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thewarriorspecial · 1 year

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Greenhill High (CH3 - First Class)

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Rating: Teen | Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen, Wally West, Katma Tui

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

A little something special for @hobicat!

Kyle steps up to the challenge of teaching his very first class. He gets caught ogling Guy from afar and he gets pulled deeper into the plots afoot at his new job.

Kyle takes a deep breath to steady himself and heads into his new classroom. Two steps in he realizes.

He doesn’t have his bag.

He doesn’t even have pencils.

He’s not ready.

He feels like he’s in one of those Naked In Math Class dreams as he crosses the front of the room. Twenty-five teenagers, armed to the teeth with finely honed trolling skills eye him up like a pack of piranhas.

“Hey everyone!” He says awkwardly, standing in the front of the classroom like a lump.

No one moves. No one blinks.

“So,” Kyle says, clearing his suddenly dry throat, “I’m Mr. Rayner. I’ll, uh, write that on the board,” he stammers, looking for chalk and finding a black marker. “Right. Whiteboard. Okay.”

“No, wait!” One of the students cries out as Kyle gets the first few letters out.

Kyle looks down at the Sharpie in his hand, “Ah, fuck! I mean shit! Oh boy.” He frantically rubs at the growing black smear with the heel of his hand. Several students burst out laughing.

The pink-haired girl appears next to him with spray-cleaner and paper towels. “Here,” she says gently, “Just don’t use that spot. It has to be re-waxed.”

“Ohmigodthankyou,” Kyle whispers.

The young girl returns to her seat.

Kyle slowly turns to face the class. The students that were laughing have covered their mouths. Some have looked away. They all appear to be attempting to compose themselves. Kyle appreciates their restraint.

“Man,” Kyle says, leaning on the desk, “I was gonna come in here and just jump in and like wow you guys. Like, I was gonna start with art philosophy and criticism and how not feeling it is also a valid experience.” He hangs his head and laughs at himself. “Hopefully I got my damage out of the way for the day. Alright!” Kyle walks to the front of the desk and leans back on it, shaking his shoulders out and taking a more relaxed pose. “Let’s do the normal thing and just, like, tell me your name and why you picked Art for your elective. I’m Kyle,” he says, pointing at himself, “I went to art school because I love to paint and I picked this class because I like paying my bills on time. Let’s start here with my hero,” he points to the pink-haired girl, “and we’ll work our way around, yeah?”

“So, everybody knows I’m Sarah!” The pink-haired girl says excitedly to the whole class. Everyone responds warmly with smiles and a playful drone of ‘Hi Sarah’. “So, I draw all the time. I love pencil the most and I love trees and birds but like, I love anime too, though! Oh and I do photography sometimes! I’m just all about it, yeah.”

“That’s awesome, Sarah. I’m really excited to have you. Go ahead,” Kyle says and points to the blonde girl next to her.

“I’m Heather,” the petite, pale girl with freckles says, tucking one side of her perfectly smooth long bob behind her ear without looking up. “Um, Sarah really likes my flowers. Um, I paint but like it’s just the cheap dollar store stuff like, I’m not—“

“You are!” Sarah insists.

“I am not!”

“You so are!”

“Ok, like I’m a painter, I guess. So yeah I wanna be like, better,” Heather finishes, still looking down but smiling.

“That’s great, Heather. You know I love painting, too. We’re gonna have fun. Alright, next?”

The girl next to Heather is in complete contrast. Heather is wearing pastel clothes in fitted, classic cuts with chunky, white-rimmed sunglasses resting on top of her platinum blonde hair. She sits perfectly straight, hands in her lap and ankles crossed.

The next girl sits slid halfway down her chair with one elbow slung across the back. All of the tears in her black clothes are held together with rows of safety pins. Dozens of patches adorn her jeans and hoodie. Her dark hair is in elaborate patterns of braids with some of them dyed a deep red. When she smiles, her canines are pronounced and sharp. “Everybody just calls me Ray cuz they can’t spell my name. Normally, I’m in music or with my band doing drums however,” she slides out from the table, showing off the calf-high cast full of drawings and signatures, “I broke my foot doing a really cool jump on my skateboard soooo, I’m taking a little break.”

“That’s awesome! You’re in a band?” Kyle asks.

“Yup. Thrash. Speed metal. That kinda thing.”

“She’s literally the best,” says Sarah.

“Soy la mera mera,” Ray laughs, pointing both of her thumbs at herself.

“Muy bueno! We’ll make sure to incorporate music into our lessons. Okay, next?” Kyle continues around the room getting answers that mostly fit the typical art lover molds. A few more students are trying something new.

The round-robin introductions arrive at a tall, lanky boy with strawberry blonde hair sequestered in the back corner with an empty chair between himself and the next student on either side of the table. Kyle can’t see the boy’s face because he’s holding a large ice pack over his eye.

“I’m Dave. This is the only elective that still had seats, so,” he says quietly with a shrug.

“That’s cool, man. You don’t have to be good at art to appreciate and you don’t even have to like art to do well in my class,” Kyle says and that makes Dave perk up. “All I ask is that you use what I teach you to tell me why you think something sucks and that’s good enough for me.”

“I could tell you that your favorite painting sucks and you’d still pass me?” David asks.

“You can tell me my paintings suck. As long as you show me you understand the concepts I’m teaching you can tell me: Hey, Mr. Rayner, you’re paintings are very colorful and realistic but they don’t say anything. I don’t feel anything when I look at them. And then use what I taught you to explain why and, yeah, you can tell me my paintings suck and get an A.”

“Oh. Cool.”

Kyle smiles to himself. He couldn’t have asked for a more interesting group of students. His head is already buzzing with new directions he wants to take the next days’ lessons.

He finishes letting the students introduce themselves, and with the little bit of time he has leftover he lets them vote on which medium they want to start learning with. Paint wins out by a huge margin. He decides they’ll start monochrome, looking at line and value. He already has several famous paintings in mind to discuss at the end.

——

Kyle finds himself unoccupied during his break period. Without any papers to grade and his lesson plan mapped out, he finds himself lamenting this whole adjunct/part-time thing. He really, really regrets forgetting his bag because now he has nothing to draw with.

Kyle leans back in his desk chair and resumes trying to balance a pencil on his forehead. How did he keep himself busy back in high school? He can’t even remember a time when he didn’t draw every minute he was awake.

He remembers going to the movies and haunting local diners late into the evening. He has fond memories of himself and his friends packing into the arcade. He remembers cutthroat Dance Dance Revolution competitions. Anytime he wasn’t drawing he had a pack of friends to pass the time with. They shared earbuds and mixtapes. They laid on the ground and watched clouds go overhead.

It’s a gorgeous day outside and the windows of Kyle’s room give a beautiful view of the sky and part of the nearby houses. The stadium sale seat that surround the football field cut a sharp, metallic line just below the homes on the tallest hills.

The sharp screech of a whistle draws Kyle’s attention. Either gym class or one of the teams is out there. Kyle walks to the window wondering what the school’s colors even are.

A quick glance down and Kyle sees shiny helmets shimmering above maroon and silver football uniforms. He feels his cheeks flush as he can’t help but scan the field hopefully for that trademark flash of red hair.

Kyle spots the only person not in a football uniform and he hears the distinct timbre of Coach Gardner’s voice. He’s too far away to make out what he shouting even at the extreme volume.

Guy’s demonstrating some kind of running drill involving cones and turns and just entirely too many steps in Kyle’s opinion. Guy takes off sprinting in perfect form, big chest bouncing and back flexing under his tight, polo with every step.

Kyle’s hands grip the windowsill and his throat goes painfully dry.

When Guy stops and turns, the long, long line of his legs bunches and flexes. The fact that he’s got super-tight Underarmor covering every inch of skin from neck to ankle does nothing to hide his statuesque figure. When he finishes his demonstration, he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.

Now Kyle really, really regrets forgetting his sketchbook.

“Do I really want to throw this job away to get tangled up with another teacher?” Kyle thinks. In his mind, he imagines cartoon devil and angel versions of himself perching on his shoulders and arguing about it.

“Look at him. He has abs. He has the things!” Devil Kyle sighs, gesturing at his hips.

“We have a job.” Kyle thinks.

“Look at him! Fuck this job,” says Devil Kyle. And he has a point.

Kyle turns to look at Angel Kyle who is adjusting himself uncomfortably under his robes.

“It’s been two years. We’re not Kardashians; we don’t have to be sloppy about it.”

“Really?!” Kyle thinks.

“I’m just saying, we’re all adults here. Coworkers have sex all the time. We weren’t planning on doing it at school,” says Angel Kyle, quite reasonably. After a pause he asks, just to clarify, “Were we?’ He almost sounds hopeful.

Kyle shakes his head to pull himself out of his daydream. There’s more unintelligible shouting and then he hears Guy laugh. It is a gorgeous, honest sound and Kyle feels himself sigh. He wants to press in close and fell that laugh rumble through his own body. He wants to reach his hands under that tight, sweaty shirt. He wants—

“I see you like the redheads.”

Kyle nearly jumps out of his skin. He sees Jordan standing not two feet away and wonders how long he’s been there.

Jordan raises the steaming mug he’s holding to his lips as he raises an eyebrow. He glances down at a small, tan bird with a red head sitting on the outside windowsill and then back up at Kyle. He smirks.

“Uh?” Kyle grunts. He looks at the little bird. It looks up and cheeps at him.

“House finch. Very pretty song.”

“Oh. You’re a birdwatcher.”

“I watch everything,” the English teacher says, bouncing the tea bag in his mug. “Which reminds me, there’s this little café some of the staff likes to visit. They have a projector and we watch bad movies. Very MST3000. Guy will be there.”

Jordan lifts the teabag out of the hot water, letting it drip for a moment. The he places it in his mouth, sucking the tea out of it. He winds the string around his finger. He licks the bead of warm liquid off of his top lip very slowly. He keeps his eyes locked on Kyle the whole time, looking immeasurably pleased with himself. “You should come.”

“Uh. Okay. Cool.” Kyle manages to squeeze the words out. He knows his eyes helplessly followed the path of Jordan’s tongue from one corner of his mouth to the other. He knows Jordan watched, unblinking.

Jordan tosses head, flinging his bangs out of hi face, “See you there.” He turns to stride elegantly out of the room. He makes it two steps before he slams his knee off of a table leg and hisses.

Before Kyle can ask if he’s okay he hears Jordan mutter, “Fucking kill myself,” as he stomps out of the room, licking spilled tea off of his wrist.

The little bird in the window sings its high, lilting song. It sounds like a schoolgirl’s giggle.

“What. The fuuuck?” Kyle whispers to himself.

——

Guy walks towards a 20 year old, dented Dodge Neon. Most people identify it because the driver’s side door is red and the rest of the vehicle is blue, but Guy wasn’t gifted with color vision. The thing’s got so much damage it looks like a trash can that’s been tossed in a rainstorm a hundred times.

“Ay, Oscar da Grouch,” Guy hollers, rapping his knuckles on Hal’s car window.

Hal is laid back in the front seat with his jacket over his face. The collection of fast food bags, paperback books, and spare clothing doesn’t help the comparison. “Go. Away.”

“Fine. Get your own snacks.”

“Wait,” Hal shouts, sitting up and pulling the jacket off of his head. He spies Fruit Roll Ups and Flaming Hot Cheetos in Guy’s hands. He can’t let Mr. Piggy abscond with the best snacks the gas station across the street can offer.

Hal pulls the door handle to its limit and kicks it several times to get it to creak open. After he gets out, he forces it shut with a groan and crunch. “Hey!” He shouts again.

Guy tosses a Fruit Roll Up over his shoulder, smacking Hal directly between the eyes.

“Uncivilized wretch.”

“Weird way’a sayin’ thank you,” Guy says over his shoulder. He slows down a little so Hal can catch up. They head towards their bench that sits near the school entrance.

Hal sits crosslegged on the bench, gathering the offered packages of snacks in his lap like a basket.

“You done bein’ mad at me now?”

“I accept your generous peace offering,” Hal says, looking at Guy sideways and through the curtain of his bangs. “I thought you enjoyed our jesting.”

“Well, Lancelot, the jesting used to come with a lot more kissing. Now it just feels like jousting.” Guy pushes his sunglasses onto his head and looks over at Hal.

“Oh,” Hal says softly. He turns to fully look at Guy for a long moment, immediately seeing the confused scrunch of his eyebrows and the sad, sideways pull on his lips. Hal’s heart still skips a little at Guy’s half-pout. It’s still cute. He asks, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Nah, I just…” Guy trails off, shoving a few Cheetos in his mouth as he thinks it over. “I just don’t know how to tell when you’re playin’ and when I’m really pissin’ you off anymore. I don’t wanna lose you,” he says, meeting Hal’s eyes again.

Hal looks away.

Guy puts his hand on Hal’s shoulder, “We’re cool, right?”

Hal takes a deep breath, swallows hard before he turns back. “We’re cool,” he says, mostly honest. He wants to be. He wants things to be like they were when they rode their bikes to the park and played D&D on the weekends. Before his car broke down and he noticed all the freckles on the back of Guy’s hands as he changed the serpentine belt. Before that goddamn French project that paired them up alone in the back of the library.

“You’re a tough nut to crack sometimes, Hal.”

“Je peux être en peu difficile,” Hal offers with a shrug and a lopsided grin.

“Tu pouvez être un peu belliqueux,” Guy’s thick American accent lopes heavily on the consonants, thumping and clumsy compared to Hal’s near perfect, nasal vowels. He pronounces the last word less like belliqueux and more like belle à cou but Hal holds back the vampire joke.

“Tout est jutse dans l’amour et la guerre,” Hal plays on the word Guy meant to pronounce instead. He offers a rare, warm smile as well.

“Alright, we have our little signal now. I can live with that.” Guy can’t help but smile back.

“Will you come to Radu’s this weekend?”

Guy pauses to think about his practice schedule, “Probably won’t be till like, six?”

“That’s perfect.”

“Alright man. Here,” Guy offers the rest of the Cheetos to Hal, remembering they’re his favorite. “See you Saturday.”

“Later.”

Hal’s glad they had this talk. He’s looking forward to his setting his plan in motion. He wants to see his best friend happy.

Even if his heart still aches a little.

A/N:

I'm new at Spanish and I haven't actually used French since college. Don't judge me! :'<

Also, sorry for the slow-burn I've accidentally created. So many ideas! So many!

#*myfic #guykyle #highschool au

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missduplicities · 1 year

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Chapter 58

Eunha woke up feeling very ill, knowing instantly that it was due to the wine she had drunk the night before. As soon as the smell of fried eggs got to her nose, she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, feeling sick.

“Everything alright?” she heard Midori ask from the other side of the door.

“Yeah,” she said as she flushed the toilet, a bit embarrassed someone heard her get sick.

“Do you need anything?” Midori insisted. Eunha opened the door to let her see she was ok, brushing her teeth already. “Did you vomit?”

“Yeah,” Eunha sighed.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?”

“As if!” Eunha laughed nervously for some reason, which made Midori a bit uneasy.

“Anything you want to share with the class, unnie?”

“Actually…” If there was anyone she could talk to about this, that was Midori, so Eunha took the chance. She dragged her friend into the tiny bathroom and locked the door behind them.

“Unnie?” Midori asked, getting nervous about her behavior.

“Have you and… when did you know…” Eunha stuttered. “How do I stop being nervous around him?”

“Around whom?” Midori’s concentrated frown appeared on her face.

“Taehyung, of course,” Eunha sighed, feeling her ears start to get red.

“Getting nervous in a specific scenario?” Midori’s frown slowly transformed into an impish smirk that made Eunha regret opening her mouth. “In a horizontal scenario, probably?”

“Shut up, it’s not like that!” Eunha slapped her friend’s arm, even though it was exactly like that. “I mean, we’re not having… we’re not doing anything,”

“Yet…” Midori laughed. “Unnie, is not like you’re teenagers!”

“Believe me, I know,” she sighed as the image of her boyfriend appeared in her mind. “And it’s not like I’m scared of… intimacy,”

“Can you please just call it sex?” Midori was getting uncomfortable for some reason.

“Well, yeah, I’m not scared of doing it. I just don’t know if I want to start my sexual life right now, you know?”

“I wouldn’t know, actually,” Midori laughed. “I mean, we make out a lot, but we haven’t actually done any more than that,”

“Really

“Really,” Midori laughed at her unnie’s disbelief. “If you’re looking for advice, you came to the wrong roomie,”

Eunha laughed, thinking this was another one of Midori’s jokes, however, the other girl didn’t laugh.

******

“What are your plans for today?” Jungkook asked Taehyung from the couch where he was playing video games, still in his underwear.

“I have to study for a test,” Taehyung sighed, unamused of his duties as a student. “You?”

“I have a bunch of teenagers at my disposal for a hip-hop class,” he grunted. “I’m already tired,”

Tae-Jun opened the door of Jimin’s room, where he had spent the night, and came out still half-asleep with a puffy face and messy hair. He walked straight to the kitchen to grab a banana and drink a full glass of milk. They were definitely a mess without Jimin and Hoseok to cook proper food.

“Don’t you have work or something?” Taehyung asked his younger brother, who glared at him as usual.

“Not until 5 pm,” Tae-Jun said with his mouth full. “Where is Noona, still sleeping?”

“Noona is here?” Jungkook asked, pausing his game and grabbing a pillow to cover his naked torso.

“No, she’s not,” Taehyung glared at his brother, who smirked triumphantly before grabbing another banana. “She left last night; early,”

“You could’ve told me. I had to sleep with headphones,” Tae-Jun decided to keep bothering his brother, and now Jungkook seemed to understand what he was implying.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asked, looking from one brother to the other. “Did you walk in on them or something?”

“Something like that,” Tae-Jun said.

“He’s lying!” Taehyung rolled his eyes, throwing a strawberry at the youngest guy. “We were not doing anything,”

“They were right in that couch, actually,”

“Gross!” Jungkook jumped to his feet at once. “Hyung, at least do it in your room!”

“I hate you both!” Taehyung’s neck was getting red, and he felt his cheeks start to blush. “What my girlfriend and I do or not is none of your business,”

“Uuuuh, my girlfriend!” Jungkook teased; his bunny smile spreading on his face. Tae-Jun seemed to be having a great time, seeing his brother this uncomfortable. “Not in front of the kid, though,”

“You mean Yeontan, right?” Tae-Jun said with a frown.

“Hey, stop it, both of you! I don’t want you making her uncomfortable with your stupid jokes,” he seriously said, which only made Jungkook and Tae-Jun smile wider. “We’re just starting to get comfortable around each other,”

“She didn’t seem too comfortable,” Tae-Jun earned a smack from his brother this time, but he wasn’t sorry.

“If you need any advice,” Jungkook proudly said, putting his arm around the youngest Kim. “I’m here for you, hyung,”

“It took you ten years to realize you liked Midori,” Taehyung glared at him. “Besides, I don’t need your advice because we’re taking things slow. We’re in love, you know? We’re not in a hurry of getting to fourth base or anything,”

“Getting to fourth base? What are you, twelve?” Tae-Jun mocked his older brother; Taehyung only let it pass because this was the closest to having a good time together. Jungkook laughed really hard, which made Tae-Jun feel a bit proud.

“I’m going to kick both your asses if you don’t stop,” Taehyung warned them, though a small smile appeared on his face. “Do I need to remind you I’m your hyung?”

“Speaking of hyungs,” Jungkook said. “When is Jimin getting back from his honeymoon or whatever?” “Either today or tomorrow morning,” Taehyung said. “Sooah has school on Monday,”

“Can I use his room until he gets back?” Tae-Jun asked.

“Only if you promise to clean it,” Jungkook said. “And, while you’re at it, you could clean the living room and kitchen,”

*******

“Isn’t this nice? Just the two of us, the road, our music,” Jimin said, taking Sooah’s hand in his as he drove around the streets of Incheon. “We should do this more often,”

“I bet mom would love it if I came more often,” Sooah said with a bright smile.

“I love your mom, but I wasn’t necessarily talking about coming here. We could go anywhere,” he looked at her over his sunglasses, unaware of how nervous she still got when he did that.

“We can go to Busan next time,” she proposed in a tiny voice. “I’d love to meet your family,”

“They already love you,” he said, stroking her hand and kissing it.

Ever since they started dating, things felt very natural to them, just as if they knew each other from another lifetime. Even stuff like this, meeting each other’s families, wasn’t as scary as they thought it would. This sudden trip to Sooah’s home for her mother’s birthday confirmed that there wasn’t anything about the other that felt unknown. As expected, Sooah’s family instantly adored Jimin. He was happy to be included to the family with ease; even Eunha’s parents, who were very close to Sooah’s, made him feel very welcome.

“How did you guys meet?” Eunha’s dad asked, putting them in the spotlight during dinner.

“We met through Eunha, actually,” Jimin said with a polite smile. “She’s one of my closest friends,”

“Unnie works for one of Jimin’s oldest friends,” Sooah added.

“Yeah, and she’s dating my best friend, so it’s like we’re family -ouch!” Sooah failed to telepathically tell Jimin to stop talking, so she ended up kicking him under the table. He didn’t know Eunha hadn’t told her parents about Taehyung.

“She’s dating now?” Eunha’s mom asked in disbelief. “Thank God!”

“I told you she was going to find someone,” Sooah’s mom told Eunha’s. “Nothing to worry about! She’s a great girl!”

“Auntie,” Sooah interrupted, trying to change the subject. “How is Dae-Hyun?”

“Oh, he’s great!” Eunha’s mom proudly said.

“Unnie told me she saw him last time she was home,”

“Yeah, he is living with us for a couple months,” Eunha’s dad said. “He had an injury, but he’s recovering fast,”

“Eunha’s brother is a pro baseball player,” Sooah explained to Jimin, who was trying to keep up with the conversation.

“Oh, that’s great!” He said enthusiastically.

“You must meet him,” Eunha’s mom said. “He’s finishing some errands, but he should be here soon,”

“So, Jimin,” Sooah’s dad interrupted. “Sooah said you’re a dancer, too,”

“Yes, sir,” Jimin nervously said. “I studied Dance, and I am one of the instructors at Hope Studio with Sooah,”

“How is the studio going?” Sooah’s mom asked. “Pretty good, actually,” Jimin said as he cleared his throat. “We’re partnering with some training agencies and labels to help them develop a specialized program for kids who are considered for debut,”

“That sounds very interesting!” Eunha’s mom added. Sooah was glad her boyfriend was interesting enough to the adults, feeling like she could relax from leading the conversation. Her mom occasionally gave her a knowing look, telling her without words “He is great, which she already knew.

In the middle of Jimin’s monologue about the success of the studio, a familiar laugh filled up the entire place. Sooah stood up at once and ran to hug her sister before she got to say hello.

“No hug for me, booger?” the guy who walked in with Sooah’s sister said, messing Sooah’s hair in a friendly way. Jimin stood up to greet them, getting a bit shy.

“This is Park Jimin,” Sooah said proudly. “This is my sister Su-Jin,”

“Nice to meet you,” Jimin bowed respectfully.

“Is this the Prince Charming you can’t stop talking about?” Su-Jin said, looking lovingly at her younger sister, who was still hugging her. “Told you he wasn’t a catfish!”

“Well, we can confirm he’s just as handsome in person,” the guy next to Su-Jin said. Jimin assumed this was her boyfriend, maybe even his husband. “I’m Dae-Hyun, by the way,”

“Eunha’s brother,” Sooah added. Jimin took a better look at him and, without much effort, he saw the similarities between the siblings.

“Oh, nice to meet you,” Jimin bowed again. “I’m friends with your sister, too,”

“She’s mentioned,” Dae-Hyun said with a smile.

After spending another hour with the adults, the younger adults went to Sooah’s house, which was just around the corner. Jimin was too shy to walk hand-in-hand with Sooah, especially since the other couple wasn’t doing it. Sooah, on the other hand, was just happy to be with him in the streets she grew up.

“When did you get home, unnie?” Sooah asked Su-Jin. “Yesterday,” the oldest said. “I almost didn’t make it; the flight got delayed twice,”

“Where did you fly from?” Jimin asked with curiosity.

“Bangkok,” Su-Jin said. “I’m living there until the end of summer. I can’t wait til’ I get back!”

“As if you’re not enjoying being there,” Dae-Hyun said, giving her a knowing look that made her nudge him.

“What are you two hiding?” Sooah asked in a whiny voice that made Jimin smile.

“Nothing,” Su-Jin laughed. “He’s just being an idiot, as usual,”

This time it was Sooah who led the conversation while Jimin happily listened to the sisters catch up. Dae-Hyun occasionally made questions or complemented the conversation with a silly joke, which reminded Jimin of Eunha. Su-Jin and Sooah were similar in particular ways, but Jimin found more and more ways in which his Sooah was unique. Sooah spoke with her whole face; her eyebrows always matched the conversation, her eyes smiled with her mouth, and her hands accompanied every word she said. He didn’t know how long he had been staring, he just wished he could do it forever.

“So, why isn’t my sister with you?” Dae-Hyun asked Sooah. “I was kind of wishing to see her,”

“She couldn’t come,” Sooah explained. “You know how demanding her work is,”

“By work do you mean boyfriend? Because she looked to be having a great time at a museum with him,” Dae-Hyun said, getting his phone out to show them the pictures he’d seen earlier.

“So, is it or not a secret?” Jimin asked confused.

“Do your parents know she’s dating Taehyung, then?” Sooah asked the older guy, feeling relieved.

“We know she’s seeing him, but they don’t think it’s serious,” he explained.

“Why?” Su-Jin asked.

“Well, you know how things have been in the past,” Dae-Hyun casually said, though Jimin didn’t know what he meant. “She goes out with guys, it doesn’t work, she ends up in a crisis,”

“This time is different, though,” Sooah said firmly.

“I hope so,” Su-Jin sighed. “She was a mess for years after that Seojoon guy,”

“No, but seriously, they love each other,” Jimin said, finally joining the conversation. “Taehyungie is one of the best guys I know, he totally adores Eunha,”

“Thanks for the references,” Dae-Hyun chuckled. “Are you going to be Best Man when they get married, then?”

“Of course I am,” Jimin said, not even joking. “Speaking of marriage…” Sooah casually dropped, making Jimin very nervous. “How are things with Jonathan, Unnie?”

“Here we go again,” Su-Jin rolled her eyes. “We’re in no hurry to get married,”

“Come on, you guys have been together for what? Three years?” Dae-Hyun said.

“Five this year,” Sooah corrected.

“Mind your own business,” Su-Jin scoffed. “You’re starting to sound like mom,”

“You know how Americans are,” Dae-hyun said as he stretched casually, putting his feet on Su-Jin’s legs. Jimin liked how close the Choi and Seong seemed to be. “Very liberal and all that,”

“Says the guy who lived with his girlfriend,” Su-Jin said, pushing his feet off her.

“We all know I’m the rotten apple of the family, noona,” Dae-Hyun laughed as if that wasn’t the saddest statement said this evening. “Didn’t your parents warn you not to be like me growing up?”

“He’s being dramatic,” Sooah explained to Jimin. “He was always a model kid, which was a bit of a pain in the ass,”

“Model kid?” Su-Jin laughed. “Please, he was always getting in trouble,”

“And you were always there for me, noona,” Dae-Hyun got close to her, pretending to kiss her cheek. “Maybe we should get married,”

“Wouldn’t you love that?” Su-Jin pushed him.

“Did you guys ever date?” Jimin asked, too curious to stop himself.

“Hell no!” Su-Jin said. “Though he didn’t mind going out with some of my friends,”

“That’s before I realized I am meant to be a lone wolf,” the older guy dramatically said. “My only mission in life is to meet new people, expanding my horizons,”

“So, go back to being a slut, you mean?” Su-Jin said.

“I’m thinking of moving to Seoul, you know?” Dae-hyun continued.

“What about the team?” Sooah asked, unaware of the recent change of plans for Dae-Hyun.

“There’s baseball in Seoul, too, right?” he said.

“My hyungs are planning on renting one of their rooms, actually,” Jimin casually said, making Sooah’s neck snap as she turned to see him.

“No, they’re not,” she said.

“Yeah, Namjoon told me just yesterday. Since they’re never at home, they think they can rent one of the guest rooms to balance the expenses,”

“I’m sure there’s a waitlist already. We know other people who need a room,” she said, but Jimin didn’t catch up. “Tae-Jun, for example?”

“Oh, I don’t think Junie would be able to pay rent at the Hyungs'” Jimin said.

“Well, let me know when you have the details,” Dae-Hyun chuckled, getting to his feet as he made his way to the kitchen. He acted just as if this was his house, which was a bit unsettling to Jimin; he wondered if this massive guy was always spending time at Sooah’s place. “When are you going back to Seoul?"

“Tonight,” Sooah sighed, secretly hoping she could spend more time with her family.

“Do you have a spare seat?” Dae-Hyun asked; neither Jimin nor Sooah knew if he was joking.

*****

“What do you think of this one, Ms. Yang?” Kim Namjoon asked Ji-Eun as he held an emerald tie in his hands. “Is it too bright?”

“Remind me what color is the suit?” Ji-Eun asked. She didn’t exactly know how she’d ended up in this situation, helping Namjoon and Yoongi on their second consecutive day of tuxedo hunting for Hoseok’s sister’s wedding.

“Black,” Namjoon said, fixing his glasses on his face.

“We don’t know that yet,” Yoongi said, joining them in the aisle. “You can also go for the brown one,”

“Which one are you wearing?” Namjoon asked his hyung.

“I think black,”

“Maybe we should all keep it classy, black tux with black tie,” Namjoon suggested. “Let Hobi-hyung wear something different,”

“Or maybe a black suit but different ties,” Ji-Eun suggested, taking the emerald tie from Namjoon’s hands.

“What about a bow tie?” Yoongi asked, frustrated with all this.

“I don’t want to look like a teacher,” Namjoon sighed.

“Hate to break it to you, but you are a teacher,” Yoongi said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah but as soon as I walk with that suit and a bowtie they’re going to know I’m a teacher,” Namjoon explained, gesticulating a lot with his hands as he did when he talked about something serious.

“Just buy the damn tie then,” Yoongi grunted, walking away from the youngest guys.

“Isn’t there still a lot of time until the wedding?” Ji-Eun asked, walking behind Namjoon to the nearest mirror, where he tried different ties.

“Two weeks,” Namjoon said, struggling to tie a blue navy tie around his neck. “But Hobi is already stressed, and he said If we don’t show them what we’re wearing this week he will uninvite us,”

“Here,” Ji-Eun said, getting close to him so she could help him with the tie. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach behind his neck to fix his collar. “I always thought it was easier for you guys. I figured you only had to pick a suit and that was it. The girls are driving me crazy with all the dress choices they have,”

“Do you already have yours?” he asked, turning over the mirror again to see how this tie suited him.

“Yes,” she said, also turning towards his reflection to get a better look. “It’s an olive one,”

“What color is that? Like green?”

“Yeah, greenish,” she said, looking over the selection of ties to show him. “Close to this one,”

“Oh, it’s a pretty color,” Namjoon said with a smile. “Thank you for coming, by the way. I know it was short notice, but noona just told us she wanted us to extend the invitation,”

“I get it, and don’t worry, it’s my pleasure!” Ji-Eun said with a bright smile. “It’s been a long time since I went to a wedding,”

“Ji-Eunnie!” Yoongi called her from the register, apparently in a last-minute dilemma. Ji-Eun happily walked to where he was and helped him choose between the long green socks and the dotted burgundy ones; a very important choice to him. Namjoon looked down at the ties again, now undecisive between the silky black one or the olive Ji-Eun had shown him. He glanced over the register, where he saw his friends paying. Ji-Eun glanced over at him, meeting his eyes and flashing her warm smile. He grinned back and put the black tie down.

******

Taehyung: what are you doing?

Eunha: seeing the agenda with Han

Eunha: say hi

Taehyung: hi hannie

Taehyung: where are you?

Eunha: at the office, wym?

Taehyung: I miss your pretty face

Eunha: hi

Taehyung: hi!!! wow hi!! ❤️ I miss you so much

Eunha: I miss you too

Eunha: what are you doing? 👀

Taehyung: photography practice

Eunha: I adore you, look at your face!!

Taehyung: :))

Taehyung: Am I seeing you tonight?

Eunha: I’m coming home late 😔

Eunha: Around midnight, probably

Taehyung: :c

Eunha: Let’s have lunch tomorrow!

Taehyung: c:

Yoongi: hi

Eunha: hello

Yoongi: are you in the office?

Eunha: where else would I be?

Yoongi: I need your help!

Eunha: what is it?

Yoongi: I locked the keys inside the trunk of the car

Eunha: hahahah

Yoongi: it’s not funny!!

Eunha: it’s a bit funny

Eunha: Where are you? Han and I can come pick you up

Yoongi: I have a copy of the keys in my bedroom

Eunha: Is someone home?

Yoongi: Probably Seokjin hasn’t left

Eunha: I’ll call him and get back to you

Yoongi: thanks

Yoongi: hurry

Yoongi: please

Yoongi: thanks again

***

“Do you have any allergies?” Seokjin asked Tae-Jun casually as they scraped the floor of the soon-to-be restaurant. They were finishing the last details of the construction, hoping to open the week after Hoseok’s sister’s wedding.

“Not that I know of,” Tae-Jun said out of breath. “Why?”

“I just like to know,” Jin said, taking a break to drink from his almost empty bottle of water. “I like to keep a register of my friend’s allergies so I don’t accidentally poison them with my food,”

Tae-Jun was still in denial about his boss considering him a friend. They had spent almost every day together for the past month, and he was very friendly to him, but he knew Seokjin only saw him as his friend’s brother. Still, in the time they had spent together, both had opened up about personal stuff. Seokjin told him the reason why he wanted to open the restaurant, and how determined he was to make it work. Tae-Jun struggled at first to tell Seokjin about his current worries, but once he did, he immediately felt better; this was the first time he felt someone listened to him.

“Should I start the inventory?” Tae-Jun asked, secretly hoping his duty of scraping the floor was done.

“No, let’s practice making some basics,” Seokjin walked over to the new fancy open kitchen, washing his hands as Tae-Jun drank some water. The oldest guy set different size knives on the counter, as well as some onions, tomatoes, and cabbages. “Which one of these is the vegetable knife?”

Tae-Jun sat on a stool opposite Seokjin, took a quick look over the tools, and pointed at a big knife.

“This is a straight-edged Japanese Nakiri Bocho,” Seokjin said, taking the knife. “Ideal for cutting, chopping, slicing, and dicing vegetables,”

“Nakiri Bocho,” Tae-Jun repeated.

“The chefs will handle all the complicated stuff, don’t worry,” Seokjin assured. “But you will need to know the basics for the coffee hours. This means, learning how to make an avocado toast, prepare the salad, slice the salmon,”

“When will I actually learn to make drinks?” Tae-Jun asked, getting impatient.

“James and Eunha will help us next week to learn to calibrate the espresso machine and prepare basic drinks,”

“James as in… the Aussie dude?” he wasn’t able to hide the resentment in his voice. “Why?”

“Because he is an experienced barista,” Seokjin said, putting the knives back in the corresponding drawers. “There’s a chance he starts working here, you know?”

“No! Why?” Tae-Jun wasn’t aware of how childish he sounded, but he couldn’t help it. Seokjin was about to give the younger guy a lesson in manners when, thankfully, his phone started ringing in his pocket.

“Wash the vegetables and put them in the fridge. I need to take a call,” Tae-Jun obeyed, still upset about the mention of James. Seokjin decided to deal with it later, going outside to answer the phone.

“Joon-ah! What is it?”

“Are you home?” Namjoon asked.

“No, at the restaurant, why?”

“Yoongi-hyung locked his car with the keys inside,” Namjoon explained. “He says he has a copy in his room, but we’re far to ask for a cab,”

“Give me the phone,” Jin heard Yoongi’s voice as he took Namjoon’s phone. “Hyung?”

“Hi,” Seokjin chuckled.

“I know you’re busy, but is there a way you give Eunha the keys?”

“The keys to our place?” Seokjin asked, already rummaging his pockets, looking for said keys.

“The copy of my car keys. She can come by the restaurant to pick them up,” Yoongi explained.

“Alright, I’ll call her,” Jin saw the time on his watch, knowing his day was going to end sooner than he’d expected. “I’ll let you know when she has them,”

“Thanks! I owe you!”

“Bye, hyung!” Namjoon said.

“Bye, Chef Kim!” he heard Ji-Eun say.

“Bye you idiots,” Seokjin laughed as he hung up the phone, getting back inside to let Jun know they were leaving.

“I think we forgot to buy the kimchi containers,” Tae-Jun said as he cleaned the fridge.

“It’s okay, we’ll get it tomorrow,” Seokjin sighed. “Pack your stuff, we’re leaving,”

“But…” Tae-Jun checked the time on his phone, realizing it was still early.

“I need to pick some stuff at my place and deliver it to Eunha,”

“Taehyung’s girlfriend?” Tae-Jun asked, a bit confused.

“Yup,” Seokjin said, grabbing Jun’s bag and carrying it for him as he walked towards the door. The youngest did his usual routine of checking every light was off and every door was locked, then he met his boss in his pick-up truck. “Did you check everything?”

“Yeah, twice,” Tae-Jun said, putting on his seatbelt. Jin’s place wasn’t too far from the restaurant, about a 10-minute ride with no traffic. After he filled in Tae-Jun with the missing information from the call, Seokjin passed him the phone and asked him to call Eunha, which made the younger guy a bit nervous.

“Seokjinnie-ssi!” Eunha’s voice was heard through the speaker. “How can I help you?”

Tae-Jun was waiting for Seokjin to answer, but he didn’t, instead, he pointed to the phone with his head, letting him know to give her the message.

“Hi, it’s Tae-Jun,” he said.

“Oh, hi, honey! What’s up?” Tae-Jun’s cheeks rapidly blushed; he wasn’t close to many girls, except from his sister. “Are you okay?”

“We are picking up the keys and taking them to you, so you can deliver them to your boss,” Tae-Jun said in a serious voice that made Seokjin smile.

“Oh, great! Thanks a lot,” Eunha said. “See you here then,”

“Alright,” Jun awkwardly said and hung up.

“You don’t have a crush on your brother’s sister, do you?” Seokjin asked, half laughing.

“No! Of course not!” Tae-Jun defensively said.

“Then why did you get so nervous?” Tae-Jun had his reasons; one being the image of her startled the night before as he walked inside the apartment when she seemed to have been busy with his brother.

“I didn’t get nervous,” he lied. “I just don’t like phone calls,”

“Alright,” Seokjin said with a knowing smile.

Once they arrived, Seokjin gave Tae-Jun a quick tour of the house, letting him know he was always welcome. The youngest guy couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes as he walked inside the fancy home.

“Wow, your kitchen is bigger than Taehyung’s apartment,” Tae-Jun said.

“Let’s go, kid,” Jin said, getting a bit awkward as usual with the comments about his comfortable way of living.

It took them another 15 minutes or so to get to Eunha. On the way there, Tae-Jun was suddenly very talkative, which was a bit of a surprise to Seokjin. The younger guy was telling him about how he wasn’t doing great at the evaluations this term because of everything he had to do, but how he was determined to do better, wanting to secure a place in the debuting team. Seokjin told him a bit about his experience as a trainee, and how he wasn’t as confident as his other friends with the decision of being an artist.

“I think there are people who are born for that lifestyle, and I’m not one of them,” Seokjin said. “Jimin and Hoseok were never scared by the stage or the spotlight, it’s like they become different people up there; their real selves. Namjoon, Yoongi, and I liked to be in the shadows. They produced and wrote a lot, and I managed to get through it all, but I wasn’t particularly good at any of it,”

“What about the others?” Tae-Jun asked, wanting to know about one person in particular.

“Jungkook is a star. He was just born with a talent for everything. I’m sure if he had wanted, he would have been a major star. Just like your brother,” Seokjin dropped the last part casually. “Taehyung was our secret weapon; his problem was that he never believed that. He has a great voice, he’s a great dancer, he even has great looks, but he struggled a lot believing in himself,”

Tae-Jun didn’t say anything, so Seokjin continued.

“He went through a hard time when we left the company. I think it affected him the most. He just… he lost his light for a long time,” Seokjin seemed a bit melancholic as he spoke, which let Tae-Jun know it was better not to interrupt. “But then he found it again, and I truly think I’ve never seen him happier than he is now that he is doing what he likes to do the most?”

“What? His girlfriend?” Tae-Jun scoffed, but Jin threw him a dirty warning look. “I’m joking,”

“You need to respect your elders,” Seokjin said firmly. “Especially your family,”

Tae-Jun remained silent, not wanting to get into an argument with his boss about how he didn’t understand how complicated his family was.

“And I don’t necessarily mean your biological family,” Seokjin added. “You need to respect your chosen family,”

Through Tae-Jun’s mind, the only thought was how he didn’t have what Seokjin meant. He saw how all the guys, and even the girls, were very close and loyal towards each other. He knew who Seokjin was talking about, knowing his chosen family. But he didn’t have that. He didn’t need one.

“You know who my best friends are?” Seokjin interrupted his thoughts, but Tae-Jun remained silent. “The guys I tried the hardest to push away for many years. I wasn’t like them, I didn’t speak their language. Yoongi had Joon to talk about production, Hoseok had Jimin to talk about dance, and Taehyung had Jungkook to talk about music, but I spoke a whole different language. I used to think I was better off alone, not because I could do it on my own but because they could do it by themselves; they were better without me. But I let them adopt me as their friend and brother, and now, almost ten years later, I’m here, driving across the city to get my stupid brother his car keys,”

This was probably the longest Tae-Jun had heard Jin speak without stuttering or making a joke, so he listened carefully.

“Sometimes you don’t get to choose your family, but there are people who choose to have you in their lives, who enjoy having you around,” Seokjin said all this without taking his eyes off the road, which Tae-Jun thanked since he wasn’t used to people talking to him like that. The younger guy felt an intense need of crying, but he fought against it with all his might until they arrived at Eunha’s office.

“Can you give her the keys? There’s nowhere to park,” Seokjin said, passing him the infamous car keys. “She must be on the third floor,”

“Okay,” Tae-Jun took the keys and his bag and opened the door of Seokjin’s truck. “I think I can go home from here, I know the way, don’t worry,”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, there’s a coffee house nearby that I want to go anyways,” he said, closing the door behind him. “Thanks for the right. See you tomorrow, boss,”

“Call me hyung,” Seokjin said, knowing the guy wouldn’t do it yet. “Or just Jin,”

“I’ll try,” Tae-Jun waved at him and ran inside the building, not really knowing where he was going.

***

Ji-Eun via Twitter: Please help, their brains are melting!

Namjoon: Help, she's losing her mind!

Seokjin: I wish you the best, but you guys are really stupid. ANy WaYs, help is on the way 😘

@chimchim95:

"Soo saying goodbye to Binnie 😭 "

@seokjinniehyung: Whoever that dog is, please bring him with you!!!

@its-sooah:

"You dont understand how much I love you!!"

@chimchim95: I love you ❤️

@justtaehyung: cheekies!!!!!!!

@94junghoseok: that looks soooo good 🤤

***

Succeeding at saving her boss and friends from possible dehydration, Eunha and Han managed to get the car keys to Yoongi so they could leave. By the time they arrived, it was only Yoongi who was waiting in the parking lot; he had sent Ji-Eun and Namjoon inside the mall.

“I owe you, seriously,” Yoongi said, finally starting his car.

“It’s nothing, boss,” Han said, giving a friendly arm squeeze to Yoongi.

“How is the agenda for the day?” Yoongi asked, going straight to work-mode.

“We only have to finish the master of the track that’s due on Wednesday,” Han confidently said. “But I can do that overnight,”

“Great, because I need a good bath, so I’ll work from the home studio,”

“I have to meet the director at HQ for the shooting we’re doing on Friday,” Eunha sighed. “But everything’s ready, don’t worry,”

“Alright,” Yoongi let out a sigh of relief.

“If you want, we can wait for the guys so you leave,” Eunha suggested.

“Cool,” Yoongi didn’t need to hear it twice. “I’ll call you tonight,”

“Sure,” Eunha said as Yoongi left. Not even a minute after, Namjoon and Ji-Eun came out of the mall with ice cream cones in their hands. “Hi there,”

“Unnie!” Ji-Eun was happy to see her friend. “Finally!”

“Where is hyung?” Namjoon asked, just realizing the car was gone.

“He had to go, but we’ll take you,” Han said. “I don’t know if we’re properly met, I’m Han Hoseok,”

“Oh, yes! The other Hoseok!” Namjoon said, shaking hands with the guy. “I’m Kim Namjoon,”

“Ji-Eun,” Ji-Eun said with a smile and a small bow.

“Should we go then?” Eunha said, opening the back door for them. Namjoon waited until Ji-Eun got inside, holding her shopping bag until she sat, then he closed the door and went over to the other side of the car to join her in the back seat.

“How was the tuxedo hunt?” Eunha asked conversationally.

“Well, we narrowed it down to three choices,” Namjoon said, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “I think I still have to get mine tailored; it’s a bit lose in the shoulders,”

“Do you know if Taehyung already has his suit?” Ji-Eun asked, eating her ice cream.

“There are more suits than t-shirts in his wardrobe,” Eunha laughed. “But yeah, I think he’s going for a three-piece black tux,”

“Did you pick the dress already?” Ji-Eun asked.

“I’m still between the black or the flower print,” she sighed. “I’m waiting for Sooah to pick one so I know the etiquette,”

“When is she getting home?”

“I think tomorrow early,” Eunha yawned, feeling already exhausted even though it wasn’t that late. “Is Midori home?”

“She had an important meeting today. The publisher wants her to illustrate a whole series,” Ji-Eun proudly said. “She also said something about getting a tattoo, but I think she was joking,”

“That’s what I thought when Jungkook told me,” Namjoon chuckled, looking at her over his glasses. “Every time I see him he has a new tattoo,”

“Would you get one?” Ji-Eun asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” Namjoon said. “You?”

“No, I’m a bit scared of needles,” Ji-Eun said very seriously.

Taehyung: what are you doing now?

Eunha: missing you

Taehyung:

Taehyung: My hair is a mess, I can't go to the wedding like this

Eunha actually malfunctioned as she saw the picture. She quickly locked her phone, hoping no one saw her boyfriend’s exposed chest. For a moment she thought she had imagined it, so she unlocked her phone only to confirm. Yes. The picture was still there.

Taehyung: Should I dye it again or something?

Taehyung: Go back to brown, maybe

Eunha: I think it looks very good on you

Taehyung: My hair is literally fried

Eunha was having trouble concentrating on his hair. She was having trouble thinking about anything, actually.

Eunha: Are you already home?

Taehyung: I came to pick Yeontan up, he was alone all day

Eunha: Poor baby

Taehyung: He's with daddy now

Eunha locked her phone again. Then she got another message.

Idiot: hi dork

Eunha: hi idiot

Idiot: where are you?

Eunha: working

Eunha: you?

Idiot: liar

Idiot: you're not here

“No way!” Eunha let out loud.

“What?” Han asked, getting a bit scared.

“Unnie?” Ji-Eun asked, but Eunha ignored them both, she was too busy calling someone on the phone.

“What are you doing at my studio, idiot?” Eunha asked; the rest of the passengers turned to her with worried looks.

“Hello, baby sister, I missed you too,” Dae-Hyun said. “Where are you sneaking to when you’re not in the office, huh?”

“I’m working,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You didn’t answer my question?”

“Well, since you didn’t come home for auntie’s birthday, I decided to pay a visit,” her brother said. “You don’t mind if I stay at your place tonight, right? Sooah already showed me the place,”

“Do I have a choice?” she sighed.

“Damn, you really don’t sound happy to see me,”

“Of course I am! I just can’t believe you’re here,” Eunha felt a bit bad for giving her brother the wrong impression. “How did you get inside, though?”

“The receptionist let me in, I just said I had a meeting with you,”

“I do have a meeting at the other side of the city, so I guess I’ll see you later at home,”

“Okay,” Dae-Hyun said as he hung up.

“So, turns out my brother is here,” Eunha finally explained to the rest.

“Yey!” Ji-Eun said with happy tiny claps. “We’re finally meeting him!”

“Is it ok if he stays only for the night at our place? I’ll lock him inside my room,” Eunha said.

“Sure, no problem with me,” Ji-Eun said.

“How long will he be staying?” Namjoon asked. “I can discuss with the hyungs to see if he can stay at our place,”

“I don’t know,” Eunha sighed. “But I’ll ask him and I’ll let you know, thank you,”

“No problem,” Namjoon smiled and finished his ice cream.

***

Taehyung had been staring at his face in the mirror for at least 40 minutes, having a full crisis about his hair. He even considered shaving his head, wondering whether Eunha would still like him if he did so. Defeated, he decided to leave the crisis for later, going to his room to do a bit of exercise.

He had never worried too much about his image, specifically, about his strength. He wasn’t as disciplined as Jungkook at practicing a sport and he rarely hit the gym, but he enjoyed going for a walk with Namjoon, swimming whenever he would, and he tried to do at least an hour of workout, mostly for his mental health. He had the tendency of getting anxious if his body wasn’t busy.

Taehyung: do you think I should start practicing boxing?

He sent the next in the middle of his set, already out of breath.

Eunha: do you want to?

Eunha: I thought you didn’t like contact sports

Taehyung: idk, I could give it a try

Taehyung: are you still working?

He checked the time, it was about midnight. He really hoped she was home, getting rest.

Eunha: I’m omw there

Taehyung: how was your day?

Eunha: busy, but I can’t really complain

Eunha: yours?

Taehyung: not as busy as I’d liked

Taehyung: I missed you a lot

Eunha: I miss you, too

Taehyung: Am I seeing you tomorrow?

Eunha: yeah! Lunch, remember?

Taehyung: alright <3

Eunha: wyd

Taehyung was a bit ashamed of telling her he was struggling to do pushups, not really knowing why.

Taehyung: about to go to bed

Taehyung: I wish you were here

Eunha: Me too, believe me

Deciding he was done with his routine, he walked out of his room to see if Yeontan was sleeping, finding his brother reading in the living room with the little dog in his lap.

“Hello,” Taehyung said with a smile.

“Hi,” Tae-Jun said, not lifting his gaze.

“When did you get here?”

“Like three hours ago,” Tae-Jun said. “I have a lot of homework,”

“You do homework?” Taehyung wasn’t trying to be mean, he was just surprised.

“Only the necessary,” Tae-Jun said.

“Did you have something to eat?”

“Yeah, salmon toast,”

“I didn’t know we had salmon,” Taehyung said, impressed. “Or toast,”

“I bought some,” Tae-Jun casually said. “There’s some in the fridge,”

“Thanks,” Taehyung couldn’t help worry about his brother; he was being too nice compared to his usual self.

“I saw your girlfriend,” Tae-Jun casually said, still reading his book.

“You saw Eunha?” Taehyung beamed at the mention of her. “When? Why? Where?”

“At her job,” Jun said. “Seokjin-ssi and I gave her something her boss needed. I saw a guy I know from my old company, Han Hoseok,”

“Yeah, he’s her assistant,” Taehyung said. “You know each other?”

“We never talked, but he produced great beats. He once gave us a masterclass in production,” Tae-Jun explained. Taehyung was waiting for a mean comment to come, but it didn’t.

“You need a haircut,” Taehyung casually said; he had been looking at his brother in silence. “I’m planning on fixing my hair before the wedding. I can make an appointment for both,”

“Sure,” Tae-Jun simply said, taking his brother by surprise once more. “I was actually thinking of dying it, but maybe later,”

“So, did Eunha say something about me? Did she ask about me or anything?” Tae-Jun laughed at his brother’s sudden change of subject.

“You’re head over-heels about her, aren’t you?” Tae-Jun asked, finally closing his book and putting it on the side.

“You’ll fall in love one day and understand how I feel,” Taehyung said with a grin on his face.

“I’ve been in love,” Tae-Jun casually said. “Well, I think so. I had a girlfriend in Cali, she was older than me. It wasn’t great,”

“I thought you were not allowed to date,” he said, referring to his company contract.

“I’m not,” the youngest guy said. “Which is why it was a secret. Or so she told me, I don’t know. Thing is, I’m not crazy about love. I’m good on my own,”

“You say that now,” Taehyung said with a smirk. “But one day, you’ll be sneaking a girl in, and I’ll have to pretend to get mad,”

“Speaking of sneaking a girl,” Tae-Jun said with his mischievous smirk. “Where is noona?”

“It’s not like she sleeps with me always,” Taehyung defended himself. “Besides, I told you, we don’t do anything. Anything other that kiss, I mean. Why am I even giving you an explanation?”

“Are you sure you were not just about to sneak out,” he wasn’t but now that he had the idea, it was hard to fight against it.

“Well, I was just considering paying a visit,” Taehyung said, looking over the kitchen counter to where Jimin’s car keys usually were. “When did Jimin arrive?”

“He’s here?”

“His keys are here,” Taehyung said, walking over to the counter to take them.

“I guess I’m sleeping on the couch again tonight,” Tae-Jun sighed.

“You can use my room,” Taehyung said, already walking to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow,”

Tae-Jun only smiled; he couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of his brother for surprising his girlfriend.

***

By the time she got home, Eunha was surprised to see that all her roommates, their boyfriends, and her brother were still talking in the living room. Jungkook, Midori, and Dae-Hyun were discussing sports, while Sooah and Jimin filled Ji-Eun in on the details of their trip to Incheon.

“There she is!” Dae-Hyun said, standing up as he saw his sister enter the room. “Why are you getting home this late?”

“Unnie! Your mom sent food,” Sooah let her know, running to greet her with a hug.

“What, are we having a sleepover?” Eunha asked, knowing that Jungkook never left this late, and assuming Jimin had plans to stay, too. “I could have let my boyfriend know, thanks for gatekeeping,”

“No, they’re actually leaving,” Midori said, looking over Jungkook, who frowned at her, not pleased to be kicked out. “You have a test tomorrow!”

“I don’t need to study, I’ll pass,” Jungkook protested.

“Let’s go kid,” Jimin said, getting to his feet and walking over to Eunha and Sooah. “I’ll cover your class tomorrow, don’t worry,”

“Are you sure?” Sooah asked.

“No problem,” Jimin said, giving her a tight hug and a kiss on her head. “Get some rest, okay?”

“You too,” Sooah said.

“We need to catch up,” Jimin told Eunha, still holding Sooah in his arms. “Coffee next week?”

“Sure,” Eunha said, too tired to say something else.

The guys finally left after saying goodbye to their girlfriends for about 10 minutes. Ji-Eun left for her room, saying goodbye to her roommates and Eunha’s brother. Midori disappeared, too, while Sooah insisted that Eunha should sleep with her in her room, leaving Dae-Hyun Eunha’s room for the night. In that agreement, Eunha took her brother to her room, showing him the bathroom he could use and what he definitely shouldn’t touch.

“Please don’t sleep on my bed wearing sweaty or dirty clothes,” Eunha said.

“Alright,” Dae-hyun yawned. “Don’t worry, I’ll find a hotel to stay tomorrow,”

“You can stay here,” Eunha insisted. “It’s only a couple of days, right?”

“A week, so don’t worry, dork,” he said with a genuine smile. “I’ll leave tomorrow very early. Thanks for letting me crash,”

“It’s good to have you here,” she sincerely said.

“Go to sleep, we’ll catch up tomorrow,” he demanded, pushing her out of her own room. “You look exhausted,”

“Don’t touch my stuff!”

Dae-Hyun looked at the time, feeling very tired suddenly. Eunha didn’t say anything about not wearing a shirt to sleep, so he stripped into his underwear and locked the door from the inside, jumping to Eunha’s bed to finally relax. He closed his eyes and let out the longest and loudest sigh, feeling content with his decision to come to the city.

He was falling asleep when he heard grunting coming from outside, which didn’t make sense, since the house was protected by a tall fence. He thought he was too tired, probably imagining things, but then he heard panting again. Sitting up in bed, wishing he had his baseball bat with him, Dae-Hyun tried to fix his sight, rubbing his eyes, and looking over the balcony. Just then, a hand appeared in view, scaring the shit out of him.

“The hell?!” Dae-Hyun jumped, ready to beat the person climbing the wall. He opened the door, getting outside, holding Eunha’s desk lamp as a bat. The climber landed on the balcony, and was just as startled as him.

“Who the hell are you?!” Dae-Hyun asked, already swinging the lamp.

“Me? Who the hell are you?!” Taehyung avoided the swing. He seemed very confused as to why a guy wearing only boxers was coming out of his girlfriend’s room. They both recognized each other at the same time, having met only through Instagram posts.

“Taehyung?” Dae-Hyun asked, lowering the lamp.

“You’re Dae-Hyun?” Taehyung asked, feeling very embarrassed to have his girlfriend’s brother caught him sneaking into her room in the middle of the night. This was definitely not a great first impression.

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starsscribble · 3 years

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Stick Shift

Summary: Rick thinks he freeing Y/n. Y/n thinks she's the problem.

Tags: Angst, No comfort, Age Difference, Reader is 25 Rick is in in 40.

A/n: This was when I was on my Walking Dead kick. Finally got it edited.

But today I drove through the suburbs

Crying 'cause you weren't around

You pulled into the post-apocalyptic suburbs; in a separate car than what Glenn and you left in. Your earlier pride of find and driving said care was gone. Now in it place was a numb type of sadness. It was stupid. You know that. Getting worked up over the fact you were driving a stick shift. All on your own. But Rick. Your boyfriend; ex-boyfriend now. He had been the one to teach you how to drive a stick shift. Before Virginia. When the group was still in the prison. When you were both still happy.

“Come on,” his southern drawl was clear as day. You let out a puff of air. Head pushing against the headrest. “This was your idea. You gotta confess something.” You started to hate that you suggested this game, but the drive was so damn long. You didn’t have the radio to help distract you. No, it was just you, Rick, and a long stretch of Georgia backroad. The former sheriff’s right hand shifted off the steering wheel. Moving carefully as not to catch your attention. You were still racking your brain for a secret to tell. Then a yelp left your mouth. You jumped in your seat making the older man laugh. Hand retreated to the wheel.

“That’s what you get for taking so long pumpkin.” He grinned; eyes shifted from the road onto you. A hint of playfulness in those ocean blue eyes.

“I was thinking of something!” You shot back making him chuckle before looking back to the road.

“There’s gotta be something you have never told anyone.”

“Well,” you hummed. Readjusting in your seat. “I don’t know if this would count because I’ve never told this to anyone in the group.”

“I’ll count it.” He glances at you quickly, still smiling. Which makes you smile.

“Alright. I don’t know how to drive a stick shift.” You feel the jerk was the car spot. Rick looked at you as if you just told him the undead are all gone. Eye full of disbelief.

“You’re joking.” He speaks after a beat and you shake your head. Nope, you couldn’t drive a stick to save your life. And with how the world was it just might. Rick took off his seatbelt as you questioned just what he was doing. “I’m gonna teach you how to drive stick. You might need it.”

“We are on a run.”

“Yep and this is the perfect time. Now get into the driver’s seat.”

Slowly you parked next to Glenn. Killing the engine you got out as Glenn moved over to your vehicle. He smiled at you. Today was a good day. Got more food, medicine, and another car. The possibilities for cars were endless. Used for parts. Set up at protection. Used as traps. Daryl Dixon the town resident mechanic would have a field day with this car.

“I’m gonna check in with Rick,” Glenn says. You see him playing with his wedding band. Maggie’s baby bump had started to show and Glenn didn’t like being away for too long. Patting his shoulder you speak.

“Go see Maggie and your baby.” You slammed the driver’s side door shut. The dark-haired man stares at you. Willing to argue with you on this.

“Really it’s-” You raised your hand stopping him.

“If you don’t go check up on Maggie. I will and I’ll tell her how you screamed like a girl.” His eyes widen at the threat.

“I didn’t know a group of bats would be in there!” He defended himself only making you grin at him. You both head away from the parking area. Back towards the stretch of cookie-cutter homes. You nudge his shoulder with yours.

“First it’s a colony of bats. Second, not only was the scream funny, so was your face.” You teased him. Glenn shoved your shoulder playfully. Before mumbling that he was going to check in with his wife. Leaving you with the task of checking in with the community’s newly appointed leader Rick.

Jogging onto his porch you knocked on the door. Eyes looking everywhere but the door until it opened. Sadly it wasn’t the male you were looking for. Carl greeted you with a soft smile. The bandages that once covered his right eye socket had been replaced with a custom-made eyepatch.

“Ahoy captain.” You tease the teenager who rolled his remaining eye. “Your dad here? Just checking in since Glenn and I got back.”

“Nope. Haven’t seen him since this morning.” Carl tells you, making you nodded. “When I see him…” He trails off because he knows you will just hunt his dad down. “I don’t know where he is.” He's lying. You know it. He knows that you know. But you just nod and quickly thank him. Tell him to kiss his sister for you before turning off the porch.

And you're probably with that blonde girl

Who always made me doubt

She's so much older than me

She's everything I'm insecure about

You know where Rick Grimes is. Feet carrying you down the still blood-stained street. Streets that just weeks ago were covered with the undead. You wave kindly to the people passing by. It is a mix of your group, older residents, and new people. You still feel out of place. Maybe you always will. Maybe you won't. You wonder quietly to yourself. A nice distraction. Because if you thought about where you were going. Where you had to go. You might just break. So you let your mind wander. Let your feet carry you to the destination. Everything seemed to be on autopilot. Until your using the knocker of the baby blue house. Her house.

“We should end this,” Rick says matter-of-factly. You stopped brushing your hair to look at him. He’s not facing you. Back facing you as he pulled his jeans on.

“What?” Maybe you misheard him. Maybe it was your ear playing a trick on you. Because Rick couldn’t be breaking up with you right now.

“We should break up.” He rephrases. The words take the air from your lungs. Your mouth opened to say words that your mind can’t even come up with. The silence in the room grew by the seconds. It finally became too much for the man as he turned to face you. Jeans zipped up but not buttoned. Belt lay next to his shirt on the bed but his eyes fell on you instead.

“Say something.” He requested of you softly. That same soft voice that he used when he said he loved you. Tears that formed in your eyes finally fell as you blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you looked him in the eyes.

“Is it me? Did I do something wrong?” Getting shot was nothing compared to your question to him. Because he knew you honestly thought you did something wrong. You always doubted yourself. But you were perfect. So goddamn perfect. And amazing. And young.

“No sweetheart. It’s just…” He stops himself from going over to embrace you. Tell you to forget about it. Because this has to happen. You're 24. His 39. Even if the group. His and your family were ok with it. He heard the whispers around town. The other weren’t as supportive.

“I think we should end this. We had an amazing run. And you're young. You’re gonna find someone else that will love you more than I ever could.” He breaks his own heart with his words. Because he doesn’t want you to find someone else. He wants to be with you until the end. When and where ever the end was. But you deserve better. You deserve someone around your age. Not an old man with two children like him.

“I…” you stare at him. Cheeks strained with tears he caused. “I don’t want someone else.” You grab the comforter. It gets balled up as you tighten your grip on the fabric. Your mind running over everything you had done in the last weeks to get to the point. You had snapped at him a few days back because of Jessie Anderson. The blonde woman in her thirties that lived up the street. You didn’t hear what they were talking but her body language told you everything. She was flirting with Rick. And either he didn’t notice or didn’t care. Doubt played in your mind the whole day after seeing the interaction. Because Jessie was around Rick’s age. And you weren’t. You didn’t really have any life experience before the world ended. So it made sense if Rick preferred a woman his own age. As opposed to you, a 24-year-old kid in his eyes.

“I can get you a brownstone to stay in.” He said. Brushing off your comment. Which broke your heart even more.

The door opened showing the blonde that lived there. A smile and questioning look on her face.

“Is Rick here?” You asked, watching as she turned her head and yelling the man’s name into the home. He comes out from the kitchen; questioning who it was. The question dying in his throat when he saw it was you. Jessie excused herself leaving you and Rick alone. The former sheriff stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he gives you a tight-lipped smile. Which you return.

“Just came to tell you Glenn and I are back.”

“Right,” he nods. “You guys went on a run. Get anything good?” You nodded before listing off some of the supplies you got. Including the stick shift car. You heard him chuckle. Looking into his eyes you saw that same playfulness as the day he first forced you to drive a stick.

“You didn’t flood the engine this time right?” He teased and you scoffed, punching him in the shoulder.

“I was amazing.” You boasted. The older man stared at you and you swear you heard a quiet. ‘Ya, you are.’

“You don’t mind if I asked Glenn?” You roll your eyes but smile.

“Go ahead. He's gonna tell you the same thing.” He nodded. Hand going on his hips. You watch as he licks his lips. Your breath hitching as you feel your stomach twisting in knots. “I should go. Need a shower desperately.” You don’t wait for him to say goodbye or stop you. You're off the porch and down the road heading home in a few steps.

And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do

Maggie can’t drink. But that doesn’t mean you and Sasha can’t. Sasha, Abraham, and Rosita had come back later in the day from another run. They had been the unlucky ones not finding much of anything. But Sasha apparently found some top-tier booze in a rundown bar. The trio split it up between them. So here you were. Snacking on fresh strawberries drinking booze that would have been at least $100 for a bottle; straight out of the bottle. The three of you resting against the metal wall that protected the town from the nasty world outside.

“So,” Maggie started as she threw a strawberry stem into a bowl filled with them. “Heard someone talk with Rick.” Sasha and her eyes went to you as you grabbed the glass bottle of auburn liquid. Taking a healthy swig you felt the burn as it went down. You were far too sober to be talking about this. Talking about him. Because no one in the group knew why you guys ended it. Just one day you were a happy couple and the next you were packing up and moving into your own brownstone. Sasha took the bottle from you, making you whine. As you tried to reach for it but the former firefighter held it out of reach. Her hand on your chest also keeping you away from it.

“You can get some when you tell us what happened.” She landed down the rule and it makes you groan as you move to lay against the wall. You don't want to talk about it. You just want to wallow and let the scar form on your heart in peace.

A crack of thunder sends the trio onto the back porch of Maggie’s home. Lucky for you guys because moments after; the dark clouds opened up letting down heavy droplets that ping off the porch’s roof. Sasha is distracted by the rain. Asking Maggie if the crops will be ok. Allowing you to snatch the bottle from her hand and take another big glug. The bottle is half gone now. And honestly so are you. The alcohol works fast as your brain starts to go fuzzy. Sasha takes the bottle back slightly annoyed. But it clear the break-up has been hard. So she lets it go.

“You got your drink.” She says putting the cap back on and sitting it to the side out of your reach. “Now tell us what happened.”

“I don’t know.” You sob. You weren’t normally an emotional drunk. But with everything going on with Rick. Tonight you were.

And I know we weren't perfect

But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

Maggie held you as you drunkenly cried. Sasha joined you on the other side, rubbing your back. You finally opened up about your breakup with Rick a month ago. You weren’t sure how much they understood because of the loud rain and your blubbering. But either way, they consoled you. Trying to help the only way they could. And the only way they knew how. Simply being there. Because for a month you kept this end. Kept this to yourself. So those outside of the group saw you were fine. The break-up didn’t seem to affect you. You carried on with work. Talked with Rick when it was needed. You acted fine.

But the group knew it. Of course, they knew. It was an act. Because they saw how you were breaking. How you had a longing in your eyes when the cowboy boots-wearing man walked by. The smile that rarely reached your lips. You were faking so much of your joy because your heart was broken.

“I just don’t get how he is so ok. Did I mean nothing?” The two women share a look at your question. Because they also know that Rick isn’t ok. Like you, he is acting. Because he is the leader and can’t break down. But the man isn’t ok. They don’t say that. Rick was the one that ended it. That was on him.

“I don’t know,” Maggie says softly as you rest your head onto her shoulder. “I wish I had the answer for you. But only Rick does.”

Red lights, stop signs

I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe

The street lights are now on. It’s still raining when you tell Maggie you were going home. Sasha and her try to get you to stay the night. Or at least until the rain lets up. But the rain isn't letting up. It was so heavy you could barely see a few steps in front of you. But you step off the back porch and disappear down the alleyway of the lined-up homes. You walk. Just walk because you don’t want to go home just yet. If you go home you’ll be lonely. And you don’t want that. Because for a month you have been lonely in that damn brownstone. Rick wasn’t lonely. He was with Jessie. His arms wrapped around her body. Damn your brain. Just because you didn’t want to be lonely didn’t mean you wanted to think about them together.

The rain started to ease up as you found yourself passing Rick’s house. The lights upstairs were on. As you quickly looked away from the cookie-cutter home. A shiver ran through you and shoved your hands into your soaked jean pockets. Maybe now was a good time to head home. You haven’t even turned when you heard your name being shouted over the rain. Looking back at Rick’s home you see him rushing off the porch and over to you. His dark brown jacket acting as an umbrella. He puts it mostly over you shielding you from the rain.

“What are you doing out here? You're going to get sick.” He frets because he knows how likely that is. Because after the rainstorm when the group was on the trek through Virginia you had gotten sick. “Come on.” He orders and you walk with him toward his house.

Sidewalks we crossed

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

Over all the noise

You smile at him lightly as he places a cup of peppermint tea in your hand; you're favorite. You're in one of his white t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair, no longer wet from the rain but a hot shower. The alcohol is still in your system. How much you don’t know.

“What were you doing walking in the rain?” He questioned taking the seat next to you. His own cup of tea in his hand.

“Was drinking with Sasha and Maggie.” You look towards him as his eyebrows knit together as the mention of Maggie and drinking. “Maggie was moderating us. She wasn’t drinking, come on. She knows better.” Rick nods bowing his head because he does know better to think that about Maggie. But his time as a cop taught him that some people just don’t care. Not about themselves. Not about others. And sure as hell not about kids.

“Where did you get the booze from? Daryl?” You snort at him before blowing on your tea taking a careful sip. Sitting the cup down you look back towards him.

“I ain’t no rat officer.” He chuckles. You both do. A little inside joke between you both. And then the silence fell. The awkward uncertain silence of two people who didn’t know what to say next. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you stare into the tea. Rain still going strong outside, trapping on the roof of your former home. Rick shifts beside you clearing his throat.

“Judy trying to walk.” It makes you smile a bit.

“That’s good. Soon she’ll be running over you and Carl.” The older man chuckles nodding in agreement but you don’t see it. Head still bowed. Turning your mug as you watch the tea shift with each motion.

“Seeing anyone?” He was trying to keep the conversation going. But there had to be another question to ask that wasn’t this. You still answer it by shaking your head.

“No. But you seemed to have moved on.” It has some bite to you. You're bitter. Of course, you are. The man you were in love with. Seemed to easily move on after he ended it. You lift the ceramic mug and take a huge glug of your tea. The warmth fills you but it’s not enough.

“Ya. Jessie, she’s…” He doesn’t know what to say. Jessie is ok. Good to have around. Doesn’t make him feel as empty. But she is just not you. All her touches. All her kisses. They feel off and he knows why. Because the hands touching him aren’t yours. Neither are the lips that kiss him. But Rick is stubborn. Even if it hurts you both, he knows you need better. You deserve the world and he just can’t give it to you.

“She’s perfect.” You looked at him. Sadness, rooted so deeply in your eyes. He wants to pull you into him. Tell you that he is sorry. That he will end it with Jessie. Come back to you. And try to make all of this right. But he already drew his line in the sand and he won’t cross it. Because the moment he touches you he knows it will be his undoing.

“She has her flaws. No one is perfect.” Except for you. He wants to add. He hears a quiet 'ya' then it silence once again.

God, I'm so blue, know we're through

But I still fuckin' love you, babe

You were gone when Rick woke up. His clothes lay on the guest bed since you were dried. He wondered just when you left. He wondered if you slept at all. Because he didn’t. Knowing you were in the house but not in his arms. He was restless the whole night. He sighs. Picking clothes up. It was sad that he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time. But it most likely was going to be the only time. Because how often are you going to walk in the rain drunk? He takes the clothes to the laundry room. Before he throws the shirt in the basket he lifts it to his nose. Inhaling the flowery body wash scent from when you shower last night. You must found where he hid the body wash you left behind.

“Hey, dad!” Carl called out from the kitchen forcing Rick to dump the clothes in the basket. Entering the kitchen he smiled at his son. Judith was already in her high chair waiting for breakfast. Carl stood at the counter. The box of peppermint tea in his hands. Shit. He meant to put that up. Carl’s eye shifts from the box towards the sink. Where the mugs from last night sat unwashed. Then the young man turns to his father.

“Y/n was here wasn’t she?” He questioned but it was really a statement. It is the only reason for this tea to be out with two mugs in the sink.

“Ya,” He replied, moving towards his son and taking the box of tea from his hand. The young man sighed watching his father place the tea on a high shelf so only he could get to it.

“Why?” Carl asked.

“It was raining-”

“No,” he cut his father off. “Why did you break up with her?”

“Carl,” Rick sighed. As he pinched the bridge of his nose. If he didn’t want to have this conversation with Daryl or Michonne. He sure as hell didn’t want it with his son. But like Rick the young survivor was stubborn. He stepped into his father's past every time he tried to move around him.

“Carl,” Rick warns but the boy isn’t back down.

“No. You were happy with Y/n. Happier than I have ever seen you. Even with mom. Even before all of this.” The boy gestures at nothing but Rick knows what he means by that. Because he didn’t want to admit it. But his and Lori’s relationship was at rock bottom before the world ended.

“So why? What happened?” Carl pressed, making Rick sigh. He wondered. Only for a second. If Michonne had put Carl up to his. But he shook that from his head. Michonne won’t do that. This is purely Carl. Because Carl loves you so much. The both of you had apparently clicked before Rick had gotten to the quarry. And that bond only grew over time.

“It’s complicated, Carl. Now please,” Rick needed him to down the subject. And the young boy seemed to understand but is still pissed. He turns from his father. Feet carrying the young boy towards the door. “Where are you going?” He called out.

“Out!” And the slamming door let Rick know that Carl was gone. He sighed.

He knew everyone would move on. You would. Carl would. He would. In the far future, all of this will be just a bad memory. But right now. In the present, it hurt so fucking bad. Tears leaked from his eyes as he sucked in air. He did it to himself. He deserved this pain. And if he could he would take your pain. Allow you to be happy. To find love in someone else better than him. Because you're one of the good things in this ugly world.

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

#walking dead #walking dead imagine #walking dead x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes angst

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papergirllife · 3 years

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Jeong Jaehyun

Fwb! Jaehyun x reader

What started off as just a casual fling with Johnny’s sister, Jaehyun finds himself spiraling when he realises his feelings for you, and if that wasn’t messy enough, his best friend just has to catch him in the act.

warnings : unprotected sex, rough sex, cream pie, fluff, etc.

Summer holidays during your university is usually filled with kids looking forward to going out together and going on the adventure they had planned at the start of the school year, or some, just want a gateway to Jeju to relax, but you? You had other plans.

Instead of leaving Seoul, you plan on staying right here, spending time with your brother, Johnny, and his members, but right now, you are planning to go see Jaehyun, only Jaehyun.

Sleeping with Jaehyun was supposed to be a one time thing, it was one night at their dorms when the guys were discussing about Jaehyun’s escapades, he had a renowned reputation for being a lady’s man in their company, and you heard his dick was a ten out of ten, so why not give it a go?

It has been 5 months since the start of this friend with benefits relationship, the two of you weren’t exclusive, but neither of you seem to have found anyone better.

Right after your last class, you got a text from Jaehyun.

Jungwoo is out with his sister and Johnny is out with Mark, come hang out ;)

You typed a quick okay, heading to the bus station to get to their dorms as soon as possible.

When you got there, you had unfortunately bumped into Donghyuck when he was on his way out.

“Noona? You're here to see Johnny? He's out with Mark though,” Donghyuck informed you.

“It's alright, I'm in no rush, I'll just wait for him here,” you said before letting yourself in, looking around to see if anyone else was around before sneaking up to the tenth floor, heading into Jaehyun’s room.

“Hi baby, you look gorgeous today, like you always do,” Jaehyun complimented, his arms outstretched to envelope you in his arms, the two of you staying like this for almost two minutes, just relishing in each others warmth.

“I missed you, Jaehyun,” you said, your feet moving forward in little steps, plopping him onto the bed with your added weight.

“We were literally just hugging, what's gotten you so worked up?” Jaehyun asked, his eyes lighting up at how yours was shining at his.

“I'm just in a good mood, and when I'm in a good mood, my sex drive tends to fluctuate,” you said, removing your cardigan, feeling the heat building up within you, revealing your cute bra underneath, soft pink just like the tips of his ears.

Jaehyun reaches out, the pads of his thumbs touching your clothed breasts, tracing the lace patterns, he reached the back of your bra, unclasping it, letting it fall below your shoulders, sliding it off your arms.

You tug the hem of Jaehyun's shirt, taking it off him to expose his chiseled body, letting your hands wander the expanse of his smooth skin, going all the way to his muscular back, holding onto him as he manoeuvres the two of you onto his bed, laying your head gently on the pillow.

“You have sheets,” you said, surprised to feel linen silk beneath you.

“Just for you,” he said, eyes looking downwards, embarrassed that he's lazy to place sheets onto the mattress when he's alone.

“You wouldn’t have to if we went to my place instead, then we could’ve been as loud as we want,” you said as Jaehyun nipped the skin just beside your nub, marking you in places only the two of you can see.

“Wanted to see you in my bed,” Jaehyun mumbled before taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking it like a newborn baby as his other hand wanders to your skirt, flipping it up to rub circles on your clothed clit, your breathing staggers at the ministrations, biting down onto your lip to silence yourself.

“Hurry, Jae, Johnny might be back soon,” you said before bucking your hips up, signaling him to pick up the pace.

“Are you sure you're wet enough? It was a week ago when we last had sex,” Jaehyun reminded you, fearing that he'd hurt you without proper foreplay.

“You literally sent a dick pic two nights ago, I'm fine, I’m really wet right now, shouldn't you do something about it?” you said, whispering the last part in a seductive tone that you know drives Jaehyun insane, tempting him.

“Fuck, okay,” Jaehyun immediately agrees, his cock jolting up at the thought of you touching yourself to him, Jaehyun stands up to take off his pants tugging down your panties after, a trail of arousal in between your thighs.

Jaehyun inserts two fingers inside you, making a scissoring motion, making sure you’re loose enough as he licks the trail of juices on your thigh, his teeth grazing the expanse of your thigh, biting down onto the flesh near your heat, sucking on it harshly until a flower blooms, red and purple dusting your skin.

After cleaning you up, he lined himself at your entrance, pushing in an inch, feeling how wet you were, he decided to just slam his whole length inside you, a loud whine of his name falling from your lips as your chest arched into his touch, he observed your face, taking in how you had a dazed look in your eyes, smiling slightly at how full you feel when he was all the way in, letting you adjust before he decides to move, but you seem to be more impatient today.

“What are you waiting for? Fuck me,” you said, feeling Jaehyun twitch inside you.

“Watch your mouth, baby,” Jaehyun said before giving your butt a spank, the pain was mild, just the right amount to remind you who's in charge and still feels arousing to you.

Jaehyun pulls out majority of his length, leaving the tip in before sheathing it back in quickly. You moan at the sudden pleasure, instinctively, Jaehyun covers your mouth before continuing his pace, snapping his hips against yours, the tip of his length brushing your sweet spot at every thrust, Jaehyun knew your body like the back of his hand, using it to his advantage, he’d always position himself right at that angle whenever the two of you needed to be quick.

Jaehyun removes his hand from your mouth when he felt both of you reaching your high soon, lips capturing yours, the feeling of your warm walls clenching around him was a feeling he could only describe as euphoric, slowly tipping him over to his orgasm.

With a hand to spare now, Jaehyun lets his hand travel southwards your body, parting your folds to reveal your swollen clit to him, rubbing it in harsh circles, pushing you over the edge as yours legs jolted from the sudden orgasm, your walls spasming around Jaehyun, as you struggled not to scream aloud, muffling your sounds with your arm, your high pushed him over the edge as well, harshly pulling your arm away, he crashes his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he gives you a few last sloppy pumps to ride out both your highs.

When the two of you finished, Jaehyun pulled out slowly, watching the mixture of cum escaping your core, pride swelling at the sinful scene.

Jaehyun gets up to pull tissues from the box, wiping you clean before crashing onto the bed beside you, tugging the blankets up as he captures you in his hold, making sure you won’t get cold.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, someone barges in Jaehyun's room, making you jump at the sound.

“Hey, Jae, my sister left, wanna get coffee together? I'll just drop off her drink on the way back,” Johnny said quickly, halting in his tracks when he sees you, his sister, in his best friend’s bed, the both of you obviously naked underneath.

“What the fuck?!” Johnny asked, looking at his friend with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

“You, out,” Johnny ordered, pointing his finger at Jaehyun.

Jaehyun curses under his breath, slipping out of bed to dress himself.

“We should explain this together,” you said, knowing how angry Johnny could get.

“No, it's alright, get some rest, I can handle this,” Jaehyun said before heading out of his room.

By the time he was out, all of the members on the 10th floor were hanging around the living area, some were here for the pipping hot tea, some were here to make sure things won't get out of hand.

“You could've slept with anyone, why my sister? Aren't the girls at the company enough for you?” Johnny questioned, his tone borderline mad.

“Look, Johnny, hear me out. I stopped sleeping around with other girls, I think most of you realised that, I haven't been bringing girls over for a long time now,” Jaehyun started off, his friends nodding, just realising that their friend hasn’t been bringing hook ups home like the past.

“The thing is, I really like her, Johnny, I didn’t mean to catch feelings, but once I realised that, I couldn't even look at anyone other than your sister, just give me some time to tell her that myself,” Jaehyun said, finishing up his explanation, praying that he’d make out of this unscathed.

Johnny looked at him, noting how serious he looks right now, nothing like the Jaehyun who joked about how ladies get in line for him.

“Okay, as long as you don't break her heart. If she comes to me crying, you’re a dead man, Jeong Jaehyun,” Johnny warned, his eyes deathly.

Jaehyun, releasing a breath of air he was holding in, nods at his friend before going back to his room, only to find out that you were up, dressed in his shirt, a goofy smile on your face that he adores.

“I heard everything,” you started off with, “and I really like you too, Jae,” you said before opening your arms, gesturing him into a hug.

“Wait, really?” Jaehyun asked in disbelief, but nevertheless requited your hug.

“Yes, you idiot, took you long enough to realise,” you said before kissing him on the lips passionately, the pace slower than usual, just so you could express your feelings for him.

Jaehyun pulls away shortly after, his hands mushing your cheeks together, a lovesick smile on his face before he pulls you in another kiss, the two of you falling onto his bed in giggles like two teenagers in love.

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Been Awhile

Roy Harper x reader

Summary: he’s been gone for a mission and comes back home mad thirsty

Warning: smut, Roy has a filthy mouth

You were totally fine. You didn’t almost burn out the motor to your toy while looking at pictures of Roy while imagining licking his tattoos and then everywhere else. It had been a full month since you last saw him and you were missing him so much at this point that you missed his tinkering and the smell of a soldering iron.

The first thing Roy did was pick up Lian from her aunt Artemis’s house and brought her home. He had stopped and got her the biggest Lego set he could find.

“This says 8 and up but I’m only 6,” she squealed.

“Since you can read that it’s 8 and up, I think you’ll do fine. Now let’s build a castle. Do you want a Princess or dragon?” Roy asked dumping it out on the carpet.

“A Princess dragon!” She said as if it was obvious.

“What was I thinking? Of course, a Princess dragon,” he said and they started building. You grabbed them a snack and joined them on the floor. Roy’s attention was on Lian but he occasionally gazed at you before going back to playing. After a few hours, Lian started yawning as it was close to bed.

“Alright kiddo, why don’t we pick this up tomorrow? It’s getting late now,” Roy said getting up and stretching. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt rose just enough to see a strip of flat stomach. Roy grinned at you when he noticed.

He spent the next 20 minutes getting Lian in bed and another 20 minutes wasting time cleaning up while waiting for her to go to sleep. Roy kept his eyes on you. Staring at your ass as you bent to pick up a stuffed animal, your breasts when you put another toy on a high shelf. And when he was certain that Lian was asleep, he pounced.

“Baby,” Roy said pulling you close by the hips. You covered a giggle with your hand before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fuck have I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You replied. Roy kissed you and his hands roamed your body; running across your back and down to cup your ass and up to squeeze your breasts. “Eager,” you said with a little smirk.

“You don’t even fucking know,” he muttered against your skin. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. You wanted him for sure but you weren’t that ready to go. “Couldn’t even rub one out because it was fucking communal showers and bunks. So it’s been 2 weeks. I had a wet dream the other night like I was a fucking teenager.”

“Damn Roy,” you flushed at his language. He started peeling your shirt off. “The bedroom, not here,” you insisted. He pulled you along quickly. As soon as the door shut, he was yanking your shirt and bra off.

“Fuck baby, your tits,” he whined before bending to kiss and nip at them. He looked up at you with a smiling mouth full of nipple causing you to shiver. He playfully lapped at the bud. “I’ve miss you girls,” he said giving the other breast attention, causing you to laugh. “We’re having a very important conversation here. Excuse us,” he joked to you while cupping them both.

“Hey now,” you laugh. “Can we get to the bed first?”

Roy picked you up over his shoulder as you squealed. He turned his head to gently sink his teeth in the meat of your ass. You jumped in surprise. “Nice ass. Take a bite out of it,” he murmured and did it again before laying you on the bed and crawling beside you.

You turned to your side and started kissing. You pulled Roy’s shirt off at one point and started kissing down his neck and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him, rubbing him through his boxers. He was already throbbing.

“You think you could?” He asked looking down. “I’ve been dreaming about your mouth for days.”

“Damn, you’re thirsty,” you said with a laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he whined. “I swear that sex is the only thing on my mind. I can’t handle going this long.”

“These full,” you asked, reaching your hand in his shorts and cupping his balls. He hissed and leaned into your touch with a nod. “I’ll take pity on you,” you teased.

“Just a little blow job,” he asked.

You started kissing down his chest while pushing his shorts down his legs. Roy was already leaking hard. You ran your hand up his thigh and jerked him a few times and gently cupped his balls before going back and forth. Roy was already breathing heavy and his pale skin was flushed red as his hair.

You playfully ran your fingers through the thatch of reddish brown hair above his dick and Roy’s hips moved towards your hand. It was intoxicating to see him so worked up. Sure, Roy always had a high sex drive but he loved the build up and act of sex just as much as the release usually but you could tell that his mind was only on getting off today.

You finally took him in your mouth and Roy let out a shaky breath. You sucked at the head while gently jerking the base. Roy was so fucking hard and was making so much noise that you were throbbing between your own legs. Thank god Lian was all the way across the apartment.

“Fuck, baby. Better than I imagined,” Roy breathed. He was gripping the sheets tightly in hand. You looked up at him and ran your free hand over the divots of his abs and Roy closed his eyes. He knew if he watched you suck him off, he would but almost immediately.

But then you cupped his balls while hollowing your cheeks as you took him deep and he spasmed and came suddenly. “I-“ was all he got out before a warm bitter wetness filled your mouth. Roy pushed your shoulders back to where his dick wasn’t in your mouth anymore but it didn’t help because instead he came on your face.

“Oh,” you gasped while trying to be a good girlfriend and jerk him through his high.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he said as he came down from his high. “I didn’t mean- I was gonna warn you but I couldn’t even speak,” he said with a dry chuckle. “Shit, that wasn’t the plan,” he said. Roy quickly grabbed his shirt to wipe your face off.

“It’s okay, babe,” you said with a smile. You climbed up and kissed him on the lips. Roy smiled at you. “I mean, I made you cum so hard you couldn’t speak. I’d take that as a compliment.”

“You definitely should. And when my soul returns to my body, I am definitely gonna blow your brains out,” he said and you huffed out a laugh. His casual frank sex language always got you.

“Yeah?” You asked as Roy held you close.

“Yep! Gonna try to see if I can make you cry or squirt when you cum,” he added.

“Roy,” you exclaimed and he laughed.

“Babe, I saw the fucking light when I came,” he said. “No joke. And I was thinking about you on the way home and had to think about baseball scores cuz I started chubbing up. Like a teenager or something.”

You covered his mouth with your hand. “That’s enough of that,” you said and he laughed before licking your hand.

“You won’t be saying that later,” he smirked.

“Yeah?” You challenged. Roy flipped you on your back and climbed over you.

“Absolutely. Now show me that pretty little pussy.”

“Roy!”

“Aww come on. It’s adorable when you get all flustered,” he said. You didn’t answer but let him pull your shorts off. Roy had a pleased smile on his face. “Fuck, my imagination has nothing on this,” he muttered while kissing down your chest. He opened your legs wide while roughly pulling a nipple in his mouth. You gasped as he let it go to repeat the same on the other side. He slid his tongue messily over your chest before planting wet kisses down your stomach.

Roy pushed your knees back to where you were wide and exposed to him. You shivered as he looked you over almost predatorily. Roy kissed down your leg and skipped over your pussy before going back up the other leg. He even kissed your hips and mound before moving down.

“Absolutely drenched,” he whispered. Roy lapped at your outer folds and even sucked on on before moving inward with precision. He knew what he was doing. You were panting by the time his tongue pierced between your folds and into your core. Roy started tongue fucking you and you let out breathy moans. You gripped the headboard behind you.

Roy grew more aggressive and messy in the best way. One hand held your legs up and the other squeezed and teased your breasts. It didn’t take long for you to whimper his name desperately in hopes he would finally pay attention to your clit. Knowing exactly what you wanted, he started lapping at the bud before taking it in his mouth and sucking. You moaned far louder than you mean as he sucked your clit like a dying man.

“Don’t stop,” you whined and Roy’s hand that was grabbing your breast moved to hold your thigh to let his mouth dive deeper into your pussy. He was absolutely destroying you in the best way with sucking and lapping and swirling your clit with his very talented mouth and tongue. He could see you were close. The sounds you make and how your core would clench around nothing. Roy kept going and was rewarded with a sound like a sob before you whimpered out his name and spasmed below him. His mouth suddenly flooded with fluid that he happily lapped at through your high until you pushed his face away. He gave a chaste kiss to you sensitive clit that had you jumping and gasping before climbing back up your body to lay beside you.

“Still got it,” he said with a grin. You rolled your eyes while scooting on top of him.

“Don’t break your arm patting yourself on the back, Harper,” you muttered with no real heat.

“What? I’m back to last name? I gave you a mind numbing orgasm and I get last named,” he pouted.

“It was alright,” you teased.

“That sob at the end said otherwise,” he protested with a roguish grin. You covered his mouth with your hand.

“Okay, ruining the afterglow there speedy,” you said. He laughed.

“Okay Princess. Let’s get you some sleep. That way I can wake you up before Lian gets up and actually fuck,” he said pulling the blankets over you both.

“Shhhh, less words.”

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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OH NO BABY!!

Summary: It was Harry who swimmed in freezing ass water but someone else (his lovie) ends up catching a cold, caring boyfriendrry, a mighty bit momrry.

Turquoise chilly waves crashes against the dark coloured stones as Y/N watches her button sized boyfriend; summat all with rosy cheeks and nose, un-tattooed, wearing excessively short knickers (so tiny it shows the curves of his cute bum perfectly), being a cheeky giggly boy while shooting his swimming scenes.

She wheezes a cold puff of breath winding her brown overcoat closer around to keep her warm but it fails to do so and she might get a scolding from Harry for being silly and waiting outside the whole time just to watch him but she doesn't care, she's extremely proud of him and comes by the sets of My Policemen once a time she gets day off her job early.

He paddles towards her like a penguin buried into humongous coats and towels, his brows furrowing together trying to recognize her dainty self waving him quite enthusiastically from far and his face softens at that.

Shaking his head when her teeth clanks together from the gush of stinging cold breeze.

"Lovie'," He wraps his nippy palms around her hands bringing them to his frosty lips to blow warm air, knowing she hates cold and gets real whiny from not being able to bear it yet she stood in it for two hours for him means alot to him because his assistant told him someone was waiting for him but didn't tell it was his actual sweet baby.

"How you're not a frozen chicken yet?" She asks sighing once in the heat of his given trailer and he makes an exhultant purring noise when she cups his face, lulling it left and right playfully, "Are you okay? She queries worriedly looking down at him with batted eyes and he muses a chuckle at her sweetness.

"Baby 'm fine -- feeling hot by the way now you're inside the van." He grins bashfully tugging her closer with his knees pulled around her legs, "You better go back home .. I don't want your cutesy bum to freeze to death." She squeaks surprisingly when he smacks her ass playfully and drags her down by pulling the lapel of her coat to smear his lips against her's fondly -- heart bigger than it's normal size at her sight making his day 100x better.

"I brought you lunch, it's on that shelf." She tells him standing at the stairs of trailer and he waves her blowing a heartious kiss her way, "Call me when y'reach, yeah?"

"Kay, bye!" Her awfully pretty smile covets dimples into his cheeks and he just want to throw himself into the sofa piled with blanket and scream into it like a teenager girl.

Though, she keeps sneezing through whole ride -- eyes teary, nose runny and fingers twitchy not to mention her numb toes making her feel very uncomfy. Her eyes dropping from being too sleepy and lazy.

She's about to catch a cold.

Tiredly she drags her feet upto their flat and doesn't even pet their kitten strawberry on the way to their bedroom and when reaches it flops over blankets snuggling into them -- without even changing into comfy clothes.

Sirens everywhere as she wakes up with a groan holding her forehead to subside the pound in it and it's feeling like blazing alarms are going off in her head making her want to puke.

It's dark outside. She's been napping for hours. She manages to sit on the edge of bed deciding whether she should stand up to go to washroom or not for that all she could see is floating wooden floor.

Weakly she trudges towards the kitchen filling a glass of water and pulls out a thermometer from one of the drawers -- she was too occupied in waiting for it to beep then checking her fever that she didn't hear Harry announcing; he's home.

She gasps quickly shoving it under her bum, "Don't you hide that thermometer from me!" He squalls rushing towards her in two big strides of his daddy long legs and her eyes widen comically.

"I was just checking and I don't have any kind of fever!" She squeals not letting him get hold of the thermometer and he glares down at her sternly, "You're burning up, baby." He hisses, the back of his hand pressed to her forehead.

She stands up and does a twirl for him shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "See 'm fine —- " Only to pass out but Harry was quick to take her fall in his arms gracefully squinting his eyes down at her.

"Yeah . . . could see how fine you're." She gives in atlast. Knowing he's going in a severe mommy mode.

"Put your arms around me — Or just fall on me, yeah that works too." She nods and let him slip his socks clad feetsie under her soles to walk them to their bedroom, he sits her down and she wails when he opens their wardrobe to get her something comfy.

"Nooo." She bunches up into a ball as he fists her vest top to pull it over her head, "it's freezing -- 'm feeling so cold." He frowns because he's sweating his ass off from the heat.

He sweeps her hair away from her eyes rubbing a hand down her back continuously, "It'd be a sec, pet. Then I'll warm these blankets in the drier 'n make ye' some soup, so you'd be all cosy 'n snuggly … hmm?" She's very unconvincing when sick. Wants him and just him by her side.

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sniffs, raising her armpits in air for him and shivers terribly when he undressed her completely, "Oh me poor baby." He leans in to kiss the corner of her lips but she pushes him away grumpy-ly.

"You're g'na get sick too, dummy." He pouts childishly helping her to put her legs in her fuzzy pyjamas, plants tender kisses to her ankles once covering her feet in aloe-fused socksies.

When she stands up on wobbly legs with the support of his folded thigh he almost jumps asking worriedly.

"Where are ye' goin', missy!??"

"To washroom." Her voice barely audible her throat achy and scratchy, "'M comin' with you." He tells her demandingly and she groans knuckling at her eyes.

"No."

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that." He leaves her wrist and she gasps tripping forward from weakness -- catching the nearest furniture before the damage.

"Moppet, stop being so stubborn and lemme take care of you … look at you, an absolute horror –-- never been this frail." He's just so caring it makes her want to cry and have a full on water-works party. He pushes her from waist to himself pecking her sweet smelling hair and takes her to washroom.

After that he tucks her beneath two fluffy blankets and leaves her to make some soup for her and bring her medicine, "Harry!" She yowls pinching the blankets closer around her round small head and feels bad when he rushes inside in a frenzy with an utterly concerned face, serving spoon in his hand and dish rag on his shoulder.

"What happened baby? D'ya wanna throw up? Or are you feelin' freezy, should I blow up heat?" He asks in one breath and she blushes murmuring timidly, glossy eyes still very sleepy and exhausted.

She sneezes loudly, "I just –- achoo!! –- " Another sneeze and she messes her words horribly, " –- you — " Drool on the corner of her mouth.

"You achoo me?" He giggles softly fetching some tissues for her and wipes her nose with them as she struggles to clean it herself.

"'M sorry, please come back." She sighs holding in an another sneeze to avoid wetting him with her yucky stuff.

He strokes her head for a generous moment, "It's almost cooked –- oh fuck is it burning?" He sniffs the air then looks down at her with full on saucer eyes and slaps his forehead when she raises her shoulders, "Maybe?" Thankfully not all of it got ruined and his grin was obnoxious while bringing it inside. Trying to shoo away strawberry who's pawing at the frizzes of his socks.

She smiles up at him with hooded eyes when he hovers the spoon infront of her waiting to feed her as if she's some sort of lil baby and when she tells him it's hot he blows at it and when she still tries to make excuses he stares at her strictly, "Baby." He warns her and she obliges quickly grabbing his wrist delicately to eat and his heart jumps consciously at the fact she's still burning awfully.

"Did you even put salt in it? It tastes like nothing."

"Please stop wasting of what's left of ye voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste." He huffs and she giggles only to drive into fits of loud coughs. He rubs her back gently and puts the tray aside when she feels like throwing up from the effect of coughs and moves the bin where she's bended over the edge of bed and his legs.

"It's okay, hmm just let it out." He caresses her back and holds her hair away from her face -- though nothing comes out since she hasn't eaten anything from morning.

"I hate this." There comes the first sniffle and he instantly cradles her face in his soft hands, "I know dovie' you're feeling very icky right now but it'll be better in the morning, I promise." She shakes her head coughing into her elbow.

"I don't want to eat anymore." Her voice groggy and hoarse, he lifts her gaze up towards him scolding her with a stern frown.

"Hey, now none of that -- you're not allowed to sleep until your belly isn't full." She groans nodding at last and he kisses her shoulder as a little reward. She isn't very bratty. Infact she's Harry's polite girl. Though, When she's he makes sure to tug her back on line but at the moment he understands that how much she's suffering.

How much she needs him to take care of her.

Taking care of her medicines and her cough syrup he turns on the lamp laying back into heap of pillows against the headboard and spreads his knees to bunch her petite weak body against his chest and closes them when she's properly snuggled on top of him, it's one of her favourite positions to sleep in when she's sick --- clinged and cuddled to him.

Like babies on their mommy's chest with their bums sticked out.

He tightens his arms around her hiding his face into the crook of her neck and smooches tiny kisses to her sweet spot, "You're so cute baby makes me heart-ache."

His tranquil heartbeat never fails to lull her to sleep and his hands loving on her sides always makes her feel very warm, "You shouldn't have come to beach -- moppet. Knows your immune against cold is terrible." He whispers cheek squished over her head and she murmures sleepyly —- hands bundled up between her and his front, "Just wanted to make you feel ….. loved." Her words jumblish but full of affection and drool sticks to his sweatshirt when she mumbles against his chest.

Harry didn't sleep whole night making sure she's okay, making her sip her cough syrup in betweens and massaging her head but when his eyes barely dropped and the clock hit 4 in the morning whimpers and wails started slipping out of her lips as if she's in very much pain. Which infact she's. Her body shivers vigorously in his arms and even though she's sweating her fever didn't lower down a bit.

He has never seen her in such a bad condition.

He perches on his elbow immediately cupping her hot rosy cheek and gives it few pats crying out worriedly, "Hey baby -- wake up." When she doesn't listen his lungs felt suffocating themselves bile forming in his throat. He throws the blanket away sitting up fully and rests her head in the nook of his elbow.

"Y/N!?" He tries not to panic when she gives him no-response and before his anxiety driven self could duck down to press his ear to her heart her eyelids fluttered barely -- blue chapped lips moving slowly.

"'M okay, bub. Don't worry ….. "

"Bullocks. You're not okay! You can't stop shivering!! Looks almost dead." He growls angry at her and himself for not taking her to clinic soon, "You're so fucking stubborn, pet." He mutters rageously laying her gently down on the mattress and climbs down the bed to bring their coats. Almost stomping his way all around the bedroom to collect stuff.

This time doesn't ask her if she could walk or not and glides his arms underneath her shoulders and knees to haul her firmly against his chest -- blanket still wrapped around her shivering body.

"Shh, shh my baby. You're g'na be okay, 'm so sorry you're in so much pain." He tries to soothe her while walking down stairs of the building.

Turns out she caught pneumonia. They had to stay two hours at the clinic for her drip and some injections for which he had to hold her down from wiggling and squirming her way out.

Made her rest till the fever was gone temporarily then drives them back home when assured that her condition isn't worsening and right now when she's cuddled up into his side with strawberry sleeping on his thighs he nudges her lightly.

"Dovie' I love you so much but that doesn't mean you can scare the shit outta me like that." She just mewls sinking deeper into his side.

"No more set visits fo' you." He tells her seriously and she perks her head up coughing mildly and he raises his forefinger in a demand for her to stay quite, that there's nothing to argue, "You could watch me for once 'n all at the big screen."

"Harry……" She whines tugging the hem of his sweatshirt.

"No, Harry." He pets her head down back on the pillow.

Without saying anything she distance herself from him like a grumpy shrimp and fusses under her breath. He supresses his amused chuckles noting the silliness of this girl and drags her back by her ankle towards him.

"Come back here, you little betrayer." He gasps dramatically and squishes her in his embrace till she gives up and herself nuzzles up into his homely scented neck.

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startanewdream · 3 years

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James and/or Sirius laughing at Harry for growing (or trying to) grow a beard 🧔

That’s it

That’s my comment

Ahhh, it's midnight for me I work early tomorrow but I just *had* to write something along these lines!

Set during winter break at Year 6 (or my fave pining Harry time). Warning for some slang and also that I edited on the phone

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“Fuck. No, no, it can’t be… fuck!”

The first slang would have made Sirius stop on his way down the hall, but the tone of desolation that follows it, added by the most hopelessness he has ever heard in Harry's voice, makes him open the door to his godson’s bedroom without waiting for an answer.

(Always risky when it comes to teenagers, but it seems to be an emergency)

The first thing he notices is the rotten smell, then the smoke coming out of a cauldron with the fire beneath still lit; sparkles are coming out of Harry’s wand, which he holds high (underage magic? That he won’t tell), but then Sirius’ gaze falls on Harry’s face and he ignores anything else.

Because on Harry’s face there is something so horrendous that Sirius won’t dare to call it a beard. It’s hair.

Harry’s chin spots the same hair as in his head. It’s a dark messy beard that makes him look as if his hair grew all around his mouth.

“What the hell?”

“Don’t laugh!” Harry tells him immediately, a little bit threatening, but Sirius is truly too shocked to even break a smile. This thing is too ghastly for even him to crack a joke about it. “I… I messed up, okay?”

“Kid, that’s an overstatement,” Sirius says, getting closer to his godson slowly. He touches his beard. “How did you get hair on your chin? That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Ugh.” Harry throws a guilty look to the cauldron on the floor. “It’s Grandpa Monty’s fault.”

“Unless his ghost came back to screw your face, it seems as if you did this to yourself, kid.”

“No, I… Look!” He picks a scroll, waving it in front of Sirius’ nose. “I found his old notes in the attic. Five-Second Eazybeard! I swear I brewed the potion exactly as he wrote.”

Sirius eyes the smelly potion.

“Are you sure it was your granddad’s notes? This doesn’t seem like Monty's style at all.”

“Well… I thought so. He was the potioneer in the family, right? And he invented Sleekeazy!”

“And then he didn’t launch anything else,” Sirius reminds him, looking at the potion instructions.

“Because he was rich enough and didn’t need more money?”

Sirius laughs. “Nah, Monty was curious enough to keep inventing. This was probably an attempt that didn’t work.” Sirius shakes his head, smirking. “Look, I am not trying to pull a Lily here, but trying untested potions? That’s a bad idea, Harry.”

"I haven't had problems so far," Harry mumbles to himself. As Sirius is about to ask him what he means by that, Harry grabs his hand suddenly. "I learned the lesson, ok? Now you gotta help me!"

Sirius lifts an eyebrow. "The only thing that would help you is a scissor."

"I've tried! The bathroom is full of this thing, but it just grew back! I've tried to cut it magically, and it's all the same. You are the adult here, do something!"

"What do you want me to do? I can't do an antidote just looking at the ingredient list! You need Lily, just call her—"

"I…" the part of Harry's face that is not covered by hair flushes. "I can't. She is at the Burrow now, helping Mrs Weasley with the New Year's party."

"Then let's go, I am sure it will be easy for her—"

"No!" Harry looks in panic now, his eyes widened. "She cannot know what… what happened."

"Lily will know as soon as—"

"Not… not Mum, it's… look, that's fine. Mum will be back tomorrow, I will just spend the New Year hiding in my room pretending I don't exist."

"Harry… there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You know, growing hair body is perfectly normal at your age—"

"Ugh, stop teasing me."

"I wish I could, but you look truly horrible." Sirius winks at him, sitting on Harry's bed. "What prompted you to do this?"

Harry's flush intensifies.

"I was trying to grow a beard."

"Oh, really?"

"It's… it's stupid, okay? But Ginny was… I mean, I heard some girls saying that they enjoyed guys with a beard and I can only grow that stupid stubble and—argh—I just thought I could give it a try but now I have hair growing all around my head and—"

"You are babbling, kid, I got it."

"No, you don't." Harry runs his hand through his hair, looking very much like James when he is most nervous. "You get to grow a beard when you want it. You get this whole shining hair. You get women to sigh for you and I… I am just this stupid teenager who can't even have a full beard."

Sirius blinks. "You are worrying way too much, Harry. And, well, if you want to be assured, you are nice—girls have taken a fancy to you, haven't they?"

"That's just the Chosen One thing, it's not really… me."

Sirius fights back a smile. Harry seems really desolate.

"Look, you've grown well. You are still growing. I am sure people notice you. You have your mother's gorgeous eyes and you do look like James—if there is any comfort in this, I remind you that James got Lily to feel attracted to him, so you can't be that bad." Harry frowns, and Sirius isn't sure if it's because he doesn't want to think of their parents being attracted to each other or if because he doesn't trust Lily's opinion on this matter. "I am sure Ginny thinks you are attractive, beard or no beard."

Harry jumps.

"Who said anything—"

"Oh, are we still pretending you don't fancy her?"

Harry looks away. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Yeah, sure. So you don't mind going to the Burrow now and showing up like this?"

"Of course I do! I mean… Ron would tease me."

"Ron."

"And the twins. I mean, look at this!"

"Yeah, I would be upset if they didn't. So many joke opportunities. You are hairy, Harry."

Harry puts his hands in front of his face. Sirius refrains from telling him this doesn't hide his beard at all.

"So… what do I do now?"

"We truly need Lily's help on this… we need to go to the Burrow."

"I can't—"

"Don't worry." Sirius breathes heavily. "Your godfather won't leave you alone on this."

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"It was an accident, Lily," Sirius tells her, his hand playing with the hair over his chin. His new grown hair beard reaches his chest and Sirius is almost finishing a braid by now. "I was trying some old potion, and then Harry was close and it just splashed in both of us."

Lily lifts her eyebrows, her eyes moving from Sirius to Harry and then back.

"An accident?" she repeats, incredulous.

"I am so sorry," he says, the portrait of innocence. "Could you help us with an antidote? And before you say anything, I know I shouldn't have tested an unknown potion. But do this for Harry, not for me. Poor kid doesn't deserve to spend the night hiding. It's a New Year's party after all!"

Lily shakes her head, amused.

"Fine, because you asked so eloquently. I will grab my potion kit, a hair inhibitor should be enough."

"You truly are the best, Lily," Sirius tells her, beaming.

Harry waits until his mother is out of the room to let out a relieved breath.

"Thanks so much, Sirius," he says.

Sirius nods, still messing with the hair on his chin. It's so weird and it looks as ghastly in him as it does on Harry.

He doesn't regret applying that potion to his face. His sacrifice worked just as he planned to: with two people having hair growing out of their chins, the attention was divided and with Sirius taking the blame, people felt sorry enough for Harry to not mock him much.

"Hey," they turn around to see Ginny coming closer, holding a tray with some sandwiches for them. "Mum thought you would be hungry while hiding here."

"Thanks," Sirius says, because Harry seems too busy pretending to look outside the window, anything so he can try to avoid Ginny looking at his beard.

Ginny nods at Sirius, but she approaches Harry anyway.

"Your mum is already working on the antidote, don't worry," she tells him gently. "Look, it's not as bad as that time Percy tried to grow a moustache, remember?"

Harry chuckles. "You are so lying."

"I would never," she assures him, voice light. "Look at me."

Harry turns to her almost as if he can't control it. His eyes soften as he gazes upon her, and Sirius is suddenly reminded of how Lily always looks when she sees James.

Ginny raises her hand slowly, giving Harry plenty of time to back away, but he just stays quiet as she touches his beard, her fingers running through it. Sirius suspects Harry isn't even breathing anymore.

"It's soft," she tells Harry and for a moment they just stare at each other. Sirius decides that he is really witnessing a moment that he doesn't want to, but his attempt to quietly leave the room only alerts them to his presence. Ginny's hand falls back as if she got electrocuted. "Anyway, you look better without it."

Harry grimaces. "I guess that stupid stubble is better than this."

"Stupid stubble?" Ginny blinks, evidently surprised. "It's not stupid, I… I mean, girls love it on you."

"They do?"

"Yeah, well, just thinking about your stubble brushing my skin—I mean, their skin, as in other girls' shoulders, or holding your face while… never mind, I just… I just heard it, that's all. You are drawing a lot of attention."

"I know, all this Chosen One stupid thing—"

"It's not it... you are really oblivious to your charm, Harry."

"You think I am charming?" Harry asks, longing evident in his voice now.

"I…" Ginny hesitates, turning away as if she doesn't want to answer this while looking at Harry, and her eyes meet Sirius. He smirks at her, knowing perfectly well her answer. Ginny's face reddens even as her jaw sets in a protective instance. "Yeah, with the stubble. Everyone knows it. It's common knowledge. I… I have to go, I think I heard Mum calling me."

Sirius could point out that Molly didn't call her at all, but he opts for just letting Ginny go, his smirk more than enough to let her know she didn't fool him.

At the other corner of the room, Harry's face is spotting a huge grin, watching the door with a dreamy expression.

"She likes my stubble!" He declares happily. "Oh, I need to take off this stupid long beard now."

Sirius shakes his head at Harry, amused. At least Harry won't ever complain about his inability to grow a beard again.

#Eyes glistening #Jily lives AU #Sirius being a good godfather #Harry having teenage issues #i will edit it better in the morning

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The four times the Pogues tried to pair you up with JJ + the time they realized you were already dating | JJ MAYBANK

Request: Hi! I love the whole 5+1 trope so I wanted to request one with “Five times the Pogues tried to pair the y/n with JJ and the one time they realized the pair was already dating.”❤️❤️

I LOVED this idea. I changed it to 4+1.

Warnings: FLUFF. Swearing (always), mentions of sex. The end might be not as good as the rest, wrote it when I was feeling a little down but I promised to upload today. Enjoy it.

Word Count: 2030

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"Please," You begged, hands squeezing the muscular arm of the boy that was sitting next to you. "Just a little sip, JJ." You pouted. The envy spread through your body as you glimpsed at his pink milkshake, deliciously going up the straw until it reached his lips. You swallowed, mouth-watering. "Please, I'm going to die, JJ."

The blond boy rolled his eyes, reminding you that you didn't want to order anything. He continued happily sipping his milkshake, eyes fluttering close. Those milkshakes should be a sin. They tasted so good, and their coldness could fight against the heat of the summer of the Outer Banks. "Stop looking at me." He groaned. "I'm trying to have a moment with my baby." Of course, he was talking about his so-loved milkshake. His words made the other pogues chuckle while they continued to eat their food.

"JJ," You whimpered. His head snapped towards you, giving you attention for the first time since the waitress delivered the milkshake. "Just a tiny sip."

Nobody could ignore your puppy eyes. Therefore, JJ groaned, moving his glass so you could get a sip. You decided to take your time, admiring the metal straw, which was a project that Kiara decided to start in the Outer Banks. JJ nudged you, impatient to put his lips back on the straw. Finally, you savoured the milkshake, understanding JJ's heart eyes towards it. However, you couldn't stop taking sips, which made him groan while trying to take the straw from between your lips, putting his mouth closer to the metal straw AND your mouth.

The others watched the both of you with silly smiles on their faces. Sarah coughed. "So Y/N," You stopped playfully fighting with the boy sitting next to you to peer at your friend. "Have you thought about what I told you?" A couple of days ago, she started talking about the most handsome boys in OBX, and you weren't interested. Most of them were proud Kooks who would look at you as an inferior individual for not having as much money as them. "I mean," She fakely laughed. "If by the age of 25 you both are single you should date." She was straightforward, making JJ glance at her. She was hoping that both of you would end up being a couple because she had never seen two people having such a strong connection.

What Sarah Cameron and the others didn't know it's that under the table, JJ's right hand rested firmly on your thigh. Fingers caressing the inside, making you shiver.

The day had been awful. You liked your job because it provided you with much necessary money. But you didn't like how some costumers treated you.

Working at The Wreck was amazing, Kiara was there to help you with anything, and you loved her dad. However, when Kooks decided to come inside and order something, there would be nasty comments thrown at you.

Teenager boys labelled your body and beauty as if you were an object, which made you uncomfortable, and as much as you tried to keep calm, you couldn't promise not killing someone. Teenager girls judged your clothes, friends and of course, money. It was awful.

However, today was even more dreadful. Rafe Cameron and his friends had decided to step on The Wreck, which was unusual and meant they were seeking for trouble. As soon as your work clothes ended up being stained by someone's food, you knew the day would be worst as hours went by.

The Cameron boy concluded that it would be a great show if he stretched his leg, making you trip, falling face down on the tray full of food that you were carrying to table number 5. You wanted to cry.

In the other part of the Outer Banks, John B removed dirty clothes from his floor. "I'm so glad you are finally cleaning your room." Sarah leaned on the door, admiring her boyfriend. "It's a fucking mess in here."

"I'm not cleaning," He groaned. "I can't find the keys to the van." He found some dirty underwear, throwing it to the corner of the room.

"JJ took them," She jumped over the filthy clothes laying on the floor. "Don't you remember? Today it's Wednesday. Y/N works until late."

"Oh, true." Every Wednesday and Friday you stayed at work until late. Since you started, the blond boy had decided that he would drive you back home every night, not wanting you to walk on your own. Everyone was surprised by JJ's commitment to driving you every night you worked late. "We need to get them together. They are perfect. They care for each other so much."

"They truly look amazing together. Couple goals." She grinned when John B replied that they were also couple goals.

What John B and the other didn't know it's that as soon as you were inside the car, JJ hugged you tightly, your head resting on his chest while his lips hovered over your forehead. He offered words of comfort, fists clenched thinking of what Rafe had done.

Pope Heyward was sitting on his surfboard, enjoying the smooth flow of the waves, rocking him gently. He examined two of his friends while they were playfully fighting with the water.

You had decided to push JJ out of his board. As soon as he came from under the water, he told John B to take care of his surfboard as he had to drown you for doing that to him. You shrieked, trying to hide behind the girls, but the water slowed you down, and the blond boy was more agile. Everyone paid close attention, goofy smiles decorating their faces as they saw both of you trying to immerse each other.

"Oh my gosh," You turned around, glancing up at JJ. He had the biggest smirk on his face. Your hands were covering your chest, trying to process what he had just done. "Did you just take my top off?" He continued smirking, his right hand coming out of the water, showing the top part of your bikini. "JJ, I'm going to kill you!" You tried to grab the piece of clothing from his hand, your other hand covering your chest. However, he was taller than you, making it impossible.

Pope started making a gesture, telling the others to get out of the water so JJ and you could be on your own. John B was the one who tried to convince you to kick JJ out of his board, knowing that he would try to get revenge, which meant getting real close to you. It was their plan all along. And the next step to their plan was to leave you two alone inside the sea, hoping you guys would end up talking about your relationship.

What Pope Heyward and the others didn't know it's that that wasn't the first time JJ's fingers caressed your back until they arrived at their destination. Not the first time his hands explored every curve of your body. Furthermore, not the first time his fingers easily unclasped your bikini or bra.

Kiara thought that it was the perfect night for something to happen between both of you. You all were friends and cared about each other, but JJ was quite protective when it came to you.

The weight of the heavy rain provoked a powerful noise inside the Chateau, and the thunders seemed to get louder and louder. It was movie night, something you guys did every Saturday. Normally, you would cuddle with the girls while watching the chosen film, but not tonight.

When you came out of the bathroom, you were surprised to see that Kiara was cuddling Pope tightly. Next to them, Sarah rested on John B's chest. Your gaze examined both couples, confused. You always cuddled with the girls, especially in nights like these. You were terrified of loud noises, which affected your anxiety negatively.

The strident sound of thunder made you jump, not thinking twice before running towards JJ, who had an entire couch for himself. "What?" He asked when he saw you looking down at him with big eyes. Then, he noticed the position his friends were in and the fact that there was a huge thunderstorm outside. However, JJ didn't move, placing one of his arms under his head, inviting you to lay down on top of him. That wasn't something new neither, JJ and you cuddled all the time, which was another reason for why the pogues wanted to set you up.

To be honest, none of them paid attention to the film playing in the background. You were soundly asleep on JJ's chest, his right arm under his head while his left arm was secured around your waist. Fingers discretely caressing the patch of skin that was revealed.

What Kiara Carrera and the others didn't know it's that you were each other's safe place. There were night visits at each other houses, silently and lovingly holding each other at night, sometimes not so quietly.

You guys had planned to go to a formal party. At first, the boys didn't want to go, not being comfortable spending time around some stuck up Kooks. But Sarah and Kie had begged the boys, letting them know that their parents were making them go, and they didn't want to go on their own.

The surprise came when everyone was ready to go to the party, fancy dresses and suits. However, there was no sight of JJ. They found him on a hammock he had decided to set, being supported by two big trees. "JJ, dude," John B was the first one to talk, getting closer to his friend. Sarah couldn't hear the conversation as she had to move far from them, her phone ringing. "How aren't you ready for the party yet?"

"I'm not going." His eyes were closed, blond hair being moved by the gentle breeze of the night. "I don't like those Kooks." He gazed at Kie, reassuring her that he wasn't talking about her or Sarah. "I'm going to stay here. Have fun."

"But what about Y/N?" Pope asked, peering at the clock on his wrist. "Are you going to leave her at the party on her own?"

"No," Sarah interrupted, getting back to her friends. "It was Y/N," She showed her phone, being clutched with her fingers as her dress didn't have pockets, ugh. "She spent all morning puking. She isn't coming."

"Then no problem." JJ sighed happily, excited to enjoy a serene night under the moonlight while the breeze caressed his hair and body, stimulating goosebumps on his skin.

"Okay then," Kiara grabbed Pope's hand, interlocking her fingers with his. "There are burgers in the fridge. Let's go, we are going to be late."

Around one in the morning, they arrived at The Chateau, tiring faces and numb feet. The girls and Pope decided to spend the night there, not wanting to walk to their houses or moving at all.

JJ's bedroom was empty, which worried them as it was quite cold outside. "He probably fell asleep on the hammock. We should tell him to come inside." John B offered to go. Moreover, a couple of seconds have gone by when he came back, a big smile on his face. "They are keeping each other warm."

Everyone was confused, running outside to see what was going on, even though John B begged them to be quiet and give them privacy. They looked completely stupid hiding behind some trees, seeing you on top of JJ. Your hands were grabbing his face, kissing him passionately. Maybank's hands were on your waist, going dangerously down, wanting to feel you closer to him.

"You guys going to watch until then end?" They were shocked and embarrassed after being caught by JJ. "We can put a show for you." You giggled, letting your head fall on top of his chest. "Not the first time we do this," He winked. "We have experience."

"What the heck?!" Kiara stepped forward, grabbing her dress so she wouldn't stop on it. "How long has this been going for?"

"Around a year and a half."

"What?!"

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fangirlfics · 3 years

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Trouble Sleeping (Loki x reader)

I swear if this deletes for a third time Im gonna cry

KINDA A SLOW BURN BOIS

also I didn’t finish reading it over for mistakes bc I’m lazy

summary: y/n and Loki used to be very close friends and sometimes when she had bad nightmares he’d use his magic to calm her mind, a few years have passed and they’ve grown apart. Her nightmares come back and hesitantly she seeks Loki’s help again

word count: 3,592 wahahahaha

y/n leaned over one of the balconies that overlooked the kingdom’s private garden. The weather was perfect, the temperature ideal, sky blue, and the plants were all thriving feet below her. Despite the scenery however y/n’s attention was fixated elsewhere.

Down in the depths of the garden, propped up on one of the fancy golden benches was the youngest Asgardian prince-Loki. His dark raven hair was combed back as he turned to the next page in his novel, the cover matching the shade of green displayed on his clothes. y/n couldn’t help but sigh as she watched the handsome prince, they had once had an unbreakable bond. It was always Loki and y/n-best friends, one wouldn’t be seen without the other. But somewhere among their late teenage years, Loki had become more cold and distant towards y/n-leaving her alone in the giant halls of the castle to wander alone. That’s when her and Thor’s relationship grew stronger-she had always been friends with the God of Thunder but after her and Loki’s relationship crumbled to pieces he was there to cheer her up.

“Oh there you are!” Thor’s voice boomed-pulling y/n from her daydream. y/n glanced once more at Loki before turning her attention to her tall friend. “I was looking for you!” He beamed.

“What can I do for you, your highness?” y/n asked with a playful voice.

Thor smiled, putting his hands together before continuing, “I was hoping that you would join me and-” his words faded as he glanced down to the gardens and caught sight of Loki. y/n’s attention soon turned to the railing in front of her as she traced her fingers along it’s smooth surface. “You still watch him.” Thor told her, his normally enthusiastic voice was now dry and serious. “How long have you been thinking of him?”

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, playing with her fingers. “I never stopped.” She confessed, “I know it’s foolish but I can’t help it, I..miss him more than I can even begin to explain.”

Thor was silent as he watched the girl glance back down at the gardens then to the sky. “Let’s go...horseback riding.” He suggested, getting y/n attention. “To lift your spirits, we can go with Sif a-”

“No.“ y/n blurted out, “nobody else-I don’t want to embarrass myself again by falling off my horse.“

Thor chuckled, “nobody is going to think low of you-” he looked at y/n once more sensing her silent plea ”very well then, just us.” He agreed, making her smile.

“Thank you.” She laughed, giving him a hug. It caught Thor by surprise but he then loosely wrapped his arms around y/n in return. “Thank you for everything,” y/n whispered, “really, I don’t know what’d I’d do without you. I’m blessed to have a friend like you.”

“Of course.”

Neither of the two friends noticed that down in the gardens Loki clenched his jaw, snapping his book shut and silently retreated to his room-they also didn’t notice the pair of blue eyes staring through the window at them, when they returned laughing on horseback.

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There was fire everywhere, thick black smoke made it impossible for her to breath. She was choking-desperate for air. She fell to the ground as the fire closed in quickly-it’s heat trapping her in the room. There was no hope, no help was coming and it was impossible to escape, with a loud crack the ceiling caved in leaving her trapped screaming out as the furious flames burned her alive.

y/n woke up with a start, beads of sweat lined her forehead although her room was cool and she found that her hands were shaking. Realizing it was just a dream she lied back down, covering her face with her hands as she tried desperately to fall back asleep. She got no more sleep that night.

The same thing happened again in the coming days and three days later while in training, y/n who was running on less than four hours of sleep was doing rather well. In one quick movement she jumped up-kicking the sword right out of Fandral’s grip.

“Very good!” Volstagg commented from across the room.

“Yes.” Fandral agreed, “show me that move and I’ll show you some of mine.” He winked.

“Just give me a time and place.” y/n responded playfully, earning a laugh.

“Impressive.” Fandral commented at her response. (she normally responded to his joke flirting with an eye roll)

“Yes impressive.” Loki commented from behind Fandral. “That y/n can apparently chase after two men at once.” He said this while staring casually at Thor. Sif went stiff inder the tension and Thor opened his mouth but y/n spoke first.

“I’m sorry?”

“Well by the looks of it, you can’t seem to decide between Thor and-”

“Brother that’s enough.” Thor warned, taking a step forward.

“I’m just putting out a warning, you do know what they say about these sort of things.” Loki remarked, not meeting her eyes.

“You know full well that I am not chasing after anyone.” y/n said, growing aggravated.

“It sure seems that way.”He then opened the door to the room and left.

“You know what?” y/n responded, dropping her sword to the ground with a loud clang “I am tired of this.”

“y/n I think it best if you ignore him.” Sif spoke up, “nobody is accusing you of anything, we all know you aren’t that sort of person-”

“Thank you Sif, but I am not taking this.“ y/n exited the room in pursuit of Loki, who was a few paces ahead of her walking calmly.

“I don’t like being followed.“ He simply called out to her, because his room was only about a minute walk away from the training room he reached it fairly quickly.

“What is your problem?“ y/n asked him, putting her foot in between the door and it’s frame as Loki was about to shut it.

“I don’t have a problem, now if you’d excuse me I’d like you to leave me alone.“

“Then leave me alone.” She huffed, “hold your silvertongue and stop acting as if you’re above me because you’re not.”

“Is that all?“ He asked her calmly, “you’re done with your childish tantrum?”

“Oh you are so-“ y/n narrowed her eyes.

“So what?“ Loki asked with an eye roll.

“Terrible.“ y/n blurted, earning a cold laugh from the God of Mischief.

“So I’ve been told.“ He stated bored.

“No, I mean you’re really terrible and for so many reasons.”

“Such as?“

“You want a list?“ y/n asked with a bitter laugh, “ok well you think you’re better than everyone and you’re not, you poke fun at other people because it’s amusing to you and-and everyone-I mean everyone thinks that you’re a snake, ever since we were younger, and I can’t believe I’m just now realizing that..they’re probably right.“ He swallowed hard furrowing his eyebrows, “you used to be my best friend Loki, I’d defend you from people’s accusations when you weren’t around and..I wasted my time because you are everything people say you are and worst.“ She saw the look in his eye, she hurt him-good now he understood how it felt.

Loki glanced away-looking down at the girl again. “Is that all?” He asked, trying desperately to remain collected. y/n scoffed. “You may think you know me but I know you much more, don’t forget, I’ve been inside your head. People may think I’m a bad person but I can live with that, you on the other hand can’t stand the fact that someone might not like you, so much so that you’ll break down about it. You’re a weak fighter, you’re not as clever or as witty as you seem to think, and frankly I don’t understand the fascination Thor seems to have with you, you’re nothing special.”

y/n pulled her foot from the doorway. What happened to us? She was about to cry and she did not want him seeing that. “Is that all?” She asked, reciting his previous question.

“Yes.“ He spat coldly.

“Good.“ She turned to walk away as Loki stayed in his place trying to keep the impression that he didn’t care.

Late at night y/n tossed and turned in her bed, trying to fall asleep after waking up from a particularly realistic dream-she had thought that by laying still she’d trick her body into falling asleep but that didn’t happen. She knew that she had been able to power through the last few days with almost no sleep-but she’d certainly crash if she didn’t get any sleep soon. The thought of making a visit to Loki for help came to her mind, but she really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she wanted/needed his help. Screw it. She thought after another couple of hours, her clock read 2:35 as she swung her legs over her bed and slipped on her slippers and robe.

The halls were dark and empty except for the occasional guards, which she was careful to avoid (she didn’t want to raise any suspicion). Thank God her room was only a three minute walk from Loki’s. It was once she was already in front of Loki’s door that she started getting second thoughts, but she was there already and the worst that could happen was getting the door slammed in her face or no answer. She raised her cold knuckle, letting it hover over the door’s fine wood before knocking. “It’s y/n..” She announced barely above a whisper, “trust me I really don’t want to ask for your help but I see no other option an-”

The door opened a small crack. “you do realize what time it is, right?” Loki’s annoyed voice asked-he didn’t sound like he had just woken up, maybe he was having trouble sleeping also.

“I know.” At her response Loki opened the door wider, revealing himself in a pair of emerald colored pajamas. “Look I know-” at the sound of approaching footsteps (guards) Loki stepped aside, giving her a cue to get in. She did, turning to face him one he closed the door again-his back facing the door he put his hands on his hips.

“What do you want?”

“I can’t sleep.” She said sheepishly, “I just-I’m getting the same nightmares again and I thought that maybe just this once you could, you know..” She put hands up, wiggling her fingers to imitate magic.

Loki rolled his eyes, “first off that’s not at all how magic looks, second why should I help you?”

“Just this once!“ y/n practically begged, “please. I’ve have not been sleeping at all I just need one hour. I won’t make you sleep on my couch like I did when we were younger, you can just...alter my thoughts or something and I’ll leave and-”

“Fine.“ Loki agreed, grumpily. He walked back over to his bed, getting in between the covers on the left side. “Well?“ He asked when she stared blankly at him. He rolled his eyes again, “Obviously if you go back to your room I won’t be able to sense when I have to alter your thoughts and you’ll just come back to make a racket when you have another nightmare.“ y/n nodded slowly, making her way to the right side of the bed. “Besides it’s a big bed, just stay on that side-away from me.” She laid down, hesitant at first as she tightened her robe around herself. Loki leaned over, placing a finger and thumb over her temples to enter her mind.

When she woke up she was in the same exact position that she was in when she went to bed and Loki was standing directly above her looking annoyed once again. It was still dark outside as he looked down at her from where he stood. “It’s about time, I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last two minutes.”

“What time is it?“

“6:05..the castles about to start waking up, you should leave before more people get uo to avoid being seen.“ y/n nodded in agreement.

“Ok“ she walked to his door, turning to watch as he laid back down in his bed. “And Loki..“

“What?“ He sighed.

“Thank you.“ She said softly, leaving the room right after. Loki was left surprised.

“Look I know I said just once-” y/n whispered that night outside of Loki’s door, it was past 2 a.m. again, but surprisingly Loki let her in again.

“The faster you stop pestering me, the better.“ Loki told her harshly. He had woken her up at 6 a.m. again like he had done the the last time. The time after that Loki woke her up at 7 and the time after that she had woken up past 8 to see Loki sitting in a chair some feet from her sharpening his knives-when she had asked him why he hadn’t woken her up he had simply reminded that he could just teleport her back to her room, that way nobody would know she had spent the night there.

Flash forward a month later, y/n tiptoed to Loki’s room in her nightgown again, the nights were getting hotter which had led to her to leave her robe behind. When she had reached Loki’s room she didn’t need to knock, since he now left it unlocked for her.

Once she laid down on the right side of the bed (more towards the middle now rather than all the way on the edge) Loki laid down about a foot from her. They didn’t go to bed right then however, since they had formed a habit of talking before falling asleep. “Have you been sleeping better?” Loki asked the girl beside him.

“yes.”

“Good...”

y/n rolled onto her side to face Loki, “Thank you again.” He nodded. “You know for someone who hates me, you’re actually quite kind to me.” The corner of Loki’s mouth folded up slightly,

“I don’t hate you...” He rolled over onto his side to face her, “but what I do hate-“ he then had explained the entire plot of a book just to express his hatred for one detail in it.

y/n woke up in the middle of the night with a start, her nightmares had came back. As it turned out Loki wasn’t in the room but when he got back with a glass of water he noticed she was off right away. “I’m sorry.” He quickly apologized, sitting beside her, “I was just-I didn’t think-”

“I know, it’s fine.“ y/n told him, but his hand was still on her shoulder and his blue eyes still held worry in them. “I’m just-I’m going back to bed...“ Loki nodded, watching as she laid down again.

“Are you sure you’re alright?“ She nodded.

As she began drifting off she felt Loki take her hand in his. Later on in the night y/n woke up randomly, but she wasn’t facing Loki anymore-instead she was facing his dim window, she felt warm but not from the covers and to her surprise she realized that the prince’s arm was around her waist, keeping her close. Their legs were tangled mess at the bottom of the bed and she could hear his slow breathing as he slept peacefully. She looked around slowly, trying to figure out a way to move away to avoid the embarrassment when he wakes up-but just as she began to shift around she heard him speak up. “What time is it?” up.

“Sorry...” She apologized growing red, “I don’t know how-“

“It’s fine.“ She heard Loki whisper.

“It is?“

“This is quite comfortable.“ He whispered again, then he moved slightly closer-resting his head on her shoulder and he fell asleep again-she assumed that he was half awake and didn’t fully process what had happened. She decided it didn’t matter and fell asleep again, after all he wasn’t wrong-it was comfortable.

There was a loud noise that woke y/n right up, making her jump. Now she realized that she was facing Loki again, her arms were wrapped around his neck like in a hug, his head was nuzzled in the crook of her neck-their legs still a tangled mess. Bang! Bang! There it was again, she lifted her head, looking towards the door as it came again-bang! Bang!

“Loki” She whispered, gently shaking his sleeping form. He ignored it, pulling her closer in response instead. “Loki, someone’s at the door.” She whispered, trying not to laugh. He sighed looking up towards his door.

“Just ignore it, they’ll go away it’s probably a servant or-”

“Loki!” Thor’s voice came from the other side of the door, “Loki, I know you’re in there! Open the door.” Loki rolled his eyes, standing up to make his way towards the door.

He opened the door a few inches, “what do you want?” He hissed.

“I-” Thor paused, “are wearing your nightwear?”

“Why is that of any importance-what do you want?”

“er, Loki is there someone in there with you?“ Thor asked.

y/n held her breath, afraid that somehow Thor would hear her from the doorway. “I-no!” Loki snapped, “What are you talking about?”

“Alright, alright I apologize. I’m here to ask if you have seen y/n? I’ve been searching for her, she’s normally turned up somewhere at this time it’s past 10.”

“No I don’t know where she is, I haven’t seen her. Check the garden, she’s most likely wandering around there.“ He shut the door, turning back to y/n.

“Past 10?“ y/n asked, covering her mouth, “I should’ve been awake two hours ago.” Loki shrugged. “Can you teleport me back to my room, I should go to the gardens since Thor’s looking for me.” Loki looked at the ground with an unfamiliar look in his eyes before nodding. “Thank you.”

The girl had spent more time with Thor training than she had expected that day, leading her to take an extra long shower at night to get clean. She hadn’t realized until she looked at her clock that it was past 10-normally she’d already be at Loki’s room by now. Quickly she dried her hair and changed into her nightwear.

She was about to leave and opened her door and unexpectedly Loki was there with his hand raised looking like he was about to knock. They stared at each other for a moment before she spoke up, “Loki? What are you doing here?”

He glanced to the side, not wanting to meet here eyes as she awaited his response, “I thought..” he said glancing at the ground before back to her, regaining his composure “that you-“

“Weren’t coming?“ She finished for him, he nodded.

“So I came to see if you were ok, I’ll leave.“

“Wait, no.“ She told him, grabbing his wrist and taking him by surprise, “I was just coming it was just taking me longer, but you can sleep here if you want since you’re already here...?” He nodded in agreement, stepping into her room.

He settled himself into the bed, opening his arms for her to crawl into which she quickly did. The two laid there for a moment, listening to the quietness as Loki slowly brushed through her hair with his fingers.

“remember the other day when I said that you were terrible?“ y/n suddenly asked, getting Loki’s attention. He stopped running his fingers through her hair.

“Yes, why do you ask?“ He responded cautiously.

“I was just mad at you. I’m sorry.“

He took a moment to think to himself, “I didn’t mean what I said either."

“Can I ask you something?” y/n asked after a while later.

“What?”

“Why did you push me away?” She asked, shifting herself to meet his eyes.

Loki sighed-only it wasn’t from being aggravated this time. He backed up a few inches from y/n-staring straight up at the ceiling. “It’s because..”

“Because what?”

“I had noticed that you and Thor were becoming closer and decided to..abandon you before you did me. I thought it’d hurt less that way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, everyone always seems to choose Thor over me, I just assumed you would, in time, do the same.“ He confessed, still not meeting her gaze.

“Loki...“ she set her hand on his shoulder waiting for him to look at her. “I would never abandon you for Thor, sure Thor is my friend but so is Fandral, so is Volstagg, so is Sif and I’m not abandoning anyone for them.“

He nodded.

“And tonight..“ y/n spoke up again, “when you thought I wasn’t coming-“

“I assumed you wouldn’t need me anymore, especially after you had spent so much time with Thor.“

“Loki!“

“What?“

“Don’t be like that!“ y/n told him, sitting up, “I do need you! I’ll always need you, I need you don’ t doubt that, and not just because of stupid nightmares, because I care for you and I love you, ok?”

Loki smiled to himself, “you love me?“

“Yes you stupid-“ she stopped talking because Loki had leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss, taking no time to hesitate she leaned into him further deepening the kiss. After about a minute they pulled apart-resting their foreheads together.

“I love you too.“

#loki #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki fanfic #marvel fanfic #reader insert #marvel reader insert

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itsallyscorner · 4 years

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Hey Ally idk if you are taking requests at the moment but if you are could you write something really fluffy with either Sebastian or Bucky! I am just not having a good time right now and would really appreciate anything you got! If you need a more specific idea i can come up with one just let me know and obviously no rush ♥️

Hiya hun! I hope this brightens your day/night and gets your spirits up💛 Sending all my love and good energy to you, happy reading!

💌.

Flowers and Nutella

Your body felt as if it were glued to the bed. The warm covers you’ve been wrapped in all night brought you comfort and served as a protection from the cold of the harsh world. Today had been one of those days. You know those days, the ones where you wake up and it seems like the world is out to ruin you. You didn’t want to get out of bed because it was like you were dreading of going through with the day.

The past week had been difficult. A failed mission; false leads that ended up being a mouse trap. You were put in charge of Peter, it had been one of the few Avengers mission he was allowed to come along on. You lot were supposed to collect data about an ex SHIELD agent selling alien weapons to different buyers, including Hydra members. The whole thing turned out to be a trapped, long story short, it ended up with Peter getting shot in the shoulder by one of the weapons. Thankfully, Banner and Dr.Cho knew how to patch it up so he was safe, back to the energetic bright eyed puppy he was.

The week had just been hard to get through completely. The affects of those events had finally taken its toll on you and decided to pile up on you during this gloomy morning. You didn’t plan on leaving your room. All you wanted was to watch things on Netflix, eat, and just stay in your safe haven. Your room.

You had been watching Gossip Girl once again when a knock was heard from your door. You didn’t feel like interacting with anyone so you didn’t answer it. A few minutes pass and the door slowly creeks.

Outside Bucky was dressed in gym shorts and a loose gray shirt. His hair was twisted up in a bun, something he had learned from you and grown to love. It was Saturday and the two of you usually had training sessions together in the morning. When you didn’t respond to your door he grew concerned. Usually you were up and going, bouncing on the balls of your feet as your pony tail swayed side to side.

His head peeks behind your door and the sight in front of him makes him furrow his brows. You were far from ready, barely even close. You were in bed, wrapped in your blankets, eyes heavy as you watched some show on your tv.

“(Y/n)? Doll?” He calls out to you, slowly entering your room. The atmosphere was heavy as he took in the darkness and chilling temperature in your room.

Your hair rustled against your pillow as you move your head to look at him. You squint at him as the light from the window poured into your room. Bucky had pulled open the curtains and turned up the thermostat in your room.

“Buck? Hey, what are you doing here?” You eye his attire and groan.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot we had training today.” You apologized squeezing your eyes shut. It was as if you couldn’t do anything right lately.

Bucky waved you off settling himself beside your legs on your bed. He nudges your thigh with his elbow, “No worries. But are you okay? You never forget our training days and you’re usually bouncing from wall to wall by now.” His soft voice fills your room flowing like honey. You feel a swell in your chest at how comforting his voice was.

“What’s going on, darling?” He looks at you, eyes full of concern as they plead you to tell him what’s wrong. You sigh and push your cheek against your pillow. One of your arms curling underneath the cushion while the other gripped to your blanket.

You shrug the shadow of a smile on your chapped lips, “I don’t know. Just don’t feel up for anything today. I just want to lay here and rest.”

Bucky sends you a comforting smile as his large hand comes to rub the small of your back, “It’s alright, sometimes we need breaks from the outside world.”

A small smile forms on your lips, though it didn’t bring that crinkle by your eyes, a sign that you were genuinely happy.

He looks around before his sparkling blue eyes come to land on you again. “D’ya need anything before I head to the gym?”

You hum shaking your head, “Nope, thank you though.”

Bucky nods and claps his hands against his thigh. Getting up and leans forwards to poke your nose, “Alright. Give me a call if you need anything, I’ll be here.” You let out a simple, “mmk” as he turns to leave your room.

The door shuts behind him as he presses his back onto it. Screw the gym, he thought to himself. You were clearly upset and there was a voice in his head telling him to go fix it. You probably didn’t want him prodding in on your rest day but he just wanted to see a smile on your face.

His long legs take him to the kitchen where Wanda, Nat, and Sam were. “Ladies.” He greets them, nodding his head. A silent look was sent to him by Nat, probably because she hadn’t had her coffee yet. Wanda sends him a smile as she uses her powers to cook multiple dishes for breakfast.

“Sam.” He greets his friend who responds to him with a grunt. Bucky shoves himself to a stool at the counter as he tries to come up of ways to cheer you up.

Wanda glances at him, “I don’t think she would enjoy a picnic outside, she likes to stay in her room when she wants a break.”

Bucky’s eyes move from the marbled counters to the back of Wanda’s auburn hair. “Well what do you think she would like right now? I walked in and and she just looked so out of it.”

Natasha sighed as he inhaled the rich smell of coffee, “Barnes just leave her alone, she’s had a rough week, let her get some rest.”

Bucky grumbled a frown on his face, “But she looked so sad, I can’t just leave her like that.”

The elevator dings as the doors slide open. All heads turn towards the hall as they see Peter come out from the elevator. His backpack was slung over his shoulder as greeted all of them with a boyish grin.

“Hey guys!” A round of “mornings” is heard amongst the group as Peter enters the kitchen. He looks over Wanda’s shoulder as his hand reaches under her arm to grab a piece of bacon.

The witch rolls her eyes as she swats his back, “You could’ve burned your fingers, Pete.” She scolded him motherly.

“I’m fine, what’s up guys?” Peter answers with the strip of bacon hanging from his mouth. He places his backpack on the floor and joins the others at the counter. Bucky glances at the boy. Maybe he would know a way to cheer you up. The both of you had been hanging out together a lot since you were his mentor, besides Tony, of course.

“Parker, what’s something that’ll get (y/n) to cheer up?” The boy perks up at your name.

“Flowers and a jar of Nutella.” He answers almost immediately, a proud grin on his face. His quick answer earned him some looks from his older team mates.

“How would you know that, Parker?” Nat asks him, sitting in the stool beside him. Peter fiddles with his fingers as he adjusts himself in his seat. His mouth opens to answer but Sam interrupts him.

“Someone gotta crush on (y/n)?” Sam teases the teenager. Peter’s eyes widen as his cheeks turn rosy, a clutter of stutters coming out his out.

“N-No! I mean— she’s pretty, really pretty. Beautiful in fact, but no, I don’t—I don’t have a crush on Ms. (y/n).” He manages to defend himself. A poor attempt of a defense in Sam’s opinion. Sam shakes his head at the boy, “Buck, looks like you’ve got competition.”

Peter’s eyes almost fall out their sockets at the mention of Bucky. The boy stares at the metal arm that could choke and kill him in an instant. “No! You don’t have any competition Mr. Barnes, sir, I swear.”

Nat smirks from beside him as Wanda chimes from behind them, “I could read minds, Peter!” She sang.

“How do you even know she likes flowers and Nutella?” Natasha asks him.

“Um—I asked her to go to prom with me, remember? She said she’ll only go with me if I buy her flowers and a jar of Nutella.” Peter answers. Bucky was up at his feet at an instant, patting his shorts for his wallet. When he felt the bulky object he glanced at the elevator. Walking behind Peter, he pats the boy’s back with his metal hand. Peter jumps almost yelping in his seat.

“Thanks, Parker.” Bucky chuckles then walks to the elevator.

He takes a train to get around the city. He ends up at the nearest retail store, looking through the shelves for Nutella and other things you might like. Once he had two bags full of treats and gifts he approaches the man outside the store who had a cart full of flowers. He didn’t know if you had a preference, but he chose the brightest out of the bunch. To him it represented your personality and the effect you had on his life.

He rushes back to the compound, bags in each hand and a bouquet of flowers under each arm. The sight of him might’ve been funny, a large bulky man with arms full of colorful flowers, a teddy bear, and all the cheesy pick me up gifts. He enters the kitchen not bothering to greet the others. Though he stops to take out two spoons from the drawers. Steve looks at him curiously while Sam nods at him in approval.

He heads straight to your room, excited to give you all the gifts he’s gotten you. He knocks on the door with the top of his foot, “I’m coming in!” He struggles to twist the knob of the door but he somehow manages to get it to open.

He slams the door shut with his back and greets you with a wide smile. Your eyes widen at him in shock.

“Surprise!” He yells happily. You feel your lips tug themselves upwards at him. You shuffle around in your bed, moving the blankets out the way.

“What’s all this?” You ask him trying to peer into the bags. He places them on the floor, gesturing for you to sit back.

“Alright, first off, here’s some flowers.” He grins handing you the two colorful bouquets. A giggle erupts from you as you take them from him. You take a whiff of the flowers, the floral smell entering your senses.

He digs through the bag and pulls out a large jar of Nutella. You gasp as Bucky presents it to you with a golden spoon from the kitchen. He hands them to you then bends back down to go through the bag.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted some snacks, so I got some cookies, your favorite chips, crackers, some wine. I didn’t bother getting a cup, just chug the bottle.” He explains placing each item onto your bed.

“I also got you a teddy bear. But they had too many and I didn’t know which one you’d like so I got the bear, a llama, and a dog.” He chuckles bopping your face with the llama’s snout. You laugh as you try to hold all of them in your arms.

“Oh yeah, and here’s some candy.” He places at least five boxes of different kinds of candy onto your lap. You look at him in awe, the joy bursting in your chest at his lovely gesture. The happiness soon became too much and your eyes began to water. The proud smile on Bucky’s face falters, his shoulders slumping. He crouches in front of you, hands beside your legs.

“No! Doll, what’s wrong? Was it the candy? Do you not like skittles? Or is it the Hershey’s kisses? I could take them back! Do you not like the llama?” Questions began to roll off his tongue as he stared up at you. His thumbs came up to wipe stray tear from your face. A laugh bubbles from your chest, your free hand gripping onto his wrist.

“No, Bucky, this is just—no one’s really done this for me before. Thank you.” You smile at him through your tears. “Thank you, I really really appreciate it. You didn’t have to do all of this honestly.” You sniffled fiddling with the plush llama’s fur.

“It’s fine doll, honestly. Anything to see that smile on your face.” He grins up at you, happy with himself that he got to bring the smile that formed crinkles to the side of your eyes. You giggle once again and place all the gifts on your bed, you leans towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his neck. Bucky sighs in content, his metal hand coming up to stroke circles onto your back.

“Thank you, Buck.” You whisper against the skin of his neck. Bucky presses a kiss to your temple, “Anytime darling.”

You pull away and organize the things on your bed. You sit against the headboard did your bed and motion for him to join you.

“I’m gonna need help eating all of this.” You tease him. He settles beside you, arm around your shoulder. He reaches for a pack of Reese’s and rips it open with his teeth.

“Well good thing I’m a super soldier.” He chuckles tuning into the movie on your tv. You get curious and look at him.

“How did you know about the flowers and Nutella though?” You question him with a raised brow.

“Spider-boy.” He answers mouth full of the peanut butter cups. You laugh and lean back into his arm. You reach for the jar of Nutella and twist it open, pealing of the gold seal. Your spoon dips into the chocolate, breaking the smooth surface.

Bucky glances at you, “Feelin’ better?”

The spoon hangs from the corner of your mouth, savoring the delicious spread, “Much better.”

#marvel #mcu #avengers #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes headcanon #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan oneshot #sebastian stan imagine #winter solider #ally’s requests

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lucyintheskywithxanax · 3 years

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Bound (nsfw)

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Reader

A/N: alright guys, here’s the thing. I decided to write a nsfw series about Wilhemina learning to let go and allow herself to be vulnerable during sex. Every fic in this series can be read independently. The series’ temporary title, as suggested by @venablemayfairgoode, is, I quote: “Smut Hard III: The Smuttening (the first two Smut Hard’s were skipped because the orgasms were too good)”. I hope you appreciate her genius. I certainly do. x

(also if you have ideas for this series I’ll gladly take them, I only have 3 parts as of now)

Word count: ≈ 2 400

Warnings: smut (bondage, very slight sub-dom), PTSD, references to past bullying (this one is pretty angsty but the next will be all happiness)

Wilhemina giggled and tried to plant kisses on your arm as you delicately closed the handcuffs around her wrists. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” she breathed, voice low and husky and deep. It sent a shiver down your spine.

You flashed a grin at her, brushed her hair back from her face. “Relax now. And remember what we said. If you want me to stop, tell me.”

She hummed, nipped your skin. You narrowed your eyes at her.

“Mina.”

“Yes,” she breathed, eyes clouded and very dark. She lifted her head to kiss you. “Yes,” she repeated in your mouth, teasing the tip of her tongue against yours. You kissed her back, sinking into her for a moment, before you pulled away and sat up at her side.

You took your time watching her, admiring every curve and dip of her body, the gentle swell of her stomach, of her breasts, the sharp jaw and plump lips and pink cheeks. She let out a nervous chuckle. “What?”

You shook your head, biting your lower lip to hold back a grin. “Nothing. You look gorgeous.”

She arched an eyebrow dubiously, as she often did when you complimented her. You smoothed your thumb over it.

“Not as gorgeous as you do,” she retorted.

“That’s up for debate,” you teased, crawling down the bed and settling between her legs. Wilhemina shivered expectantly.

You peppered kisses on her stomach as you stroked your hands up and down her thighs, nails gently grazing. When you glanced up at her, she was tugging on her restraints, testing their resistance.

“Are you okay?” you asked her. “Do you want them removed?”

“No, I’m fine, I – “ She glanced down at you, lust and nervousness fighting in her eyes. “I’m just not used to them, that’s all.”

You hummed, rested your chin on her stomach. “How do they make you feel?”

She bit her lower lip, eyes boring into yours. You dropped a kiss on her skin for encouragement.

“Vulnerable,” she finally whispered. “But that’s okay,” she added quickly, offering you a smile. “I trust you.”

Your throat tightened at her words. You gave her a teary smile back, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. You knew how big of a deal that was for her to say and think that. Your heart kept swelling until you couldn’t hold it in anymore, so you crawled back up her body to kiss her, hoping you could pour all your love and adoration into her mouth. Maybe you were successful, for she sighed into the kiss, and her eyes stayed closed for a long time after you pulled away.

You trailed your mouth down her neck, up her left breast to plant a kiss on her nipple. You sucked on it lightly, humming at the faint, salty taste, then moved to her other breast.

“Gorgeous”, you repeated, planting yet another kiss on a dark freckle.

Wilhemina whimpered, lifted her hips as an invitation. You smirked, dropped one last kiss on her breast, and settled back between her legs.

Again, you took your time admiring her. You drew patterns on her stomach with one finger, smiling at the goosebumps that erupted under your touch, at how her muscles jumped when you reached a particularly sensitive spot. She opened your eyes to scowl at you.

“What?” you smirked.

“You know what,” she scoffed. She tugged at her restraints again. “You’re taking too long. Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” you teased.

She scoffed again. “You know what I mean.”

You shot her an innocent smile before moving further down the bed. A soft moan escaped you at the sight of what awaited you between her legs, and you dove in hungrily, resting your hands on her lower stomach to pin her hips to the bed.

She was so incredibly soft and warm you couldn’t stop sucking on her clit and swirling your tongue over it and pushing your tongue inside her, until she was dripping all over your chin like the juice of warm peaches just plucked from a tree. After a few moments, though, a noise escaped her that didn’t sound right to you. She swallowed it as soon as she became aware of it, but you heard it, and lifted your head to look at her.

She had wrapped her fingers around the chains of the handcuffs and was still tugging at them. She stopped as soon as she met your eyes.

“Ok, let me take them off,” you said, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand and sitting up.

“No,” she rasped, shaking her head, “no. Keep doing what you were doing.”

“Mina, they’re obviously bothering you and I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with just to please me.”

“I am comfortable with them,” she protested. “I just need more time to get used to them.” A pause, as you studied her face, unsure what to do. “Could you – “She cleared her throat. “Maybe if you came up here – ”Her voice trailed off.

You rolled your eyes at her fondly, crawled up her body. Gently, you lowered yourself on top of her and she lifted her head to kiss you.

Wilhemina let out a happy sigh at the feel of your naked body pressing down on her. She wanted to tangle her fingers in your hair, wanted to stroke and tease and pinch, but as she made to move her arms, the handcuffs held her in place. She groaned in frustration, bit your lower lip.

Your hand found its way to her center and Wilhemina whimpered, shivering under you. Nervousness still made her skin tingle, but she felt safer now that she could feel you, now that it was your warmth that surrounded her instead of cold air. She felt protected by your body from whatever was lurking in the dim room.

As pleasure built between her legs, as her core throbbed and burnt under your touch, as her mouth parted open on soft, needy gasps, something suddenly stirred in her chest. Like someone awaking it stretched its limbs and yawned. It took more room inside of her.

She tried to move her arms to hold you. The handcuffs dug into her skin.

You pushed two fingers inside her, and her hips lifted of their own to let them sink deeper. She moaned, captured your lip between hers, but the thing in her chest would not go away. You slid your fingers in and out slowly, drawing out her pleasure, moaning softly at how wet and warm and soft she felt.

You pushed another finger inside and Wilhemina willed herself to focus on how nice and full it felt, and how your body was oozing warmth into hers, but she couldn’t move her arms and suddenly she realized how utterly helpless she was. She had given you all the keys and the thing inside her chest stirred and whispered that you could very well decide to lock all the doors and keep her trapped in a tiny room with no light. You could decide to mock her for days on end as others had and she would have no way to fight back.

You sighed into her mouth, slipped your free hand to the nape of her neck. Your fingers stroked the clammy skin there, as you picked up the pace between her legs, brushing your thumb over her clit, and Wilhemina moaned again, for it felt so good, and her head was fogged with arousal, and she knew you would never hurt her. But then your hand that was on the nape of her neck slipped lower down and stroked the top of her spine.

And suddenly she no longer was in bed with you. She was in high-school, one afternoon during recess, and a group of teenagers from her class pushed her to the ground and made her lie on her stomach and ripped her shirt so they could take a look at her back. One of the girls pinned her arms on the ground to prevent her from moving, and another one sat on her legs. Hot palms pressed against her spine, fingers probing, disgusted noises and laughter filling her ears – the supervisor, laughing too, and leaning against the wall to watch.

And she knew it was only you, she knew you would never hurt her but hands were probing her back again, and she couldn’t move her arms, and fingers were touching her – she wanted them to stop touching her – and she could hear voices, sneering and making puking noises and letting out shocked, disgusted laughs –

“Mina?”

- and she could not move and the hands would not go away no matter how she begged and pleaded and sobbed –

“Stop,” she choked out, wriggling to try and free herself; she tried to sit up, but something held her back. Panic shot through her. “Stop,” she sobbed, “please, don’t touch me.”

“I’m not touching you, Mina, love. Look at me. I’m not touching you.”

Two faint clinks, her wrists being freed. She pulled on the sheet to cover herself, hide her back, don’t let them see, don’t let them touch and mock. She let the soft caress of the sheet on her skin soothe the mad racing of her heart, until she felt like she could breathe again.

Only then did she take a peek at you. You had moved to the other side of the bed to give her space, both hands held up, your eyes shining and wide with concern. Wilhemina took one look at you then buried her face in the sheet, forcing herself to take long, deep breaths. Her body started shaking.

She slipped one hand out from under the sheet and extended it towards you. You immediately took it in yours and laced your fingers with hers.

“Here, Mina,” you said, voice quivering. “Do you need to put this on?”

She peeked up at you again. You had picked her shirt from the floor and were offering it to her.

Tears of gratitude pooled in her eyes. She considered, shook her head. Get a grip on yourself, said the voice in her head. But it was weak and faint, as if it came from somewhere deep, deep inside her, instead of just under her skin. Don’t let her see you like this. Fight! Say something mean. Prove her you’re strong!

Wilhemina rubbed her cheek on the sheet. She’d rather not. She’d rather let herself sink into the warmth and softness of your embrace and let her wounds bleed until they could coagulate.

“Sweetheart?” you called. “Are you okay? What do you need? What can I do?” Your voice was soft and thick with concern. But most of all it was warm, and the warmth seeped into Wilhemina and spread throughout her body and made it stop shaking.

The voice in her head was still arguing. But it was so faint now, she couldn’t make out the words.

She sniffed and slipped her other arm out and opened it to silently ask for a hug.

You hesitated, but only for a second. You slipped under the sheet and draped one arm over Wilhemina’s waist, not daring to press yourself against her or to touch her back, but she snuggled up to you, burying her face in your neck and holding you tight. Her breath, hot and moist, tickled your skin as she released a relieved sigh. She pressed her naked chest against yours, tangled her legs in yours, and nuzzled your neck.

Blinking back tears, you tightened your grip on her, careful to avoid touching her spine. You dropped a kiss on top of her head.

For a moment there was only silence as you held each other. After a while had passed, you ran one hand in her hair and whispered, “I’m here if you want to talk.”

You felt her nod against you, but she kept silent. She shifted, though, raised her head to press her mouth against yours. Her lips moved almost lazily, as if she were spent after a great effort. She pressed herself closer against you still, and her leg that was trapped between yours brushed your arousal.

You felt yourself stiffen, not wanting her to think you had to resume making love, but she merely lowered her leg again and sighed in your mouth.

You dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose.

She opened her eyes, gave you a small, apologetic smile.

“Don’t,” you said before she had time to speak, putting one finger on her lips. “Don’t you dare say sorry or I’ll never kiss you again.”

Her smile grew a little. “That sounds a bit harsh,” she whispered. “Besides, I’m not sure you could stop yourself.”

As if to prove her point, she tantalizingly brushed her mouth over yours, her breath warm on your lips, and you swore her mouth was a magnet for you lasted exactly two seconds before you tried to kiss her. She pulled away with a chuckle, changed her mind, met your mouth halfway.

When she broke the kiss, she buried her face in your neck again and sighed.

“I don’t have good memories about being restrained,” she whispered.

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you. Your throat tightened with guilt, and you were about to apologize when you decided to wait, let her speak, let her finish.

“Maybe next time it’d be easier if you didn’t touch my back.”

“Next time?” you breathed. “Mina, I’m not sure –“

“Next time,” she repeated, planting a kiss on your skin. She rubbed the sole of her foot on your calf. There was a short pause, then she added, almost shyly, “I want to replace the bad memories with good ones.”

“Ok,” you smiled.”Sounds good to me.” A kiss on her forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Wilhemina sighed. “You didn’t know.”

She kissed your neck again, licked the skin with the tip of her tongue. You hummed, and then hummed again when Wilhemina’s hand slid down to knead your butt.

You pulled away to kiss her, trying to be gentle but desire soon filled up your head again as Wilhemina’s hand roamed your body, fingers caressing and pinching and teasing, leaving warmth and love in their wake. It took you a while before you realized her hand was sliding lower and lower, but when you did, you broke the kiss and pulled away to meet her eyes.

“Um, what if I hold you instead, uh?” you whispered, stroking your thumb over her lower lip.

She blinked, eyes wide and soft.”But you – “she started.

You shook your head. “I’m fine.” A smile, a kiss on the pad of your thumb. “Come on, time to cuddle.”

Wilhemina chuckled, touched her nose to yours. She pressed one last kiss on your lips and sighed contentedly.

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Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: it's loving haley hotchner hours!! hope you enjoy :) as always, let me know what you think!

words: 1.3k warnings: none

summary: “what is that unforgettable line?” - samuel beckett. au!november 2008

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“Has Aaron ever told you how we met?”

“I know you two met in high school, but that’s about the extent of it.”

Haley laughs and puts her drink down. “You’re in for a real treat, then. Come with me.”

It’s one of those afternoons in which Aaron’s taken Jack to go have some fun for a little while, leaving you and Haley at the house. It’s been nice to rest while your shoulder slowly knits together again, nice to chat and channel surf. Really, it’s been nice to have a friend at all.

She leads you to the garage, where built-ins support stacked boxes all the way to the rafters. There’s so much stuff. A few boxes are on the floor, packed with a few George Washington University sweatshirts, a law textbook, and a few framed photos of Jack.

You’d hazard a guess that’s close to the last box Aaron has here.

Haley bypasses it in favor of a more aged box on the back. She becomes you over and unearths it, opening it. You are by no means prepared for what awaits you.

The box is full of faded framed photos and stacked scrapbooks, some with Haley’s handwriting on the front and others with typeset. Haley pulls one scrapbook in particular, the pages warped with age and stuffed with various momentos.

“This is the first one I ever made, starting the spring of my freshman year of high school. Aaron shows up…” She flips through the pages. They crackle under her fingers. “...here.”

She turns the book and you take it in your hand, balancing the bottom while she bears the weight. As always, her thoughtful conscientiousness almost brings a smile to your face.

In the scrapbook, little polaroids litter one side, while the other has a playbill cover. A “Players” page is pasted in, with two names left uncovered by doodles.

Haley Renee Brooks

Aaron Hotchner

One of the photos catches your eye. “Is that…?”

“Aaron in tights and a pirate hat? Yes.”

This is gold.

You bring the book closer to you and flip through it carefully with Haley’s help, finding more evidence of Aaron’s brief stint as a thespian. He’s undeniably adorable as a teenager. He looks different, of course, but between the hair and the eyes -

And that smile

You recognize the man you’ve come to know.

Haley, of course, is also adorable. The mid-eighties look cute on her. She looks mostly the same as she does now. Her jawline is more defined, the beginnings of smile lines starting to form around her eyes and mouth, but those are only indicators of the twenty-five years between the photo and the woman before you.

“If you tell him I showed you this, no I didn’t.”

You laugh, passing the book back to her. “Scout’s Honor. Total silence. I will, however, require copies of these for blackmail purposes.”

She rolls her eyes. “Over my dead body, darling.”

You look around for a moment before asking. “So… what exactly does that have to do with how you met?”

“I prefer the way he tells it,” she says, “because when I tell it I look like I’m padding my ego, but…”

Her blue eyes wander as she tells you about the boy who landed in the wrong classroom on August 20th, 1985 at 2:13pm, as if she’s seeing it as she’s telling the story. Maybe she is.

The nameless senior was tall, lanky, and looked rather brittle. He hadn’t grown into his limbs yet and there’s a hawkish look in his eye. He met Haley’s curious gaze. She smiled at him.

It’s only a moment before the boy leaves for the right classroom.

“He had the building number wrong. It’s no surprise, really. Our schedules were copied by hand, as copy machines were expensive. The guidance counselor’s handwriting was nearly illegible, but it sealed our fates.”

She goes on to tell you that the boy came back the next day, enrolled in the class for the duration of the semester.

“He then, bravely, became the worst third pirate in the history of theatre just to impress me.” She pauses, a little pensive. “He told me a couple of years ago that the day came into the wrong classroom was the same day he knew he was going to marry me.”

The admission brings a flush to her cheeks and a fond smile to her lips. You can see the affection written all over her as she recalls the memory. She shakes her head and puts the scrapbook back, closing the box and leading you out of the garage.

“We started dating when the show closed. It was silly, of course, and very high school, as relationships went. We only kept going because he was so close for college - just over the bridge into the district.”

You follow her back into the house. “Did you guys ever break up?”

She snorts. “All the time.”

That makes you laugh. You can hardly picture it.

“I’m sure you can imagine how rational and reasonable I was at sixteen,” she says, her voice full of jest. “I put him through hell, but Aaron was always impossibly patient with me, even and especially when I didn’t deserve it.”

“Really?”

“Really. I know he’s probably...not that way at work, but even through all of this -” she gestures vaguely to the air around you and you know she means the divorce. “- he’s always been that way with me.”

You’ve seen Hotch at home now more than a few times and it’s been illuminating to see the changes in him as he crosses the threshold. Reconciling those differences in him, knowing Haley better, it all paints a layered, detailed portrait of someone you already care about.

Haley catches your attention again when she speaks. “I’m glad he has people watching out for him.” There’s a strange, almost sad, smile on her face. “He gets lonely.”

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When Aaron pulls up in the driveway, you and Haley are stuck watching whatever movie you landed on when you got to talking, too attached to give it up.

The door opens and Aaron sets Jack on his feet, helping him with the tiny zipper on his coat before attending to his own.

“How was your day, boys?” Haley gets up and goes to the kitchen, where you know a little tupperware full of cut fruit waits for Jack.

You offer him a little wave as he catches sight of you and processes your presence. Hey.

“Well,” he says. “How was your day, Jack? Want to tell Mom about it?”

The pass-off is funny to you, but you suspect Aaron doesn’t want to oversell it.

“So fun!” He runs and jumps onto the couch as Haley rounds the corner.

Her eyes are bright, animated, when she asks, “What did you and Daddy do?” She sits next to her son, her feet pulled under her as she leans on the back of the couch.

As Jack relays the events of the afternoon, there’s an odd moment when Aaron catches himself. He reaches down to ruffle Haley’s hair, but freezes with his hand outstretched. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you almost feel bad for catching him at all.

HIs hand closes and he shoves it into his pocket before he sits down in the armchair beside your end of the couch with a sigh. You pretend to be completely focused on Jack, so as to not embarrass him.

“So,” he asks you. You turn. “How was your day?”

There’s a moment where you share a little look, maybe even a laugh.

“Good. My day was good.”

“Good.”

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Chapter 4

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3.06K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: this one is literally just revolving around one of the BTS members. i don't really have much else to say other than HYUNJIN'S BACK and I'm crying.

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Kim Namjoon never imagined he would lose his assistant.

JaeJin was a great worker and a great friend. He loved music and expressed it through his very soul, his every move whenever he danced or helped Namjoon produce a song. Namjoon smiles as his hand hovers over the soundboard.

In the back of his mind, he remembers the days spent here ever since Jaejin was promoted to his assistant. He remembers the first time he met his dear friend, how nervous Jaejin looked, unspoken excitement reverberating off of him in waves.

As Namjoon pushes up the volume on the soundboard, he thinks back to the moments spent as Jae learned how to be his assistant, as Namjoon taught him as much as he could. How what started as respect turned into a mutual friendship, and later, a brotherhood.

Though Namjoon is sad to see JaeJin go, he is happy to see his dream accomplished. He will miss Jae's smile, his laugh, and his good heart, but he knows that just because Jaejin is taking a different path doesn't mean they will cease to be friends.

As soon as Joon finishes a part of his song, he sighs, pulling away from the board and whipping out his phone.

He doesn’t know why he started thinking about him all of a sudden, he was one of the first people to know that Jae was leaving. Besides, he would see him soon, it’s not like Jaejin leaving for a couple of months means that he won’t ever see him again.

Standing, RM walks out of the room, leaving Suga to continue by himself.

He's lucky that Yoongi has his headphones on. If he caught Namjoon slacking he wouldn't get off easy. Carefully, RM exits the room, shutting the door softly behind him as he leans against the wall next to the door to the studio. Turning his phone on, he checks the time, his heart thumping slightly.

8:30 am.

Perhaps the reason his mind is so full of nostalgic memories is that he’s been waiting since last night to meet his new manager.

Jaejin said that his replacement should show up around this time, but he hasn't given much information other than that. Namjoon pockets his phone and heads down the hallway towards the front lobby.

Staff members pass by him, some working for TxT, others for the new girl group they put together about 3 years ago, and even more for the new boy group that BigHit began putting together in 2020.

Namjoon finds their presence surreal.

The members of BTS's staff have been around ever since their debut, and even more, have joined the crew over the years. These staff members will no doubt do the same for their groups, maybe stick around till the very end.

If anyone asked Namjoon's opinion, he would say it was the staff that had to do the real work. And all from behind the scenes. They are the ones who help them put on a great show. They are the ones who tutor them, provide for them, allow them to create their vision, their masterpiece. They are the stitches behind the fabric.

To Namjoon, BTS is just the face. The whole idea of them, of their message, was created through everyone's effort. Including ARMY, including their staff, including BTS themselves.

Losing one of their members would be like trying to fill a hole that cannot be filled.

Perhaps that's why Namjoon is so worried about Jaejin's replacement.

No one can truly replace him.

Namjoon never wanted a new manager.

There was a reason he chose Jaejin out of all the others, a reason he turned a backup dancer into his manager. He needs someone with the same passion, the same grit, the same determination that he has. Jaejin had that, and more. He was able to keep up with Namjoon’s crazy schedule, his unhealthy habits, his tendency to overwork himself.

Normally it was Suga trying to keep up with him, trying to help him, trying to do the best for him, but when he met Jaejin, he found exactly what he needed in a manager.

Will his replacement be able to do the same?

Entering the lobby, he knocks on the counter, where a receptionist is taking a call. She looks up at his knock and he smiles at her, receiving the usual smile back and a slight blush on her cheeks.

After a moment of their little staring contest, Namjoon grows impatient. He indicates silently that he’s waiting to speak with her and her eyes widen in realization. She nods sheepishly at his signal, holding up one finger to signify to him that she'll talk to him in a second. He complies, settling in as she continues her call, faintly aware of Kim Namjoon behind her.

Namjoon is never sure how to feel about these types of things.

People recognizing him in the street, others noticing him even with a disguise, he doesn't know what to do with the attention.

Why didn't people pay attention to him before? When he didn't have all the makeup, the money, and the influence? Are they looking at him because they appreciate who he is as a person?

Or because he is Kim Namjoon?

RM of BTS.

Putting the thought out of his mind, he turns his back to the receptionist, unlocking his phone, and opening the chat with Jaejin. He doesn't see any sign of his replacement, but then again, how would Namjoon know what she looks like?

Hey

YOUNG APPRENTICE- oh hi, what’s up hyung?

When was your replacement supposed to be here again?

YOUNG APPRENTICE- ummmmm, 8:00 am or so, why?

RM pulls away from his phone, looking around for any sign of a girl who looks lost or out of place in the lobby. Every time Jaejin talked about this so-called friend, he referred to them as a “she” so the only thing Namjoon knows about this new manager is the fact that she’s female.

Sadly, as he desperately scours the lobby, there's no sign of anyone there that fits the description. The one girl who was waiting in the waiting area has just been called aside and led to a meeting room. Namjoon, a little worried, bites his lip before a buzz in his hands causes him to glance at his phone.

YOUNG APPRENTICE- Namjoon?

Yeah?

I’m sorry it’s just….she’s not here yet

YOUNG APPRENTICE- WHAT

Namjoon rolls his eyes playfully at Jae's reaction before walking out of the lobby. If she's not here, there's no need to hang around, and it doesn't seem as though the receptionist is paying much attention anyway.

As he leaves, the receptionist stares after him almost hopelessly, Namjoon oblivious to the longing gaze.

He glances at his phone once more maneuvering his way through the hallways of the building.

YOUNG APPRENTICE- are you sure?

YOUNG APPRENTICE- I'm gonna murder her

Well I can’t know for sure

Could I have a picture or maybe a name?

YOUNG APPRENTICE- I never gave you one?

Not to my knowledge

YOUNG APPRENTICE- oh I am so sorry hyung! Her name is Lin Yen and just give me a minute and I'll find you a picture

"Lin...Yen...." Namjoon murmurs, pondering it in his mind.

"Just who exactly are you?" he whispers, putting the phone down once more as he comes to a stop in a corner of the hallway.

Yen...he repeats in his mind, playing around with it, trying to see how it sounds on his tongue, how it feels circling in his thoughts, how it plays on his voice.

It's a beautiful name, one he hasn't heard often, and for some reason, he feels as though it's foreign. Another vibration from his phone jolts him out of his pondering thoughts, and he looks down at the screen, immediately bursting out laughing.

Jaejin has sent the picture of you, but it's not just any picture.

It's a picture of you eating salad.

But that's not what makes it so funny.

You and Jaejin are at a Korean BBQ in the picture, and you hold the signature salad bowl up to your face, your chopsticks hooked around an enormous bite. You're shoving the bite into your mouth, your cheeks puffed up like chipmunks, your eyes wide and nose pinched.

Your expression, your face, the fact that you're attempting to shove a huge bite into your mouth, everything about the picture is hilarious, and Namjoon can't stop looking at it.

He can't stop looking at you.

Now he is sure that you are a foreigner, with that complexion and your facial features. You aren't necessarily tall, but not super short either. Then again, Namjoon doesn't think that Park Jimin is short, so what does he know?

One thing is for sure, though…

You are beautiful.

And it’s not only the physical things that make you beautiful, though they are a contributing factor.

It’s the personality.

The charisma that exuberates off of you, managing to touch him most charmingly through a mere photo. The way you smile, how it lights up your eyes. The blush of your cheeks, and even the color of your hair. Everything about you has captured his attention, and he can't look away.

His smile doesn't want to fade, so he covers his face with his hand, leaning against the wall. No doubt he looks like an idiot, but he doesn't care.

You have that gift.

The natural gift of familiarity when you are less than strangers.

And it has surprised him. The cool, calm, professional, wise Namjoon wouldn't have thought that such a thing could reach his heart...and yet he can't stop smiling.

"Namjoon."

Startled, the smile fading just as quickly as it began, Namjoon jumps, his phone slipping out of his grip. Frantic, and a bit embarrassed, he fumbles to catch it before it falls, but to no avail.

He watches in hopeless despair as the phone hits the ground with a sickening thud, the screen immediately cracking at the impact of the harsh tiled floor.

Namjoon lets out a groan, while a slender, pale hand reaches out and picks it up. Wincing, he glances to his side.

Where Min Yoongi holds his phone in between his fingers as though it were a dirty piece of trash; looking unamused. Glaring at him with a stare as cold as ice, he drops it into RM’s hands before folding his arms across his chest. Namjoon rolls his eyes at his luck, sighing inwardly.

He doesn't look too happy.

"Hey, Yoongi, I--"

"Yes, please explain, Kim Namjoon." Yoongi drawls, his voice monotone and sending shivers down Namjoon’s spine. Almost shamefully, Namjoon turns off his phone and slides it back into his pocket, avoiding that icy stare.

"You're supposed to be helping, yet you left for what? To laugh at memes? Now is not the time to be fooling around with Jackson for heaven's sakes!” Though Yoongi doesn’t raise his voice, the severity of his tone is enough to make it seem as though he has and Namjoon has to restrain himself from visibly flinching away from him. After a moment of silence, Suga sighs, rubbing his temple with frustration. “Why are you so distracted today?"

Joon has been asking himself the same question.

"For one thing, they weren't memes and I wasn’t talking to Jackson. It was a picture of Jaejin's replacement. I was trying to see if she's arrived yet." He explains, a bit indignantly, before walking away towards the studio once more, hoping to escape the conversation.

He should have remembered that nothing escapes Yoongi.

"And did she?" Suga follows Namjoon, managing to walk fast enough to catch up with him and yet still look nonchalant and unbothered. RM sighs at the question, speeding up his pace, as he notices the studio door in the distance.

Jumping at the opportunity, Namjoon makes a break for the door, Yoongi calling after him in surprise. He reaches it, leaving Suga behind in the dust. Opening the door he sinks into a chair as though it were a refuge from the uncomfortable situation he found himself in. As Yoongi comes to a stop in front of the door, Namjoon acts as though he were there the entire time.

"Do you need something?" he asks innocently, and Yoongi rolls his eyes, walking in and closing the door behind him before settling into a chair of his own.

"Yes. I need you to focus on this project. This is important, and is nowhere near done if it's going to be our next title track." He murmurs, immediately setting to work, his mouse echoing in the silence. Biting his bottom lip in guilt, RM turns back to his phone, frowning a bit at the sight of the cracked screen.

Yoongi is right, Namjoon knows this.

They dedicated this day to work on BTS’s new title song.

Namjoon especially wanted Yoongi to produce it because of his incredible skill and work ethic. He practically begged him to take time off from his other projects to work on this with him, Yoongi is sacrificing a lot of his time just to be here.

Namjoon knows how important time can be.

It doesn’t help matters considering how this song is so essential to their comeback album. Promotion is still far off, but it doesn't change the circumstances. ARMY waited for them for so long to come back to them, it’s only fair that they give them the most groundbreaking album they can.

But RM can't focus.

And it’s for such a stupid reason.

Just because Jaejin is gone doesn't mean the world will fall apart.

He knows this, it's just...

Namjoon smiles a bit bitterly, turning back to the booth as he resumes his work once more.

"She wasn't there." Suga turns to Namjoon at the sound of his voice. Namjoon notices but doesn't pay any mind, continuing to play with the soundboard, creating his type of spell, his sort of magic. "In response to your question."

Yoongi doesn't respond, waiting for Namjoon to finish. That's the way he is, sometimes RM can’t finish a thought in one sentence and it takes him a moment to piece things together, what with everything else running through that expansive mind of his. Suga knows when to wait, when to stay silent, and allow RM a chance to tell him everything he needs to.

He's no stranger to listening to people, especially when it comes to Namjoon.

Sometimes, Joon just needs to let something out without anyone saying anything, and Yoongi won't say anything unless he feels it's necessary. He’ll listen, and be there for anyone to lean on, able to offer them the emotional support they need to carry on.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm a little nervous to meet her." After a moment, Yoongi responds to him, his soft voice carrying across the room in a comforting murmur.

"What's the big deal? If she's professional, she'll be perfect. I'm sure there's nothing to be worried about." He reassures him. RM nods, trying to concentrate once more, and put the thought of your arrival to the back of his mind.

Maybe Yoongi is right, maybe there is nothing to be worried about.

However, Namjoon can't help but think that your arrival will change their lives.

And who knows if it'll be for the better?

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: how are you guys liking Jaejin now? lol

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