#We also love that she rushes over like a kid on Christmas morning
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12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 7
Word Count: 3.8K
Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Prompt: n/a
Warnings: mentions of death and terminal illness
Summary: Grief can be a powerful thing. And that is something both (Y/N) and Wanda can attest to. The only difference in their experience? They are from two very different universes.
A/N: whoops, another very sad and angsty with a slight happy ending... can't believe this Christmas has been more gloomy than fluffy
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The mind has always been a very powerful thing. It’s easy to become trapped in the illusions and delusions the brain feeds you, especially in moments of grief. And Wanda knew grief. She knew it like the back of her hand. It had been engrained into the very fabric of her being from a young age. It was the unwanted companion she carried through her life. The kind of parasite that consumed your being until there was nothing left.
Yet, she also knew power.
She knew there was meant to be a balance in the universe. That certain spells and incantations could not be done without creating a shift in the paradigm. But there was no way she could go on without even trying. Not anymore.
“Momma! Momma! Wake up!”
(Y/N) could feel her bed shake as she attempted to keep her eyes shut. The exhaustion of the past few months had caught up to her, and all she wanted was to rest. But she knew her kids would not stop until she left that bed and followed them to the Christmas tree, even if there was nothing harder than going through the holiday without her wife.
“Momma,” Tommy groaned as he pushed her arm. “We know you’re awake.”
“Yeah,” Billy chuckled. “Your eyelids are moving.”
“Mmm, guys,” the woman whined. “I thought we were sleeping in this Christmas. You know momma’s tired.”
“But we did sleep in. It’s 10 o’clock!”
“Okay, boys,” she sighed, finally opening her eyes to see her twin boys towering over her with gleaming smiles on their faces. “Can I at least get a morning hug first?”
The boys giggled as they jumped on their mother, wrapping their little arms around her body. And it made everything she was going through worth it. She kissed the top of their heads and held them as close as she could. They were a part of the one thing that was missing that morning, but she knew she had to remain strong, at least for them.
“I love you boys so much,” she said into their hair. “You’re my entire world.”
(Y/N) got up from her bed, covered her pjs with her wife’s red robe, and followed her kids down the stairs. But where the boys wanted to rush into the living room, she walked to the kitchen. “You know we have to have breakfast first,” she called out with a chuckle. “But we’ll have a quick one since it’s already so late.”
“Pancakes!” the boys chorused in a sing-song voice. “We want pancakes!”
“Pancakes it is,” she laughed. “Tommy, you get the plates. And, Billy, you get the whipped cream and the syrup.”
The kids did their tasks as (Y/N) made pancake after pancake, making a small stack for the three of them to enjoy. She could feel sadness try to creep into her head, clawing its way to the forefront of her mind as she saw her sons happily setting the table for three rather than four that time. But even as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks, she knew she had to be strong. At least for one more day, she had to be strong.
Holding a stack of pancakes in one hand and a plate of bacon in the other, (Y/N) made her way to the dining table. She set the food in the center before filling the kids' plates with their requests—two pancakes with bacon mouths and chocolate chip eyes for Billy and a stack of three pancakes doused in syrup with three slices of bacon on top for Tommy. She even attempted to make the perfect whipped cream swirl on both of their plates, but, as they always reminded her all but that one morning, it was never as good as Mommy Wanda’s.
But before they could delve into their meal, a knock at the door startled them. They weren’t expecting anyone. Especially not that very Christmas morning. Yet, at their front door stood someone they could have never imagined would appear.
“Who’s at the door, momma?” Billy asked curiously. “Were you expecting someone?”
“Mm, not precisely,” she answered. “Should we go see who it is?”
“Yes!” the boys exclaimed as they jumped from their chairs.
They followed their mother eagerly to the door, holding onto her legs just in case it was someone they didn’t know. But their little hearts had one wish —the only thing that could make their Christmas morning perfect. As (Y/N) turned the locks and then the doorknob, they held their breaths and they wished.
“Wanda,” (Y/N) found herself saying, but she wasn’t sure the sound had come from her throat. The cold morning air told her that she was awake and that the person standing before her was truly there. “Wanda.”
As she repeated the woman’s name under her breath, Billy and Tommy let out a gleeful yell of “Mommy!” before leaving their safe space from behind (Y/N) and running to embrace their other mother. The redhead welcomed them with open arms, kneeling on the ground to meet their heights. She wrapped them in a tight hug, breathing in their scent as though it was the very first time. She reveled in their warmth and their laugh as she committed to memory their small arms around her.
“You’re home, Mommy,” Billy sighed.
“Now Christmas is perfect,” Tommy added.
And all (Y/N) could do was stare at the scene unfolding before her. She watched as tears formed in her wife’s green eyes, watched as her boys hugged her like it was the first time they had seen their mother. And, in a sense, it was.
“(Y/N),” Wanda smiled as she finally stood after leaving their sons’ embrace. She cradled her face and kissed the woman’s lips tenderly, feeding her breaths of love and affection they had both missed for a very long time. “It’s so good to be home.”
“It’s good to have you home,” the woman responded as though breaking out of a trance. “Come inside. Come inside. You must be freezing out there.”
“I can’t believe you’re here, Mom,” Billy smiled. “We thought you wouldn’t be able to make it in time.”
“But we did wish really hard for it,” Tommy added with a nod. “It was even on our Christmas list.”
“Well, it looks like all that wishing paid off,” Wanda beamed as she cradled their faces. “I’m here now, and we’re gonna have the best Christmas ever!”
“Yeah!” the boys unisoned before Tommy said, “We’re having breakfast right now. Do you want pancakes, mommy?”
“Not right now, baby,” she said as she smoothed down his hair. “Mommy’s tummy is not feeling very good right now.”
“How about you guys finish up your pancakes while I make mommy some coffee?” (Y/N) said with a smile. “The faster we finish eating, the faster we can get to open presents.”
The boys didn’t need to be told twice as they sped back to the dining table to gobble their breakfast down. Meanwhile, Wanda followed (Y/N) into the kitchen and accepted gracefully the steaming mug of coffee she handed her. The liquid burned the woman’s throat comfortingly, filling her mouth with a taste she had missed. Maybe it was the coffee, or maybe it was the fact that she was finally surrounded by family, but it was the best cup she had ever drank.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were discharged?” (Y/N) whispered. “I could have picked you up from the hospital.”
“Oh, well, I wanted to surprise you and the boys,” Wanda smiled softly. “With it being Christmas and all, I didn’t want to inconvenience you.”
“Just knowing that you’re out of the hospital is enough for me, darling. You could never be an inconvenience,” she said as she took Wanda’s free hand. But she noticed something missing from it, something she would have never taken off. “Where’s your ring, babe? I could have sworn you still had it on yesterday.”
The redhead inspected her hand, rapidly noticing the lack of jewelry. But with no real reason, she had to scramble for an answer. “Oh, I don’t know,” she worried. “I could have sworn I had it on when I left this morning. Maybe I left it at the hospital.”
“We’ll call later then. I don’t think the kids will care much that mom lost her ring when they’re ready to open presents,” (Y/N) chuckled as she pointed to Tommy’s and Billy’s expectant faces. “We’ve made them wait long enough.”
The couple walked hand in hand toward the living room, the boys running past them as they chuckled and sat right in front of the tree. They knew the routine already. Momma had to set up the phone while Mommy handed each of them the presents, each with a specific wrapping paper to hide which gift belonged to which kid. The women had learned a long time before that their kids had a proclivity for snooping around before Christmas day.
But that year, Wanda didn’t know which wrapping paper belonged to whom. Instead, she took the phone from (Y/N)’s hands, mouthed an apology, and sat back down on the couch. With a slight chuckle, the other woman knelt before the Christmas tree and took a gift in each hand –green wrapping for Tommy and blue for Billy.
In a matter of minutes, the wooden floor was filled with a mix of wrapping paper, and the air was filled with the sounds of new toys and laughter. Which lasted all but an hour before the kids started coming down from their sugar high and decided a movie was a better way to spend their lunchtime.
The boys sat with their trays on the couch, happily eating their sandwiches as they watched Elf for the thousandth time just that week. If they ever sensed that there was anything amiss, they didn’t say a word. To them, everything was perfect. It seemed so, too.
“Hey, don’t know if your brother got around to telling you, but he’s gonna get here the day after tomorrow,” (Y/N) said as she mixed a bowl of cookie dough. “I asked him not to bring more Nerf guns for the boys, but I’m scared he might use that as an excuse to get them another type of blaster.”
“Pietro?” Wanda gasped quietly. “He’s coming here?”
“Of course,” the woman chuckled. “He comes every Christmas day… well, Christmas-adjacent day like he says. But seriously, I need you to tell him no more blasters. I keep finding those darn foam darts everywhere.”
“Yeah, I’ll tell him,” the redhead smiled. “I’ve missed him.”
“I know, baby,” (Y/N) said as she cradled her wife’s cheek. “He wanted to stay longer during Thanksgiving, but he had some deadlines to meet at work and had to get going. But he’ll be thrilled to know you’re out of the hospital and back home.”
“It’s good to be home.”
“Good,” she smiled. “Now, you can help me get these cookies in the oven for tonight.”
Wanda had missed the warmth of family. She had missed her boys fighting over whose turn it was to play with a toy, missed the smell of a homecooked meal. Most of all, she missed the soft touch of her wife, missed the way her name sounded coming from her lips. Wanda had missed her life.
During dinner, she couldn’t help the smile on her face. As the boys boasted loudly about their last week of school, she could only sit and stare at their beautiful faces. Everything they said was new information, and they were the most precious words she could hear. And when (Y/N) chimed in, she was sure no orchestra could ever compare to the symphony of her family’s voices.
“Alright, boys,” (Y/N) said as she placed the last dish into the dishwasher. “Give Mommy a kiss and head on up. Shower, teeth, and bed.”
“But, Momma,” they whined.
“It’s Christmas,” Tommy finished.
“Tomorrow is a whole new day to do whatever you want, but right now, it’s time for bed,” the woman countered. “Come on, guys.”
“It’s Christmas, darling,” Wanda whispered as she snaked her arms around (Y/N)’s waist and kissed her neck. “I think they’ve got one more movie in them.”
“Baby…”
“Come on, darling,” she smiled. “For me?”
“Fine,” (Y/N) relented, and the kids cheered. “One movie, and then it’s off to bed for both of you.”
The boys raced back to the living room, pulling out blankets and pillows before settling themselves on both ends of the couch, tapping beside each other for their mothers to sit. It was the most excited (Y/N) had seen them in a long time. They knew Wanda had been sick for a long time but couldn’t quite grasp why she couldn’t be home or they couldn’t be at the hospital after a certain time. But they were hopeful that their mother would make a full recovery. And it was their faith that kept her strong —as strong as she could be in the situation.
Wanda sat next to Billy, and (Y/N) sat next to Tommy before the kids laid their heads on their mothers’ laps and covered themselves with a warm fuzzy blanket. On the TV, Home Alone played at a low volume. (Y/N) knew the boys were tired, and as their mothers ran their hands through their hair, no matter how action-packed the movie was, they would fall asleep soon enough.
Halfway through the movie, the kids’ soft snores mixed with the audio, making the women chuckle slightly. “I knew they wouldn’t last,” (Y/N) whispered as she kissed Tommy’s head. “They’ve been up since long before ten.”
“I’m just glad I got to spend this time with them… with you. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this.”
“I might have some idea.” The woman’s tone hinted at something Wanda couldn’t quite comprehend. Her brows furrowed as she found a knowing glimmer in her wife’s eyes. “I know you’re not our Wanda.”
“W-what? What do you mean?” The redhead sputtered. Could it be? “How could I not be Wanda?”
“I don’t really know how you’re here or even why,” (Y/N) started with a soft smile. “But my wife would have remembered that Tommy’s wrapping paper was blue and Billy’s was green because she chose those colors. She would have remembered that Pietro comes every 27th of December and calls it second Christmas because it can’t be a holiday without him. And she wouldn’t have left the hospital without turning it upside down if she didn’t have her ring because my mother gave it to her. But most importantly, my Wanda died not even twenty-four hours ago, and she died in my arms.”
“I… oh, I’m so sorry… I…”
“It’s okay. I’m not mad or even scared,” she said as she felt warm tears fall down her cheeks. “I don’t care what reason you could’ve had to be here. I’m just grateful that the boys had another day with their mom. It’s been a couple of months since she first got admitted to the hospital, and after that, it’s just been a whirlwind. The kids kept their faith that she’d get better, but that’s because she would put on a brave face every time they visited. But she wasn’t good.
“She had been in remission for almost four years from pancreatic cancer, but all of a sudden it came back. And it came with a vengeance,” (Y/N) cried. “By the time we even noticed any symptoms, the doctor told us it had spread to her liver and her lungs, and it would take a very aggressive approach even to try to contain it. But by October, she collapsed and had to be admitted to the hospital, where we were told that they’d do everything they could, but the prognosis wasn’t great. She was growing weaker by the day, trying to put a brave face on for me and the kids. But I knew…”
Her words died in her throat as a violent sob tried to escape her, but the last thing she wanted was to wake her kids. Telling Wanda’s story was odd when her literal doppelgänger was staring her in the face. But there was comfort in finally telling someone the truth. And as that Wanda squeezed her hand in comfort, all she could do was finish the story.
“I knew she was going to die,” (Y/N) continued. “She was in so much pain and discomfort, but she was holding on for us. For months, as selfish as it was, I begged her not to die. I begged her to keep fighting, and she did. She fought like the warrior she was.
But it was hurting her. Fighting to stay was killing her spirit.” The pain in (Y/N)’s voice shattered Wanda. Sitting before her was the love of her life crumbling after the passing of her own partner, and all she had been thinking about was how happy she was to have her back —to have her family back. “I told her a few weeks ago, when it was only us, that if she felt it was her time, that she should let go. She had fought long and hard; now, it was time to rest. At around one in the morning today, she finally did. I was lying beside her, her body so thin and frail in my arms, and she took her last breath. It was so late by the time I got home that I simply got into bed and decided to tell the kids tomorrow about their mom. I wanted them to at least have one last Christmas thinking that she was still alive.
“And then you walked through the doors and, where I should have been terrified, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. For a second, I thought someone out there had granted me a Christmas wish and had brought her back. Or maybe that her passing had only been a horrible nightmare. But it didn’t take long before I knew.”
“Oh, (Y/N), I had no idea you had gone through all of this. And everything is still so fresh,” Wanda said through tears. “I promise I didn’t mean to cause any distress by showing up. The truth is, I’ve gone through a similar grief as you have, and that’s what brought me all the way here. But if I had known that my presence would have caused more harm than good, I…”
“No. Seriously, Wanda. You bring here has honestly been a breath of fresh air,” the woman assured, taking the redhead’s hands into hers. “I don’t know how long you plan to be here or if this even meant much to you. But even if it was just for today, you gave my boys their mom back. And you gave me my beautiful wife back for another day. And for that, I will eternally be grateful. All I ask is that, if you are going, that you let the boys say goodbye. I want them to have some kind of closure, at least.”
Wanda knew she shouldn’t have promised anything. She had promised herself that she’d only watch them from afar at first. Then, as she saw her family through the window, she had to be with them for the holiday, at least. But she literally had them in her arms now, and there was no way she could let them go. No matter the price.
“What if I wanted to stay forever?” the witch tested the waters. “If there was a way for me to stay here, would it be okay if I did? Even if it’s just on a probationary period, I would love to be a part of a family again –this family.”
“I-is that possible? Could you really stay here?”
“Yes. There is a way for me to stay. But only if you want that.”
“I just… I don’t know how to have you here without completely undermining the life I had with my Wanda,” (Y/N) confessed. “I mean, you look exactly like her –from the color of your hair to your eyes. You laugh just like her. You practically are her. The only difference? We had a life with her, not you. I don’t want you to just replace the boys’ mom like that. I couldn’t…”
“Of course, and I’d never want to do anything like that. I know how hard it is to lose someone that you love so much. I know the pain and the overwhelming grief. I also know the anger and the craziness that takes over.”
“Who did you lose? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I lost everyone,” she answered with a sad smile. “First, I lost my parents. Then, I lost Pietro after spending my whole life by his side. After that, I found my you in that world, and everything seemed worth it. But you died by sacrificing yourself to save the Earth, and I was alone. Truly and completely alone. Then, after some kind of almost unbelievable things, I had you back and I had Tommy and Billy. My life was perfect for a time until that was taken from me again. So, I came here.”
“Oh, Wanda. I… I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.”
“I searched millions of universes before I found this one. I thought you had no me here, but it didn’t cross my mind that you had lost her. And so recently, too,” Wanda said, squeezing (Y/)’s hand comfortingly. “So, I understand if your answer is no. I’m just glad I got to see you and the boys one more time and that you embraced me so fully for today. But, just say the word, and I’m gone, zhizn moya.”
At the sound of that name, (Y/N)’s breath hitched in her throat. Tears streamed from her eyes faster than she could stop them, and her heart hammered against her chest. “That name,” she whimpered. “That’s what she would call me. My life. How did you…?”
“That’s what I called you in my world,” the redhead smiled. “And you would call me…”
“Dusha moya. The only phrase I ever learned in Russian, much to her dismay,” (Y/N) grinned. “I guess our lives are not as different as I may have thought… A trial period, you said?”
“Yes, however long it takes to ease into life here.”
“But, what about my Wanda? There is still a version of you that died today.”
“If you can trust me, I could handle all of that.”
“A trial period then,” the woman smiled before kissing Wanda’s knuckles. “I think we could try.”
And that was all Wanda needed to hear. She would collapse every universe that existed if she could preserve the life she could have in that one. And it all started with America Chavez’s power. Even if it took the lives of everyone in her way, she would make sure she was able to stay on that Earth. After all, it had been her sons’ Christmas wish.
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John Shelby- In Heaven Together
This was a request over on Wattpad. It’s a sad one. I cried writing this because I miss John!
Christmas Day started out as any other Christmas for John, Esme and the kids. YN the eldest of Johns kids was woken up by the younger kids and the dog all jumping on her bed. Esme made breakfast, they opened presents. Ada had also been over the day before to drop off presents. However everything changed when a car pulled up outside of the house
"Dad there's a car outside" YN says looking at the black car that's just pulled up the drive
"Get away from the windows and take your siblings upstairs" being the eldest child of all of Johns children she obliges as she watches her dad pick the shotgun up. YN ushers her siblings up the stairs as John opens the door "oh it's you" this immediately settles the young girl "got nothing better to do on Christmas morning?"
"You lot go up I won't be long" she tells her siblings. Being the ever so curious YN Shelby, she takes a peek at who's here. Michael? Why's dads cousin here? She asks herself
"Tommy wants everyone at Charlie's yard"
"What's gonna happen it's fucking Christmas man"
"Look, John, we don't have time for this" Esme rushes out the door to Michael
"Tell Tommy Shelby, we can look after ourselves"
"Tommy says that they could come for us today"
"Tommy says, Tommy says. Are you his fucking parrot?"
"Dad who's coming for us?" YN asks moving from her hiding position
"It's the Mafia alright! It's the New York mafia we're talking about" Michael should not hearing YN. She stands next to her dad looking at him with worried eyes
"Dad?"
"We're fine YN. We're the peaky fucking blinders"
"No we're not John. We're not the Peaky fucking Blinders unless we're together"
"Dad Michaels scaring me"
"You were together in the gallows with one man missing"
"John, come to the meeting. All right? Think about the kids" YN then starts to hear horse shoes getting closer
"Dad?" she says with a frown
"Come to the meeting and if you want to leave, then fine"
"No. It's Christmas Day" Esme replies "were the family now, we're staying at home" that when YN notices a man jump from behind a hay bail
"Dad!" YN screams. Immediately John pushes YN behind him getting his gun ready
"Get in the fucking house!" he yells. Michael grabs hold of the young Shelby and pushes her away just as more men appear. Esme closed the door behind her as the sound of gunfire becomes deafening. YN holds on to her step mum as tears fall down both their faces.
As soon as the men have left Esme throws the door open, running to John. YN slowly makes her way out. She sees both her dad and Michael on the floor, blood pooling around both of them
"Dad? your just pretending aren't you? A game? Right dad?"
"YN, inside" Michael chokes out. Esme's screams could be heard from a mile away, but the 14 year old girl was stood frozen.Tommy was the first to the scene with Finn and Arthur not far behind
"YN?" Tommy slowly approaches his eldest niece, still staring at the scene in front of her, she barley notices her uncles until Tommy stands in front so to shield YN from her dads body "YN?" he says again. Realisation suddenly hitting her like a ton of bricks. She had now lost her dad. He will have joined her mum in heaven
"He's gone isn't he?" she gasps as tears now spill out of her eyes "my dads dead" tommy wraps his niece up in his arms while Arthur tends to Micheal
"Shhh I got you"
"Mums dead, dads dead. Why couldn't things go back to the way they were when we only had the betting shop? If they did dad wouldn't have died"
"We've always had enemies YN"
"But now I'm alone" she cries into Tommys chests
"Your not alone. I promise your not alone" he whispers into YNs hair. YN pulls away from Tommy and kneels by her dad
"I love you dad" YN whispers giving her dad one last kiss on the cheek and hug before Tommy pulls YN off when it's time to move the body
"John loved you too, was smitten the moment you arrived on this earth"
"At least mom and dad are in heaven together"
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Holiday Helper
Title: Holiday Helper
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: Panic attack, stressful holiday gatherings, generally terrible relatives, hurt/comfort, handcuffs, and mentions of alcohol, anxiety, and PTSD
Summary: While celebrating Christmas with her large extended family, the reader gets overwhelmed and hides away in the bathroom. Bucky comes to find her when things take a turn for the worse.
A/N: This definitely won’t be my last holiday fic for the year, but I hope everyone that celebrated Christmas today got to spend it with people that they love (and that love them). As always, thank you for supporting me in all the ways you do. I’m thankful for each and every one of you! This fic is a submission for @foreverindreamlandd‘s Winter Wonderland Writing Challenge.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Heat stifled you from all sides, but you still managed to force a smile when your mother handed you a mug of hot chocolate. The prospect of drinking something so thick and warm made your stomach turn. As soon as she’s turned away to help manage the kids that had been running amok all morning, you set the mug down on the coffee table and downed the rest of your ice water.
On your left, Bucky caught your eye for a brief moment, frowning, but you shook your head and forced your umpteenth smile for the night, turning to your uncle.
“You want something stronger?” he asked, nodding at the mug you’d abandoned on the cluttered table.
You shook your head again. “No, thank you.” Your powers were already simmering below the surface of your skin, like a volcano ready to erupt, and adding alcohol into the mix wouldn’t fare well for anyone. It was hard enough to keep them hidden now that you were using them almost every day.
“Come on, let me get you a little something. We can make your hot chocolate the fun, adult version. I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind some.” He winked and you tried not to shudder as your expression became almost unbearably tight. One of the kids sitting nearby overheard and shouted out that they also wanted the “fun, adult version” of hot chocolate, but they were quickly shushed by a parent.
“Really, we’re fine. Thank you,” you insisted.
Bucky’s right hand found your thigh and squeezed gently. The warmth and pressure would have normally been welcome, but the day had been so taxing that his touch felt like needles. A shudder crawled up your spine before you could stop it. He pulled his hand away and turned to look at you fully. You couldn’t help but squirm; everything just felt wrong. The room was too loud, Bucky’s body was too close, the house was too hot…
You stood and wiped your palms on your thighs, smiling as best as you could at the family members who weren’t distracted by the dozens of gifts being unwrapped. Carefully, you stepped around the kids and their parents sitting on the floor, then over the discarded paper and gift bags littering the living room carpet. Nobody asked where you were going, and nobody seemed to think twice when you slipped up the stairs and locked yourself in the tiny guest bathroom on the third floor of your parent’s house.
After splashing cold water on your face, you lowered the lid of the toilet and sat down. Your whole body trembled. The bathroom was silent, but you could still faintly hear the noise of the party through the vents. A child screeched with joy at one of their gifts and you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut.
Several deep breaths and ten recitations of the mantras Bruce had recommended later, you still hadn’t calmed down. All your limbs tingled with pins-and-needles and their shaking had intensified. The sound from downstairs had grown into a constant ringing in your ears. A loud rushing noise accompanied the ring, bringing it to a decibel level you were certain mere humans couldn’t handle. It was too much for even you, and you curled in on yourself as glass shattered around you and something pelted against you from all sides.
A loud bang broke through the ringing and rushing in your ears. You jerked away from the noise, but something latched around your wrists and tugged you back, pulling at you until you felt it had sucked all the air from your lungs. Gasping, you fought against the invisible grip. It gave way with ease a few moments later, and then you found yourself sliding off the toilet and onto the floor, wedged between the porcelain bowl and the wall. Your legs were stuck up in the air and bent over the closed lid while a toilet brush dug painfully into your side.
When your eyes flew open and your fight reflex set in, Bucky stood a few feet away, his hands held up in surrender and his eyes filled with concern.
“Easy there,” he soothed. “I ain’t gonna hurt you, doll.”
You blinked, your chest still heavy as you tried to catch your breath, and looked around with wide eyes. Thankfully, the rushing and ringing in your ears was gone, making it just slightly easier to take in the state of the upstairs bathroom.
All around you, shower tiles lay shattered and displaced. Toilet paper had been strewn across the floor and the counter. The glass door of the shower was also shattered, and Bucky’s boots crunched over the glass as he waited for you to recalibrate yourself. A large crack stretched from one edge of the mirror to the other. Tiny spiderweb cracks spread across one of the corners, too. A plant lay in the broken remains of its pot, surrounded by soil and shards of terra cotta. Everything from the counter had been swept onto the floor, and the soap dispenser rolled in a half-circle until it came to a stop against the broken pot.
Swallowing thickly, you finally dragged your gaze down to your own body. You were unharmed with the exception of a pounding headache, dry mouth, and what felt like a thousand tiny cuts across the exposed skin of your face. A conjoined set of Stark handcuffs were fastened around your wrists, and the border of purple light around the thick outside edge proved that they were containing your powers, just as they were meant to do. Shame curdled in your gut.
“Bucky…” you began, your voice cracking as tears instantly welled up in your eyes.
He shook his head and stepped closer. You curled in on yourself, your legs dropping from the toilet. “Don’t,” he murmured. “Don’t do that to yourself. It’s not your fault.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, curling up into a ball on the floor and tucking your knees against your chest, inside the loop created by your cuffed wrists. “Did I hurt anyone?” you asked.
“Just you, and the bathroom, but I’m more worried about you right now. Is this why you were hiding? You felt an episode coming on?”
He was partially right, but you didn’t acknowledge that. Your powers acted up whenever you got overwhelmed. It’s something you’d been working on with the team, Bruce and Natasha in particular, but the others knew the signs of one of your “episodes”. They were always the same—itching or discomfort in your own skin, an aversion to touch and noise, and the desire to hide away from people. You’d been stupid to miss them yourself. You should’ve known that an episode would happen today—you knew how stressful it would be to spend Christmas with your whole family. You’d developed the signs over years of having to hide your abilities from them. They still didn’t know, but the current state of the bathroom reminded you that this may be your last few minutes of peace before they discovered you were enhanced.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered against your knees.
“I’m not angry with you, sweetheart,” Bucky answered. He’d crouched down to your level, bringing his voice closer to you, and you sniffled. Part of you wanted to reach out and cling to him and the comfort he brought, but the rest of you wanted to curl up and hide away from the world until all of this blew over.
“I should’ve told you.”
“Maybe,” he said. “But lots of people get overwhelmed and overstimulated around the holidays, right? I should’ve made sure we had time to take a break by ourselves after dinner. As your partner, it’s my job to take care of you, so that one’s on me, sweetheart. I could’ve used a break, too. In fact, I was coming to find you to ask if you’d be willing to leave when I realized what was actually going on.”
He shifted and glass crunched underneath him. When you peeked open an eye to see what he was doing, he leaned his head back against the towel hanging on the wall across from the toilet. His legs stretched out in front of him, his right leg almost bumping the opposite side of the toilet from you. He kept his eyes closed, but you knew he could feel you watching him.
“Are you okay?” you asked after a moment.
Bucky hummed. He was quiet for a few seconds before he answered, “Better now that we’re away from everyone. It was pretty loud down there. Crowded, too.”
“I hadn’t expected everyone to come this year. Mom said that last year there were only ten people.”
“I have to admit, when you said your Christmases growing up were always crazy, I didn’t really believe you. I never had a Christmas with this much going on at once. I don’t blame you for wanting to hide,” Bucky replied.
His acknowledgment that you’d been hiding from your own family should have made you feel bad, but Bucky somehow always made you feel better in situations where it should be the opposite. He understood what it was like to hate being surrounded. While he didn’t have the same destructive abilities you did, he worked with some of the same people you did to manage his anxiety, PTSD, and triggers. He knew the techniques you used to calm your nerves and stay in control because they were the same as his.
“You feeling better?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts and you opened your eyes all the way. He still sat in the same position, though the towel had started to slide off the bar on one end and was perilously close to dropping on his head.
You nodded, though he couldn’t see you. “The cuffs help,” you told him. “You help too.”
A small smile appeared on Bucky’s face and he opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. “Good. Consider me your official holiday helper. I’m here as long as you need me.”
When you couldn’t help but smile back, you knew you were finally feeling more like your normal self. Bucky’s shoulders relaxed against the wall as you carefully untucked your chin from your knees and stretched your legs out in front of you, just like him.
The two of you sat in silence for a few more minutes, until finally you couldn’t take the toilet brush pressing up against your spine any longer. Bucky seemed to read your thoughts because he stood and held out both hands to help you up from the floor. The towel fell as you took them gratefully, then carefully climbed to your feet. Your legs shook a little while you adjusted to being upright again, and your stomach growled, but after a moment you felt ready to walk.
Silently, Bucky shed his jacket and draped it over the cuffs. The only key was at the compound, locked up in Stark’s lab, meaning you’d have to wear them the rest of the way home. It didn’t bother you, but you could tell from one look at Bucky’s face that he felt terrible about cuffing you.
“It’s okay,” you reassured him. “I’m alright. You did what you needed to do to help me and keep everyone safe.”
He sighed. “I know, but—”
“No buts,” you said, shaking your head. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, knowing that if you tried to aim for his lips you’d probably lose your balance. “I promise it’s okay. I trust you.”
After taking a deep breath, Bucky nodded and opened the bathroom door. You followed him a few steps out into the hallway.
“Wait! What about the bathroom?” you hissed. You leaned past him to check that no one was coming up the stairs who might overhear.
He turned and looked at you, then glanced over your shoulder at the open door. You’d left the light on, and from where you stood, only a few of the tiles you’d accidentally ripped from the shower were visible.
“I’ll say it was me. I got overwhelmed and lashed out.”
The guilt was back again, squeezing at your heart, but there was something else there, too.
“Bucky…”
“It’s okay, doll,” he said, shaking his head. He gave you a small smile. It didn’t quite reach his eyes, but you knew he was only smiling to reassure you. “I’ve got broad shoulders. I can handle it.”
“But you don’t have to. I could tell them—”
He cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. “Are you ready to do that?”
Reluctantly, you answered, “Well, no, but—”
“Then you don’t have to. Your powers can stay a secret as long as you’d like. I can take the blame. Stark will foot the bill to fix it, you know he will. What’s one more ruined bathroom on my ledger?”
The thought of there somewhere being a list of bathrooms Bucky had ruined made you smile a little bit, and this time, Bucky’s returning smile reached all parts of his expression.
“Just add it to the list, huh?” you teased.
He huffed, still smiling, and started walking away. You followed him down the hall, then let him stabilize you as you carefully descended the two flights of stairs to the ground floor of your parent’s house. Chaos still reigned, and you clung close to his side as Bucky led you by the elbow through the throngs of extended family members crowding the living room and kitchen.
It seemed nobody had noticed you leave, nor did they notice your return. They did, however, notice when Bucky started to collect all your belongings and presents while you stood there in silence with his jacket draped over your arms.
“Sweetheart, where are you going?” your mom asked. She climbed over your twin cousins to put a hand on your shoulder. Everyone’s eyes fell on you and conversations began to hush.
It took every ounce of willpower not to shy away from her touch, but you shifted your weight from one foot to the other as you frantically tried to come up with an excuse. Bucky noticed, of course, because he quickly came to your rescue.
“Ma’am, I’m so sorry, but I need to leave. Y/N wanted to stay, but we’ve got plans later with some friends of mine and it’s easier if we leave together,” he said. His Brooklyn accent coated each word like honey, and you knew he was hamming it up a little bit for her sake. “I need to apologize, too. I left a bit of a mess in your upstairs bathroom. I wasn’t feeling too well.”
Your mom’s face twisted in sympathy and she patted Bucky’s arm. If you hadn’t known her as well as you did, you would’ve missed the way her eyebrows pinched together when the prosthetic didn’t give way under her touch, but it made the frustration inside of you rear its ugly head when you did. He’d kept his arm well under wraps since meeting your family. Some of them had probably figured out who he was, but they’d kept it themselves, and you were thankful. Bucky had deserved a restful holiday, not one where he felt pressured to be something or somebody he wasn’t.
“Oh, that’s okay, sweetheart,” she replied. “I hope you feel better soon.”
Bucky nodded and smiled politely, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders. He held the gifts and your bag and jacket in his other hand, up out of the way of children’s sticky fingers and the drinks and food scattered across every flat surface imaginable.
“Thank you. Y/N can send you the address for any cleaning or repairs you’ll need on the bathroom. I’ll cover everything.”
“Repairs? What—”
Before she could even ask, Bucky had whisked you away from her and out into the cold. You called back a “Merry Christmas” to your mom and the rest of your family just as the front door slammed behind you.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you home so we can get these off, yeah?”
You nodded and let Bucky help you into the passenger seat of his car. He buckled your seatbelt before loading the gifts into the trunk and climbing into the driver’s seat. Your breath blew out in white puffs as he turned the key in the ignition and buckled his seatbelt. The car had been sitting outside so long that the windshield was covered with frost, but it defrosted quickly. You were on your way in minutes, and most of your family was none the wiser.
Snow began to fall as Bucky drove back to the compound. You leaned your head against the window, ignoring the cold as the flakes fell steadily all around you. At some point, his hand wandered to rest on your thigh, and you smiled the rest of the way home.
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Jump, Then Fall
Summary: Having been friends with Jonathan for so long it’s getting harder to deny your growing feelings for each other without the fear of ruining your friendship. Jonathan x best friend reader, Friends to lovers, cute and fluffy
A/N: love the fictional trope but personally in real life I’m against dating your friends or at least your best friend. Like bro that is truly awkward if y’all break up cause you got to find a new best friend. Anyway this is my first Jonathan Byers fic and I’m just trying to get back in the habit of writing over Christmas break so hope y’all enjoy and expect more from me soon.
Panic rushed in as you saw the clock beside your bed, you overslept. Not by much, but enough that you could only pray to get out to the bus in time. You ran around your room getting ready, forgoing breakfast and plenty of other things as you checked the time again. Grabbing your bag, you bolted out into the yard as you could just make out the bus at the bus stop a couple of houses down. You didn’t even make it halfway down your driveway as you watched it pull away, leaving you in the dust.
That was it, you were fucked. There was one last viable option, but you would have to catch him first. You grabbed your old rusted up bike and took off down the road to the Byers residence.
It wasn’t but a 10-minute bike ride, a ride you were quite familiar with. You spent half your time over at their house, ever since you were young, your parents could find you there on any given afternoon.
You felt so thankful to see your best friend's car still parked in his driveway, and you ditched your bike on the lawn. You knocked on the door winded from your bike ride and were happy to be greeted by Mrs. Byers.
“(Y/n), sweetie, what are you doing here?” She said, ushering you into the house.
“I missed the bus again, and I was hoping to catch Jonathan and get a ride to school.”
“He’s brushing his teeth. Here come in the kitchen, have you eaten yet?”
“No, I skipped breakfast in hope of saving time.” You sighed as the panic you felt since that morning began to disappear.
“Well, you got time now, so eat.” She commanded as she set you down at the table that still had eggs toast and bacon set out. Will was also sitting at the table eating his breakfast.
“Hey Will.”
“Hey (y/n), late again?”
“Yep,” you sighed as you fixed yourself a plate. “Whatcha working on?”
“It’s a scene from our latest campaign. We came across a salamander creature that almost got us, but luckily, I had a spell that saved us at the last minute.”
“Sounds like quite the quest,” you smiled, continuing to eat and listen as he filled you in on his latest campaign.
“Alright kid, you can finish your story later. You have to go brush your teeth.” Joyce said as she took Will's plate away, shooing him off down the hall.
Jonathan finally emerged into the kitchen ready for school. His hair was still a bit damp, and you tried not to notice. He wasn’t even shocked by your presence in his house. “Overslept?”
“Yep.” You nodded, taking note of how his voice was a bit deeper this early in the morning.
“What about that alarm clock I got you for Christmas?”
“Still slept through it, just by ten minutes, though.”
“I told you I can just give you a ride every day. You don’t have to ride the bus.”
“My parents are too proud to let me accept that offer and too stubborn to get me a car of my own.”
“How did you get here?”
“I rode my bike.”
“The old rusty one that can’t even stand up right?”
“The very same.”
He laughed, just a small little laugh. The same old usual small laugh you got from him, but it still hit you all the same.
“Will, hurry, we gotta go.” Jonathan called down the hall. You snapped yourself back to reality and stood up, thanking Mrs. Byers for the breakfast.
Jonathan dropped Will off at the middle school, and you couldn’t help, but admire how sweet he was with his brother.
He was telling you something now, speaking to you, telling you a story or something, but you were lost. Just staring at him, you do that a lot these days. You two have been friends for years, but you’ve always wanted more, always liked Jonathan. As you’ve gotten older, it's harder to deny how much you wanted to be with him. Even now, as he talked to you, all your brain could hear was “we should be together.”
“So you want a ride home in the afternoon or are you taking the bus back? I mean, I can give you a ride, and you just come back to the house for dinner tonight.”
How he hadn’t noticed yet how dazed you were around him, you had no idea. “Yeah, totally, sounds fun.”
The afternoon passed, and soon you found yourself laying on Jonathan's bed, ignoring your homework and choosing to instead stare at the ceiling.
“Have you figured out problem number 4?” Jonathan asked from where he sat on the floor beside the bed.
“No,” you laughed.
“Are you even trying?”
“Nope, I gave up when we started.”
He sighed, laughing as he tossed the books aside and plopped down on the mattress with you. “This math class is going to kill me. Who needs math anyway?”
“We do, apparently.”
You smiled, turning on your side to face him. He was smiling at you just the same, with his hair lightly falling into his face. You could feel your heart speed up as you reached out and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You loved moments like this, just you and him together where you’ve always been.
Things have been different for a while now. You both could feel it. The little brushes of hands had become a bit more frequent, comfortable silence in the extra bits of closeness like this. This couldn’t be one-sided, you thought.
Oh what a dumb thought because it was the last straw to push you forward as you lightly kissed Jonathan before you could change your mind.
You pulled away in shock, both of you staring at each with identical expressions. Both of you set up and slightly away from each other as you process.
“Did I just?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“And we just?”
“Mmmhm.”
“I have been thinking about that all day.” You sighed, almost relieved.
“Really?” He seemed surprised.
“I mean, yeah.” You sat for a moment before you got the courage to look over at him. “Well say something.”
“I don’t know what to say. I… I mean, you’re my best friend (y/n).” Jonathan stood up and started pacing. “I mean, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about you that way, but I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I mean, you’re my best friend!”
“Well, maybe I want to be more than just your best friend. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have just kissed you randomly, but I think you want more too.” He didn’t respond and continued to pace.
You stood up and grabbed his hands. “Jonathan, will you just look at me.” You could see the worry in his eyes, you’d known him long enough to know he feared what this might mean. “Don’t forget, I can read your thoughts.” You joked. “Better you just say them out loud and save us both some time.”
“You know I like you too, but I would rather not ruin our friendship. Other than my mom and will you’re all I got. I mean, we’ve been best friends since we were kids, since as early as I can remember.”
“So? I have loved you since as early as I can remember. I would rather not mess this up either, but no one’s ever been there for me like you have. You mean a lot to me and I need you in my life, so I’m not going to let this get ruined. No one has ever cared for me the way you do.” You still held his hands in yours, tracing circles as you smiled reassuringly.
“And I liked to think I’ve been there for you, too. So I know it’s a bit risky, but I’m asking you to take a leap of faith with me. Jump, then fall into me.” Doing your best to smile, but a small bit of doubt creeped in. What if this was all in your head, and you pushed him too far this time and this wasn’t what he wanted.
Before those thoughts could carry you away in a downhill spiral, you felt his hands cup your face as he pulled you in for another kiss. Not a light brush like before, but a real deep kiss.
He pulled you in close, your hands resting on his chest as he kissed you. Only pulling away just enough to get air as you both rested your foreheads together.
“Just jump, then fall.” He repeated quietly. “Means you’ll catch me right.” He laughed, that same laugh that had you dazed just this morning. “Because if you're just going to drop me, I should just go.” He said, smiling as he attempted to pull away.
“Oh no you don’t” you laughed as you tugged him back into another kiss.
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fractured
eleven: the superspy
chapter summary: Kate rushes to find her father with Joyce, Bob, Mike, and Will before something terrible happens to him. Steve does something he should have done a long time ago.
chapter warnings: language
word count: 2.5k
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STEVE NEVER THOUGHT that he would be the one to officially break up his relationship with Nancy Wheeler, but he knew it was past time to do so. As he approached the Wheelers' home, roses in hand, he knew it was time to officially break off the relationship he fought so hard for in the first place.
Steve had come to the realization after spending so much time with Kate that he didn't love anyone else the way he loved her. She truly was perfect for him, and it had taken him much too long to actually do something about it. Now that he was older, he realized that he had made so many stupid decisions regarding Kate, so many mistakes. He couldn't believe it had taken him so long to realize he was in love with her. For example, if you thought for years that your first kiss was going to be your best friend, you didn't like them like a best friend. He wouldn't let himself make another mistake with her, never again.
He knew for what it was worth, his and Nancy's relationship had been over for a long time, perhaps before it had even truly begun. It was a thought that he had gotten used to, especially because last he'd heard, Jonathan and Nancy had already been together since the Halloween party. Even if they'd never technically broken up, he tried to brush it off. That's why he wanted to talk to Nancy about officially ending their relationship: he didn't want there to be any misunderstanding about anything. Even with all of that in mind, it still somewhat pained him to end something that he'd given up practically everything to have.
Even after everything he'd given up for their relationship, for Nancy, he knew it was for the best: it was his first step to permanently having Kate back, and possibly as even more than a best friend.
As he got closer to the Wheelers' front door, he started to mumble to himself. "Listen… I've been thinking… We should break up… I'm sorry." He lowered his voice even more. "I'm sorry? What the hell am I sorry for?"
Before he could continue on with his rambling, however, someone called out to him. "Steve."
He turned to find Dustin Henderson standing in the driveway, a boy he had never spoken more than two sentences to.
He knew of Dustin, as well as his friends, because of Nancy's brother Mike. During his and Nancy's relationship, he had seen the kids at the Wheelers' house multiple times, mostly because they all liked hanging out at Mike's place (more specifically in the basement). While he had seen the kids, including Dustin, multiple times, he couldn't think of a time where he'd actually talked to any of them. Steve knew that Kate knew them well enough: he knew that they all got Christmas and birthday presents from her that year, and she would also give them rides home if it was raining, telling them that she'd take them to school the next morning if they'd leave their bikes behind. With that being said, he couldn't quite figure out why Dustin was outside of the Wheelers' house and not inside.
"Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?" he asked.
Steve looked down to the bouquet of roses in his hand. "No."
"Good." Dustin quickly snatched the roses out of his hand, walking in the direction of Steve's car.
"Hey, what the hell? Hey!"
"Nancy isn't home."
"Where is she?" Steve asked. Of course she wasn't home—that really blew the plans he'd already made in his head for that night.
"Doesn't matter. We have bigger problems than your love life." Dustin opened the door to Steve's car, almost like he was going to get inside. "Do you still have that bat?"
"Bat? What bat?"
"The one with the nails?" Dustin asked, moving the bouquet of roses around like it was the weapon.
"Why?"
"I'll explain it on the way," he said, moving to sit in the passenger's seat.
"Now?"
"Now!" Dustin shouted at him as he ran to the other side of the car.
Steve, once again, had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Once the sun had set, the tension in the Byers' car had increased. Kate had only been listening to the others in the car as she stared out the window, trying not to make herself sick. She could only hope their map was right.
"There's nothing. There's nothing here," Mike said.
"Are… Are we close?" Joyce asked.
"We're in the vicinity."
"What's that mean, the vicinity?" Joyce asked again.
"It means we're close. I don't know. It's not precise," Bob replied.
"But we did all that work!" she shouted.
"I told you, the scale ratio is not exactly one-to-one. We needed to take—"
"Turn right!" Will shouted suddenly.
"What?"
"I saw him."
Kate's heart skipped a beat, then started to thump quickly whenever it started back up again. "Where?"
"Not here. In my now-memories!"
"In your what?" Bob asked.
"Now-memories" was how Will and Joyce described the visions he'd been getting, the ones that linked him to the Upside Down. While there was more terminology he used to describe what he was going through, Will's now-memories had been the most important to them as of late.
"Turn right!"
Without a second thought, Joyce immediately turned the steering wheel, flying right through the sign to the pumpkin patch. Every person in the car screamed until they stopped right in front of Hopper's SUV, almost tapping the back of it.
They'd found him.
"Are you okay?" Joyce called, looking to the backseat for only a second.
"Superspy," Mike replied.
"What's Jim doing here? Joyce?"
"Boys, Kate, I need you to stay here."
"No, Mom, Mom, Mom, it's not safe," Will whined.
"He's my dad! He's not safe!" Kate shouted.
"That's why I need you to stay here! Stay here!" she said firmly, getting out of the car with Bob. Once they'd left, Joyce immediately started calling for the man. "Hopper!"
Kate only watched as the two adults slipped down the hole that her father, presumably, had dug and gone down into himself. As they sunk down into the hole in the ground, her stomach started to churn. "I need some air."
Without another word, she stepped out of the car, leaning on the side of her dad's SUV. As she began to get lightheaded, she could only watch as the two boys also stepped out of the car, only staring at the whole in front of the two cars.
"Do you see anything?" Mike asked his friend. "I mean, in your now-memories?"
Will only shook his head in response.
Before anyone else could add to the conversation, cars, seemingly coming out of nowhere, started to flood the pumpkin patch.
"What the hell?" Kate asked, squinting as the headlights started to multiply. She moved to stand defensively in front of the boys, using her arm to shield her eyes from the bright headlights. When her eyes had finally adjusted, she found the cars to be none other than vans with "Hawkins Electricity" written on the side of them.
The vans belonged to Hawkins Lab.
As people stepped out of the vans wearing either suits or protective gear, the other three felt awkward and out of place. Out of nowhere, however, Will grunted and fell to the ground, starting to seize.
Mike and Kate dropped down to the ground next to him almost immediately, trying to hold him still.
"Will? Will, you okay?"
"Hey, hey, it's okay," Kate said reassuringly, her eyebrows furrowing together as she tried holding him still.
When Will only screamed in pain, seizing even faster than Kate thought was humanly possible, the other two could only step back to watch him in horror.
Kate had barely been able to catch up with Mike as they carried Will in a stretcher down to the operation room.
She had only seen her father for a second before he had been shoved into one of the vans owned by the lab—he had thrown her his keys, telling her to drive the SUV back to the lab. She hadn't seen him since then, ut had only followed his directions.
When she finally pulled into the lab, she police-parked her dad's SUV (the way he certainly always seemed to do so), running after Bob, Mike, and the Byers as Will was wheeled into the lab on a gurney. As the boy screamed in agony, she had to stop herself from sobbing. She only wished there was something she could do for him to alleviate the pain he'd had.
Once they'd made it to a room, the doctors in the lab quickly began to analyze him. "Heart rate two-twenty. Temperature one hundred and six. Will, where does it hurt?"
"All… over…," Will groaned through his oxygen mask.
"She says he feels like he's burning. Check for burns," an older doctor said, Dr. Owens.
They split his shirt open, revealing no burns on his chest at all, but only sweaty, pale skin. "I don't see anything."
"Where does it hurt the most, Will?"
"Everywhere! Everywhere!"
Kate could only watch as Joyce sobbed and Bob held her close—she couldn't help but let a tear fall as Mike clung to her for comfort.
Steve never thought he'd find himself with a thirteen-year-old boy on a Saturday night.
Dustin didn't plan on bringing up the second bouquet of roses he'd found in the passenger's seat, which he'd since moved to the back to try and keep intact. He had a strong feeling about who they were for, especially since he'd found Steve obviously trying to break up with Nancy.
Steve, however, wanted to slap himself—his plans for the night had been completely derailed. His plans for that Saturday night were to, after breaking up with Nancy, of course, to find Kate and tell her about how he felt. He'd planned to bring her roses and everything, the bouquet still sitting in his car. Even though he was pretty sure Kate hated cheesy stuff like that, he didn't care. Considering he didn't chicken out, his plan was to tell her that he was in love with her and had been for a very, very long time. If she felt the same way (which he really, really hoped she would), he'd even planned the perfect date for the two of them.
As "Hammer to Fall" played on the radio, one of the songs off of the new Queen album Kate liked so much, he only thought about her more. He thought back to when she had been with him again.
She'd been sitting in the passenger's seat, and they had been driving back from Melvald's back to his house. Whenever she'd heard the first couple of seconds of "Hammer to Fall," she'd immediately turned the volume up. "I love this song!"
"It just came out!" he'd shouted over the radio, the entire car thumping.
"And?" she'd replied, stifling a laugh as she sang along to the radio.
He couldn't have stopped himself from smiling and laughing even if he'd wanted to as she'd tried to shout over the music, butchering the song entirely. "How the hell do you know the words already!"
"It's catchy, okay!" she replied, taking a break during one of the instrumental breaks. "I like Queen!"
"Yeah, no shit!"
Steve had been pulled back to reality when Dustin explained the situation that he'd been dealing with, especially when he had used the words "baby Demogorgon" to describe the creature currently locked in his storm cellar.
"Wait a sec. How big?" he finally asked.
"First it was like that," Dustin said, using his hand to show the original size of his former pet Dart. "Now he's like this."
"I swear to God, man, it's just some little lizard, okay?"
"It's not a lizard!"
"How do you know?"
"How do I know if it's what?"
"how do you know it's not just a lizard!" Steve shouted. Even if he didn't want to be distracted when he had much more important priorities, for example, Kate, he certainly only hoped Dustin was bothering him about some type of oversized lizard—he couldn't take the creature being anything else.
"Because his face opened up and he ate my cat," Dustin replied.
Steve hesitated but nodded once reluctantly. While that sounded just like the Demogorgon that he'd encountered last year, what Dustin had described was much too small to be another one of those.
Once they'd pulled into Dustin's driveway, Steve popped the trunk of his car to retrieve his bat, and they walked to the cellar that had been latched shut by a lock and chains.
"I don't hear shit," Steve said to the younger boy, still staring at the closed cellar doors seemingly with fear.
"He's in there," Dustin replied, still showing fear.
Steve hesitated, but he finally tapped the door with the bat.
Nothing.
He hit the door harder—whatever had supposedly been in there would have had to hear his knocking this time.
Nothing again.
Steve turned to Dustin, pointing his flashlight in his face. "All right, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you're dead. All right?"
"It's not a prank," Dustin replied, squinting at the light. "Get that out of my face."
"You got a key to this thing?" Steve asked, lowering the flashlight from his face. Whenever they finally got it open, he kneeled down next to the gaping dark hole of the cellar, looking into its seemingly endless tunnel down. He pointed the flashlight down the stairs, seeing absolutely nothing.
"He must be further down there," Dustin explained nervously. "I'll stay up here in case he tries to escape."
Steve looked back up at Dustin and shook his head once, sighing as he began his descent into the cellar from hell.
Once he'd made it down, he pulled the string to the cellar light, immediately noticing something on the floor. He held it up with his bat, studying it. He couldn't figure out what it was—it almost looked like a layer of skin that had been shed. However, before he could analyze it for long, he noticed something even more worrisome in the corner.
Startling Dustin slightly, he shined the flashlight back up at the boy to get his attention. "Get down here."
Steve showed the boy the molted skin, holding it up with his bat. Dustin replied, "Oh shit." However, when he pointed to the hole in the wall, seeming to tunnel somewhere, Dustin replied even louder, "Oh shit!"
Both of them moved closer to the hole in the wall, which had been created by pulling the bricks out of the cellar wall, tunneling into the ground. "No way."
Steve almost didn't want to know where those tunnels lead.
Almost.
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Benevolence: Part 1
Summary: You and Ellie go on your first run, but it’s not a normal one. It’s not supplies the two of you are trying to find, but something more important.
Warnings: cursing
Authors Note: This is my first ever X-Reader I’ve done, so feel free to leave comments or ask for specific stories! I’m used to writing this much but recently I’ve wanted to dip my toe into some Tumblr writing, so here we are!
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A snowstorm just movie through Jackson, so the frost on the windows had yet to melt. You loved it when it snowed in Jackson. It felt like Christmas everyday. The kids would get out early to throw snowballs at each other, and with them running around, that also included the adults having less work to do and more paying attention to the kids. They had to make sure the kids didn’t get frostbite.
Though you loved the snow, it didn’t stop you from your duties. You woke up at the same time every day, six in the morning. Weekends you gave yourself a break from the work and consistent horror that ran your life.
You wished things were back to normal, that you would wake up one morning and suddenly everything was the way it was. The constant murmur of people on the street, the noise pollution. The knowing that you would be getting a paycheck every two weeks to pay useless bills.
You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, sitting up as you looked over to your favorite reading chair. The same chair you used to read terrible comics that you bring back from runs. Though you had to give it to the comics, they gave you some good laughs.
The same reading chair was holding a warm pair of jeans a heavy, but soft jacket. The mere thought of having that jacket around you filled you with warmth and happiness. In this Jackson City cold, you needed the warmth more than ever on runs.
As you walked over to the chair, you felt a sudden rush to quickly get dressed. Your partner was always Jesse, since your last partner found her family and left Jackson. You were with him until someone else came of age and helped you, so you’ve been going on runs for about a year.
Everyday Jesse would come to your door, knocking on the door as if he was a lost dog. Looking for where you were, he even went as far as going next door sometimes and asking the neighbors if you came home the day before. He acted as if he was completely responsible for you. You'd be lucky to get out on time so he wouldn’t come to the door.
You were putting your tank top over your head as you heard a knock at the door. You adjusted it at the bottom before grabbing your jacket, quickly putting it on before you walked over to the door. To your surprise, there was only knock, not multiple like Jesse often did.
“Giving me time to get ready, I see. Thanks for not scratching at the door.” You said with a smirk as you opened the door. To your surprise, it wasn’t Jesse at the door, but Ellie Williams. She was Joel Miller’s surrogate daughter and was well known around Jackson. She was also kind off your crush. You didn’t spend a lot of time with her but when you did, she was always very kind and open. “Oh... Shit.”
Your face went hot, and at that, Ellie began to laugh. It was a mix or snorts and giggles.
"You got a mutt problem?" She asks with a smile, leaning against the door. She has the same mannerisms as Jesse in some way, like trying to act cool. You notice it immediately, the second her right hand lay against the door and her other hand lay on her hip. The classic hottie move. Though, you wouldn't consider her the hottie. Jesse was a hottie, or at least he acted that way, and you knew he knew it. Ellie was different. You'd consider her the cutie, because she tried so hard to be the hottie but she fails miserably and somehow makes it adorable.
Her freckles, her voice, her laugh, everything. You were obsessed with it. You could never get enough.
“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?”
“Oh, yes?” You snap back to reality, noticing Ellie’s expression went from carefree to tired. “Sorry.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just tired.” You reply, grabbing your bag on the floor as you throw it over your shoulder. “Where’s Jesse?”
Ellie looks around before she pushes you back inside your home, closing the door behind her. You blush a soft red, but soon notice her face flash with worry.
“I shouldn’t be telling you this. Joel is supposed to be telling everyone when we meet up at the stables... But, I can’t keep it from you until then. You don’t deserve it, Jesse would want you to know.” Ellie lays her hands on your shoulders. You scrunch your nose in response, wondering what was wrong with your friend.
“Ellie, you’re freaking me out. Just tell me.” You tell her, laying your hand on her wrist.
She kisses her teeth before she speaks. “Jesse is missing. He didn’t come back from his run last night, but we think he is at the old radio station a few miles away.”
“And how do you know this?” You ask, confused as to how Jesse could go missing. “He knows Jackson and a hundred miles in every direction so well you’d think he was born here.”
“Yes, I know. I asked Joel the same thing when he told me, but all he said was that the last time he heard from him was yesterday morning, when he left. He hasn’t checked in since.” Ellie tells you, shrugging. “I may hate Joel, but I know he wouldn’t tell me these things unless he really thought it was important.”
You were surprised to hear Joel’s name come out of Ellie’s mouth. Though you knew they came to Jackson together a long time ago, you heard they had a falling out and didn’t talk much since then. It also wasn’t any of your business and you came to terms with that fact after you asked around. Nobody else knew what happened either.
“So, what are we going to do?” You ask her, raising an eyebrow. She smirks as you ask, letting go of your shoulders.
“We’re blowing this place and going out on our own. We have to find him, and it has to be us. He would do the same for me or you, and I know that if we find him, he’d want it to be us.”
“What about Dina? She’s dating him, she should come with us.”
“Dina can’t know. Joel won’t let me tell her.” Ellie answers, shaking her head. “And you can’t tell her either.”
“You have to tell her!” You say, shaking your head in disbelief. “She’ll freak out on us if she figures out we kept it from her!”
“If she figures out. I don’t want to keep it from her either, but we can’t have her running around. You know how Dina is, she does her own thing and can get messy. She’s smart, but she gets worried too easily.” She turns around, opening the door to your home.
“You sound like Joel. Always bossing people around and-”
“Don’t every compare me to him.” Ellie says with a stern look, turning back to you as she holds the door open. “Don’t.”
“Okay... Sorry.”
Part 2
You and Ellie take to the stables, grabbing horses and sneaking your way out of Jackson to go find Jesse. You both come face to face with news, and you both wonder is Jesse is the only person in trouble, or if there is more at stake!
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Can we pretty please get some more of the Stranger Things Polycule series? I’m a sucker for the entire idea, plus the way you write Eddie and Robin, soooo good! 🥺
yes after christmas i plan to post more!! here's a little clip from the next part with nancy!
“There’s no way,” Nancy gasped, wishing she could see Robin's face over the phone as she explained what happened the night prior.
“I’m not kidding, we had sex and she wants to do it again sometime,” Robin explains further. “God, I can’t wait to rub it in Eddie’s face that I got to fuck her first.”
“I’m going to have to make a move then, too,” Nancy feels a twinge of jealousy spread throughout her body, for which girl she’s not sure, she just knows it’s there.
“Not satisfied with Steve??” Robin teases her.
She sighs, “you have no idea how boring it is when you’re also a dom, Steve wants to be in control but so do I and then we just end up hate fucking, it’s annoying...”
“Sex with men, in general, is probably annoying,” Robin sympathizes. “I’m just glad I never had to pretend at all, I think I would’ve died if I had to fuck a man, even once.”
“Some are good, like Eddie...” Nancy lets it slip.
“Excuse me?” She can hear Nancy sit right up, almost screaming down the line. “Since when?”
“Last week after movie night, I stayed back to help him clean up after Steve took you two home and one thing led to another and suddenly I had him cuffed to the bed and used him like a dildo...”
“Holy shit,” Robin can’t believe it. “I never would’ve seen that coming.”
“He called me mommy,” she can’t help but smirk, “it was really good.”
“This isn’t helping my fear that he’ll take Y/N from me,” Robin sighs. “You can’t take her either? Promise me you won’t fall in love with her or something?”
“I won’t,” Nancy promises. “Did you tell her you like her? Does she know you want to be with her?”
“Yeah,” she sighs and tosses her head back against the pillow. “She said she thinks she likes girls too… we kissed a few times and it was nice but I think I should give her some time to think about it before I bombard her with questions about dating me.”
“True,” Nancy agrees. “Can I hook up with her? Maybe then she’ll know for sure she’s into girls and if she likes you and how gentile you are?”
“She’s not my girlfriend, do what you want.”
Thats all Nancy needed.
The next morning at work she decides to write their little friend a note. “Meet me in the Library - Nancy” she added a few hearts and stuck them to Y/N files for the day, knowing she would rush through them to come and see her next door.
she’s in the basement of the Library working on the archives and doing research most days, always completely alone, unless Y/N came down to have lunch with her. She was used to no one bothering her there, and it was basically soundproof with all the books absorbing any noise made down there… it was a perfect spot for her to come onto them and an even better spot if something came of it.
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ARIANA GRANDE X MERCEDES VARNADO LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️ PART 20 of the continuation of the she's the one live story
Chapter 47 title: merry Christmas
Arianas point of view
Playing hide and seek with mercedes, Frankie and Samia was fun but also ended up with us getting in trouble and with both my mom and momma y/m/n and they sat us on the couch and started lecturing us about playing in the house and honestly, or was great to feel like a kid again and also, getting in trouble with all of them ended up being super funny for some reason and we'd occasionally look at each other when they said something weirdly or give us certain looks and it was beyond hard holding in our laughs and in the end we apologized for running around and stuff, after that we played some board games until dinner
We ate and talked ,the time passing fairly quickly and everyone was pretty tired afterwards, especially since we'd just flown in that morning and all so we said our goodnights and went to bed and I got a long peaceful sleep in the arms of my fiance, who is know waking me up with little kisses to my neck, face and shoulder and a little smile pulls at my lips and I snuggle closer, happily accepting more kisses and she takes me by surprise when the hand around my waist rise to my sides and she starts to tickle me, an embarrassingly shrill leaves my lips but mercedes doesn't even care ,she keeps tickling me ,an amused smile on her lips
"Wait wait, i have to- I have to pee as I sqeaul pushing her away and rushing to the bathroom to relieve myself and once I'm done, I wash my hands ,brush my teeth and head back and she's now sitting up against the headboard, phone in hand, with a little pout on her lips and seeing her pout makes me do the same and I go over and crawl up the bed, straddling her lap and resting my arms over her shoulders "What's wrong babe as I ask tilting her head up with my fingers under her chin and her eyes look into mine and she sighs "the label approved my ep but it won't be released until the 28th and I wanted it to be a Christmas gift to my fans but now it's gonna be late says mercedes
"Aww babe as I brush my fingers up through her hair and it's a lot longer now ,I wonder if she's going to cut it again, I liked her last cut but I also like her long hair, wait not the focus "baby I'm sure your fans won't mind, you just dropped an album so the fact that you're releasing an ep so soon is gift enough as I brush my thumbs over her baby hairs and watch her reaction which ends up being a nod and a small smile "yeah you're right says mercedes as she leans up and kisses me and I smile against her lips and kiss back ,letting my fingers tangle into her hair as she pulls my closer and a knock at the door pulls us apart and I move off her lap as she calls for whoever comes in
My mom leans her head in through the cracked door and smiles "good morning you two ,the photographer will be here soon says Joan "oh shoot, right, thanks momma as I smile at her and jump out the bed ,quickly heading to the closet and mercedes says good morning to my mom and waits to get up until she's gone and a glance at the mirror beside the closet puts mercedes in view and I swear she's getting more and more in shape and she isn't even doing anything and her stomach is getting flatter, arms toning up- my thoughts stop when I catch sight of the bulge in her underwear and I knew she was packing, I could feel it when I woke up but seeing it always does something to me
When she first told me about her packing on a regular, I was more than ready to support her through her figuring it out, I still am too and it's not like it matters to me either way, as long as she's comfortable and happy with herself, I'm happy but I won't act like I don't love it and she shoots me a quick wink before stepping into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked a little, the sound of the shower following shortly after and I would love nothing more than to join her but we're never quick so that's not the best idea with the photographer coming soon and while she's in the shower I get dressed, since I showered before bed last night and pulling on a knee length cream sweater Dress and my beige thigh highs
Then I set aside my big white puffer jacket and start on my makeup and just as I've finished straightening it, mercedes comes out ,still massaging lotion into her skin, as she walks to the edge of the bed where I laid her outfit out "thank you baby says mercedes as she smiles over at me before starting to get dressed and her outfit matches mine: some blue jeans, a cream sweater and cream timberland boots plus the brown denim fur lined coat and once we're both ready, mercedes hair curled with a couple strands falling over her forehead and we leave out and the photographer is coming in as we're walking down the stairs
Everyone is in the living room while my mom talks to him so I start organizing us ,I have my dad and mercedes move the coffee table since our first set of pictures will be in front of the fireplace and the second ones on the couch and the last ones outside and it takes the photographer a minute to set up in time which we grab something quick for breakfast and chat for a moment and when the photographer is ready he let's us know and we all go In front of the fireplace and during the indoor shots ,mercedes is being her usual self ,messing with everyone which brings even brighter smiles to our faces
She, Samia and Frankie do all kinds of goofy poses: mercedes laying on the floor in front of everyone in a playfully sexy way ,Frankie on mercedes back and Samia laying across Frankie's and mercedes arms and then outside we take some planned ,slightly formal type pictures and then it's back to shenanigans which starts with Samia throwing snow dead in mercedes face and my fiance freezes and retaliates and that starts a snowball fight between them, me and Frankie joining in at which it becomes siblings vs siblings and the whole while, pictures are being taken and I know the candid photos will be just as good as the planned ones and in the end it's all just a lot of fun but does result in us freezing our asses off
The four of us shivering go into the house about an hour after our parents and Nonna have gone in and my mom dismissed the photographer after talking about when we're going to get the pictures and such and in our room, me and mercedes quickly shed the snow covered, slightly damp, cold clothes and rush to the shower and hot water rains down on us ,effectively warming us from the outside in and a shiver rolls over mercedes after she's stepped from under the shower head and she's quick to wrap herself around me from behind and her chin rests on my shoulders as she presses closer
I just revel in the feeling of her warming body, there's nothing sexual about this shower and while it could be, this is just one of those intimate moments between us that doesn't go further than holding one another and her soft fingers play with mine and she presses a kiss to my neck "I think you might've gotten snow in my ear says mercedes with a little chuckle and I laugh out loud, giving a little pout when I see the frown on her face "awe I'm sorry baby as I say turning in her hold ,I lay my arms over her shoulders "had you worn earmuffs, it wouldn't've happened says Ariana "are you as her head tilts with a quirked brow "victim blaming says mercedes as she jokes and I roll my eyes at her dramatics
"Get off me big head as I playfully shrug her off ,smiling when she laughs and instantly wraps me back up in her arms with a kiss to my temple and we stay in there for a few more minutes, gently cleaning each other and just warming back up completely and then we get out, Changing into some clothes and mercedes once again fucking my mind up with these sweats while she's packing and after pulling on one of her sweaters that I packed, I step into my fuzzy slippers and we leave out and mercedes goes in search of samia and Frankie abs I head to the kitchen where I know my mom, Nonna and momma y/m/n are
They all have ingredients for Tomorrow night's dinner laid across the counters as all three of them work on their own dishes and prep and with a smile, I greet everyone in the kitchen, then asking my mom what she needs help with and she's quick to tell me to start peeling sweet potatoes so I find a free space at the counter and start that, all the while talking with them and momma y/m/n looks at me from her seat "have you and mercedes started any wedding planning says y/m/n as she asks occasionally glancing up from her task
"Um sort of as my response makes her raise an eyebrow "we decided to have the wedding in spring and we chose a theme but we're also taking our time, we- as a blush spreads across my cheeks "we know we're going to Last and we are getting married so we want to go at our own pace with the planning says Ariana abd they all nod along, proud and knowing grins thrown my way and in a way I don't think I'll ever get over how supportive my family is of this relationship, with my exes there were mixed opinions on the people I'd chosen to date ,excluding my dad of course and that whole thing sucks
I've said so many times before how special this is with mercedes and i know I've been engaged before, I've been in a number of relationships that ranged from serious to just having fun but with everything me and mercedes have been through has just continuously built my faith in this relationship and my dad hasn't really been around to see that ,which is one of the main reasons I think he isn't exactly 'pro mercedes ' which I've considered talking to him but there are a lot of pros and cons to doing that so I haven't decided and I don't want to bring it up and then me and my dad are fighting and I don't want to bring it up and mercedes be upset with me for it
I just don't know how either of them would respond to me stepping in and saying something "Ariana as I'm pulled from my thoughts be a familiarity gentle hand on my arm "What's wrong as my mom asks and blinking a few times, I look up at her and her soft eyes "do you think dad is ever going to come around to me and mercedes says Ariana and her shoulders Drop with a sigh and my mood instantly drops "I don't know sweetie as she tells me , combing her fingers through my hair "I stopped knowing what to expect from Edward a long time ago says Joan and I sigh, leaning my head over to rest on her shoulder
Momma y/m/n speaks up "I know it's hard to have that kind of tension between two people you love as she gives me an understanding nod "but you know mercedes, I think we all do as a round of agreeing nods "that girl isn't going to give up, she's very well aware of how much you love your father and how important it is that they get along, if not for their sake for yours says miss y/m/n and with a nod, I agree, thanking her for her encouraging words and as I work I think of what they said, momma y/m/n I'd right, my baby wouldn't give up trying to make things at least okay with my dad and admittedly though she's not who I'm worried about
For the remainder of my time in the kitchen, we talk ,every so often we discuss some wedding ideas but they respect that we're taking our time so it's not the dominating topic and our conversation takes us through the work and by the time the turkey is stuffed and seasoned and the sides are all prepped, we wrap everything up and store them in the refrigerator to cook tomorrow and they all stay in there a little longer, drinking wine and talking and I head out to find something else to do "you were right as I hesitate at the sound of my dad's voice in the living room and everyone was upstairs last time I checked so who he's talking to suprises me
My fiance replies "I'm sorry, right about what says mercedes and curiosity gets the better of me and I park my ass on the step around the corner and remain as silent as possible "I don't want this to be the reason my daughter is hurt and I as he heaves a sigh "I believe you when you say you don't want to hurt her so I'll try ,be cordial and stuff until we get to know one another well enough for me to accurately judge you says mister butera and the disbelievingly hopeful chuckle that leaves mercedes lips makes me smile and as I turn to head upstairs I catch her words of excitement towards my dad
I'm not expecting to run into Frankie at the top of the stairs, Samia beside him with a smile to me and my brother loops his arm through mine and turns me right around "come on sis, we gotta decorate says Frankie and honestly I almost forgot about that and back downstairs now, I find my dad and mercedes are bringing in tubs from the car and I instantly recognize them as the decorations my mom uses and some of them are new while others have been around since I was born or even before and my mom, Nonna and momma y/m/n finish up in the kitchen and come out to help us and for the next couple hours we move around decorating the house
Tinsel, lights, window decals, little ornaments and table lights, wreaths and the stockings and we don't go overboard outside but we do string some lights over the windows and a wreath on the door and then all our attention goes to decorating the tree ,wrapping it in red tinsel ,string of lights and then scattering ornaments on it, everyone choosing whatever color ornament they want and it's finished with the placement of a silver star on top and the gifts at the bottom and the rest of Christmas eve is spent together and the very first thing we do Is get Christmas eve boxes, it's a tradition momma y/m/n shared with us that they've always done
She and my mom got the boxes together, each one including little packets of hot chocolate, a personalized mug, a cute festive hat ,our favorite Christmas movie for Tomorrow and a small snack bag and after that we happily blast some Christmas songs, mercedes and Frankie handling the music for the most part and then we start baking cookies ,my fiance pouts damn near the whole time cause her decorating skills 'sucks' as she puts it which she only further believes when she looks at my cookies ,I won't lie, mine do look better but I wouldn't tell her that
We end the night with homemade pizza and a classic Christmas movie: how the grinch stole Christmas because tomorrow is going to be a long day, we call it a night when the movie goes off and admittedly I was seconds away from falling asleep anyway and being the sweetest soul ever, mercedes scoops me up into her arms, both of us telling everyone goodnight as she carries my tired ass upstairs abd a loud yawn leaving my lips when she sets me on the edge of the bed and sge smiles at me ,love in her eyes "you're so cute when you're sleepy says mercedes as a kiss is placed on my forehead, making a blush rise to my cheeks
"Only when I'm sleepy as I ask with a playful pout ,my gaze following her as she pulls our matching pajamas out, which are these cute fleece hooded burgundy onesis with snowflake designs on them and comes back over to me and setting the clothes down, she leans down a bit ,her fists pressing into the mattress besides my thighs "baby you're always cute even when you're sexy as hell you're cute says mercedes as her lips press against mine lightly "I don't know how you do it but you do says mercedes and playfully I flip my hair over my shoulder "it's a talent says Ariana
Mercedes laughs, shaking her head at me "girl as she stands up and grabs her pajamas "talkin bout a talent says mercedes as her laugh makes me smile and i can't help but watch as she changes, my eyes scanning over her body and before she can catch me ogling her, I change too and the next time I yawn ,it's like I can feel my energy gone from today's activities ss I quickly brush my teeth and clean my face before crawling into bed and the second my head hits the pillow my eyes are getting heavy and suddenly I feel a light weight on my neck, the weight goes from heavy to light as toulouse walks straight over my neck to lay in front of me
"Aye, you want to lay on the bed tonight goose as he quickly licks my nose before curling up and closing his eyes and I scratch behind his ears before letting my own eyes fall shut ,the last thing I'm aware of is mercedes wrapping her arms around me
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"MERRY CHRISTMAS " "MERRY CHRISTMAS " and beside me, mercedes groans loudly, arms tightening around me as she buries her face further into my neck ,Samia and Frankie shout the phrase again and mercedes sighs heavily and I chuckle softly, feeling the sleep ease off of me and just as I turn in mercedes hold, careful no to further disturb her or wake up toulouse, Frankie and Samia burst into the room and yet again they shout the phrase, except Samia comes over and throws herself onto mercedes back "please as my fiance whines "just another like 30 minutes says mercedes
"Nope, it's Christmas sis, we've got gifts to open and cookies to eat so let's go says Samia and when she gets up it's clear she expects mercedes to get up but her sister just remains laying down so Samia raises her hand high up and smacks mercedes butt and a loud shriek leaves her lips as mercedes pops up and quickly chases after the younger girl and Myron literally doesn't waste a second, his head pops up and one glance at mercedes had been has him running out of the room ,those two are practically inseparable at this point and it's adorable and I shake my head with a little smile, raising my eyes to my brother who walks over
"Merry Christmas sis says Frankie as he opens his arms and I accept his hug, returning the sentiment and once we pull away, I gently pick toulouse up and ease out of bed, setting him down, only for him to run straight to my brother and Frankie waits for me, toulouse in his arms while I brush my teeth and wash my face and he hands my baby back over before we head out together and we walk down the stairs right behind my dad and Nonna, all of us turning and going straight to the living room and my mom and momma y/m/n are the most awake people in the house right now, conversation going on between the two as they sip their coffee on the couch
It's not until the rest of us sit down with our morning drinks that mercedes and Samia come sprinting into the room "alright yall calm down now says momma y/m/n "come sit down so we can open these gifts says momma y/m/n and the varnado siblings still squabble a bit as they come over, Samia smacking mercedes neck and mercedes smacking Samias arm before mercedes sits beside me and her glare at Samia turns into a soft smile at me "good morning baby says mercedes giving me a kiss that I hum into, quietly speaking the words back and we both turn our attention back to our family
From there we all exchange gifts and everyone pretty much gets a mix of the same things: clothes, fragrances, jewelry, spa/vacation vouchers and electronics and I'm down to my last gift and the tag let's me know it's from mercedes and with yet another excited smile on my face, I peel the blue and white wrapping paper off and lift the top of the box and that smile turns to a frown when I pull a collar out and Samia snorts a laugh out "not you buyin yo fiance a collar says Samia as she mumbles and laughs and mercedes looks over at Samia, giving her that 'shut up' look before standing up "that's not the gift dummy says mercedes
And with that she goes down the hallway, disappearing into the door that leads to the basement where the spa/pool is and everyone exchanges confused looks, not sure what she could be getting me from the basement ,that curiosity quickly shifts to pure elation when I hear little nails clattering on the floor and turn around to see the cutest little puppy running over and my eyebrows raise as a smile takes over my face "oh my God as I coo picking him up and he leans his head forward to sniff at my face and once he decides I'm not a threat and gets a little more used to my scent, he licks my cheek and nuzzles his nose into my cheek
Mercedes comes back to reclaim her spot beside me and I look over at her "we always said we'd adopt a dog together right says mercedes "baby, I love him as I lean over and kiss her lips, raising a hand to cup her cheek "I love you says Ariana "I love you too babe Says mercedes as she leans back against the couch "he just needs a name and since I picked him out I figured you could name him says mercedes, awe and still smiling, I set the puppy on the couch "what about beau says Ariana and his little ears perk up at that and I scratch behind them "you like that name, beau says Ariana as if answering me, he licks my palm ,not missing a beat, I pull my phone out, call his name and take a picture of him and tapping over to Instagram, I just have to post about his little self
Mercedes picks the collar up from my lap, holds it up to everyone with a pointed gaze, before clipping it around the puppy's neck "for the dog, no son of mine gon be out here not lookin fresh says mercedes pulling her phone out "ain't that right beau says mercedes and he looks over at her and she takes a picture as well that goes on Instagram and over on the other couch, my family coos ,even my dad looks at the puppy with soft eyes, no one can deny how cute this little guy is "he's so cute mercedes says Joan "where'd you find him says Joan
As my fiance answers her ,talking about the shelter where she found him ,beau climbs off the couch and goes over to Myron and toulouse and I can't help but watch them sniff at each other and instantly start to play with each other, how perfect is it that they get along so well and Samia quickly occupies the armrest beside me and her shoulder leans against mine and looking at her reveals a smile and a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows "engagement, dog adoption, when should we expect the pregnancy announcement, February says Samia as she teases
I laugh, shaking my head and bumping her shoulder "can I just say I'm glad we get along says Ariana and her eyes soften and I smile "I love Frankie but I've always wanted a sister says Ariana "ari i- as Samia is teary eyed , she wraps me in a hug that I quickly accept "I'm glad to be getting another sister, not only do you make that goofball happy as we both spare a glance over to mercedes who's now on the floor with the dogs then back to each other "you're also just really incredible says Samia "thank you Sam says Ariana and nodding, she says "of course sis says Samia as the wink she gives me makes her look more like mercedes than ever and a chuckle leaves my lips as she stands up and moves over to her mom to look at each other's gift more intently
At this point that's what everyone is doing, quietish chatter flows over us, a calm atmosphere settles "oooh as all eyes turn to mercedes who bounces in excitement "they just told me I can announce my ep says mercedes and it's the cutest thing ever watching her struggle to type since she's still bouncing excitedly and the second the post is up my phone buzzes and I pull it put, checking her post and liking it and I know she's incredibly glad she was able to post about it on Christmas since she couldn't release it then "dang sis, calm down, music ain't goin nowhere, just released an album a couple months ago as Samia jokingly says
Pocketing her phone, mercedes reaches down and scoops beau and toulouse up and comes over ,Myron on her heels and she sits down next to me, toulouse walking over to curl up in my lap while Myron situates himself between the two of us, beau in mercedes lap "honestly I was going to take a bit of a break, let feelings keep doing its thing but as mercedes shakes her head with a chuckle "when me, meg, g, cardi and Bruno was makin the songs, I just knew I had to share that song with people, it was such a vibe and fun as ever says mercedes and Nonna speaks up "well let's hear it then says Nonna
"Oh uh, you- right now says mercedes as she questions and everyone says yes immediately "it ain't exactly a Christmas album yall says mercedes "girl stop stallin and play the damn thing says momma y/m/n and holding her hands up in surrender, mercedes moves over to the stereo "now it ain't released yet so don't tell nobody yall heard this says mercedes plugging her phone in and the first song that plays is h.o.e, her jhene collab and honestly I love it, having not heard any of the songs on the ep aside from holy and please me ,I'm excited to hear the rest
Funnily enough, mercedes chill/hype ep is the perfect starter for the rest of the day and we move from her music to the Christmas songs, our favorite movies playing on the TV in a random order ,all the while we continue festive activities and throughout it all: making gingerbread houses, playing games, eating cookies, watching movies and then eating Christmas dinner, I'm constantly thinking about how grateful and blessed I am, not only am I able to celebrate with my family but it's also bigger than ever before, the varnados added something a little extra special to the holiday and I couldn't be more happy right now and excited for the future
Chapter 48 title: happy birthday
Mercedes point of view
The rest of December and most of January flies by and new years was celebrated at home, me and Ariana had our friends over, we drank, sang and watched the ball drop and I got my new years kiss at midnight and it was real simple and still super fun and after that it was back to work: interviews, performances and some new shit like a little bit of modeling and commercials and being so focused on all of that, it was easy for me to lose track of the date which means my birthday snuck up on my ass but I'm obviously the only one who forgot "baby as the most soothing voice speaks to me, slowly pulling me from dreamland
I pretend to still be asleep just to feel the way she lightly runs her nails across my hairline and coos my name and when I eventually peak my eyes open, first I'm attacked by the sun pouring through the seams of the curtains and then I'm looking at my fiance in all her glory and she smiles softly at me and I return with a sleepy smile of my own "happy birthday baby says Ariana as she let's her excitement slip into the words and that alone turns my smile even brighter, cupping my face in her hands ,she leans down and presses a kiss to my lips and we pull apart with a quiet smack
A low hum leaves my lips "thank you beautiful as I kiss her one more time before scooting up to rest against the headboard and the second I do, all the dogs jump up on the bed and piggy comes around to my side so I reach down to pick her up and set her on the bed as well "all my babies came to wish me happy birthday as I exclaim, petting snape and lily, pignoli and toulouse climb on my lap, Myron easing past them all to lick my cheek "yas, give me all the love as I laugh, looking over at Ariana who giggles as piggy sits between her legs
I play around with them for a bit before they get bored of me and run off, Myron staying behind to sit on my lap and that doesn't last long though as Ariana pops up off the bed, my eyes following her, taking in every inch of her beautiful body, covered by the thin fabric of one of my shirts and calling for Myron, she leaves out the room with him on her heels and I take that second to fully wake up , letting out a long yawn and stretching my limbs ,feeling the sleep slip from my muscles and just as I'm relaxing back into the bed Ariana cones back, a tray in her hands causing her to use her foot to close the door ,then coming back over
She holds the tray steady as she crawls the short distance to my side then sets it across my lap, my eyebrows raise at the food I see, silver dollar pancakes with whipped cream on top, a bowl of mixed fruits, tofu scramble with peppers and cheese and- "uh, is this supposed to be on here as I pick up the black velvet box and Ariana nods, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth "it's one of your gifts says Ariana "one of as I ask with an excited grin and she urges me to open it and I do ,the black face of the silver watch stares back at me , diamonds shining from around the face and instead of numbers there are diamonds in it
"Holy shit, this a Movado as I say the word breathlessly, admiring the expensive watch and she smiles and nods "i may have heard from someone that you really wanted one says Ariana abd someone as in Anthony, he and I talked about getting Movados months ago "babe, this is- its dope as fuck as I smile over at her "turn it over says Ariana as she instructs, slightly bouncing in her spot and doing as she says, I turn it over, laughing softly at the engraving: you don't get older, you only get better ,happy 28th birthday "thank you, I love it baby as I tell her, reaching my hand up to cup her cheek and pull her into a soft kiss
She holds the kiss, pulling away just to peck my lips a few more times, then slapping a random pattern on my arm "now eat up cause there's another one waiting for you says Ariana and I nod and we share the breakfast she made me, exchanging kisses between bites of food and her asking me what I wanted to do today and when I say nothing she gives me a look ,that 'you know that's not about to happen ' look and I chuckle, telling her that I don't really need to do anything for my 28th and the second the food is finished she's up and taking the tray from my lap
Crossing my arms behind my head and crossing my legs ,I watch Arianas every move with curiosity, my head is nodding to some random tune when she looks back at me expectantly, I tilt my head to the side "what says mercedes "get your ass up, it's your birthday baby we got celebratin to do says Ariana and a laugh slips from my lips at her words and I scoot down the bed, pulling the blanket over my head "I think the best birthday would be me not leaving this bed as I peak over the top to look at her with a smirk "and you losing the clothes and joining me says mercedes
Her eyebrows raise, a seductive look crossing her face as she slowly makes her way towards me "you know what I think says Ariana as I hum ,watching her closely "that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard as she pushes me after speaking and if I weren't so lost in her eyes I probably would've seen it coming and instead I was lost In her eyes and that's how I end up on the floor ,toulouse and Myron run up instantly ,sniffing and licking me, showing their concern for me Hitting the floor and Ariana looks over the edge of the bed to look down at me and I glare at her sheepish face "you mean as fuck as I grumble, pushing myself up and walking away
"Baby, I'm sorry as Ariana calls with laughter in her voice "nah fuck you as I close the bathroom door behind me, only for her to open it back up and come inside as I'm turning on the shower and she quickly moves to stand in front of me, slipping her hands under my shirt and slowly pushing it up "you want birthday sex in the shower or after says Ariana as she then pushes my shirt all the way up and over my head ,biting her bottom lip as she looks up at me from under her eyelashes and with a smirk I say "both" before I strip away the rest of my clothes and hers, then step back into the shower, motioning her forward with my finger
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I gently comb my fingers through my hair to tousle the curls I just made ,my eyes glancing at Ariana through the mirror as she sits on the edge of the tub doing her makeup, squinting at the little mirror in front of her, she usually sits in the sink but she couldn't exactly walk after our activities so I sat her down and gave her her makeup stuff and breaking my gaze ,I pull my face mask off, washing away the excess soap and applying some moisturizer then putting on chapstick "so, you pushed me out of bed this morning like you had a plan says mercedes turning around to face ari and her eyebrows raise but she never looks away from the mirror, a hum of agreement sounding from her
"Well as I wave my hands when she doesn't say anything else "what're the plans says mercedes and staying quiet for a moment longer, she finishes her makeup and puts everything away then walks over to set it all down on the counter and look at me, hand on her hip she says "you know I'm not telling you says Ariana "that's bullshit, I'm 28, I haven't had a suprise birthday in like 13 years says mercedes and honestly though I haven't, it was just one of those things That stopped and I've gotten my first job at 15 so I was buying myself stuff I wanted and most of my moms attention was on Samia, on top of both of us grieving dad ,it was a tricky time
Subconsciously a heavy sigh leaves my lips as I look at myself in the mirror and I can't believe dad's been gone 19 years and just thinking that there was a time where I was so sure he'd always be around and now, now I've made music, won awards, traveled the country, sold out arenas and he hasn't been here for any of it and noticing the far off look in my eyes, Ariana ,who's now at my side, cups my face and gently smoothing her thumb over my cheek and I focus back on her to see a soft smile on her lips that makes one of my own form "I've got another gift for you says Ariana as she speaks quietly and chuckling, I raise an eyebrow "is that a suprise too says mercedes
Her laugh takes that Last bit of heaviness from my heart ,an incredibly light feeling surrounding me as she grabs my hand "you really wanna know you'll have to wait as she sings as she pulls me out of the bathroom and I roll my eyes and let her guide me out of our room down the hall to the stairs and my anxiousness and excitement grows when she goes through the kitchen to the basement stairs but I stay quiet, just waiting and she stops at the top of the stairs, making me take one step down and then it goes dark as her hands cover my eyes "I promise I won't let you fall says Ariana "mhm, we'll see, if I bust my ass says Ariana
"It's your fault, now shush, and step down says Ariana as she keeps her hands over my eyes as I huff and step down, she tells me to 'step' each time I need to until we're on the ground floor and her hands remain over my eyes for a few more minutes as we walk somewhere in the basement "okay says Ariana as she takes a deep breath "you ready says Ariana "girl yes, come on as I chuckle softly and then my eyes are uncovered and I blink a few times just to adjust and get those colorful spots out of my eyes and then my jaw drops
"Ain't no way as I mumble, taking a final step off the small built in platform then glancing around the entire room "babe, holy shit, a whole ass bowling alley and a bar as I move over to the first rack of bowling bowls to see three of them that are my favorite color with my initials on them "ima feel professional as fuck usin these, might as well get one of them damn shirts says mercedes and hearing her clear her throat, I look up to see her glance to the side ,my gaze follows and my eyebrows raise at the small staircase and I point to them as I look back at Ariana and she just nods for me to go up so I do ,walking up the four steps with an excited bounce added to my movements and once again, I freeze at the sight in front of me
"You tryna fu- says mercedes "no as she stops me before I can even finish, a giggle falling from her lips "it's your birthday baby, I did this for you even though you're grown, I know you're still a big ass kid says Ariana and turning to face her completely, I shake my head with a smile on my lips then pull her into my arms "thank you so much baby, this is- its more than I could've asked for as I press a kiss to her neck, pulling back to cup her cheek "I love you as I whisper against her lips before kissing her full on abd I can feel her smile against my lips as we kiss ,her hands slipping underneath my shirt, nails lightly scratching my sides as she presses into me
My hands grip her hips but she pulls away before I can take the kiss further and for a moment we stand there, her forehead resting on my chest as I look around at my arcade room, seeing the bowling alley from over the glass railing and I can't believe my baby got me an arcade and bowling alley for my birthday man, I truly have the best fiance ever and eventually we pull apart and Ariana grabs my hand, pulling me over to the couch in the arcade and then down to sit beside her "one of the biggest parts of birthdays, since social media, is checking your feed for birthday wishes so as Ariana slips my phone into my hands ,me wondering where sge was even holding it and smiles at me
From her excitement alone, I know she's made a post about me so I get curious and silently excited all over again and I also wonder who else made a post and the instant I unlock my phone, Instagram is on the screen and the username at the top corner let's me know this is aris post so I trail my eyes down the screen to take it all in and the smile that had formed on my face at having just seen the collage of pictures of us, grows when I read the caption of her post, I read it over a few times ,just loving every word she typed
Before I can read it again her hand shoots out and covers the screen and I frown and look over at her "hey I was reading that as I move my phone from under her hand and look her up and down and her eyes roll "reading it for like the hundredth time mercedes, we don't have all day says Ariana with playful agitation in her voice and I nod "we definitely got all day, it's literally my birthday baby, if I want to spend it reading your post over & over & over, I can and I- says mercedes "won't says Ariana and I instantly smack my lips, slouching into the couch
"This isn't the only thing you're going to do for your birthday so check the other posts so we can move on says Ariana even when she smiles sweetly at me and kisses my head and I mumble under my breath about her being mean and bossing me around and as she once again rolls her eyes at my antics, I go to my tagged pictures, scrolling through all the posts my fans made and the amount of fanart ,custom shirts and hoddies ,creative ass posters and shit that people have amazes me and the fact that people put in so much effort just to stand out to the people they admire or look up to is incredible
Even more incredible is the fact that I'm the person they look up to and admire, my face is on their clothes ,my name on their poster, those are drawings of me and with a smile that obviously is going to go away today, I like as many of the posts as possible, leaving comments on some and following a few others until eventually I find another majorly important post and I instantly double tap, heading straight to the comments to reply: fa-muthafuckin-sho, bring ya ass over Boi, we poppin bottles and being the idiot best friend he is, his dumb ass replies to my reply saying: wit models
A hand instantly slaps the back of my neck, the shock and force making me herk forward and almost drop the phone and frowning yet again I turn to look at Ariana "we need to have a talk about you hittin me woman says mercedes and scoffing she says "we need to talk about you poppin bottles with models says Ariana as she crosses her arms and raises her eyebrow at me ,lips puresed as she does that neck roll "what models mercedes says Ariana "oh my g- as I cover my mouth with my hand and mumble "you crazy " and then chuckling nervously as her expression gets even more angry "ight damn, I ain't say shit about models, that was ant, all I said was we poppin bottles, I'm bein good, don't even know no models says mercedes
We both know that last bit is a lie, she's introduced me to models and I've met some at events and stuff and she drops the glare but narrows her eyes, lips straightening as she sits back against the couch "I need to call him, ain't gon be no models in my house says Ariana as she goes to stand up and I reach out and pull her down onto my lap wrapping an arm around her waist "I won't leave him bring any models in the house as that eyebrow raises again "or anywhere around me, I promise as I pucker my lips and close my eyes, a second passes before she presses her lips to mine and then pulling away to trail kisses down to my neck where she wastes no time biting me and sucking my skin
"That's that possessive shit as I say when she leans away completely "mhm as her thumb runs over the definite mark "and if I find out you tried to cover it as she grips my Chin and turns my head to look at her "I'm gonna kill you says Ariana and opening my mouth, I start to say something, maybe make a little joke but the look In her eyes let's me know she's dead ass "I won't, I'm yours forever as I say quickly kissing her ,I look back at the phone "now let me finish checkin these posts says mercedes
I close out Instagram and go to Twitter, tapping over to my mentions and once again scrolling through all the posts from my fans ,liking and occasionally commenting then seeing posts from my other friends and I quickly scroll up to cover the words on Megan's post but still I like it only to be smacked upside the head again "you not slick mercedes-says Ariana "MERCEDES WHERE YOU AT BIRTHDAY GIRL" "dont- says Ariana and I move Ariana off my lap and stand up "I can't not respond, she's my sister as I smile at her "she's our sister, can't be mean as I then pat her thigh and get off the couch
Kissing my fingers and tapping them to her cheek ,running away before she can actually go off on my ass and jogging up the stairs, I enter the kitchen, my gaze flicking over to some of the dogs who's eating their foods or drinking water but my entrance grabs their attention or at least it grabs beaus attention an even though I picked him out and we bonded first ,he's always under ari and when he sees her it's like a moth to a flame ,I only get love from him when she's not around "beau, come here boy as I click my tounge and he runs over, letting me pick him up when I bend down and once he's in my arms and snuggled close to my chest, I walk out of the kitchen into the living room
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY as Samia exclaims the instant she sees me a d I can't help but laugh "thank you Sam as I set beau down to walk over to them "hey momma as I wrap my arms around her and she does the same to me "happy birthday baby as she tells me cupping the back of my neck before I pull away, moving to hug Samia who waits for the hug to end before firing shots onto my arm and it starts to sting after about 15 but I take it, raising my eyebrow at her when she stops "are you done says mercedes "yeah I am says Samia as she falls on my couch, a smile on her face when Myron comes in and jumps on the couch
The moment of peace doesn't last very long and fir the third and final time today I'm smacked upside the head "runnin from me- says Ariana and my eyebrows pinch together and I raise my hand and smack her ass hard and she damn near jumps up to the roof when my hand hits her ass and she spins around to glare at me so fast "unh unh as I make the zipping motion across her lips "don't say nothin, you done hit me three times today, chill out you got me says mercedes and when she doesn't say anything I raise my eyebrows at her and rolling those gorgeous brown eyes, sge crosses her arms and nods "yeah, I got you says Ariana
"Good as I quickly kiss her forehead "now, where my gifts at says mercedes and even though they Laugh, my mom and Samia do indeed pull out gifts and it's while I'm opening my gift from Samia that Ariana says she's leaving and obviously she doesn't give me any answers when I ask where she's headed and I just push it aside and whatever she is planning for the rest of the day is cool with me and I spend a couple of hours with my mom and Samia and after opening their gifts to me, I show them the bowling alley and Arcade and momma ends up beating me and Samia twice in bowling and Samia kicks my ass in air hockey
By the time we come back upstairs I'm butthurt and my momma makes up for it by making lunch ,she makes damn near a whole dinner and if I didn't know ari was out planning something for tonight I'd question it and I spend lunch with Sam and my mom and we talk about all types of stuff, Sam telling me more about how she's gotten famous at her school because I'm famous now and disclosing that she's going on a date with that Calvin kid and while I play the supportive big sister out loud, I make a mental note in my head to be at the house when he shows to pick her up and even my mom tells me that her coworkers know of me through their kids and stuff
They hang around with me until the peace and quiet of the house is interuppted by a rhythmic pounding on my front door accompanied by 5 different voices rapping happy birthday and Samia and momma shake their heads at me when a wide grin breaks onto my face but before they say anything I hop off the couch and head to the front door and unlocking it, I wait for the beat to stop and then open it and there's a pause, me staring at ant, cass, g ,Bruno and Jackson and them staring back "aye I'm 28 in this bitch says mercedes "aye as they all exclaim ,damn near jumping on my head to hug me
We all pull away shortly after and I frown as I look at their hands "where the drinks at as I look up at Anthony "thought we was poppin bottles says mercedes and my best friend holds his hands up in a 'calm down' motion "we was pickin you up first, gon head up to the liquor store, grab a bunch of snacks and drinks then come back, heard somebody got a new game room says Anthony and I nod "ight bet, ima go change real quick then we can go as I point towards my mom and Samia as I turn "I'll be right back, we'll walk yall out says mercedes
With that I head upstairs and pull on some clothes, I don't go too crazy cause we're just going to the liquor store and as soon as I'm dressed, I head downstairs and even though I'm not not dressed like nothin, my boys hype my head up "ooo, you gotta take a pic says Cass and they all agree "ight bet as I sit on the steps a take a few pictures, but about halfway through as I'm trying to be serious, these idiots start goofing off but Jackson keeps taking pictures and when he hands my phone back, I'm not at all disappointed, I choose one of the 'off guard' ones and post it on Instagram "okay let's go as I stand up and put my phone in my pocket
Together all of us leave out and I lock the door behind me and walk my mom and Samia to their car, hugging them and thanking them for the gifts and lunch and after saying goodbye and watching them pull off I turn to Cass' escalade and pit my hands in the air ,eliciting another loud cheer from my boys and my neighbors will probably hate me by the end of the night but I don't care "aye, give me the aux as all eyes turn to me and Anthony smacks his lips "bitch as I frown at him and thump his ear "its my muthafukin birthday now press the damn button so I can connect says mercedes
All the guts share a look and Cass nods at Anthony "she got a point man as he mumbles and Anthony sighs and presses the aux option and I connect and he's probably mad cause there's only one song I can genuinely, 100% turn up to "🎶wave your hand side to side ,put it in the air, clap, clap, clap like you don't care, smack that, clap, clap, clap, like you don't care" and while Anthony does roll his eyes at me, he ends up getting just as hype as I do and everyone else is just feeding off my energy too so by the time we pull up to the liquor store, the truck is damn near bouncing off the wheels and Beyonce is blasting
Cass parks the car and we climb out ,Bruno hanging onto my side with his arm around my shoulders, still singing partition which makes me laugh and almost walk face first into the door, If not for g sticking his arm out to stop me I would have "ain't even had a drink yet and you already trippin says g as he laughs, patting my back as I step through the door and the first aisle I go to is the chip aisle and Jackson right beside me, we grab a couple bags of chips qnd turn around to grab some cookies, we have snacks at home but if I get as drunk as I plan to, it won't be enough and I don't want Ariana getting mad at me for eating her vegan ice cream again
So on the way up to the counter I stop and grab me two pints of ice cream -" celebratin something as I catch the cashier saying as Cass leans against the counter and my friend nods "it's her birthday says Cass as his thumb points in my direction so I smile and nod at the cashier "happy birthday says the cashier as he nods to me and I say thank you and just as I'm reaching into my pocket for my wallet, the guys come up, bottles on all of their hands except Jackson who's holding a shit load of snacks and Cass reaches over and grabs my wrist "ain't no way you payin for this on yo birthday cuz says Cass
I raise my hands in surrender "okay but if you really payin ima go grab a bottle of clicquot as I slap his arm and turn around, quickly walking to the very back of the store, my eyes scanning the wall of refrigerators in search of the champagne and the second I find it I pull the door open and grab it, turning around to see Anthony walking back, his eyes shifting from me to the floor then back quickly "um you good, I know you ain't stealin from a liquor store when you makin bank and rollin wit like four entertainers as I tease him and he laughs but it's a little overdramatic so I see right through it, a frown settles on my brows "fuck is up man says mercedes
"Well fuck, they let trash into every where huh, what you blow in here when the door was open dyke says Pete Davidson and the amount of force I put into clenching my fists to stop from launching at this guy could've broken the bottle had Anthony not grab my wrist "don't let him get to you, this yo day sis, let's just go says Anthony placing his hand on my shoulder and stand on my side to block Pete from my line of sight and unclenching my hand to let Anthony take the clicquot, I take a deep calming breath and that turns into a huff when Pete speaks again "why don't you call off that lap dog and let me return the favor of that broken nose you gave me says Pete
"Bitch please as I turn, Anthony stopping with his arm still in front of my body even though Pete is in the aisle over "please try me, I'm beggin you cause I would love to beat yo ass again says mercedes and this idiot laughs ,scratching his raggedy ass beard and nodding "I mean you can try, my girl- oh I mean yo bitch ain't in the way so- says Pete and I lunge, ready to jump over the whole ass rack in between us to beat his ass but Anthony is there and out of nowhere g appears too, his tall ass doesn't waste a second, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me towards the exit
With there being a few people in the store, I don't fight against him, instead choosing to keep a straight face and let him guide me out the store to the car and it took a minute for Anthony to come back out but he had the clicquot with him so I assume that he was buying it and the car ride home is silent, a stark contrast to how we left which somehow makes me even more upset and I help carry the bags into the house, Instantly grabbing a glass and pouring the first thing I grab into it, jack Daniel's and I can still feel my blood boiling as I drink "fuck, you should've let me beat his ass as I point at Anthony
"Nah sis, you would've regretted it, you just pissed that's all says Anthony, Jackson and Cass nodding in agreement "he's right mercedes, just calm down says Cass "fuck that as I down the last of jack and swipe up the bottle of clicquot, then practically stomping my way down the stairs and I pop the cork off the clicquot, taking a swallow after the overflow stops and sit back on the couch in the bowling alley and as I'm pulling my phone out to call my fiance, I hear the guys coming down after me
Bruno taking a seat beside me "let's chill mercedes, it's your birthday, Don't let that dude kill your vibe says Bruno as I hear him but my brain just doesn't register his words, only person who'll be able to calm me down is Ariana or at least I thought so, all my aggressive tapping and swiping makes me accidentally tap an Instagram notification and the picture that pops up on my screen makes me even more pissed: Ariana standing outside some club with that Dalton guys arm around her shoulders, smiles on both of their faces
Clenching my jaw, I exit the app and go to the phone, finding her contact and calling her, it rings and rings and rings, goes to voice-mail, squeezing my phone in my hand, I press it to my forehead, my thoughts running wild as my head spins ,so when I need her after being insulted by her ex, she's hanging with some dude, on my birthday "fuck as I exclaim, throwing my phone across the room
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Arianas point of view
"What do you mean she's not coming, it's her birthday party as I exclaim, my eyebrows pinched together as I pace the floor and Anthony sighs on the other end of the phone "I know that but she ain't exactly in the party mood Ariana, won't lie, she's mad as fuck right now- as if to solidify that, I hear mercedes cursing in the background followed by a crash "um we still at the house so do what you gotta do but I gotta go says Anthony and he hangs up and I pull the phone away from my ear and stare down at it in shock for a moment "girl where is your boo huh, cause quite frankly this baby bout to put me on my ass says Victoria, coming from the bathroom with her hand on her stomach
"I need to go as I say, moving over to the section of couches and grabbing my bag and the girls frown and look at me confusedly, Courtney is the first to talk "go where ,you can't leave your fiances birthday party before she even gets here says Courtney and a long growingly frustrated sigh leaves my lips "apparently she's not coming, Anthony says she's pissed and I don't know why so I need to be there for her says Ariana and being the amazing friends that they are, Victoria and Courtney waste no time offering to come with me but with people coming in for the party I know we can't just up and leave
So I ask Courtney to stay, letting her know I'll call her and update her and she agrees, hugging me quickly before I leave with Victoria and the entire ride back to the house, my heart is pounding and my mind runs through a million and one things that could've upset mercedes on her birthday and I get anxious about it, it's her day and it's gone bad and I hate that, having noticed my panic halfway through the ride, Victoria reaches over and takes my hand ,squeezing it comfortingly and I take a deep breath and smile softly at her but we both know it's forced
As soon as the driver puts the car in park I'm getting out, waiting to help Victoria out then rushing up to the front door, unlocking it and throwing it open "mercedes as I call, heading straight to the basement, knowing that's exactly where they would've been, except when I get down there, I don't see mercedes anywhere nor do I see Anthony "where is she says Ariana and the guys exchange looks, g and Bruno grimacing and looking away as Bruno scratches his head, and Jackson and Cass look at one another, apparently having a silent argument, that Cass seems to lose as he is the one that stands up and walks over to me
Sighing heavily, he rubs his palm on his jeans and looks me in the eyes "she left, took off about 15 minutes ago, Anthony went with her says Cass and while I fall speechless for a second, Victoria finally makes it down the stairs, plopping herself down on the couch with a heavy breath "why the hell she leave, where she go says Ariana and I look up at Cass expectantly and he licks his bottom lip before explaining what happened earlier: mercedes running into Pete and thar argument, mercedes drinking and seeing something on her phone that made her upset, only for him to hand me mercedes phone
"Where did sge go Cass as I ask, hearing him say that he doesn't know but not being able to accept that answer "where is my fiance Cassius says Ariana and once again he starts to tell me he doesn't know but I raise my hand, cutting him off and my frustration gets the better of me and manifests itself as tears, pooling in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks even though my friends all jump up to comfort me, my mind stays on the fact that I have no idea where my drunk angry fiance is
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Weird ~ G.W.
Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it)
Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N
Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?)
Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something.
A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong.
Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid
I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.
When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.
Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).
Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.
Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.
Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”
Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”
Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.
“Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.
I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”
She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.
“You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”
“I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”
Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.
“I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”
I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”
Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”
I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”
“Oh definitely the Weasleys.”
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Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.
Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.
The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.
His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.
I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.
“So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.
I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.
“I am not staring at either of them tampit.”
“Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”
I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”
Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”
At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.
“Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”
“Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”
Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”
Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.
“So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”
“Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”
Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”
“Um-”
I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”
George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”
“Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.
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The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.
The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”
“Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”
George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.
Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.
“Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”
George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”
I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.
“We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”
George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”
Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak.
Weird weird weird.
The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.
When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.
“Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.
As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.
“What did you do?”
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Prompt: Buck and Reader are dating (maybe even engaged) before buck joins 118. Buck doesn't tell about reader at anyone in the station. Eddie could already be part of 118. And then buck gets hurt or something and they meet reader. Athena loves her and then can we have a scene of buck&reader with the fire kids.
Emergency Contact
Evan Buckley x Reader
Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of hospitals and injuries, a mention of pregnancy
Category: Angst and fluff
Word Count: 3.3k
Author’s Note: Italics is a flashback :)
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A house fire, a normal occurrence for the 118. They arrive, Buck and Eddie make their way through the house whilst Hen and Chim tend to the others. The family that lived there, the Smiths, couldn't find their daughter outside and figured she was still inside so they had gone in to find her.
Buck and Eddie had spilt up when they got inside, Buck going left and Eddie going right. Eddie had found the little girl and managed to get her out of the house, her parents were grateful that he brought her back to them.
“Where’s Buck ?” Bobby turns to Eddie.
Eddie glances around, unsure as to where his friend was. “I thought he was right behind me, I swear I saw him on the stairs”
Bobby radioed, “Buckley, come in”
Before they could get an answer, there was a loud crash from inside the house. Eddie and Bobby run back in to see Buck on the floor of the kitchen, the ceiling had a massive hole in it and he was covered in dust. Buck tries to sit up a little too fast but falls onto his back. It seems like the floor had given out under him and he had fallen through.
“Buck?” Eddie calls to him, checking his pupils. “Yeah, definite concussion,” he tugs on Buck’s coat, feeling his abdomen area. “At least 2 broken ribs, if not more.” Eddie looks up at their captain, his hand still gently feeling Buck’s abdomen.
Bobby comes over, grabbing Buck’s feet as Eddie sits Buck up carefully and loops his arms under his. The two men carry him out, Chimney rolling a stretcher over to them. From that point, Hen and Chim took over, checking his vitals and if they had missed any other fractions or broken bones. The ambulance pulled off first, Chimney in the driver’s seat and Hen in the back with Buck. The firetruck followed, both vehicles headed to the hospital.
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“Did anyone call Maddie ?” Hen breaks the silence filled waiting room. Bobby looks up at her, Hen speaks again, “she is his emergency contact, isn't she?”
Something about that didn’t sound right to Bobby. He hadn’t been there when Buck started as a probie but he had gone over everyones forms when he became captain. He can’t remember who Buck’s emergency contact was but he didn’t think it was Maddie.
“Does anyone have her number ?” Bobby asks, no one answers. “I’m gonna head back to the station, I'll give her a call and come back. If anything changes, let me know?” Eddie answers with a yeah and Bobby heads out.
Once he arrived back at the station, he searched through the drawers of files - which truthfully, should be organized better, but that was a problem for another time. Once finding the file, his finger runs down the page. Maddie’s name was on the form but as a secondary contact. y/n l/n was the name listed as primary contact so he called this mystery woman. She answers after the first 2 rings.
“Hi, is this y/n?”
“It is, who’s this?”
“I’m captain Bobby Nash with the 118.”
“What can I do for you, captain ?”
“You’re listed as Evan’s primary emergency contact.” there was a pause in the conversation, the line had gone silent.
“Yeah, is he alright ?” the woman’s voice returns.
“He fell through the floor during a call today. He has a concussion and a few broken ribs- one of the ribs seems to have punctured a lung and he’s in surgery now. I was calling to notify you, we’re at the hospital if you’d like to join us”
“Thank you for calling, I'll be there soon” and with that, she hung up. Bobby still had no idea who this woman was or how she knew Buck. The lack of emotion in the call didn’t help him gauge who it might be. He pushed the thought from his mind and called Maddie - surely whoever this y/n woman was, was obviously important to Buck if she was listed before Maddie but Maddie was his sister and she deserved to know so he called her anyways.
When Bobby returned back, Buck was still in surgery. He sat down just as Athena arrived. A box of donuts in one hand and one of those huge containers of coffee in the other, Bobby got up and helped her, not before pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“You didn’t have to come by,” he tells her as he sets the thing of coffee on the table in the middle of the room, she gives him a small smile. “Buck might be trouble but he’s still one of ours. I’d show up for any of them, you know that” she nudges him with her shoulder softly, he smiles at her once more. Everyone gets up, helping themselves to the coffee and donuts that Athena brought- they all thanked her as they all know the horrors of hospital food.
A woman walks in, she’s at the nurses desk which is across from where the team sat. She’s asking for Evan Buckley and the nurse points her in the direction of the team in the waiting room. She approaches, her hands shoved in her sweater pocket- rather Buck’s sweater pocket. Bobby had seen him show up to work in that very sweater a few days before.
“You must be y/n” Bobby stands, his hand stretched out to her.
“I am, you’re Bobby, right ?” your hand comes out to reach his, shaking it. It didn’t take long for Bobby to notice the large diamond on your ring finger. Your hand lets go of his, returning to its spot in your pocket. Bobby gives you a small smile which you mirror.
“Everyone, this is y/n. Buck’s- sorry, I didn’t ask. How do you know Buck?” Bobby asks you, you glance around the room. Everyone's eyes were on you.
“I’m Buck’s-”
“Y/n!” a woman calls for you. Turning around, you see Maddie approaching you. “Mads!” your arms open as she gets closer. She embraces you in a hug, your hand rubbing up and back her back.
“Did you hear anything yet ?” she asks you, letting you go. Shaking your head, “I just got here”
“You know her too ?” Chimney pipes up from his chair, Maddie looks over at him. “Yeah, obviously. She’s Buck’s fiancee” she tells him, the entire room goes silent.
You look over at your sister in law, “they didn’t know that yet Mads” chuckling, you pat her back before taking a seat across from a woman in a police uniform. Maddie’s eyes went wide, her mouth slightly opened in shock. “Sorry! I thought you told them” she says, sitting beside Chimney. “I was about too but you called for me”
Everyone’s attention is on you, the woman sitting across from you speaks up. “Well, it’s nice to meet you” she says, “I’m Athena, Bobby’s wife” she introduces herself.
“Ah, so the whole family’s in law enforcement huh ?” you smile, Athena chuckles. “Seems like it. What do you do ?”
“I’m a nurse over at General”
“I thought I had seen you somewhere before” Athena smiles.
The room goes back to quiet, the team talking amongst themselves. Maddie sat beside you and on her other side was Chimney, you had seen him for the pictures Maddie showed you when she started seeing him. Beside him was a woman, she wore glasses and had a friendly smile- Hen. Buck had told you about her and her wife, they seemed like nice people. Sitting beside Hen was a man, cute with somewhat of a resting bitch face- that was Eddie, Buck’s best friend. Buck practically lived at his house when you worked night shifts and you had also seen a million and one photos of his son, Christoper, who was the sweetest little boy on the planet from what you had heard.
Your hand rested on your lap, your thumb pushing and pulling the engagement ring on your finger back and forth.
“He must really love you because that’s one hell of a rock” Athena was pacing the room and was now beside you, her hand reaching for yours to take a closer look at the ring. You laugh, “it is, isn't it?”
“I have to ask, how long have you two been engaged ? Because he’s never mentioned you.”
“Oh I know,” you hum, “we like to keep things low key but um, it’s been 2 years since we got engaged. We aren't really in a rush to get married.” you tell her.
“2 years? That’s a long time to keep a secret like that”
“Yeah, it’s been a challenge- but it’s not like he didn’t want to tell you guys. He just didn’t know how. Oh you know how he is- actions over words.”
You and Athena talk a bit more, she tells you how Bobby proposed to her on Christmas Eve. She showed you a picture from when they got married- her own massive ring adorning her finger. You told her about how Buck proposed to you.
“Babe! The pancakes are going to get cold!” you shouted for your boyfriend from the kitchen of your apartment.
“I’m coming woman! Calm down” he shouts back, his footsteps coming closer with each step.
Buck had the weekend off and so did you- a rare occurrence for the two of you. You decided that instead of going out to get breakfast like you normally would, that you would cook instead. Hence why you were up at 10:15 on a Saturday morning and why your boyfriend’s shirt that you were wearing, was covered in flour and eggs.
Buck’s arms wrapped around your waist, your attention on the stove. His hands coming ups under your shirt to feel your bare skin, he was busy peppering kisses down your neck. You nudge him with your shoulder, “go sit down, I'll bring the pancakes over in a minute” you tell him and he hums. Pressing one more kiss to your neck, he untangles himself from you and goes to the table.
The layout of your apartment was a bit strange, the kitchen was by the front door but the kitchen didn’t have much space so your table was closer to your living room than the kitchen and there was a wall blocking you when you were in the kitchen so you weren’t able to see the table.
Now heading to the table with a plate in each hand, you were focused on not dropping the plates. That went out the window when you entered the room to see your boyfriend down on one knee with a velvet box in his hand.
“Buck” you breath
“Y/n, you are so amazing, you just- god, this is so cheesy but you really do take my breath away. Last night, I was laying beside you and I had this perfectly rehearsed speech that I was going to give you but it just doesn't make sense now. From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You stood by my side and didn't complain when I worked long hours or didn't have time because I joined the fire department. You are the woman of my dreams and I would do anything for you. So I hope you would do me the honour of being my wife ?”
“Yes, oh my god yes” you lean down to kiss him. Buck smiles, “baby?”
“Hm?”
“You gotta put the plates down” he chuckles, you hadn't realized you were still holding the plates. Setting them down, Buck gets up. The ring that was in the box was now in his hand, he slid the ring on your finger. Holding your hand up, you admired the ring.
“I think this deserves a proper breakfast”
“I don’t think there’s anything better than this” he pulls you in for a hug.
Athena laughs when you tell her, “he ambushed you when you were making him breakfast ? This kid has no sense of the right time” you chuckles at her comment. “It was perfect. I don’t think I would have it any other way, you know?”
The doctor comes in, he asks for Buckley and all 7 of you stand. “Wow big group. Okay- we were able to patch the hole. He’ll need to be off work for the next 3-4 weeks before he can even consider going back but he should make a full recovery.” a few breaths of relief were let out around the room. “He’s in recovery now, I can take you in one at a time. Who would like to go first ?”
Everyone's looking at you and you glance over your shoulder. “Do any of you want to go ?” you ask, no one answers you.
“Maddie ?”
“I’m gonna get some air and some coffee and then I'll be there. Give him a hug for me” she gives your hand a squeeze, you smile at her. Following the doctor down the hallway, you pass multiple rooms all with different families and people with different injuries. That’s one of the things you enjoyed about the hospital- if you looked past all the sadness, there were so many success stories, so many happy families.
Room 276 at the end of the hall was his. Buck was asleep, a few wires and such were hooked to him. Pulling a chair up to his bedside, your hand reached for him, holding it gently as your thumb rubbed the top of it. Your eyes drift to his monitor by his bedside, steady heartbeat and blood pressure. There was nothing to be concerned about yet you couldn't look away.
“y/n,” a faint whisper left his lips, you glanced down at your fiancee, his eyes barely opened.
“Buck,” you smiled, your hand coming up to touch his face. He nuzzled closer to your hand, turning his head ever so slightly to press a kiss to the palm of your hand.
“Can I- water?” you let go of him to get the glass from the counter. Pouring some water in it, you stick the straw in the cup before holding the straw to his lips. He sighed and looked at you as you set the cup down. “I guess the secret’s out ?” he smiles, you nod.
“Maddie let it slip, but I was about to tell them so it’s fine” you kiss his forehead.
“Is everyone here?”
“Yeah, in the waiting room. They all thought you’d look horrendous so I came in to check, lucky me right ?” you joke, Buck lets out a weak laugh before his hand comes up to his chest.
“Ow, don’t make me laugh” he pouts, you smile at him. Sitting at the edge of the chair, your hand finds his hair, brushing it back softly.
“Surgery isn't a good look on you”
“Hey, I always look good” he pouts once more.
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The few weeks go by a lot quicker than expected and Buck is set to return to the 118 on Monday. Athena had helped you plan a little surprise get together for Buck but you had just told him that you were headed over to Bobby and Athena’s for the day because you were going shopping with Athena. You left home around noon and helped them set up all day and you called Buck around 6.
“Hey babe, how’s shopping going ?”
“It’s alright, we’re back at the house now. Bobby was saying that you should swing by, we could all have dinner together”
“Hm yeah, that sounds good. I’ll be there soon”
Now you wait. The entire team was already there, everyone scattered amongst the living room, waiting for him to arrive. He knocked on the door, Athena shouted for him to come in. He walked in, everyone waited for him to round the corner, the surprise evident on his face.
“What’s all this?” he smiles, he makes his way down the stairs.
“Welcome back” Bobby goes over to give him a hug. Buck makes his way around the room, saying hello to everyone. Eventually, he finds you in the kitchen with Karen who says hello to him and then leaves the two of you in the kitchen.
“So did you really go shopping ?” he asks, his arm over your shoulder and your arm wraps around his waist.
“Yeah but for party supplies” you smile at him, he leans down and kisses your head. Chris, Denny and Harry all come into the kitchen on the hunt for sweets that you previously heard Eddie, Athena and Hen all telling them that they weren't allowed to have. Of course they assumed that if they sweet-talk Buck that he would give them, and he did, he never said no to those boys.
All three of them made themselves comfortable on the couch as Buck returned with a plate of cupcakes for them. Buck sat beside them, pulling you onto his lap.
“Do you have any scars from the surgery ?” Denny asks him, looking over at Buck. “Yeah, do you wanna see ?” Buck asks, the 3 boys nod eagerly. You smile at them, Buck unbuttons the top of his shirt, pulling it to the side to show the boys the scar from the surgery. It was fairly tiny but still noticeable.
“Woah that’s cool!” “Can I poke it?” “That’s weird looking”
You and Buck laugh at the responses- boys will be boys. The 3 boys ask a few more questions and Buck shows them a couple other scars that he had gotten over the year, eventually they get bored of Buck and his stories and go off to find someone else. You leave Buck in the living room as he was talking to Maddie and Chimney.
Now in the backyard, you and Athena were talking about when you'd actually go shopping when someone bumped into your leg. Looking down, you see Nia beside you, you pick her up and hold her, Nia sitting comfortably on your hip now. The two of you go along with your conversation and Nia cuddles into your side, you glance down at the little girl who was smiling at you, you give her a smile too.
Buck’s arm wraps around your shoulder, he presses a kiss to your temple. “Hey,” he smiles before leaning forward to take a peak at Nia, “Hey kiddo” he reaches out to hold her hand, she smiles at him.
“You 3 look comfortable together” Hen says as she makes her way over with Karen. Buck laughs.
“If you’re open to babysitting, feel free to take the kids anytime” Karen jokes, you smile. “I might take you up on that. It’d be like to have an actual kid around rather than just Buck” you laugh, Buck pouts. “Hey! I’m not that bad” the 3 women all give him looks. Athena pats his shoulder, “that’s what you think Buckaroo”
“Having the kids around would be good practice” Your fiancee thinks out loud.
“Practice for what, darling?”
“You know, one day maybe we’d have kids”
“Oh not now? Not a fan of the whole pregnancy glow thing ?”
“Oh I am, I do it right-” “don’t finish that sentence” you laugh, leaning up to give him a kiss. You had a feeling that your fiancé’s family was about to become yours too.
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⊶ final sleigh (m). ⊷
You took an (almost) immediate dislike to Seokjin during his first week at the office and six months later that distaste is not only still going strong, but also mutual. Working in sales, you view one another as competition, so what happens when you’re forced to organise the Christmas office party together? It’s a recipe for disaster, but one thing’s for sure, it doesn’t end the way you imagined it...
(Spoiler alert: you don’t wind up murdering him.)
pairing; kim seokjin x reader
au/genre/warnings; workplace/office au, enemies/rivals to lovers, starts off as a holiday au but drabbles further develop the story, rom-com, hoseok, namjoon, jungkook and yoongi make appearances, smut; drunk grinding, drunk kissing, workplace (oral) sex, storeroom (oral) sex, oral sex (male & female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, jin has a big dick (obv)
words; 23,363
continuing drabbles found here
Every year without fail you organised the office Christmas party at Jung&Co. As part of the office party committee it was of course a given. There were only two of you but as a workplace of just 12 that was ample enough. This year however, things were a little different, no matter how marginally. Joy was on maternity leave so you were now on your own this time around. Not that you minded. You could hold the fort no problem until she came back in January and you had to plan Creed, the quality assurance director’s birthday party.
Only Hoseok, your manager didn’t see it that simple. Insisted you needed an extra set of helping hands. Who? Was your first thought. No one had ever offered to help in the past three years and why would they start now? However, you were forgetting something… or should you say, someone. A new someone who you were sure had been transferred here to make your life a total misery. It was like someone up there had it in for you, and you couldn’t think of one explanation why. You were a good person; you donated to a cat shelter every month, you paid your taxes, you were always helpful and friendly, amazing at your job… The list went on. In fact, you were the best damn sales rep at this branch, high above the rest – Well… That was until he showed up.
“I’ll do it.” You heard Seokjin offer indifferently, as if he didn’t care a damn about the Christmas party. You knew he didn’t.
You swung around immediately, your chair squeaking against the wooden flooring with the force. You scoffed patronisingly. “Pfft. You?” You had never heard anything so unbelievable in your whole life.
Seokjin regarded you from where he sat in the back row. Hoseok had called a meeting this morning, needing to find a replacement for Joy as time was creeping up. it was a month until Christmas closure. The day the party was held, and he knew how much you liked to keep on top of things. You weren’t to be rushed.
“Yes. Me.” Of course he was smirking. “Why? Got a problem?”
Beside him, Jungkook the intern, looked between you both unsurely. No doubt the rest of your co-workers were too. This had become the norm now. They stayed silent every time you and he started squabbling. The past few months had been one big whirlwind of bickering and rivalry. Seokjin was your biggest competition. He was also the thorn in your side. Ever since he’d transferred branches from his hometown six months ago life in the office hadn’t been the same for you. It didn’t help that your desks were also situated next to one another. You had to sit opposite his annoying face 8 hours a day, five days a week. It was a living hell. And now you’d be forced to spend even more time with him? Over your dead body.
“No.” You folded your arms, still looking over at him from where you sat in the front. He wouldn’t win. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he was successfully getting to you. “You want to organise the office Christmas party?”
Of course you were calling his bluff. He was 100% doing this to piss you off. You were certain.
He chuckled. “I don’t know why it’s so unbelievable.”
You scoffed, growing frustrated. “You’re a guy!”
He raised one of his eyebrows. “Excuse me? Is that sexism I detect?” One corner of his mouth twitched. “Do I have to report you to Tim?”
Tim, the HR rep went to speak up, no doubt trying to pacify the situation, but already out of hand, you spoke over him, voice shrill. “Oh shut up, Seokjin.” Damn it, you’d bitten, hadn’t you? He was holding back his laughter. He knew what you meant. Your wording came out wrong, so you needed to correct yourself.
“I’m just saying, you don’t seem like a guy who loves to party plan in his spare time.”
He grinned widely, as smug as ever. “Well, I’m full of surprises, baby.”
Unimpressed you stared him down. “Do I need to report you to Tim for harassment?”
You weren’t paying attention to Tim this time around but no doubt he looked lost. He was an older, quiet man who seemed unsure what he was doing here most of the time. Seokjin didn’t help matters.
“For what?” He exclaimed. “Calling you baby? It’s a term of endearment.”
“Not from you it isn’t.”
Jungkook sniggered at that and you felt a little smug. Seokjin went to open his mouth, no doubt a clever comeback hot on his tongue, but Hoseok interrupted.
“Guys. Stop bickering or neither of you will be planning this party.”
You immediately spun around, facing the front. Seokjin wasn’t fucking this up for you. Although you didn’t think Hoseok would ever take that role away from you. He might have been your manager – and the CEO’s son – but you saw him as a friend. He never threw his authority around.
You crossed your arms as his attention fell to Seokjin, silently huffing. “Jin, please tell us why you nominated yourself.”
“Well,” he started his spiel, laying it on thick. You refused to look his way, even as everyone else in the conference room gave him their attention. “I love Christmas and I love organising things.” He made it sound so simple. Infuriating bastard. “I was always the person they counted on back home. I know how to throw a paaar-tayyyy!”
At his holler, he and Jungkook gave one another a high five, whooping at each other like a pair of idiots. It was impossible to think that Seokjin was the same age as you, a whole five years older than Jungkook. They obviously shared the same mental age.
“Well you’re not back home now.” You couldn’t help yourself, whipping around to tell him what was what. “I’m the one in charge here. I have the final say.” Sneering, you added, “You’d just be the help.”
Seokjin’s jaw twitched. You were irritating him now. You took great joy in that. “Hoseok said it was 50/50.”
“More like 75/25 where you’re concerned.”
“In my favour, yes.”
You felt your anger flare. “Hoseokkk,” you whined, turning your back to Seokjerk. “You can’t be serious letting him join the party planning committee?”
You knew he was doing it on purpose. He had no interest in helping you – he just wanted to annoy you, to take over.
Hoseok looked at you sympathetically. “Do you see anyone else offering to help, Y/N? Besides, it’s just for Christmas.” When you didn’t relent, he sighed. “You can’t do it all on your own.”
You held your arms tight across your chest, pouting like a big kid. “Watch me.”
“Impossible,” he chuckled softly. “You should be thanking Seokjin for being so helpful.”
Men. They were all traitors. Of course Hoseok would be in Seokjin’s favour, they once worked together back at the other branch just before Hoseok became manager here.
“Yeah, Y/N,” Seokjin called. You just knew he had that shit eating grin spread across his face, the one that plagued your nightmares – You could hear it in his tone. “You should be thanking me. But take your time, I know admitting defeat is hard for you.”
You breathed deeply through your nose, reminding yourself to stay calm, else he’d end up throttled by the time this party rolled around…
“Chop, chop!”
From your peripheral you could see Seokjin stood over you, clapping his hands, his crotch obscenely eye level. You pursed your mouth and continued typing up your report that needed to be in by today. You couldn’t bear to look at him, still mad from yesterday, and no doubt he just wanted to annoy you some more – his sole purpose it seemed. What a sad little life he lived.
“Y/N,” he prompted. You bit the inside of your cheek, exhaling through your nose. He wasn’t relenting, but lucky for you, lunch was in just over an hour. You could grin and bear him until then, surely?
“What?” You snapped, beginning to turn your head.
“We have our first meeting in five.”
You mouth grew dry as you made eye contact, but it wasn’t because of what he said, actually you barely had time to register it, his pearly whites pretty much dazzling you as he grinned.
You might have forgotten to mention a tiny detail about Seokjin, one you tried your best to forget, and tiny it was because it barely had an effect on you… Begrudgingly, you had to admit he was objectively handsome. Before you had taken that almost instantaneous dislike to him six months ago, you will confess that the first sighting of him had turned you a little weak at the knees. You were only human after all and you could appreciate a good looking face when you saw one. He even made Beryl and Michelle, who well into their sixties, giddy with a simple Good Morning – and he knew it. He knew how hot he was, which for you, just added to his overall lack of appeal.
However, sometimes he caught you off guard.
Like now.
You swallowed with some difficulty, willing saliva to coat the inside of your mouth, and ignoring the way the crisp white dress shirt hugged his waist, tucked into those very well fitting black pants of his (maybe too well fitting…), you let his words piece together.
“…Meeting?”
You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, what was he talking about? Hoseok hadn’t announced anything this morning. Was he just messing with you? You weren’t Jungkook. Those two might love playing pranks on one another, but you were actually mature in the workplace.
At the thought of Jungkook, you could hear him giggling up at the front of the office with the receptionist, Mina. How Hoseok hadn’t gathered they were sleeping together yet was beyond you. Actually, you were sure the rest of the office were slow to catch on too, but you maybe you had a clear (dis)advantage. You had to hear him and Seokjin discussing it more or less every single day – because men were dense and didn’t realise that no matter how low they spoke, a metre distance would not stop you from overhearing.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the Christmas party already?” Seokjin continued to grin – and that’s when you realised it wasn’t of the friendly kind. It was of the provoking kind, because he wanted to piss you off. “I thought this was your area of expertise.”
You could feel your blood beginning to boil, your work forgotten on the screen. “You called a meeting without telling me?”
He shrugged. “What am I doing right now?” What, mere seconds before it started? You really were going to end up killing him one of these days. “I booked the conference room this morning.”
You grit your teeth together. “I organise the meetings.”
“Get a life.” He scoffed, judging you hard. “Besides, you’re a bit slow on the ball, aren’t you?”
“The party isn’t for another month.”
“Three weeks and 6 days actually,” he corrected. Then with a wink, he added, “I like being on top of things.”
You ignored his shitty (and inappropriate) innuendo with a roll of your eyes. “I was going to wait until Monday.” How dare he suggest you were unorganised.
With another lazy roll of his shoulders, he started to walk off, towards the small conference room situated in the office. “You snooze you lose.” Turning back casually, he pointed a finger to your desk. “Bring a notebook.”
Trying to laser through him with your best death glare you grabbed your notebook and stood up. He was treading on thin ice.
.
.
“This thing sounds dry as the Sahara,” Seokjin wailed loudly, hanging his head towards his (blank) notebook on the desk.
“Well you know where the door is,” you smiled. “I’m perfectly capable of organising this party on my own.”
Actually, if he didn’t like how you celebrated Christmas here, he could leave entirely. You wouldn’t miss him, and the others would surely get over it. You didn’t understand why they thought he was so amazing anyway. His sense of humour was grating to say the least – as well as his overall personality. He was nothing but a glorified salesman who walked the walk and talked the talk. You actually cared about your clients. All he cared about was numbers to help him boast, even if that meant stealing –
Never mind. That was in the past. You were the bigger person, you reminded yourself.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Seokjin scoffed, turning to look at you. He’d insisted you sat next to him even though you had been quite happy to sit at the furthest end of the table. “This place needs some Seokjin zest. Add a little flavour – a little spice.”
You dropped your head, muttering arrogant bastard under your breath as you picked up your pen to start brainstorming some ideas.
“What was that?” He asked, obviously hearing you.
You played dumb. “What was what?”
Thankfully, for the next ten minutes a very much welcomed silence fell over you as you both jotted down some ideas, although you were pretty sure Seokjin was just doodling at this point. Probably stickmen like the five year old he was. In between planning you threw a few texts your best friend’s way.
(12:14pm) You: Remind me why we tolerate men again?
(12:15pm) Ana: For their dicks
(12:15pm) Ana: But only if they’re pretty and they know how to use it
(12:15pm) Ana: What’s up?
(12:17pm) You: Guess who organised the first Christmas party meeting without telling me first 🙂
(12:18pm) Ana: Oh
(12:19pm) You: Exactly
(12:19pm) Ana: Dick cheese
(12:20pm) Ana: Definitely not tolerable
You snorted at the mention of Seokjin’s nickname. Ana knew all about your very vocal disdain for the guy – in fact, she’d had to hear it all over again last night when you’d called her to complain about the very unfortunate turn in Christmas party planning events.
“Is that work or party related?”
Frustratingly, your obvious amusement had caught Dick cheese’s attention. “Shut up,” you muttered, but you did hide your phone from view, placing it screen down on the table. Hopefully he hadn’t caught a glimpse at anything dick and cheese related. He was definitely the type to report you to Tim for workplace bullying.
You turned to look at him, childishly taking great pleasure in the way a piece of his brown hair had bunched up on top of his head – probably from where’d he’d been itching, racking his pea-sized brain for ideas. He hadn’t noticed, and you weren’t going to point it out. He’d realise soon enough when he had to use the restroom – unless he didn’t wash his hands afterwards, which wouldn’t surprise you.
“We’re in a meeting, save texting your boyfriend for lunch.”
“I’m not texting – never mind.” You stopped yourself. There was no point biting. He wanted you to do that, knowing the insinuating tone he’d used would surely get you mad. As if you’d ever have a boyfriend, ha ha, very funny and original – NOT. He needed better jokes.
“If you were actually bringing something to the table I wouldn’t be bored enough to get distracted,” you shot instead.
He looked wholeheartedly offended. “I’m not the only one involved in this. You think of some ideas.”
“I have been.” You replied loudly. “It’s the same process every year, okay? Theme, food and Secret Santa. That’s all we need to organise.” You’d already been through this.
“So fucking boring,” he groaned slowly.
“You’re wrong.”
He snorted, visibly amused by your insistence. “And that Y/N, is why you are a square.”
“You don’t even know me!” You exclaimed.
“I know enough. I’ve sat opposite you for the past six months.”
“Yeah, and don’t I know it,” you muttered. You had not known peace since.
He laughed then, surprising you enough to make you jump a little. “Babe, are you ever going to forgive me for Rosal & Steinar?”
You glared at him. How dare he bring that up. It was a very sensitive topic, one you wanted to forget about because each time it popped up inside your brain you wanted to kick him – aggressively and relentlessly.
Seokjin’s first week here had not been good for you. First, he had made you weak at the knees by just casually existing, then, Hoseok had introduced him as Jung&Co.’s best salesperson, and lastly, after being struck down with a terrible cold, you’d been sent home from work on the morning of your biggest client’s renewal day. Hoseok had insisted that you couldn’t sell stationary without a voice. You had claimed you could, but it wasn’t good enough. You were sick and needed to go before you infected anyone else.
The following Monday, still snorting sinus spray like it was cocaine, you’d arrived at work to find out that Rosal & Steinar had renewed their contract… with Seokjin. Life couldn’t have been going anymore wrong. In the past month you’d had to deal with the guilt of breaking off a two year relationship, acquiring a new competition in your place of work that had ultimately already lost you your best client, and you’d gotten sick for the first time in four years.
You blamed Seokjin. He’d been sent to curse you. (Although, admittedly the breakup had happened before you’d known of his existence… Not that it mattered.)
That’s why it was now your life’s goal to become Jung&Co.’s best salesperson, because Hoseok’s opinion didn’t mean shit, and one way or another you were going to take down Seokjin.
So yeah, no matter how much you insisted that the past was in the past, it obviously wasn’t.
You raised an eyebrow, choosing to ignore his question. “What did I say about reporting you?” You weren’t his babe. Or baby. Or whatever else he liked to use.
“Sorry,” he apologised, rather genuinely at that, which was surprising. “It was a slip of the tongue.”
You let out a short sigh. “Let’s just get on with this. There’s half an hour until lunch and I need to leave on time to meet my friend.” Neither of you had thought of anything solid yet.
“Is that who you were messaging?”
Seokjin seemed curious – interested? You couldn’t think of the correct word. Either way he was getting too friendly and pushing boundaries you’d rather not have him cross. “Is that any of your business?”
He shrugged, unaffected, and got back down to business. “Why can’t we just rent out a venue? Nothing is fun without any booze.”
“We don’t do that anymore,” you answered.
“How come?”
You inwardly groaned. You didn’t really want to get into it, this meeting had already been a complete and utter flop, but you guessed if you told him why you no longer celebrated outside of office hours he’d understand and shut up about the damn office party.
“It was a while ago. Before Hoseok was manager.” You began. “We used to all have Christmas lunch and then go out for drinks… and it was fun, don’t get me wrong,” you emphasised, knowing that he was just itching to call you boring. “But the last time we did it, our manager at the time ended up sleeping with the married receptionist and –”
“Mina?!” Seokjin exclaimed, interrupting story time.
“No, not Mina,” you cried. As if Jungkook would be oblivious to the fact she was married, but then again, he was pretty dumb. He’d been here eight months already and still didn’t know how to photocopy properly.
“Before her.” You stressed, noticing the shock on Seokjin’s face disappear. “They were both wasted but it was still no excuse. Her husband found out, charged into the office Monday morning.”
“Oh, fuck.” Seokjin chuckled, obviously enjoying the drama.
“He was ready to fight but it didn’t end well, because… our manager was a black belt.”
You winced at the memory, remembering that morning very well. The initial shock, the screams, your manager morphing into the Hulk… the punches… the blood… It was crazy to say the least, and after Christmas you never saw the man again. Devin, the CFO, informed you he’d “moved on” by his own willing but you didn’t really believe that. Hoseok was his replacement. Mina was hired shortly after when Kevin couldn’t handle the stress of being an accountant and a receptionist on the side.
“Brilliant,” Seokjin laughed, clapping his hands together. “So, the guy who’d gotten cheated on had the shit kicked out of him in front of the whole office?”
“Pretty much,” you nodded, still feeling a little sad for the man even though it was three years ago now – and you didn’t even know his name. “Ever since then it’s been a buffet in the conference room kind of thing.”
Looking over at Seokjin then, you suddenly had the urge to add, “It’s safer. No one ends up fucking that way.”
His eyes bulged and he broke into a little cough at the shock of the word falling from your mouth so easily, choking on his own laugh. “Fuck…” He went to repeat, only petering off last minute, shaking his head in disbelief.
You tried not to feel smug about it but you couldn’t help it. Lame, yes you were.
“Fine,” Seokjin sighed, resignation in his tone. “Stupid fricking office party it is.”
“I’m glad that we finally agree on something.”
He just rolled his eyes at you.
The next couple of weeks went by quite fast and slowly, in between work, you and Seokjin actually got somewhere with the party planning – surprisingly. At first he’d been adamant to separate each job between you, but that was only because he wanted to be in charge of the theme. You’d point-blank refused. As much as you hated it, you needed to work together as a team, so that meant making decisions together. Star Wars at Christmas wasn’t exactly something you agreed on, but neither was Christmas cats. (“You need to get laid ASAP”, had been his words when you’d suggested such an idea… but he didn’t really have a leg to stand on as a Star Wars fan, so…).
Finally, after just over a week of brainstorming (and bickering), you decided on something: Family Christmas. It wasn’t the most original idea, but it was something, and you’d already thought of a bunch of things to do ready for it, which involved Jungkook getting his camera out and everyone dressing up in their holiday pyjamas.
It was a Monday afternoon right now, an hour until you went home for the day, and you and he were making use of some spare time you had – making a list of all the decorations you needed to purchase. He’d dragged his chair over to your desk which you weren’t very happy about but what could you do? Sometimes sacrifices had to be made, especially when it came down to Christmas.
“It was my birthday over the weekend,” Seokjin told you casually.
“Oh, was it?”
You could feel his gaze on your face as you scribbled down in your notebook. “Didn’t you see on Facebook? Everyone was wishing me happy birthday.”
“Were they?” You said impassively, now aware he was itching for some attention. “I don’t go on there that much.” Why you’d accepted his friend request still baffled you, but you were always the bigger, better person in life. Plus, you’d stopped logging in months ago.
There was a pause. Ahh, lovely, silence. What bliss –
“I mentioned it Friday too.”
You sighed, turning to look at him. “Happy belated birthday, Seokjin. I hope you had a good day.”
He grinned. There it was, what he’d been after. He was such a kid. “Thanks. I did actually, I went –”
“Is Hoseok around?”
Your attention was stolen by the sound of someone’s voice – Namjoon’s voice, and you looked to the reception desk to see him stood beside it. You swooned a little at the sight of him; legs long enough to climb, a butt hard enough to crack walnuts with – chest too. Namjoon was the foreman of the warehouse on the ground floor. He was handsome, charming, and genuinely a nice person. You hadn’t seen him for a while, so you were definitely caught by surprise.
“Yeah, he’s in his office,” Mina replied with a smile, watching his ass as he turned and started walking away. You didn’t blame her.
“Hi, Y/N.” He gave you a dazzling smile as he noticed you, bypassing your boss’ office to make his way over.
“Hi, Joon.” You greeted, unable to stop smiling like an idiot. “How are you?”
“Busy, he shrugged. Leaning in, you felt your pulse begin to quicken. “You don’t go clubbing anymore? I haven’t seen you around.”
“Ana got pretty bored of it.”
That was a lie actually. One you’d thought of on the spot. It wasn’t that you disliked going out, although you did feel too old for it now – the hangovers just kept getting worse – but when you’d started meeting up with Namjoon and his friends in the summer you’d been on a little Quest for Fun. You blamed it on the breakup. Now that you were over it, and had been for quite some time, clubbing wasn’t near as appealing as it used to be. You much preferred staying in and sitting in front of the television.
“That shouldn’t stop you. I can always be your company if you’re lonely,” he smirked, that pesky dimple sending your heart a flutter. He always did this. Flirting came so natural to him, he was great at it.
You heard someone clearing their throat to the side of you. Namjoon and you both looked over at the same time. Oh, right… Seokjin was here. You’d actually forgotten about him.
“Hey, man,” Namjoon smiled politely. They didn’t know each other too well, but that didn’t stop Namjoon from being friendly. He looked down at your notebook. “What are you guys up to?”
The question was definitely directed to you but Seokjin answered anyway. “Organising the office Christmas party.”
“Ahhh.” Namjoon nodded, smirking your way, Seokjin once again forgotten. “Do I get an invite?”
You smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you always?” He and the guys downstairs always popped up and joined in on the celebrations, but yes, okay, maybe you were flirting too… You couldn’t help it, not after what happened last –
“Namjoon?”
Hoseok’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked over Namjoon’s shoulder, seeing him stood in his doorway.
Namjoon sighed, taking a step backwards. “I gotta go, business calls, beautiful. See you around.” Turning his back to you he started to walk off, only to glance over his shoulder last minute, shooting you a wink. “Remember, if you’re ever feeling lonely…”
You giggled, giving him a wave and watched him follow Hoseok into his office.
“What was that?” Seokjin asked, sounding absolutely baffled.
“What was what?” You shot, now realising you’d turned to mush right in front of him.
“That,” he exclaimed. “You and Namjoon all over one another.” He paused to pull a face. “I’ve come all over all queasy.”
“Shut up,” you brushed off. “We weren’t.”
He looked at you as if you’d gone mad. “The looks! The winking. The way your voice went all high-pitched… Do you like him?”
“As a friend,” you stressed. Although, what was it to him?!
He stared at you. “So nothing’s going on between the two of you?”
“No.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I don’t expect you to do anything,” you shook your head, laughing in confusion. “I don’t care if you believe me or not.”
Seokjin dropped it thankfully and you got back to your list, jotting down a few more things you needed. It was until Namjoon reappeared from Hoseok’s office and waved goodbye to you that Seokjin couldn’t contain himself any longer.
“What?” You demanded when you heard him scoff to himself.
“He definitely wants to fuck you.” He shook his head. “Trust me. I have a males sixth sense when it comes to that.”
You could feel yourself growing mad. That’s why you ultimately ended up spilling. As stupid as it was. “Maybe he already has…”
It took a moment for Seokjin to make sense of your words. “W-what?” You could physically see when the penny dropped, it was actually quite amusing. You liked making him speechless. “You and Namjoon already… When?!”
You shrugged, feeling mildly embarrassed. “It was during the summer.” You tried to think of more things you’d need for this party but your mind was now a blur and Seokjin wouldn’t let you anyway.
“You can’t just drop that and not give me details,” he cried.
“Keep your voice down,” you hissed. Nobody knew bar Ana. Who had been the with you the night you and Namjoon had hooked up. It wasn’t exactly a secret, but you didn’t want the whole office knowing your business.
Seokjin looked at you wide-eyed, patiently – or not so – waiting for you to explain yourself. You grumbled, not quite believing you were about to tell him, you didn’t want him knowing your business, but then again, it was a great feeling knowing that you’d shocked him. “I’d just… I’d just broken up with my boyfriend and I wanted to… let loose a little. It was just a one time thing.”
But it had been good – amazing, actually. A repeat had never shown itself, but you were happy enough for it to be a onetime thing.
“You have one night stands?” Seokjin asked, although you were sure it was rhetorical.
“It happened once.”
He wasn’t listening. “And here I was thinking you were a prude.”
“Like I said before, you don’t know me.”
Seokjin chuckled, amused by your attitude. It sent your insides a little jittery – but only for a split second – and it could’ve very well been annoyance. “So… How was it?”
“Excuse me?”
“How was the sex?”
“I’m not answering that,” you refused.
“Why not?” He looked puzzled. “What’s a bit of hook up talk amongst friends?”
“Friends?” You repeated with a chortle. “Good one.”
He ignored you. “Come on. I’ll tell you about the sex I had over the weekend. Birthday sex is always the best. One hook up story for another.”
You pulled a face, unsure why the idea of Seokjin getting in on was so unpleasant, but then he laughed. It was loud, and partly squeaky. Contagious too. You couldn’t help but join in. “Go away.” You whined, pushing at his shoulder. You were not going into detail, palming him off. “I can’t even remember it.”
“Ouch.” Seokjin sniggered. “Don’t tell him that. It seems like he thinks about it every goddamn night.”
Pfftt. You doubted that. “I mean, it was ages ago.”
“That shouldn’t matter, babe,” Seokjin tutted. “You never forget a good time.”
“Are you purposely trying to be an asshole?” If he called you babe one more time, you swore to God…
“I’m not trying.” He smirked, face falling as he realised that hadn’t been worded correctly. “…Wait.”
Okay then, he was just a natural asshole. Good to know.
Begrudgingly, you had to admit you and Seokjin made a pretty good team once you put aside your issues with one another. With the theme decided, it was easy enough to get everything in place. Jungkook took the “family” photos you needed of the staff and you went to get them professionally printed, shoving them in frames ready to place around the office in preparation. Seokjin found a lot of the decorations needed, which was actually very helpful of him. You were so impressed you even agreed to let him decorate the conference room all by himself when the time came. The office was already overflowing with tinsel, the Christmas tree up, but the conference room was always left for the day of the party, the last Friday before the company closed for Christmas.
Secret Santa had been organised too. Quite unfortunately you’d pulled out Seokjin’s name (see, you were cursed,) but you’d bought the first pair of cufflinks you’d found in the department store last week, so you didn’t have to worry about that for long. All that was left now was the buffet. And that’s how you found yourself sat in Seokjin’s kitchen on a Friday night, a week to go until D-Day…
There hadn’t been time to look over the restaurant’s menu in work hours, and you’d given up trying to organise things over Skype with him. The first and last time you’d tried that, Seokjin had added Jungkook into the call, both of them getting ready to game. It had been a mess to say the least, so the only other option was to meet up after work. Seokjin had been the first to invite you over, so here you were. It wasn’t as if you purposely didn’t want him to step foot inside your home. He wasn’t that bad.
His apartment wasn’t either… He lived with his best friend, an interior architect, which made a lot of sense once Seokjin told you. Unless you were confusing it for an interior designer, which you probably were – either way, this place was cool. And spotless. It smelt nice too. Always a plus.
You were halfway done picking through the menu when his phone started ringing. You noticed him hesitate, as if he wondering if he should pick up but ultimately decided to after a few rings.
“Hey mom,” he greeted, glancing over at you to mouth sorry.
You shook your head to tell him it was okay and pulled out your phone from your hoody pocket, taking the break to scroll through social media. A text pinged through from Ana, wondering what dress she should wear tomorrow night when you went out for drinks. Every year you went out just before Christmas, despite how much you complained. It was mandatory now, but undeniably Ana took it a lot more serious than you. You had no idea what you’d be wearing tomorrow and wouldn’t until an hour before the Uber came to get you.
“I know that, but I just can’t leave him,” Seokjin sighed beside you. You paused, having never heard him sound quite like that before. He sounded… serious for one. And frustrated. You replied to Ana quickly, trying your best not to overhear anymore – which was difficult. You were practically brushing shoulders at the kitchen table.
“I don’t think he wants to come. He said he doesn’t even want to celebrate this year.”
Again, you were doing a terrible job at this. Whatever this was about, you were beginning to feel rude listening in. But then again, if Seokjin didn’t want you to hear then surely he would’ve stepped into the living room. You were being a goddamn worrier.
“Okay, I’ll speak to you soon, bye. Love you.”
Love you? Seokjin told his mom he loved her? The revelation caught you off guard, forgetting that he was off the phone now and as you heard him clear his throat, shoving the device into his sweatpants pocket, you jumped, copying and slipping yours back inside your hoody.
“Sorry about that,” he apologised. “It was my mom.”
“It’s fine.” You reassured. He sounded a little dejected all of a sudden, a far cry from ten minutes ago when he’d been laughing over the word vol-au-vent. You hesitated, wondering if you should ask if everything was okay? You felt a little awkward, as if you were pushing boundaries, but surprisingly he told you himself without any prompting.
“She really wants me to come home for Christmas but I can’t leave Yoongi.” He definitely sounded exasperated now.
“Yoongi?” You repeated, a little lost.
Seokjin glanced at you, narrowing his eyes as if he was trying to guess if you were messing around or not. “My best friend…” He said slowly. “Y’know, the one I live with…”
“Oh.”
You fool. Now it looked like you hadn’t been listening to him. You had been, you really had, the name just slipped your mind momentarily. After only an hour… “Sorry,” you murmured.
He shrugged, carrying on. “I kinda owe him one.”
“How come?” The menu now laid forgotten.
Seokjin sighed. “It’s kind of a long story.” You waited to see if he’d care to explain, although of course he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to. “His girlfriend broke up with him about a month ago and he’s been pretty cut up ever since.”
He wanted to. You listened politely, aware this was the first time either of you’d had a conversation very much deemed as serious.
“I’m going to stay here with him because well,” he hesitated, glancing at you briefly. He seemed a little embarrassed but decided to continue. “He let me move in with him after my ex and I split up. He was there for me so it’s only fair that I’m there for him.” He finished with a rushed smile, reaching to rub the back of his neck bashfully.
The action was pretty endearing.
“Is that why you transferred?” You asked, aware the conversation was straying but you couldn’t help it. The surprise of finding out he’d moved here after the breakdown of his relationship was distracting to say the least. You’d always pegged Seokjin as a guy who’d never been in a serious relationship – judgemental, yes, but they were the type of vibes he gave out. Maybe you just couldn’t imagine him settled down and in love. He was such a free spirit, never serious enough – although, right now he was...
Possibly, you didn’t know him at all…
Seokjin nodded. “Yeah, I wanted a fresh start. Yoongi said this city was nice, so.”
There was a beat of silence and afraid it would become awkward you rushed to say something of worth. “Break ups are tough.”
God, that sounded a lot cheesier than you intended.
“They are,” he agreed. “Although... I don’t know how yours went – mine was okay, sad but mutual. We just didn’t love each other anymore. Yoongi’s on the other had… He got cheated on.”
“That sucks.” You empathised, before shrugging softly. “Mine was okay too. As break ups go.”
Were you bonding? Bonding with Seokjin? Ludicrous. However, what was even more unbelievable was how normal and comfortable it felt…
“How are you spending Christmas this year?” He asked, continuing to make conversation.
“Well, I usually visit my parents too but they’re going to be abroad this year so I’ll just spend it with my friend Ana’s family.” It was all planned, they lived super close by so at least this year would be easy.
He sniggered, eyes twinkling as opened his mouth to tease you. “Ditched by your own parents, embarrassing.”
“Hey,” you exclaimed, whacking his arm just before you burst into laughter.
He laughed along for a moment before growing semi-serious again. But just for a moment. “It’s actually going to be my first Christmas away from my family. It feels kind of weird but I can’t bring Yoongi along, he’ll bum out the atmosphere.”
You scoffed, voice filled with sarcasm. “You’re such a great friend, Seokjin.”
He chuckled, opening his mouth to reply, but just as he did you both heard the door in the entry way opening, footsteps sounding. You guessed Yoongi was back home. Not long after, a black haired man came into view and Seokjin moved, cool air filling the gap. You realised just how close you’d been sat together. When had that happened?
“Hey Yoongi,” Seokjin smiled. Yoongi raised a hand. “This is Y/N, my co-worker. You’ve heard me talk about her before, right?”
Huh? Whining about you, no doubt…
“Oh... yeah.” Yoongi’s eyes travelled to yours, a small smile upturning one corner of his mouth. “Hey, how’s it going?”
“Hey,” you returned his smile. “Nice to meet you.”
“How was work?” Seokjin asked. He sounded… concerned? That was sweet.
Yoongi shrugged. “Fine. Had an appointment with a client.” Silence. He was a man of very few words. You liked it. “I’m going to my room, have fun planning that Christmas party.”
Of course. That’s why Yoongi knew about you, Seokjin had told him about the party planning…
You waved him bye, and then, once you’d heard him make his way upstairs, Seokjin turned to you. “See? Bums out the atmosphere.”
“What atmosphere?” You joked. “No, but he seemed okay, considering…” Yes, his shoulders were a little slumped, as if he was carrying the whole world on them, but who knows, that could’ve been a thing before the breakup… He had sort of smiled at you…
“Yeah…” Seokjin agreed, before pausing and raising an eyebrow. “Maybe he liked what he saw. You could always do me a solid and try to cheer him up for me.”
You puzzled, unsure what he was getting at.
“You know, like Namjoon did for you…”
“SEOKJIN,” you yelled, jaw dropping in shock. “What the hell is wrong with you?” It wasn’t funny.
He squeaked a laugh. “I’m just messing around, don’t worry. I don’t want you to sleep with Yoongi. That would just be weird. Besides,” he added as an afterthought, smirking mischievously. “You’re too boring.”
He was trying to tease you again, wanting you to bite. Well, it wasn’t going to happen.
“I wouldn’t touch any of your friends,” you shot instead. “They’re tainted by default.”
Seokjin chuckled softly, shaking his head from side to side as he began to study the menu again.
“You ladies have a couple of admirers,” the waiter grinned as he placed two white wine spritzers on your table.
Ana squealed, taking one of the glasses immediately. “Where?”
You’d only been out barely an hour, already in your second bar, but even you had to admit the thought of someone buying you a drink was a little exciting. You followed the waiter’s hand to a booth across the floor, anticipation pumping through your veins only to be thoroughly disappointed when you recognised one of the faces – well, both faces actually, but you’d only been acquainted with the second yesterday…
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you groaned.
“What?” Ana asked mildly confused, waving off the waiter with a thanks. “What’s wrong? They are so hot!”
“That’s dick cheese and his friend!”
“Wha–The guy you work with?” Your best friend sounded flabbergasted. “Which one is dick cheese? Although I wouldn’t kick either out of bed…”
“Ana!” You hissed, taking another glance at the booth. Seokjin waved at you wildly, an obnoxious grin on his face. You grumbled. “He’s the one on the left.”
“Oh, fuck.” She waved back, much to your annoyance. “No wonder he gets you so angry.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You were confused. Enough to not realise when she stood up, making a beeline for their booth. “Wait–Ana! Where are you going?!”
She didn’t bother to look back as she replied. “I’m going to say thanks, duh.”
.
.
And that’s how you found yourself well on the way to Drunksville. You were only supposed to get tipsy tonight, knowing you’d pay for anything more in the morning, but well, you’d moved onto a club down the road and the drinks kept coming, and as much as you hated to admit it, hanging out with Seokjin and Yoongi was actually pretty enjoyable. Although, no matter how much fun you were having, it wasn’t enough to stay on the dancefloor for too long.
“Hey,” you greeted Yoongi, slipping inside and around the booth to slump down next to him. Dancing couldn’t have been his cup of tea either because he’d given up way before you had. Seokjin and Ana were still going strong out there.
You downed what was left of your drink, willing yourself to cool down as you huffed and puffed. God, you were drunk.
“Are you okay?” He chuckled.
You smiled. You liked Yoongi. He was nice, quiet – you liked quiet. “So, tell me,” you wondered, eager to understand something. “How’s a guy like you friends with Seokjin?”
Yoongi’s forehead creased. “What do you mean?”
Shrugging, you bit back a hiccup. “You seem normal, he’s…” What was Seokjin again? You could usually come up with a million and one (not so nice) words to describe him but the room was slightly spinning and your brain came up blank.
Yoongi understood you anyway, laughing as he replied. “He can just seem that way at first, it’s the nerves. They make him act up.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Nerves?” What did that mean? You could never imagine a nervous Seokjin. He was always so sure of himself.
Yoongi didn’t clarify. “Me and him are actually very similar. Annoying little shits when we want to be,” he laughed, before hesitating, “I’m…I’m a little injured right now, that’s why I seem a lot more subdued.”
“Oh,” you murmured, hoping you didn’t come off as condescending. “Yeah, Seokjin told me about your breakup. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“You seem a lot happier tonight though,” you offered. Happier than yesterday evening.
“It’s called alcohol,” he grinned, bringing his glass up to his lips. He paused. “Y’know, he’s pretty cool once you get to know him.” It took you a second to realise he was talking about Seokjin. “He’s a great person.”
You shrugged slightly. “He’s okay.” What did it matter what you thought anyway? Seokjin definitely didn’t care.
“He likes to joke around, I admit, but it seems to make you laugh, so.” Yoongi smirked slightly and tilted his head, taking a took a sip of his beer.
Taken aback, you tried to think. Had you been laughing with Seokjin all night? Maybe laughing at him was a better way to describe it…
“What are you guys talking about?”
You jumped when you heard a familiar loud voice and looked up to see Seokjin leaning over the table, four shots balanced between the fingers of both hands – two in each. His face was flushed, redder than you’d ever seen it – he’d obviously had enough of dancing too.
“Nothing,” Yoongi replied smoothly. He stood up, finishing his drink. “I’m uh, I’m going outside for some fresh air.”
“But I got us shots,” Seokjin complained.
Yoongi looked over at you and smiled before tapping Seokjin on the shoulder. “I’m sure you and Y/N will make good use of them.”
Hm… Everyone was drunk and acting weird. Not that you had time to contemplate it because immediately Yoongi had gone and Seokjin was taking his seat next to you. His cologne hit you. It was different to usual, you’d realised instantly earlier in the night.
“Where’s Ana?” You asked. They’d both been dancing together when you’d left them.
He shrugged as he handed you a shot. “I don’t know, lost her on the dancefloor.”
You hesitated. Should you have more to drink? The shots might push you over the edge. But… you were having fun. It was one night out, you might as well do it properly. So quickly you downed the shot, smirking Seokjin’s way as you picked up another. “I’ll have hers then.”
He grinned slowly before scoffing as you choked. That shit burned, and you might have been able to handle the first shot no problem but this time your eyes watered and your throat screamed.
“Seems like you’re trying to prove a point,” he laughed.
“What do you mean?” You demanded, already feeling more lightheaded.
He didn’t care to explain, instead doing his two shots straight after the other, able to handle them with just a wince. “What do you think of Yoongi?” He asked, barely giving the liquid time to slip down his throat.
“Huh?”
“Do you like him?”
You shrugged, confused as to why he was asking you. “He seems nice, yeah.”
“So, you like him?”
You froze. “Are you still trying to hook us up? I don’t like him like that.” You didn’t even know him.
“No, no,” Seokjin rushed. “I wasn’t trying to… never mind.” He shook his head, changing the subject. “So who did you get for Secret Santa?”
“I’m not telling you,” you huffed, pushing his shoulder.
“That means it’s me.”
“Seokjiiin,” you whined, leaning into him as you nudged him once more.
He laughed, looking a little surprised by your sudden affection – however unintentional. “I think you’re drunk.”
…Maybe those shots were a bad idea, you’d only get worse…
.
.
“Should we go and look for Yoongi and Ana?” Seokjin asked, checking his watch.
You’d been sat together for a while now, conversation coming surprisingly easy. It was nonsense mostly – you might or might not have helped Seokjin with some festive ideas to prank Jungkook with – but Ana hadn’t come back from the dancing yet, and Yoongi was still outside – unless he’d done a runner, which was highly probable according to Seokjin. So it was probably best you both went to look for your friends.
You followed closely behind Seokjin as you searched through the club and at one point he reached for your hand, helping you through a large group of people. His grip was warm and oddly gentle, but you didn’t have time to think about it too much as he’d already let go. He waited for you as you checked the restroom, but your best friend was nowhere to be found. It was probably the alcohol in your system but you started to get a little worried, especially when your text went ignored. Seokjin seemed to notice.
“Stay here, okay? I’m going to check outside. I don’t want you to freeze to death.” He told you, having to practically shout in your ear the music was so loud in this area.
You found yourself a little touched by his concern, no matter how small it was and listened, clutching your purse to your middle. You were in a black mini dress after all, your arms barely covered. You still had the perfect view of him though, able to watch him step out the building and look down the road. You noticed the concern on his features slowly turn into shock, his mouth dropping open, and you frowned. What the hell had he seen?
“Seokjin!” You called, which was pretty useless. He couldn’t hear a damn thing. You could barely hear yourself. You rushed forward. “Seokjin?” You pushed your way past some people who had clogged up the entry way and dashed down the stone steps. “What is it?”
The winter air hit you instantly. It was fucking freezing. Seokjin still looked in shock, glued to the spot and you grew frustrated, stopping right beside him. “What?” You demanded. “What’s going on?!”
You followed his line of vision, and immediately you were positive your expression matched his. A little down the road, up against the wall, Yoongi and Ana were wrapped around one another, attached at the mouth. You were speechless, the cold no longer a problem.
“Let’s not interrupt them,” Seokjin said suddenly, taking you by the hand once again to drag you back inside. (Your feet honestly wouldn’t work.)
The instant heat got your blood pumping again, although the music did nothing for your whirring head. “What did we just witness?” You turned to him and asked (shouted).
Seokjin still looked just as shocked, but he managed a joke, wrinkling his nose up. “Ew, what if our friends start dating? I’ll be stuck with you forever.”
“Grow up,” you rolled your eyes, before randomly taking in the sight of him. How wasn’t he melting to death? The guy was in a fuzzy Christmas sweater. Actually, an even more important question; how hadn’t he electrocuted himself? The reindeer on his chest lit up. If one drop of sweat got into that hidden battery pack he was done for, surely?
“I thought you’d be saving that jumper for Friday,” you commented (yelled), quite honestly in a daze. You were drunk, in absolute shock, toes frozen, and somehow you were stood with Seokjin making conversation about Christmas jumpers.
“Who says I don’t have a whole drawer full of the festive fuckers. I did say I loved Christmas, no?” He laughed.
You joined in. “I thought you were bullshitting.”
“Of course you did.” He said with a small smile, shaking his head a little.
“I can’t believe we caught them kissing.” You couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “They’re probably doing more than that by now.”
“Shut up.” You whined. “Wait. Do you think he told her about the breakup?”
“What?” Seokjin asked you to repeat, leaning in slightly, unable to hear you properly above the music.
“Do you think she knows he’s on the rebound?”
Seokjin shrugged. “Maybe. Who cares.”
“I care!” You exclaimed causing him to wince because you’d accidentally shouted in his ear. “Ana’s my best friend!”
Seokjin rolled his eyes slightly. “I thought you of all people would know people can just fuck with no strings attached.”
“Will you ever drop that,” you deadpanned. Your hook up with Namjoon happened so long ago now, you barely even thought about it unless you saw him at work, which was pretty rare anyway.
“Nope.” The way the sound of the p popped off his lips annoyed you.
“What about you?” You asked, changing the subject from you. “No getting lucky tonight? Is Christmas sex not on par with birthday sex?”
He burst out laughing. “I’d say it is, yeah, but I still have a couple of weeks to make it happen, so ask me then.”
His answer almost annoyed you more and you couldn’t place why. He was just being stupid, classic old Seokjin. You should be used to it by now.
“Come on,” he winked, stepping forward, towards the middle of the club and his hand cupped your elbow. “Let’s dance!”
“No, no, no,” you immediately refused, grabbing his hand to stop him.
“Pleaseee,” he pleaded, eyes wide. “I want to dance with you. You’ve hardly been on the floor all night.”
Oh. Your heart did a little flip inside your chest. Maybe it was the tequila making its way back up your body…
“Come on,” he chuckled, not giving up. “It’ll warm you up.” On cue both of his hands lifted and he started rubbing your shoulders. “I told you not to come outside. Now we both have the mental image of Yoongi sucking face stuck behind our eyelids and you’ve got frost bite.”
You giggled, but still wouldn’t relent. He could stay here warming you up for the rest of the night if he wanted… Dancing made you sweaty.
He tilted his head, giving you a look. “Y/N, do you want me to call you boring again?”
And just like that you wanted to prove him wrong… You were a sucker. He knew what he was doing.
Only, the second round of shots for some Dutch courage were probably a bad idea. Your idea, but a very bad one, nevertheless. The dancefloor seemed to be stickier than it was an hour ago – and busier. It was packed and loud, which worked to distract you from how drunk you were.
Seokjin could move. You hadn’t realised earlier, not really paying attention as you’d danced with Ana instead, but with just the two of you left you let him embarrass the hell out of you on the floor. At first it was definitely on purpose; he pulled the largest, wackiest moves that you begged him to stop, but soon enough he had you dying of laughter, so he continued, your amusement spurring him on. And then drunk you had to join in…
“You know what? You’re actually pretty fun once you loosen up,” Seokjin yelled above the music, his hands somehow having found their way to your hips as you both snaked them to the beat.
“I’m always fun,” you informed him, your breath fanning across his face as you lifted your arms in the air. “You just only know work me.”
He smiled. “Well, I don’t know, I think I’m getting to know normal you lately…”
You snorted some type of noise. “That’s what you think!”
He went to open his mouth to argue but you spun around, your back pressed to him as you continued to sway. Your skin was hot to the touch, too many bodies cramped in this small space, but you loved the feeling of Seokjin’s hands on your hips, even more so when they slowly inched up your waist. You flung your arms back, looping them around his neck to pull him closer. It had been a long time since you’d danced with a guy like this. Not even Namjoon. Not even your ex.
You could feel how boiling he was too, a thin layer of sweat coating the back of his neck, and as you ran your fingers through his slightly wavy hair he let out a little groan. It was extremely quiet, would’ve gone unnoticed if his mouth wasn’t hovering by your ear, but now you’d heard it and it changed everything. Something exploded inside your chest, fresh heat prickling your skin and you found yourself pushing into him further, grinding in a small circle.
The dancefloor was full of couples like this so no one took any notice. But Seokjin did. He froze, as if he was sure he’d imagined it, so ever so carefully you did it again. This time he knew his drunk mind wasn’t playing tricks on him and after a slight hesitation his hands slid to your hips again, gripping them tighter. He let you grind against him, but didn’t reciprocate, he just kept dancing to the music, which seemed to turn you even braver.
With the bass of the music pumping through your body you moved back and forth against his crotch, hearing his breath get shallower and shallower. It was addictive and you were chasing the feeling before you knew it, bold and finding yourself getting more turned on by the second. It wasn’t long before you began to feel him grow hard against your ass, and even though surprised, you still carried on, loving it.
“Y/N,” he murmured against your ear, sounding out of breath. You circled your hips again. This time he couldn’t help but push back. “It’s getting late.” His voice faltered. “You’re drunk. I’m drunk.”
You frowned to yourself. What was he trying to say? You felt his hands leave your hips, reaching for your arms around his neck to slide them away. He was trying to get you to face him. He was still half hard in his pants but he ignored it.
“You’re drunk,” he repeated, as if it was some sort of answer, some sort of reason. He started to twist you his way but you tripped, falling into him. “Definitely drunk,” he chuckled, tugging his hands off your waist from where he’d caught you. “It’s time to go home.”
“I don’t want to go home,” you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck. You went to push your body into him but he angled away from you, creating distance.
“You need to go home,” he laughed. It sounded awkward. “Think of that hangover tomorrow.”
“I will,” you shrugged, “tomorrow.”
Seokjin stared at you, his brown eyes wavering slightly. They were darker than usual, swimming with something that made your belly flip, but he steeled himself, holding strong. “Come on,” he pressed. “We can share an Uber.”
“It’s fine.” You muttered, disappointed for some reason. You were unsure how he could hear you above the music, but he did. “I’ll find Ana.”
He chuckled. “Ana’s definitely gone by now. Don’t you remember what we caught her doing?”
Oh.
He was right.
Damn your best friend.
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You didn’t remember much of the Uber ride home, the sudden departure from the club had brought deafening silence and you were now very aware of how much your head was spinning. Your bed was calling you – your warm, cosy, king sized bed… However, you took one look at Seokjin as he helped you out of the car and all that became forgotten.
You clung to his jumper, voice still loud despite there being no music now. “Do you want to come in?”
“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He replied carefully, chuckling. “Sober you definitely doesn’t want me in your apartment.”
You reached forward, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes and giving him what you hoped was your best smile. “Drunk me does.”
He held your stare for a moment, searching long enough to see something that made him make up his mind. “Fine,” he sighed lightly, bending down into the car to talk to the driver. You were barely listening, looking up at the stars, but Seokjin held your hand tightly, keeping your heels rooted to the ground.
“Keep this thing running, I’ll be back in five.”
“That’s gonna cost you, my friend.”
“It’s fine.” Another sigh. “Just– stay? I won’t be long.”
It took you a couple of minutes to get through your door, Seokjin had to open it in the end, and he followed you in, a respectable distance behind you. He closed the door quietly, smiling when you turned back to look at him as you kicked off your shoes.
“Okay, you’re home safe now. I’m just going to go, see you Monday, okay?”
“No, don’t go,” you bemoaned, closing the distance to cling to him once again. In your drunken state you couldn’t place why you wanted him to stay so bad. All you knew was that you did.
He sighed again, lifting his hands to clasp over your wrists in an attempt to move you away. He looked and sounded torn. “Y/N, the Uber’s running. I’m going to end up paying double to get home.”
You shrugged. “Tell him to leave then.”
He closed his eyes and exhaled, it sounded like a whimper. “What are you doing to me?” He murmured, but you were barely paying attention, swaying where you stood. He noticed and groaned. “You’re so drunk!”
“Am not.”
He laughed, genuinely amused, and if your drunk mind didn’t know any better it sounded as if he was endeared by you. He shook your shoulders lightly. “Look at me.” You couldn’t quite focus. He cupped your face instead, laughing louder as he angled you to stare straight into his eyes. “Look at me. You are so out of it.”
You just grumbled, but warmth fluttered through your body. It felt good to be touched by him. You thought back to the dancefloor, the way you’d been pressed up against his body. Your mouth parted, suddenly thirsty. Really thirsty. But for what?
“Can you even make out my face?” Seokjin asked, continuing to be amused.
“Of course,” you snapped, fingers reaching for him. “There’s your hair,” – You ran your fingers through the dark brown locks – “your eyes... nose…” He let you poke his eyelids gently and then you bopped his nose.
“Get offf.” He snorted softly.
And then your attention fell to his mouth. Those plump, deep pink lips that were opened and slightly wet from where he’d been swiping his tongue across them. You swallowed, hands cupping his jaw. “Your lips –”
You dove before you knew what you were really doing, pressing your mouth to his, taking him by surprise. Not a second later he was pulling back, holding you at arm’s length. “Woah, woah.” He chuckled in surprise, but his voice wavered. “Not the time, Y/N. Trust me.”
You frowned, annoyance spiking and you shook him off. “What? So you’ve suddenly turned chivalrous now?” Scoffing, you felt like an idiot – upset and embarrassed, you spoke without thinking. “Or do you just not want me?”
Something flashed across Seokjin’s face. He looked irritated. Sounded it too when he replied. “Of course I fucking want you.” You froze. Huh? However, you didn’t have time to think about what he’d said before he was striding towards you, backing you up against the wall. You gripped the tops of his arms on instinct, looking up at him as he loomed over you, hair falling into his dark eyes. They were the same colour as they had been back at the club – when you’d been grinding all over him. Your breath caught.
“Ever wondered why you frustrate me so much?” He rasped.
Something inside you screamed. Not that you had time to realise because immediately his mouth was on yours. Each press of his lips was rushed, as if he was acting on instinct and all you could do was cling to him and try to keep up. You let out a moan when you felt his tongue attempt to push past the seam of your lips and you let him in, moaning louder when the wet muscles clashed together, the dam now broken.
It was contagious. Seokjin grunted against you, throatier than you were expecting, noises so unlike him your whole body burned in desire. Actually, it was on fire. It started to crave him, the feeling so strong all you could do was let it take you. You yelped when his hands curled around your ass, giving you one strong push and you promptly jumped into his arms. He caught you effortlessly and you wrapped your legs around him.
By God, he was strong. He crashed you into the wall, mouth still hungry as he ground his crotch into yours. The skirt of your dress had ridden up to your waist, your underwear the only thing protecting you as he rubbed you against his dick. Which was hard again – very hard. Maybe he’d had a semi the whole car ride home, which was a thought that got you moaning louder inside his mouth, your tongues getting messy, your teeth clashing.
“Seok-jin,” you whimpered. Your core tingled, hot to the touch and you could feel your arousal beginning to pool against the lace of your thong. You wanted him – no, you needed him. “Pleaseee. Please.”
He grunted, your begging fucking with his head and you felt his arms give way. He stumbled forward, no other option but to ease you down to the floor, but his mouth didn’t relent; he kissed you just as needy as before, sliding down your chin to make his way to your throat.
You gasped at the new sensation, his tongue licking strips up your skin, his teeth nipping. Your legs shook under you, nothing to do with the alcohol you’d consumed, it was all him. He was driving you wild, and you needed him to fuck you. You knew that much.
Your hand reached between your bodies, loving the sound of Seokjin heavy breathing against your ear as he now sucked on your lobe, and you wrapped your palm around his clothed cock. He was solid. Rock hard.. It had to be painful, surely? You got to work, rubbing him back and forth in an attempt to relieve some of his discomfort.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and you jutted your hips into him too, mistaking the cursing for his enjoyment. “Y/N, wait,” he said, pulling back and stopping the movements of your hand, his long fingers circling your wrist. You tried reaching for his mouth again, still oblivious to his sudden change in demeaner.
“Not like this,” he murmured, trying his best not to kiss you back, no matter how hard you pecked his mouth.
“Why?” You asked, giving up. Your lips were wet and swollen. They prickled. God, you were so turned on your voice shook. His too.
“Do you even know what you’re doing right now?” He sounded uncertain, looking you in the eyes as he chuckled bitterly. “You hate my guts. You don’t want my dick.”
You frowned. What was he talking about? You’d been practically dry humping him. Of course you wanted his dick. “I do,” you insisted, leaning into him to tug at his belt. He didn’t give in. “Seokjin, just give me your dick.”
He stared down at you, his hand still clutching your wrist, breathing still ragged, his eyes still black… but despite how much he obviously wanted this, he composed himself, his expression softening. You felt him reach behind you and gently pull your dress down over your ass.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?” He hummed softly, voice still visibly affected by you. “When you’re sober. When we’re both sober…”
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You awoke suddenly, peaceful and serene for all of two seconds before you groaned, burrowing your face into your pillow. It felt as if someone was stomping on top of your head. What the hell happened last night? Wait… How had you even gotten home? Why couldn’t you remember anything?!
You blindly reached for your nightstand, praying your cell phone was there, fingers stretched as far as they would allow until you felt the familiar belonging. You grabbed it and burrowed further under the covers. You needed to call Ana. She’d fill you in – make you remember.
Wait –
At the thought of your best friend you suddenly remembered a few things. Seokjin and Yoongi had been at the club too. They’d bought you drinks, you’d sat at their table, drunk more. Tequila must have been involved for you to be this clueless. Enough of it and you could forget your own name come morning. You’d always been the same since college. Squinting at the brightness of the screen, your head throbbing even harder if that was possible, you started to call Ana. It rang and rang… Frustrated you gave up. She could sleep through the end of the world so why were you surprised. You hoped she woke up with the world’s largest and longest hangover, serves her right for not – Oh. OH.
You shot up, in immediate regret when the entirety of your head spasmed. Groaning you tried to fight through the pain, wishing you had some calm so you could actually piece together your memories. Ana and Yoongi. Outside. All over one another. Making out against the wall.
What. The. Fuck.
No wonder why she wasn’t picking up.
The memories were hazy, but it was something. You continued to wrack your brain… You and Seokjin had found them, but they hadn’t been aware and then you’d gone back inside. He asked you to dance and that’s when you’d suggested more shot… Shots. Tequila shots. You were an idiot. Try as you might you couldn’t remember anything after that. It was all one big blur. How had you gotten from the club to your apartment?
You moved to sit on the side of your bed, soles of your feet pressing into the carpet. Your stomach churned a little. No, you couldn’t be sick. You hated being sick. Rubbing your stomach in an attempt to soothe it you looked down and realised you were still wearing your dress. Gross. You’d gotten into bed with your clothes on? You groaned weakly. You better have washed your hands before knocking out… although, you highly doubted it.
Looking at your phone again, you knew there was only one thing you could do. If you wanted answers you needed to ask the right person…
(10:34am) You: How the hell did I get home last night?
No more than a minute later three dots appeared on the screen, signalling Seokjin’s reply. But he was taking his time with it. Jesus. They kept disappearing for a few moments just to pop up again. Why was it such a hard question?!
(10:37am) Seokjin: You can’t remember?
Really? Three minutes to type three words?
(10:37am) You: Obviously not I wouldn’t be asking you otherwise
(10:38am) You: We saw Ana and Yoongi kissing... We had shots... We danced
You talked him through what you did recall, and once again, he played that irritating game with those three dots. You knew he wasn’t typing up an essay.
(10:41am) Seokjin: And then I took you home
You raised both your eyebrows. He took you home? Why did that surprise you so much?
(10:41am) You: Thanks
(10:42am) Seokjin: How’s your head?
(10:43am) You: Hurts
(10:43am) You: Everything hurts
(10:43am) Seokjin: 🤣
Rolling your eyes, you threw your phone on the bed and managed to stand up. You were done talking to him of he was just going to laugh at your misery. Besides, he’d told you all you needed to know. The mystery was solved. Next, you needed to shower.
Immediately.
You were still feeling extremely fragile the next morning but managed to get into the office at 9am sharp with the help of coffee. You’d spent the night on the phone to Ana, getting all the nitty gritty details about her hook up with Yoongi. Apparently, they’d bumped into each other outside after she’d slipped out for some fresh air and had gotten talking. He’d told her about his recent breakup, and having been cheated on before, naturally Ana and he had bonded, and said bonding had led to kissing. Lots of it. Which had then led to lots of sex back at her apartment. (Yes, he did know how to use his dick if anyone was curious, and yes, it was very pretty.)
You’d expected to hear about it from Seokjin this morning but he was actually uncharacteristically quiet. Although, it might have been because he was partially blindsided when he got into the office. First, he was late, which had never happened before. No matter what you thought of Seokjin, he was always punctual and professional (when it was called for). And second, there was a surprise waiting for him.
Jungkook had draped his entire desk and chair in strings of fairy lights. Everything was lit up. It was a lot, but even you had to admit it was funny, and you hated their pranking war with a burning passion. Mainly because you were always caught in the middle. Seokjin however, seemed a little out of it. You mean, he still laughed, tried to wrestle Jungkook in the middle of Hoseok’s good morning greeting, but something about him seemed off. You couldn’t put a finger on it, it was almost like he was forcing it.
He hardly looked at you when you asked him what he had planned for payback. Shrugging his shoulders as he rolled his chair out and slumped in it – lights still twinkling. “Who knows.”
“I thought you had a bunch of ideas up your sleeve?” You’d spent a good half an hour discussing them Saturday night.
That got his attention. He raised an eyebrow as he stared at you. “You remember that? I thought everything was a blur?”
“Yeah, anything after we caught our best friends getting freaky on the streets.” You chuckled, feeling a little uneasy by the way he was still looking at you, as if he was suspicious of something.
After a moment he gave up…Possibly? Upturning his shoulder he gave you a small smile. “Lightweight.” He didn’t meet your eyes though and leaned over to start pulling at a string of lights that laid between your desks.
You reached over on instinct, placing your hand over his to stop him. He recoiled a little and you pulled back. What was that reaction for? “Keep them up,” you told him, choosing to ignore whatever had just happened. “It’s Christmas after all.”
You dropped your hand under the desk, it tingled a little. Seokjin’s hand had felt warm, familiar? The inklings of something floated around the sides of your brain but you couldn’t place your finger on it.
“Just don’t blow us up,” you joked.
Wait. Seokjin’s stupid Christmas jumper from Saturday night. You remembered now. It had lit up and you’d wondered how he hadn’t set himself on fire yet. That was it. What was trying to seep into your brain just now. Hopefully things were coming back to you slowly… You’d remember everything in no time, you were sure of it.
Meanwhile Seokjin nodded slowly, retreating his hand as he smiled at you slightly.
Was he feeling okay? You thought about asking him. Maybe his mom was still taking it bad that he wouldn’t make Christmas this year? You opened your mouth, full intentions to check in on him, but stopped yourself. It wasn’t really your place. You didn’t know his personal life all too well. You mean, yeah, he’d told you some things lately, but you didn’t want to overstep the mark. He was probably just having a bad day. Everyone had them.
However, you had to admit there was something quite unnerving about seeing him so downcast. It didn’t suit him.
What on earth could have happened?
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The last week of work flew by. It was always the same, the office in a rush to finish up all loose ends before the two week holiday. You and Seokjin had one last meeting on Wednesday morning, just to check in and make sure everything was ready for Friday. The buffet was getting delivered the morning of and that’s when Seokjin was going to decorate the conference room. You’d been in charge of the Christmas playlist but he didn’t seem to have much interest when you’d shown him your choices. In fact, he was still acting a little strange.
He was quiet, not his usual self, as in, he wasn’t constantly finding ways to annoy you. In fact, you barely spoke unless you had to, which before this Christmas party would’ve been great – the norm actually. However now, things were different. Had you done something to upset him? You couldn’t think what. Maybe you’d offended him when you were drunk and couldn’t remember? You thought about asking him but couldn’t find the nerve. Besides, Seokjin didn’t seem the type to get offended by trivial things. You and he tended to be at one another’s throats most (all) of the time, but it was all done in jest. You didn’t despise him, he just got on your nerves – like you got on his. You couldn’t imagine yourself saying anything terrible to him, especially because from what you could remember of that night, you’d both had fun… Hanging out with Seokjin wasn’t too bad, drunk or sober.
So, things continued to remain a mystery, until that was, the next day…
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“Here, I got you something.”
You looked away from your computer at the sound of Seokjin’s voice, finding him stood above you, his winter coat nearly buttoned all the way up. It was just after lunch on Thursday but Seokjin and Hoseok had to head off for an emergency meeting with a client who wanted to discuss something before Christmas.
Your forehead furrowed when you saw he was holding out a small glittery gift bag and when you took too long to take it he shook it. You reacted, taking it from him but still questioning him with your eyes. “Seokjin, Secret Santa is tomorrow.”
“No, it’s not for that,” he informed you, his voice oddly quiet. Now you were even more confused. Why had he gotten you a gift? You felt oddly embarrassed as you played with the ribbon handles nervously.
“I got Beryl,” he grumbled, easily making you ease up and chuckle. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what he’d purchased a sixty year old grandma… A bar of soap probably.
As if you couldn’t stop it, your fingers were opening up the gift. Seokjin noticed and started babbling immediately. “I saw it when I was out shopping for decorations and it made me think of you… I hope you like it. Sorry if you don’t.”
You awed as you pulled out a small Christmas bauble, green and gold in colour with the painting of a black cat in the centre, complete with a Christmas hat between its ears. It was beautiful and quirky – and totally unexpected. You’d gotten him a damn pair of lame ass cufflinks.
“You can hang it on your tree at home or something,” you heard him suggest.
You looked up at him, still a little speechless but you managed to get something out. “Thank you, Seokjin. I love it.”
His face lit up at that. The first time you’d seen him genuinely smile all week. “You do?”
You nodded, finding yourself unable to otherwise reply. Your heart felt a little funny. It was good to see him a cheerful, you’d missed it. He always looked good when he smiled…
He was looking at you, and you didn’t know whether you’d been staring first, but he was watching you carefully now, gaze slightly intense, as if he was trying to work something out, to find something. You dropped your chin, feeling embarrassed, cheeks hot. Why did you feel so strange? You were making it obvious.
“You really don’t remember Saturday night?” He spoke suddenly, tone soft, careful.
You froze. Straitening to look at him again you shook your head. “Nope.” You forced out a laugh. “It’s still a total blank. Can you believe it? Tequila is my mortal enemy.”
One side of Seokjin’s mouth raised into a half smile, but he didn’t look too amused. You felt something trickle down your spine – a bad feeling. “Seokjin?” You questioned, finding courage. “Why? What happened?” You needed to know.
“Hm?” He hummed, lost in thought. His face was serious once again.
“What happened Saturday night?”
He shook his head, squeezing out a small chuckle. It had fake written all over it. “Nothing.”
“Something must’ve happened,” you insisted, growing a little frustrated. Whatever it was had something to do with his odd behaviour.
He shrugged, hands in his pockets. His cheeks were growing flushed but that just annoyed you. “It’s nothing. You were just wasted.”
“Tell me now!” You hissed, careful to keep your voice down. The office was pretty empty at the moment, some still in the staffroom, others busy around the building, but you still didn’t want anyone overhearing something personal.
“No.” He refused. He looked stressed out.
“Seokjin!” He was stressing you out now. What the hell had you done that night?!
“I don’t want to.”
“Why?” You practically wailed.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“What happened?” You were losing it now, thinking the worst. “What did I do?”
He sighed loudly, finally giving in. “You kissed me.”
Silence.
The colour drained from your face at his revelation, dread instantly filling you. What? You hadn’t been expecting that. Whatever your mind had thought up, it definitely wasn’t that.
“We kissed, okay?” He continued. “I took you home, you practically begged me to come inside and we kissed.”
“Oh, my god,” you replied weakly, head now in your hands. You took a deep breath, trying to wrack your brains for any memories. How could you have forgotten such a major thing?! You invited Seokjin into your apartment? You kissed him? No wonder he’d been acting so strange this past week. You’d put him in such an awkward position. He was embarrassed and now so were you…
“I’m sorry,” Seokjin apologised, down to a whisper. “I should’ve told you but I just didn’t know how. I wasn’t expecting you to forget everything and I didn’t know how to –” He stopped himself with a groan, going around in circles.
Meanwhile, things were coming back to you. Not memories as such, more like hazy images and the faintest of sensations. His words had dislodged something. Dancing together, his hands on your body, his breath on your neck. The uber ride home. Stood in your entry way. Your hands on his arms. The feeling of his body pressed into yours. Your mouths attached and hungry. You felt yourself burn, unclear recollections stirring something hidden inside of you.
“…Y/N?” Seokjin prompted. You managed to look at him but that was it. You mouth wouldn’t work, and what could you say anyway? How could you explain yourself when you couldn’t remember all the details?
“It’s fine.” He told you suddenly, thinking he was reassuring you. “Don’t worry about it, okay?”
“Seokjin, you ready?”
You both startled at the sound of Hoseok’s voice and looked up to see him stood in his office doorway, buttoning up his coat.
Seokjin nodded, a little dazed. “Uh, yeah, coming. Won’t be a minute.”
“Last minute party planning, huh?” Hoseok grinned. “I’ll meet you in the car.”
“Look, I gotta go,” Seokjin told you once Hoseok had strolled off. “You’ll probably be gone by the time I get back, so I’ll see you tomorrow.” He spoke in a rush, not giving you time to respond. Your mouth opened, but he cut in. “It’s fine, Y/N. Trust me.”
And then he was gone.
You looked down at the Christmas bauble on your desk, so mortified you felt like crying.
Crying might have been a tad dramatic, you admit. So you didn’t. You were a mixture of embarrassed and confused, unable to concentrate properly the rest of the afternoon. How had you kissed Seokjin and just forgotten about it? It was scary to think something like that could happen, a blind spot in your memory. His revelation had helped you remember some bits but there was nothing concrete. You spent your evening forcing yourself to recall more details, talking things over with Ana on the phone. You couldn’t not tell her. Not when you were in the middle of having a mini breakdown.
She was interested in a lot more than just remembering the kiss though…
“So if you remember him kissing you back what does that mean?” She demanded.
You groaned. “I don’t even know if I’m remembering it correctly.” But why would your mind play tricks on you? Although, false memories were a thing…
“Of course you are! Dick cheese likes you. It’s obvious! Classic high school bullshit.”
“Ana, please,” you sighed. Now wasn’t the time for her theories. “He was drunk too,” you reasoned. “Just because we kissed doesn’t mean he likes me. I don’t like him, do I?” Yet, you’d grinded all over him on the dancefloor. (The memories of that were now clearer, and they made your cheeks burn…)
“Hmm.” She didn’t sound too convinced.
“Ana, come on!” You cried. “It was a stupid mistake, and now I’ve just made things super awkward between us.”
No wonder Seokjin had been acting weird all week, and there you’d been completely oblivious! The thought was enough to make you groan out loud. How could you go to work tomorrow? Host a party with him when things were so awkward?!
“I mean… You two need to talk about it properly. Make sure there’s no crossed wires. If you’re both on the same page then there’s no need for things to be awkward between you.”
You rolled your eyes. She made it seem so easy. She wasn’t the one who’d made out with her co-worker. She never had to see her hook up ever again. While you had to look yours in the eye five days a week for the rest of your life quite possibly.
“You guys didn’t even hook up,” Ana screeched when you told her just that. “A slight fumble in your hallway isn’t exactly something you need to relocate for. Just talk to him.”
Simple, right?
But nothing ever was...
“Let’s just forget about it,” Seokjin smiled your way as you both helped carry in the buffet food the next morning. He was holding the building’s door open for you with his back, letting you slip in first as you cradled the cardboard box filled with things you couldn’t even remember ordering. Too preoccupied with trying to bring up yesterday.
You paused, not expecting him to shrug it off like that. In fact, it got you pretty speechless. Were you hurt? As much as Ana’s idea had made you want the earth to open up and swallow you, it made sense to talk things out with him.
This morning you’d remembered even more while you’d brushed your teeth… Seokjin helping you slip the skirt of your dress down, finding your kitchen to get you some water… You were slowly piecing things together and it was confusing the hell out of you… You wished more than anything you could remember the whole thing. To know what was going on inside your head at the time, because right now you were a mess.
But hearing Seokjin sound so flippant, so unfazed made you a little deflated… What if you didn’t want to forget about it?
“I mean, you did already, so,” he gave a shrug and you followed him into the elevator in a daze.
“Oh, yeah, okay,” you forced yourself to say, hitting the third floor button. You turned to look at him and plastered a smile onto your face. It hurt. “Good idea.”
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“Where is he?” Jungkook whined like a big kid. (The Christmas jumper he was wearing with a giant teddy bear in the centre didn’t help things…) “He knows I’m starving. Been saving myself all day for this.”
You raised a judgemental eyebrow. “You didn’t even have breakfast?”
He looked at you, shooting you a quick wink. “I’m treating this buffet like it deserves to be treated. Like it’s my one and only.” At his side, Mina giggled.
“Let’s just open up,” Hoseok suggested, reaching for the handle of the conference door.
“No!” You exclaimed, standing in front of it.
You were all waiting around like a bunch of lemons, Seokjin having done a disappearing act just before the party was due to start. Jungkook had already tried to call him three times but his phone was engaged. Everyone was getting impatient, but he needed to be here to see everyone’s reactions to his decorating. He’d been in there all morning, blinds closed, not even you knew what it looked like in there.
“Y/N, come on,” Jungkook cried dramatically. “He won’t mind, let’s just get in there!”
“Fine,” you gave in, turning around to open up. You didn’t really have a choice, everyone was gearing up to trample you…
One look inside had you a little speechless. It was beautiful, the room decorated like Santa’s Grotto. Seokjin had done an amazing job, and you felt bad for ever doubting his skill. For ever doubting his sincerity when it came to planning this entire party…
“Oh, whoa,” Jungkook gasped behind you, sounding wholly surprised. “Jin did so well on the decorations.” You turned back to agree but saw him smirking. “You must be pissed.”
“Shut up,” you scoffed and immediately swatted his hand away from a tray of sandwiches. “No! You have to wait!”
Jungkook made a noise of agony, practically flaking out in one of the chairs. “I’m this close to passing out!”
You sighed at his dramatics. “I’ll go and look for him.” He can’t have gone far, surely? You pointed at everyone as you stepped out, expression stern. “No starting this party until I find him – and no eating food.”
Jungkook whimpered.
As you walked out of the office and down one flight of stairs you started to grow worried. What if something was wrong? Maybe there’d been an emergency and he’d had to leave…? Only, those thoughts didn’t have a chance to go too far as you spotted him almost immediately a little down the hallway. The second floor was unoccupied, most of the rooms either used for storage or ominously locked. He was stood with a shoulder against the wall, his back to you. The Santa’s hat he’d been wearing earlier was shoved into his back pocket. You’d caught him just in time, he was finishing up a phone call before staring at the screen, deep in thought it seemed.
You suddenly felt nervous… You hadn’t been alone together at all since this morning and you’d been slightly miserable ever since then. Ever since he’d shut down the conversation you so badly wanted. You caught him staring your way a few times, when he was coming in and out of the conference room mid decorating – or maybe he was catching you staring. Who knew anymore. Your head was a mess, confused and unexplainably disappointed.
But you needed to suck it up. There was a Christmas party to pull off, and it needed both its hosts…
“Seokjin?” You called, walking closer.
He turned around with a start, shoving his phone into his jeans pocket. “Oh, hey.”
You took a moment to admire his Christmas jumper – a dabbing Santa Claus, which was pretty 2016 now, but whatever. You were wearing one similar to the bauble he’d gifted you yesterday, a cat wearing a Christmas hat, but you’d paired it with a Mrs. Claus skirt you wore every year without fail. Oh. You suddenly remembered something. Seokjin telling you he had a whole drawer full of Christmas sweaters. The thought should’ve made you laugh but you were still so nervous. You heart felt a little funny as you stared up at him.
One thing was for certain, you didn’t think you could forget about the kiss.
Could you excuse yourself to run away and call Ana? But then there’d be zero hosts at the party and Jungkook would disintegrate from hunger… You needed to power on.
“Everyone’s wondering where you went,” you said, voice sounding strange as you spoke into the unsettling silence.
You really didn’t want things to be awkward. You would hate it so much. You understood you didn’t have the best of relationships, but it worked for you both. Now it could all be ruined, and you didn’t want that. You didn’t know what you wanted…
Seokjin hesitated before tapping his pocket. “Sorry, phone call. Some type of insurance sales shit.”
You nodded, unsure why you didn’t quite believe him, but chose to ignore it, giving him a short smile. “We should hurry up. Jungkook is salivating in there. He’s two seconds away from devouring the whole buffet.”
Seokjin chuckled lightly at that. “Expected. He’s been fasting since 7pm last night.”
Why didn’t that surprise you?
“He’s already forced his way inside. Sorry. I tried to hold them off for as long as possible.”
“That’s my own fault.” He shrugged, then gave you a gentle smile. “Thanks for trying.”
Your heart did a little flip. You tried to ignore it. “You did a great job on decorating by the way.”
“You sound surprised,” he teased. “How many times do I have to say I lo–
“You love Christmas, yes, okay, I believe you now.” You interrupted with a laugh. You remembered that from Saturday night, but you wanted to remember all of it.
You opened your mouth, you needed to tell him. You needed to tell him you didn’t want to forget. “Seokjin,” you began, unsure how to continue. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. However it seemed he had things to say himself…
“I lied.”
Huh?
His admission caught you off guard. He could probably tell by your face. He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his neck, looking awkward. “I lied about the phone call. It was Yoongi. He was giving me a pep talk.”
“A pep talk?” You repeated, now aware you could hear your own heartbeat.
He took a step forward and let out a deep breath, gearing himself up. “I can’t stop thinking about last weekend, Y/N.” Your heart was thudding now. “I know I said we should forget about it but I can’t. You don’t remember it and I know you regret it and I’m sorry for,” he stopped to sigh in frustration. “I don’t know, I just feel really guilty. Because I really enjoyed kissing you.”
He was staring straight into your eyes, no more than a foot between you. He looked nervous and remorseful. You didn’t like it.
Firm, you held his gaze. “I don’t regret it.” That thought had never crossed your mind. Even through all the shock and mortification. Yes, your memories were extremely vague, but you didn’t regret the kiss. If anything you were curious. Even more curious now.
Seokjin paused, not expecting your reply, but he sounded hopeful. “You don’t?”
You shook your head. “I was embarrassed when you told me, yes, but that was because I thought I’d made a fool of myself – I mean, I still did, but if you enjoyed kissing me I guess it was worth it.”
Seokjin had enjoyed kissing you, and from your foggy memories, you’d enjoyed kissing him too. You smiled. It was contagious as he grinned your way too.
“You didn’t make a fool of yourself. At all.” He stressed. “Do you remember anything now?” He sounded concerned, still unsure how to go about this.
“Bits and pieces, yeah.” You admitted. “You got me a glass of water and then left…”
He looked guilty. “I lost myself a little, I admit, but I couldn’t let it happen. I couldn’t go through with it because you were so drunk and I was pretty sure you hated me and I could never take advantage of you like that.”
Your heart fluttered. Genuine Seokjin was dangerous for you. “I don’t hate you,” you told him pointedly, crossing your arms across your chest, the beginnings of a smirk itching to appear. “You annoy me to no end but that’s sort of your charm, I guess.”
He cocked an eyebrow, sensing the change in atmosphere as he asked smugly, “My charm?”
“Don’t ruin it,” you snipped, feeling brave as you stepped closer to him to tilt your head and run a hand down his chest – down the dabbing Santa… “So, you liked kissing me?”
He nodded enthusiastically, curiously watching your movements. “It felt good. And not just in my dick but like, everywhere.”
“Seokjin!” You exclaimed, rendered speechless.
“What?” He asked, eyes wide. He grabbed your hips pulling you closer and you couldn’t help but squeal, reaching for his shoulders. He felt good. Big and warm and familiar. “I’m trying to talk about my feelings here.”
He was teasing you, sure, but he was also telling the truth. You knew that. Feelings was a scary word, an uncertain word, but you thought you liked the way it made you feel. Maybe Ana was correct… Maybe a part of you did like Seokjin. It sure felt like it right now…
“Kiss me,” you whispered, gaze on his mouth before it flickered to his eyes. “I’m sober now and I want to see if I like it too.”
You already knew the answer. He did too by the smirk on his face, but he listened anyway, closing the distance between your mouths. His lips felt instantly familiar, making you feel at ease as they pressed into yours. Fluttering his eyes closed you followed suit and he moved gently, tentatively, as if he couldn’t believe it – as if he didn’t want to ruin anything. From the back of your mind vague memories started to wind their way forward, his kiss drawing them out.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body into his ever so slightly with a soft sigh. The tip of his tongue found yours, hints of it joining each drag of his mouth and something lit up inside of you. So you were inevitably disappointed when he pulled back, giving your hips a soft squeeze.
“So?” He grinned.
You hummed out loud, running your fingers through the hair against the nape of his neck. He liked that. You remembered running them through his hair on the dancefloor, his hands on your body. Stomach doing somersaults, you wanted more – needed more. “Maybe a bit more tongue and I’ll give you an answer…”
He breathed out a shaky laugh and you thought he might hit back with something but there was no time for talking, not when he couldn’t bear to be away from your lips. Listening, he licked into your mouth, moving with a lot more confidence now. He held you tight before one of his hands came up to softly cup your cheek, the quietest of noises escaping his throat – showing just how much he was enjoying himself. You joined him, moaning gently into the kiss, your tongues untiring as the air around you shifted.
It was when your back hit the wall did you truly let yourself leave go, hands exploring the expanse of his back as he crowded you, humming greedily against your lips, his hands holding your face as if he couldn’t bear to leave you and come up for air. More memories fluttered their way past your eyelids, a lot more vivid now, Seokjin’s tongue beckoning them to the forefront of your mind.
You remembered your kiss was hot and heavy, up against your entry way wall. You had wanted him so bad in that moment and here wasn’t much different. It was like you had been thrown right back there – that eagerness, that want. The only reason you pulled away eventually was because you literally needed to breath. You didn’t fancy passing out, enjoying yourself way too much…
“I can’t believe you said to forget about this,” you managed to speak, breathless, lips wet and flush as you ran your hands across the broadness of his shoulders. God. You couldn’t stop touching him.
“I can’t believe you did forget about this,” he exclaimed. He was breathing heavy, just like at the club when you’d grinded all over him. Your memory was on your side now. All it had needed was a prod.
He did have you there. Your bad. But – “In my defence you supplied the tequila shots.” Although, you had suggested a second round…
He chuckled, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip. “Stop giving me attitude. It’s turning me on.”
You stomach flipped, your fingernails digging into the wool blend of his jumper as you held him to you. You wanted to kiss him for hours, because now that you’d started you didn’t want to stop.
“Should we head back now?” Seokjin asked against a curl of your tongue, one hand against the wall, the other stroking your jaw line. “They’re probably wondering where we both are.”
“In a moment,” you murmured, a hand of yours bravely dragging down his side. You hit the waistband of his jeans and curled a finger through a belt loop, nudging his crotch flush to yours. Your mouth did the rest of the talking. Sober you wanted what drunk you had missed out on.
“Fuck,” you heard him mutter, immediately understanding where you wanted this to lead. “Or we can just ditch those losers and go to my place?” He drew back to catch your reaction. “Your place?”
“We can’t do that.” As tempting as that sounded, you couldn’t not attend your own Christmas party you’d spent weeks organising. Seokjin was hot, but he wasn’t that hot. Plus, it would way too suspicious if you both just disappeared…
Seokjin agreed with a little sigh. “Yeah, you’re right.”
That didn’t mean you couldn’t think of other ideas though…
“What are you doing?” Seokjin asked, moving back slightly as you wrestled for your phone in your skirt pocket. He watched you search for Jungkook’s name in your phonebook – you were sure you still had his number from when you’d had to “mentor” him the first week he’d arrived. Success! You did! You hurriedly text him.
(13:31pm) You: I can’t find him. Start without us but LEAVE me some food
He replied immediately. He was probably withering away by now, the poor boy.
(13:32pm) Jungkook: Oh man Jin is so fucking dead
(13:32pm) Jungkook: Tell him I love him before you stick the knife in 🤪
(13:32pm) You: Sure thing
You looked up at Seokjin and grinned. “Just bought us half an hour.”
He looked impressed, an eyebrow cocked as he regarded you. “What are we going to do in half hour? – and please don’t say kill me.”
You giggled – actually giggled. Damn him. You reached for his belt loop again, tugging it gently. “Whatever it is, we can’t do it out in the hallway.”
You were playing a very dangerous game here. Out in the open, at your place of work. The storeroom was probably an even sillier idea – but that’s where you ended up dragging him into, flipping on the light to save being surrounded in darkness. You were 99% sure the surveillance cameras didn’t work on this floor anyway, so…
“You’re crazy,” he laughed weakly in disbelief, stumbling over an (empty) mop bucket as he went to reach for you.
“And you love it,” you smirked against his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck.
The urge took over again, now in the privacy of the storage cupboard you were free to do whatever you liked. Seokjin grew hard against you quickly, your mouths locked together in haste as his palms felt up your ass. It wasn’t long before he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his middle as he continued to kiss you greedily against the wall. His hands slipped under your skirt, cupping your ass and you tried to circle your hips as best you could, feeling his erection through the layers of your tights and underwear, both of you straining out moans and grunts.
“I’m having déjà vu,” he grinned, lowering his mouth to nip at your neck. You gasped, pushing into him and he took the opportunity to begin to kiss your throat. Just like last time… Déjà vu, indeed.
Breaking away he looked between your bodies, the band of white wool along your skirt protecting your modesty, but only just. “You weren’t dressed as Mrs. Claus though.” He sunk his teeth into your neck once more, a little harder this time and you jerked, yelping as you squeezed the tops of his arms. He liked that reaction, licking a broad strip up the column of your throat, getting you all kinds of wet and sticky.
No doubt between your legs matched. You were hot, and impatient, and Seokjin’s mouth was evil. Especially when he lifted his head, dark fringe in his eyes, and smirked at you. Fuck, you really wanted him. Your heart was doing somersaults.
“A fucking sexy Mrs. Claus.”
You immediately rolled your eyes. Why was he ruining it? You were not about to partake in some sordid Christmas roleplay fantasy of his… “Just shut up and kiss me.”
He didn’t really feel like answering back.
A few minutes later you were placed back on the floor, your legs a little shaky as you clung to him, mouths still unrelenting. You were both heavy breathed and burning with desire. He pinned you to the wall with his thigh, separating your legs and giving you something else to grind against as his lips trailed the expanse of your throat, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if he teared your hosiery.
You were weak, slick against your underwear and desperate for some sort of release. Seokjin panted against your ear. “Do you remember what you said that night?” Moaning was all you could give in reply. “You wanted my dick. You were begging for it.”
Hearing him speak like that drove you wild. “Mmhm. Remind me.” You could vaguely remember, too pent up to get embarrassed.
He moved his thigh, pressing his crotch flush to yours and hooked a finger under your chin, lifting your face so he could kiss you again. You could feel his erection and unable to hold off any longer you reached between you and wrapped your hand around him. You could recall doing this before, Seokjin stopping you, but this time he did no such thing. Instead, he pushed into your touch, his voice thick with something that made you shiver as he spoke.
“You drive me crazy… Every god damn day…”
Your mind was a little too preoccupied to truly concentrate on his words but they seemed to stir something inside of you. Nudge something that had been forgotten. You couldn’t place it, but it had to do with last weekend. Something he’d said to you… before he’d kissed you… You couldn’t remember but the faintest of memories made you glow.
“W-we should really just head to my place,” Seokjin stammered slightly, keening into your touch. You were sure his thighs were trembling, all the blood in his dick turning him weak.
“There’s no need,” you breezed, and before you could take a moment to reconsider you were dropping to your knees.
“Fuck, what are you doing?” He was practically beside himself, fingers digging into your shoulders as he watched you reach for the buttons on his jeans.
“What do you think?”
He sighed exhaustedly, a red flush beginning to travel its way up his neck, peeking above the collar of his sweater. “You’re trying to kill me.”
Whatever he’d been expecting to happen in here hadn’t been you sucking his dick, you could tell. You took great pleasure in that. It was fun getting this kind of reaction from him. Truth was, when the mood struck, the mood struck, and you wanted him – badly.
He watched you unbutton him, his black underwear coming into view – Calvin Klein, the band told you, and above that, where his jumper had ridden up, you could see a sliver of smooth tan skin – You just knew he was hiding a great body under there, but now wasn’t the time for stripping. You needed to be quick.
You tugged his jeans down a little past his hips, enough for easy access. “You really want to kill–ughgh –!”
He broke off with a surprised moan, your hand reaching inside his boxers to pull out his dick. Wrapping your palm around the base you gripped automatically, staring at what you could only describe as his third leg, with a slack jaw. “Of course you have a fucking massive dick,” you muttered, feeling a little unnerved.
Surprise immediately dissipating, Seokjin gave you a smirk. “That obvious, huh?”
You breathed heavily through your nose, beginning to run your fist along his length on instinct. It was a good looking dick, you’d give him that. Tense at your sudden movements, Seokjin soon eased up, watching you carefully. You looked up at him, giving him a tiny, slightly shy smile… There really was no going back now. Not that you wanted to. Things had changed and they were going to change even more after this…
“Come on,” he murmured, a hand reaching out to stroke your cheek. His voice sounded dangerous, low and honeyed as he gazed at you on your knees for him. “Suck it like I know you want to…”
You scoffed, although surely he could see the effect he had on you. You weren’t bluffing anybody, not even yourself. “Don’t rush me.”
Seokjin looked amused, but that soon changed when you swiped your tongue across the head of his cock in one fluid and determined motion. His knees pretty much buckled, a hand reaching for the side of your head, his fingers weaving into your hair. You chuckled a little mischievously, your lips wrapped around him, knowing the vibrations would fuck with his head some more. Seokjin laughed stiffly along, knowing what you were up to – knowing you loved having this sort of effect on him – but it sounded strained, wavering in the middle as his eyes locked with yours, the veins in his neck beginning to bulge with the strain.
You moved, wrapping your lips around him further, your tongue washing against the hot skin and he stumbled forward a little, a grunt slipping from his mouth. That fuelled you, slipping him deeper, your tongue tracing patterns along the underside before you pulled back and repeated. You weren’t kidding when you said he had a massive dick, it was almost daunting, but you found a way around it, massaging your fist along the base of him in time with your mouth until you found a confident rhythm.
“Oh, fuck.”
That boosted your ego too, taking great pleasure in the way you seemed to have stunned Seokjin into more or less complete silence. He wasn’t very cocky right now, was he? If you had known sucking his dick would shut him up, you’d have done it long ago – or maybe that was your own horniness talking… Who knew right now.
You popped off him, running your palm wider, further along to circle over the head, your saliva acting as lubrication, quiet squelching noises slipping from between your fingers. You smirked up at him, “Am I still boring?”
It took him a moment to process your question, his body hunched, surrendering to the pleasure, and you admired the way his lips parted, each breath audible as he stared down at you, dark eyes glazed over. God, he was hot. How had you been so unbothered by him for so long?
Shaking his head, he halfway came to. “Sucking my dick in a storeroom, can’t get any wilder than this. Well done, you proved me wrong.”
That was nice to hear. You liked it when he was wrong, mainly because you loved being right. You wrapped your free hand around the top of his thigh, needing the support as you took his dick in your mouth again. Feeling ambitious you willed yourself to relax as you eased along him, taking him deeper, beginning to bob back and forth, the faintest of noises escaping the back of your throat.
It drove him crazy, his head falling back as he whined. “If this is all just to prove a point and you stop before I cum, I’m going to cry like a motherfucking baby.”
You tried to laugh but ended up choking, gagging on his cock – unflattering surely, but he seemed to love it, his eyes flashing as he cupped your hand that gripped his girth, gently pulling it away to place on his other thigh. He didn’t want his view obstructed he watched. Besides, you didn’t need your hand as a safety net anymore anyway…
“Fu-ck, you look so good sucking my dick,” he awed, his voice hoarse. He tightened the hold he had on your hair, the fingers of his other hand brushing rouge strands out of your face. You looked up at him, mouth stuffed and he smirked. It made your core pulse. “On your knees. You couldn’t get down there quick enough.”
A moan slipped from your throat, pulsating against his cock. Of course the guy had a filthy mouth, it should’ve been obvious. What was shocking though, was the effect it had on you. Dirty talk was cringeworthy in your eyes, not many men could pull it off – not even Namjoon – but words like that coming from Seokjin?! You were sure you’d just freshly drenched your underwear. It would surely be a slip ‘n’ slide down there when he finally got his hands on you – If he got his hands on you. Fuck, he better.
A nudge of his hips cut short your momentary distraction, realising that Seokjin was beginning to thrust ever so slightly into your mouth. He noticed your attention on him and asked hesitantly, “This okay?”
“Mhmmhmm,” you hummed, gurgling a little which seemed to drive him a little crazy. You let him take control, concentrating on breathing through your nose and pleasuring him with your tongue as he gently fucked your mouth.
You were losing your mind, hazy pleasure blurring your vision and clouding your thoughts. Rationality was out the window long ago, all that you knew was the red, hot want you had for him. The Christmas party and the fact you were risking your job right now didn’t come into play, all you cared about was chasing that desire.
Looking up at Seokjin you noticed his eyes were closed now, his chin tilted towards the ceiling, expression contorted with pleasure as the quietest of moans escaped his throat with each rugged breath he took. You pulsed down below, only this time the urge burned its way up your body, getting hotter as he quickened his motions, seemingly losing himself, seemingly pursuing his end.
He pulled back abruptly during one withdraw, breath shaky as he kept the tip of his cock inside your mouth, as if he couldn’t bear to be apart from the warm wetness. You sucked firmly, catching his gaze and he just about lost it, eyes rolling into the back of his skull.
“Shit,” he cursed, ever so slightly nudging further into you, edging himself almost. You darted the tip of your tongue along his slit, earning yourself a soft hiss. His thighs were trembling, you could feel the vibrations under your palm and his neck was thick and tense with strain, patched red, as he tried his might to gain some control over the pleasure you were giving him. “J-Just checking, there’s no chance we’ll have sex in here, right?”
His voice trembled too, all light and airy and so unlike his voice that you were familiar with. His eyes were blow wide as he gaped down at you, his lips plumper than you’d ever seen them before. He was beautiful. Damn, you really wanted to kiss him again…
You slid away, cupping your hand around his dick to jerk him off ever so slowly, a couple of inches along the base. He was more than slick now, coated in your spit, flesh veiny and angry red. Shifting on your knees, ignoring the cricks to power on through, you shrugged. “Not unless you carry condoms with you at work.”
He pondered for a moment. “I can’t say I do.” That caused you to chuckle, leaning in to curl your tongue against the side of his cock. He startled, a loud moan escaping that was surely unnecessary, but it did wonders for your ego.
He tightened his hold on your head, angling you to the tip of his dick, desperate to get back into your warmth. “So you won’t be disappointed when I inevitably bust a nut?”
You raised an eyebrow, his cock drawing translucent patterns against your lips as you replied. “That’s why I’m down here.”
He whimpered, the sheer thought of coming exciting him further. You slipped him back inside, feeling him grip his fingers into your hair, anchoring himself – and you, in preparation.
“Oh, ffuck,” he muttered, watching you begin to meet every thrust his hips gave you. You were determined, eager for him to cum. You hadn’t sucked dick in so long but now you were in your element, each reaction from Seokjin, no matter how small, encouraging you. The fact he was hiding a foot long in his pants was now no issue at all. You were a pro, just like in all aspects of life.
A strange sound left the back of Seokjin’s throat, almost as if he was getting strangled and his shoulders slumped, the rest of him growing stiff. “Where am I doing this?” He asked weakly. “Y/N?” He demanded pretty shrilly when you didn’t reply.
You weren’t relenting, somehow pushing him deeper into your mouth and down your throat and he groaned loudly, blunt nails digging into your scalp. “You want me to cum down your throat?”
Ding Ding. Clever Seokjin.
You nodded widely around his girth, gagging a little a process, but this time you owned it. He loved it.
“Fuck.” He grunted, spreading his feet a little, planting himself to the tiles. “You really want my fucking cum.”
You moaned, sending a fire of vibrations up his dick and you knew you had him. His hips stilled almost instantly, his cock rammed inside your mouth and you readjusted, using your tongue to coax his release. He came with a deep exhale like moan, stumbling forward with a surprised grunt as one of his hands reached out to slam into the wall behind you. You held him steady with your hands flat against his thighs, swallowing his cum down quickly because you definitely had a love hate relationship with the stuff. Dealt with swiftly, you more than welcomed it.
Seokjin softly chuckled down at you as he fell from your mouth, now well on his way to growing flaccid and eased off as you straightened your back and made motions to stand (on shaky legs). He tucked himself back inside his underwear, the snap of the waistband making you flutter. Flutter where you wanted him to touch the most.
You felt warmth as he hooked a hand around your hip, pulling you to him with a bashful grin. “That was worth getting fired for.”
You giggled, wiping the sides of your mouth with the back of your hand before cupping the back of his neck, dragging him closer as you backed up against the wall. You liked when he crowded around you, liked feeling him against your body. Your body that was screaming for him right now…
“No one’s getting fired,” you reassured, voice a murmur and then either you or he connected your mouths again. Couldn’t tell who – it was probably both of you. It was amusing that you were the one assuring him, Miss. Uptight who worried about every single little thing. He was the one was supposed to be carefree, yet this had all been your idea.
Your hand dragged down his chest, feeling the hardness of his pecs, and for a split second you thought about taking him up on the offer of ditching the party and driving to his place. You wanted to get him naked, wanted to see what you could feel, and you really wanted to fuck him. Yet, you knew it was a bad idea. Even worse than sucking dick on the second floor of the office building. Possibly.
“How long do you think we have before they throw a search party?” Seokjin asked, cupping your face with one hand as the other snaked down to your ass.
“We still have time.”
You and Seokjin were always at one another’s throats, no one would guess you were actually getting it on directly underneath them… You were positive.
“Hm. Enough for me to return the favour?” He contemplated.
You made a noise of agreement, nodding eagerly as you stretched for his mouth, unable to just. Stop. Kissing. Him.
It turned hot and heavy immediately, decision now made, and you grasped at one another, kissing wildly. “I love touching you,” he grunted against your tongue, hands gripping anything he could. You had to agree, especially his shoulders. You’d never felt anything like them in your entire life, no wonder he had the upper body strength to hold you up. He was big. Big big, and it was driving you crazy.
“This ass,” he growled, pulling away from your lips as both hands cupped the rounds of flesh, giving them a very keen and firm squeeze. Skirt bunched up at your hips he had the perfect access. You moaned, the heat between your bodies becoming unbearable and you nearly collapsed into him when one of his hands found its way to your core, cupping the sensitive flesh hesitantly. That was until he felt how soaked you were. It had seeped through your underwear, dampening your tights. It felt heavy and uncomfortable but you guessed that was soon to change now that he’d gotten his hands on you…
“So fucking wet,” he purred, dropping his height a little to meet your eyes. His fingers slipped inside your panties, his index and middle finger running along your folds before a knuckle found your clit, your hips bucking. He rubbed the bundle of nerves rather lightly, but it was enough. You were beside yourself, any pleasure, however slight, blowing your mind. You moaned sweetly, hot air puffing against Seokjin’s lips. He smirked. “Someone’s very responsive.”
“Please,” you moaned, however you weren’t too sure what you needed to beg for.
He loved it though, smirking wider. “There she is.”
“Please, Seokjin,” you repeated, clutching to the neck of his sweater. Hazy memories of last weekend drifted into the forefront of your mind. Begging him for his dick. Sadly, you couldn’t have that right now, but there was always second best.
Leaning in as if to kiss you he pulled back last minute, a teasing lilt to his tone as he asked you a question. “What do you want, baby?”
You moaned again, the pet name not so bad after all and pressed into his touch, the headiness in his voice making you tremble with need. Your answer was simple. “Your fingers.”
Seokjin wasted no time, yanking his hand away to tug at your hosiery. They didn’t budge, so he moved his other hand from your ass to help. Maybe the light sheen of sweat that painted your skin had stuck tight the nylon – or maybe he was just useless…
“What the hell are these?” He huffed, clearly impatient.
“Stop, you’re going to rip them,” you told him off. All you needed was to walk back inside the office with laddered tights… How very unsuspicious…
“They’re dumb.”
“I’m sorry,” you exclaimed, “wasn’t expecting us to be getting it on today.”
Seokjin paused what he was doing to shoot you a look of sheer judgement. “Getting it on?”
“Shut up,” you grumbled. Yes, maybe your choice of words were lame, but it still stood. You were getting it on right now!
He laughed and tugged at the waistband one last time, finally succeeding but also yanking down your underwear in the process.
“Let me see you,” he strained out, gripping your hips and you had no time to feel embarrassed by your sudden waist-down nakedness. His eyes drunk up your soaked core, before he looked up at your face again, his right hand reaching for you, each brush of his fingertips turning you boneless. “Fuck. You have the best pussy I’ve ever seen.”
He was kissing you again, pushing you further into the wall. Pussy. Under all circumstances that word was just yuck, but once again, coming from Seokjin it didn’t seem so bad anymore. It made your core leap, but that might have been something to do with the way he was nestling a deft, long finger inside of you. Your walls clenched around the intrusion as you moaned into his mouth and you gripped at his shoulders, rolling your hips as he started to curl the digit against your warmth.
Ever so carefully he added a second finger, the burn easing quickly as pleasure took over. His thumb rubbed messy circles against your clit, your arousal beginning to squelch audibly inside the small room. You hooked your arms around his neck instead, pulling him closer and he grunted into your mouth, sounding unlike himself.
“Seokjin–!” You mewled, falling from his mouth to catch your breath.
“Yeah, me,” he smirked, his free had rubbing small circles into your hip as he continued to give you what you wanted. “I love it when you say my name.” His lips landed on your throat and you pushed your head to the side, pretty sure you were moaning too loudly now but the stimulation was too good to ignore. You grew wetter. His fingers easily sliding in and out of you as he started to finger you quicker, the lewd squelching sticking inside your ears.
“You’re soaked, Y/N. Did I do this?” He murmured against your ear before nibbling your lobe. You shuddered. “Sucking my dick made you so horny.” The hand on your hip slid to your ass, and he squeezed the meat hard, using it as leverage to go even faster. You squeezed around his fingers tightly, crying out.
But then there was nothing but emptiness as he pulled them out, making you gasp out in shock. He looked playfully smug. “What’s up? Lost your voice?”
This fucker. Jungkook was right, you were going to murder him. Only not for going AWOL but for not giving you the orgasm you craved. Seokjin’s wet hand massaged the inside of your thigh, and you squeezed your legs together trying your best to ease the tension that was building up.
“Seokjin, don’t fuck around.” You told him sternly, although your voice was anything but calm.
“Am I fucking around?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear as he lowered his shoulders and stole another look at your needy heat. Something inside him changed then, as he let out a curse. “Shit. I wanna taste you.” His eyes pleaded with you. “Can taste you?”
You were nodding before you realised, although you weren’t about to say please again –
you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Instead you exhaled out a shaky yes.
Squatting immediately he pulled the nylon passed your knees, lifting a foot to slip off one of your heels, the leg of your hosiery following soon after. You wobbled as he raised your foot higher and you reached out for his shoulders to steady yourself.
“I got you,” he reassured. “I just need to spread you a little.” Hooking your foot on the bottom shelf of the cabinet next to you, your legs widened, giving him perfect access to where you needed him the most. “There,” he said, looking pleased with himself.
His gaze soon darkened when he got a look at you and you braced yourself against the wall as he stalked nearer, a palm cupping your thigh before he followed the curve with his mouth, kissing his way closer and closer to your core. You groaned softly when his lips parted around your clit, warmth flooding you, slowly inking its way through your veins and darting his tongue out he brushed it against you slowly, repeating with the same rhythm until you were squirming, a hand reaching for his hair just for something to grip.
He sped up, learning what your body liked quickly, dropping to one knee to sink further into you. You moaned pretty loudly when you felt his fingers press against your entrance, slipping inside, and you took him greedily and nosily, pushing into his tongue that had now curled around your clit as he sucked softly.
You fell to pieces. Fingernails dragging along his scalp as you tugged at his hair. Which he seemed to love, by the way. If his grunting was anything to go by, his movements more determined, firmer. Each time he sucked, point of his tongue flicking against you, you lost it a bit more, gasping out in pleasure. Boy knew how to use his mouth, you were pleasantly surprised.
He pulled back, his breath a little ragged and replaced his tongue with the pad of his thumb, rubbing tight, firm circles against your sticky clit. “You like getting your clit sucked. Noted.” He grinned, sending your stomach flipping. His mouth and chin were covered in your arousal, which he made no attempt to clean off. In fact, he went immediately back for seconds, licking a wide strip up your whole core, noises of satisfaction leaving him.
“God, Seokjin,” you murmured weakly, dizzy and trembling. If he kept this up you were going to cum very soon. Especially with the way his fingers caressed your insides, pressing deep until he hit something that had you yelping.
He looked triumphant as he dropped to both knees now, looking up at you, watching your reaction as he repeatedly curled against your g-spot. You squirmed around, pleasure becoming a little unbearable but oh, so addictive.
“So, no one ends up fucking at the office Christmas party, huh?” He asked nonchalantly. This fucker was really having a casual conversation with you as he tried to bring you to your knees. By his smug grin, he knew what he was doing.
Well, not on your watch.
You bit back a moan, and shrugged, trying your best to sound normal. “We’re not going all the way so technically, that still stands.”
He laughed loudly, genuinely amused, but his fingers had other ideas. He pulled out halfway, straightening his digits to fuck into you – hard. You choked out, feeling him slowly withdraw, letting you catch your breath before he repeated. And repeated. And repeated…
You were close to seeing stars, the moans rolling freely from your mouth as you clung to his hair. He was evil. “Seok–oh, shit,” you cursed, feeling him deep inside you yet again. “Seokjinnn.”
“What is it, babe?” He asked, acting oblivious. At the name you clenched around his soaked fingers. “I knew you loved it when I called you that.” You didn’t have time to chew him out because his tongue was washing against your clit again, curling around it, prodding it, sucking it… Your eyes rolled back, a thin sheen of sweat coating your neck and chest, and you knew you weren’t long for this world. You were ten seconds away from becoming a puddle on the floor.
“Gonna cum, baby?” You squeezed around his fingers again, clit pulsing against his tongue. “You love that too.” You could feel his shit eating grin against you but didn’t care.
“Don’t stop,” you demanded, out of breath.
“Not planning on it,” he affronted, licking up your folds once again. You gasped loudly, clenching your eyes tightly closed. You were hanging over the pinnacle, just a little more and you’d fall. You were this close to coming and you might explode in the process.
“I’m going to make this pussy cum so good. So fucking good,” Seokjin almost goaded, which was in fact, what pushed you over the edge. You came with a loud, strained cry, white hot pleasure that exploded behind your eyelids.
He made sure to rinse you for all you were worth, until you were writhing out of his grip, your grasp on his hair easing and then he was jumping to his feet, his mouth suddenly on yours with a grunt, kissing you like crazy. You couldn’t tell who was out of breath more.
“Tonight.” He announced ferociously. “Tonight. Please come over and let me fuck you.”
You moaned at the thought, your tongues turning messy as you tried to concentrate and form words. “My place. I live alone. We can be as loud as we like.”
.
.
Five minutes later you were back in your tights, knees wobbling together as you tried to slip into your shoe. There wasn’t time for more chitchat – or kissing, you needed to get back to the office before someone came looking for you both.
“So does that mean you forgive me over Rosal & Steinar?” Seokjin asked curiously, still fairly out of breath. He’d wiped his mouth now, in attempt to clean himself up, but his bangs were slightly kinked, forehead shiny and his cheeks were very much still red.
You turned to him and smirked. “Another orgasm and maybe.”
He chuckled. “I’m positive that can be arranged.” You didn’t doubt it. “No, but really,” he carried on, taking you by surprise when he clasped your hand, rooting you to the spot. “You know I had to do it, right? I felt terrible but there weren’t many options.”
His eyes pooled with sincerity and you found yourself softening, growing touched. It was nice to know he hadn’t done it out of spite – although why he would have seemed pretty ludicrous to believe now… No, you’d just been bitter.
“I know, Seokjin,” you smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’ve forgotten about it.” He looked a little sceptical. “I forgive you,” you insisted with a laugh. It was either he closed the deal or they found another company… They were legitimately the only two options. You got it.
He returned your smile, finally accepting your reassurance, and you tugged at his hand, opening the storeroom door. You needed to leave. Now.
But –
Turning back at him over your shoulder, you shot him a playful grin. “Doesn’t mean I won’t steal them back next year though.”
His eyes widened in surprise before they lit up, his laughter loud down the empty hallway.
“Game on, baby.”
.
.
“Do I look acceptable?”
You and Seokjin were mere inches from the door leading into the office, your whispers nervous as you hesitated about going inside. You needed to get your best lying face on. ASAP.
“Hang on,” you said, reaching up to adjust his Santa’s hat. The flush on his face had paled, thankfully. “There we go. What about me?”
“Hm.” He pondered, cupping your face to stare down at you, worrying you actually. “I still think we look like we were giving mad head in the storeroom.”
“Stop,” you groaned, pulling away from him as you realised he was only teasing. You were still pretty sticky downstairs, but you were sure you looked visibly presentable. “You’re going to make it obvious.”
Finally plucking up the courage, you pushed the door open and stepped inside, Seokjin following. Your Christmas playlist grew louder instantly and of course, the first person you saw was Jungkook, ass perched on your desk for some reason, snacking on a bowl of olives. He popped them like they were grapes. He better not have dripped olive oil over your keyboard, you’d kill him.
“Ah, look who turned up to their own party,” he exclaimed, standing up. He dropped the bowl right next to your desktop and wiped his fingers into his jeans, striding towards you both.
You took a deep breath and went for that Oscar. “Blame Seokjin,” you fumed.
“Where the hell did you disappear to?” He laughed, directing his question to Seokjin who stood behind you still.
“I, uh... I...”
You rolled your eyes inwardly. If he fucked this up, well then, he wasn’t fucking you tonight…
“I went to grab a cake.”
A fucking cake. He’d walked in empty handed. Great white lie there, Seokjin…
Jungkook looked back and forth between you, his face contorting in confusion. “So... Where is the cake?”
“Uh.”
You needed to save this idiot. “Dummy forgot to order it,” you sneered, walking past Jungkook to grab the bowl of olives.
“Hey,” Seokjin exclaimed, sounding way too offended for it to be acting, just as Jungkook burst into laughter. You didn’t know what Seokjin expected, he’d walked straight into that one.
“I really thought she’d killed you,” Jungkook told his friend, whacking his shoulder. Seokjin’s eyes widened in warning, a hand coming out to karate slice the younger guy’s neck.
“I went easy on him,” you grinned, stopping them before they started wrestling for real. “– Y’know, Christmas spirit and all that.”
That caught Seokjin’s attention. You looked at one another properly for the first time since you’d stepped inside. Eyebrows raised he looked entertained. “You went easy on me?”
“Yup,” you nodded, unable to hide your smirk.
His expression changed for a split second, a glimmer in his eyes that made you mildly feverish at the thought of him getting his hands on you later on.
“Duly noted,” was all he replied, and you shared a smile before Jungkook interrupted.
“I saved you both some food. Come on,” he motioned with his hand.
“Thanks, JK,” Seokjin bellowed, clapping his back.
You followed behind them, nerves easing up. “Yeah, thanks, Jungkook.”
.
.
If anything, Seokjin was the one who got grilled the most during the rest of the party, he had been the one to disappear after all, so it was fun watching him squirm as Hoseok demanded answers. He looked a right fool for “forgetting” to order a cake, but he’d brought it all on himself so you couldn’t feel too sorry for him…
He was also risking a lot when he felt up your ass as you were finding his stupid Secret Santa gift in your desk drawer, ready to exchange with everyone. You straightened up immediately, pushing his hand away just in case anyone noticed – Mina was literally a desk away from you, although she was too busy giggling at Jungkook who was acting up on the karaoke machine to notice anything.
Seokjin winked as you glared at him. “Can’t wait for tonight.”
You pointed your index finger between his eyes. “Behave or I’ll cancel.”
But, you both knew you were just talking shit…
Written 2020 - 2021.
Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed.
© floralseokjin 2021
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How We Fell: Ch. 25
Day 25: Christmas/Snow
AO3
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Marinette wakes up to a knock on her door, groaning slightly in annoyance until she remembers she wasn’t home. Or in Paris. Resigning herself to the fact that someone needed her, she opens her eyes and rolls over. Blinking tiredly, she glances at her phone. Five am. What the hell? Pushing herself out of bed, she hisses at the coldness of the floor. Shivering slightly, she opens the door and raises an eyebrow. Dick and Jon were standing there, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Do you two have a good reason for waking me up this early in the morning?” She asks, arms crossed.
“It’s Christmas!” Jon cheers. Marinette huffs.
“Is that your entire reason? Because if it is, it’s a really bad reason.” She says. Dick frowns.
“But we can have hot chocolate and pancakes and there are presents and-” He rambles, but Marinette cuts him off with a smile.
“Okay, okay. I’ll accept that as a reason.” She glances at their pajamas. “Does everyone wear pj’s?” They nod. “Okay, then give me like five minutes to put on socks and I’ll be ready.” She says. Jon cheers, stepping back to let her close her door. Grabbing her fluffiest pair of socks, she pulls her hair up into a quick messy bun. Rushing into the bathroom, she brushes her teeth quickly and sighs at her reflection. Luckily, Damian had seen her look like a mess before they’d even started dating. Grabbing a random hoodie and tugging it on, she grabs the presents she’d made last minute for the Clarks (Clark, Lois and Conner, Jon’s was already under the tree) before throwing open her door, and yelping in surprise.
“Sorry! Sorry, I just- I know how crazy big this house is. And how easy it is to get lost.” Jon says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Marinette just grins.
“Lead the way. I believe I was promised cocoa and pancakes.” She teases. It may be early, but it was Christmas! She was excited. Smiling, she follows Jon and Dick quietly. The second they step into the dining room, Marinette is taken aback by the flurry of activity. Sure, her parents woke up early and were busy. They were bakers. But they usually worked quietly and smoothly. That was definitely not the case in the manor. It was absolute chaos. And she loved it.
“Merry Christmas, Marinette.” Damian says, giving her a small smile as he moves to stand next to her. She leans against him slightly, smiling up at him.
“Merry Christmas, Damian.” She says softly. She wanted nothing more than to reach up and kiss him, but she also respected his dislike of PDA. A kiss could wait. It was weird to think that a year ago, they were friends. Reluctant friends, at that. (on his side anyway). She catches sight of Titus out of the corner of her eye, grinning immediately at the sight. He was wearing the sweater she’d made him for last Christmas. Honestly, she was impressed that the large dog hadn’t completely destroyed it by this point.
“I see the little shits got you out of bed too.” Jason says gruffly, arms crossed as he glares around the room. Whatever intimidating factor he may have had was ruined by his Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer pajama pants.
“It’s like having the younger siblings that I stopped wanting years ago.” She replies softly. Jason snorts.
“Ya know, you’re alright kid.” He says, reaching out and ruffling her hair, and making her messy bun even messier. She huffs at him, moving to stand on the other side of Damian. Spotting Tim, she quirks an eyebrow. He almost looked the most awake. Which…did not match with what she knew about Tim.
“Why does Tim look so awake?” She whispers to Damian. He huffs, rolling his eyes.
“Drake has not slept, but has instead consumed an unhealthy amount of caffeine. He will likely crash sometime between opening presents and lunch.” He says. Marinette winces. She’d definitely been there before.
“Bet you thirty bucks he crashes before we get through presents.” Jason mutters to Damian. Damian raises an eyebrow.
“Thirty that he makes it through presents, but crashes immediately after.” Damian says. Jason grins.
“Deal.” This would be interesting.
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Once presents had been opened, (and Jason had won the bet) Marinette sat, watching the snow out the window.
“There you are. I thought you followed Kent to get more hot chocolate.” Damian says, sitting on the window seat next to her. She shakes her head, nodding outside.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much snow before.” She says, then frowns. “I lied. But, the only other time I’ve ever seen this much snow was during a weather akuma attack. I didn’t really have time to build a snowman.” She sighs. Damian frowns.
“What is the appeal to building snowmen? Surely the snow would melt on your gloves and create an unenjoyable experience.” He says. Marinette furrows her eyebrows.
“You’ve never built a snowman either?” She asks. He huffs.
“I have not. Grayson tried, several times. I did agree to have a snowball fight with him and the others before. Those were…not awful.” He relents, his lips twitching up slightly. Jumping up, Marinette grabs Damian’s hand and lightly tugs him along.
“Come on. We’ll need gloves and coats-” She glances down. “And better shoes. We’ll also need a carrot, some coal, maybe an extra scarf and hat.”
“Are we really going to build a snowman?” Damian asks, quirking an eyebrow as he helps direct her towards the hall where their rooms were. She nods. Damian sighs, but follows her.
“Do you think we’ll be able to build it without everyone coming outside to try and mess it up or add to it?” She asks softly. Sure, she loved the chaos in Damian’s house. But she also missed her boyfriend. They hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time together, just the two of them, in awhile. She’d been busy with commissions, several big name Rogues had recently broken out of Arkham (notably, Scarecrow and Joker. Riddler wasn’t out, but that didn’t actually make her feel better) which had made Damian busier than usual. Instead of answering, he leans down and gives her a swift peck on the cheek.
“We could only hope.” He sighs, squeezing her hand and leaving her at her door. Quickly changing and grabbing what they would need, Marinette follows Damian out to the gardens.
“Do you know how we’re supposed to do this?” She asks, staring at the snow. “Like, from a structural standpoint?”
“This is not exactly my forte, Angel.” Damian reminds her, giving her a look. Marinette exhales slowly as ideas run through her head.
“Okay. I might have a plan.” She says, the random thoughts solidifying. Before she can explain, Damian surprises her with a kiss. Marinette melts into the kiss, dropping the carrot and wrapping her arms around his neck. After a few moments, he pulls back and gives her a smile.
“I care deeply about you.” He says, giving her a serious look. Marinette’s eyebrows furrow slightly.
“And I you.” She says. He nods, giving her another quick kiss before moving back.
“Where do we start?” He asks. Marinette decides to file the interaction away as something to think about later, and instead focuses on building her very first snowman.
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Teeth chattering, Marinette takes a step back to check out their snowman. It was slightly lopsided, the smile crooked, but-
“It’s perfect.” She breathes out, shaking slightly. Damian snorts.
“It is misshapen.” He counters. Marinette shrugs, smiling at him.
“But we made our very first snowman. So it’s perfect.” She insists. He rolls his eyes, but frowns as he looks at her.
“Are you shaking?” He asks. She winces.
“Maybe?” She draws out. Damian huffs.
“We need to get you inside and warm.” He says, grabbing her hand and leading her inside. Marinette doesn’t even try to argue, because the cold was starting to be almost painful. He stops in front of her door, still frowning.
“I’m fine, just cold.” She reassures him, squeezing his hand before turning to open the door. Damian spins her back around and kisses her. But this kiss leaves her breathless. Gasping as he pulls away, Marinette blinks up at him. He just smirks, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear before turning and walking into his own room. Groaning, Marinette whirls around and walks into her room.
“I saw your snowman! Very nice.” Tikki compliments, flying up from the pillows. Marinette blushes slightly.
“Is that, uh, all you saw?” She asks awkwardly. Before Tikki can reply, the akuma alarm goes off. Marinette sighs, but transforms. She was honestly impressed that it took this long for an akuma to show up in Paris. They usually happened earlier in the morning, right after kids opened their presents. She locks her door before rushing into the bathroom and flipping the shower on. Bruce could afford a slightly higher water bill. Creating a portal, Ladybug hops into Paris, immediately taken aback by the sight. Paris was on fire. Nearly the entire city was burning. The smoke burned her lungs, and she almost immediately reached into her yoyo to grab a respirator. Thank goodness for magic.
“Merry Christmas LB. Seems Hawkmoth went a little…overboard with our present this year.” Carapace huffs out, showing up beside her. Ladybug rolls her eyes.
“Every year I send a list, and every year he ignores it.” She jokes. Carapace snorts. “Any sign of the akuma?”
“Chat Noir has them cornered near the Louvre.” He says. Marinette nods firmly.
“Let’s go kick some ass.”
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Stumbling into her room almost an hour later, Marinette huffs. Although she definitely didn’t smell like smoke anymore (thank you magic) she felt like she did. The smell of burning bodies was stuck in her nose. Honestly, she was ready to go back to sleep. Stepping into the bathroom, she turns the shower off and sucks in a deep breath, trying not to cry. She was so tired. So ready for this never ending fight to just- stop. There was no way she could continue this forever. It was already eating at her, having a secret she couldn’t tell anyone. And the longer she knew Damian’s secret, the worse it got. The more awful she felt. Sinking to the ground, Marinette lets herself cry. And panic. Because if the Bats didn’t have a lead yet for Hawkmoth, what could she do? What good was she if not even the World’s Greatest Detective could find definitive evidence against Hawkmoth.
“Marinette?” Tikki says, floating in. Marinette wipes furiously at her tears, giving Tikki a weak smile.
“I’m okay.” She insists. Tikki frowns.
“I know you’re not, but you have a message on your yoyo from Red Robin.” They say. Marinette’s eyes widen.
“What is it?” She asks. Tikki’s mouth presses into a firm line.
“They have a lead on Hawkmoth.” They say. Marinette’s eyes widen.
“Do they need me?” She asks. Tikki nods.
“Young Justice headquarters, as soon as possible. Carapace has also been informed.” They say. Marinette frowns.
“And Chat Noir?” She asks. Tikki shakes their head.
“Not as of now.” They say. Marinette sighs, but accepts it. For now. If Chat Noir didn’t have access within a week, she would talk to him and Red Robin. Someone was dropping the ball on keeping Chat Noir in the loop. Just like Master Fu used to. And she was not going to stand for it any longer.
“I’ll deal with that later. I’m assuming we’re supposed to Zeta in?” She asks. Tikki nods. Marinette smiles softly.
“Guess Damian’s gonna have to wait a little longer. Let’s go find a Zeta tube.” She says, calling her transformation. Hopefully Damian wouldn’t worry too much. Or maybe he’d- right as she transforms, a text pops up from Damian. Informing her that he had to run somewhere with Tim, but that he would be back as soon as possible. Marinette lets her shoulders slump in relief. Time to see what the Bats had figured out.
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the blessing of a blizzard ; spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader
summary: a blizzard leaves the team holed up in the bau office. spencer can’t stop thinking about your elusive boyfriend, mike, who might not be your boyfriend after all. 4.3k
a/n: festive fic! kind of! im too scared to do a final check so if there’s errors or i misuse pronouns just lemme know ily happy holidays ! thank you to the incredible @homoose for helping with dialogue :D
Mike. His name is Mike, and Spencer hates him.
Full name Michael, Spencer presumes, which comes from Hebrew meaning “who is like God?” A rhetorical question, implying there is no person like God, Michael was one of the archangels in Hebrew tradition and the only one identified as an archangel in the Bible.
What Michael should mean, however, is the guy that stole your heart and left Spencer thinking things very unlike him – that Mike, a man Spencer has never met and that clearly makes you very happy, has a really stupid name, for example.
There are three things Spencer knows about him:
1. Ever since you started deciding on his wardrobe, ladies love him. It makes you a little jealous, apparently.
2. You love baking him homemade treats whenever you can. Like a movie playing in his head, Spencer can perfectly remember you excitedly chatting with Garcia and Emily, animatedly explaining how excited Mike gets when he sees you’ve made something just for him.
3. Mike can be a bit of a dick, actually. There have been several mornings you’ve come in with a long face, leaning back in your desk chair far enough to view the world upside down and whining about how grumpy Mike was that morning, how you had to tip-toe around your apartment lest he get mad.
You’d called him your soulmate, added that he’s a light in your life you didn’t know you needed until you had him. You’re a person who chooses their words carefully, so when you’re walking around putting Mike and soulmate in the same sentence, you mean business.
That business is ripping Spencer’s heart out of his chest, apparently. Because you’re busy showing JJ pictures of him on your phone right now, blissfully unaware of the subconscious glare Spencer is lasering into your phone as he leans against the jet counter.
Spencer’s never had the honour of seeing Mike (a genuine word you used – honour) and you know what? Spencer doesn’t want to know what Mike looks like. Spencer doesn’t care. Mike’s probably ugly, anyway, and Spencer’s confidence within himself grows day by day and if there’s one thing he’s learnt recently it’s that comparison is the thief of joy and-
“Oh!” JJ exclaims, “He’s gorgeous!”
Fuck Mike. Really, fuck him.
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The floor is slippery beneath everyone’s feet, the surrounding area slowly losing its mixture of colours to blend into one coat of white.
It’s snowing.
Garcia greets the team, a steaming cup of tea in her bejewelled hands, and everyone gets to work right away. There’s whispers of the snow getting heavier and sticking and covering more and more ground with more and more depth; people are rushing against the proverbial clock to get done and get home before they’re all stuck.
But that won’t happen, right? If people were genuinely concerned about getting snowed in, surely everyone would’ve been sent home early as a precaution. Right? Right?
Wrong.
Rossi’s the one to notice it, calling out, “Check it out. Snow’s pretty bad.”
He says it like it’s nothing, like they’ll race to the windows then deflate with disappointment because you couldn’t even create a single snowball with that light coat, but holy hell people are walking around with snow up to their ankles and it’s still coming down thick. And then the lights are flickering and JJ is making frantic calls home to Will and Hotch is exiting his office, phone pressed to his ear, calling everyone to attention:
“There’s a blizzard incoming. It’s too dangerous for anyone to be on the roads, so we’re being told to sit tight. You should all try to call home, just in case; we don’t know how long we’ll be here.”
Some people still brave it, still try to head on home, and whether they make it or not is up to the Gods. The team glance around, varying expressions – Emily and Derek look pissed, JJ is worried, and you and Rossi are straight-faced. Penelope is bouncing in excitement.
“It’s like a sleepover!”
All Spencer can think about is how Mike will have to suffer another day without you. He bites back a smile.
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Spencer’s straining his neck, butt barely on his desk chair, in attempt to see around all the bustling people that stand between you and him. Through the glass BAU doors, on the phone, your shoulders are slumped and you kick your boot against the floor a few times to channel your multitude of emotions into something. He hopes Mike isn’t giving you a hard time for something that isn’t within your control.
Emily looks up from her monitor, where she’s doing Christmas shopping even though it’s Christmas Eve, and looks thoroughly amused by Spencer’s internal battle of wanting to watch you but not wanting it to be obvious.
“You good, Reid?”
Spencer flinches like Emily pinched him. “Yeah, good. Fine. Are you good?”
Emily makes a show of slowly turning to look at you, still on the phone, then slowly turning back to Spencer’s wide-eyed gaze. She smirks. “You think they’re talking to Mike?”
Yes, Spencer does think that, but he’d made a point to not fully acknowledge it. And there’s something about Emily’s smugness that tells Spencer she’s teasing him – she knows something he doesn’t and it makes his eyes narrow. “Probably. Why?”
Whatever the response is, Emily’s barely opened her mouth before she’s interrupted by Penelope Garcia gracefully clapping her hands, getting the attention of every BAU member. The team quiets and all eyes are on Penelope. Except Spencer, who watches with concern as you sneak back to your desk, a furrow to your brow and downward dips either side of your mouth.
“I know these are less-than-great circumstances, and we’re stuck in work of all places, but that shouldn’t mean we can’t have a little fun! So…”
She wildly gestures for Hotch to step forward, a cheesy grin on her face and a gleam in Hotch’s eye that tells everyone he’s also smiling but internally, and she takes the three large boxes he was carrying like the good sidekick he is.
“We’re building gingerbread houses!”
There’s exclamations of surprise and joy; Emily lights up at the idea of doing anything other than work or sitting at her desk, and JJ takes a box to look it over before asking, “Where did you get these?”
Hotch answers. “They were supposed to be for the kids,” He shrugs, holding back a smile, “However, I guess we can use them now.”
“Yes,” Penelope nods, “Yes, we can use them now. Get your game faces on, because this is a competition. Hotch and Rossi are the judges, because they’re grumpy old men, and the rest of us will be in teams of two fighting to build the best gingerbread house the BAU has ever seen.”
Derek speaks up for the first time, just to insult Spencer. “I refuse to be on a team with Reid. He has no creative skills.”
Members of the team laugh and Spencer reacts indignantly. He wants to reply, but you’re already speaking.
“Hey! I’ll take him! Spencer’s great.”
Many heads snap to you when you speak, Spencer’s surely got whiplash, but you’re looking at him and smiling at him and him alone. He’s breathless at the sight, how you chose him and have literal stars in your eyes, yet all he can think is how undeserving he is of such a beauty. How undeserving anyone is, mostly Mike, to exist in the same reality as someone who puts the definition of beautiful to shame.
Spencer’s about to make the best damn gingerbread house the world has ever seen.
+++
So, building a gingerbread house? A little more difficult than originally thought.
Maybe it’s the sticky icing, or the temptation to simply eat all the sweet decorative candy rather than use it for its intended purpose, or…
Maybe it’s the pretty teammate Spencer has that keeps brushing against him, keeps brushing against his hands, and like a virus to a computer you completely wipe Spencer of all thoughts other than: Y/N.
Spencer caught you watching him while he was rolling up his shirt sleeves, caught you staring at his hands and trailing your eyes up his forearms, following the sleeves as they moved inch by inch up to his elbows.
Then, when Spencer was holding two pieces of gingerbread together, you were too lost in thought to put the icing between the cracks and cement them together. Your eyes were trained on the fingers pressing the pieces together. Spencer had to call your name three times to wake you up.
Then, something weird happened (if the previous instances weren’t weird enough). You two had been in your own bubble of hushed tones and accidental touching, surrounded by bickering and collapsing houses and at one point Emily offered Rossi twenty bucks if he just votes for her and JJ without them making a house, and suddenly it’s silent. All he can hear is his heartbeat, his blood pumping in his ears, and all he can feel is the warmth of your breath on his ear because you’re right there, over his shoulder, joining him in hunching over your creation to decorate it with all kinds of shapes and colours.
The close proximity is too much. It’s too much.
You lean even closer, shoulder and arm pressed directly against Spencer’s, and lift another hand to place a miniature candy cane next to the gingerbread door. The action causes your hand to brush Spencer’s, and for the first time ever he’s not jolting away like he’s been electrocuted, no, his hand stays there, hovering, waiting and hoping for more.
Hoping for more of you.
And you seem to realise, too, that Spencer’s reaction is abnormal. He can’t decide if you’re testing the waters, or if it was a mere accident. But what are you testing the waters for? Why are you trying to touch him? Why do you want to touch him?
He takes a sharp intake of breath. From the corner of his eye, he sees you turn to look at him, and he almost doesn’t reciprocate. Almost.
You’re so close, face so close to his own. You take the softest breaths, in and out, sending the gentlest puffs of air onto Spencer’s lips.
He has no idea what the fuck is happening. He doesn’t want it to stop.
Your eyes, always shining and full of an emotion Spencer can’t decipher, dance around his face – his eyes, to his nose, stopping on each cheek, back and forth and up and down. Spencer’s captured by them, unable to tear himself away, which has become quite the habit since he’s known you.
Then you’re looking at his lips.
Spencer blinks, hoping to clear away the obvious hallucination he’s having, but no. Nothing changes. Your gaze remains, unwavered, making Spencer subconsciously open his mouth. The softest gasp leaves it when your pupils dilate.
This is the perfect moment to kiss, right? Right here, in front of the gingerbread house you made together, decorated together, and now begin the start of something else together. It makes sense, it’s almost poetic, and Spencer’s thought about you and him in a relationship enough times to consider this opportunity good and sweet enough to regale everyone with in the future.
Can you imagine it? “We had our first kiss in front of the gingerbread house we slaved over together. We won the competition, too.”
There’s a loud clang – Penelope found an actual gong from somewhere – and Rossi announces that the timer has gone off and it’s time for the judges to vote for the winner.
When you gently pick up yours and Spencer’s creation and take it to a cloth-covered table, where Rossi and Hotch ominously stand with their arms crossed, Spencer is frozen in place.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
There’s no way you wanted to kiss him. It isn’t possible. You’ve never looked at him like that before. It must’ve been a mistake.
But you were so close…
No. If Spencer made that move, it would’ve ruined everything – your friendship, the festive fun, the atmosphere of the entire evening. Everyone’s expected to be stuck here for at least another six hours, and making it tense and awkward was not something Spencer is willing to do.
But your eyes…
Spencer can’t think about that fact too much. That could mean anything – dilated pupils don’t necessarily mean you’re in love. You could’ve gotten a good whiff of the gingerbread and felt hungry, or a song you really liked started playing from the playlist Penelope created. Or, most likely, Spencer thinks, you were thinking about someone else.
Your boyfriend, for example.
You have a boyfriend. Mike.
Of course, you were probably thinking of Mike. Your boyfriend.
Spencer almost kissed someone in a relationship, and he’s pretty sure you almost kissed him too.
+++
Much to Derek’s chagrin, you and Spencer win the gingerbread house contest.
Penelope was baffled, frantically gesturing to the Jacuzzi she made with icing and- Derek made miniature weights? Somehow? It looked chaotic.
“Practicality, my dear,” Rossi told her. “Who, living in a gingerbread house, is worried about working out?”
Even though you and Spencer were the winners, Derek and Penelope and their pouting (and calls for a rematch) took the attention away from the obvious awkward tension between the winners. Spencer stayed at the desk you worked at while you took your house to the judges, stayed at the desk when you were crowned and stayed at the desk when you cheered.
You looked at him, wide grin and happy eyes, and all he could do was tightly smile back. Give a thumbs up.
He gave you a thumbs up. You nearly kissed less than ten minutes prior. And all he could do was give you a thumbs up.
The light in your eyes dimmed, but you seemed to understand.
Understand what, exactly? Spencer’s not so sure either. But something clicked in your head – you nodded to yourself as if confirming whatever you’ve concluded, and turned your back to him.
That was an hour ago. Now, the team has spread across everyone’s desks. Turns out, Hotch is a big fan of gingerbread - he’s consumed most of Derek and Penelope’s creation, icing and all, while Rossi has decided now is a good time to open one of the many bottles of whiskey he has in his office.
Spencer believes having that much alcohol in your work environment is breaking some kind of rule, but the snow isn’t letting up and it looks like a sleepover in the BAU office is likely. He deserves a little whiskey.
And where are you in all of this?
Spencer won’t lie and pretend he hasn’t had you in his line of sight the entire time, so he’ll recap what you’ve been doing: laughing at Derek’s jokes, plaiting Penelope’s hair, eating the candy Emily and JJ didn’t use on their house.
You’d left the room to call home and check up on things (check up on Mike, Spencer thinks bitterly) and now you stand in front of the large window by the BAU elevators, watching the snow fall.
Spencer has the perfect view of you through the glass doors. When the call ends and you stay there, he grabs a paper plate, grabs one of the walls from yours and his masterpiece and makes his way towards you.
He doesn’t know what he’ll say, or how he’ll even act, but he wants to talk to you. Things feel weird after the almost-kiss, and Spencer never wants things to be weird with you. He can’t have things weird with you. You hadn’t talked to him once since the competition, and he has a feeling you’re waiting for him to make the first move.
So he does. If that’s what you need, he’ll do it.
(He’s making this more dramatic than it needs to be, really, but he feels everything so deeply when it comes to you)
“Hey.”
Spencer’s voice perfectly matches the snowy atmosphere. It makes you feel warm inside, like you’ve just taken a sip of hot cocoa, and so often he’s left goosebumps on your skin just from speaking.
Seeing the outstretched paper plate in his hand, you take it gratefully. “Hi there. Thanks.” You nod to the gingerbread that you begin breaking up.
You hand him the first piece even though he brought it for you, and it’s silent while you both chew thoughtfully and watch the pure white outside. It doesn’t feel weird, necessarily, standing here, shoulder-to-shoulder with you, but you’re certainly more in your head than usual. You’re thinking a lot and, as much as it hurts him, Spencer knows you’re likely preoccupied by your boyfriend and not what transpired between you earlier.
It’s that thought, that disappointment settling into his chest, that opens his mouth unconsciously: “How’s Mike? Does he know you’re not making it home tonight?”
He regrets it immediately, worsened by the way you stop mid-chew, eyes dimming like Spencer’s taken a baseball bat and shattered the lights inside.
This is unchartered territory – talking about Mike with you – and you know it. Who, in their right mind, willingly asks the person they have feelings for how their relationship with someone that isn’t you is going? Does Spencer enjoy pain?
Although this is the first time Spencer’s mentioned Mike to your face (he’s mentioned Mike plenty to a laughing Derek), he’s been so close to presenting the topic many times. He wants to know so badly – wants to know how well Mike treats you, really treats you (he will profile you), if you see a long-term future with him and if not, on average how long does it take you to get over your exes? Just an estimate?
You swallow the gingerbread you’re eating. “He’s okay. My roommate has to take care of him, but at least he’s got someone.”
Huh?
Since when do you have a roommate?
And why is your roommate taking care of your boyfriend?
Oh. Guilt blooms in Spencer when it registers that he’s been thinking ill of a person that might be sick. No wonder you dote on him so much and seemed devastated to make that phone call home earlier - Mike needs you, you can’t be there for him, and you feel horrible for it.
Spencer feels horrible for having the subject of his anger be someone you so clearly cherish, so deeply love. He’s embarrassed that if he was asked to explain why he hates Mike so much, he’d have to tell them it’s because Mike has you, and you’re what Spencer wants. What about what you want?
“Take care of him?” Spencer asks. The concern is genuine, which is an emotion he never thought he’d have in regards to Mike. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh,” You shrug. “He needs someone watching over him at all times, that’s all.”
That’s all?
You continue. “Make sure he eats – and only eats what he’s supposed to. Give him his meds. Make sure he poops. Those kinda things.”
What?
“Your… roommate makes sure your boyfriend poops?”
Now, Spencer knows what you look like when you’re confused. Honestly, he has every facial expression you’ve graced him with tucked away in a proverbial box he spends too much time thinking about. He knows that when you’re trying not to laugh, you bite the inside of your left cheek. When you’re frustrated but need to present a professional front, you bite the inside of your right cheek. Happiness fills your entire face, like every inch is consumed by it, and you’ve trained yourself to transport anger to your hands, where they twist into tight fists and leave fingernail marks in your palms.
Confusion is one of his favourites (second only to joy – for obvious reasons. Have you seen your smile?) because it takes many forms. You’ve pursed your lips, narrowed your eyes, tapped your foot on the floor. When you do them all, Spencer considers it a jackpot. There’s something about the way you look when you’re presented with something you can’t quite figure out yet, when you’re perplexed, that just-
You make it hard for him to concentrate. He can’t be a genius when you’re around because you’re so pretty. You’re a vision and he can never rattle off information to you specifically because he will trip up and divert to talking about the beauty that is you and that would be embarrassing for many reasons.
But this type of confusion? The way you’re looking at him right now? He’s never seen this before. Your jaw has dropped, your brows are furrowed so deeply they might fall off, and you look… horrified.
“My… my boyfriend?”
Spencer mirrors your expression. “Yeah, your boyfriend. Mike?” He looks around, waiting for cameramen to jump out and tell him he’s being pranked, because why don’t you know who your own boyfriend is?
You move slowly, placing the half-eaten plate on the windowsill before turning to face Spencer fully. You take a second to compose yourself.
“Mike is my cat.”
Mike is…
“And he’s having digestive issues, so he needs to be watched pretty much full-time.”
Silence. Tense, weird silence.
“…You thought Mike was my boyfriend?”
Spencer sputters, then, because of course he did! “Yes! The way you talk about him was… it was… it seemed…”
He flustered, oh so flustered, hands flailing and face enflamed and burning from the inside out. How had he not known?! How had… how had your wires gotten so convoluted, so mixed?
Does everyone know that Mike is a cat? Is Spencer the only one out of the loop? The look Emily gave him earlier, that knowing too-smug look, was that…
She was making fun of him. She knew he thought Mike was a person, not a pet, and was teasing him because of it.
All at once, the world seems lighter and dimmer – a contradiction that leaves Spencer’s chest heaving – because the past year feels like a lie. He’s spent so long seeing the way you come to life when talking about Mike, sitting opposite you on the jet as you awaken like a dying flower watered when home got closer and closer, and it was all for… a cat?
There’s a mist over Spencer’s eyes as he recalls every overheard declaration of love and coos of how handsome Mike is, and you’re laughing. Spencer’s having a crisis in front of your very eyes and you’re laughing. Hunched over, a single tear falling from your eye, clutching your stomach because it hurts from the ferocity of your giggles.
By the time you quieten, your hand is over your mouth to cover the big grin that grounds him, gives him something other than this revelation to focus on. Spencer’s still baffled, frazzled, but there’s the tiniest of smiles on his face because of how overjoyed you look. And he did that. Albeit his stupidity did it, but Spencer’s stupidity nonetheless.
You’re out of breath. “God I… I don’t even know what to say. You really thought my cat was my boyfriend?”
Spencer’s fighting a smile, lips wiggling. The way you’re looking at him now, all blinding smile and crinkled eyes, alleviates him of any anxiety he earlier had. Like you’ve wiped away his plate-full of worries, all the times it felt like he took an arrow to the heart, all the times he caught you smiling at your phone because you were looking at pictures of Mike, it’s all worth it. Because you’ve never looked like this while talking about Mike, and Mike is a cat. He isn’t a person, isn’t your boyfriend. Mike is a cat and Spencer has a chance.
Spencer has a chance.
“Does this… this means you’re single, right?”
A somewhat terrified look overtakes his face.
“Oh, shoot, you are single, right?”
You bite your lower lip and nod. “Yes, Spencer. I’m single.”
He lets out a breath. “Good. That’s good. I’m glad.” He repeats your nod, realises what he said could imply, and starts shaking his head. “Not-not good good. You’re incredible and need to be appreciated, but… good, because that means we could, you know…” He gestures vaguely. God, why can’t he get coherent words out? “If you wanted to, we could-“
“Are you trying to ask me out, Spencer?”
“Yes.”
Just to cause immense emotional distress, you raise an eyebrow, mischief clear on your face, and wait for him to continue.
“You want me to actually ask?” He winces.
“I’ve spent the last year convinced you didn’t like me, so, yes, I want you to actually ask.”
The new information sends ice down Spencer’s back because what? Since when? “You- what?“
“I’ve liked you for a while, Spencer,” You cross your arms over your body, slightly embarrassed. “But you always kept your distance so I did too, I guess.”
“I thought you were taken!” Spencer exclaims. “If I’d known I would’ve-we could’ve- I would-“
“You’d what, Reid?” There’s a teasing lilt to your tone, but there’s no denying you’re incandescently happy.
He takes a deep breath and asks what he’s wanted to for far too long. “When this is all over, would you like to go on a date with me, Y/N?”
Relief flashes in your eyes, like you didn’t fully believe what was happening until he finally asked, and words have never sounded as pretty as when you say: “Yes. Yes I would.”
Like lovesick idiots, you stand in front of the window with the snowfall as a backdrop, grinning at each other. You can’t help it – you lean up, press a kiss to his cheek that immediately sets his skin ablaze, and fall back onto your feet with a smile sweeter than all the sugar you’d consumed today.
“Merry Christmas, Spencer.”
Somehow, despite the nerves and the way his heart is trying to leap into your hands, he manages to tell you, “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
+++
(Three weeks later, Spencer meets the Mike. Turns out he’s a nice guy. Spencer takes the first opportunity he can to apologise for all the bad things he said about him behind his back. The purring tells Spencer he’s forgiven)
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