down onto him, the both of you moaning at the same time as you took him inside of you. You both moaned together and when you had every inch of him inside of you, you pressed your face into his neck. Slowly, you ground your hips against his, with Stephen’s big hands holding you tight.

You slowly rode Stephen, doing your best to stay quiet. Stephen was being quiet too as you lifted yourself up and then you brought yourself back down. You both moved together in unison, and you just loved the feeling of Stephen’s thick cock stretching you out.

But you couldn’t help but moan when you felt the tip of Stephen’s cock hit that sensitive spot deep inside of you. The sound was long and loud, your lips parted as you just let the noise out.

“Shh,” Stephen said.

You sent him a quick nod. You did your best to stay quiet, but it was just so hard.

“You feel so good,” Stephen said with a groan, his words low. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

You kept moving along his cock. Up and down, up and down. Stephen’s thick cock felt like heaven buried deep inside of you. The tip kept hitting that sweet spot, your eyes half opened as you rode his cock.

“Look at you,” Stephen said with gritted teeth. “You look so beautiful taking my cock. Mm, you look so pretty for me. All mine…”

“Oh, Stephen,” you let out, moving along Stephen’s cock faster. You needed to pick up the pace, letting his cock fill you up again and again. You could feel him throbbing inside of you and that just made it feel all the more better.

“I love how you say my name,” he grunted. “You sound so gorgeous saying my name like that. And fuck, you take my cock so well. So, so good. You feel perfect. I can’t get enough of this pussy.”

His words spurred you on and you found yourself just riding his cock faster, letting him stretch you out and fill you up. Squeezing his shoulders tight, you bounced on his cock wildly, your hands moving to his back as you scratched at him. Pure pleasure was taking over your body as you moved up and down, up and down. Even your toes started to curl as your pussy grew wetter, coating Stephen’s cock in your sweet juices. Stephen kept groaning underneath you as you rode him, clearly loving how you were working your pussy along his cock.

“Stephen, please,” you whined out.

“I know, sweetheart. I know it feels good. This little pussy feels so good wrapped around me,” he grunted. “Feels like it was made for me. I just wanna make you feel good. And I’m gonna make you feel even better now.”

Stephen suddenly reached down and grabbed your ass. Holding you tight, he began to pound into you from underneath. You cried out, the noise shrill and loud as he gave you every inch of his cock. You could feel his heavy balls slapping against you as he made you his.

“Stephen!” you cried out. “Mm, Stephen! Yes, yes, yes!”

“That’s it, gorgeous. Say my name. Scream it out. Look at your face. Look at how pretty you look taking my cock. My sweet, pretty girl.”

“Mm, Stephen, yes!”

Snapping your eyes open, you pressed your forehead to Stephen’s, staring right into his dark eyes as he fucked you. Your lips were pouted, mouth wide open as Stephen took you. He kept fucking you, kept giving you every single inch of his cock. Your pussy felt so wet as he slid in and out of you.

Stephen gave you a wink suddenly, and that was when he seemed to use every last bit of energy he had to take you. You gasped, feeling him thrust in and out of you wildly, his thick cock buried deep inside of you. It was the best thing you had ever felt. Nothing had ever come close to the pure, filthy pleasure that Stephen was giving you.

“Stephen, Stephen, Stephen,” you chanted. Your voice was laced with lust.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I can’t believe how good you feel, baby.”

He fucked you and took you, your pussy turning his thick cock all wet and sticky the more your pleasure grew. Moving your shaking hands, you grabbed at Stephen’s hair, yanking at his locks. Stephen seemed to like that as he groaned in response, his thick length literally twitching inside of you.

“I love how you feel,” Stephen grunted. “You have the tightest, little pussy. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. I love it. I love how you feel so much.”

You stayed put, right there on Stephen’s length as he kept fucking you from underneath. His cock slid into you so easily, his tip hitting that spot again and again. You knew he was going to make you cum soon. You could just feel it. The pleasure increased by the second, your heart racing as he thrusted into you at the perfect angle.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you told him with a whisper. “Oh, Stephen!”

Stephen seemed to take that as a challenge, because before you knew it, his fingers were digging into your ass tighter as he took you, fucking you so fast and hard that you could barely believe it. He hit that spot. That sensitive spot. He hit it over and over, until your eyes shut tightly and your ears started to ring, and then it was it for you.

A second later, your orgasm took over. You couldn’t be quiet. You just couldn’t. You came right then and there, squeezing at Stephen’s cock. You were trembling from top to bottom as Stephen groaned deeply. You guessed that he could feel you clenching around him, his cock throbbing wildly as he pounded into you deep and hard, giving you all of his cock until he lost it.

He grunted, shooting his thick load right into you. “Oh, fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming for you, beautiful girl.” Stephen held you right up against him, holding you nice and tight. He kissed you softly. “You were amazing. So amazing, my beautiful girl.”

You couldn’t say anything. You just stayed there, the both of you trying to get your breathing back on track. But soon Stephen stood up, keeping you in his arms. You let out a whine when his cock slipped out of you. Stephen got you settled on the chair, pulling up his shorts.

“I’ll be back in a second,” he told you.

And he was. With a washcloth in hand, Stephen gently cleaned you up before tossing the material to the floor. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I am,” you said, voice low. You were so tired.

He smiled down at you. “I should ask you to cut my hair again if this is what happens after. Also, that was a total of five out of five star hair cut right there. Great service.”

Chuckling softly, you slowly moved off the chair and put your shorts back on. “Well, I better get back to my room. I don’t want us to get caught together.”

“Okay, sweetheart.”

He leaned in close, giving you a slow kiss. You hummed against his lips, kissing him softly before making your way to his door.

“I’ll see you around,” Stephen offered, his voice warm.

You gave him a bright, satisfied smile. “Definitely.” With that, you made a quick and sneaky exit back to your bedroom, that same smile on your face. 

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[sopebubbles]

Nine

Master list

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: encounters with people from your past challenge your future with the pack.

Warnings: people generally being assholes, mentions of blood, car accident

WC: 8.2k

A/N: when i came home and said i wanted to write, beastie said "make it hurt" so lets blame this on her.

It's been three weeks since the pack left for the new house, leaving Yoongi and Jimin behind to fix some minor repairs on the old house and wait for you. Just this morning, Yoongi had finished patching up a hole in the drywall where Namjoon had once tripped and pushed his hand through just with his own strength. But there was still no sight or scent of you.

Yoongi had just finished making a sandwich when the front door opened and Jin walked in. 

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Yoongi grumbled before biting into his lunch.

"I came to see you," Jin replied, almost convincingly casual.

"Why?" The younger man asked with a full mouth.

Jin sighed, he genuinely wanted to be pleasant. This wasn't the first time he had come to the house and wanted to patch things up with Yoongi, but the man wasn't making it easy with his cold behavior. Still, Jin decided it would be best to be upfront so he could have a real conversation with him. "We got an offer on the house this morning."

Yoongi paused mid bite before he continued and chewed without responding.

"I wanted to run it by you," Jin continued.

Yoongi snorted. "What does it have to do with me? It's your house, yours and Hoseok's. The one your parents bought you. I've never been anything but a guest here."

"That's not true, Yoongi. You know it's not. You're an important part of our lives. I know I was selfish, but please give me a chance to show you how sorry I am and how much I love you," Jin begged. "I'll do anything."

Yoongi turned his head away, unable to look Jin in the eyes. "The only thing I want right now isn't something you can give me," he admitted. He wished that he could think of anything other than you, but even patching things up with Jin wasn't something that he could focus on for very long.

"You still haven't seen her?" Jin asked softly. Yoongi shook his head.

"Looks like she really doesn't need me to be her alpha. Hoseok was right."

Jin took a step closer, wishing he could get close enough to comfort his packmate. He'd still think of Yoongi that way no matter what. "I'm certain Hobi didn't mean that. And she doesn't seem to know what she needs, to be honest. She'd be incredibly lucky to have you as an alpha, Yoongi." 

He couldn't respond, too choked up on his own emotions. He knew that Jin was right, because he knew he'd be the best alpha possible to you, but right now he was just a mess. 

"One of the ways my mom has used to get inside my head is telling me that you want to take the pack alpha position from me," Jin admitted. 

Yoongi looked at him with surprised eyes and lifted brows. "When have I ever made you think I wanted to do that?"

Jin shrugged. "You kinda have pack alpha energy. Even my mom noticed it the few times she met you. And ever since we met you've always argued with me. Honestly, since you came to us I've always been a little insecure about it."

Yoongi laughed quietly. "To be completely honest, when I first met you guys I thought maybe I could take the leader position from you. But as soon as I got to know you, I didn't feel like I needed to."

"What changed your mind?"

"The way that you treated Tae after the incident. You were so gentle and caring with him. You never made him feel bad for what happened or shamed him. You just took care of him. And then I knew you would take care of all of us, so that's when I remember falling for you."

Jin frowned. "I'm sorry I didn't live up to that version of myself."

"You can probably do it again," Yoongi shrugged.

"I promise, I'm really trying." A moment of silence passed between them but the air felt a little lighter. "Will you and Jimin come home, please? It won't be right for any of us until you guys are there. We all miss you both."

Yoongi nodded sadly, "I guess I can't wait for her forever."

"Hobi has been putting together a room for her," Jin told him, but it only seemed to make Yoongi's heart stink further. "You will find her, Yoon."

"How?" Yoongi breathed.

"I don't know. There's this old thing that people used to talk about, called fated mates. No one really believes in them anymore. But the idea is, some people are meant to come into your life, and I don't think you would feel like this for no reason."

If you're wondering why you haven't gone to Yoongi yet, it's because things were actually going quite well for you, at least by comparison. One company on Jimin's list stood out to you immediately. The cleaning service was owned by an omega named Ana, and you learned that she was particularly passionate about helping other omegas who escaped abusive situations like she had. She knew working gave you the ability to be independent, but that it wasn't easy to keep up. She took one look at you and knew you were exactly the kind of girl who needed her help. Jimin's name only sealed the deal, though she didn't bother to call him up. When she said someone was needed to clean at the public library, you jumped at the chance to work somewhere you already knew. 

It had been three weeks now, and everything was going well, by your standards. You were still staying at the shelter, but you'd already gotten your first paycheck and in a month or two you might be able to get yourself out of there. For the first time in several months, you felt like things might be okay.

It was almost the end of your shift when you saw them. They were standing in the aisle you were about to turn down to dust, but you pulled back as soon as their scents hit you and hid yourself behind the end of the row of shelves. Sure, those scents could belong to anyone. Everyone's scent was unique, but lots of people shared general scents. You were hardly the only apple scented omega in the world. But the combination of chestnut and pine was too familiar. It had layered the pack's house and mingled in a uniquely homey way. You were certain that it was Seokjin and one of his other alphas. You'd never gotten his name. You'd never even spoken to him or looked at him directly. For good reason, too. He was absolutely massive, standing at least a foot over you. One look at his hands and you knew that he could kill you if you upset him. Seokjin was tall and broad as well, and Taehyung was not much smaller at all, but for some reason it was the unnamed one that terrified you most. The two of them together were downright terrifying, and your brain did a good job of reminding you of that every time your inner voice started longing for Yoongi or Jimin or Hoseok.

You decided to turn back the way you came before they could smell you, too. You could hide in your custodian's closet for the next twenty minutes of your shift. It was Saturday and the library would be closed tomorrow. A little dust could wait until Monday morning.

You emerged from the closet at the end of your shift, having changed out of your cleaning uniform and into jeans and Yoongi's hoodie. It didn't smell like him anymore, but you were reminded of his scent every time you used the citrus scented cleaner for the floors. It was a mockery of his natural smell, but it brought him to mind nonetheless. Few scents have been imprinted into your brain as deeply as that one. There was a card in the front pocket of the hoodie, just a small rectangle with a name and contact information printed on it and Jimin's neat, careful numbers written on the back. The cardstock had lost its stiffness after the hours you've spent clutching it, the corners were tearing from all the worrying of your fingernails, like they were doing now.

Go catch them, she whispered in your head as you watched two tall, broad sets of shoulders walk through the doors of the library.

You know what Seokjin will do to you. 

You don't know. Yoongi wouldn't let him.

Round and round they went again, never giving you a moment's peace. 

Please call Jimin.

You walked toward the information desk where Maria sat at her computer, next to the phone.

"All done for today, Y/N?" Maria asked with a pleasant smile. You nodded.

"Can I use your phone to make a call? Mine was stolen. It's local."

"Yeah, of course. Just dial nine to call out," she said as she turned the telephone toward you.

This is a bad idea.

You picked up the receiver and pulled out the card from your pocket. You dialed nine, then five, and then you froze. A scent filled your nose, one that you hadn't smelled in many years. One you thought you'd never smell again. It was spearmint stronger than any gum or mouthwash. His scent was always so potent, you were amazed your sap parents couldn't smell it. How could they have thought he was one of them? You turned to look for him, but he saw you first.

"Y/N?"

"Eli?" You asked, astonished. You couldn't have expected to see him in this city. 

"What are you doing here?" He wondered, stepping close to you. For a moment you thought he might try to hug you, but you were never like that with your adopted brother. You hadn't seen him since you were thrown out of your parents house, and you always figured it was best that way. 

The years between his presentation and yours had been tense. You could smell him as soon as his scent started to develop. It was the first sign you had that you wouldn't turn out sap like they said you might—truthfully, your average sapiens don't understand the genetics of cross-breeding that well. And of course he was terrified of you giving away his secret, no matter how vehemently you vowed that you wouldn't. You only ever hoped you could be as lucky as him. To be a beta and to go undetected for as long as possible. But it didn't work out like that for you, and all these years you might have resented him a bit for that. 

"I work here," you confessed, looking around as people went about their business in the library. Maria looked to be paying you no mind. "I just finished. What brings you here?" 

"Just returning some books. Are you free?"

You finally placed the receiver back in its cradle and removed your hand. "Yeah, what did you have in mind?"

"Are you hungry?" Eli asked. You were and you weren't. On the one hand you hadn't eaten yet that day, but on the other, your stomach was twisted in its usual knots. You nodded anyway.

Eli took you to a diner close by and promised he was paying so you could order anything you wanted. You ordered a cheese burger to try to pack in as many calories as you could in one meal. 

"Do you still talk to them?" You asked quietly after you'd run out of small talk. Eli held your gaze for a moment before he answered.

"Sometimes," he admitted. "It's not like they were ever big talkers. But they know I'm here and about my job, my fiance."

"Fiance?"

"Yeah. We're planning to get married next year." You nodded thoughtfully. "She's sap, and she doesn't know about me," he admitted, unprovoked. You looked him deeply in the eyes before you spoke. You couldn't help feeling jealous of what that must be like, to be able to deny yourself so easily.

"How is that going?" 

"Pretty well. It's not a problem," he said, but it didn't seem to ring true on his face.

"What about you? You work at the library?"

"I clean there. I just started this month." You shifted uneasily in your chair, a little because you were uncomfortably full but also because he had been talking about himself most of the time and how he was turning the attention on you, and that never felt like a good thing.

"Oh, nice. Your pack lets you work?" 

His question caught you off guard because for one thing, you were surprised that he assumed you had a pack. For someone who was denying who they were to their most intimate partner, he sure did jump to the conclusion that you wouldn't be. But you didn't appreciate the fact that he thought you needed permission to work. For some reason you couldn't really understand, you said, "yeah."

"That's interesting. You don't meet a lot of omegas out there working in public. Seems like most alphas like to keep them locked up at home."

You wanted to tell him he had no idea what he was talking about. As far as you could tell, Eli has less experience with Lykos culture than you did. What did he know about alpha and omega dynamics? But you didn't bother. "Well, my alpha isn't like that."

Eli brushed off his hands as he finished his fries. "That's good. Let me take you home. I'd like to meet them."

You didn't know the address of the pack's house, but you remembered how to get there from the library, and you were able to direct him there without much trouble. 

"It's that blue one up there," you told him when he turned onto the right street.

"This one?" Eli asked with a raised eyebrow, seeing what you did at the same time: a for sale sign with a triumphant red 'SOLD' sign sitting atop it. You swallowed thickly and felt your eyes begin to burn.

See, all these weeks of torturing yourself with indecision, and they didn't want you anyway. You never listen to me.

You could feel Eli's eyes on you, waiting for an explanation, so you cleared your throat. "I don't actually live here. I stayed here for a little bit, with a pack, but I guess they've moved on."

"Your pack left you?" He asked incredulously.

You shook your head, "they aren't actually my pack. They just took care of me for a few days when I was sick. It was a while ago. I just didn't want to tell you where I'm really staying, so I lied."

"What were you gonna do if they were here and I asked to meet them?" Eli smirked and you shrugged.

"Hope they'd play along until you left."

"And then what?"

And then ask if I could stay.

Idiot.

"I don't know," you admitted. You had no idea what you were going to do if you saw them. You didn't know what you would have said if you'd called Jimin and he'd answered earlier.

"You still haven't learned to think ahead, have you, Y/N?" Eli sighs and puts the car back in drive. "So, where are you staying?" 

You sit up straighter in your seat and reach for the door. "It's fine. You can leave me here. I've wasted enough of your time tonight."

"Don't worry about it. Just tell me where to go."

You directed Eli downtown to the shelter, only for him to have the reaction you had feared. You moved quickly to get out of his car but his hand on your arm stopped you.

"Y/N, why are you staying here?" His voice was filled with shock.

"I'm just going through a little rough patch. I'll be back on my feet soon. I have a job. I just need time," you rushed out all your defenses.

"Do you need money?" 

"No! God, I don't want your money."

"Y/N, you can't stay here. I've heard awful things about this place."

"Well, it's better than the street, or some predator."

"You can do better than this."

"I'm trying, okay! You think I like this? I don't. But what's it to you anyway! We meet randomly after five years and you're suddenly an over protective big brother? Do you think my life has been easy?" You've started to shake and you knew you were getting hysterical, but you didn't need his opinion on things he would never understand.

"Y/N, I know things haven't been easy for you. Let me help," he offered softly.

"How can you possibly help me?" You sat in the passenger seat with your arms crossed, looking every bit his teenage sister.

Eli swallowed before he spoke. "Come stay at my place for a bit."

"At your place?" He nodded. "What about your fiance? Doesn't she hate Lykos?"

"I never said she hated them."

"Us."

"Us. She just had some bad experiences with some alphas when she was younger. She doesn't really like to be around our kind," he explained, as if that made it better.

"Doesn't it make you feel crazy to have to pretend all the time?"

Eli shrugged. "I'm used to it…with our parents. They still don't know about me. It's not that hard, really. You can pretend for a little bit. You can get heat suppressants or whatever."

You know he's right.

You leaned your head back against the headrest and closed your eyes.

I don't want to pretend anymore.

What's so great about being the real you?

I'm gonna call–

If you were going to call him you would have by now and besides, they literally gave you a sign. It was all a lie. Just go with Eli. 

You sighed. "I have some stuff inside. If I leave it, they'll throw it out."

"I'll wait," Eli said and let you get out of the car. 

Yoongi and Jimin arrived at the new house just as Hoseok was finishing dinner preparations. Taehyung had set the table for seven, and for the first time in weeks it felt complete. No one would hold it against Yoongi for needing space, or for doing what he needed to do in hopes of bringing you into their pack, but that didn't mean they hadn't missed him and Jimin like crazy.

And it wasn't as though they hadn't seen each other at all. Taehyung had driven Hoseok back to the old house on many occasions, to bring his boys food or to take their laundry, no matter how many times Yoongi insisted they could go to the laundromat. He couldn't bear the thought of it. Jungkook stopped by after work anytime he didn't have a night shift. Namjoon and Jin had come over a few evenings when Yoongi was working so that Jimin wouldn't feel lonely.

It was strange for Jimin to spend time alone. He'd spent most of his adolescence surrounded by others and then the last four years in a pack house where someone was always home. In fact, the point in his life when he was the most alone was right before he met Yoongi and the others, and moving in with them had been a huge relief. Jimin hadn't been exactly lonely during those weeks when it was just him and Yoongi, but the quiet was hard to get used to, and the noise that surrounded their return was welcomed and familiar.

No one was going to admit it, because they were too happy to be back together again, but the time apart hadn't been the worst thing in the world. It had given them space to work on bonds that they had not paid as much attention to as maybe they should have. Seokjin and Namjoon had gone on several dates, just the two of them, the pack leader letting his mate take him to every museum in town and casual trips to the library. Jin hadn't even realized how much he was neglecting the second alpha in his pack, nor how much he had truly missed quality time with him. As soon as the realization hit him, he made a heartfelt apology to Namjoon for focusing too much attention on Hoseok and their plans. Of course, Namjoon forgave him easily. He always would.

Namjoon couldn't really put it into words, but his alpha status had never sat quite right with him until he met Seokjin. Sure, he was large and strong and everything an alpha should be on the outside, but he'd never felt the stereotypical aggression or need for control that alphas were known for. This had always felt like a character flaw in himself until he met Jin, who simultaneously had shown him that being an alpha didn't mean he had to be an asshole, and who was also willing to take on the burden of control that Namjoon rejected. When he met Jin, he could just be himself, and for that he would always love him above all others.

Hoseok, too, had used his time wisely in getting more in touch with the feelings of his younger packmates. The fact that he hadn't realized how insecure Taehyung had been feeling and how often Jungkook had been sleeping outside of the nest ate at him constantly. Although he and Tae had been companions at home for years now, Hoseok made a concerted effort to spend more quality time with him, to ask him his opinions on every detail of the new house, not only so he would feel included and welcome or because of his artistic eye but because of the boxy grin Tae gave him every time gave him immeasurable happiness.

Jungkook got the lion's share of Hoseok's attention whenever he got home from work, whether it was 5 pm or 5 am. It always involved lots of touching and scent marking, although if Jungkook came home smelling like lavender and oranges, Hoseok spent considerable more focus on getting those smells onto his own body. If he had a hard time getting Jungkook to smile and laugh once he was in the nest, Hoseok would gently coax him into talking so he could comfort the beta. 

On the whole, everyone in the new house was feeling much better than they had a month or even months ago, except for the fact that two integral parts of their lives were missing. It didn't feel the same as it did before they met Yoongi and Jimin. They had been irreversibly changed. And those two hadn't quite seemed to benefit as much from the separation as the rest.

Jimin squealed and giggled as Jungkook lifted him off the ground and spun him around. "Put me down, Kookie!"

"Never," the other beta mumbled into his shoulder. "I missed you too much."

"I saw you two days ago," Jimin reminded him.

"That's two days too long."

Yoongi couldn't help smiling at the betas as they greeted each other. It warmed his heart to see how little changed between them as Jungkook began to scent mark Jimin until he smelled like something fresh out of the dryer.

"I'm glad you're back," Hoseok said as he cupped Yoongi's smiling cheek in his hand. His heart ached when he watched the man's smile diminish.

"Yeah, I missed you guys," Yoongi admitted, but somehow the omega could tell that longing for his pack wasn't the dominant feeling in his heart at that moment.

"Let's eat dinner, and then I'll show you around the rest of the house," Hoseok encouraged and Yoongi nodded, setting down his bag before going to the table.

"You made kimchi-jjigae?" Jimin asked before taking a seat.

"I wanted to do something special, so I made your favorite to welcome you home," hoseok shrugged.

Jimin walked over and put his arms around the omega in a tight hug. "I love you, hyung."

"I love you, too, Jiminie," he smiled into the man's soft hair. Yoongi watched with a smile of his own. Nothing was as nice as watching Jimin get doted on the way he deserved, and he felt a pang of guilt for having kept the man to himself for so long. Yoongi had heaped tons of love and attention on him during their time alone, but Jimin always deserved more. He was sure he'd feel the same way about you if– Yoongi cut off his own thoughts. He wasn't going to go there anymore. He needed to give up for the sake of his pack, and he knew it. It wouldn't be easy, but he had to. He couldn't let himself believe in anything as fickle as fate to bring you to him.

After they'd all eaten until they were stuffed, Hoseok led Yoongi upstairs by the hand. 

"That's the master bedroom," he pointed out as they passed it by. "This is the room we hope will be the nursery," he said walking by the middle room on the second floor. Yoongi gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "And this room is for your little pup."

Yoongi swallowed thickly as he walked into the room. The walls had been painted a serene shade of sea foam green and the mattress was fitted with cream colored bedding.

"I didn't think she was a pink kind of girl. Or at least I wasn't sure, so Taehyung suggested this color might be soothing for her. What do you think?"

 "You guys worked so hard on this." Yoongi ran his fingers down the gauzy cream curtains. "It's great, Hobi, but," Yoongi sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. "She's not coming."

Hoseok frowned and settled himself atop Yoongi's lap. The alpha wrapped his arms around his waist naturally to hold him in place as he had so many times. "She hasn't come yet. But that doesn't mean she won't. I know you're feeling hopeless, but you need to have a little faith."

Yoongi looked up at him with weary eyes. "How can you be so positive about it?"

"I might be a tad bit more objective about it than you are," Hoseok smiled as he leaned into him. 

"Every minute feels like an eternity," Yoongi whispered.

"I really think she might be your fated mate," Hoseok giggled.

"Do you actually believe in that stuff?"

The omega shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think I've ever met any, but as you know, I don't get out much. I only know stories. Do you have a better explanation for it?"

Yoongi thought quietly for a moment, opening and closing his mouth as he searched for the right words, but he thought maybe they didn't exist. "All I know is it feels wrong to know that she's out there…in the world…and I'm not there to protect her."

Hoseok gently knocked their heads together. "Sounds like fated mates to me." Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully. "Don't give up yet, Yoon. Jimin and Jungkook found her by chance, but that doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be. When the time comes, you'll be in the right place at the right time, too."

"I hate the feeling that I won't be there before something terrible happens."

Hoseok clicked his tongue at the man. "You're so paranoid. Lighten up. She's coming! And when she does, this room will be her home. Won't that be nice?"

Yoongi smiled, giving into Hobi's relentless optimism. "It will be perfect."

Eli drove you to a stylish looking apartment building on the other side of town. It was obvious the moment he took you inside the apartment that he hadn't used the time while you were gathering your things to warn his fiance that you were coming. A tall blonde came quickly toward the door wearing an expression you couldn't quite define but leaned towards angry.

"Babe, where were you? I just got home and you weren't here. What's going on?" She asked as her eyes fell on you and even you could feel yourself shrink under her sharp eyes.

Eli leaned in to kiss her cheek. "I'm sorry, baby. I should have called. But I ran into my sister. You remember, I told you about Y/N." 

"Not really," she admitted with a tight smile as your brother stepped aside and she got a good look at you. "I thought she ran away," she whispered.

"Yeah, ran away, not died," he whispered back. You weren't sure if they knew you could hear them or they didn't care but you felt smaller and smaller by the second. "She lives in the city now, and she needs a place to stay," he said loud enough for you to hear, although she clearly wished he wouldn't.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Eli?" She asked with the same tight smile, and it occurred to you that you didn't know her name. Had you forgotten it, or had he simply not mentioned it to you before at the restaurant?

"We'll be right back, Y/N," Eli nodded.

Whatever room they moved to was not far enough away or sound proof enough to keep their conversation from your ears.

"What the hell? You can't bring random girls to our home, Eli!"

"She's not some random girl. She's my sister. She has a difficult situation right now, am I not supposed to help her?"

"Doesn't that seem a little convenient to you? That your long lost sister suddenly finds you when she's fallen on hard times?"

"What are you even insinuating? I'm the one that ran into her at her work."

"I just think it's fishy. And you never talk about her. I think you've mentioned her twice the whole time we've been together, so what's with the big brother act?"

"I just feel bad, okay? Our parents weren't easy on her. I just want to help her out for once."

A long pause settled between them.

"Please. Just a couple weeks, three tops, until I can find her a place to live."

"Did she ask you for money?"

"No. She didn't even ask if she could stay here. But her other situation wasn't safe."

"Jesus. Are you sure she's even your sister? Hasn't it been like ten years? She still looks like a teenager."

"She's just small. It's her, trust me. Everything will be fine."

"Fine. But three weeks and not a day more, Eli."

You turned toward the door to leave. You didn't want to be an inconvenience, much less cause strife in their relationship. He'd already lied to her about you enough, saying that you ran away instead of telling her how and why you were thrown out of your home. Every moment you spent there would only heap more lies up between them. You didn't know what he was thinking of bringing you here, but he was misguided.

"Y/N," he spoke just as you reached for the door knob. "Everything is fine. Come, I'll show you the guest room."

There was always something that made your skin itch about a 'guest room.' Maybe it was just that you never needed it spelled out for you that you held a place of impermanence no matter where you went. You didn't belong. You wouldn't be staying long. These were things you knew without needing them codified in words. 

"There are fresh sheets in this closet," she told you, making a reappearance with a somewhat more believable smile on her face. "I would have made it up for you if I had some warning."

"That's fine. I can make it myself," you assured her quietly. "I'm sorry, I forgot your name."

She sighed quietly. "I'm Kate. There are extra blankets in there as well in case you get cold."

"Thanks, Kate," you murmured before she turned to leave.

"Get some rest, Y/N. We'll talk in the morning," Eli said before he closed the bedroom door and you were alone.

The following day, Kate seemed to find reasons to be out of the house all day. You did your best to have as little contact with Eli as possible. I'm spite of his recent charity in bringing you here, you had never really been that close. The years between you and the resentment you felt were high barriers. Besides, you'd become too suspicious of kindness in your life to truly trust him. 

During the week, you returned to work, and even though he offered to drive you and pick you up, you insisted on taking the bus across town, if for no other reason than that it extended the time you were out of their home. When you were there, you cooked and cleaned. It was the only way you knew how to do penance for your ever inconvenient existence, the only payment of a perpetually uninvited guest. And when she realized how quiet and clean you were, Kate did thaw toward you, if only slightly. 

The main benefit of staying at their apartment was the opportunity to get quality sleep. It was quiet, and you were spared the frequent interruptions that occured in the shelter, as well as the constant anxiety of being around so many strangers and strong smells. Among the many practices that made the True Life Ministry different from other shelters was that they didn't separate you by secondary gender, only by male and female, so the threat of alphas was ever present. Although behavior was strictly monitored, you never felt entirely safe.

There was one thought that continued to itch in your brain as you laid on the bed and tried to sleep. It was still pretty early in the evening, but you'd had a pretty rotten day. One of the Lykos who frequently passed her days in the library had decided to make you an object of interest today, whiling away the afternoon throwing trash at you every time you came near where she sat in the computer lab while you emptied the bins or cleaned a table. Eventually, one of the librarians asked the alpha to leave, but it had already soured your mood. You cooked and ate dinner silently before turning in early, and even Kate was a little concerned by the way you kept your head hung low and didn't look at either of them even once. 

Now, the only comfort you could think of was sitting in the closet mere feet from your bed.

The blue and white striped blanket is so soft. At least start there.

You know you're not supposed to do that.

Hoseok said it was good for me and it was so nice when he did it.

You aren't Hoseok. You're barely even a fucking omega. You know it never leads to good things for you.

Please. Just a little nest. I need it. Just for a little while. Please.

You sat up in bed and stared at the closet door. There were several very soft blankets in there going unused. Kate did say you could use them.

She said if you got cold. You're not cold. You're fine.

"What's it going to hurt?" You whispered to yourself.

Do you really have to ask? Remember the first time? 

You pulled back the quilt laying on top of you and scooted off the edge of the bed. Creeping to the door, you opened it slowly.

You don't even know how to build a fucking nest. Don't even try.

It's not that hard. Start with the white one.

Eli told you to pretend. What if they find you acting like an animal?

For once you ignored the harsh whispers in your head and followed the smaller voice's instructions. You laid the soft white blanket out as a base, then bunched up two knitted blankets to make a perimeter. You didn't need a very big nest. You were so small. Finally you fluffed the striped throw blanket across the top before climbing into the nest. For once, all your voices quieted as you wiggled your body around, finding the perfect spot for you that made you feel warm and fuzzy and protected. All the world fell away as you nuzzled your face against the fluffy white blanket beneath you. You might have been falling asleep, or maybe just falling within yourself to a quiet, soft place you can only really remember going to when you were in Hoseok's nest last month. You'd never managed to get there with your former pack, where they mocked you for your pathetic attempts at a nest until you gave up altogether. 

Kate, despite her previous coldness toward you, could tell there was something wrong with you. She could tell you were still awake by the soft, albeit strange noises coming from the guest room, and decided to check on you to see if there was anything you needed. When you didn't answer her knocks, she decided to open the door anyway. It was her home after all, right? When she turned on the light, she didn't expect to see you lift your head from a pile of blankets, hair a static mess and pupils blown wide. You whimpered at the bright light.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her tone a mixture of shock and suspicion. "What's going on? Eli?" She called loudly.

You stared at her in confusion until he came to the doorway. "What?"

Kate pointed a finger at you. "What the hell is she doing?"

Eli cursed under her breath as he walked toward you on the bed. He took your face in his hands. "Wake up, Y/N. Snap out of it!" He muttered. 

"Is she…is she one of them?" She asked, pitched raised. You whimpered again.

"Damn it, Y/N," Eli groaned. "I didn't know."

"What do you mean? Are you one of them too?"

"No. No! She's adopted. You know that. My parents thought that's why she ran away, but I didn't know for sure," Eli lied.

"Fuck, Eli. You know how I feel about those...things," Kate cringed.

"Baby, please. I'm sure she's harmless." Eli approached her with open palms, but she only backed out of the room. 

"Get her the fuck out of my house. Right now!" She shouted. 

Eli looked between the two of you anxiously. He stepped closer to you once again and felt his heart clench at the desperately scared look in your wide, vulnerable eyes. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but you have to go."

You whined and pressed yourself closer to the blankets, as if they would protect you. Eli sighed. You weren't difficult to pick up and pluck out of your nest. You'd lost whole pounds since your last heat.

"I'm sorry Yn," he muttered as he carried you down the hallway toward the door.

"Make sure she's out of the building," Kate grumbled as he went by her holding the door open.

Eli nodded and carried you into the elevator before he set you on unsteady feet. "You couldn't fucking hold it together could you?"

Your brain was scrambling to come back online, but you didn't have words yet. Fucking stupid omega brain.

"I swear to God if you ruined this for me," he muttered. You wished you could tell him what I fucking fake he was, but your tongue was glued to the top of your mouth. The elevator reached the lobby and Eli walked you outside. "Sorry, Y/N," he told you once more before he turned to go back inside. "Have a nice life."

The night air was chilly with that feeling it might rain at any second. You thanked yourself for wearing Yoongi's hoodie to bed and turned to walk in an unknown direction.

We fucking told you so. You never fucking listen.

Yoongi wasn't the only one who spent his nights on duty feeling like the next call was going to be the one he dreaded most. Rainy nights always filled Jungkook with a specific kind of dread. It was the kind of night that led to avoidable accidents, which is what he thought had happened when he and his partner stopped their patrol car behind a parked car in the middle of a narrow one way street. The short whoop of the police cruiser when they came to a stop got the attention of the driver of the car, who turned and quickly began shouting at Jungkook as soon as he opened the passenger side door.

"It wasn't my fault, officer! She pushed him in front of my car! There wasn't anything I could do!" The woman screamed hysterically.

"Calm down, ma'am," Jungkook's partner, Xavier, said cautiously before he leaned into his walkie talkie and requested back up. 

Meanwhile Jungkook walked around the passenger side of his vehicle and sniffed the air. The falling rain made it harder to smell the scents around him, but he managed to pick up a few things. The sour fear coming from the Sap woman, smoky sage, and blood. When he reached the front of the car, he could tell those last two scents came from the alpha lying unconscious in the road, blood flowing from his head to mix with the engine oil and rain water on the sleek blacktop. He knelt down when he got closer and spoke into his own radio to call for an ambulance. And then he smelled it. The apple cider vinegar that telegraphed your fear. 

No matter what Jin and Hoseok said, Yoongi wouldn't attribute the foreboding and acute anxiety he felt tonight to the possibility of fated mates. He felt nervous every night he sat in the ambulance waiting for the next call, hoping it wouldn't be your body that was injured. Tonight was rainy and dark and that always meant car accidents. Yoongi was just anticipating what anyone in his line of work would do on a night like tonight.  

"Do you think it will be her this time?" His coworker asked with casual cruelty as Yoongi drove to the scene of an accident. 

"Shut up," he muttered in reply.

"Don't be so sensitive. I thought alphas like you would be able to take a joke," the Sap teased.

"It's not a fucking joke." Yoongi barely held back a growl.

"Relax. You're not the first EMT to spend the night driving around looking for someone they love in every scene. We all go through it at some point. It's never them.*

But that was where he was wrong.

Yoongi freely admitted that he'd been a paranoid mess the last month, scanning every face at every site for you. But he had never imagined your smell, so he knew he wasn't imagining it now. It filled his senses the moment he opened the door of the ambulance. He could smell the blood, too, but he honed in on your scent only. He could focus on nothing else.

You were sitting on the curb between the bumpers of two parked cars with your head between your knees, but Yoongi didn't need to see your face to know it was you. Only you could be so small and fragile, even under the shock blanket Jungkook had the good sense to put over you. He wanted to scoop you up and get you out of the rain. The fact that Jungkook was standing protectively in front of you lessened his panic by a fraction.

"Is she hurt?" Yoongi asked, kneeling in front of you. "Y/N, are you okay?" 

You didn't respond, simply continued to rock back and forth with your hands clasped over your head. 

"She's not injured. She's just in shock. She hasn't said much," Jungkook told him.

Yoongi reached forward to touch your chin. "Look at me, princess. Let me see if you're okay."

When you lifted your eyes to his, you looked as terrified as you smelled. "Alpha? Is he dead?" You asked painfully.

"Yoongi, over here!" His partner called from the road. The alpha didn't take his eyes off you. How could he leave you like this? "Yoongi!"

"Go on, hyung. Do your job. I'll take care of her. I won't let her out of my sight. I promise."

Yoongi's eyes remained locked on yours for a moment longer. You had asked him only one thing, and if getting you reassurance was all he could do then that's what he would do. "I'll go check on him. Everything will be okay, princess. Wait here." He tried his best to sound reassuring as he stroked your wet hair and you leaned into his touch before he tore himself away to go help the alpha bleeding out on the asphalt. 

His sage scent faded as life drained from him, but the other EMT was applying pressure to his head wound, so he wasn't gone yet. Yoongi went into autopilot to help his partner stabilize the patient, but he was desperate to know what had happened and how you had been involved. Should he even be saving this man? Who was he to you? 

They managed to get the man onto the stretcher and into the ambulance while he still clung to life without Yoongi having much idea at all of what he was doing. He stayed in the back with the patient while his partner drove, otherwise Yoongi would never be able to make himself leave without you.

"Y/N, I'm taking you to the police station," Jungkook told you after the ambulance had left and another police officer had taken the driver of the car away. 

Without any other acknowledgement, you stood, letting the shock blanket fall from your shoulders as you turned your back on Jungkook and placed your hands behind your back.

Jungkook frowned, "you're not under arrest, Y/N. I'm just taking you to the station to give a statement and wait for someone to come get you."

You turned to look at him confusedly. "No one will come for me."

Jungkook smiled sadly. "Yoongi will come. Let's go."

At the station, Jungkook sat you next to his desk in the bullpen and went to go get you a warm drink. He placed a paper cup of hot tea in your hands, which you took without looking at it or him, but just stared blankly ahead.

"Y/N, can you tell me what happened before the accident?" Jungkook asked, fingers poised over his keyboard.

"Eli threw me out."

"What?"

"Was walking. Was raining but…nowhere to go." You took a sip of the too hot tea to ease the dryness of your throat. "Smelled him first. Hate that smell. So I walked faster, but he's bigger, faster. He caught me. Grabbed my arm."

"Did he hurt your arm?" Jungkook asked. You honestly didn't know. You felt numb all over, just like you had since you'd smelled the burning sage earlier. Setting down the small cup, you pulled up the sleeve of Yoongi's hoodie to reveal the bruises that were blossoming along your forearm. "Shit," Jungkook muttered. "We'll take pictures in a minute. What happened next?" 

"We argued."

"About what?"

"Wanted me to come with him. Didn't want to."

Jungkook studied your face cautiously. "Why did he want you to come with him?" 

You shrugged. "Same as always. Wanted to breed me."

"Is that Eli?" He questioned.

You shook your head. "Eli is my brother."

Jungkook nodded. "But you know that man."

You nodded dumbly. "My alpha."

Jungkook felt his stomach turn over and over. Knowing what little he did about your experience with your past alpha, your barely-there behavior made more sense.

"What happened when you argued?"

You swallowed. "I tried to get away, to get him off. He wouldn't let go, so I–I pushed him and he slipped. He fell into the street and then the car was there."

"Did you see the car before you pushed him?" Maybe Jungkook shouldn't have asked. He wasn't formally interrogating you. Something in him just wanted to know.

You shook your head. "Its lights weren't on. Dark and wet. Couldn't see behind him."

Jungkook swallowed thickly and turned his attention to his screen to finish entering the information you had given him.

"Did I kill him?" You asked blankly, making Jungkook pause to look at you.

"He was still alive when they left the scene. Even if anyone is at fault, we would first look at the driver of the car. You aren't in any trouble right now, Y/N." You nodded in understanding. "For now, it's probably best if you stay quiet."

You were sure time passed, although you didn't feel it. Jungkook went and came back, took photos of the bruises on your arm and brought you a fresh drink. The world continued to turn because it had never stopped for any of your crises, big or small, why would it now? It might have been hours or minutes. You couldn't tell. Everything around you was blocked out until you felt a cold breeze sweep through the station carrying a sharp citrus scent.

Alpha.

Without any thought, you found yourself on your feet. As if acting on their own, they shuffled past the rows of desks. There was a wall and gate separating the back part of the station from the public entry, but you pushed past them until you could see Yoongi. His black hair dripped rainwater onto his cheeks, and he pushed the wet strands back. You couldn't hear what he was asking the officer at the desk, but the words went silent when he turned toward you. Without an invitation you found yourself pressed against his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist.

It took him half a second to respond, encircling you in his own strong arms and holding you to him. "It's alright," he whispered.

You nuzzled your forehead against his chest and murmured back, "Alpha."

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Family is Forever

Chapter Nine

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst.

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18+ MINORS DNI

In the midst of trying to race to Billy's decathelon, Y/N had never expected they would be stuck in this position. Hanging upside down as the seatbelt kept them locked in their seat. Forgetting to put their phone on charge, and unable to get to it as it rang consistantly until the battery drained.

Hearing the sirens, screams and yells as the chaos unravelled around them. The sounds of the machines and tools being used as the emergency service worked as hard and fast as they could to get everyone out and free.

Then they soon blacked out for a moment until they come back around, hearing someone call their name.

"Y/N?" Maria called out as she knelt beside the car, looking in through the passenger side.

"Ria?" They spoke weakly as they tried to turn in her direction.

"Don't move ok." She told them as she looked around at the chaos unfolding.

"Billy." They whispered as she gave them a sad smile.

"He's ok. They won by a landslide." Maria told them as they shook their head.

"I broke my promise." They told her. "He's going to hate me."

"No he won't." She told them. "He'll understand." She looked back to see Steve on his phone.

"What?" Nat questioned as she couldn't quite hear him over the noise of the accident.

"Y/N is hurt." He yelled to her. "It's pretty bad Nat."

"Where are they?" Nat questioned as she looked inside at Wanda and the twins.

"They're still trapped in their car. It's a pile up and they a right in the middle of it." He told her as he heard her gasp. "Maria's with them now."

"What do I tell Wanda and the boys?" She asked him.

"I don't know yet." He sighed. "We're still waiting on more hands to come and help get everyone out."

"I can't just not tell her." Nat yelled which caught Wanda's attention.

"What's going on Nat?" She questioned as she left the twins. "Did Maria finally find Y/N?"

"She did." Nat answered as Wanda scoffed.

"What was their excuse?" Wanda questioned defensively.

"They're trapped in their car." Nat told her. "It's bad Wanda. The emergency services are trying to get them out but."

"What?" Wanda questioned as her heart pounded in her chest. Her legs going numb as she held the wall, Nat's lips were moving but she couldn't hear anymore.

Y/N and Wanda raced against time once they had got the call to return home. Already learning that their father had died on impact but their mother was in a medically induced coma.

They waited for hours until they had gotten any sort of word from the doctor. The words 'no brain activity' resounded in their head on repeat. The doctor had given them the privacy to say goodbye before turning off the machine.

Wanda remained by their side through the whole time. When they sobbed as they stood by her bedside, the moment the machines were turned off and she took one last breath.

Y/N stood over her as they looked at her greying face, the cuts and bruises were prominent. Wanda's hand in their own was all the grounding they needed, ensuring that they aren't alone in this time of need.

Wanda remained as she helped organise the funeral for the two. Following their parents request and buring them together. All of their friends and extended family paid their respects. Y/N greeted them all at the wake, a small smile plastered on their face although they were completely shattered inside, but they were too proud to let that show. Only Wanda knew how they truly were, she would hear them in the middle of the night, hiding away in the bathroom as they sobbed quietly. Something that Wanda never really saw, but she made sure they knew she was there for them, through everything.

"I can't lose them Nat." Wanda whispered as she used Wanda's phone to call her brother to take the twins. "I can't. I won't survive."

"Wanda, they will be fine ok." Nat reassured her. "Y/N is one of the strongest people I know."

"We don't know the extent of their injuries." Wanda told her. "Hell, we don't know how long they have sat upside down with another car crushing them!"

"They're getting Y/N out." Steve told the two as the phone was on speaker. Maria stood back slightly as she watched the emergency services work at getting them out.

"Where are they taking them?" Nat questioned as she could hear Steve ask.

"Jacobs Pres." He told her.

"We'll be on our way." Nat told him as he nodded. Maria watched as they carefully examined Y/N before getting them out. They had lost conciousness moments before which had worried Maria. She hadn't spoke a word or moved away from them, until she handed Steve her keys.

"I'm going in the ambulance." She told him as he nodded. Knowing to follow in her car. Nat and Wanda had made it to the ER, waiting until they were brought through.

"Do you need me to drive?" Maria asked as they declined.

"They're flatlining!"

"Just let me drive!!" Maria yelled. "I am a detective at the 94th."

"Drive and get us there fast." The other paramedic told her. Maria nodded as she started the journey. Saving Y/N was the only thought on her mind.

Wanda and Nat stood up as Maria helped push them through. Approaching her as Maria couldn't go in any further.

"How are they?" Nat asked as Maria shook her head, tears filling her eyes as Wanda's heart broke.

"No." She whispered as Maria started to explain what had happened in the ambulance.

"They managed to get them back but they had been in cardiac arrest for a good few minutes." Maria informed the two. Wanda covered her mouth as she sobbed, Nat led the two to the chairs as they waited for hours.

"Have you heard anything?" Iryna spoke as she approached the three.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda asked her weakly.

"Pietro told us when we rang at the usual time." She told her daughter who only collapsed in her mom's arms.

"We haven't heard anything yet." Nat told her as Wanda sobbed into her mother's shirt. Oleg stood up and approached the desk, talking with the secretary quietly.

"They are currently in surgery." He informed. "They were rushed straight there after the head CT, but that's all they can give us for now."

"I can't lose them." Wanda whispered as she held onto her mom for dear life. She knew in that moment, she wanted to keep them in her life.

"Wanda?" Pepper's voice sounded through the room. "Where are they?"

"Surgery." Wanda hiccuped as she fell into Pepper's embrace. "They can't tell us anything else."

"They will be fine." Pepper whispered reassuringly. "Y/N is the strongest person I know."

"You sound just like Nat." Wanda giggled as Pepper smiled.

"Let me see if I can get more information for you." She left the group to talk with the secretary. Talking in hushed tones before the secretary had left the desk. Moments later, a doctor had came through the double doors.

"Mrs Maximoff?" They questioned as Wanda stood up. "Y/N is still in surgery as we speak, they have multiple rib fractures, a broken collarbone and humerous. They have a collapsed lung which we have had to re-inflate. We are just finding the source of the internal bleeding as we speak." Wanda just stared at them as they spoke. "I wish there was more I could say but, there isn't just yet."

"Thank you doctor." Iryna thanked them before they disappeared back through the doors. "They will be fine Wanda."

"They will think Billy hates them." Wanda told her as Maria nodded.

"They do." She told them. "They told me before they lost conciousness. They wanted to apologise to him so fucking bad and it broke my heart. They kept saying they broke a promise."

"Billy will understand the situation." Nat reasoned as Maria just looked at her wife.

"Yeah, but what if Y/N doesn't make it? They will die thinking their son hates them." Maria spat as Nat tried.

"Y/N isn't dying!" Wanda yelled as everything looked at her. "Y/N won't leave the boys." She whispered, almost wishing for her words to be true. "They won't leave us." Iryna just sat with Wanda, her arms wrapped around her in a comforting manner.

It was another few hours before anyone had come to speak with them, reaching 7am. Wanda had fell asleep on her mom's shoulder as Oleg's jacket covered her like a blanket.

"Mrs Maximoff?" A tired looking doctor spoke up, soon enough Wanda was sat up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. They then proceeded to take a seat opposite het as the others soon gathered for the news. "We had some complications due to their injuries. The hours of surgery and the time they had been trapped had took a toll on their body." Wanda listened as they explained everything. "We did lose them for a moment but we had managed to bring them back again as I understand they had also flatlined in transit."

"Are they ok?" Wanda pressed tiredly as they nodded with a gentle smile.

"They are critical but stable." They told her. "We will need to see what symptoms they may have once they wake as their brain had went a while longer than intended without oxygen."

"But they will be ok?" Wanda questioned sadly. "They will still be here? Alive?"

"They aren't quite out of the woods just yet but we will do everything that we can to keep them here." They told her softly as she nodded.

"Can I see them?" She asked as they nodded. They led her to the room that they were recovering in. Wanda gasped as she saw them covered in stitches, bruises, casts and gauze. She hadn't really expected it to be this bad, she wasn't truly prepared as she let out a shakey breath. Approaching the bed with caution and taking their hand in her own.

"How long until they wake?" Iryna questioned as she watched her daughter fall apart internally before her.

"There isn't any telling on that." They informed her. "It is now all on them. I'll leave you be but I will be back to check on them." The doctor left as everyone slowly moved to the bed, Iryna beside Wanda as Oleg wrapped his arm around the two as Maria stared at them emotionlessly, ignoring Nat's reach to comfort her as she left the room. Only standing outside before she collapsed to the ground, sobbing into her hand.

[serickswrites]

hi!! I have a request but it’s incredibly specific, I’m so sorry

can you do whumperless whump and whumpee was in an accident? They’re on the younger side and caretaker is their parent.

so the specific part is that I’d love if u added bridal carry (optional), drugged and in the hospital, fainting (optional), and fever

thank you so much! Sorry for the specificity

Hello! Thank you for stopping by with the ask!

I can definitely fill this prompt for you, but I am going to tweak it. I don't generally write about minors (you did nothing wrong by requesting this!), so I'm going to make your whumpee college age. I hope that's ok!

Warnings: car accident, fever, unconsciousness/fainting, hospital, sedation, illness

Caretaker got the call at the end of their work day. They had already been planning on making the journey down to Whumpee's apartment to take them to the ER. Whumpee had been sick with some stomach bug for days and it hadn't gotten any better, but Whumpee was too sick to drive themself to the ER and they didn't want to endanger their friends in case it was something contagious.

Which is why when Whumpee's friend and former roommate's number flashed across the screen, Caretaker got worried. Had something gotten worse? "This is Caretaker."

"This is Whumpee's parent, right?" A young voice came over the line.

"We're ok. Well I'm ok, Whumpee is ok from this."

"What happened?" Caretaker grabbed their car keys and hurried out to the parking garage. They were two hours away, an hour and a half away if they sped most of the way.

"I made a left hand turn and at unprotected light. It was my mistake."

"What happened to Whumpee?"

"They couldn't wait for you to get here to go. I've been trying to get them to let me take them to the ER for days. They're so sick, Caretaker. I didn't think it was good to wait. I'm just a really shitty driver. But they're ok. I promise."

Caretaker tried not to scream. This is not what they wanted to hear. "Is that your assessment or the EMT's?"

"Oh, theirs. They still took Whumpee because I'm going to be here a while waiting to get my car towed. But they said Whumpee wasn't hurt in the accident, but wasn't doing so well otherwise."

"Thank you," Caretaker said as they hung up the phone. They couldn't talk to Whumpee's friend any more. They needed to get to Whumpee.

Four hours later they sat with Whumpee in the middle of the silent ER. It was the middle of the night and Whumpee was so ill, but somehow the medical staff hadn't had time to assess Whumpee.

"I can go home, I don't need to--" Whumpee said weakly. Their eyes were fever bright.

"Whumpee you're running a high fever, you can't keep anything down, and you're very, very sick. You need to stay here. They're probably going to admit you once they see how sick you are."

"I don't want to stay here. I have my first paper due on Monday. I think if I just--"

"Whumpee, just relax. We will see what they say."

"I need to pee," Whumpee said quietly.

"I'll call the nurse to unhook you. Do you need me to go with you?"

Whumpee shook their head. "I'm a big kid now."

Caretaker nervously watched Whumpee stagger down the hall to the bathroom. It took everything in them not to hover. Whumpee was so ill. Caretaker wasn't sure why Whumpee hadn't been evaluated yet, but they needed to be. Caretaker stood in the doorway of Whumpee's room and watched as Whumpee stumbled and fell forward in a dead faint.

"HELP!" Caretaker cried as they ran forward and scooped Whumpee up into a bridal carry. Whumpee was burning up. "Whumpee?"

"What happened?" A doctor came running down the hall.

"They fainted, I don't know. They've been really sick."

Whumpee was quickly taken from Caretaker's arms and whisked away. Caretaker tried not to panic as they watched the medical team work. Whumpee was ok. Whumpee would be ok. Whumpee had to be ok.

Hours later, Caretaker sat beside Whumpee's hospital bed in Whumpee's new room up on the medical floor. The ER team hadn't been able to determine the cause of Whumpee's stomach bug and weren't sure how to treat it. Whumpee had woken in the ER screaming in pain and so the team thought it best to keep Whumpee under light sedation.

Still, it was hard for Caretaker to watch Whumpee sleep. They were so still and so silent. They weren't used to that. But Whumpee would be ok. They were ok. They had to be ok.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, fighting, yelling

I shook my head as I took in the car in the driveway. All day, I’d been considering taking a baseball bat to it. But it wouldn’t do any good. There wasn’t enough money left in the bank to fix the damage I would do. Unlocking the door, I rolled my eyes at the hat sitting on the table next to the keys to the car. The black jacket on the wall further annoyed me.

“hey!” Elwood called, walking into the living room. He was wiping his hands on a rag. “How was work?” His smiled fell when he saw my face. “Shit day huh?”

“oh I don’t know Elwood.” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “You tell me. Given how you blew off your job to spend our entire life’s savings.” He gulped and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“oh. You heard about that?” He asked, eyes starting to drift down to his feet. I put my hands on my hips.

“yeah. I heard about that.” I shot back. Elwood rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at me. “You didn’t think the bank would call? When you took everything out of our account?”

“It wasn’t everything.” Elwood muttered.

“ok no.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “It wasn’t everything. But it was most of our lives savings Elwood. We were supposed to have that for when we retired. Wanted to go on vacation. Do things together. Things we decided on together. How could you?” Elwood shifted his weight and chewed on his lip.

“it needed it.” Elwood whispered. He moved to head back into the kitchen but I followed him.

“the bluesmobile needed it?” I cried. “What was so wrong with it before that it needed the money?”

“I have to add modifications to it.” Elwood said. “Make it safer.”

“Elwood…” I breathed out, trying to calm the rage that was burning inside me. “It’s an old cop car. It’s the safest car out there. What the ever loving fuck could you do to it to make it safer?” Elwood put his hands on the counter and leaned his weight against it.

“a few things actually.” He said. His voice was oddly even and flat. “Better seat belts. Fix the suspension. The shocks.”

“I don’t give a shit Elwood!” I cried. “What I give an shit about is that you took our hard earned money and blew it on a goddamn car!”

“it wasn’t just the fucking car!” Elwood exploded, turning to look at me. “I almost got into an accident the other day! Because of Jake. And Matt almost went through the window!” I nodded. Elwood had come home pretty shaken up after it had happened. I’d pried him from the front seat and made him come into the house. “It coulda been you. And that fucking terrifies me. Add in the fact Jake’s gonna have a kid…” Elwood shook his head as his anger started to subside. “I had to. Ok? For you. For me. For Jake. For this fucking kid. I just had to.” I stood there in shock.

“Jake’s gonna be a dad?” I asked, all the anger leaving me. “You’re gonna be an uncle?” Elwood nodded.

“he found out this morning.” Elwood said. “Carrie or Carla or whatever her name is. The on again off again one.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Doesn’t even know if it’s his and he’s going fucking nuts. Talking about changing things up and settling down and raising this kid.” He shrugged. “I don’t know.” He sighed and ran a hand down his face.

“Elwood…” I reached out for him and Elwood shot over, wrapping his arms around me tightly and burying his face in my neck. “I’m not happy about it. But I understand.” I buried my fingers in his hair and kissed his cheek. I started to giggle and Elwood pinched my side.

“What?” He said. It turned into a full blown laugh as Elwood smiled against my neck.

“You’re just as bad as Jake.” I said. Elwood pulled back with a frown. “You babyproofed the bluesmobile.” He tried not to smile but the corners of his mouth quirked up. Elwood ran a hand through his hair and turned away from me.

“shut up.” He chuckled.

“it’s cute!” I shot back. Elwood shook his head and blushed. “Really it is. Shows how protective you are.”

“it’s just…I’m concerned you know?” He said. “First that happens and then Jake finds out he’s gonna be a dad and I just…panicked.” I cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

“I really am still pissed about you not saying anything to me about taking all our money to do this.” Elwood nodded and wrapped his hands around my wrists. “But it’s understandable. Especially after everything that’s happened.”

“I am sorry I didn’t mention it to you. I should have. But I know you get busy and stressed and I didn’t want to make it worse.” Elwood said, leaning in and kissing me softly.

“Elwood, you calling me and telling me this would have been so much less stressful than the fucking bank calling me.” I said. Elwood chuckled and nodded.

“understood.” He said. I smiled at him as I rubbed my thumb over his cheek.

“now.” I said, moving my hand to pat his chest. “Show me these modifications.” Elwood lit up and took my hand, pulling me outside to show me what he had done to the car.

[daintylovers]

Champagne Coast

1.1 Pilot

Seth Cohen x Hailey Atwood (oc)

A/N: hehehehe I just loooovvveeee my stiles stilinski variants. this is an oc and she is ryans sister- twins! at least, same ages. I'm gonna try not to have too many physical descriptors of her, for all we know she could be adopted. hope you enjoy!

"Trey, what if we get caught?" Ryan was always so quick to assume the worst.

"Ryan," I started, "We won't get caught, but you might if you keep overthinking things."

"Hailey, this is grand theft auto. Real-life fucking grand theft auto, not the video game. Something seriously could go wrong." I just rolled my eyes in response. We had done this several times by now, jacking cars for parts. We needed the money, and of course driving around random cars was always fun. A way to blow off steam from the stress of everyday life.

Catching on to my facial expression, Trey slung his arm around my shoulder, "There's the spirit, Bambi." That was my designated nickname. It was a running joke, at first glance everyone assumed I was just an innocent little thing. It helped me get out of sticky situations. More than enough.

"Come on Ryan. Are you in? Or are you out?" Aforementioned boy sent a glare in my direction, willing me to change my mind. I just shook my head with a smile. No way out of this one.

One of Ryan's best qualities was his inability to say no to me. I was always dragging him into my messes, and thankfully he would always arrive with a mop in hand. Ready to clean up the disasters left in my wake. I could feel sorry for him, if I thought about it enough. But that's just it, I didn't.

If it weren't for me, we might be stuck living at this house, for the rest of our lives. No stories to tell, no anything, really. I can't live like this. And he shouldn't have to. Ryan was one of the good ones. And if I could find a way to get him out of here, he could establish himself, and pull me from these ashes.

"Fine. But," Here comes the ultimatum, "Hailey, you stay as far away as possible. You aren't getting thrown in a cell again." Oh, but it's fine if he does it?

All three of us had terrible track records. From fights to breaking and entering, the cops were our biggest fans around Chino. But now we had to be more careful than ever. Trey wasn't a minor anymore. While Ryan and I were each one way from juvie. Ryan had been on the fence for three months now. While I got my final warning just last week, for punching a guy in the nose. He had been trying to grind up against one of my friends, and she had repeatedly told him to fuck off. But to no avail. Ryan tried to hold me back, but I had slipped easily from his grasp, hitting my target so forcefully that his head snapped back and his nose was left bleeding and crooked.

****

Our target was a shiny, souped-out black sports car. I wanted her. I debated trying to convince Trey to let us keep it for a few days.

Ryan was still wary so Trey began to speak, "I'm your big brother. If I don't teach you this, then who will?" Then he smashed the window open. So much for keeping it for a little.

"I don't know Trey-"

"Hailey, get Ryan to get in the car or I will leave his ass for dead." Could have just told him that yourself. I wasn't Trey's biggest fan, but he got shit done. I admired that. Very resilient, the lot of us.

Ryan climbed into the passenger seat, while I took up the back. Situating myself in the middle, I had the perfect view and the empty streets we were about to race. Trey hotwired the car like it was nothing and we were on our way.

Except we didn't get very far before sirens started following us. Fuck.

"Trey pull over."

"Ryan- fuck off man no way."

I tried, "Trey, please. Maybe we can make a run for it."

Trey turned around to spat something at me, but swerved the wheel on accident, causing the car to smash into the building adjacent.

Kids, always wear your seatbelt. Especially if the driver is a fucking idiot. I flew from my seat, but Ryan's arm caught me and pushed me back. My head bounced off the seats. My ears started ringing, and I swear my neck almost snapped from the force.

Someone was talking, but I couldn't make out the words. Or the voice for that matter. But the flashing lights told me enough. I watched Ryan put his hands up, and look at me. He jerked his arms up a little and I got the memo.

With raised arms and my head spinning, I tried to prepare myself for the jail cell.

****

My neck hurt like no other when I awoke. One of the guards had been knocking against the bars, guess I hadn't heard him. He looked pissed. "Get up kid, Someone is here to see you." Who the fuck could that be?

With bleary eyes, I forced myself into a standing position. I held my wrists out so he could slap the cuffs on them before he led me to the visitation room.

Walking in, I spotted Ryan instantly. He was sitting with some older man, who had papers out in front of him.

Like he had some type of sixth sense, Ryan turned his head to face my direction, giving me a soft smile, happy I was alright. He was always the more worried one during this type of thing. He had a point though, girls are never treated the same.

Sitting down, he was quick to assure, "Bambi- you alright?"

I nodded, my throat feeling scratchy. He looked at me with concern, "How's your neck? The crash probably affected you more."

"I'm fine Ryan. Just a little banged up" I replied, voice sounding like hell.

I turned to face the newbie, who was watching our interaction like a hawk.

"Hailey, it's nice to meet you. My name is Sandy Cohen, and I have been appointed as your guy's public defender."

Having already thought about my fate all night, I wasn't feeling too hopeful. I just stared at him, with no expression. He didn't care if I rotted in prison for the rest of my life. No one did. Besides Ryan, but because of me, we would rot together.

Ryan asked about Trey, and that made me pay more attention. Was it bad, that I had forgotten about him? During my all-night freakout session, I hadn't once thought about how this would affect him. The only things on my mind had been about Ryan and I.

"Well, Trey is over eighteen. Trey stole a car, had a gun in his pants, an ounce of pot, and a couple of priors," He had a gun? "Trey is looking at anywhere from three to five years."

The man, Sandy, continued, "I'm not here for Trey. I'm here for you two. Ryan, your grades? Why is a smart kid like you in here right now?" Because of me. "And Hailey, you have community service written every which way. What, steal a car to help out the neighborhood?"

I couldn't help myself, "Something like that."

"She speaks." He laughed a little. I just stared at him. "Hailey, fighting? That doesn't seem like you. Ryan, truancy charges? Come on guys, why are you doing this to yourselves?"

Not receiving any answers, he trudged on, "What is your guys' plan for the future? College? Trade School? Anything?" This guy was trying so hard to remain hopeful for us. What a joke.

But- if we're really being honest, his questioning was making me a little sad. I had no future. Never really did. But Ryan? God, Ryan could do so much. I think I might be sick.

I guess my face cracked, losing it's blank expression in exchange for desperate eyes. If you looked extra close, my lip was sure to be quivering. If Trey were here, he would have laughed at me. He didn't take too kindly to emotions. Ryan learned that quicker than I did growing up, which is why his expression never faltered.

"Mr. Cohen, with all due respect, modern medicine is advancing to the point where the average human life expectancy will be one hundred. But I read this article that said social security was bound to run out by the year of 2025. Which means people are going to have to stay in their jobs until they're eighty. So, we don't want to commit to anything too soon."

Sandy laughed, but persisted, "Look, I can plead this down to a misdemeanor. Petty fine, probation. But seriously guys, stealing a car because your big brother wanted you to it's stupid and weak. Two things, neither of you can afford to be right now." Well, actually we can't afford to be anything right now- fancy lawyer ass. "We three are cut from the same cloth. I know it may not look like it right now, but I was once in your position."

I cut him off, done with whatever this was supposed to be, "And look at you now, hot shot." He hadn't expected that. Just a minute ago I looked ready to crumble, but now I was turning my desperation into anger. I just wanted this to be over.

****

Mr. Cohen managed to get us out, shortly after. Now the sun was blaring down on us. I had Ryan on one side, and Mr. Cohen on the other.

"My office will be in contact to remind you of your court date."

"Got it," Ryan answered, as our mother's car screeched up to us.

She stumbled out and thrust her poorly manicured finger into my face. "Unbelievable! This is the kind of family I got. Pathetic!"

Mr. Cohen looked like he was the one getting publically berated. "Ms. Atwood? My name is Sandy Cohen. I am Ryan and Hailey's attorney."

"You should have let them rot in there. Just like their daddy. Just like their stupid brother." Then she grabbed my wrist, pulling me to the car, "Let's go! Now!"

I was already buckled in, not wanting a re-run of last night, before Ryan got in. His hand reached back, and I took the tiny card from him.

It was Mr. Cohen's card.

****

Once back at the house, a pit of dread formed in my gut.

Mom had already poured herself another drink, before she turned her attention onto us, "I can't do this anymore."

"I'm sorry Mom," I answered almost immediately. I was always the one apologizing first. I hated myself for it, yet every time I couldn't help myself. The Bambi nickname was more accurate than most people knew. Deep down, I desperately craved some sort of parental figure's love. Dad left, and Mom only cared when it benefited her.

"I want you out! Both of you."

"What?" I stuttered, tears springing to my eyes immediately. Hearing my wavering voice, Ryan was quick to grasp my hand, assuring me we would be fine. She didn't mean it. She never meant it. But the what-ifs always pestered me.

"Come on Mom, where do you expect us to go?"

Her boyfriend answered for her, "You heard her. Out! Now!"

Ryan was pissed, all of mom's boyfriend always treated us like shit. "This isn't your house, man."

"Oh, you think you're a tough guy, huh?"

Ryan's grasp on my hand tightened, and then he dropped it.

"Both of you, stop it." Mom tried, weakly.

But Ryan couldn't help himself, "Why don't you get the fuck out and stop freeloading off our mom."

The guy punched Ryan square in the nose, so hard that my brother stumbled back into me. I saw red.

I stepped out from behind Ryan and went to make my mark, but the guy was quick. He caught my fist in the air, twirling my arm around behind my back, then shoved me to the ground. My lip caught the corner of the side table, and I felt blood start to fill my mouth.

I felt someone lift me from the floor, knowing Ryan was the only one who would touch me after that. If I thought my head hurt before, then this was hell on earth.

We were out the door in minutes. Making quick to get the hell out of dodge.

****

No one wanted to house us. Ryan tried everyone we knew. I tried everyone and their mothers, and yet all we got was rejection. I had one last try, and my money dried up. Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out the card we received just hours beforehand.

How did it get this fucked, so fast?

I showed the card to Ryan who just nodded, what other choice did we have. Sure the park benches were always an option, but after last time? No way.

Mr. Cohen was the only one to pick up.

****

The house we pulled up to was something straight out of a movie. I didn't even realize people actually lived like this. Talk about growing up on the wrong side of the tracks.

We were just about to go inside before Mr. Cohen stopped us and told us to wait just a little.

Not having any other options we nodded our heads.

Ryan started walking down the driveway, pulling his pack of cigs from his jeans pockets. I followed him down, waiting for him to finish lighting up.

Once he took his first puff, he looked down at my puppy dog eyes. He smoked but hated it when I did it. But I guess he was feeling sorry for me because he handed me his pack.

He turned his gaze ahead of him, so I took one out. Then after a second thought, I took a few more out, hiding them in my jacket pocket.

"Put them back." He chided.

Damn, I thought I was safe. I put most of them back, keeping an extra one. He turned and gave me a look, not having my antics.

"Please, Ryan. Just this once."

"You're getting your once right now," He said, sneaking his hand into the pocket to retrieve his stolen goods. Then he offered me the light and allowed me a taste of heaven.

Looking up, I spotted a girl across us. She was staring at Ryan. Of course, she was staring at Ryan.

Feeling a little out of place, I made my way up the driveway again. These rich people need to lock up their homes more carefully.

I made my way through the backyard, careful not to fall into the gigantic fucking pool in the middle. If I had a house like this, I would swim every night.

I continued snooping around and noticed the back door to the house was also unlocked. I stubbed out the rest of my cigarette and made my way inside.

Making my way around the corner, I was caught by the owners. And Ryan.

"There she is, girl of the hour. Thank you for gracing us with your presence." Mr. Cohen joked, while his wife looked like her head might pop off at any minute.

Sheepishly, I waved my hand and made my way to stand next to Ryan.

"You must be Hailey," the woman said, offering her hand. I shook it while nodding my head. "Great, well, you two will be staying in the pool house. Which I'm sure you have already found." Touche.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cohen." Ryan and I said in unison like the Shinning Twins.

The rest of the night was spent in said pool house. I had wanted to keep wandering, but Ryan wouldn't allow it. So instead we both tried sleeping, tried being the keyword.

****

I woke before Ryan did. Odd, because normally it was the other way around.

Tip-toeing around his sleeping form, I successfully exited the pool house.

I wasn't alone for long before, I heard a slight shriek. Looking inside the house, I saw two doe eyes staring back at me. Then I let out my own shriek. Who the hell is that?

He was clearly younger than Mr. Cohen, but I wasn't aware they had a kid. Unless they didn't, and this was some sort of looter.

Sliding open the door that separated us, the boy stepped outside, ready to question me. But I beat him to it, "Who the hell are you?"

"Huh- Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you? Why are you in my backyard?"

"Wait, you live here?" So not a looter, my first theory was proving to be more accurate.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, "But you don't live here. And you're pretty, but with the cut on your lip, I'm assuming you aren't here to befriend me. So please leave before I get my lawyer dad to throw your ass in jail."

"Well your lawyer dad, just helped get my ass out of jail. So I feel pretty good about my standing with him right now."

This made him falter, "Wait, aren't you supposed to be a boy?"

I just raised my eyebrow at him.

"Sorry, my mistake. I must have heard wrong last night," then to save his ass, he extended his hand, "Truce?"

"Sure, spaz." and I put my hand in his. We awkwardly shook hands for longer than necessary, before I pulled away.

"Seth, but close enough. Wanna play video games?"

****

We played on his living room floor for about thirty minutes before Ryan caught us.

"What the hell Hailey, you left?" Seth swerved his head toward the intruder so fast, that I was worried he was gonna get whiplash.

Answering the question I knew was on the brunette's lips, I said, "Technically Ryan, I didn't leave. I relocated."

I looked to Seth, with his big questioning eyes, "Seth, meet Ryan. Ryan meets Seth. You two are like opposite sides of a coin." Then I smiled at Ryan, mouthing "sorry".

"Hi, Ryan. I wasn't aware there were two of you." That last bit was directed to me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, you want to play?"

****

In the next few hours, I received a lot of information. Seth was in love with Summer, a girl, not the season. Ryan was in love with Marissa, the girl from last night. But most importantly, Kirsten, the woman from last night, was in love with playing dress up.

We were currently residing in her room after she insisted that Ryan and I should attend the fashion show later that night. She had heard that Ryan was invited and thought that meant I would want to go too.

Don't get me wrong, in another life, I would eat this up. But, I didn't have high hopes for trying to fit into this richy rich society.

Kirsten had loaned me a dress, light pink silk that dropped down to my knees, with an asymmetrical hem at the bottom.

"That looks great" she smiled. Catching her gaze in the mirror, I tried to smile, but it looked more like I was in pain. She wasn't wrong, it did look great. Probably the greatest I have and would ever look. But I just felt so empty.

No empty was the wrong word. I felt too much, like one wrong breeze and I would fall off the cliff I was on.

"Thank you for the dress. And for your hospitality."

She made her way behind me, patting my back gently, "Come on sweetheart, the boys are probably waiting."

****

"Welcome to the dark side." Seth introduced. We had arrived at the function, and I was trying to stay mindful of why I was invited.

The show started soon after we took our seats. Ryan's Barbie doll, the model-faced girlfriend came out first. Then a slightly shorter brunette bounced out after, and Seth turned to whisper in my ear, "That's Summer." Of course, it was.

He tilted his head slightly to look at me, waiting for my approval. I gave him a thumbs up, then brought my lips up to the shell of his ear, "She's really pretty Cohen. Watch out, I might just steal her from you."

Pulling back, I looked at him and we erupted into giggles.

Once we turned our attention back to the show, I noticed that Summer had already gone back. So much for Seth's five-second glance at her.

I turned back to him one last time, ready to mouth "sorry", but he was already looking at me. I proceeded anyway, but with my cheeks heating up. He just shrugged his shoulders, then reached out to turn my head back.

After the show, Seth and I managed to be separated from the rest of the group. After failing to find our group, we lingered off to the side.

"You know, you could have been up there tonight." he started.

I looked up at him and gave him a smile, "Really? I was thinking the same about you. I could totally see you swinging your hips to be beat up there."

His cheeks turned red, but before he could come up with another witty comeback, Ryan found us. "Guys, we should go to that girl Holly's house. She's throwing a party."

"A party? No- no I'm good actually. I like my house."

Never one to back down from a party I said, "Come on Cohen, what if Summer is there."

That got his attention, cheeks turning brighter by the second.

"Come on!" A girl from the back of the car ahead called out.

Looking at Seth one more time, I wiggled my eyebrows and started walking back. "Come on Seth, you heard the girl." Then I turned on my heel and got into the car.

Looking around, I noticed a certain brunette bombshell was sitting right next to me. She offered me her hand and I accepted, "I'm Summer. You're Ryan's sister right?"

"That's so close, you almost knew my name!" She looked embarrassed and I felt guilty. "I'm Hailey, and yes, I am Ryan's sister."

"Awesome!"

****

I had been at the party for about an hour now, and still no sign of the boys. Not that I had searched too hard for them. Instead, my eyes had spotted the booze fairly quickly, and that ended up with me dancing with some guy. He was cute, but not cute enough for me to stop thinking about Seth. I hoped he actually came out. He needs to experience life a little.

Parting ways with the guy, I motioned to the drinks and he followed suit.

Then I spotted just who I was looking for. "Seth!" I stumbled over to him.

He turned around fairly fast and caught me as I thrust myself into him, going for a hug but failing. He laughed and held me up, hands on my waist. "Hailey!"

"You have a boyfriend?" A voice interrupted.

"Boy-boyfriend, no, no I'm sorry," Seth said to my former dance partner. Who ignored the boy, looking at me instead.

I was bored of him so I just nodded my head and then turned to ignore him.

He must have left as I made my way to get another drink because Seth came to stand right next to me. "How much have you had to drink?" He asked.

"How much have you had to drink?" I tried to counter. He just laughed at me, before a commotion erupted outside.

Noticing Ryan wasn't near us, I had a sneaking suspicion that he might be involved in whatever was transpiring outside. I tried getting through the crowded kitchen, but between being slightly more than drunk and being shoved back by unsuspecting elbows, I wasn't making it very far.

Seth, noticing I hadn't made it as far as he had, turned back to grasp my hand, and then pulled me through.

Once we got outside, I watched Ryan get knocked in the face by some blonde douchebag who shouted, "Welcome to the O.C. bitch!"

What the fuck is happening?

****

We left the party quickly after.

Coming out of the bathroom, I felt refreshed after being able to take a hot shower. Ryan and Seth were sat on the couch by the bed, talking about the night.

When I came out, both boys looked at me and then held up snacks.

We talked and giggled for a while until each one of us had our eyes closing by themselves. Seth had been curled up on one side of the couch for a while now. Any minute and he would be out like a light.

I excused myself to use the bathroom one last time, as Ryan went out for another smoke.

When I came out, albeit I took a little longer than anticipated Ryan and his Barbie doll were curled up on the bed. Damn. That was my spot.

My only other option was the floor, or the side of the couch that Cohen fist rested on. I made my way to the couch, gently pushing his legs to the side, trying to get the pillow that he rested on. I figured the floor was a safer place than being kicked in the head in the middle of the night.

I was trying to be subtle, not wake the sleeping boy, but he foiled my plans. "What are you doing?" he whispered soft, voice clogged with drowsiness.

"Nothing, go back to bed."

He sat up, rubbing at his eyes the way a small child would, "Seriously, Hailey, are you sleeping on the floor?" he questioned.

He made a move to get up, but I placed my hands on his shoulders pushing down slightly. "Seriously, I'm not letting you take the floor. If you're going to be so stubborn, just sleep on the couch with me."

"Cohen, I don't want your freakishly long legs to kick me."

"They won't. Just come on," he said, removing my hands from his shoulders so he could scoot over. "See, enough room for two."

I debated it for a second, I had never slept in the same spot as a boy. But Cohen took my silence as rejection and immediately moved to stand. "I'm sorry, I- I should take the floor."

"No!" I was quick to interject.

"No?"

"No- just lay down again."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive Cohen."

And with that, he laid back down and opened up his arms. I crawled next to him, my back to his chest. He encircled by frame, "Is this okay?" I nodded in response, feeling the sleep hit almost immediately.

****

"Look, Ryan, Hailey, I'm sorry. I don't mean to play bad cop, It's nothing personal," Kirsten started.

Just minutes ago she had burst into the pool house, furious in only a way a mother can be. She didn't even question the fact that I was in her sons arms, only glaring at him and pointing behind her.

Seth got the hint and removed himself from me, following his mom back into the house like a scolded puppy.

Ryan and I made our way in shortly after, headed for the kitchen for one last meal before we were inevitably kicked out.

"I'm sorry, you two seem like such nice kids."

"It's okay, we get it," Ryan answered.

She was nice enough to allow us to stay by the Seth, so we made the trek upstairs.

Knocking on the door, I entered first. "We have to go," I told him.

"You're leaving?" he questioned, clearly sad.

Ryan spoke up, "We have to take care of some things back home."

Seth got up and shook Ryans out stretched hand. They did a typical boy handshake, before turning to me.

Seth and I looked at each other, unsure of what to do. I made the first move, going in to wrap my arms around his waist. I felt him stiffen at first, and then he reciprocated my motion.

When we pulled away he said, "Well, I can't wait to come visit you guys down in Chino. You can show me your world."

****

Our world no longer existed.

Once we pulled up to the house, Ryan and I were met with the shell of our home. Abandoned with a single poorly written letter.

Awesome.

"Come on." Mr. Cohen, our savior, to the rescue once again.

Back to exploring Seth's world instead.

****

A/N: holy fuck this took so long to write. but- yipee!! thank you for reading <3

[demona-andariel]

A Simple Act of Kindness - 2 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,121

Chapter 2 - Mine

Elizabeth groggily opened her eyes. Her head thumped with a small headache as she tried to remember what had happened. She’d been in a car accident, and then was eating dinner with her rescuers when she got lightheaded.

Sitting up, she let out a startled cry. Her hands were tied over her head. She was laying in the middle of the shorter side of the bed. Her legs were dangling off the edge. She looked up and tugged on her restraints. Leather straps were tied around each wrist, it seemed like the straps were tied under the bed.

She moved again, frowning as she realized her clothing felt different. She looked down at herself. She was wearing what seemed to be a very dirty, once white but now beige wedding dress.

“What?” she asked to herself.

“Oh good,” Luda Mae said as she opened the door and stepped inside.

“What is going on? What the fuck?” A sharp sting against her cheek surprised her as Luda Mae backhanded her. 

“Now, I don’t wish to do that again, dear. But you should really watch your mouth,” she reprimanded. “A nice sweet thing like you.”

Fear ran through Elizabeth. “Please, don’t do this,” she whispered.

Luda Mae just smiled at her. “I’m so excited and happy that you’ll be joining our family.”

“What are you talking about?” Elizabeth was confused, frustrated and afraid. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said as she sat down on the bed next to Elizabeth. “I was listening to what ya said about your family. And we can be the family you need.”

“I have a family,” Elizabeth countered. “Yeah my parents are idiots, but they’re still my parents. And the rest of my family are really nice, decent people.” 

Luda Mae shook her head. “Parents who kick their children out of the house aren’t worthy. Especially since you have such a lovely and kind soul.” Luda Mae ran her hand along Elizabeth’s hair. “Now, I have a very important question for you. Are you a virgin?”

Elizabeth’s heart dropped. “No,” she lied, hoping that would change her situation.

Luda Mae’s eyes sparkled as she patted Elizabeth’s stomach. “Don’t worry. It’ll be uncomfortable at first. But you’ll soon realize that we’re the best family for you.”

“Please, don’t do this to me,” Elizabeth couldn’t help but beg. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Luda Mae watched her for a moment, slowly tracing her face. Then she roughly pinched her fingers around Elizabeth’s chin, holding her tightly. “You need to understand something, honey. You have Thomas to thank for your life.” Her eyes flashed with malice. Then she let a smile cross her face, letting Elizabeth go. “Trust me, dear. You’re going to enjoy your life with us.”

 Elizabeth’s body shook. “Please, I’m not a bad person.”

Luda Mae’s eyes lit up. “Exactly, honey.” She got up, patting Elizabeth’s stomach again then left the room, humming to herself.

The moment the door closed, Elizabeth began to struggle again. She had to escape. She raised her legs up and turned so that she was kneeling on the bed. The straps twisted her arms, but that didn’t stop her from pulling. 

The sound of the door opening made her turn her attention to it. Thomas, the largest man she’d ever seen, stood there. He stepped in closing the door behind him.  “Please, no,” she cried. The tears flowing down her face. “T… Thomas, right? I beg you. Please, let me go.” She scooted back, trying to get away from him, but the bed was by the wall.

The man stared at her for a brief moment, cocking his head to one side. The darkened room made it hard for her to see him, but she could see the outline of his mask. He wore a suit and tie, as if they were on some sort of date. Or.. she was wearing a wedding dress. His mother had set her up to be his bride.  

He moved slowly, carefully. She tried to make herself as small and as far from him as possible, pressing herself up against the wall. Maybe he’d have compassion. 

Finally, he stopped in front of the bed. Elizabeth bit her lip. Was this it? He sat down, his weight dipping the bed so that her legs slipped down to touch his body. He hesitated then slowly, he touched her leg. She gulped, her heart beat wildly in her chest. She couldn’t move. 

He seemed fascinated by the smoothness of her skin. 

“Thomas,” she said softly, not daring to move. Maybe, she could convince him not to do this.

He stopped petting her and looked at her. 

“Your mask.” If she could somehow connect with him, maybe-

He reached up and touched his mask. 

“Can I see your face?”  It was hard to make out his facial features. The room was getting darker. He looked over at the covered window, then ever so slowly, took off his mask. He didn’t look at her immediately, but finally, he turned. She could barely make out what his face looked like in the darkened room, but it was clear that he was disfigured. She gulped, but pushed her fear to the back of her mind. 

He was watching her. Watching the way she reacted. Then, he slowly leaned in. She didn’t move as he planted a wet kiss on her cheek. Her body shook as tears began to stream down her face. One of his big hands grabbed her breast, squeezing it. His other hand gently touched her face then brushed her hair. He leaned in to kiss her mouth, but she automatically pulled away.

Her mind raced. If she showed him too much affection he could take it the wrong way, but not enough and he for sure would get angry. “I’m so sorry that others have treated you so poorly, but doing this will make you just as bad as them,” she stated.

He leaned back and stood up, much to her surprise and relief. Maybe she had gotten through to him. 

His hands went up to his tie as he loosened then took it off. She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. She couldn’t help but let out a cry of despair as he undid his belt. Desperately, she tugged at the leather straps that kept her bound to the bed. 

He paused, then grabbed her legs and pulled her to him, causing her arms to go over her head. She struggled, till she realized she’d ended up putting her legs on either side of him. He leaned in, rubbing his erection in between her legs. It was then that she realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She’d been so preoccupied with trying to reason and then escape she hadn’t noticed. Much to her relief, he still had his on, for now. His hand pulled on the low-cut wedding dress she was wearing till her breasts popped up and out over the fabric. 

He groaned at the sight of them and grabbed them. Her nipples perked up at the cool air, and he playfully teased them, rubbing and pinching them. Her body automatically reacted and she let in a gasp as a sensation ran from her nipples to her core. Her body was starting to betray her.  

Flesh brushed against her pussy and she realized that his cock was peaking through his underwear.

“No!” she cried out. Somehow, she managed to bunch her legs between them and kicked him in the chest.

A grumbling anger rumbled through him as he stumbled back. She tried to scramble away, but he was quick.

He flipped her onto her back and pulled her back to him, putting himself between her legs, and placing his body weight on her.

“Please, Thomas, don’t,” Elizabeth begged. The tears were streaming down her face. He reached out, gently touching her cheek. His other hand held onto his cock. She could feel the tip of his cock as he slowly brushed it up and down her slit. She tensed. He pushed. 

Throwing her head back, she squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to breath. He was too big. And he hadn’t fully prepared her. She could hear him struggling, his breathing deepening as he kept trying to force himself in. She clenched onto her restraints, trying to tighten herself even more. “You’re hurting me!” she couldn’t help but cry out as she felt herself being painfully stretched. To her surprise, he pulled back.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was looking at her, and then at himself as if he were trying to figure out what to do. Would he change his mind? Did she win? Was her pussy just too small for him? His large cock was still hard in his right hand. She couldn’t imagine it was easy for him. Still, she couldn’t relax. 

He moved over to the nightstand and opened up a drawer, pulling out a butcher’s knife. Fear and relief filled up inside of her. Maybe he’d kill her instead. She didn’t want to die. But between that and getting raped, she’d rather he kill her. 

Gently, and slowly he used the butcher’s knife to cut through the dress. Her breathing hitched as she tried not to move. Too afraid to get injured, despite a small part of her wanting to die. Once he got to the end, he easily ripped the rest of the dress and it dropped useless on either side of her, completely revealing her naked body. She shivered in fear, there was no way to cover herself up.

He positioned himself between her legs again, but then reached up towards her. He used his left hand to touch her face, moving his fingers across her lips then down her neck. He examined her neck, sending chills through her body. She gulped and he watched in fascination.

A jolt of electricity seemed to fire from inside her as his right hand went between her folds and touched her clit. Her hips automatically bucked. 

“Thomas,” she breathed, hoping that he didn’t notice her body’s response. She clenched the leather straps again. “I don’t want this. Please.”

His left hand continued his assault on her body, first examining one breast then the other, while his right hand felt around her clit. He moved his hand down her belly, slowly tracing the burned scar she had there. He seemed surprised that more of her was imperfect. His eyes met hers and then he leaned down and kissed her belly. If it were a completely different situation she would have been ecstatic and happy that a man would find her scars sexy.

One of his fingers slipped inside of her, and she tried to move away. But his other hand pressed down on her as did his body.  

“Please, stop!” she begged. The tightness in the bottom of her belly seemed to contract, as butterflies filled her stomach.

She bit her lip and tried to struggle again, but her energy was already disappearing. His left hand went back up to her breasts, slowly massaging and teasing them. He flicked her nipples and lightly twisted them till they were pointy. His right hand turned so that his thumb could rub her clit while he pushed the tip of another finger in her. She let out a moan, her hips moving of their own accord as he slowly massaged her inner walls. She couldn’t hold back her responses as the feeling in her belly intensified. Then a third finger joined the other two. 

She moaned loudly, as her breathing deepened and her body moved, digging his fingers deeper into her as he massaged her inner walls. She’d masturbated many times, using vibrators and bullets on herself. But she’d never put anything inside of herself. Although she had been tempted. Then, she felt it. She was on the edge, just a little bit more and…

Thomas took his hand away from her, an involuntary groan of disappointment came out of her mouth. She couldn’t believe herself. She watched, as he brought his glistening hand to his nose and smelled her. Then he licked his fingers, tasting her. 

She shuddered. He looked at her, then reached out, placing his fingers near her lips. She could smell herself as well as him. She knew what he wanted her to do. She wanted to defy him. Spit on him, bite his fingers. Instead, fear of what he’d do to her replaced her fighting spirit. She opened her mouth. He put his fingers in her mouth almost too far in, making her gag a little. He pulled his hand away and she quivered below him. 

Was that a smile?

“Mine,” he growled as he started to push into her. She hadn’t noticed how close he was again. Didn’t realize that his left hand had left her breast and had gone to his cock to help him push into her. She couldn’t help but tense, not that it mattered. His fingers had opened her up enough that his cock could squeeze through.

His cock slowly, but steadily entered her pussy. She cried out, trying to get away from the invading object, but there was no stopping this. She arched her back, trying to do something about the pain. He pushed her down with one hand to stop her from fighting. The tears were back. He paused and began to pull back. Just the tip of him was in. He made slow shallow thrusts, watching her, head cocked again. A whimper escaped her lips. 

His hands rubbed her thighs. He pulled her toward him, while at the same time pushing forward fully embedding himself in her. She screamed, arching her back again as if that would help her escape him. The coupling was unlike anything she expected. An intimate act of something foreign lodged inside of her. He hovered over her, looking into her eyes. Why her? What had she done to deserve this? She’d tried to be nice. She’d tried to treat him like a human being. He reached up and caressed her face again. Slowly, he lowered his hand, thumb rubbing against her throat for a little bit as he slowly squeezed to her terror. But he didn’t linger long, going back to her breasts and then stomach, slowly touching the burn scars she had. Her skin wasn’t sensitive there, but she was fully aware, watching him. He continued to slowly roam down her body. She followed till they both looked at their union. 

She realized he hadn’t moved as he allowed her to get used to his cock. And then, he slowly slid back. He touched her clit, stimulating a moan from her as she squeezed her muscles around him. He groaned, bending down. More of his skin was on her.   

When he pulled his hand away she saw there was a little bit of blood. Her blood. Virginity was a silly thing in her mind. But she never had the time to have sex. And she just wanted it to be somewhat special. Not forcibly taken from her. Even if she weren’t a virgin she had a feeling he would have made her bleed. His cock was too big, filling her too much. 

Her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing haggard. 

She bit her lip to try to stop from crying out. No doubt the rest of the family had been listening. Whimpering instead. It burned a little. But she could hear the wet sound of her body-liquids helping him as he pushed back into her, slapping his skin against hers. His ballsack smacking her ass. His hands stayed on her thighs, holding her tightly as if she could run away. 

Her body was betraying her, helping her rapist get easier access and pleasure from her.

He let out a moan and groan, hands reaching up and grabbing her breasts. They didn’t stay there long. Leaning down, He started roaming her body. All she could do was clench harder on the straps keeping her down. She heard herself whimper and moan as he looked for other areas in her body that would make her do something different.

The orgasm he had so cruelly stopped from happening started to bloom again with more vigor. Although she’d been fighting it. She realized that his cock was rubbing against the right spot in her every time he went in and out. The sensation of being completely full seemed to enhance her body’s response. The pain from him viciously thrusting into her was becoming a distant memory as her primal mind began to work its magic.

Standing up straight, he watched her as her breasts moved back and forth with each thrust he made. He increased his speed, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of her wrapped around his cock. 

Her hips automatically moved with him as her body desperately sought release. He increased his pace as if trying to give her what she wanted. It was too much and not enough. 

A jolt rushed through and she let out a cry as his hand brushed her clit. He’d know that seemed to be what had excited her earlier. Rubbing her clit, she couldn't help but moan, clenching her muscles around him. 

He let out a moan of excitement, increasing his pace. Her primal mind won as the knot that had been growing inside of her reached its verge and unraveled. Sending waves of pleasure through her body. She bit her cheek to keep from crying out, but her rapid, deep breaths, clenching muscles, and spasming body clearly indicated she was having an orgasm.

Thomas picked up his pace and then let out a cry, making one last deep push into her. He leaned his head down so that his forehead was on her stomach as he tried to catch his breath. She felt a sense of warmth as he came in her. 

The tears returned as he slowly pulled back. His cock slipped out of her pussy with ease. He reached over and picked up his cleaver. So, it was rape and then murder. At least, she wouldn’t have to live long with the knowledge of what he’d done to her. She closed her eyes, hoping the pain would be quick.

The leather straps that kept her bound were loosened. She looked up, realizing that he had freed her. Before she could react, he slipped two fingers in her. She bit her cheek to keep from crying out at the invasion. When he pulled this out, she could see that they had some of his cum on them. He reached over and held his fingers over her mouth, looking at her expectantly. 

She let her lips open enough for him to put his fingers in her mouth. She wanted to puke, but didn’t, afraid of what he’d do next. 

“Mine.”

Chapter 3 - The Next Day

[yourarmsmyhome]

Okay, had to work through the worrying news, by writing things...

Here is a short little story, mostly fluffy and comforting but with some anxiety sprinkled in, because that's how I process my own.

Minsung-centric because I love my little chopsticks, but others are mentioned too. And I hope with all my heart that everybody involved is actually doing okay and it's as minor as JYPE announced.

Didn't proofread cause I do not care right now, but feel free to point out the mistakes if you want to :)

Baiii

They were in the studio when the call from their manager came in. It was late, or early, depending on who was being asked. For a second Jisung thought Chan wouldn't pick up, they were almost finished with the last edits to one of the comeback tracks, and they both wanted to be done for the day. There was a moment of hesitation, but then Chan accepted the call and put the phone on speaker.

"Everything okay?"

There was a rustling noise on the other side of the line, followed by a lot of voices in the background, before they could finally hear their manager "Chan-ah, bad news, we're in the hospital, there was a small accident."

Jisung's heart dropped, he jumped up from the chair he was sitting on, making it tumble over with a loud rattle in the process. Chan, held his hand out for Jisung to hold onto, waiting for more information, anything else.

The manager took another breath, before continuing: "Sorry to call you this late, but I think there's going to be a bunch of changes in the schedule. And I know you like to be informed right away. Everybody's getting checked up now, so we should know details soon, but I still wanted to call."

Chan's voice was raspy when he shook himself out of his stupor "How bad was the accident?"

Jisung's hand darted to his phone, he hadn't checked it in the last few hours because they were in the zone. He thumbed through a few notifications, before landing on a text from Minho: 'Hi Jagiya, finally on our way home. Hope you had a good studio session.'

Jisung was shaking, he couldn't hear the manager's response, or Chan's further inquiries. His throat went dry, throat and chest constricting, his breathing growing more and more shallow. What if something really bad happened, what if they could never perform again, what if they couldn't be Stray Kids anymore, what if Minho got terribly hurt, what if he couldn't dance anymore, what if they would lose everything they worked so hard for, what if something terrible happened, what if they died, what if. Chan was in front of him, holding his shoulders, eyes fixated on Jisung's face, he was saying something but Jisung had to blink multiple times and shake himself free from the looping thoughts to finally hear.

"Hannie, they're okay, they're going to be okay. It was a small accident, they're bruised and shaken up, they're being checked for anything serious but they're okay. You're okay Hannie! Come on breathe with me!"

Chan wrapped him into a tight hug and started breathing in deeply, gently counting to 4, holding for 4, breathing out for 4, holding for 4. After a few rounds Jisung's brain finally recalibrated and allowed him to relax into Chan's arms.

"Can we? Can we go see them?"

Chan nodded his head, "Manager-nim send me the address. He said they should be done soon but to text him if we're on our way, so we can go now if you want."

Jisung nodded "Please Chan Hyung, can we please go?"

Chan just grabbed Jisung by the arm and pulled them out the door. The cab ride was way too slow, Jisung's knee trembling, his hands flexing and unflexing, knuckles white from the pressure of his nails digging into his palms, eyes staring out the window but not registering anything. Chan's side was silent, except for the soft notification sounds of texts coming in. When they got to the hospital, Jisung darted out of the car, only to realize that he didn't know where to go and was again stopped in his tracks, breath coming in in short bursts, his lips pulled between his teeth.

Chan was next to him a few seconds later, grabbing him by the arm and leading him into the brightly light hospital. They stopped at the front desk for a moment, the conversations like jibberish to Jisung's brain, then they were moving again, taking an elevator, walking through a corridor, until they finally knocked on a door. Jisung's breath caught once it opened and a tired but standing Minho opened the door. Everything released in him in that moment, a sob pushing it's way out of his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks. And Minho was there, arms wrapped tightly around Jisung, warm hands on his back, Minho's scent mixed with desinfectant and hospital air in Jisung's nose, his voice reaching the deepest places in Jisung's heart.

"I'm okay Jagi! We're all okay!" Jisung sobbed against Minho's neck again, not allowing their embrace to losen, not allowing Minho to leave him for one second.

"I'm sorry we scared you Jagiya, my phone broke in the accident and it's just been non stop. I wish I could have called you or texted you to tell you that I'm okay. Please breathe baby. Hyunjin and Seungmin are next door waiting for results, but we're all okay. Thank you for coming though." Minho smiled against Jisung's cheek and pressed a soft kiss against the heated skin.

Jisung's body felt fuzzy, not real, like he was a ghost floating in Minho's embrace, alive, still alive, slowly connecting the dots, reconnecting with the sensations of his body. Slowly remembering how to breath, how to blink, how to feel Minho's body pressed against his own, and then finally the thought sunk in. Everyhing was mostly okay, his friends were okay, his Minho was okay. Everything was going to be okay!

[clottedcreamtea]

chapter 11!!! sorry ive been absent if anyone reads these fanfic cahpters on here???

i got in a car crash and that was actually minor but then the semester started killing me (engineering major if i hadn't said that already!) and i only just got back into my cookie run hobby! so enjoy a silly chapter as i keep writing this! (this is the home stretch really. probably 5 more chapters max?)

"NO!” 

Royal Milk Tea Cookie shot up from where he was laying with a scream, eyes teary and voice hoarse. A giant wave of pain struck his body full force, and the scream of fear quickly shifted into a scream of excruciating pain.

“The painkillers must be wearing off,” A voice quickly noted from beside Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s bed. “Nurse! Please refill the IV!” 

IV? Nurse? Royal Milk Tea Cookie furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to remember what had happened to leave him feeling so awful in his body. 

“Hey, sweetheart!” The Cookie that had called in the nurse was now speaking directly toward the blue-eyed Cookie. He did his best to maintain eye contact, but the way the Cookie was looking at him made him feel almost as though he was a child again. It was patronizing, to say the least. “Are you feeling alright? You shot up with quite a shout!”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie thought back to the dream… no, nightmare. What was it about? A wedding? And some monster crashing it? “Yeah,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie shrugged, flinching at the movement and regretting his reaction. “Yes. I’m okay. Where am I?”

The nurse, refilling the jam IV, shared a concerned look with the doctor Royal Milk Tea Cookie was speaking to. The doctor cleared her throat before speaking. “You’re in the hospital wing of the Hollyberry Kingdom. Do you remember why you’re here?”

The Hollyberry Kingdom? Royal Milk Tea Cookie scoffed. Why was he so far from home? “Um, no?”

A sharp inhale of breath was heard from behind Royal Milk Tea Cookie and the doctor quickly shooed the nurse away. She looked back to her patient and took his hands in hers. “You’re here with several of your friends from the Creme Republic. You were in a very bad accident yesterday and your friends are all very worried.”

“Accident?” The Oyster heir repeated, confused. 

“Yes, sweetheart. You’re covered in bandages in the hospital wing right now. Do you remember what happened to you?” 

Royal Milk Tea Cookie shook his head slowly, trying his best to think back to the previous day. There was a nice bedroom, and there were lots of people in the courtyard on the way to his room… someone else was there. Maybe it was the librarian he spoke to in the museum wing? 

The doctor sighed through her nostrils and patted Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s crisp hands as she flattened her white pants and prepared to leave the room, adjusting a few medical instruments surrounding the prince’s hospital bed. “There’s a lot to catch you up on, but I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed right now,” She approached the door but didn’t yet turn the golden handle. Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt like that gold color looked familiar for some reason. “Would you feel comfortable having a visitor? Or do you want to wait for a bit? I know you just woke up.”

This was confusing. Royal Milk Tea Cookie didn’t feel overwhelmed and had no idea what had happened to put him where he was. People were with him? An accident? A visitor? Everything made his brain feel muddy and unable to focus. Even so, maybe seeing someone he was traveling with would help him realize what was happening. He slowly nodded as he answered. “Yeah,” He said, tentatively. “Yeah, I’m alright with a visitor.”

The doctor nodded in response. She smiled a knowing smile, as if there was something Royal Milk Tea Cookie was forgetting. He ignored it. “Alright. Give me just a moment and then I’ll send him in.”

The door opened and then shut behind the doctor, and Royal Milk Tea Cookie could see her silhouette in the windows of the hospital room as another Cookie approached her. There were murmurs, likely of the doctor telling whoever this “him” was that Royal Milk Tea Cookie was completely stupid and couldn’t remember anything from the previous day. Or however long it had been since he’d been away from home. Seriously, why was he even in the Hollyberry Kingdom? The blue-eyed Cookie rolled his eyes and went to roll onto his side before shouting at the pain he had just imbued onto himself through his poor choice of actions. 

The hospital door quickly swung open, nearly flying off its hinges, as what Royal Milk Tea Cookie could only describe as a God among Cookies rushed into the room. He could feel his mouth drop open and jam fill his face as he watched every small movement this Cookie made. His hair was a wonderful cream color, his eyes a wonderful green, though they had bags so heavy under them that Royal Milk Tea Cookie could have packed a week’s worth of clothing them. Regardless, this Cookie was gorgeous, and Royal Milk Tea Cookie was sure he’d never meet anyone else like him. By the divines, he thought, please let him be single.

“Are you okay?” The Cookie breathed, staring intently into baby blue eyes that couldn’t seem to look away. “You screamed. Did you hurt yourself?” 

“Ah,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie coughed, trying to make himself not look a fool before this man. “Yeah. I rolled over. And it hurt. The doctor said I got into some accident or something, but I’m fine.” He shrugged again, having learned nothing from his previous conversation, and couldn’t hold in the groan he let out.

“Oh, Teacup,” The Cookie breathed, voice hitching. Royal Milk Tea Cookie looked back toward him and saw tears welling in his eyes. 

“Woah, um, are you okay?” He really wasn’t sure what to do. Strangers didn’t usually cry in front of him.

“Divines,” The blond Cookie took a deep breath and wiped his eyes before placing a hand on Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s cheek, trailing down his arm before locking their hands together. Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt a shiver go through his entire body. Thank goodness every movement was painful, otherwise, he’d have leaped on top of this man within seconds of meeting him, and that was no way to make a first impression. Instead, Royal Milk Tea Cookie stared intently at their intertwined hands as the Cookie spoke again. “I’m sorry. By the divines, Royal Milk Tea Cookie, your mother would have my head if she learned what’s happened to you. To everyone…”

The golden Cookie paused. Royal Milk Tea Cookie filled the silence. “What happened to me?” Green and blue met once more. “The accident. Um, other Cookies traveled with me. What happened?”

The air suddenly felt heavy. The warm hand in his suddenly left and Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt as though he had said something wrong; as though his words were poison and the air was a cup of tea that this wonderful Cookie had been drinking, no longer safe.

“The doctor said you were suffering from amnesia,” A tear fell. “She didn’t say how severe it was, just that you seemed confused.” More tears. His voice didn’t waiver. The golden Cookie didn’t bother to wipe them away this time. They just kept falling.

“I’m sorry,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie sat stone still, eyes wide and voice hitching on the first syllable. “I just can’t remember what happened.”

“Do you know who I am?” The Cookie asked, patient and calm, though the tears suggested something very important was being forgotten. Royal Milk Tea Cookie shook his head slowly. This was the wrong answer. A shaky breath emerged from the golden Cookie, who quickly stood up and brushed off his pants before excusing himself to speak to the doctor who had walked out several minutes earlier. Royal Milk Tea Cookie was left alone in the room.

He had been able to fall asleep again, thankfully. The painkillers had kicked in again, numbing the waves of hurt that struck the blue-eyed Cookie every ten minutes or so. The nurse brought him a book to read. It was about amnesia and how to deal with the effects. It wasn’t permanent (or likely wasn’t permanent), just a setback. 

His mother’s guard entered the room a little while after he’d woken up from his nap, greeting him and apologizing for not being able to protect him from the near-death experience he’d had just 24 hours earlier.

“What?” 

“The ceiling, my prince. It nearly crushed you to death!” The Pearl Legion guard specified. Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt his heart drop. He took a few deep breaths. 

“Um,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie messed with the blankets in his bed for a minute. “I, um, don’t think I can talk about this anymore. The doctor said she didn’t want me to get overwhelmed.”

“Oh, I apologize,” The Pearl Legion guard quickly rushed out, trying to cover his tracks and undo the effect his words were having. “I thought that after Clotted Cream Cookie had come in…” Royal Milk Tea Cookie shook his head, but that name caught his attention.

“Clotted Cream Cookie?” He repeated. “That was who came in first?” The room door quickly opened and the doctor rushed in.

“What’s happening here?” She sounded irate.

“He told me about what happened–”

“Absolutely not!” The doctor began shoving her hand into the guard’s chest. “I had lengthy discussions with every Republican on this island. Amnesia can not be dealt with unless you are delicate. Cookies have had awful meltdowns when they are reminded of trauma their body tried to rid them of.”

“I’m sorry!” The guard quickly responded. The doctor, however, was having none of it. Royal Milk Tea Cookie felt his breath quicken, as though the walls were closing in on him. No, as though the ceiling was caving in on him.

“I want to see Clotted Cream Cookie again,” Royal Milk Tea Cookie managed, trying to control his breathing and failing. He needed a hug. A hand to hold. He needed someone and Clotted Cream Cookie was the only name he could think to mention.

The doctor was opening the door and shoving the Pearl Legion guard out as fast as she could. “I’ll bring him right in, darling, sit tight.” The door shut and seconds felt like hours. Tension was growing in Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s chest. Marble cracking. Smoke. Screaming. A dragon.

The door swung open. A tall, blond figure emerged and was beside Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s bed in the blink of an eye. Clotted Cream Cookie was holding his hand, squeezing it ever so slightly while Royal Milk Tea Cookie remained upright, trying to slow his breathing down.

“Hey, hey, shh,” Clotted Cream Cookie’s face was stained with tear tracks. Like how he looked in the museum wing. “No, hey, take deep breaths, okay?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie nodded. “In,” Clotted Cream Cookie took a deep breath. Royal Milk Tea Cookie tried to copy it but his breath was shaky. Still, he inhaled. “And out,” Clotted Cream Cookie puffed out air as he spoke. Royal Milk Tea Cookie tried to copy. He squeezed his companion’s hand tightly.

“What happened to me?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie was crying. He didn’t know what was wrong. 

“I’ll tell you later, Teacup, I promise. Right now let’s just take some more deep breaths, okay?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie nodded. Clotted Cream Cookie smiled, warmth filling his previously heartbroken eyes. He repeated the mantra. The blue-eyed Cookie slowly began to calm down, breathing evening out.

Maybe an hour passed. Nothing was said, really. Just assurance that everything was alright and that Royal Milk Tea Cookie had no reason to stress. Or at least, not at the moment. There was very clearly something important that was happening that he had forgotten. Clotted Cream Cookie remained sitting beside the hospital bed regardless of how many times Royal Milk Tea Cookie had implied the hospital bed was big enough for the both of them.

“I don’t want to irritate anything. You’re in bad shape, Teacup.”

“You keep calling me that,” The shorter of the two noted. “That’s not my name. Is that some nickname I have?”

Clotted Cream Cookie stopped and thought for a minute. He was only in a white shirt and black pants. Royal Milk Tea Cookie thought he looked quite average. Apart from his stunning figure and beautiful face. “It’s mostly just a nickname for me. No one else knows that I call you that, I don’t think.”

“Why not?”

“How caught up are you with where you are and why?” Clotted Cream Cookie was changing the subject. Royal Milk Tea Cookie wouldn’t have let him get away with it if he weren’t so handsome.

“Not very. Hollyberry Kingdom, accident, hospital.” Royal Milk Tea Cookie fiddled with his blankets again. “Can you tell me why I’m here, now?” Clotted Cream Cookie looked nervous about the subject. “I promise I won’t freak out. I want to know this time. The guard had just started talking.”

A big exhale. Hands in his. A soft expression. Divines, what had happened to him for Clotted Cream Cookie to act as though he was speaking to someone about to pass away? “You are a child of legend. Your mother made a deal with a dragon and then broke it, so now we have to find your mother before the dragon does, or it’ll destroy so many places and kill so many Cookies.”

His eyes widened. That was a lot to take in.

“Are you okay?” Clotted Cream Cookie looked up at pale blue eyes. “I can stop talking.”

“No, you can keep going.” Royal Milk Tea Cookie assured. “It’s just a lot.”

Clotted Cream Cookie nodded. “I know. There’s worse. But I’ll take it slow. We’re about a day’s journey from the Vanilla Kingdom, which is where your mother probably is, along with Tea Knight Cookie, your father. We learned about him through the museum head, Eclair Cookie… but while we were in the museum wing… the dragon found us. And it, uh,” Clotted Cream Cookie’s eyes were tearing up again. He quickly wiped the tears away and rushed through the recap. “The dragon wrecked the museum. The ceiling collapsed and Cookies got hurt.”

“Including me?”

“Yes. Bad. I didn’t…” He couldn’t keep the tears back. “Royal Milk Tea Cookie, I thought you were gone. For good.” Tears poured down his cheeks and he kept choking on every word. “And you didn’t remember anything when you woke up and there’s only so much time left to find Oat Milk Cookie–” Clotted Cream Cookie was sobbing, folding over and hiding his face in his hands while pressing himself into his thighs. Royal Milk Tea Cookie held out a hand and ran it through his hair, trying his best to comfort the blond.

“I didn’t realize how close we were, I’m sorry.”

“The doctors told me I shouldn’t reveal a lot to you at once,” Clotted Cream Cookie managed through his hands. It was muffled but Royal Milk Tea Cookie heard it. “I just can’t lose you. We only just found each other again.”

He tried his best to think back to everything in the Republic. To his mother, working on the Convocation after Mille-feuille Cookie and Canele Cookie had been found guilty of numerous crimes. Seeing Financier Cookie after several years apart… seeing her fiance. Seeing Clotted Cream Cookie. How did that work? Clearly, Clotted Cream Cookie was attached to Royal Milk Tea Cookie. 

“Were we friends as kids?” Royal Milk Tea Cookie asked, trying to piece together the mental puzzle.

A forced laugh through tears. “Oh, yes. We were such good friends.”

“But something happened, didn’t it?”

“...yeah. My father was power-hungry. You and I didn’t get to see each other for nearly a decade. Not until your initiation as Ambassador of the Republic.”

Royal Milk Tea Cookie nodded along. He reached out for Clotted Cream Cookie’s hand. It joined his easily, as if it were programmed into him. “I hope I remember you. I don’t want you to be without me again.”

Clotted Cream Cookie smiled bittersweetly and planted a soft kiss on Royal Milk Tea Cookie’s hand. “I hope so, too.”

[frcnetic-blog]

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[football-and-fanfics]

Accident - Jack Grealish

Who: Jack Grealish Prompt: "Take it easy, you have broken ribs." Notes with request: Jack feeling bad because he wasn’t there when his partner was in a car accident (he was in training and couldn’t answer the phone) and got hurt so he feels super guilty . Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of injury and hospital

Training had been good today, very good even. After a lengthy period of several consecutive minor injuries, Jack could now truly say he was on the way back. "Good training, mate," Jack said to Kevin, who was already back in the dressing room when Jack came in after training. "You, too," Kevin answered, "but you might want to check your phone. It's been ringing off the hook in the past minutes." "Oh..." Immediately Jack sensed something was way off. He quickly opened his locker to take out his phone, and was shocked to see 20+ missed calls from you.

Jack's heart pounded in his chest as he hit the redial button. After just two rings you answered. "Babe, are you alright?" Jack immediately asked. He listened to your sniffled answer, telling him you were involved in an accident with your car. Even though you assured him you weren't seriously injured, fear gripped at Jack. "Don't move." His voice sounded higher than usual. "I'll be right there." "Everything okay?" Kevin had followed the conversation from Jack's side. "No..." Jack stammered, "my girlfriend's at the hospital. She was in an accident. I-- I have to go..." "Go. Run." Kevin urged. "I'll tell the boss. You must go to her now." Jack just uttered some words of thanks to Kevin, before running out the door. ---- "Oh my god!" Jack exclaimed when he found you in a treatment room of the hospital's A&E. He was freaking out at the mere thought of you being hurt, but when he now actually saw you, bruised and somewhat battered, he lost it. Combined with the fact that he hadn't been able to answer your very first phone call because of training, he was altogether losing his cool. "I'm so, so sorry." Jack hurried over to you. "I was still in training when you called, so I couldn't answer." "I understand, sweetie, I'm not mad," you answered calmly. "I feel so bad about it." Jack shook his head. "I should have been here straight away. Are you okay? What happened? Do I need to go yell at someone for crashing their car into you?" "Babe, babe, calm down." You tried to ease him. "I'm okay. The other driver crashed their car into mine. It was their fault, but I'm okay. I just have a cracked rib and a few bruises." Jack scoffed mockingly. "Oh, is that all?" "I'm already cleared to go home, so no need to worry." You tried to sound breezy, but your cracked rib actually hurt quite a bit and the accident had left you shaken up. Jack stood with his hands on his hips, as he watched you climb off the treatment table. He wanted to help you, but was afraid he would hurt you by doing so. "How can I not worry about you?" He shook his head. "You're all bruised up." "It'll heal." You kept up your bravado, but as you bent down to pick up you back off the floor, a sharp pain of your cracked rib made you yelp. "Babe, take it easy!" Jack was immediately by your side, with his arms loosely around you. "You have broken ribs. Please, let me take you home and get some rest." Suddenly, standing with Jack's arms comfortingly around you, all the scares from the accident came out. "It was all so scary," you sobbed, "and this broken rib actually bloody hurts." "I know," Jack soothed, "let's go home and just allow me to take care of you, okay?" "You really don't have to." You faintly shook your head. "Yes, I do," Jack insisted, "maybe I'll feel less guilty if I can at least take care of you now." You chuckled softly. Now that you thought of it, the foresight to some pampering wasn't so bad. "Alright." "Good." Jack pressed a kiss into your hair. "I'll make sure you're all pampered and comfortable." You smiled and rested your head against Jack's shoulder. "That sounds very nice."

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[magicshopaholic]

You Make Me Live (Seokjin x OC)

Summary: You take your bad mood out on your best friend in more ways than one.

Pairing: Seokjin x OC

Genre: Humour, comfort, smut, a hint of angst

Word count: 9.5 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: mentions of a minor car accident, infidelity, jealousy, resentment, loneliness, alcohol, making out, fingering, oral sex (both), intercourse, seokjin's shoulders

A/N: This is part of the Bangtan Writing Bingo Spring Event by @bangtanwritingbingo, for the square 'Friends to Lovers'.

This is also an early birthday present for @eatjeanjin for being one of the many people to so kindly welcome me into @thebtswritersclub! I know there's like a week to go for your birthday, Jean, (sorry!) but I hope you enjoy my first ever Seokjin fic <3

Listen to: "you're my best friend" by queen

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“Are you going to finally tell me what really happened or not?” Seokjin dropped his keys into the bowl on top of his fridge as you passed around him and opened the fridge door, retrieving a bottle of cold water for yourself. “I mean, I wouldn’t pry, but… Nari, I have to say, the broken side mirror and smoking engine of your car is kind of compelling me to.”

You sighed as you walked out of the kitchen, hearing him trail behind you into the living room. “I told you, the side mirror was already broken. Some idiot probably knocked into it at the hospital.”

Seokjin frowned, more bewildered than disapproving. “And you were still driving that car? With a broken mirror?”

“I was going to get it fixed. Give me a break, alright? I just finished a thirty-six hour shift,” you told him, flopping down onto his soft sofa. “I barely had time to go home and take a shower before I remembered that it’s a Sunday and the bank closes early.”

Seokjin nodded, not unkindly, and took a seat at the other end of the sofa. “Thirty-six hours,” he repeated, whistling when you nodded. “Guess that explains why you drove into a tree.”

You gave him a look. “It wasn’t a tree. It was a… like a - like a baby tree. A really strong individual could probably snap it by - okay, fine, I drove into a tree,” you admitted, dropping your head back on the sofa and rubbing your eyes. You were so, so exhausted.

He nodded sympathetically. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Thanks, but I shouldn’t.”

“Thirty-six hours is a lot, Nari.”

“It’s not even that,” you said, straightening up. “You know how my neighbour runs his apartment as a rental? Well, he’s got six of the loudest, most obnoxious American guys living there for the next six months.” You shook your head, getting frustrated all over again. “You won’t believe how loud they are, all the time.”

“I can relate,” he muttered, giving you a grin when you chuckled. “Do you want to stay over tonight? So you can get some sleep?”

“That would be fantastic,” you groaned, stretching on the sofa. “It’ll be like those parties in my dorm room, remember? Everyone finds their own space on the floor.”

“Except now I actually have a house with more than one bedroom.”

“Yes, you do. Thanks, Seokjin,” you said, patting his arm. “And I’m sorry about today. I know you don’t have a lot of time before the tour starts. I just didn’t know who else to call.”

“Who else would you call?” he asked rhetorically, leaning back and running a hand down his face. “I’m not complaining, though. I’ve been talking in English all day; it’s good to get a break.” When you frowned curiously, he tilted his head in what you presumed was the direction of the band’s shared dorm. “Kaya is here. Namjoon’s girlfriend,” he added for your benefit.

“Oh, yeah, you told me. What, you don’t like her?”

“No, no, she’s - she’s great,” he said honestly, recalling the dusky skinned girl whom he’d last seen smiling and saying something to Namjoon as she took a seat on the arm of the couch next to him, beer in hand, when Seokjin had got your call. “And she’s good for Namjoon. This is probably the least high-strung I’ve ever seen him since… well, since debut at least.”

You nodded in appreciation. “That’s good. What’s the problem?”

Seokjin didn’t know where to start. He wasn’t even sure what the problem was, or if it was even a problem. All he knew was that the unfamiliar churn he’d felt in his stomach today when he’d seen Namjoon and Kaya together was something he didn’t want to talk about. When he’d accidentally walked in on them in the kitchen earlier today where all they were doing was laughing and whispering to each other, Kaya casually leaning against Namjoon’s arm, he’d felt stirrings of… something. Fortunately, Jungkook had appeared over his shoulder then and punched it unnecessarily, successfully distracting him from the moment.

You were still looking at him questioningly, though, so he simply sighed and rubbed his eyes. “They were all watching Pulp Fiction,” he said eventually, making you laugh, which he was glad for.

“God, you hate that movie.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, suddenly eager to change the subject. “So, are you going to finally tell me why you drove into a tree today?”

You gave him a look before resting your feet on his coffee table. “It’s… stupid.” When he didn’t respond, you rolled your eyes. “And it involves admitting you were right about something and… well, I’d rather drive into a tree.”

Seokjin attempted to look offended before snorting. “Come on, I am not that smug.”

“You are the most smug. It’s the worst. I feel like throwing a shoe at you when you make that face,” you added, which only made him laugh harder.

“Okay, I promise I won’t be,” he said, attempting to straighten his face but failing. “Come on, tell me.” When all you did was shake your head and turn away, he frowned curiously. “Hang on, is this about Sungho?”

Your eyes widened. “How did you know?”

“Because the last time you dated a douche and realised it, we were seventeen and you threw a rock through his window,” he said knowingly.

“Wow. I may have some anger issues I need to work through.”

“All in good time. What did he do?”

You sighed, suddenly embarrassed. You ran your thumb absently over the label of your bottle, wishing it was beer. “I’m… ninety-eight percent sure he’s cheating on me.”

Seokjin raised his eyebrows. “Why not a hundred?”

“I’m a doctor. We’re taught never to speak in absolutes.”

“That’s… comforting.” When you didn’t respond, he bit his lip, wondering whether to ask his next question before switching tacks at the last moment. “Do you want a drink?”

—

An hour later, you were buzzed, your head nice and light and your mouth spewing feelings without inhibition.

“Why would you even tell them?” Seokjin asked, genuinely bewildered. He was lying across his armchair, his back against one arm and his long legs dangling over the other. He held a can of beer in one hand and passed you a packet of chips.

“They worm it out of me,” you replied, shaking your head and taking the chips, leaning back horizontally on the couch with your feet up. “Every single time. Mum asks me all nicely, like she cares, and the moment I let it slip that I’m single - bam!” You clapped your hands and Seokjin jumped. “Before I know it I’m on a stupid date with a stranger.”

“You know you can just… not go,” he suggested, rather unhelpfully. “Tell her you’re busy - with your job, it’s probably true most of the time.”

You shook your head, gazing at the golden drink in your bottle forlornly. “It’s… it’s really stupid but…” You sighed, realising how this would sound. “I kind of… want to go on the dates. It’s not because I enjoy them,” you backtracked quickly, noticing his expression.

“No?”

“No, I -” You sighed and sank back into the sofa, feeling pathetic. "You know our chief of surgery, right?"

"Kang Jongwoon," he supplied dutifully.

"Yeah. And you know how he's, like, everyone's role model. He's the perfect surgeon - and he's built the hospital from nothing to number two in the country or something." You take a large sip of your beer, feeling it sting your throat. "We always thought he was perfect for the job - he's cold, he's distant, he's remained a bachelor because the hospital is his whole life." You waited for a reaction.

Seokjin raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, he - he sounds swell."

You ignored this. "Well, it turns out, he's not a bachelor at all. Or he is now, but he wasn't always. He had a wife and two kids, one of whom is about to have a baby. And you know how he found out? The kid's wife landed up in the ER last week for a couple of stitches and she was four months pregnant." You raised your hands and dropped them back to your sides. "He didn't even know he was about to become a grandfather because he's barely a part of his kids' lives anymore!"

He squinted. He had an inkling of where you were going with this but he didn't want to jump the gun. "And this has something to do with you because…"

"Because don't you see?" You sat up dramatically, slamming your beer on the coffee table. "He wasn't perfect for the job because he was cold and distant and alone - the job made him cold and distant and alone! And it's going to do the same to all of us!"

Seokjin frowned, sitting up slowly. "Wait, so - wait, is that why you said yes to Sungho? Nari, seriously?"

"Did you know he was my first date in over a year?" you asked in a low voice.

"So? You went through most of college single because, and I quote, dating is a waste of time unless I get to piss my mom off." He shook his head, looking genuinely confused. "Since when do you care how long it's been since you dated someone?"

"Because of this!" you exclaimed. "I may not want to date right now but I don't want to be alone forever. I just spent thirty-six hours in the hospital where all I ate was a jumbo packet of chips and a granola bar that I swiped from Ara in exchange for an appendectomy because I didn't have time to go to the cafeteria. Where the hell am I going to find the time to date, which involves things like washing my hair and - and shaving?" You dropped your head in your hands.

You heard Seokjin sigh and you knew he thought you were overreacting. He always did. “Nari,” he began slowly, “you can’t possibly think you’re going to end up alone for the rest of your life.”

Your head snapped up. “Did you not hear the Kang Jongwoon story?”

“Yeah, I did. And you’re not cold or distant. Maybe it means you’ll be a terrible doctor but you’re definitely not going to be alone,” he said with a straight face, snorting when you threw your bottle cap at him, chuckling in spite of yourself.

You shook your head, taking a large swig of your beer and feeling your head swim. “Does this make me a bad feminist?” you blurted.

Seokjin shook his head. “What?” he asked incredulously.

“I should be satisfied in my life without a boyfriend,” you explained defeatedly. “I have a good job, I have good friends,” you continued, gesturing to him, “and I have a good life and shit. I shouldn’t care if I don’t have a boyfriend. Right?”

“Okay, first of all, you didn’t say anything about not having a boyfriend,” he clarified, now sounding rather annoyed. “You were complaining about being alone, which, I’ve got to say, is a little insulting. Plus, I don’t even know why you’re spiralling right now,” he added when you groaned and buried your face into his cushion. “You’ve had, what? Two beers? That’s tragic, Nari. Even for you.”

“I haven’t eaten anything today,” you mumbled into the cushion. When he didn’t answer, you peeked out to see him glaring at you and you suddenly remembered why he was the visual of the biggest boy group in the world.

“You’re supposed to be a doctor, Nari,” he said admonishingly, already standing up and moving towards the kitchen. “You’re lucky it’s almost dinner time.”

Grinning, you swung your legs off the couch and skipped behind him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders with your beer still in hand. “It’s only five pm but thank you!” you squealed, giggling when he simply grunted, waddling behind him into the kitchen before letting go of him. “What’s on the menu, chef Kim?” you asked, hopping up and sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Just ramen, nothing else.”

“Oh.”

Looking up from where he was rummaging in one of the shelves, he sighed. “You want jajangmyeon, don’t you?”

You shrugged, trying to hide your excitement. “I mean, I don’t really care but if you’re insisting…” You laughed in delight when he pulled out a chopping board and a basket of vegetables and placed them next to you, reaching forward and hugging him from where you were sitting. “Kim Seokjin, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said, squeezing his shoulders.

“Nari, I am holding a knife.”

You chortled and let go of him, hopping off and making your way to the fridge. “Do you want another beer?”

“No, but I’ll have a glass of wine,” he answered, neatly dicing an onion. His shoulders looked broader than you remembered but then again, you two hadn’t met in a while. With your residency and his album promotion, you barely had time to text and keep up with each other’s lives.

The wine sounded good so you poured yourself a glass as well, resuming your seat next to him on the counter. As a man with far higher tolerance for alcohol than you, Seokjin calmly sipped his wine while he cooked you your favourite dish while you simply got more and more drunk.

“When did I start calling you Kimbap, though?” you asked seriously after a while, frowning as you tried to go through your hazy memories. “It was definitely before eleventh grade…”

“We were fifteen,” he answered, offering you a tiny spoonful of the sauce to taste, “because that’s when I’d broken my arm. And you thought the cast looked like a gimbap.”

You chuckle at the memory, giving him an approving glance when you taste the sauce. “I remember that. But wasn’t your favourite food at the time gimbap? I remember - you always ended up inviting yourself to dinner when you’d find out we were having gimbaps at home.”

Seokjin gasped. “That was… like, three times maybe,” he stated icily, pushing you away from the stove. “Move, or you’ll burn your hair.” He tugged at the end of your long hair and you whacked his hand away.

“Still better than when you cut it from the end of my ponytail.”

“That was a dare and I believe I apologised for that the rest of the year.”

You smiled, pinching his cheek as he mixed the dish and turned off the stove. “Yeah, you did. You were a sweet kid. What happened?”

“Life and stuff.”

Raising your eyebrows, you fell silent, watching him scoop the jajangmyeon into two bowls. When he caught sight of your expression, he stared.

“What?”

“Is something bothering you?”

“No. Come on, you should eat.”

“I will, I’m just saying. I can tell when you’re not happy, you know.”

Seokjin sighed but didn’t answer, simply looking up at you and wondering if he was making this a bigger deal than required in his head. When you raised your eyebrows and nudged his shoulder, he relented somewhat. “I just… I get what you’re saying,” he said eventually. “About the whole… being alone thing. Being stuck in hotel rooms for half the year and studios for the rest of it…” He ran a hand down his face. “It does feel a bit… alienating. Especially when I come back and everything’s different.”

You nodded, patting him on the shoulder. “If it helps… Seokjin, I don’t think you are ever going to be alone.”

He scoffs, a half-smile on his face. “Didn’t I say the same thing to you an hour ago?”

You smiled bashfully. “Yeah, you did. But I think I’m going to be alone because my job’s going to make me that way. But you’re… I mean, there’s a million girls out there who would love to make sure you’re not alone.” You ruffled his hair as he turned away, wondering if he thought you were trivializing his confession. “Why do you think you’ll be alone?” you asked after a moment, slightly softer.

Seokjin bit his lip, the same images of Namjoon and Kaya coming to the forefront of his mind again. They’d been together for over a year now and even though she’d met the rest of the band before, today was the first time she’d spent this much time with them in a casual setting, where stylists and managers weren’t interrupting them every fifteen minutes. Before today, all Seokjin had seen was Namjoon’s side of things: the increased cheerfulness, the inspiration he was suddenly getting from the most mundane of things (“Hyung, it’s the colour of the orange I’m talking about. Don’t just look at it - try to see it.”), the secretive smile he’d have on his face while he looked down at his phone and typed away.

Seokjin couldn’t lie; while he’d been more glad than anyone else that Namjoon was loosening up a bit, he couldn’t help but wonder if his leader was falling too hard and fast with the first girl he’d gotten serious with in years… until he met her and was forced to admit that not only did Kaya - who seemed like exactly the kind of girl Namjoon would go for - seem to genuinely make him happy, she seemed to be just as into him.

But Seokjin didn’t know how to unload all of this onto you without sounding ridiculous - or like he had a crush on his best friend’s girl. The wine was making his head swim now, enough that he knew he couldn’t be trusted to speak carefully. But you were looking at him in confusion and borderline concern now, so he knew he had to nip this topic in the bud.

“You’re probably right,” he said seriously, looking up at you. Your eyes were shining with intoxication, the apples of your cheeks pink. He remembered how he’d found you earlier today, clambering out of your car with a scowl on your face, kicking the tree you’d driven into and he was glad you were clearly feeling better.

“I am?”

“Yeah. I mean, if I can’t get anyone, even with this face?” He shrugged. “What hope do the rest of you plebeians have?”

As expected, you rolled your eyes and hopped off the kitchen counter, chuckling anyway. “Exactly what I’m saying,” you agreed, helping him bring the bowls and drinks to the living room.

You both tucked into your food after that, doubling down on the alcohol after. Seokjin could tell there was something else bothering you that you weren’t quite divulging yet, although he also knew it was only a matter of time before you consumed enough alcohol to bring it up yourself.

“I wish,” you slurred after a while, when you’d both opened a second bottle of wine and brought the entire thing to the living room, “that there was actual medical technology where you could, like, create your own person. Like your perfect soulmate.”

Seokjin snorted into his drink, coughing and straightening up before he spoke. “You mean, like… change things in their brain to make them someone else?”

“No, I mean everything. From face to hair, height - and personality, of course,” you allowed. “I mean, it would solve so many problems, don’t you think? I’ll be able to make the perfect person. He’d be taller than me, for starters, so I’d make sure he’s five feet ten or above,” you counted, “which will mean I can wear heels without me towering over him like a giant. He’ll be funny but not full of himself, hardworking - enough that he’ll understand that my job is unbelievably time-consuming. He won’t be into anything weird, you know, sexually. He’d be -”

“I hate to break it to you, Nari, but I don’t think such a person exists.”

“Stay with me, Seokjin. Now, where was I?” You were slurring now, you knew it, but you were on a roll. “He would be… oh, I don’t know, he’d have good, thick hair, I guess. Nice hands. And…”

“He should probably know how to cook,” he suggested sarcastically, “or you’ll probably die at thirty-five after overdosing on chips and store bought ramen.”

“Yes! And not cook just anything but jajangmyeon specifically.” You leaned back on the couch, forlornly sipping your wine. “I think I just depressed myself further thinking about this technology that doesn’t exist.”

“No, but it’s a good idea,” he said, getting into it now. “There’s a ton of time you’d save - especially if you include long-term stuff.”

You nodded enthusiastically, perking up and downing your glass before moving to pour yourself another one. “That’s what I’m saying! I can make sure he cooks, he cleans, he does charity - oh, I can make sure his parents like me.”

“No, but you can’t control that, can you?”

“Sure I can. It’s my fantasy.”

“Point taken. Speaking of which, my mum was really disappointed you didn’t attend their thirty-fifth.” He gave you a knowing look as you winced guiltily. “She specifically told me to ask you to come over next time you’re home.”

“I know, I really was planning to go home for the summer,” you told him, biting your lip. “I just… I was too tired to be around mum at the time. I didn’t know if the Sungho thing was going anywhere and I knew she’d ask about my love life and I just didn’t want to get into a whole… thing with her.”

There we go. Seokjin nodded slowly, not wanting to scare you away. “Nari,” he began, waiting for you to look at him before continuing. “Are we going to talk about the Sungho thing?”

As expected, you rolled your eyes and looked away. “What do you mean? There’s nothing much to talk about. It’s done.”

He paused. “I mean… he cheated. What are you… How are you dealing with it? Are you going to talk to him about it or…?”

You frowned. “What? No. I already broke up with him.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened. “You - wow. Really?”

“Yeah, I texted him right after I found out.” You picked up your phone and clumsily got into your chat before showing it to him.

He took it and squinted at the screen. “We’re over,” he read slowly, looking up at you. “Wow. That’s… cold.”

“He’s the one who -”

“Yeah, no, I know, I know. It’s good,” he added, gesturing to the phone and setting it down. He didn’t speak for a moment, just continued looking at you.

You stared at him before realising what this was. “Jesus Christ, Seokjin, just - just do it. Just say it.”

He snorted, immediately attempting to fix his face. “No way. If you’re staying over tonight, I don’t want to be the victim of the most surgical murder ever. But,” he added after a moment, giving you a sympathetic look, “I did… suspect that he might not be… you know. A spectacular guy. I mean, Nari, he seemed… really needy,” he said, privately noting that it was the least insulting thing he could think of about the boyfriend you’d introduced him to six months ago.

“I know and in light of that discovery, I’m not even surprised he cheated. I cancelled on two dates and stood him up for a third,” you confessed, sighing and rubbing your eyes. “One time a surgery ran long, one day the ER was flooded so I had to stay and help and the third time… God, I was ready to go meet him and I fell asleep in my car,” you muttered tightly. “Right there, in the hospital parking lot, after yet another thirty-six hour shift.”

“Are you defending him?”

“Believe me, the irony isn’t lost on me.” Looking up at his judgmental expression, you rolled your eyes and sighed. “No, I’m not. Honestly, I don’t even care that he cheated. We were together for - what? Six months? Like, who gives a fuck, right?”

“Um -”

But you cut him off, pouring yourself another glass and him, too, when he stretched his arm out towards you. “The problem was finding him. Believe it or not, he was one of the good ones. Now I’m going to have to go back out there, meet someone new, do the whole shebang of getting to know them and making sure they’re not creepy and stuff. It’s fucking exhausting. Or -” you added after a moment, making Seokjin jump, “I go out with one of the guys my mum sets me up with but what are the chances that any of them is, like, my soulmate or whatever?”

Seokjin stared into the red liquid in his glass. This entire topic was far from what you two usually talked about but he supposed it had been so long since you’d drank together that it probably felt like ages since you had. “Maybe it’s us,” he said after a moment, not looking up from his glass. “Maybe we should go out more. You know, meet people at clubs or bars or wherever people meet other people.”

You gave him a look that bordered on disgust. “Do you really think that’s the solution?” you asked, but there was a note of genuine curiosity there. “Because, like… I mean, where would we even find the time? And even if someone from a club is, like, your soulmate… wouldn’t it take ages to realise that?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, sighing. “Unless, of course, you’re Namjoon and you literally bump into your soulmate on the street.” He didn’t even realise he’d said it out loud until he looked up to see you frowning in confusion.

“Namjoon? So… Kaya?” You shifted in your seat, trying through the haze of alcohol to remember what you could. “Doesn’t she live in America?”

“Europe. Amsterdam, I think…” Seokjin sighed, realising it was out now, what was bothering him all day. “While we’re sitting here and fantasising about a technology that can make the perfect person -” He made a vague gesture with his hands, spilling a couple drops of wine in the process, “- he was out there actually meeting his American girlfriend right here on the streets of Seoul.” He shook his head. “Only Namjoon,” he scoffed softly.

“Kimbap?”

Seokjin shut his eyes. Your tone and the use of this particular nickname told him enough, and he didn’t want to open his eyes to see you giving him that expression he knew of part-confusion and part-pity. “Forget it.”

“I thought you were happy Namjoon was happy.”

“I am. Very much so, in fact. That’s not what -” He broke off, leaning back on the couch again and looking at you. You said nothing, just waited for him to speak when he was ready. “It’s basically what you said, right? This job… it’s a miracle if we get to sleep between the practice and the press and the flights. The couple hours of free time I have? I’d rather do this -” He gestures to the space between them, “- than socialise.”

“You’d rather drink with your recently single best friend while she complains about being single than going out and getting laid?”

Seokjin snorts and you both burst out laughing, the wine finally, finally getting to your heads enough. “Yeah, I - I would much rather -” He broke off once more, face red as he choked, “- much rather stay in and listen to you whine than - than get laid. Jesus.”

You laughed, knowing how ridiculous that sounded. “Yeah, you and me both. I should count myself lucky, though,” you said. “Right now, it’s just about dating, any guy. Once I hit thirty, though, my mum’s going to start talking about marriage and that’s when I’ll really have to kill myself. ”

He swallowed, knowing this was coming. Taking a deep breath, he smiled at you, affectionate, indulgent, comforting and handsome all at once. “You know what that leaves you with, right? You either go on the dates your mum sets you up with or you hook up with someone you already know.”

“My list of friends isn’t gigantic,” you admitted, giving up on trying to go through the list in your inebriated state. “Obviously, no one from the hospital because that’ll just be pointless. From college… oh, I guess Eunwoo was cool - and I think he’s single…”

“He’s moved to Tokyo.”

“ - was kind of - oh. What about his friend, the lawyer?”

“Jaewon? He and his stupid cigarettes got me a detention, Nari.”

You chuckled and winced at the memory. “Come on, Kimbap, that was almost ten years ago. Isn’t it time to let go of - oh, no? Okay, no problem. What about…” But names failed you. You were tired and drunk and a strange mix of sad and frustrated, and you could tell that this conversation could only get more depressing from here on out. “Can I just date one of your band members?”

Seokjin choked. “You wanted someone taller than you in heels, right? That’s just Namjoon and unfortunately, he’s taken,” he said quickly, trying not to shudder.

“Oh.” You bit your lip. “He’s too philosophical for me anyway.” You looked over at your best friend who was standing up to pour himself the last glass of wine before plopping down next to you on the couch. “Guess that leaves just you, Kimbap.”

He chuckled without humour. “I am taller than you in heels,” was all he said.

“Yeah, and you cook,” you reminded him absently, dropping your head down on his shoulder, your empty wine glass balanced precariously between your fingers. “I actually know everything I need to know about you. Except for… you know.”

It took Seokjin a moment to realise what you were talking about. “You want to find out?” he joked, winking down at you. It wasn’t the first time either of you had cracked a joke like this. One of you would say something innocently flirty, the other would laugh and roll their eyes, and you’d move on. It was no big deal.

Now, you half-chuckled but said nothing, continuing to look down at your glass. It reminded Seokjin of something else that had happened this morning at the dorm, when he’d just woken up and come to the living room to see Namjoon and Kaya on the couch, both reading a book each, with her sitting in between his legs and leaning back against his chest.

It had twisted something deep inside Seokjin, the sight of his younger leader who had a far busier schedule than him to be stealing moments of domesticity with his girlfriend. Namjoon’s free hand had been resting against Kaya’s arm, his fingers brushing her elbow every time she turned a page. Seokjin had turned away and gone straight into the kitchen before either of them spotted him, but the image stayed burned in his mind.

“You’re my best friend, Nari.”

You nodded, finally looking up at him, head swimming slightly. “Right back at you.” Your eyes flickered to his mouth, plush pink lips smoothing into a shapely jawline. You looked up quickly before he could notice but then he bit his lip. He was thinking. Contemplating.

His voice was musical. “Nari…”

“This isn’t about Sungho,” you clarified suddenly.

He nodded slowly. “This isn’t about Namjoon and Kaya either,” he added softly, and this time the corner of his mouth tilted up in a half-smile.

You’re my best friend. The words echoed in your mind like a melodic chant, soothing and comforting. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol that was making it seem like his face was getting closer, but then it did, and you tilted your head up slightly, too, and you kissed your best friend.

It was doubtful, at first. Seokjin’s lips felt as soft as they looked, but they were Seokjin’s lips - Kim Seokjin, the twelve year old boy who would race you home on a bicycle after school, the college classmate that studied with you even if he didn’t have a test the next day. You pressed your lips to his a little more, realising then that one of you would have to make the next move. After a moment of hesitation, you opened your mouth slightly.

He seemed startled for a moment but responded tentatively, his plump lips moving against yours in slow, unsure movements. His bangs brushed your forehead and you sighed shakily, suddenly feeling cool air as he pulled away.

Your heart thudded. Seokjin was looking at you with an unreadable expression, as though he couldn’t quite place where he was. Then, slowly, he reached for your empty wine glass and took it from your limp fingers and you were sure he was about to walk away, silently depositing them in the kitchen before disappearing into his room, without a word.

You waited as he leaned away to place both glasses on the coffee table before sitting back down, this time facing you. He was still looking at you the same way, like none of this was expected. Then, slowly, he reached forward and touched one hand to your hair, cradling your face. Your cheeks burned and you suddenly felt so incredibly vulnerable. “Jinnie…”

Seokjin’s heart skipped a beat. If Kimbap was for their most memorable moments, this particular nickname was reserved for the moments they never talked about, the times they were in each other’s corner without a second thought. The scenarios flashed through his mind: him sitting in the Big Hit dorms right before his debut, crying into the phone while you silently listened, or the day you got your rejection letter from Seoul National Hospital’s surgical internship program and he’d stayed on Skype while you frustratedly went through all the things you’d given up to ace medical school. Without another thought, he leaned forward and kissed you again, this time with more certainty.

You responded a moment later, feeling your chest expand in relief as his mouth opened against yours instantly. You brought your feet up and twisted your body so you were facing him, bringing your hands up his chest and to his neck, kissing him back. He smelled of soap and a warm, citric cologne. His hand moved down from your face down your back and he pulled you closer with a strength you hadn’t seen from him before.

It was new, foreign; you would be lying if you said you’d never thought about Seokjin this way. He was attractive in every way and there had been times, especially when you’d talk to other girls who had crushes on him, that you’d momentarily view him from their eyes. But he was your best friend, always and forever, and the extent of your curiosity was limited to nothing more than your imagination running astray once in a blue moon.

He was your best friend, and he made you feel safe in more ways than one. He moved one hand down your hips and to your thigh, before tugging at the bottom of your shirt. Pulling away for a moment, he looked at you with dark, hooded eyes. “Should I, um…”

You bit your lip and nodded, trying to catch your breath. Seokjin paused for a moment before kissing you again, this time a bit slower and more passionate. His fingers began unbuttoning your shirt, one button after another, and he pulled you closer again, his hand around your bare waist before it came up your chest and squeezed your breast.

You gasped into his mouth but pulled him closer by the t-shirt, letting him lead as he leaned over you and lowered you onto the couch, careful to keep his weight off of you. The heat between your legs was increasing now and you pushed your hips up to meet his, groaning when you felt denim on denim, the faint and restrained bulge providing you with part of the friction you needed.

Seokjin trailed his lips down your jaw to your neck, his warm breath on your skin feeling incredible. His hand came down to squeeze your breast again, this time rubbing his thumb over your rock hard nipple through your plain nude bra. Moving his hands lower, he stopped them next to your hips and pulled away again.

“Nari,” he began, before pausing. You couldn’t believe this was the same Seokjin you were drinking with a quarter of an hour ago. His hair was tousled and messy, his lips swollen and cheeks flushed. His white t-shirt had ridden down, exposing his collarbones, and his shoulders looked broad enough to envelope you whole. “Are you sure about this? Like… taking this further?”

Yes. You nodded instantly, but Seokjin still didn’t move. One of his hands came down to the waistband of your jeans and he ran his thumb over the button. The simplest movement, the lightest of touches, and you could feel yourself getting aroused all over again.

“You know you can stop me any time.”

You bit your lip. “Right back at you, Jinnie,” you replied softly.

He nodded, the ghost of a smile flitting across his face. “We’re really doing this?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know. Are we really going to…” You felt yourself blush. “We’re really going to see each other naked?”

“I’ve already seen you naked, in case you forgot,” he reminded you with a completely straight face.

You gasped, hitting his shoulder. “We agreed we’d never mention that!”

“You’re right, you’re right! I don’t… I don’t ever think about it.” He laughed when you hit him again, lowering himself to press a kiss to your cheek. “You hold up pretty good, you know?”

“Shut up, Seokjin,” you muttered, ignoring his chuckle as your eyes fluttered shut when he went back to kiss your neck, his lips trailing down your chest, your cleavage and your sternum, until he reached your hips. Looking up at you, as though for your permission, he slowly unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs, coming back up to kiss the spot just below your bellybutton.

He pressed two fingers to your clit over your underwear and you moaned softly, almost missing his sharp intake of breath. Truth be told, it hadn’t occurred to him that he could ever make you feel this way. Seeing you underneath him, half-naked and trusting him fully; it made him all the more conscious of who you were and what you were to him.

Pressing his fingers into you again, he bent down to kiss you, swallowing your moans as he slipped his hand inside your underwear and slipped two fingers between your folds to stroke your clit. You pulled away to throw your head back, letting out a whimper that made his erection strain painfully against his jeans. He continued rubbing your clit, almost transfixed at the expression on your face, how your eyes stayed close and you drew your bottom lip between your teeth.

Seokjin wanted more. Or rather, he knew you did, or you both did. Either way, he just wanted to make you feel good. All the intoxication from the wine was replaced by this: the most basic desire to make his best friend feel as good as possible. Retrieving his fingers, he ignored your sounds of protest and slid down to pull your underwear down and discard it on the floor.

“Fuck, Jinnie,” you murmured when he brought your legs up to rest on his shoulders, his broad, steady shoulders. “We should’ve done this ages ago.”

Seokjin chuckled and nipped your inner thigh playfully before kissing the same spot and, without further ado, reached up to kiss your folds.

“Oh, fuck…” You fell back on the couch flat, your hands looking for something to clutch before finding the most logical avenue. Running your fingers through his hair, you moved your hips slightly, moaning when you felt his lips navigate their way through you before he came up to softly suck your clit. His lips, full and plump, were like magic down there, making sure to leave no spot untouched. He pulled you closer by the legs, his large hands resting comfortingly on your thighs, as he continued eating you out.

“Shit, I… Jinnie, I’m going to -” Your whimpers were getting louder by the moment and you could feel yourself reaching the edge. “Oh, god…” Another moment and you felt yourself come undone, shuddering with shaky sighs as you slowly came down from your high, barely noticing Seokjin as he pulled away and gently kissed your inner thigh before lowering your legs.

“Nari, that was…”

You opened your eyes to see him looking at you with that same expression as before, like he was seeing something he’d never expected to. It made sense because probably hadn’t, but there was a hint of something else… almost as though he was glad to see it, and possibly wanted to see more.

“Should we, um…” You bit your lip, suddenly realising you were talking to your best friend while wearing no underwear, and while your bodily fluids were still on his chin. Subtly wiping his mouth, he tilted his head up questioningly. You pointed behind you. “Should we take this into the…”

“Yeah, no, we should,” he said immediately, clambering off of you and handing you your underwear which you slipped on hastily. “I think we’re both too tall to do anything here without breaking a couple of things on the way,” he added, motioning for you to go first.

You smiled coyly and grabbed his hand before turning back around, leading him into his familiar bedroom. “Do you still keep your condoms where I think you do?” you asked knowingly, dropping his hand and walking inside without permission. When he simply laughed bashfully, you took it as permission to walk over the lamp on the far side of the bed and lift it to reveal a small tin box he’d bought in Malta or somewhere, currently half-filled with condom packets.

“Guess I’ll finally find out if king size is true or not,” you teased, tossing him the packet as he turned on the bedside lamp on the other side of the bed, bathing the room in a dim golden light. He gave you a look but caught it anyway, holding it between two fingers as you walked up to stand before him, the bed behind you. Noting his sudden hesitation, you tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt. “Jinnie… we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

He frowned, looking amused. “I want to,” he said honestly, and it made your chest flutter unexpectedly. “It’s just… it’s harder said than done to actually get naked in front of your best friend,” he confessed, looking down at the ground as an embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

You laughed, squeezing his hand supportively. “Seokjin, if it helps… I’ve seen you without clothes before, too.”

“Swimming trunks don’t count.”

“They do, a little bit.”

“Not when I was sixteen.”

You wrinkled your nose. “What are you talking about? What about Hoseok’s pool party last year?”

“Oh.”

“Exactly.” Just like he had, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tug gently, although instead of pulling him closer, you end up taking a step towards him. Without breaking eye contact, you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, tugging his jeans down slightly. Slipping your hand inside, you reached for his erection through his underwear, seeing him inhale shakily and close his eyes as he sighed.

He was beautiful. It took a great deal of resolve to tear your eyes away from his face and look back down at your hand. He was straining through his black boxer briefs and you felt a strange pool of desire in your abdomen. Of course, you knew what it was and you’d felt it before, but it was strange because it was Seokjin, that it was his body and his actions that were making you feel this way.

Slowly, biting your lip and feeling your mouth water slightly, you brought your hand out and got down on your knees, pulling his jeans down and his underwear along with it. As you brought his clothes down, his erection sprang free and you had to bite your lip to stop from reacting to it. You looked up at him before reaching for his cock, wrapping your fingers around it and gently stroking it.

Seokjin let out a guttural groan, his hand coming up to cup your face as he looked down at you, his face mirroring what you were feeling: extreme arousal and confusion at the existence of it. Looking back down at your hand, you let your thumb touch his tip, smearing the precum down his shaft before deciding to go for it and, reaching forward, you took him in your mouth.

Either he wasn’t expecting it or it was extremely sensitive for him, for groaned again, this time loudly and throatily as you took his length in. You were so conscious that it was Seokjin that you supposed it ought to have freaked you out, but the more you sucked him and he seemingly enjoyed it, the more you wanted to continue.

“Nari.”

You paused, training your eyes up at your best friend, his cock still in your mouth.

“I can’t -” He shook his head and swallowed, reaching for your shoulders and gesturing for you to stand up.

You slipped him out of your mouth. “What? What did I -”

“Nothing, you - you don’t have to do that,” he stuttered, as though just realising what was happening and now pulling you up gently by the shoulders.

“No, Jinne, I want to -”

“No, not - not tonight.” When you fell silent, standing in front of him again, he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Some other time, maybe.”

You raised your eyebrows. “So… we’re doing this again then?”

Seokjin stared. “I mean - I - well, sure. Or - or maybe not,” he amended quickly, presumably catching sight of your expression.

You tried to fight a smile. “And are we doing it tonight?”

“Definitely,” he murmured, lowering his head and kissing you again. This time, the kiss felt familiar, like you’d been doing it for far longer than tonight. He pulled you closer by the waist so your bodies were pressed together and you sighed into his mouth when he squeezed your side in affection.

You tugged at his t-shirt and he took the hint, pulling it over his head and emerging, hair tousled and expression dark as he kissed you again, slipping your open shirt off your shoulders and gently backing you onto the bed. You broke away and slipped out of your underwear and let him ease you down, feeling his comfortable weight on top of you. You were suddenly aware that he was completely naked but instead of freaking out, the only thing you could think to do was hurry to do the same.

You lifted yourself off the bed by an inch and unhooked your bra before tossing it to the side, feeling that same intense vulnerability again. Seokjin kissed your shoulder before pulling away to look at you, his eyes widening and his length twitching against the inside of your thigh.

“Jinnie, stop,” you murmured softly, nudging his shoulder when he kept staring. He looked up at you then, giving you a mildly approving look.

“Damn, when did you get hot, Nari?” he quipped, bending his head to kiss you again, his chest pressing against yours.

“Shut up,” you muttered against his lips, feeling him shake with laughter. The heat in your abdomen was returning and, almost as though he could read your mind, Seokjin trailed a hand down your side and brought it between your legs, groaning softly, and you knew you were wet again.

“You’re sure you want to do this, right?” he asked again, this time much less teasingly. His face was inches away from yours, long brown bangs in his eyes as he looked down at you. Of course he was asking you again. In all the time you’d known him, he’d never treated you as anything less than a partner. You trusted him implicitly, and tonight was no different.

You reached up to cup a hand around his neck, stroking the ends of his hair and nodding. “Yeah,” you answered clearly. “You?”

He nodded silently, Adam’s apple bobbing. It made your core tingle and in response, you reached for the condom he’d dropped on the pillow next to you and handed it to him. Seokjin paused for a fraction of a second before sitting up on his knees and slipping it on, giving you a full and clear view of his naked figure again, lean due to years of dieting and hardcore dancing with angelic collarbones and broad shoulders.

Wordlessly, Seokjin lowered himself again to kiss you and moved his hand down to finger you again, the flats of his fingers rubbing your clit deliciously. You bucked your hips into his hand as his fingers moved even lower and entered you carefully.

“Fuck, Jinnie…” You tilted your head back on the pillow, eyes closed as you took in everything you could, every single sensation you hadn’t felt at this intensity in ages. You grabbed his arm and squeezed his bicep, wordlessly asking him what you wanted.

Seokjin bent to kiss your neck and you felt his tip touch your core before he slowly entered you, groaning into your skin as he felt your walls envelope him. You couldn’t hold in your moan either, feeling him stretch you out pleasurably, and you ran a hand through his hair, fingernails scraping his scalp as you got used to feeling him inside you.

“God, Nari, you feel…” Seokjin’s words failed him as he began moving slowly, stretching you with every movement. “Is it king size, do you think?” he murmured against your jaw, moving his hips slightly faster now.

“Mhm,” you sighed, running your fingernails down his back and hearing him hiss softly. “Almost.”

“Very funny.” He hitched your left leg up and hooked it around his hips, opening your legs further and hitting a whole new spot, making you whimper in surprise.

“I’m kidding,” you breathed, manoeuvring your face to bring it to yours and kissing him again. “You feel amazing,” you whispered honestly against his lips, once again feeling vulnerable yet safe with him. He slipped one arm underneath you and held you close, arching your back automatically. “Oh, god… fuck, Jinnie, yes…”

Seokjin couldn’t hold back any longer. Seeing you like this under him, eyes closed and face screwed in pleasure as you moaned his name… it made his chest ache in a way he’d never expected, as though a new side of you had been unlocked, the only that had ever been missing from his life. He moved faster now, squeezing your breast with one hand and kissing you again, swallowing the sounds you made for him.

Your whimpers were getting higher now and you knew you were close. “Jinnie…” You didn’t have time to say anymore; the moment his name left your mouth, he picked up the pace, his hips rolling against yours faster than ever. He was hitting all the right spots; you were barely aware of how hard you were clutching his bicep, fingernails digging into the muscle while your other hand was a fist around the pillow under your head. “Fuck, oh, god…”

With an explosion in your abdomen, you came in Seokjin’s arms, feeling nothing but him as he slowed inside you as waves of pleasure hit you one after the other. Your eyes stayed closed as you came down from your high and you felt him press a sweet kiss to your cheek before beginning to move again, increasing his speed faster this time. A few more thrusts later, he bottomed out with a throaty groan and buried his face in your neck, slowing down again.

“Fuck, Nari…”

Sounds about right. You didn’t think you could move your limbs if you tried, so you didn’t protest when Seokjin gently nudged your jaw with his nose. Opening your eyes, you saw him looking down at you, panting slightly, with a hint of a smile on his handsome face. It made your heart flutter, like you’d just shared an intimate secret - which, you supposed, you had.

He kissed you then, softly, sweetly, before pulling out of you, causing both of you to sigh softly. You stayed there in bed as he disposed of the condom, pulling the covers around you, suddenly feeling exhausted.

“Here.”

You turned to see him toss you a hand towel that you caught just before it landed on you. It was burgundy, cool and damp, and you instantly ran it down your torso, wiping your sternum, hips and inner thighs before discarding it on the ground. You turned to see Seokjin climbing into bed as well, nothing but boxers on as he pulled the other end of the covers around him.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me staying over tonight?” you asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from him anyway.

He didn’t disappoint. “Are you kidding? Do you really think I’d kick you out now?”

“You kicked me out after that fight we had at Jimin’s birthday party.”

“I kicked you out of my room to go sleep in the guest room,” he clarified, leaning over you to turn off the lamp. His chest pressed against your back as he did and you felt a momentary flutter in your chest before he withdrew. “It’s really not the same thing.”

You grinned in the darkness. “Probably not.”

“Yeah, plus, you need the sleep. Can’t have you driving into another tree tomorrow. I have practice, I won’t be able to come pick you up.”

“Point taken, Kimbap,” you said, curling up into the blanket and closing your eyes. There was silence for a few moments before Seokjin spoke again.

“Nari?”

“Hm?”

“I was going to offer…” He waited for you to turn onto your back. “You can sleep here while I’m gone on tour. If those neighbours of yours keep disturbing you.”

“Oh.” You’d almost forgotten why you were here tonight in the first place. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The silence was different now. It wasn’t awkward, but the air of unfinished business lingered. You were suddenly very aware of the distance between you two: enough that you weren’t in danger of making any immediate physical contact, but not so much that you couldn’t still feel him next to you and the heat of his body inches away. You were naked; you waited to feel that same feeling of being exposed and vulnerable, but it never came. This was Seokjin. It felt ridiculous to think you could ever feel anything other than completely safe and secure in his presence, no matter what.

“Nari?” His voice was quieter now, tone slightly nervous.

“Yeah?”

He didn’t speak for a few seconds, but you didn’t prod him. “When we turn thirty,” he began, “and we’re still single… do you want to try it out?”

It took you a moment to understand what he meant. You tried to go back to where the night began, when the topic moved from your break-up to your secret fear of being alone or worse, getting set up and married to someone, and how Seokjin’s interjections had been limited to dismissing you of your fears but also letting slip his own, of his begrudging resentment towards Namjoon and his luck at finding his soulmate by accident.

You cleared your throat. “If we’re both thirty…”

“And you’re still sleeping at the hospital between surgeries and I’m still living out of a suitcase at some or the other hotel…”

For a moment, Seokjin sounded as vulnerable as you’d felt at various moments through the night. You waited to feel the same but all you heard was your own heartbeat, slow and steady, your breathing calm. Your fingers twitched and you wondered if you should reach for his hand, but at the last second decided against it.

“How drunk are you? Right now?”

“On a scale of one to ten?” He paused. “Like, two.”

You nodded, feeling about the same. “Will you make me jajangmyeon?”

“If we…?” He paused, as though waiting for you to nod before remembering he couldn’t see you. When he didn’t speak, you suddenly worried if you’d trivialised his question. Then -

“Every day,” he promised. “Or… you know. Whenever I’m here.”

It didn’t matter, in the end. He’d been making you jajangmyeon ever since he’d learned how to cook. But that was unimportant now, tonight, as you started to fall asleep next to each other.

“It’s a deal, Kimbap.”

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The Long Way Home (Part 3)

Summary: The reader heads inside ready to have it out with her brother, but things don't go to plan and she winds up in the middle of a situation she never could’ve imagined.

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Pairing: Dean x Shy!reader

Word count: 2,995

Warnings: (may contain some fic spoilers) language, violence/blood (minor cuts with a knife/a slap), injury, scary situation (restrained reader), scared!reader, anxiety, angst, demon possession, mentions/implied car accident/death, loss of consciousness

A/N: Here's part 3! Things are starting to get scary in this chapter. Enjoy.

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You anxiously tugged at Dean’s purple flannel, wrapping it tightly around your waist as you opened the front door to your brother’s house. It smelt like Dean or at least his detergent and you found that calming. You were kicking yourself now for letting him go so easily, you should’ve insisted on getting his phone number at the very least, but you didn’t want to force something if he wasn’t feeling it. Although, it was a little hard to believe he didn’t by the way he kissed you goodbye. Maybe you could make a day trip up to Lebanon in a week or two; it was a pretty small town so you figured someone would have to know where the Winchesters lived.

"What are you doing here?" Snapped your brother, Simon, from the other room when you walked into the foyer.

"I-I'm staying with you, r-remember?" You stammered nervously, meeting him in the kitchen.

"The hell you are, get out of here." He demanded, glaring at you from where he leaned up against the counter.

"B-but-"

"I'm not going to tell you again, brat. Get out!" He yelled and you’d finally had enough.

"You can be such an ass sometimes. So what, I think you made a mistake breaking up with June, since when do you even care what I think?" You scowled, it wasn't like your brother to hold a grudge against you for this long for something so trivial. But then again it wasn't like him to leave you behind across state lines with no way home either. "I get it, you’re mad. I just don’t understand why, did she cheat on you or something?”

“Last warning, Y/N.” He said, oddly extremely calm.

“You know what, if anyone has the right to be pissed, it’s me. Do you even care what I’ve been through or how I got home... You left me in the middle of nowhere with a fucking tornado on my ass and a dead cell phone and no money. I had to hitch a ride and spend the night with two guys in a very ominous looking muscle car because my brother is a complete and total jerk. Luckily, they turned out to be really great but things could’ve gone a lot worse if Dean didn’t come along.” You rambled, you were missing him already.

“Winchesters, of course.” Simon groaned to himself and rolled his eyes, “where are they now?”

“They left,” you shrugged and shook your head. “Wait, how do you know their name?”

“Should’ve known they wouldn’t leave a poor, helpless, defenceless little girl on the side of the road.” He sneered, his brown eyes turning to pure obsidian with a blink of his eyes.

You thought you were imagining it for a moment and your knees locked in fear as you continued to stare. It couldn’t be- It had to be the way the sunlight hit his face, it was casting a shadow under his brows making them look black. That made sense, right? Yeah, that had to be it. You were desperately trying to convince yourself that you weren’t crazy.

Your brother watched you with a sinister smirk and volcanic glass eyes, waiting for a reaction from you. One that wouldn’t come as you stood frozen in place.

And after what felt like minutes which was probably a matter of a seconds, he grew impatient and his face twisted into an expression of displeasure. He expected something more along the lines of running and screaming, that’s what he wanted and that’s what he was going to get.

He made his way over to the knife block on the kitchen counter, pulling the largest one from its place and feeling the weight of it in his hand as he slowly made his way over to you.

“S-Simon?”

“Simon’s not home right now but you can leave a message after the beep.” He snickered. Whatever the hell that meant. "He’s still hanging around up here," he said, tapping his temple with an index finger, "-somewhere. View-only though.”

“You’re hilarious, Simon. Now cut it out, you’re scaring me.” You said, stepping backwards as he approached you until your back bumped into the wall.

“Oh, I’m gonna do a lot more than that, brat, and your brother is going to have a front row seat to the show.” He smirked at you, leaning on his free hand against the wall next to you, the other still holding the knife that you kept glancing down at.

“It’s really creepy how you keep talking in third person. You know only psycho killers do that, right?” You stated, frowning when he dragged the knife up to your stomach.

You didn’t think your brother would ever hurt you, but now you were starting to doubt that theory.

“What’s more plausible, goody toe-shoes Simon suddenly snapped. Or someone, or rather something is possessing him. Like it's not even him." He laughed, waving the knife in front of your face for emphasis.

“S-stop, I’ll scream.”

“Timid little thing like you, bet your voice doesn’t even go that high.” He cackled and you felt your fear morph into anger.

“Fuck you!” You shouted.

“There we go, that’s more like it, Y/N!" He shouted back in your face twice as loud, following it up with another dark chuckle.

You'd had enough and grabbed his hand with the knife trying to steal it away. He may have been taller than you but he was skinny and lacking in the muscle department so you usually weren't too unevenly matched.

Except the grip he had on your arm bruised instantly and he ripped the knife away from you effortlessly, grazing your palm in the process and slicing the skin.

You retreated and glanced down at your palm, watching the blood seep into the wound until you felt light-headed and dizzy. You looked back up at your brother to see his eyes still pitch black down to the whites, then the next thing you remember was the hardwood floor quickly rising up to meet you.

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It could've been seconds, minutes, hours; you didn't know. You blacked out and when you came to, you were bound to a chair in your brother's kitchen. There was something wrong with him, something not natural. He was soaked in that smell from the car, the rotting eggs and his eyes... Or was that your imagination? You still didn’t know. And that was another thing, your brother was never that strong but it felt as though his fingers had bluntly bruised your wrist down to the bone. How was that possible? And did you really just pass out because of a little blood? You tugged at the tape on your wrists but it didn't budge and you groaned, attracting your brother's attention.

"It's about time you woke up. I was getting impatient but we wouldn't want to start the fun without you present and accounted for, right?" Simon said, you weren't sure if he was addressing you or himself. He pulled up a chair in front of yours and sat on it backwards facing you with the biggest knife in the kitchen held in his hand. His eyes back to their natural colour. "I'm not gonna hurt you just yet, as long as you're a good little girl and do what I say. Got it?"

"Simon. What happened to you?" You asked, unconvinced by what you suspected was your mind playing tricks on you. "Why are you doing this?"

Simon mocked you in a degrading tone and you glared at him hard. His eyes flashing from their regular brown to pure black with a blink, a grin spreading across his face as you swallowed thickly. He was toying with you.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" You breathed, the question coming out of your mouth before you could stop it.

He looked like a monster. You couldn't still be hallucinating or imagining things, could you? But Simon was your brother and he was human just like everyone else, right? What else could he be?

"Aww, did your little boyfriend not tell you? I'm a demon, Y/N." He said. Was he talking about Dean?

"What the hell are you talking about? Demons aren't real." You scrunched up your face. You were getting irritable yourself and your shoulders were starting to ache from being tied behind the backrest of the chair. The supernatural was a fantasy like magic and fairy-tales, you didn’t understand why he was trying to convince you otherwise. "You're my brother, Simon, I know you. You've always protected me even when you're mad at me. You wouldn't touch a hair on my head and I'd bet my life on that."

"No?" He reached over, plucked a strand of hair from your head and tore it in two. "You were saying?"

"Just cut it out already, huh? This isn't funny anymore," your eyes welled with tears that you managed to blink away. All the emotions you'd felt simmering in your veins for the past twenty-four hours were finally bubbling to the surface. "Don't you think you've put me through enough already, leaving me on the side of the road like that."

"Funny, that actually was Simon." He snickered to himself mostly, "it's hard to break the bond between siblings, he managed to take control of his meat suit just long enough to save his baby sister. And yet, here you are whining about it. See he knew you were just a loose end for me... Although, now you might actually have some worth. Maybe I should keep you alive... for now." You didn’t want to know what he had in mind for you.

"Cut the crap, S-Simon-"

You were starting to have second thoughts on whether he was telling the truth or not. Maybe there was something to this demon thing.

"I. Am. Not. Simon." He snapped, harshly poking a finger to your forehead with every word. "Get that through your thick skull, little girl."

"You're freaking me out," you breathed, this time the tears fell from your eyes. You believed him, he wasn't Simon, not anymore. Whether he be an actual demon or not.

"You, you, you. It's always about you, isn't it?" He ranted, plunging the knife into the seat between your legs.

You let out a nervous breath when it just barely sliced through the jeans on your thigh. You felt a slight sting but ignored the pain as you watched him intently. He left the knife there lodged in the wood and you looked up at him teary eyed.

"At least, that's what your brother thinks."

"Untie me. Now!"

"More orders," he chuckled. "Where would be the fun in that, baby sister?"

"You are such an asshole." You hissed through gritted teeth.

"Demon, actually. Tell me, do you really think this is Simon speaking." He grabbed the knife again, wrenching it from the seat of the chair and brought it up to your cheek. A drop of blood running free when he nicked the skin over your cheekbone. "Simon slicing through your flesh. Maybe Simon just snapped, is that what you think?"

You flinched at the sound of his fingers snapping in your ear and he backed off to see the fear in your eyes before he continued.

"I suppose after what you put him through the past five years it's not entirely unlikely. You do know that he still blames you for your parents' death. Thinks about it everyday, every time he looks at you. You just had to have them at your college graduation, otherwise they never would've been on that particular highway, on that particular day. You're the reason he can't be happy, you're the reason why he'll never get married to that pretty little blonde, June. And remember that promotion he said he didn't get, he lied because he promised your parents' he'd always look after his baby sister. It would've taken him out of town too often and you needed him."

"You're lying." You whimpered, tears easily escaping and wetting your cheeks.

"You wish but being a demon gives me certain abilities. Being able to read your brother's mind while I wear him as a suit is one of them." The smile he gave you sent a chill down your spine and you sunk back into the chair, trying to create more space between you. "Things that go bump in the night are very real, Y/N. And if good old Dean really cared about you, he would've warned you. He should've stayed with you, seen you to the door at the very least. But instead you walked right back into the grasp of your demon big brother.” What the hell did Dean have to do with any of this? “You've always been a meek little thing, shy, and lacking determination, confidence, passion-"

"Screw you." You snapped, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins and you spat in his face when he leaned in. "How's that for meek? You black-eyed bas-" 

"You bitch," he snarled, slapping you across the face and you tasted copper when the inside of your lip split. Heat and pain radiating and numbing the skin of your cheek. "Come on, Y/N/N. You've seen it in his eyes. The way he looks at you especially around this time of year."

You couldn’t deny the irrefutable truth any longer, the man sitting in front of you was not your brother. Sure, he looked the same and sounded the same, but it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. You’d gotten into fights before with Simon as kids and if he ever did hurt you, which was only ever by accident, he would stop immediately to make sure you were okay.

This man didn’t give a shit about you and you refused to believe that that was still your brother. Besides, the lack of an explanation for the way his eyes unnaturally flipped to solid black at a moment’s notice was really starting to trouble you. Not to mention his new found strength and his entirely alternate personality. Demon made the most sense out of all other possibilities.

“I don't believe you," you said, although if you were being honest with yourself, you had seen that look in your brother's eyes before. Even if you didn't think he actually blamed you for what happened, you’d seen it cross his mind; hell, it even crossed yours from time to time. “Say I believe you, you’re a demon wearing my brother’s body as some sort of costume?”

“About time! Welcome to the party, Y/N.” He snickered, tapping your cheek with the side of the knife so it slapped against your skin but didn't cut. “I prefer to think of it as a meat suit but the implication’s the same.”

“And my brother is he-?”

"Oh, sweetheart-" you never thought you'd cringe at that endearment, but here you were. "-your brother is just fine, for the time being but test me and that will change. Now, tell me how well do you know the Winchesters? Did you get all comfy-cozy with Dean on your sleepover?" The demon questioned, back on the topic of Dean.

Sure the guy was good looking, kind, sweet, and the best kisser you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing but the demon's interest in him bordered on obsession, minus the undertone of jealousy. It confused and annoyed you.

“What the hell is your obsession with the Winchesters?” You asked, scrunching up your face.

“You really have no idea what you’ve stumbled into; do you, darling? The Winchesters are famous and no, not like movie star famous... more like infamous. At least in my line of work and if I could bring even one of their heads back to hell on a platter- oh, the praise I would get. Everyone would know and fear me and you see, baby sister, that’s every demon’s dream. So, what d’you say, wanna help a demon out?” He explained, you still didn’t understand but you weren’t about to do anything to hurt Dean or Sam.

“No thanks, I’m good.” You grinned sarcastically, tugging at your wrists again and managing to stretch the tape slightly.

“Wasn’t really a question, Y/N.” He growled, gripping your hair and forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I don’t really care.” You insisted, loving how easy it was to get on the demon’s nerves. Sure, you were still scared as fuck but adrenaline does something to you in a situation like that.

“Oh my, you are a hard headed one, aren’t you? Maybe you’ll care if I hurt your precious big brother,” the demon said, redirecting the knife to your brother’s throat playfully.

“Okay, okay. Just fucking stop.” You bit out but he just smiled back at you. He looked twisted, like he was an entirely different person; which technically, you supposed he was. “What do you want me to do?”

“All in due time, Y/N.” He grinned from ear to ear, satisfied that he’d finally broken you; found your weak spot, your brother. “Do you hear that? Lover boy’s back. Time to shine, baby sister.”

You didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, you didn’t hear anything, but you weren’t about to question it when he stood up and circled around you, cutting your wrists free. It was almost like he wanted you to run, you weren’t sure if it was a thrill-of-the-chase type of deal but you couldn’t not take the opportunity.

You made a break for the front door, tripping on the carpet along the way and scrambling to your feet as fast as you could. You ripped the door open and jumped down the steps sprinting down the path and glancing back to see if your brother was chasing after you. But you didn’t see him and ran straight into a solid body that grabbed onto your waist tightly.

You were about to scream when you saw who it was...

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A/N: Read Part 4 here

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Lovely

Chapter 6: Sunflowers, Roses and Silly Dreams

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It was a lot, for YN, and also for Harry.

It's been over two months. Two months of them pending more and more time together and basically having sex almost every moment they could and later cuddle in her bed whispering sweet nothings to each other until one of them falls asleep. Wake up every morning naked with tangled limbs and sheets.

Whilst Harry liked the after sex pillow talk, he was worried of doing something wrong. Whilst one of their many conversations, he got to know there was a significant age gap between two of them. It wasn't a problem to him unless she'd be a minor. But she was legally an adult. She was naive yet very mature. Was he having second thoughts about his feelings? No, he already fell for her. He was just scared to admit it to himself. It was a lot for him. Of course he would want to work it out with her. If she wants, he was so much in love with her.

YN on the other hand, was feeling stupid because she was so madly in love with him already and how fast and easy it was for her fall for this guy who she have known just for a few months. It was something she have went through before and ended up in a mess of a break up. He was the only person who was nice to her and she fell head over heels for him, that was gonna mess up their friendship too. Friends who sleep with each other? It never sat right with her. She wouldn't be able to live in that country if she have yet another heartbreak. She was not that brave to bring that topic up.

Also, she had her ex reaching out to her wanting to talk and fix their mess up. She doesn't want to, she is over him. She was also being called to office now. They had selective staff members working from office, and it was harder for her to stay away from Veer more because he worked in same department as hers and even in the same team. She was really stuck. It was eating her inside out. Even her grandparents have now started to ghost her, they hardly reach out to her now. It has officially been a year since that car accident and the death of her mother and sister. It was really too much for her, she didn't even cared about her nineteenth birthday really. Deep down she really blamed it on herself, she have to blame someone for what happened, and what a better better than herself! It was really getting to her to her bad from past few days. She wanted to and have to be all by herself.

Harry felt brave enough to ask her out (or In- in this case) on a date. He planned on making dinner for them both, and they could spend time at his like almost every other day but just call it an official date. And their date was planned on a weekend.

And it was yet another Saturday.

Harry was fast asleep next to YN but she was awake entire night, missing her only family. She was just waiting to meet her mother in another realm by now.

YN was just thinking about how her mum would reach if she found out about her "thing" with Harry. Would she be furious?

YN haven't cried in months now, and felt new to cry now. It was six thirty in the morning and she still wasn't able to go to sleep despite being so tired. Laying on her stomach she had her face buried in her pillow.

Harry woke up everyday just by that and he was surprised to see her like that. He got scared.

"Hey, YN!" He called for her caressing her head. He sighed a breath of relief when she hummed a reply. "You'll suffocate yourself, look at me."

"No, I won't. Let me be." Her voice came as muffle to his against the pillow, but he could definitely hear how watery her voice was.

"You alright lovie, what happened?" He pulled her closer to him, wrapping her up in the thin blanket both of them shared to cover their naked bodies. "Baby are you crying? Hey, come here." He cooed.

"It's okay, I'm here. Do you want to tell me what happened? Did you not sleep all night baby?" He asked, "could feel you tossing and turning all night."

She just shook her head in no crying silently.

"Will you look at me please?" He requested, "don't want you to suffocate yourself, please?"

YN shifted towards him. Harry wasted no time in gathering her up in his arms.

"What's wrong, lovely?" He asked again.

"I don't know, I am sorry." She shook her head.

"Why are sorry, hmm? It's okay, you can cry all you want but I have to know the reason why you're crying baby." He was confused and worried.

"It, it happened today last year. I, I don't know... I don't know what is going on with me." She mumbled almost panicking confused of her own feelings.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Everything is fine, I don't want you to panic. I am here with you." He assured her, feeling her practically shivering in his arms. "You want to sit up?"

She nodded. Harry grabbed his tshirt lying on the floor quickly as he helped her sit up and helped her put it on. Adjusting the pillows for her by head rest of her bed he sat down next to her. He hated to see her cry. No one wants to see the person they love crying, everyone hates that, and so does he. Harry waited for her to speak up when ever she felt comfortable.

YN was really good at calming down from her break downs. Plus, she didn't wanted Harry to think she is annoying as well. She needs the day all to herself and just put herself at the right place this day in particular. Can she do that all by herself? Maybe, she wouldn't know unless she tries. She doesn't want to be rude to Harry and ask him to leave her alone for the day.

Harry watched her calm down and wiped off her own tears, taking in a few long breaths.

"I know it's hard, but you can tell me if there is anything I can do to comfort you. I'll do anything and everything." Harry spoke with soft tone, "I just hate to see you cry." He flattened down her bed hair running his fingers through them. YN couldn't help but lean into his touch.

"Can— I don't want to be rude Harry, but umm... I, I want to be alone today. I am sorry, I just want to be by myself." She finally spoke up.

"You're not being rude and there is nothing for you to apologise for it, okay? I understand you need the day to yourself and there is nothing wrong with that." He said, and he understood.

"You need me to get you anything or do anything before I leave?" He offered.

"I just want a hug, please!" She requested.

"Come here then." And he obliged to her request. "You know where I am if you need me okay baby?"

"Yeah!" She nodded. "I am sorry, you planned—"

"I told you, it's all fine." He interrupted her.

"Can I also have a kiss, please?" She requested.

"Of course honey!" He gave the kiss she asked for so sweetly.

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YN went on about her day like always but today she went to her mum and sister's resting place for the first time, she found it way too hard to go there. It was a cultural and religious thing that girls weren't allowed in the cemetery, and she didn't had the energy to argue with the guy at the gate to let her go in. So she just stood by the gate, leaned back on the tree on the side walk, with two roses she got for her sister. She loved roses. She plans on giving it to the man at the gate for him to go and put it by their graves for her.

She was so happy that day coming back home after having a blast with her mum and sister in New York. She remembered how her mum was doing everything in her ability to make her feel happy again. YN really thought she was over reacting over a breakup, she didn't eat or sleep properly for weeks on weeks. But it was her mum who was doing everything to make her feel that her feelings were valid and not stupid and that she wasn't overreacting. It was just her way of dealing with the heartbreak, which she realised wasn't really helping her at all. It took her a very long time to realise that her life doesn't end when a person decides to make an exit from her life. She can still live and have a way better time.

Her mum made a plan to take the girls to New York, to get YN's mind off the things. And it really helped her. Especially her sister, she was a character herself. YN's sister despised the guy she was dating with her whole heart, and she made fun of him all the time. YN found it quite hilarious and healing in a weird way to talk shit about the guy who broke up with her. YN loved the way Filiz would mock his accent and act out certain ways he'd talk in a mocking tones and ways.

YN even got grounded for a month after her mum found out she was dating this guy, who was way too old for her. But YN was really at her 'rebellious teenage phase'- as her mum called it— to listen to her mother. Her mum didn't— actually, she did!— had a problem with the guy YN was dating. She was still a kid two years ago, heck, she would always be a kid to her mother. It wasn't right. YN learned it the hard way. Though she was smart enough to stand her ground and not give into that relationship too much to the point where it was very toxic and he was taking advantage of her. She didn't know how she did that but she did. That didn't made sense, to her. She learned it was wrong to be someone who was Twenty-two and she was just sixteen. But she wouldn't call it a mistake. Her feelings for this person were genuine and that would invalidating her feelings if she called it a mistake.

Was she repeating the same thing? She have grown so much since past Eighteen months. She is now Nineteen, knows (or at least she hoped) what is right and wrong for her.

One thing YN learned from her breakup was, she have to learn to deal with her own things as much as she could. There just little to something her mother could do for her. YN was way too depended on her, there was nothing wrong with that, but now YN found it difficult to be on her own now.

She lost her hope to go back to her grandparents and start fresh. There was so much so her maternal grandma could do for her, she was herself living with her son. YN's paternal grandparents were only some sort of hope for her. But they lived her dad who was not so nice to her. It also didn't felt right to her to leave her mother and sister here, at least she can visit their resting place when she wants, but she doesn't know anyone here. She have no family here. She was not a people person, not at all, but she still needed her people around her and they're gone now.

As she was stood there, she saw there were few other people at the cemetery carrying out the funeral. Her sister and mum's grave was just close to the gate and she saw a head of brown curls by there, watering and cleaning up their graves. It took her solid minute to realise who it was.

"Sister you can't go in there." The guy at the gate called her out but she didn't care.

"What do you think you're doing here?" She asked, "leave!"

"God! What is your problem?" Her ex, Veer, spoke up.

"What is my problem?" She asked, "What is my problem? How the hell can you come and visit my mum and sister's grave without my permission? Do you think that's appropriate after what you did?"

"I was just cleaning their grave." Was his explanation.

"They don't need you to that. I am here." YN said.

"You are not even allowed in here. And there are people here for once can you not make it a scene and stop being annoying and listen for once?"

God she wants to throw punches at his face!

"I am not, I know that very well. Don't teach me about my culture and religion, I don't need to learn that from a shit person like you. I can very well ask other people who do this to help me with it. And now if your done with your pity shit, you can get the hell out of here." She made it clear to him. "You find me annoying, then so it be. Now leave before I ask the gatekeeper to get you out of here."

"You don't want to listen to me, do you?"

"I am done listening to everyone. I have enough people telling me what am I supposed to do and not, and I don't need another one." She snapped, "why are you even here?"

"I came to visit my grandma here. I didn't know your mum and sister were here too." He explained.

In her religion, it was an act of good deed to visit one's resting place, clean up and water the grave. Maybe there is a chance he was doing it out of his own and he didn't know she was going to be there. He didn't know. She shouldn't be arguing with him about it. But she doesn't want him there, at all.

"Did you collected you good deeds? Good, so now I think you should really go Veer. I don't want you around here, good for you, you came to visit your grandmother. I don't care, I don't want you around my family." YN spoke. "If it weren't because of you, we would have never went to New York and that accident wouldn't have happened and I would have my Mummy and Filiz with me. God, Mummy always warned me!"

"You can't say that! I never took advantage of you, did I now YN? Was our relationship not acceptable? No it wasn't. Doesn't mean I didn't loved you, heck, I still love you. You don't get to blame it on me! I didn't tell your Mummy to take you to New York!" He snapped now.

YN shouldn't blame anyone. Not him. Not even herself. It happened because it meant to happen. But she was so mad at him.

"You don't know how it was for me, she couldn't see me locked up in my bedroom all day. Our relationship wasn't something she approved of. And I disappointed her." YN said. "I don't want deal with anything with you now, Veer. You have to respect that and leave me alone. And no I don't even want to be friends with you. I can never be friends with you."

He stood there silently, flashing his brown eyes at her. She was right, they were broken up, he did that himself. He broke up with her over a stupid reason. And he have to deal with it or leave it. She doesn't want to have to do anything with him. He wouldn't force her.

"Okay then." He nodded and YN nodded back.

"And thank you for- for cleaning up Filiz and Mummy's grave." YN expressed her appreciation. She watched him walk out and let out a sigh when he was out of sight.

"I got you a rose, Filiz." She kept a rose by the tomb stone. "I know you love them, it's from the plant you potted last year. I still water it for you."

"I even got one for you Mumma." She kept the other rose by her Mum's tomb stone. They had a running joke in their family of YN and Filiz being so close, and their mum would always tease them about how they leave her alone. It was of course a joke, and YN and Filiz always teased their mum.

"I don't want you to feel like I love Filiz more than you. I love you both equally." She said with teary eyes yet a chuckle left her lips, "I hope you two still love me too. I know I am sort of repeating what happened before, I guess you can see that from wherever you are. I swear he isn't like that." She stopped talking for a while and let out a deep exhale. She didn't know what to do with her hands, she felt awkward having hanging by her thighs. She clasped her hands behind her back.

"I- I am so alone Mumma." She confessed, "I don't know how I am still living without you two. Nana, she- she doesn't call me anymore. Papa still hates me. What am I supposed to do now? If I go back, I don't have anywhere to go to. I don't want to leave you two here. You didn't had to leave me like this."

"I am mad. Yeah, a little. But I still love you though. So much. I am sorry, I didn't listen to you. But- but I don't regret anything, you know that. You said I shouldn't invalided my feelings like that and I've came to accept them." She didn't know herself what she was saying, but it was what she felt saying.

"Rest easy. I love you both." She took a half step back. "So much."

"I'll come to see you again some time." She walked out with that.

Rest of her day went by very slow and sad. But she went through it.

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The next day, YN went to see Harry. He was going to begin filming for his new movie from Monday which was day after. So they would get less and less time to be together.

She was feeling much better this morning. She was excited to see Harry and hug him. She knocked on his door nervously. She didn't know why she was so nervous but she was. It almost didn't felt right to her to go see him.

He opened the door with a beam on his face. YN expected him to greet her with a kiss on her lips and a bear hug like usual but he didn't.

"Hello love, come in!" He opened the door more for her. YN saw he had few people over. Two ladies and a guy were sat on the sofa.

"Guys this is YN, she lives next door." Harry introduced her to the people, "and YN this is Jeffery my manager, Ms. Florence Pugh, and Sylvia Carmine."

YN knew Florence. Florence Pugh! She was sitting right across from where YN was standing and she couldn't believe it. She looked so pretty in a flowery dress and her blonde hair left loose. YN was fangirling inside. But she didn't knew anything about this Sylvia girl. She have not heard her name but she was pretty too.

"Hi." YN smiled and waved awkwardly. She can't shake hands with them. Jeffery looked confused and looked back and forth between Harry and YN.

"I- I'll come by some other time if- if you are busy." YN stuttered talking to Harry.

"No, you-" Harry was interrupted by his manager.

"Yes, he is busy. We were working here." He said. Harry glared at him whilst YN just glanced at the guy sitting on the love seat before she looked back at her Harry. He didn't said anything to Jeffery.

"Alright." YN nodded.

"We are almost done, YN you don't have to leave." Florence spoke out of nowhere. "We were just going through the script again. I'm sure Harry told you about the movie."

"Yeah he did told me about the movie." YN smiled at the girl, "but I don't think I should stay. It was nice meeting you Florence."

"Nice to meet you too." Florence smiled a sweet smile. YN looked at Harry once before she left.

YN needed to clean around her house so she did that to pass her time. Prepared for breakfast and lunch for next day. She still wasn't a morning person, so she prepared for breakfast and lunch night before now that she have to go to office for work. Also she was pretty mad at Harry for not standing up for her. He isn't obliged to, they're not dating but it was still a bad stinger. She didn't saw Harry that day at all. Great! Was he ignoring her too now? Yay!

She went to bed somehow. She have to go to work tomorrow! She have an important presentation, she can't take the day off or be late and tired.

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Her day started off very well, she was up pretty fresh and well rested. She packed up her lunch and got ready to leave.

Harry leaves just about same time as her and she was meant to see him in the hallway even if she was mad. Looked like he was waiting for her. She looked at him up and down before locked her door and put on her mask before she started walking downstairs.

"Hey YN. Wait..." He called out and ran after her.

"I am mad at you, leave me alone." She was about to go down the second staircase when he held grabbed her hand to stop her.

"I am sorry baby." He spoke, "look at me please."

"Leave my hand." She looked up at him. He did left her hand.

"Look, baby, I really don't have much of a say against him. I am sorry I couldn't speak up for you. Thought you'd do yourself. I am so sorry for assuming that, lovely." He explained.

"Right, you don't have a say against your employee." YN rolled her eyes, "and what would I say? You didn't introduced me at least as your friend so I could say Oh no, I am not leaving, Harry is my friend! But I couldn't."

"I fucked up there. I am sorry, but you're not just a friend!" He defended.

"Then whatever it is... whatever it is between you and me." She seemed to correct herself with heavy heart. "You try to avoid the topic every time it's brought up!"

"I am so sorry darling. I kind of blanked out, got nervous there." He said, "please try to understand baby."

He could tell that she have an angry pout on her face underneath her mask. He just blanked out last day. He told Florence about YN because she was the first one to arrive for their meeting, and he just trusted her more. He knew Florence for a few years now, and he kind of got nervous and shy because she was teasing him constantly. He felt like he was Seventeen again.

"Can we talk about this after work? I don't want to be late today." She requested.

"Yes! Yes, we can." He nodded his head, "you want me to drop you off?"

"I'm good, thank you." She said politely. Once downstairs, they shared their normal morning kisses and hugs.

"I'll text you when I'm off, okay?" He said tucking her hair behind her ear gently.

"Yeah." She nodded.

Her day went on just about fine after that. Her presentation went very well. She felt very bubbly that day, especially during lunch. He sat down with Ms. Frances— she worked with her mother— for lunch today. She was one the few colleagues of her mother who YN know and had somewhat of a good relationship with. Ms. Frances has always been a sweetheart to YN, she even came to see all five days that YN was at the hospital and she was even there for her at the time of her mum and sister's funeral— Ms. Frances was just a lovely lady all in all. She felt very free and relaxed when she was working really. She didn't felt nervous or introverted, maybe it have to do something with the environment of her work place. But was having fun working there.

"YN, when are you graduating?" Ms. Frances asked.

"Next year, I'm just about to finish my second year this year." YN explained.

"Oh, nice. So you'll also end your intership here there." Ms. Frances said, "do you know what you want to do next?"

"I really don't know, maybe I'll just continue working here." YN shrugged.

"If you are interested, I have a friend working at Google. She is secretary there and will be retiring in two years now. You can apply for the job there and train under her for a year. You'll get promoted to as secretary from Assistant secretary." Ms. Frances said, "It's a very suitable position for you. You have amazing leadership qualities in you, you're just a bit hesitant, but you'll get out of your comfort zone over the time. Please consider that. You'll do great on that post."

"Oh! I will look into it." YN nodded.

"Yeah, they will start hiring around same time next year. I'll let you know when you can apply." Ms. Frances beamed.

"Yeah sure!" YN nodded, "thank you so much."

"Of course honey."

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What the hell! She can get a job at Google?!

It would make her life so much more easier!

YN got off work by five and the first thing she did after showering was checking up requirements of the job. She was already studying Business law, it was just perfect for her! She even got a text from Harry saying he'd be home in twenty.

She just have to do more research about the work position more. Apply the first thing when they start hiring. She was very, very, very happy!

The door bell went off, she jolted up from her seat and wen to open the door knowing who it is.

"Hi!" Harry squealed with a beam on his face.

"Hey!" She smiled back. He walked in and hugged her tightly.

"I got you a cake!" He announced.

"Cake? What's the occasion?" YN asked.

"It was your birthday last week baby, I saw it on one of the pictures on your wall" He explained. There was a Polaroid picture on the wall tucked away in corner from YN's seventeenth birthday and it had the date printed on it.

"Awh! Harry, thank you so much!" She got emotional.

"Don't cry!" He was going to cradle her face into his hands but he stopped. He needs to wash his hands first! "Got you flowers too!"

He was also holding a small bouquet of red roses which he handed to her. She looked more happy and excited for roses than the cake. She closed her eyes smelling the fresh flowers with sweet smile playing her lips.

"They are so pretty. Thank you Harry." She cooed.

"Of course baby. And I need to wash my hands first. But you're not going to cry today, we're going to celebrate." He kept the bag with the cake box in it on the kitchen counter. He kissed her forehead and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"I made us just pasta. Ran out of groceries. Didn't got the time to go to the stores." YN said once Harry walked out of the bathroom.

"Don't worry about that. I'll get them tomorrow when I come back." He said.

"Oh... You- you don't have to." YN got all awkward.

"What do you mean? I practically live here, eat here everyday, please let me contribute to something, darling." He casually walked back in kitchen and got the cake out.

He was right, he practically lived there now. At this point there was so point for him to be paying the rent for his apartment. YN was just very sweet to be feeding him healthy home cooked meals for free for a few months now.

"Before we get to celebrating your birthday, late birthday I must say, I want to apologise for not standing up for you yesterday baby." He said taking her hands in his, "trust me when I say this, I really don't have a say against him. I— I have some shit going on right now, I will tell you later, but trust me, I just blanked out because I told Flo about us and she was teasing me the whole time. And as I said, I don't have a day against him darling. I am sorry."

He told his friend about them, like what? She hopes he didn't tell her that they sleep together and that's it. He didn't looked like a person to openly discuss his sex life with his friends anyway. She hopes he told his friend that he likes her, maybe? She liked to think about it that way. Well, she likes him but she was too scared to confess her feelings.

"It's okay, Harry, I am not mad anymore." She assured him, "I know what is going with your work, I don't understand how music industry works really, but you can always talk to me if you want someone to talk to."

"Yeah? I appreciate that lovely. You're so sweet to me." He smiled, "I—"

Fuck! He almost said I love you!

"Can I have a kiss now?" He asked to cover up his unfinished sentence.

"Yeah!" She smiled and pecked his cheek softly.

"Let me light the candles for you now." Harry sat down at the dining table next to his lovely. He lit the candles. It was a very pretty cake decorated with white buttercream and sunflowers draw with coloured buttercream. Happiest Birthday Lovely was written on it with yellow colour in a very fancy font. And small red heart.

"I'll get the knife." YN went to get rhe butter knife. She didn't trusted Harry with sharp knives. He almost chopped off his finger the other day when he was helping her to 'cook' by making salad. Harry made her sit on his lap instead of her own chair.

"Make a wish and blow the candles." He said.

God he is so fucking sweet and nice to her!

YN made her wish. Wishes— plural— easy rest for her mum and sister. An amazing and healthy life for her and for her Harry, even if they're still not together in future. And she blew the candles with waving her hands at them instead of blowing from her mouth, she hated it when people did that and never did herself. Harry started singing the birthday song for her in his own dorky way making her giggle and she cut the slice into the cake and offered to feed him some.

"Oh, it actually tastes good!" He was surprised. He had his assistant on the set get the cake for him and he wasn't really impressed by how it looked.

"It does!" YN nodded after tasting it herself. "The cake is really pretty Harry, thank you so much."

"You think so baby? I am glad you like it." He let out a sigh of relief.

"I love it." YN told him. "I'll go and heat up the pasta for us?"

"Let me do that. You sit here and enjoy your cake." He patted her bum making her stand up.

The pasta was still pretty warm when Harry checked it but he reheated it on the stove anyway. YN wasn't the best cook herself but she have improved so much. In her defence, she never cooked in her life she lived on instant noodles for a couple of months. YouTube was her best friend learning different recipes and practice really made her pretty good. Harry enjoyed her food, she was just a self critique.

They had their dinner. And tonight it was YN ranting about how amazing her day her, how her boss praised her for her work, and how amazing her presentation went really. Harry was a little bit surprised to hear her talk so much in a very long time, but his heart felt full seeing her so, so happy! They had his random playlist playing in background on his phone.

Whilst washing dishes Harry was dancing on his own songs like a dork that he is, making YN laugh.

"What are you doing?" YN laughed watching him sway his booty on the the intro of Only Angel. He laughed as well continuing his work. He was done by the time song ended.

YN gasped when It been a long, long time by Harry James started playing. YN knew that song from Avengers Endgame. She loved the song so much, it never failed to play that scene from the movie every time she listens to that song. Harry was already standing in front of her with his hand out.

Never thought that you would be

standing here so close to me

there's so much I feel that I should say

but words can wait until some other day

"Would you give me the honour to dance with you m'lady?" He put on a very posh accent.

"Of course." YN nodded with flushed cheeks. She held his hand and stood up. Harry's hands found their home on her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned down to press a sweet kiss on the apple of her cheek, as he sang along.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

Haven't felt like this, my dear

Since I can't remember when

It's been a long, long time

They really haven't kissed since before both of them left for work. YN found it hilariously adorable. She rested her head on his chest and they swayed to the music slowly, his cheek was rested on top of her head.

You'll never know how many dreams

I've dreamed about you

Or just how empty they all seemed without you

So kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long time

Haven't felt like this my dear

Since I can't remember when

It's been a long, long time

Harry really haven't felt like this is a long time! God he loved her so much but every time he nudged himself enough to confess his love her, his voice always chickened out on him. She made him nervous, like really nervous! Her kisses on his cheek never failed to make butterflies go fucking crazy in his tummy. He wouldn't be surprised if the butterfly tattoo on his tummy flew away. Well, that was an over exaggeration but that's how he felt around her.

You'll never know how many dreams

I dreamed about you

Or just how empty they all seemed without you

So kiss me once then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time...

Harry had no idea about her silly dreams. Was it cheesy? Maybe... But, she just kept them, her dreams, to herself because she have no idea where they both stand in this confusingly weird relationship of theirs. It felt very silly for her to be dreaming an amazing life with him. Everything in between them felt so fragile to her that she was even afraid of her silly dreams being able to crush it down all together. She could at least live them in her sleep her, right?

"Now kiss me, will you? It's really been a long long time!" He asked once the song ended. YN chuckled and lifted her head up from his chest. Getting up on her tippy-toes she pressed their lips together into gentle lingering kiss.

"You sing really well." YN complimented him as she got back down on her heels.

"Oh! Thank you so much baby." Harry acted surprised.

"Yeah, pretty decent voice." She added. "Need a little coaching."

"Hey!" He complained, being his dramatic self.

For the night they watched another episode of friends and went to bed.

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: whilst caring for a new patient of yours, you definitely didn't expect to fall for her cute neighbour, Wanda Maximoff

warning/s: very minor mentions of injuries and death

author's note: okay so firstly, buckle in, folks, this is gonna be like 6 parts long lol. Also, I google translated all the Russian bits so i apologise if they are incorrect! okay, you may enjoy now :)

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"38... 38... 38..."

I scanned the doors to the many apartments in the hall, hoping to find the one that belonged to my newest patient – Anna Pivec. As a nurse, I was always given new patients to visit and tend to until they no longer needed it or chose not to have me around. I'd just been assigned a new patient, Anna, and was excited to meet her.

"38!" I said to myself, spotting the door at the end of the hallway. I knocked on before waiting patiently, hoping she wasn't sleeping or anything. It wasn't too early – 10AM – and she knew I was coming, so finger's crossed.

The door opened to reveal a short, old lady with grey hair and a cane in her hand. I smiled kindly, meeting her cloudy gaze.

"You must be the one my granddaughter is paying to look after me because she can't do it herself," the woman spoke before I could introduce myself. Stepping to the side, she motioned with her cane. "Come on in."

My smile dropped at her abruptness. "I, er, yeah, I guess that's me." As I walked in, I said, "My name is Y/N Y/L/N. The nurse from–"

"Yeah, I know where you're from," she cut me off, closing the door and heading further into her apartment. "They sent me a brochure, milaya."

I followed after her, surprised at how quick she was for an old lady with back and heart problems. She was leading me into the open plan living-room and kitchen.

"I'm sorry – milaya? What does that mean?" I asked politely, hoping I didn't come across as rude.

She waved her hand dismissively, mumbling something to herself in what I think was Russian. Her profile did say she was from Sokovia, so maybe that was it.

"Okay, erm, well, as I said," I changed the subject, figuring she wouldn't give me an answer, "I'm Y/N. I'll be here five times a week and basically be doing anything you need me to do. Of course, I only want you to be comfortable in your own home, so if you ever feel anything but, please let me know."

She hummed in acknowledgement before motioning for me to follow her. I set my bag on the kitchen counter before sitting on the couch as she did so on the recliner. She sighed with content as the pain on her back was eased from taking a seat.

"Tell me about yourself," she said gently.

I smiled with amusement. "That's usually what I ask my patients."

"Do forgive me, milaya," she said, and I made a mental note to bring a Russian-English dictionary with me tomorrow, "but you're a stranger in my home. I'd prefer to know about you before I let you take care of me."

I nodded, slightly impressed. Her profile didn't do her justice. Usually, the elderly I cared for were quick to allow me to do my thing, never really questioning who I was or what my intentions were. I was starting to get the impression that Anna was a strong, stubborn woman in a little old lady's body – definitely not one to mess around with.

"Okay, well, I'm a nurse," I began with the basics, and from there, went into a long ramble about my job, how I got into it, what it consisted of...

Anna was full of questions, taking the time to get to know me and I her. Once I had told her everything I could think to, she told me about her life. How she lived in Sokovia up until she was thirty-five years old and had to flee with her husband and daughter because of the war. She gushed about the both of them, a twinkle in her eye as she recalled their livelihoods like they were still alive. Her husband had unfortunately passed many years ago due to liver problems – "All that drinking, milaya! Us Sokovians are a force to be reckoned with!" – and her daughter had passed in a car accident not long after.

It was a tragic tale, but she didn't let it bring her down. In fact, she seemed grateful to have lived it and I couldn't help but smile as she shared it with me.

I noticed she would speak short phrases in Russian mid-conversation, without realising, which didn't make it easier for me to understand, but I couldn't bring it in myself to interrupt her to ask what they meant because she said it with such sincerity that I figured it reminded her of her home.

After our conversation, I made her lunch and gave her her medication before watching some TV with her and pretty much talking to her once again. She was quite an interesting woman, different to my usual patients, and I was enjoying our time together. After spending the day there, I wished her a good night before leaving.

When I returned the next morning, I let myself in with the key Anna gave me and called out a good morning.

"In here!" an unfamiliar female voice called out.

I furrowed my brows as I took off my jacket and headed into the living-area. Anna was sat in her recliner as usual, but she had a guest sat on her couch. A young woman, possibly my age, with long dark hair and a friendly smile on her lips was sat comfortably; she had a cup of tea in her hands and her legs pulled up on the couch like she lived there.

The stranger and Anna exchanged words in Russian briefly before the former stood up, about to introduce herself.

"Oh, are you her granddaughter?" I asked, putting two and two together. It was the only explanation I could think of for how comfortable she was and the fact that she was also Sokovian (I assumed, anyway).

The girl laughed, her green eyes sparkling as she shook her head. Putting out her hand, she said, "I'm Wanda Maximoff. Anna's neighbour."

Slightly embarrassed by my mistake, I smiled awkwardly and shook her hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have– I just thought because you were speaking Russian that–"

"It's fine, no harm no foul," she put me at ease quickly, before taking her seat again. "I've lived next door to Anna for about a year now. Sometimes I keep her company on my days off."

I set my bag on the floor before taking a seat on the couch, leaving a gap between Wanda and I.

"That's nice," I said with a smile before looking to Anna. "How are you feeling this morning, Mrs Pivec?"

She sighed, waving her hand dismissively, before saying something to Wanda in Russian who was listening intently. Nodding her head, Wanda looked to me with amusement.

"What did she say?" I asked, quirking a brow.

"She said she told you to stop calling her Mrs Pivec yesterday," Wanda translated, trying not to laugh.

"Just call me Anna, Y/N," Anna added with a nod. "And I'm fine. Just had breakfast with Wanda here."

"Breakfast," I repeated slowly. "How long ago was that? Just gotta make sure you get your meds."

"Shoot, am I doing your job?" Wanda asked, slightly panicked.

"No, no, you're not." I laughed at the way she scrunched her nose. "I mean, it would help if I could have breakfast with Miss– Anna, so I know when she has her medication. But it's all good."

"Are you sure? I can leave if I'm in the way," Wanda said with a frown.

"No need," I reassured her. "If Anna doesn't mind your presence, it's all good. I'm just here to look after her, clean up, make sure she eats, has her meds."

Wanda looked to Anna, who seemed unbothered by her presence.

"She can stay," Anna said with a shrug. "Makes it feel less like I'm a pet."

I opened my mouth to say something, possibly make her feel better, but I wasn't sure what to say.

"Don't mind her," Wanda reassured, giving Anna a knowing look before shooting me an easygoing smile. "She tends to speak her mind exactly as it is. No filter whatsoever. And very stubborn. You may have noticed."

I cracked a smile, feeling better knowing that it wasn't just me who noticed Anna's unique personality traits.

"Hey, that stubbornness and lack of filter is exactly how I beat my husband and his friends in every poker game back home," Anna said with a playful smirk.

Wanda and I chuckled, before the brunette leaned on the couch comfortably and looked to me.

"We finished breakfast, maybe, ten minutes ago? I made us eggs and toast," she answered my question from earlier.

I hummed before getting up with my bag and heading to the kitchen. Setting my bag on the counter, I grabbed my diary and also Anna's medication from its place on the kitchen counter.

"I'll give you your medicine now, Anna," I told her, already grabbing a glass of water for her.

"Thank you, milaya," she called back, and I spun around, immediately going to get my Russian-English dictionary from my bag. "Wait, I know what that is!" I flicked through the pages and scanned it eagerly. "Milaya... milaya... milaya! Okay, it means... sweetie."

"Sweetie," Wanda said at the same time, and I looked up to see her watching me from behind her cup of tea, trying not to laugh again.

"I guess another perk of your presence is being the translator," I said sheepishly, realising just how eager I was a second ago. "Anna likes to speak Russian a lot, which I'm fine with of course, but..." I waved the dictionary in the air.

"It's funny watching tvoye lichiko, milaya," Anna said with that same mischievous smirk on her face.

I looked down to my dictionary, struggling to pinpoint a single word in her sentence that I could search. It was overwhelming, the words going in one ear and out the other.

"She said it's funny watching your little face, sweetie," Wanda translated upon seeing my frozen state.

I relaxed my shoulders. "Thanks." Then I realised what she said. "Hey!"

Anna laughed as Wanda grinned, and I was suddenly glad she was here. I grabbed Anna's meds with a glass of water before giving them to her. After making sure she swallowed them properly, I put the glass to the side and took a seat on the couch again.

"So, you said you visited Anna on your days off?" I asked Wanda, intrigued by why a neighbour would be so interested in another. It wasn't very common in today's day and age.

"She's almost always here," Anna answered before Wanda could speak. I looked to her as she continued with a grateful smile. "Helps me with everything. Groceries, cleaning, my medication."

"So basically me but unpaid," I joked, and Anna laughed.

"Exactly," she agreed, and I looked to Wanda to see her blushing, eyes avoiding mine.

"That's really sweet," I said gently, earning her attention. "You're a really good neighbour, Wanda."

Wanda ran a hand through her hair. "It's nothing. If anything, I enjoy being here. Anna reminds me of Sokovia and my family and, well, home."

"Oh, so you're Sokovian, too?"

She nodded before smiling playfully. "Did the accent not give it away?"

I hid a smile. "I didn't want to assume. I mean, you could've been Czech. Slovakian. Basically anything else."

"Okay, I'll give you that," she gave in, tilting her head to the side, smile widening.

It was then that I learnt her smile was extremely contagious.

Same as yesterday, my plan was to stay the day with Anna, though this time Wanda also kept her company (and me, too). After lunch, I left the two of them to watch some TV as I excused myself to change Anna's bedsheets in her room, ready for bed tonight.

As I was doing so, I heard the door open and glanced over my shoulder to see Wanda entering the room. I gave her a smile before continuing to replace the pillowcase.

"Here, I can help," she offered, and didn't give me chance to decline as she grabbed the pillow on the other side of the bed and began to change its case.

"You sure? You know it's my job, right?" I teased, looking up at her over the bed between us.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm aware. Just thought I'd make it a bit easier for you."

I chuckled. "Well, I appreciate it... how is Anna?"

"Dozed off," Wanda quipped with an expectant nod. "Same time every day. Like clockwork."

"Huh." I thought back to yesterday and how she ended up taking a nap after lunch, too. "Noted. Thanks."

Wanda smiled before putting the pillowcase on the pillow and puffing it with her hands. I did the same, content with its appearance, before moving to the duvet. Wordlessly, Wanda grabbed one end and began to help me put it on, which I appreciated. The duvet was bigger than I was and definitely a two-person job.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I spoke out of the blue as we were putting on the duvet cover.

"Go for it," she said encouragingly, glancing sideways.

"Of course, you don't have to answer, but I thought I'd ask since I'm going to be looking after Anna for a while," I gave a little disclaimer, before saying, "She makes a lot of snide remarks about her granddaughter. Do they not get along?"

Wanda sighed quietly. "Her granddaughter doesn't really visit her here. She rarely calls."

"Her daughter's kid?"

"The only one," Wanda confirmed. "She keeps her distance, ever since her mum – Anna's daughter – passed. She just pays for, well, you."

I frowned. "That's sad."

"Yeah," Wanda agreed, breathing out.

The two of us spread the duvet over the double bed before I looked to her with a small smile.

"At least she has you," I pointed out. "It's nice you give up your free time to spend it with her."

"Like I said, it's good for me, too," she reminded me, returning the smile.

"So what do you do when you're not here keeping her company?" I asked curiously, moving to Anna's bedside to clear it up a little.

Wanda hid her smile behind a look of confusion. "Do you not– don't you recognise me?"

I quirked a brow, pausing my actions. "Am I supposed to?"

She snickered, shaking her head, eyes falling to the bed with mild disbelief. "I mean, I guess not. I'm–" She chuckled, looking to my confused face. "I'm one of the Avengers."

I studied her, her words not quite settling in. But when they did, I realised I actually recognised her and she was one of the Avengers.

"Oh my God!" I blurted, the penny finally dropping. "The one with the weird red energy powers! I mean– not weird but– the magic!"

She stifled laughter, nodding her head. Just like her smile, her laughter was contagious, too.

"Yeah, that's me," she confirmed.

I made a weird motion with my free hand, like I'd seen her do on TV when saving the day. "Does Anna know about your y'know?"

Wanda crossed her arms, raising a brow and watching me with a humoured gaze. "Is that supposed to be my powers?"

I stopped making the motion and felt my neck heating up. "I– yeah."

Laughter spilled from her lips yet again, automatically making me smile. I didn't mind that I'd made a fool of myself all of a sudden.

"Anna knows, yes," Wanda said with a bright smile. "She actually recognised me straight away. Much quicker than you. And she's eighty."

Waving my hand to distract from my flushed cheeks, I said, "Pfft, she probably confused you with someone else and played along when you told her who you were."

"Yeah, I'm sure that was it, ty milyy maneken," she retorted with her piercing gaze.

"No fair, my dictionary is in the other room," I said with a pout, and she only laughed even more.

"Guess you'll never know," she teased with a smirk, making me roll my eyes to distract from the way it made me feel when she stared at me like that.

It was much later on when I learnt that she had called me 'a cute dummy'. And that was the beautiful start to Wanda and I's introduction into each other's lives.

—

From then onwards, about eighty percent of the time I would go to care for Anna, Wanda was present, too and I didn't mind one bit. Not only did she keep Anna company, but she made my job a lot easier whilst keeping me company as well.

I was beginning to look forward to seeing her whenever I would open the door. Whether she was cleaning something up, playing board games with Anna or simply having a tidy up around the apartment, she'd always stop what she was doing and help me with whatever was in my hands as she greeted me at the door. It was adorable. She was adorable.

The few times she wasn't present because of work only made me miss her, the apartment feeling emptier than usual. Even Anna agreed, the two of us making up for the lack of the Sokovian girl's presence by distracting ourselves with other activities.

I was convinced Anna was warming up to me as she freely let me care for her without resistance. Obviously, she wouldn't be Anna if she didn't throw funny remarks my way or speak to me in Russian, knowing I didn't understand her, but it was tolerable. And I was liking her, too; she was easily becoming one of the best patients I cared for. There was just so much personality to her that I couldn't help but smile whenever I spoke to her.

One time, I was helping Anna out at her place when Wanda wasn't present. I was leading her into her bed when I decided now was a better time than ever to ask her about her birthday on Sunday, which I knew was then because of her file.

"So, I'll be seeing you in two days next," I told her as I pulled the duvet over her. "And a little birdie told me it's your birthday then. Eighty-one, Anna! That's amazing!"

She smiled but seemed embarrassed that I knew.

"Tell me what you want and I can make it happen," I said promisingly, smiling down at her.

She waved her hand. "I don't want anything, milaya (sweetie). Your presence is enough."

I chuckled. "As sweet as that is, I know everybody wants something for their birthday. Now please, Anna. What can I do to make the day a bit more special?"

She pondered my question momentarily and I waited for her to speak, hoping it was something doable.

"I would love to have a traditional Sokovian meal," she said reluctantly. "It's been a long time."

I breathed out quietly, patting her hand gently. "I can do that, Anna. Don't you worry."

She smiled genuinely, before shooing me away. "Okay, enough sappiness, ty mozhesh' uyti seychas (you can leave now)."

I laughed, standing up and dusting my pants off. I only knew what that phrase meant because she said it almost every time before my shift ended and I left for the day. I knew she didn't mean it as harshly as it sounded.

"I'm going, I'm going," I said, already heading to the door. "I'll see you Sunday, birthday girl."

She groaned quietly, making me grin, before I double checked everything was okay in the living-area and grabbed my stuff to leave.

As easy of a request that it was, I knew absolutely nothing about cooking a traditional Sokovian meal. But I knew of one person who did and instantly headed to Wanda's apartment next door to see if she was home.

With a quick knock, I waited patiently. I wasn't sure if she was even home since she hadn't visited Anna today and she usually did so if she was. When I was beginning to think she wasn't, I told myself I could Google a recipe and put something together, but then the door opened and revealed a tired-looking Wanda.

"Y/N," she said with surprise, but a friendly smile was on her lips nonetheless.

"Hey, I'm so sorry to disturb you this late, but I wanted to ask– wait, what happened to your face?" I stopped speaking and lost my own smile when I noticed the faint scratches and bruises dusting her skin.

"Oh, it's nothing–" she started, raising her hand, fingers wavering over her head, but I cut her off.

"Shit, Wanda, what happened?" I reached out, taking her hand in mine and studying the cast that was around her wrist. Concerned frown on my lips, I glanced up at her. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine, Y/N," she tried to reassure, but I couldn't help it as my worry got the better of me and I studied the cuts on her cheek. "I just came back from a mission. Minor injuries. Honestly."

I let go of her hand, realising I was still holding it, and nodded slightly. "Right..." Realising she must have been exhausted, I awkwardly stepped back and shook my head with realisation. "Sorry, I should go. I didn't mean to bot–"

"You were saying something," she interrupted, nodding encouragingly. "You wanted to ask me something. What is it?"

I paused, nodding. Admittedly, I was still worried about the bruises on her forehead. I knew she was an Avenger and this was probably the norm for her, but to me, it looked like she'd just got mugged. And the irregularity of that worried me.

"Yeah, I was saying," I finally found my words, trying to ignore the way her tired eyes peered at me hopefully. "It's Anna's birthday on Sunday and she wants to have a traditional Sokovian meal to celebrate. The only problem is, I don't know what that is." Wanda cracked a smile as I continued. "Do you, maybe, have a recipe I could use?"

"Of course," she said before motioning for me to follow her. "Come on in."

I followed after her, closing the door behind me, and stopped at the kitchen counter patiently. As she searched for a notebook in her drawer, I subtly glanced around, taking in the inside of Wanda's apartment. I'd never actually been in it before, but the minimal décor was very her. She didn't have many knickknacks and everything on display served a purpose.

"There's some recipes in here," she said, grabbing my attention. She slid the notebook across the counter and leaned forward with a smile. "Take your pick."

I flicked through it briefly, smiling at the notebook filled with recipes, all in Wanda's neat, cursive handwriting.

"Thank you," I said gratefully, looking up and catching her staring.

She perked up, clearing her throat as she nodded in response before looking the other way. Cute.

"Are you working on Sunday?" I asked with a raised brow, before rolling my eyes playfully. "What am I saying? Of course you're not. Not with that wrist."

She chuckled, still avoiding my eyes. "I'm not."

"Well, why don't you come over for her birthday? You can help me cook her a meal. Or rather, I can help you cook it since I'll probably screw it up."

Finally meeting my eyes, she smiled with amusement. "Are you sure?"

I gave her a knowing look, ignoring the butterflies swirling in my stomach as she held my gaze with her intense dark eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. Anna will love to celebrate with you. And..." I pursed my lips, taking a leap of faith and adding, "and I'd love it, too."

Wanda let out a quiet laugh. "You would, would you?"

I straightened up, smile widening. "Yeah, I would."

She tilted her head, studying me with a curious smile. "Well then, I clearly can't say no."

Something stirred in my chest the longer she watched me and I oddly liked it. It was obvious that Wanda was a beautiful girl with a heart of gold, but I guess I hadn't really acknowledged that I may have had feelings for her until now. And I didn't mind one bit.

"Great," I finally found my words, nodding slightly. "I'll see you Sunday."

She mirrored my expression, saying, "See you Sunday," and I knew I couldn't wait until then.

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By Your Doorstep (Part 1)

Summary: When the reader is looking for her teenage sister’s service dog one day, she runs into Dean Winchester who thankfully saw him run past. When she arrives, her sister is fine aside from a sprained ankle but Dean’s decided to follow along and help get her sister home...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language, minor injury, mention of car accident/death

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Please enjoy this first part! …

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“Toast! Toast!” you shouted as you ran down a street. “Toast boy!”

“Uh, you okay?” said a guy walking on the other side of the street. He was raising an eyebrow and you shook your head.

“Toast is a dog,” you said.

“Oh, gotcha. I thought you were nuts for a minute,” he chuckled.

“You haven’t seen a german shepard around have you?” you asked.

“I saw one run down the block a few minutes ago,” he said. You looked the direction he pointed and you started sprinting. “Hey!”

“Sorry! Can’t talk!” you shouted back. You ran down the block and across the street over to the park. You ran over to the basketball court and saw Toast there next to Tessa. She was sat up and holding onto his vest when you jogged over to her. “Tess. Are you okay? Did you have a seizure?”

“No,” she said with a laugh. She was holding her ankle and you saw the swelling. “I think I broke it playing. My phone’s over in my bag. I told Toast to get it but I guess he ran home and got you instead.”

“He barged in through the doggy door, I thought he was just nuts at first,” you said. You heard footsteps behind you and the man from the street was there panting.

“You found your dog,” he said as he caught his breath. 

“Yeah,” you said, the man wincing when he saw Tessa’s ankle. “We’re all set.”

“She needs a doctor,” he said.

“Tessa, you okay here while I run home to get my car?” you asked.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she said. “Toast’ll stay.”

“I can carry her,” said the man. You both stared at him and he shrugged. “Save you a trip.”

“Are you some kind of weirdo?” you asked. 

“Says the woman running through the neighborhood shouting Toast,” he smiled back.

“Alright. Tess if you’re cool with it…” you said, the man nodding.

“Dean Winchester.”

“Dean will carry you back to the house and I’ll drive you to urgent care,” you said. “If you do try anything though Dean, Toast will rip your face and junk off, just to be clear.”

“Got the message,” he said. Tessa climbed on his back and he was careful of her ankle while you grabbed her bag. You walked with Toast by Dean’s side back the few blocks towards home. “I think it’s just a sprain actually. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

“You play basketball?” you asked.

“No. I’m a doctor is all. First glance it doesn’t look too bad.”

“Are you single? Y/N’s single,” she said.

“You’re a little shit, Tessa,” you said. Dean chuckled and Toast bumped his leg. “He wants you to get on the sidewalk.”

“Will do,” he said, Toast giving some space once he’d stepped up off the road. “He’s very intelligent.”

“We’ve only had Toast two years but he’s been very good with us,” you said. “He’s Tessa’s. I just feed him and pick up his poop.”

“I have school, loser.”

“I have work, loser,” you said. 

“You guys must be sisters,” he said. “I’m a big brother. I would know.”

“If your younger brother is single and half as good looking-”

“Keep it in your pants, Tess,” you said. 

“I like you two,” he chuckled. “Sorry Tessa but he’s probably a little too old for you.”

“They always are,” she sighed.

“You’re seventeen. You’re fine,” you said. “Besides college has way more attractive guys and stuff.”

“Oh yeah, Elmdale community college. Known for it’s hotties,” she mumbled.

“Elmdale University has some good choices,” you said.

“I thought it was too expensive,” she said.

“Well I was gonna tell you this at dinner but I applied for a different job awhile ago. I heard back this morning. I accepted. It’s double what I was making before.”

“Really?”

“Yes. With your grades you can get a half-ride and I figure between inheritance and my new salary, you can do your four year out of the gate without loans,” you said.

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said quietly. “Really.”

“You still need your part-time job if you want to get stuff for yourself though. I’m sorry. I can’t make it work if-”

“S’okay,” she said. “I can’t believe I can go to the university.”

“I called up the school earlier and talked to your guidance counselor. We gotta work on your application but we can make it work,” you said.

“Can I get a car? I know I can’t afford room and board but maybe I can get something used so you don’t have to drive me all the time?” she asked.

“Tessa…” you sighed. You knew you couldn’t afford insurance on two cars at the moment and everything else and she wouldn’t make enough part time to cover all the car expenses herself. “I-”

“I can pick up more shifts,” she said.

“Tessa, I want you to enjoy college. I sure did. I’ll give you rides whenever you want. I’ll drop you off in the morning and pick you up at night. That would work, right?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I don’t even care about my ankle. I can get my art degree!” she said.

“Tessa.”

“I’m joking,” she laughed. “Art minor?”

“You can minor in whatever you like but please for my sanity major in something you can get a job in?” you asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said. You rounded a corner and started to walk up a driveway, Dean setting Tessa down in the passenger seat of your car. You opened the back and Toast jumped in, Dean smiling when you shut both the doors.

“Thanks,” you said. “For helping us out.”

“Sounds like you two know how to solve problems on your own,” he said. “Happy to help. Here.”

He dug in his back pocket and pulled out a card.

“If you ever need a doctor, I’m two blocks over,” he said. “Or just to talk.”

“Thanks,” you said. “I’ll see you around, Dean.”

It was around nine when you were sitting on the front porch with a glass of whiskey in your hand. You drank slowly, eyes catching a man in a baseball cap and reflective shirt jogging by.

“Do you always run at night?” you called, Dean stopping at your front walkway. “Cause I never see you run at night and I sit out here a lot.”

“Whew well let’s stop that charade cause running is so not my thing,” he said. He breathed hard for a moment as he walked up the steps. You nodded to the other chair and poured him a glass, Dean drinking it down. “Your sister okay?”

“Yeah. Just a sprain,” you said. “Still gotta pay the deductible for the x-ray though.”

“How old are you?”

“How old are you?” you asked.

“Thirty one,” he said.

“Twenty eight.”

“Where are your folks?” he asked.

“They and Tessa were in an accident two years ago. It’s just us two now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m slowly getting used to be a guardian,” you said.

“I raised my little brother. My parents are still around but they fought a lot. I get becoming the parent when you’re not ready.”

“Do you ever get to just be a sibling again?” you asked.

“Yes. But they have to grow up first and you got a few more years ahead of you before it happens,” he said.

“I figured.”

“What does she have? Toast is a service dog I saw.”

“She gets seizures sometimes. It’s from the accident. She hasn’t had one in seven months. Fingers crossed we got her on the right mix of meds finally,” you said.

“So who takes care of you?”

“My buddy Jack Daniels. Sometimes I hang out Jim Bean too.”

“I’m partial to Johnny Walker,” smiled Dean.

“Very nice. I don’t drink much. Too tired most of the time,” you said.

“So nobody takes care of you then.”

“Who takes care of you?”

“Good point,” he said. “But I didn’t have it this rough.”

“We’re getting by. We always do.”

“I have no doubt that you can,” he said. “Take care of yourself every once in a while is all.”

“When she’s done with school I will.”

“She’s got five years left. You won’t last that long,” he said.

“Watch me.”

“Who worked on your sister at the urgent care tonight?”

“Dr. Novak. Why?”

“Cas is a good friend. I’ll see about getting that x-ray test off the bill,” he said as he stood up.

“Dean, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s no trouble,” he said, heading down the steps. “You want me to leave you alone from now on?”

“...No.”

“You want to go on a date tomorrow?”

“Okay,” you said.

“I’ll pick you up at noon? I’m buying. Nothing too fancy,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. He smiled and nodded, spinning around and sliding right off the last two steps to his bottom. You rushed down them and he groaned, shaking his head. “Are you okay?”

“Yup,” he said, grunting as he stood. “Oh my ass hurts.”

“That’s what she said,” you said, Dean laughing.

“I definitely like you,” he said as you helped him take a few steps. “I’m alright. I’ll swing by tomorrow then.”

“Bye Dean,” you said.

“Bye Dean!” called Tessa from her bedroom window upstairs.

“Oh my God, go to bed!” you shouted back.

“It’s nine and I’m not twelve,” she said.

“Goodnight ladies,” chuckled Dean, waving as he headed back down the path. You gathered up the bottle and glasses, bringing them inside and locking up for the night. A few minutes later you were upstairs in Tessa’s room, frowning as she giggled while looking through her phone.

“Oh come on,” she said as she rolled her eyes at you. “He’s cute, he’s a doctor, he’s single and he’s a dork that just fell on his butt in front of you cause he’s so nervous and trying to play it cool. Like what is wrong with him?”

“Nothing. We have a date tomorrow,” you said, leaning against the doorframe. 

“We used to talk about guys,” she said. 

“I know,” you said. You picked at the wood, Tessa putting her phone down.

“Y/N. You’re not my mom. I know you gotta act like her sometimes but you’re not. Mom and dad would want you to go on dates and stuff. I haven’t seen you do anything fun in years.”

“I barely knew how to be an adult for just me,” you said. “You’re my priority now.”

“I’m not in a hospital bed anymore. My seizures are under control and I got Toast to watch out for me just in case. Dean had a point. You gotta take care of yourself,” she said. “Including me going to community college.”

“Tessa-”

“It’s both our inheritance and you can’t spend all of it on me. I can do two years at community and transfer to the university after.”

“Tess. You don’t have to do that. I did the math and it’ll work out.”

“When’s the last time you bought something for yourself? Seriously when?”

“I bought a new bedspread two weeks ago.”

“You needed one. That doesn’t count. When-”

“Before mom and dad died, Tess. Is that what you want me to say? They made good money but you had medical bills. Do I want a new winter coat? Sure. Do I want to splurge and by myself a nice pair of leggings? Of course. I want things. But I want us to stay in this house. I don’t want us to get shoved in a tiny apartment. I want you to be able to go to college like I did and not worry about this crap. I’m the grown up, not you. I choose how to spend the money.”

“Fine,” she said. She grabbed the crutch by her bed and got up, going to her dresser. She opened her jewelry box and grabbed a wad of cash, holding it out to you. “It’s three hundred. I want you to have it.”

“Tessa, no.”

“I earned it. I get to choose how to spend it,” she said. “You’ve always told me that. Buy a coat and leggings and whatever else you want.”

“Tessa. It’s yours. You were saving up to buy an iphone.”

“I don’t need a fucking phone. I need my sister to stop looking like she cries herself to sleep every night. Just take it,” she said. You shook your head and she shoved the money in your hand. “Y/N, take it.”

“Alright,” you said. 

“Good.” She waited a beat before pulling you into a hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said. “You got plans tomorrow night?”

“I was gonna sleepover Hailey’s house if that’s okay?” she said.

“Yeah. You guys have fun,” you said. “Just be careful on your ankle.”

“Duh,” she said. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“I’m kinda beat. Sunday for sure?” you said. 

“Okay. Night,” she said.

“Night, Tess,” you said. You went next door to your room, opening your desk drawer and opening the envelope inside. You counted the money she’d given you and added it to the front. You definitely had enough for her phone now and her birthday was only a few weeks away. You smiled and put it away, writing out a few bills before you gathered up your pajamas and walked down the hall to the bathroom. You kept going though, down to the shut door. You pushed it open, the room cold and dark. You flipped on a light, a coating of dust on everything again.

“Y/N?” said Tessa from the other end of the hall. You turned off the light and shut the door, Tessa by the bathroom when you walked back. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna shower quick before bed. Shout if you need something.”

“Yeah. Night.”

Dean POV

“Hey, Sammy,” said Dean after he’d gotten out of the shower and was laying in bed. 

“Hey, Dean. What’s up?” asked Sam on the other end of the phone. 

“I think I just went full on weirdo on this girl I met today.”

“Well that’s obvious but what’d you do? You didn’t like stalk her or anything.”

“She lives in the neighborhood. I kinda went jogging past her house tonight and she was sat on the front porch.”

“Okay that’s kinda creepy,” said Sam. Dean ran his hand over his face and sighed. “Did you talk to her?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I gave off creeper vibes but she might have just been polite. I don’t know. We’re going out tomorrow,” said Dean. He was quiet as he shut his eyes. “Which sucks cause I really like her too. I hope she doesn’t think I’m weird.”

“Maybe she’ll have pity on you and let it slide. Where’d you meet her? I thought you swore off women after your last hookup went bad,” he said. Dean didn’t speak and ran his hand over his face again. “De I know something happened that night.”

“Sammy I got tired of hooking up. I’m too old for it. I just want a girl to go home to at the end of the day and laugh with. That’s all there is to it,” said Dean.

“Dean I was still living with you at the time. You were off for days. I know-”

“If you’re gonna bring this shit up again-”

“I’m just saying it’s nice to hear you excited about a girl again...and you can tell me anything. Anything, Dean. I’m not a kid anymore.”

“You’re twenty seven. You’re a kid,” said Dean. He rolled over on the bed and lay on his stomach, putting his hands under his chin. “Some things I just don’t tell you about, Sam.”

“Dean, I asked you to stop raising me awhile ago. You’re not my father anymore.”

“I still gotta protect you from stuff,” said Dean with a shrug.

“I get that. But my mind has gone to the worst case scenario on this more than once. Just promise it wasn’t that,” said Sam.

“Sammy, I called to talk about a girl.”

“You want things to work out with her? Then figure out whatever the hell happened in the past so it doesn’t happen again.”

“You don’t understand,” said Dean. 

“Whatever. Just crack a joke next time you see her,” said Sam. He hung up and Dean looked at his phone, sighing before he jammed his face in the bed. He gripped the sheets tight and felt his heart rate pick up, bile rising up in the back of his throat.

“Stop. It,” he said to himself, forcing himself to sit up. He wiped off his eye and dropped his head to his chest. “It’s just a fucking girl. It’s just a girl, it’s just a date. It’s all it is.”

He saw his phone light up and Sam’s name appear. He swiped and put it on speaker before he faced away from it.

“I’m sorry,” said Sam. 

“It’s okay,” said Dean, freezing when he sniffled. He stared at the phone and Sam cleared his throat.

“You alright?” Dean stared at the phone and shook his head. “De, you there?”

“Are you alone?” he asked.

“Yes…” said Sam. “It’s just me.”

“You repeat a word of this to anybody or you laugh or you tease me or-”

“Hey. I’d rather we not have this conversation over the phone. I can be there in an hour.”

“...Fine but you better bring some pie with you.”

“I’ll see you in an hour, Dean.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!