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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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college model!juyeon

SO the people have spoken (aka 3 people but it’s more than 0 so I DON’T CARE) and without further ado HERE WE GO IT’S A COLLEGE MODEL JUYEON BLURB. please reblog if you enjoyed and check out my other dumb overly long blurbs in the stream of idiocy tag on my blog <3

pairing: juyeon x gender neutral!reader

wc: 2.4k

genre: fluff, a bit of angst when mc is stressed, university!au

triggers: cursing, like the tiniest bit of suggestive stuff but absolutely nothing explicit (it’s really just saying juyeon is hot which wbk)

fashion major!kevin

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so juyeon isn’t actual a professional model-model like he just happens to be v tall and v handsome and therefore catches the eye of every single fucking fashion major (and other people too) on campus but i’m focusing on the fashion majors because he is LITERALLY model material. have you seen those fucking arms and that fucking face ANYWAY MOVING ON juyeon is an absolute sweetheart behind those stupid muscles and anyone who works with him swears it is impossible like legitimately impossible not to fall in love with his dumb little smile but the thing is juyeon only really agrees to model for fashion major kevin usually like sometimes kevin will pull in a favor and ask him to model for someone else who can’t find anyone (bc let’s be real kevin’s got a lot of friends he could definitely rope someone into modeling for him /cough the other 2/3 of bermuda line cough/ but more often than not kevin takes juyeon not bc juyeon is like the best model or whatever (he’s good obv but some people probably have more experience) but bc juyeon is the only one who will willingly wear some of kevin’s more questionable choices

and the fucking thing is. he still looks good in them. he walks down the runway in this weird ass shirt and pants or whatever the hell kevin’s cooked up for this assignment and people are like.... IT’S SO WEIRD BUT WHY IS JUYEON PULLING IT OFF

so YEAH juyeon is happily modeling his way through college while doing a dance major (one time kevin did his makeup to purposely make him look slightly sweaty and the crowd went fucking insane) and he’s got a lot of things going for him, looks, talent, hard work, etc. and he’s v good at dancing, one of the top in his year so in exchange for his modeling work kevin goes to his dance recitals/competitions to cheer him on and that’s actually how juyeon meets you

you’re feeling shitty bc you just broke up with your partner for whatever reason, let’s just say it was not an amicable breakup and you were about to hole yourself up in 1. the dorm or 2. the lab and just drown yourself in work to forget everything but kevin is one of your good friends and he rolls up and is like. nah. fuck no i’m taking you out we are going to get lunch and then we are going to go see my model friend at one of his dance recitals i promise you it will be FUN and??? you can’t exactly refuse because it’s kevin and he’s not wrong you actually do need to go outside and get some fresh air bc the only time you have left a building over the past week or so is to 1. go to class/the lab from your dorm or 2. to go to your dorm from class/the lab (you are a science major here bc i am a science major and i am heavily projecting ok don’t come at me. though i will say you do theoretical physics which i DO NOT DO but i think it’s cool if mind-blowing so again. projection. despite the fact that i will not touch quantum mechanics after today with a ten foot pole)

so kevin forces you outside and the day is going ok like it’s nice out and he pays for the food and the dance recital is amazing and juyeon has this mf solo that’s absolutely gorgeous and you’re like hitting kevin in the shoulder like omg dude how did you score a friend this talented and he’s like??? what the fuck do you mean by that are you saying i’m not talented and you’re like. well. and then he threatens to deck you but it’s all in good fun anyway MOVING ON when the recital is over kevin drags you over to meet juyeon bc he’s like! it is unacceptable that two of my good friends do not know each other and juyeon if you’re not doing anything you should come with us to dinner! and juyeon is like well i was going to go out with the dance team but you two could come with us and he’s all smiley and soft and you half want to praise the heavens and half want to go to hell bc he looks so sweet and happy and lovely and it’s an honor to be in his presence but at the same time you haven’t left a building for like a week and you’re pretty sure you still have eyebags that haven’t disappeared (jokes on you they’ll never disappear this is university) but kevin says yes for both of you and so you end up with dinner plans too

and it’s fun! everyone is really nice and even though you know nothing about dance you and juyeon end up having v cool conversation about each other’s interests and all that and you’re so immersed in talking with him that you don’t see kevin giving you side-eyes next to you every five fucking minutes (he’s like well. i didn’t see this coming but i’m not going to complain) and by the end of the night you have juyeon’s number in your phone and you’ve made plans to get coffee before class the next day (you don’t have the same class but they’re in adjacent buildings and at the same time so why not) and you go back to your dorm feeling happier than you’ve felt all week

it continues like this?? like it’s actually v weird bc even when you two don’t have plans to meet up juyeon just magically appears around where you’re supposed to be and when you remark on this at one point juyeon just kinda blushes and diverts the topic which makes you suspicious a little but he’s really sweet and has no stalker-ish vibes and you also double-check with kevin who just fucking starts laughing over the phone until you hang up bc he clearly doesn’t have the brain cells to talk to you anywho this is model juyeon and i haven’t talked about that much but HERE WE GO

kevin has a fashion show assignment coming up and juyeon doesn’t have much time to hang out anymore between fittings with kevin + his own major so you end up carting your ass to the fitting sessions after kevin invites you once to see what’s going on and juyeon actually gets scared by all the numbers n shit on your papers bc like what the fuck y/n are you a computer and you just whap him over the head with your stack of homework and say no shut the fuck up and model pretty boy (you don’t see but juyeon blushes bc you called him pretty. kevin saw though and he’s not impressed) but you end up not focusing on your homework bc kevin has juyeon put on and take off clothes at multiple points during the session and ofc if it’s pants or whatever juyeon goes into a different room but if it’s just a shirt.... let’s just say you get a free show and at some point you’re just like yeah i have to go and kevin’s like?? there’s still an hour left and you say something like i can’t focus here the vibes are off and KEVIN KNOWS WHAT’S UP but juyeon is adorably oblivious so he’s just like! ok! see you later y/n i hope you get your homework done :) and he’s so smiley and cute and you just want to melt and cry bc he’s shirtless which is hot asf but he’s also smiling like that which is cute asf and you’re getting whiplash

(you still end up joining the sessions every so often. you bring homework to try and get it done but your time is either spent critiquing kevin’s fashion choices or staring subtly (not) at juyeon)

then a not good week rolls around and it’s just been absolutely shitty between crap professors and too much homework and your lab is working on submitting a paper soon and you’re stressed to the max and to top things off you saw your ex earlier and they tried to talk to you and you really didn’t want to have it so you’re in the lab crying over your computer while you try to proofread the stupid paper and your phone is off bc you don’t want to talk to anyone but then the door bursts open and you nearly have a heart attack and there juyeon stands in clothes that definitely aren’t his own (they’re too sleek and fancy to be normal clothes at least) and his eyes are kinda wild before they locate you in the corner of the room, shell-shocked and confused and also still crying a little bit out of stress

and oh god juyeon’s eyes just soften totally and he walks over and before you know it you’re being pulled into a juyeon hug which is quite possibly one of the best hugs you have felt in a very long time and you’re doing your best not to break down right then and there bc his clothes feel hella expensive and he’s asking you what’s wrong and you can’t speak bc if you do you’ll cry on his model clothing and you finally manage to say that and there’s a beat of silence and then juyeon just goes well would it help if i took the shirt off

AND THAT JUST SETS YOU OFF AND NOW YOU’RE CRYING AND LAUGHING AT THE SAME TIME AND JUYEON IS HALF SMILING HALF UPSET THAT YOU’RE STILL SAD BUT LIKE IT’S FINE IT’S TOTALLY FINE AND somehow you manage not to ruin kevin’s latest fashion creation (which makes juyeon look unfairly handsome even through your puffy eyes) and juyeon closes your laptop and takes you out to the convenience store (still dressed in his modeling outfit jfc) and over shitty ramen and alcohol (or water/juice/whatever if you don’t drink) you tell him about your crap week and juyeon commiserates and listens

at some point you ask him why he’s still wearing kevin’s clothes like?? surely you weren’t running around in them all day and juyeon just looks down and mumbles something and you’re like speak louder dude i can’t hear you and apparently he was in the middle of a session w kevin and kevin looked super stressed and worried and juyeon asked what was up and he told him about how you weren’t responding to anything and juyeon just. booked it the fuck out of there to find you and well now here you both are

and that. that just touches the FUCK out of you and wow you’re crying again bc of that and out of guilt for not talking to kevin or anyone and juyeon’s freaking out like oh my god please stop crying did i say something wrong and you’re just wiping your tears away with a napkin like no you doofus i’m sorry i made you worried it was just that shitty week and??? why did you sprint out of there IN KEVIN’S MODEL CLOTHES you gotta give those back??? and it looks like silk you know that’s going to be a bitch to clean

juyeon just pouts then and mumbles something under his breath and is like. it’s not more important than you.

which makes you reel bc that sounded a lot more like a confession than you’re really ready to process and juyeon seems to realize that at the same time and now you two are both just wide-eyed staring at each other and juyeon’s ears are going red and you’re still in shock and at some point you’re like... juyeon you stupid bastard say that again and he DOES and okay maybe you’re not dating by the end of the night but you sure are two weeks later when you ask him whether or not this is now a date and if he’s your boyfriend and juyeon spills coffee all over himself

(he mumbles yes as you’re wiping the coffee off his front though so it’s fine)

(it does not help that the coffee has now made the outline of his stomach visible)

anyway in general it’s a v cute and v sweet relationship :D juyeon is head over heels for you and you’re head over heels for him too and you’re not like the over the top sweet and gross couple you two like to keep it a little low-key but ofc that doesn’t stop kevin from banning you from fitting sessions w juyeon out of fear that you’ll like make out while juyeon’s wearing the modeling clothes but that’s just kevin being a little shit so it’s fine

juyeon manages to bring that silk shirt back to kevin in one clean piece

you manage not to die every time you go to one of juyeon’s dance recitals (even when he puts in a fake eyebrow piercing and you almost have a heart attack)

juyeon often likes to come into the lab for nothing other than to watch you work bc according to him its fascinating to watch you manipulate numbers and actually the lab is a v nice and quiet place to get things done when it’s mostly empty so you have a few study dates there

you go to juyeon’s dance practices sometimes when you have nothing better to do and get excited over showing him the physics of some of the dance moves and juyeon understands almost none of it but he’s beaming bc you’re so excited and animated while talking about it and the first time this happens is when you two have your first kiss. you ask juyeon if he was kissing you to shut you up and he says no i just thought you looked so happy that i had to kiss you

juyeon is a gentleman and you are like the sarcastic best friend turned lover but it really works out and yea there are a lot of people jealous that you managed to wrap juyeon around your finger but you’re also wrapped around his it’s v much a partnership where both of you rely on each other and yeah. it’s sweet. it’s lovely. juyeon hot but more important juyeon best boyfriend ever <3

and that’s how it goes.

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for kevin’s clothes let’s all pray that no tears stain his silk)

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kpop-zone · 4 years

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High school Blackpink reaction to their s/o causing them to get detention

A/N: I’m really sorry that Lisa’s and Chaeyoung’s are so much shorter!

Jisoo

When Jisoo looked at you, she knew that you were just hatching some mischievous plan. You were way too quiet. Right when the bell rang to indicate that recess was over, a smug smirk formed on your lips and you fixed your gaze on her.

“No.”

Jisoo said sternly without even knowing what your plan was.

But she didn’t even need to know. You only ever had shenanigans in your head.

“Come on, jagi.”

You whined but Jisoo simply ignored you.

You didn’t give up that fast though, so you stood between her legs and gave her puppy dog eyes.

“Pleaseee. You know how boring Ms. Choi is. Besides, you already know everything that she is teaching. You’re just smart like that.”

Jisoo knew that you were only praising her right now to make her soft. But it was totally working.

“What do you wanna do?”

She huffed annoyed and you grinned victoriously.

“Nothing bad. I’m just going to pretend that I have to puke. And then we’re gonna enjoy an extended lunch break.”

You winked at her and Jisoo felt torn.

She was a good student and didn’t want to ruin her reputation. But on the other hand, she was already hungry and really not looking forward to that class. Therefore, she gave in to you.

“Fine.”

Jisoo rolled her eyes and you squealed excitedly.

When Ms. Choi entered the room, you went to your seat well-behaved, but a smirk was playing on your lips. Only 5 minutes into the lecture, Jisoo could hear weird gagging noises from your direction and instantly all the students’ heads whipped around.

“Y/N! Aren’t you feeling well?”

Ms.Choi asked in shock and you shook your head vehemently with a pained expression on your face.

You were such a good liar, making Jisoo wonder if she should be more careful with you.

But then Ms. Choi asked who could accompany you to the bathroom and Jisoo quickly raised her hand. Dramatically you put your weight on her and let yourself almost be carried out of the room, but as soon as Jisoo had closed the door a wide grin played on your lips.

“We’re such a good team.”

You boasted while holding up your hand for a high five, but Jisoo only scoffed and started walking to the bathroom. As soon as you arrived, she climbed on the sink while attentively listening if somebody could barge into the bathroom.

“Relax, Jisoo. I even brought snacks as a token of my gratitude.”

You offered, catching Jisoo’s attention when you mentioned snacks.

Suddenly you pulled plenty of packaged food out of your clothes that the two of you started to devour together. Jisoo was completely immersed in her chips that she didn’t even hear Ms. Choi entering the bathroom and standing in the door for several seconds, staring at you sternly.

“I thought you had to puke?”

She suddenly asked and both of you jumped in surprise.

You grinned at her with your mouth still full, but your charms couldn’t save you this time. Ms. Choi condemned both of you to detention, causing Jisoo to throw a death glare at you.

You picked her up after her last class and together you walked to the detention room. Jisoo groggily plopped down on one of the seats and started doing her assignment. She was mad at herself for letting you pull her into that kind of trouble. She shouldn’t temper with her good performance like that.

You tried to play cute with her to get her to lighten up, but Jisoo was having none of it.

“Let’s just get this over with, Y/N.”

She mumbled, not wanting to get into more trouble.

Jennie

Jennie was checking if she had done all her homework properly, while you were standing in the front, surrounded by the other students who were hanging on your every word. She shook her head at the scene in front of her before focusing on the paper she had written. But then suddenly hands blocked her sight and she huffed, already knowing who was annoying her.

“Y/N!”

Jennie tried fighting you off, but she didn’t really have a chance against you.

Therefore, she accepted her fate, so you moved around her and sat on the table in front of her.

“You know, I think we’ve all worked hard today and deserve a little break.”

You started and Jennie knew that you wanted to cause trouble again.

“Y/N...”

She said suspiciously, but you put your innocent face on.

“What? I just want to ensure justice.”

You exclaimed heroic, making Jennie chuckle.

“And what are you trying to do right now? Asking me for permission? Because I know that you wouldn’t listen to me, even if I tried to talk you out.”

Jennie asked curiously, but you shook your head with a grin.

“No I need your brains. You wouldn’t happen to know how to lock a door without a key?”

You smirked, making Jennie look at you in confusion.

“Why should I know that? And besides, why don’t you just block the door handle with a chair?”

She responded and you seemed to be satisfied with the answer.

“My genius girlfriend. Come on...”

You grinned while holding out your hand for her to take.

Jennie looked at you with wide eyes, but you waited patiently until she grabbed it and let herself be pulled to the door.

“Guys, class is cancelled for today.”

You announced proudly, causing the other students to cheer you on.

Quickly you scribbled something on a piece of paper and hung it on the outside of the door before blocking it with a chair.

“What did you write on the paper?”

Jennie asked confused and you winked at her cheekily.

“That this room is inaccessible because of a pipe burst.”

Your creativity with your pranks never lacked to amaze Jennie, even if she pretended to be unimpressed right now.

The whole class was dead silent when their teacher shook the door handle and eventually left while cursing. Afterwards, everyone broke out in laughter and you enjoyed your free time. At one point, however, someone needed to go to the rest room and your prank started to go the wrong way. As soon as your classmate had left the room, you heard the furious voice of your teacher yelling in the hallway.

A few seconds later, he stormed into the classroom and looked at all of you sternly.

“Who was behind this?”

He asked upset and started to threaten the whole class with detention when no one raised their hand, causing you to eventually stand up.

“It was me.”

You admitted with only little regret in your voice, but Jennie didn’t want you to get into any trouble. You were known to be a prankster and your punishment surely would be severe.

“No it was me.”

Jennie suddenly blurted out, causing the teacher to look at her in disbelief.

But despite her being a straight A student, he didn’t show any mercy and condemned both of you to detention.

Together you walked to the detention room after your classes had ended, while you looked at her guiltily from the side, because Jennie pretended to be mad at you for getting her in trouble. In reality, Jennie wasn’t mad though. She had fallen for you because of your “rebellious” side in the first place and she enjoyed that she could proof that she was more than just the nerd today.

She was a little concerned what her parents would say, but that was a problem for later. Now she was looking forward to spending some time with you. Detention wasn’t the best premise, but any time spent with you wasn’t that bad.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung was one of the good ones, you knew that. And you didn’t plan on changing that, even though you were a troublemaker yourself. You liked that the two of you were polar opposites and balanced each other really well. That’s why your bad conscious was killing you right now. You held your crying girlfriend in your arms and tried your best to give her comfort.

You had known that your plan wasn’t quite allowed, but you also hadn’t thought that you would be caught. Your school was up a hill, so you thought that you surely had a beautiful view on the city from the rooftop. Therefore, you figured out a way over the past weeks how to sneak up there. Today you had finally wanted to take your girlfriend on the rooftop and have a cute lunch date.

Unluckily, you were surprised by the school’s janitor and some craftsman though, because the roof had a hole that needed to be repaired.

Both of you were brought to the principal who punished you with some detention. You were already used to staying longer at school. Chaeyoung, however, had never been in trouble before. She had begged the principal to not tell her parents, but of course he called them.

Therefore, your girlfriend was clinging to your body now, while crying.

“What if they’ll force me to break up with you now?”

She sobbed, but you patted her back calmingly.

“Don’t worry, jagi. Your parents are super cool. They won’t make that big of a deal out of this.”

You said confidently, hoping to ease your bad conscious and stop your girlfriend from crying.

One thing was for sure. You would never get your girlfriend in trouble ever again. She was way too worried about her school performance and what her parents thought.

After a while, Chaeyoung calmed down and did her assignments at record pace and with a much higher quality than required. When the teacher that supervised you, praised your girlfriend for her extraordinary work, she started blushing lightly but was in a much better mood afterwards.

Lalisa

You didn’t need much convincing for Lisa to join in on your prank. She might be a straight A student, but she was definitely not one to say no to trouble.

Therefore, she giggled excitedly when you made your way to the secretary’s office. You hid around the corner and looked at Lisa.

“You ready?”

You asked her and she gave you a cheeky grin and a thumbs up in response.

The two of you waited until the principal’s assistant went to the restroom before slipping into her office.

You waited at the door to keep watch while Lisa quickly went to the microphone and started blasting ‘Swalla’ through the speakers. She started laughing mischievously and dancing to the rhythm. You were so focused on your girlfriend that you hadn’t even realized that the secretary had come back and was now standing behind you with her face red in anger.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

She yelled and Lisa threw her phone in surprise, making the music stop abruptly.

You looked at your girlfriend with wide eyes, but when she met your gaze, you could see that she was trying really hard not to laugh. You truly had fallen for a troublemaker.

The two of you were brought to the principal and he punished you with several hours of detention and some assignments. Nevertheless, a wide grin was playing on Lisa’s lips as soon as you excited the principal’s office. She put her arms around your shoulder and walked with you to your first hour of detention.

“That was fun. We should try that again.”

She grinned and you chuckled in response

You had found your partner in crime.

#blackpink reactions #blackpink #jisoo #jennie #chaeyoung #rose #lalisa #lisa #girl group reactions #girl group #kpop reactions #kpop #blackpink imagines #girl group imagines

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wintersxsoul · 6 years

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Fire Meets Gasoline (9)

Summary: You leave your city to start over in your best friend’s town, oblivious to the fact that you have an unexpected roommate. What will happen when fire meets gasoline?

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k-ish?

Warnings: None, my dorks

A/N: hehe

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Loki was sitting in the middle of the couch, watching every move you made around the living room, nervously. He knew agreeing to watch The Notebook with you was the worst idea ever, but something deep inside him made him say yes. Maybe it was the way you said it, with that particular glint in your eyes he knew too well already or maybe it was his pathetic excuse that you couldn’t watch such a sappy movie alone in your state of mind. Loki was not a fool, but he tried so hard to not admit the truth to himself, which was that he trusted you completely, as much as you trusted him. He knew it was his time to be vulnerable around you, letting you see his real self, open up to you. You took a huge risk letting him see yourself; the vampire freak, the cold one night stand and the heartbroken woman. You barely knew things about his life or his tastes. What you knew, you learned it by yourself, by being an excellent observer. You knew Loki adored black coffee with no sugar in the mornings, he loved Queen with all his bisexual ass, a fact you really had to learn on your fucking own since he used to play it every damn morning. He was always reading, mostly Shakespeare, he was a book editor and worked from home, that’s why no one could never enter his room without his permission.

“Are you gonna take the whole couch or what?” You said while approaching him, the movie started playing in the TV. He moved slowly, his eyes never meeting yours, so you could sit in one extreme and him, on the other, placing the bowl of popcorn in the middle.

As the movie progressed, you realized that Loki was too focused on something else, and since you were no witch, you decided to ask him after 15 minutes more passed.

“What are you thinking about? You don’t like it?” Maybe that was the reason he looked so tense, you forced him to watch it after he told you he’d never seen it before.

“Ryan Gosling is a masterpiece in this movie.” He said after a few minutes in silence, staring at the screen.

“Yeah, he portrays Noah amazingly.” You added, totally thinking he meant his acting.

“Wasn’t talking about that, but go off sis.” You stared at him amused and chuckled, he looked at you and smirked.

You were silent again, immersed in the movie, when you heard Loki whispering something under his breath. You looked at him, thinking that maybe he was complaining about the sappiness of the pier scene, but your eyes widened when you realized he knew the lines, by heart.

“I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year...it wasn't over, it still isn't over!” You burst out laughing, making Loki’s head snap to look at you, fear crossing his eyes.

“I can explain.” He blurted out. You couldn’t stop laughing, the fact that he lied to you telling you he didn’t know the movie when he really knew it, probably by heart. It was a two hour long movie, with a lot of dialogues and long lines, so he must have seen it A LOT to know each word so perfectly.

“I can’t believe you made a fool of me, making me think you are a tough guy with no feelings apart from hatred towards sappy shit. And here you are, quoting Noah Calhoun.” You said pointing at the movie, completely missing the sex scene.

“Look, sorry I lied, but this was exactly why I didn’t want to tell you about it.” Loki stood up but before he could move to leave, you grabbed his hand to stop him. You looked at him and sweetly smiled, understanding him completely.

“Hey, I get it, I do that too. Sorry.” He nodded and sat next to you.

“This movie means a lot to me, it was my mother’s favorite one. We used to watch it all the time.” You could feel his sadness through his trembling voice and it immediately made you feel like an asshole. You reached for his hand and held it in yours, squeezing it, trying to give him comfort.

“She was the one who taught me all I know about literature, art, music and cinema. She was such an angel. I never deserved her.” Loki fought the tears that were threatening to fall, but when he looked into your eyes, he lost it. You were shedding silent tears, feeling the pain of Loki’s words towards his mother.

“You did deserve her Loki, you are...I don’t even know where to start. You are by far, the best thing that’s happened to me this year and I’m so glad I moved in. You are extraordinary.” You hugged him tightly to your chest, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath fanning your neck, sending you shivers down your spine.

You pulled away after a few minutes, holding Loki’s face with your hand so he looked at you.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, you’re my best friend, I would never, ever judge you.” You caressed his jaw with your fingertips and leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead. Loki stared at you in awe, not sure how to feel about the fact that it was the first time someone showed him this kind of affection, besides his mother, Frigga.

“You are my best friend too, Y/n. I hope you know that.” You nodded, not wanting to say something stupid and ruin the moment.

“Are you sure I can go?” You stuck your head out of the bathroom to ask Loki, who was probably getting dressed to meet his friends.

“Yes, they were the ones who suggested me to invite you actually.”

“So hurry the fuck up.” He added, making you roll your eyes and close the door again to get ready. As you blow dried your hair, you thought about the afternoon you spent with Loki, which was supposed to be a fun sappy afternoon watching The Notebook, but it turned out to be a huge mess. You were happy he finally opened up and showed himself, but you were also worried for all his pent up emotions.

“Loki, do I really have to dress up?” You shouted through the closed door, waiting for him to answer. He opened his door and revealed himself, the sight in front of you made you gasp. He was wearing a black suit, with a black shirt and a black tie. He looked so ethereal and gorgeous with his raven locks slightly slicked back, with some loose strands that framed his sharp pale face.

“You look…”

“Spectacular? Dazzling? Breathtaking? Beautiful?” You rolled your eyes and gave him a bored look.

“...like a witch.” He smirked and nodded ironically, knowing you were going to say something completely different.

“We gotta leave in half an hour, so you better be ready, Y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” You turned around and went to your room to get dressed. You chose a dark green silk-satin wrap gown with a plunging V neckline, spaghetti straps that cross at the low back and a one side slit. You wore golden accessories and a fake black fur coat, and since the dress was floor length, you decided to wear your black combat boots.

You wanted to spend Christmas at home with your parents, but since you were going to start working in a couple of days at the bookshop, it wasn’t worth it to go, plus, you were actually pretty excited to meet Loki’s friends. He invited you because Shay and Bucky really insisted him, since he never stopped talking about you.

You were finishing your makeup when Loki barged in the room, startling you, almost making you drop the lipstick.

“We gotta...go” He was staring at you wide eyed, his mouth slightly opened and his eyes scanning your outfit. Loki couldn’t keep his eyes off you until you shifted awkwardly in the spot and cleared your throat.

“Is it too much? I can change fast.” You said while taking a look at yourself in the mirror. You raised your head to look at him, his eyes already on yours.

“No, you look...ravishing is not even an accurate word.” You shyly smiled at him, your face turning a crimson red. You were used to being complimented, but when it was Loki, yu always felt taken aback with his sincerity.

“I’m just trying to look as good as you.” You rapidly answered, trying to keep it friendly, since that’s all there was.

“You’ve succeeded, then. Should we go?”

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Part Two: Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery. (The Real Ghostbusters S05E09)

Useful Links: Last Part | All Episodes Word Count: 5,458. A/N: I honestly didn't think I was going to like writing this episode as I have been, but it's been quite funny seeing how this has been turning out. I hope you guys enjoy this part. More out soon!

You understood the feeling of being sucked into a good book or a TV show, being immersed with the plot and characters that seem to grow on you more through each page you turn or how many episodes you watch. Throwing yourself into other fictional worlds was how you used to cope with the loneliness when you were younger. And sometimes reading a good book was how you could get your mind away from the stresses of being a hunter. But you were finding it hard to understand how people could find your written counterpart so interesting in the book series called "Supernatural." You had abandoned the brothers at the bar about fifteen minutes ago for the merch table that were selling the books for anyone that might want to buy. Nobody was around, giving you a chance to read a book you picked up for random. You skimmed the first few pages with little interest, you had already read half of them online. It was holding the actual paperback in your hands that made this entire situation so surreal.

Your entire life for the past twenty six years was here, from your wicked past of how you came to be from the demon deal your mother made and how they knew Andrew was a demon. Thanks to book number nine and ten. The books even included mentions of your faulty deal with Yellow Eyes for Sam and another one made right after with another demon as an attempt of saving Dean. "No Rest for the Wicked" sure did include every little detail of the final hours of your life from the first kiss with Dean, all the way down to the horrendous twist of fate after the boys realized Lilith was possessing your body, forcing you to watch all before being thrown into the same demise.

Every single internal feeling and deep fear you had ever had was written in black and white, then placed in paperback with some tacky looking cover. It was hard for you to understand how people could love your character so much that they wanted to be like you. Not to mention how everyone in this room thought all of the monster they read about were just fictional beings. And all the hunts you went on was just another adventure they could read about in the comfort of their own home.

"All I'm saying is that Dean always gets the girl. Why can't Sam have a bit of happiness in his life?"

"Because everyone Sam loves dies a slow and agonizing death. Mary and Jess, not to mention Madison. And if you want to blur the lines, I'm sure Ruby didn't stray too far from Hell."

There was a distant conversation not too far from where you were standing about a subject matter that you were growing tired of hearing about. Looking up from the bok, your eyes wandered over to across the room where you saw two girls sitting at a table with a few beers in hand. Both of them were heavily in conversation, not seeming to notice a bystander eavesdropping on their conversation. You watched as both of them argued their points of who Y/N could have ended up with at the end of "Supernatural" if it hadn't ended with two main characters meeting a bloody demise.

One argued that Dean and Y/N had chemistry since the first chapter. She was his mystery woman that he had kept secret for so many years, his last bit of normalcy to a past he didn't even remember before hunting. Her friend tried to argue again that Dean had a chance at something real, and that was with Cassie. Of course, that didn't work out. Her friend argued that Sam was the best fit for Y/N's character. Both of them were children thrown into a lifestyle they didn't want. Each of them found comfort in one another and had a relationship that was natural. He was smart like her, and despite his fatal touch, it seemed like Y/N didn't stay down for long.

Both of the girls, just like everyone in this room, were just having fun. Each of them started smiling and laughing a few moments later, making a few comments about how much they loved Y/N. "I mean, she's a total—" One of them began speaking, but she couldn't finish her sentence when someone poorly dressed as Dean came strolling up, deciding he should have put his opinion in on a conversation that was harmless to begin with.

"Y/N's character is totally pointless, if you ask me." He said with a cocky tone. You narrowed your eyes on him as the girls started to roll their eyes from his opinion nobody asked for. "I hope she stays dead. I mean, what does she even add to the storyline?"

"A lot, actually." One of them remarked. “Considering she’s one of the main characters…”

"She was only added to reach out for a bigger female audience and a cheap attempt at ruining a good storyline for a dumb romance." The man continued on talking, despite the glares he was getting from both of the girls. "Y/N's just as useless as all the other female characters in the book. I bet you in the next one all it's gonna be about is Sam and Dean whining about how they miss Y/N while they try to get revenge on Lilith. Sort of like how they got revenge on Azazel after he killed Mary and Jess. It's gonna be the same plotline all over again.”

"Is that, so?" The man looked away from the girls to see another voice had jumped into the conversation. He found himself letting out a chuckle to see you standing there with a brow arched up and your arms crossed over your chest. " I have to disagree. I think she's done a lot of hard work over the past several yea—I mean, books. I think she's worked her ass over enough to get some credit. She's done a lot."

"Like, what? Get captured by the bad guys half the time? Or maybe it's getting herself almost killed because she has no idea what's she's doing." He man argues with you, only causing your lips to stretch into a smirk and press your arms tighter around your body. "She's stupid. Not to mention her selling her soul for the boys. She's not a 'strong female character.' She's weak, stupid and shows no redeeming qualities."

"Right. Because Sam and Dean have never done anything stupid to get themselves into trouble. I mean, Y/N made a few mistakes because she was naive and learned how to hunt from the beginning. It��s called character development and learning from her mistakes. And selling her soul for the boys doesn't make her a weak character or a plot device to move the story along. Dean did the exact same thing and I bet you would say that's heroic of him. But if a female does something for a male character it makes her less of. Hmm?" You raised a brow after giving your opinion that he didn't ask for. "Or maybe you don't like Y/N's character—or any of the female characters—is because they're smarter, stronger and level headed than you'll ever be. And for someone like you, who probably still lives in his mom's basement, gets intimated pretty quickly by the opposite gender.”

Both of the girls stared at you with slightly growing grins as each of them reached out to drink their beers. The man tried his hardest to ignore what you had just said, he adjusted himself looked away. You were about to walk away, but something else popped into your head, and it was too good to pass up. "Come to think of it. You and Y/N do have one thing in common." You said as you wagged your index finger at him "Both are you are gonna die virgins, that's for sure."

You turned around in your spot and headed for the bar again, a smirk stretching across your lips as one of the girls let out a giggle as the other accidentally spit out a bit of her drink from what you had said. Nonetheless, the man walked away from the girls, leaving them alone to continue on with their night as you made your way back to the bar where you had left the boys. You lean against the wooden countertop and wave up an arm to get the bartender's attention, all while making sure not to accidentally smack the girl in the face that was sitting on the other side of the bar just a seat down. She didn't seem to realize you were standing next to her as she quietly texted on her phone. You notice from her powdered face to make her complexion and outdated outfit she must have been on the actors working tonight, probably the infamous Leticia Gore that was supposed to be haunting the halls. But it seemed that even ghosts needed a break.

"For the last time, I'm not making this up, okay? She—She's upstairs! A real, live, dead ghost!" You looked over your shoulder to see there was a guy, dressed like Sam, going on about being attacked. You wondered if he was just part of the show, but seeing that he was bleeding from the head and showed discolored bruising, you were starting to believe otherwise. His friend tried to calm him down by saying that it could have been one of the actors just getting too into characters, but he caught him off. "Who beat the crap out me and vanished?"

You looked over at the boys and gave a shrug, thinking that you might have possibly gotten a case here, after all. The three of you walked over to the boys and added yourself into the conversation. "You saw something?" Sam asked rather politely. But the guy thought you were trying to play the game like everyone else causing him to look at the taller man with an annoyed glare.

"Look, this isn't part of the game, jerk." He snapped at the three of you, obviously having had enough of tonight's antics as he looked back over at his friend to tell him the change of plans. "Tim, I'm getting out here, and I suggest you do the same."

You watched as the both of them stormed out, one following the other, making you rather curious of what could be going on around here. Perhaps Chuck wasn't too creative at making up his own story for a change and needed a real haunted place to set up the convention for the feel. "What do you think?" Sam asked the both of you.

"I don't think that guy's good enough actor to be acting." Dean said, you nodded your head in agreement.

You and the boys, in true fashion, decided to as around the staff to see if there was possible truth of what people were saying around here. While you had seen a few people taking part of the festivities, you would only think you would be playing along in the game and tell you the same speech they'd been giving everyone dressed in cheap suits and showing off their fake badges. You wandered around the hotel until you spotted a man working behind the front desk, and showing no interest to what was going on around him. And that was the exact person you wanted to personally talk to. You and the brothers began heading for the front desk, you passed a group of people as they all circled around the same man giving the speech earlier tonight. You passed by them showing no amount of interest as you placed your hand on the wooden countertop.

"Excuse us." You said, catching the man's attention as he looked up from his paperwork. You gave him a polite smile as you tapped your fingertips against the countertop. "Mind if we ask you a few questions?"

"Look, I don't have to play 'Star Wars,' guys." He said, showing little interest in keeping this conversation alive. He pointed the tip of his pen across the room, directing your attention over to the man you had just passed. "Go ask the guy in the ascot.”

You and the boys exchanged a look, knowing this wasn't going to be easy, but there was one way to make anybody talk. Dean reached a hand to his back pocket to pull out his wallet. "Actually, we, uh," Slipping out a fifty dollar bill and across the countertop, the sight of green makes the man look up from his paperwork again. "Really want to talk to you."

"Okay. You guys are really into this." The man laughed out, taken back at the money in front him. He cautiously glanced up to see if all of you were being serious, you gave him a small smile that made him confident enough to quietly grab the money while nobody was looking. "What do you want to know?"

"All this stuff they're saying—place being haunted, Leticia Gore. Is there any truth to it?" You asked him, curious for answers.

"We generally don't like to publicize this to, you know, normal people. But, yeah, in 1909, this place was called Gore orphanage. Miss. Gore killed four boys with a butcher knife, then offed herself." He explained to the three of you, giving the exact same information you had heard earlier tonight. Dean asked him if tonight was really the anniversary of the crime, the man nodded his head. "Yep. Guess your convention folks wanted authenticity."

"There been any sightings?" Sam asked.

"Uh, over the years, yeah. A few maids have quit, saying they heard the boys or saw them." The man said. You listened to what he was saying, not having a clue you had two eavesdroppers on the conversation. "A janitor even saw Miss Gore once."

"Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?" Dean continued on asking, but it seemed that one came with a higher price point.

"Look, I don't want you stomping all over the joint. A lot of this place is off-limits to nerds." He said, not giving up the answer so easily. You rolled your eyes from the remark as Dean took another fifty out from his wallet and discreetly making another offer the man couldn't refuse. Of course he grabbed the cash and tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket. "The attic."

You gave him another smile and thanked him for the help. All though you weren't too happy at getting this information with a hundred bucks wasted, but you might have actual problems if Miss Gore decided to start carving up a few guests if she gotten word of what was going on around here. You and the boys traveled up to the second floor of the building try and find an entrance to the attic. Sam managed to find the string that dangled from the ceiling, and thanks to his freakishly tall height, he had to just lift up his arm and effortlessly pulled down the flimsy looking ladder that lead to the attic. You always had a little bit of a fear of heights, and looking at the flimsy wood that looked like it couldn't hold your weight without breaking, it made you slightly nervous. But you swallowed down your nervousness as you watched Sam head up first, and besides the creaking coming from the ladder, he made it up relatively safe. You fished out your flashlight and turned it on, making sure to have it handy as you descended your way up to the void of darkness and dust.

Pushing yourself up to a standing position, you left your flashlight on the ground for a moment as you steadied yourself on the attic floor and tried to get the dust off your jeans. You bent back down and grabbed your flashlight to try and navigate your way as Dean crawled his way up from the tiny space that was too narrow for him. You began looking around to look around the place to see what it had become over a hundred years later. Mostly the place had turned into another storage unit for unwanted things like rusty headboards and outdated looking furniture the hotel had long forgotten about. If nobody had heard about the tragic history of this place, someone might not have suspected four brutal murders and a suicide happened right here.

The three of you worked mostly in silence, letting your footsteps treading across the wooden floors and the quiet buzzing coming from the EMF reader be the only noise. Sam stood next to you as he scanned the room to take a brief sweep. You looked over to see the needle was jumping back and forth into place as the little red bulbs were brightly lit. “The EMF’s going nuts.” Sam said.

"Great." You muttered underneath your breath at the dangerous situation that was unfolding. "So, we've got a real ghost, and a bunch of nerds, pretending to be us, poking at it. This isn't gonna end well."

"You know what? Serves them right." Dean said with a snarky tone. You furrowed your brow from his remark as you flashed your light at him. Giving in a dirty look, you mumbled his name underneath your breath as you shook your head. You didn't like this situation as much as he did, but there was no reason to wish harm on someone innocent. It was your job to make sure that didn't happen, much as you despised some of these people. "Well, I'm just saying."

You rolled your eyes from his attitude before parting ways with him, deciding to go on your own for a chance at finding anything that might explain what happened here or where Miss Gore was buried. You didn't have your usual time of research like most hunts. This was more of a spur of the moment with a little bit of background information that was useful enough to know that this place was harboring a malicious spirit that would probably strike again due to some unwanted attention. You quietly wandered through the attic and followed whatever the flashlight could pick up. Mostly all you could see was outdated furniture and rags, not to mention cobwebs and dust. Nothing seemed to have popped out as unordinary, that was, until you heard a childish voice speak from behind you, making you jump a few inches in the air in surprise.

"My mommy loves me." You quickly turned around in your spot to see there was a little boy crouched down in the corner. Your flashlight put a spotlight on him so you could see that he was dressed in dirty clothes, and far outdated for this time period. He stared at you with his hands on his head, and again, he professed something to you. "I said my mommy loves me."

You heard the shuffle of feet across the floor before you saw the boys heading your way at the sound of an unfamiliar voice break the silence. Both of them notice right away of the little boy, you gave him a small smile as you nodded your head. "I'm sure she does." You agreed with the little boy, thinking he must have been one of the victims.

"My mommy loves me this much." The little boy drew out his hands to show you, but you only noticed the wound on his head. Your eyes widened in slight horror at seeing his skull peek through with fresh trickles of blood seeping from the wound. His hair and skin missing from where Miss Gore had butchered it out with the knife. When you glanced back down at the boy, he vanished from your sight, going off back to where he'd been hiding for the past hundred years.

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You and Dean stayed back, getting a table for yourself and quietly waited for Sam to get back. You scanned the bar to see how things were coming along, only to spot Becky across the room, her gaze solely on the younger Winchester. She quietly sipped on her cocktail and watched as the man. While Sam busied himself with the conversation, Becky was feeling a bit bold. You didn't know if she was starting to feel a bit tipsy from the drinks from what unfolded next. She lifted up her and decided to lick of her hand to blow a pretend kiss at the man, all before topping off the gesture with an awkward attempt at a wink. Sam responded with an awkward wave from across the room, unsure of what the hell just happened.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked over at Chuck, who sat right across from her at the table, looking a little defeated. It seemed your assumption about Chuck was right, he was harboring a crush on his number one fan, who was seemingly a little too preoccupied with the other Winchester. "Awesome." Chuck muttered underneath his breath as he brought his beer glass to his mouth, decided that he was in desperate need of a drink.

Becky had a thing for Sam, who she once only thought was just a fictional character by the author Carver Edlund, only to find out that Sam was a very real person and Carver was just a penname for Chuck. Chuck had first used Becky, the self-titled number one fan, as a way to safely transport some useful information after Lucifer was freed from the cage. Only it seems that after being around her for a little while, he was starting to grow fond of her. Meanwhile, Sam was too obvlious to what was going on, and had no desire to even give Becky the time of day. And here you thought things couldn't have gotten any weirder.

"All right. So, that was the guy with the county historical society." Sam came back to the table after wrapping up his phone call to tell you what he learned. "Not only did Leticia Gore butcher the four boys, one of them was her own son. According to the police at the time, she scalped the poor kid."

"Oh, that's it. I'm gonna deep-fry this bitch extra-crispy." Dean let out a bitter chuckle from hearing the news. Whenever children were involved, it always set something off inside of you, and hearing that a woman had killed her own child out of cold blood made you want to burn her bones fast as possible. “Dude say she was buried?”

“He doesn’t know.” Sam answered.

"Check it out." You heard someone trying to speak in a deep and gravelly voice from behind you, causing you to look over your shoulder at who it was coming from. Two guys, one that you recognized from earlier today as Dean, sat at a small table with his partner, who was attempting at being Sam. "There's the orphanage, here's the Carriage house. And right there, cemetary."

"You think that's where Leticia's planted?" Dean, the imposter, asked his partner. You looked over at the boys with an annoyed look, seeming to realize you had a shadow following on your actual trail. Pushing yourself up to your feet, you casually headed over to the other men, and reached out a hand to take the map from them, only it seemed the fake Dean was fast, letting you only feel the paper before snatching it away. "Hey. Ooh. Hey, hey! Hey, do you mind lady?"

The fake Dean folded the map back up as he gave you a dirty look at trying to steal his piece of evidence from you. "It's real." You said, looking over at the brothers. "A century old, at least."

“And he's right.” Sam said. “There is a cemetery on the grounds.”

"Where'd you get that?" You asked the two men.

"It's called a game, sister." Dean, the player, told you. You raised your brow from his tone of voice, obviously not too amused at the little act he was playing. "It ain't called a 'charity.'"

"All right," Dean stretched out his arm in front him and wiggled his fingers at the man pretending to be him. "Give me the map, chuckles."

"Oh, you're the chuckles...chuckles. Besides," The man failed at an attempt of lashing out another sarcastic jab that only Dean could come up with, but he had other leverage. You quickly bit your bottom lip to keep a laugh from escaping your throat when you watched him lift up his leather jacket, showing off his toy gun that was stuffed in his jeans. "Dean don't listen to nobody."

"Dean, cool it." His friend said, attempting to play his character through.

Dean rolled his eyes from what was unfolding right in front of his very eyes. He copied the other man's actions, but this time, he wasn't afraid to pull out his gun from his jacket, showing it off for a moment before you quickly slapping his palm back so the weapon could be hidden before anyone would notice it. "What, Y/N? They're friggin' annoying."

"So are you, like ninety percent of the time I'm with you and Sam. But you don't see me trying to shoot either one of you." You hissed at him, making the man shove the gun back to where it came from. Dean gave you a glare from forcing him to take the high road. You looked back over at the other men, deciding to try and play peace maker between teams. "Look, guys, we all want to find the bones, right? We just thought it would go faster if we all work together."

Both of the men glanced over at one another and silently tried to figure out what they should do. It took a moment before the one playing Sam looked over at you and nodded his head, agreeing with your plan. "We, uh, we get the Sizzler gift card." He said, wanting to make that clear.

"Fine." Dean grumbled underneath his breath, already he was detesting your plan.

The one playing the oldest Winchester added one more negotiation, "We get to play Sam and Dean."

“Fine with me.” You said, jumping into the conversation again. "As long as I can play Y/N.”

"Is that who you're supposed to be?" The man playing Dean asked. You looked over at him with a confused expression, but you nodded your head, all before asking him what he meant by that. "I mean, you're not really dressed like her. And you're giving me more...Meg vibes. From the way you're dressed to how you've been acting. I mean, this really isn't gonna logically play out. She's a demon trying to kill us. I don't think she would help us—"

"Trust me, I know what that black-eyed bitch is capable of! I've—" You snapped at the men by accident, suddenly finding the thought of being recognized as Meg, the mega bitch who was still roaming around the world, made your skin crawl in annoyance. You find yourself having the same reaction as Dean, but before you could spill any truth, you calmed yourself down by clearing your throat. "I've read the books cover to cover. I just...really don’t like her. I'm playing Y/N. That's final."

"Okay." The one playing Sam said. "If you say so."

You scoffed at what he said and crossed your arms over your chest, watching as the two men began heading for the doorway. Dean followed behind a second later and headed for the Impala to get a few supplies, Sam walked over to you and peered down at you. Looking up, you gave him a glare from what he said next. "I mean, I can kinda see it." He said, his lips stretching into a certain way whenever he was trying to be funny. You narrowed your eyes on him and muttered how much you hated him right now. "Let's go, Shrimp. Before people get the wrong idea."

"I hate you. I really do." You muttered to him. "Sleep with one eye open, Sasquatch."

Sam laughed off your threat as he began walking to the entrance of the hotel, where his brother was waiting ever so impatiently for the two of you. Rolling your eyes, you followed behind, managing to catch up with everyone else. The brothers packed up the supplies you would need for a salt and burn before catching up with the other two men that were playing them. You walked in the middle between both groups, wanting nothing more than for this entire night to be over with. But if you were having a rough night, Dean was slowly losing his nerve, and it wasn't helping when he was forced to agree to play a whole other role beside himself. You looked over your shoulder to the other man when he was trailing behind with a duffel bag full of salt and loaded shotguns, trying his hardest not to use of the weapons on him.

"Hey, Rufus, Bobby," The fake Dean called out, "Would you hurry it up?"

Dean wanted to lash out at the man, but he composed himself long enough to let the situation roll off his back. The men in front of you continued on with the game they were playing. "So, where were we?" The one playing Sam asked as he walked through the dark hotel grounds.

"Uh, Dr. Ellicott had just zapped your brain." His friend said, setting the scene.

And here you thought things between the two men couldn't have gotten any weirder, you realized they were acting out scenes from the book. You rolled your eyes and looked up at the night sky for a second to calm yourself down the cringing feeling that was starting to settle in the atmosphere. You were trying so hard to be understanding, but they were making it harder with each passing second. "Why are we even here, Dean?" The one playing Sam asked his friend. "Do you just follow in Dad's footsteps like a good, little soldier? Are you that desperate for approval?"

"This isn't you talking, Sam." The fake Dean said.

"See, that's the difference between you and me. I got a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic." The one playing Sam said. You found yourself thinking the last line he said was slowly starting to come true. But you kept your opinion to yourself.

"So, what are you gonna do, Sam?" The fake Dean questioned him. "You gonna kill me?"

"Man, I am so sick of you telling me what to do!"

"Oh, you know what? That—That's it. That is it." Dean officially hit his breaking point, having enough with the flashbacks that were starting to come back. And seeing these two chuckleheads acting it out was the cherry on top of a disastrous night. The man pretending to be him asked him what was wrong, Dean rolled his eyes when he was addressed as Bobby Singer. The man he was supposed to be playing in this bogus game. "I'm not Bobby, okay? You're not Sam. You're not Dean! What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?"

"Because we're fans, like you." The fake Sam said.

"No. I am not a fan, okay? Not fans." Dean said, wanting to make the point crystal clear. "In fact, I think the 'Dean, Sam and Y/N' storyline sucks! It is not fun. It's not entertaining. It's a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nuthouse! So, you listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. I mean, do you think that they enjoy being treated like—like circus freaks?"

"Uh, I don't think they care," The man playing Dean said. "Because they're fictional characters."

"Oh, they care. Believe me." Dean hissed at the two men. "They care a lot."

And with that said, Dean pushed himself between the two men and began walking off again, needing to get the anger out before he mentioned something he would regret. You slowly looked over at the men, who were staring at you and Sam with the most complexed expression, wondering what the hell had just unfolded. "He, uh..." You tried your hardest to explain Dean's outburst, but you were falling short of a reasonable one. "He takes the story really seriously." You gave both of the men a smile before you were walking past them, trying to figure out your way to the cemetery, wanting nothing more than for this hunt to be over with.

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bangtan-spells · 7 years

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Yoongi Scenario: In A Heartbeat.

Request: I have one idea ! Since a long time, it's like a dream. You met Yoongi in Korea, had was in love with him. Bcos you don't want to be an obligation and disturb his life, you leave him. 3 yrs later, you come back with a little boy who look like Yoongi.

Genre: Family / Drama.

Yoongi never thought seeing you after three years could provoke so many emotions in him, but when he saw you sitting in his study he confirmed himself wrong.

Nobody told him he had visit when he entered the company that afternoon, the guys were in their personal or individual activities so Yoongi decided to spend his time in work, but when he opened the door of the studio he discovered it wasn’t lone like it should had been. You stood up when you saw him and both of you just started at each other for a good while before you could properly react. You with a bow and a soft smile, him with a frown and a bunch of words stuck in his throat.

-What the hell?- were the first ones he could articulate. -Y/N-

You nodded the confirmation Yoongi didn’t need, of course he knew it was you, what he couldn’t understand and the reason why he probably had a confused expression on his face was what were you doing in there, Yoongi hadn’t seen in you in three years, you had gone out of his life without saying goodbye so now he couldn’t understand why you had sneaked into his studio. All the feelings he had for you started to resurface, all the accumulated thoughts over the past three years making him blind with anger and confusion.

-How you got here?- he asked before anything else although that wasn’t the question he wanted to ask.

-A friend let me in- you answered. -It was Hoseok- you gave in with a sigh when he glared. -He did it for a good reason though, and I had to talk to him into it, so this is all me-

Yoongi did a mental note to smack Hoseok or something. -Why? What are you doing here?- he asked now, you were here to see him obviously but why, three years ago you had disappeared in thin air not caring about anything, as far as he knew you had left Seoul, or the country, since he couldn’t find you and god knew he tried to.

-You must hate me, I forgot about that- you said with another sigh, it sounded sad and it made Yoongi bite his tongue to not say anything. -But I want you to know that three years ago I left this country for a reason-

-You didn’t leave this country- Yoongi said despite himself. -You left me-

You opened and closed your mouth but then shook your head. -I did, not because I wanted to believe me, I just had to do it-

He snorted. -What? You are going to say someone payed you to go like some kind of cheap drama?- he shook his head, he was getting too angry and you took a step closer. Yoongi couldn’t refrain himself from staring, you were still beautiful, you had always had the ability to catch his eyes not letting him look at nothing else, you could still do that and he found himself inspecting everything, your hair falling behind your shoulders, your body, your eyes. He was angry at you for leaving and he was angry at himself for still feeling his chest thunder over the sight of you. Yoongi felt like an idiot for feeling like he did, after three years it should have been more than over, but you appeared out of nowhere and he was already a mess of emotions.

-No, I’m not saying that and don’t be sarcastic with me please, you know I hate it…- you shook your head. -I didn’t come here to fight Yoongi, I came here because I… because I needed to see you and because you need to meet someone-

If Yoongi was confused before he was more when you said that, the first thing he thought was that you were going to get married, which throw him off more than he would have allowed himself.

-Meet who?-

-I’ll tell you later, first I’d like to invite you dinner, what do you say?-

-I’m busy- it was a lie, but you wouldn’t know, and Yoongi was afraid of what might happen if he went with you.

-You have the rest of the day free, I heard from a friend- Damn Hoseok.

You honestly didn’t know if Yoongi was going to accept your invitation or not, considering how everything had been between you and how you had left him you were afraid of rejection, but he had nodded and obliged to you, and now you were on your way to a restaurant. Yoongi was driving as you still didn’t have a car, but you were telling him all the directions, you hadn’t forgotten Seoul and all its life, neither had you forgotten a restaurant Yoongi and you used to frequent because he liked it a lot.

-You still fancy Mingles?- you asked when you were getting near the zone.

Yoongi snorted with realization. -I should have known-

You smiled as he showed a tiny one too. You knew he was probably still angry at you and you couldn’t blame him, after tonight he’d hate you for sure, so you indulged in this little triumph while you could.

You sat as always at the most private point of the restaurant, before you had liked how you could come here and eat in peace without worrying about unwanted attention, the waiter came and you ordered, although this time you weren’t really paying much attention to the creative dishes of the restaurant, neither of you seemed to pay much attention to it today. You were keeping alive the small talk and you were surprised that Yoongi was doing so as well, asking about you as you asked about him.

-I arrived two weeks ago- you said taking a sip of water. -I wanted to meet you sooner, but the moving took some time and I had to take care of too many things-

-It’s fine-

Yoongi spoke a bit about his hectic life, most of it you knew since you had been keeping track of him and everything he did, but hearing it from his perspective was refreshing and it made you smile at all he had achieved, you knew Yoongi was going to be a successful artist, now as the rapper of one of korea’s top music groups you felt that perhaps what you had done wasn’t so terrible, in a way you had been right about leaving.

After you ate you knew you had to tell him what you had come here for, you knew this couldn’t be postponed, so even if you were afraid of his reaction you started speaking.

-I… I, there’s not a day since I left without me thinking about how much you’d be hating me-

Yoongi clicked his tongue which made you more nervous but he only shook his head, he was angry, but somehow that little gesture let you know that despite everything, maybe even despite himself, hate wasn’t what he felt for you. -It sounds dramatic but I really couldn’t stop thinking-

-If you were so worried sick then why leave? shit, not even a call Y/N-

-I know- he was right, you wouldn’t be even talking to him if he would have been the one leaving, so you couldn’t blame him for being angry, but you wanted him to listen. -Remember the exact moment before I left?- you asked making him think. -Bangtan was hitting the popularity roof, you had just dropped your second mix tape, I couldn’t be the cause of the ruin of all that hard work-

-What are you talking about?- he drawled trying to keep his voice even and low. -You left because you wanted to, not because of me, I told you our relationship wasn’t a problem, how many times I told you I was serious? It wasn’t my career-

-Yes it was- you said after swallowing a sob. -I left because then it would have changed everything, your career, your dreams, everything you had worked so hard for-

-Y/N stop it there, I don’t get what…-

-I was pregnant- you cut him, Yoongi just went silent and stared at you, seeing in your eyes that you weren’t lying. -I panicked, I… I thought about you and I… - you let a tear fall but took more water to ease down the feeling of sobbing in your throat. -I did something terrible, but I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry-

-Y/N- he said. -Y/N, you’ve got to be… how?- he looked around and then leaned more to the table. -If that was true wouldn’t you at least inform me? a call Y/N? I don’t know, letting me know that you…-

You tried to calm yourself. -I did a lot of things wrong, but I’m here now Yoongi, and I… my son, he knows that he has a father, and I knew this moment would come I just… I was a coward to comeback sooner I guess, but he wants to meet you-

-He, a son- he muttered and then shook his head. -This is too crazy, why would you…? and then…- Yoongi couldn’t speak right due to the shock and all the thoughts, counting the months, thinking if it was possible, you wouldn’t lie about this. -What did you tell him? You let that boy, my son- he said the word sounding odd in his tongue. -think that he has no father? and then you come here like…- he shook his head again. -You have some nerve Y/N-

-I did what I had to do- you said straightening your back. -He knows he has a father, he’s three, he recently has come to acknowledge that more properly, and…- you breathed deeply, it was enough for tonight, Yoongi was overwhelmed and your head was throbbing.

-Where is he?-

-Here in Seoul, I left him with a friend while I came here, but I have to get back to him, we should ask for the bill-

Yoongi nodded and ordered it.

You told him you were going on your own, he looked like he wanted to oppose but ended up just nodding, he was totally immersed in his thoughts so it was best for him to head home.

-If you want to meet him, call me- you said handing him a card with your contact information. -But only if you really want to Yoongi, you are his father, but I’ll protect my son of rejection if I have to, think it well-

You didn’t hear from him in three days, almost, as at the ending of the third Yoongi called you to arrange a meeting.

Since it was the first time your son would be meeting Yoongi you decided to do it in the apartment so he felt safe, it was also private as to no generate an unnecessary scandal, if not everything would blow out and then you leaving would have meant nothing.

The apartment was still a bit messy because of the moving and all the toys, but you managed to make it presentable, you were also nervous, because of your son and also because Yoongi was, after all, the man of your life, you felt for him as you had done before, perhaps more maturely, but you knew you loved him.

You opened the door for him, Yoongi was dressed casual but still put together with black jeans and a not so dressy button up.

-I’m happy you are here- you said when you saw him.

Yoongi nodded, not knowing exactly what to do, he was too nervous, he was meeting you after all this time, and he was meeting his son, the idea still felt so strange, he hadn’t imagined seeing his son for the first time would be like this, but the truth was that no matter the circumstances it didn’t make it less wonderful or nerve-wracking.

-Yoonjae, come sweetheart-

Yoongi eyes followed the little figure approaching, a little boy walking towards him, all chubby cheeks, small soft eyes and roundish nose, it was like watching his three years old self. It was his son, he hadn’t doubted you before but know the fact of him being a father was undeniable, the little boy was a carbon copy of him.

-Do you know who he is Yoon?-

He looked at you for a moment and then his eyes focused on Yoongi for a few more seconds. -It’s dad- he answered, recognizing Yoongi without hesitation.

Yoongi’s heart jumped at the sound of his voice, awake and sure, it awoke in him an avalanche of new feelings, a tenderness he didn’t know he was capable of feeling, just with the sound of this little boy’s voice.

-Hello Yoonjae, I’m happy to meet you- he said trying to evoke his son’s confidence but failing, he was way more nervous than the little boy.

But then he smiled, a toothy smile that made you giggle and made Yoongi smile until he felt like crying. -I happy too, mommy said you work-

Yoongi looked up at you who bit your lip, just as him not having the confidence of the toddler, you were a bit anxious of what Yoongi would think that you had been telling Yoonjae little stories about his dad, then he looked back at Yoonjae.

-I was, but now you are here, so I came-

-Hundry?- the little voice said getting closer.

-Yoon, first I thought you wanted to talk to your dad- you reprimanded him when your son was enticing Yoongi to follow him to the kitchen where you had some chicken and kimchi for dinner.

-Dad hundry too mommy-

-Hungry- you corrected. -Go wash your hands first- the little boy nodded and sprinted to the bathroom. -Carefully Yoon!- you shouted for him to hear.

Yoongi chuckled. -I… he’s… - his smile before amused turned into something else, something you could only identify as the endearment of watching your son for the first time, you had had that same look for more than a month after you gave birth. -He’s amazing Y/N-

-Yeah, he… He’s started to ask about his father as soon as he could understand the concept a bit, you know? I… I couldn’t not talk about you-

-Well I am his father- Yoongi reaffirmed making you smile.

-Thank you for being here, this means a lot to me and to Yoon-

You nodded a bit stiffly, Yoongi wanted to indulge in the sweetness of the moment but the fact that he was still angry at you played tricks to his mind. -You named his Yoonjae, with my name-

-Does that surprise you?-

You bit your lip and looked back to see if your son was around, knowing him like you did you knew he must be distracted with he hand soap. -When I had him, back at home it was both the happiest and the saddest moment of my life, luckily my family was there, but there was something missing… - you sighed feeling Yoongi’s intense stare on you, you had always been quite blunt, but maybe you were being too much at the moment, even if these were stories Yoongi deserved to know, it was hard since you knew that you hadn’t allowed him to be present at his son’s birth. - I fell in love with my baby as soon as I saw him, and I named him Yoonjae-

-Are you saying that you were sad because….-

-Mommy- Yoonjae chirped in. -Washed hands!-

-Great sweetheart- you sighed looking at Yoongi for a second tot hen turn to your son. -Now let’s go to the table-

The table was loud while you ate, on one hand you helping and educating Yoonjae in the table manners and in the other the two boys of the table were talking nonstop. Yoonjae you knew was a talker, even for a three year old, he had a fast tongue. But Yoongi was a different deal, even still he had engaged in a deep conversation with Yoonjae about his favorite cartoons.

-What about kumamon? Do you like it?- Yoongi asked and the little boy’s eyes lit up.

You sighed. -The whole room is full of kumamon, don’t get him started-

Yoongi clapped and laughed, then high fiving with Yoon who got way too excited when Yoongi told he was too a kumamon fan.

After dinning you sat in the living room for another while, you had told Yoongi the visit couldn’t be that long so not to overwhelm Yoonjae, you were glad how things had turned out, but you also wanted to be cautious about your son’s emotions. Yoonjae fell asleep in the couch, Yoongi watched you as you carried him expertly and took him to his room where you tucked him in his bed, Yoongi saw that indeed, the room was full of kumamon.

-Thank you for coming today Yoongi, I know that this must be hard for you, I mean I came out of nowhere to tell you these news, I understand-

Yoongi saw the child in the bed and then at you. -I’m still angry, and hell we have too much to talk about Y/N, but… but I don’t find this hard to accept- he admitted because that’s what he felt, despite him still being upset that you had left him Yoongi saw you and that little boy who was a replica of him and thought it was right, that having both of you here was how it should be.

-Yoon is all excited because he finally met you, toddlers are hard but he’ll love you, I think he already does, so… don’t hurt him, he’s a really sweet boy, I just wonder what the press will cause when this blows out, have you thought about that?-

Yoongi nodded. -I have and I won’t hurt him Y/N- Yoongi assured. -I’ll be his father, I need to learn a little, a lot, but I’ll do everything I can, but please Y/N- You widened your eyes and payed him more attention. -Don’t ever run away from me, don’t take him away, because I will go after both of you wherever you go, you… you two are my family now, I can’t- I can’t lose you-

You took his hand feeling a rush of boldness and bravery, or it was just the utter feeling of happiness of having your son and the man you loved by your side. -I will stay right here, we are family, the three of us-

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Yoongi Scenario: Heartstrings - Part 2.

Request: Hello! I want to request a Yoongi angst scenario in which you are a couple, but you feel neglected because he’s always working so you have a really big fight? You want to be together but Yoongi thinks he’s not enough. Thank you <3

Genre: Romance / Drama.

Part 1

It had a been two months since that time at the dorm, and even if Yoongi refused to talk about it all the boys knew, all of them were worried and all of them were well aware that their friend was having a hard time.

Yours had been a relationship that had done good things for Yoongi, he had become healthier and in more ways that could be explained, happier. The people around him, specially his six friends who lived with him could tell how not having you in his life was making him change into something else entirely.

The usual skinny Yoongi was now close to the bone, he was working his hardest, so much it was sometimes painful to see, they went touring for a month in which everyone was so stressed the boys didn’t actually have the time to inquire about how he was coping with the breakup, and yes, everyone had the initial thought that said breakup wouldn’t last, that it was just another fight and you were going to get back together and things will be normal again. But as another month went by they realized they were wrong.

Yoongi scowled and glared when the subject what brought upon even if it was just superficially, but as they continued to witness how their friend continued to consume himself in body and mind more and more they knew they had to do something.

At first they all agreed it was Jimin who had to go and try to make Yoongi if not talk, be a bit more open about what was happening to him, at least so he could know he wasn’t alone. So Jimin went to Yoongi’s room when Jin wasn’t around, the younger boy sat beside him and tried in his own way to tell Yoongi he counted with them and they were worried, but Jimin’s soft words received a death glare and silence, when he tried to insist Yoongi bit his head off saying he was perfectly fine and didn’t need anything, that if they had so much free time to worry about him they might as well put themselves to work and then threw him out of his room.

It had been something harsh and rude even for Yoongi, the six of them tried not to get angry at him and just understand but it was hard when Yoongi was behaving like an asshole all the time. It was like he didn’t care anything aside from work anymore, not even about them.

So Namjoon, assuming his role as the leader decided he was the one who had to talk to Yoongi, if this went on it would compromise their teamwork and thus the group, it would ruin their friendship and then what? Yoongi was left to be alone, but maybe that what he unconsciously wanted, what he was looking for.

Namjoon found him in his studio in Big Hit, he knew he had a pretty good chance to make Yoongi talk since they would usually have heartfelt talks about life and whatnot, but lately Yoongi just closed up more, telling them he wouldn’t be talking about you and they should all mind their own business.

-Hyung- he greeted and he received a nod as an answer. Yoongi was turned to him, totally immersed in his computer without paying much attention to Namjoon who sat beside him. -Hyung- he called this time strongly making the older look at him.

-What? I’m busy Namjoon-

-This cannot wait, so please, could you stop for a second?-

Yoongi took one more minute clicking things before he turned entirely to Namjoon. -Make it quick, I’m busy-

Namjoon frowned. -Look Yoongi, I’ll be going straight to the point because I think that considering where we am right now that’s what we need- Yoongi arched a brow and Namjoon sighed, his friend could truly be an asshole. -I think you need to talk-

-Talk to who?- he asked sighing.

-To me, to Jin hyung, to your hyung, to the other boys, to…- Namjoon was going to say your name but refrained of doing so. -To anyone, just talk, you are closing up to us and you are wasting yourself because of it, the fans had noticed, the mangers too, and I’m doing what I can, but that won’t matter if you don’t come to us for help-

-And in what do you think I need help exactly?-

Namjoon put his lips to a tight line and stared at Yoongi who glared defiantly. -Help to deal with Y/N, what you did… we don’t know what happened between you, but the way you are dealing with it is wrong, you know it is-

-That’s the shit, I’m not dealing with anything, I’m just moving on-

-Yoongi hyung, I know that you are grieving because you lost…-

-I didn’t lose anything- Yoongi snapped. -You all talk like Y/N is dead or something, she isn’t dead, I ended up things with her because that was the best thing to do, period-

Namjoon realized he wouldn’t be getting much from Yoongi for the day so it was best to step back for now. -The best for who? Just think about it, if you are like this who did things for the good think how is Y/N doing, or what she’d think when she see’s you on tv the way you are right now- Namjoon shook his head an stopped himself from continuing everything that Yoongi needed to take into consideration. -Just think hyung, and remember we are all on your side-

Namjoon left after that, Yoongi inhaled deeply and turned to his computer to realize he couldn’t focus. Yoongi was aware that Namjoon wanted his wellbeing, and he was aware that he was behaving like a piece of shit, but to be fair he felt as such. He had break up with you so you could find happiness with someone else or somewhere else, so you wouldn’t be tied to him, but Yoongi had forgotten about himself, as it had been proving hard if not impossible for him to be happy or at least content with the way things had ended, with how he had ended them.

As he spent the rest of his day trying to just do work Yoongi couldn’t erase his conversation with Namjoon, he was thinking about it, in all his self loathing he hadn’t stopped to think how you were copping, he had guessed that knowing you you’d be hating him and moving on with your life, he hadn’t stopped to think that maybe you were like him, that being apart could be taking the same toll that it had for him.

Yoongi couldn’t have that. What he did wasn’t right, the way he was treating himself, his friends, his own body, it wasn’t right, he just did it because it was his way to get away from everything, but thinking about you not eating, overworking and just being alone made him want to run to you and fix everything. If he so strongly opposed of you doing those things then why he couldn’t stop doing them on himself?

-I make no fucking sense- he mumbled staring at his phone, your phone number that he hadn’t had the balls to delate. Your picture smiling, he imagined you like that, but what if that wasn’t the case?

As much as you wanted to just lay in bed and grieve about your breakup, how hurt you were and how painful his words had been, you couldn’t. For bad or good you had a life to get back to, you had work and you had to go on or else you’d end up stuck in overthinking if this was something you were really at fault of or if Yoongi had just lost it, you needed to go on, you were going to, or at least that was what you told yourself every time a “what if” slipped in your thoughts.

To go on you thought you had to get rid of all the stuff that belonged to him that were in your place, so a few days ago in the midst of a anger attack, because seeing all his things had itched your wound and made you angry at him all over again, you had thrown all that was his in shoe boxes which was what you had in hand.

So you were now staring at five boxes full of Yoongi, memories and moments you didn’t want to forget, you wouldn’t have to be forgetting if Yoongi had acted rational. Huffing you went through it with your eyes, shirts and hoodies, caps, slippers and even a pair of shoes, his tooth brush, scrambled lyrics in sheets of paper, putting those in boxes that you had to throw out hurt you more than you had imagined. You also saw Claws, the huge ass stuffed cat that Yoongi had given you one time.

Not being able to move the boxes out of your house you plopped down on your bed, the stuffed animal bouncing with you, you turned and hugged it as you felt the cry coming to you. You just couldn’t stop it, not talking to him, not being with him made you miserable. You always spent a lot of time by yourself but now it felt different, now Yoongi’s absence was of another kind and you couldn’t stand it.

You had calmed down a little when you felt your phone vibrating, surely it was one of the whatsapp groups, you weren’t expecting to see a text from Yoongi.

Hello

It was just one word, but it had your heart beating madly, he had talked to you, he had actually reached out for you. You sat up and stared at the screen not knowing what to do next. A part of you wanted to answer him asap, not waste time and end with all this sadness. Another part felt angry, after what he said he thought he could just text you “hello” like nothing had happened.

You answered with a hello, and glared at the screen of the phone waiting for the answer.

How are you?

Now he was interested?

Fine

You answered, not helping yourself five seconds later when an “and you?” was sent. You died to know how he was too.

Yoongi wondered if that fine of yours was true or it was you being angry, he stared at your question, what could he say? If he told the truth then it was a no, he felt like shit, and at the pace he was going he knew he was driving himself insane, if he could only push everything aside and come to you. It didn’t matter if it had been almost three months, that was nothing compered on how he felt about you, on how Yoongi knew you had loved each other, those feelings had to still be in you, maybe damped by your anger, but even so still there. Yoongi stared at your picture, he died to touch your skin, to touch that face and hold your hand.

are you eating good?

He asked instead of answering, right now he just wanted to know that you were doing good, that you were eating and being safe.

I am, how about you? Answer me

You insisted, and Yoongi did what he had to do.

Everything’s great

He lied.

For you the little conversation didn’t make any sense, you suspected Yoongi was lying, he wanted to check on you but he was definitely hiding something. Or he just felt that telling you anything else wasn’t worth it.

Either way you let it pass, the days went by and even if the conversation revolved your mind you didn’t act upon it, you didn’t call out Yoongi for his odd behavior although you saw with your own eyes almost a week later that he had been lying.

Until that point you had been avoiding watching anything BTS related so not to see him, but as you watched one of their performances live on TV you had to stop yourself from calling him. He was so thin, so pale, he had bags under his eyes and although handsome he didn’t look healthy at all.

-Stupid, fucking liar- you spat watching him, now angrier at him for doing this to himself. You didn’t know what had happened to Yoongi since that day at the dorm, but it seemed like since that day he had lost his mind. First breaking up saying things not even him believed, and then harming himself like that. You died to talk to him into his senses, but your pride was in the way, after all the things he had said it had to be him coming back to you. But Yoongi was so stubborn you doubted that would happen any time soon.

Time flew, you were working hard to meet all you monthly payments and still have some money to spend on yourself, Yoongi was also working hard as ever, focused on making the group more successful and popular. Both of you were focused on your personal lives in the four months that came after your little conversation, but neither of you stopped keeping track on the other.

For you, you did it through tv and photos, you had seen him plumper than some months ago, he was still skinny but now he didn’t look like vanishing.

For Yoongi keeping tabs on you was harder than that, and thus he had to make use of all his cleverness to know about you without you noticing.

-Hyung, I’m sorry to tell you but you are insane-

Yoongi ignored Hoseok and kept scrolling down on your instagram for your latest updates, instagram, then twitter and of course he had to constantly check on your what’s app profile.

After he was done he asked for Hoseok’s phone who complied with he request, Hoseok actually felt a little bad for Yoongi, although his friend was a lot better than a few months ago, he ate like a normal person and had gone back to be his normal grumpy slash nonchalant self leaving behind his asshole days, he was still kind of crazy about not being with you.

-You are the definition of a stalker- Hoseok said as he saw his friend checking out your snaps. Yoongi did it through Hoseok’s phone so you wouldn’t know it was him watching them.

-Shut up, I’m just making sure she’s…-

-That she’s fine- Hoseok completed making Yoongi glare at him. -Hyung, isn’t it better if you just go and talk to her?-

Yoongi had thought about that, he really missed you, he was better and healthier than before, but he missed you just the same.

-To say what?- he grumbled. -She must hate my guts, you don’t know what I…- he shook his head, what he had told you that day still haunted him, he had mocked you, he had disrespected you and your relationship saying all those things, so how he could come back?

-Y/N might be waiting for you, that’s all I’m saying, she might be waiting that you go to her instead of just stalking her… you can look at it this way if you don’t feel like just going to her to tell that you did wrong, if you care so much that she’s ok then why not checking it with your own eyes?-

Yoongi moved his fingers anxiously as he went up the elevator of your house, if you kept somewhat the same schedule as before then you should be home or arriving any time soon. This was just to check with his own eyes that you were doing fine and that was it. In and out, if you let him pass the threshold of course.

When you saw Yoongi standing at your door you let him in way too quickly, a part of you reprimanded yourself of not asking questions and get defensive, but when you saw him you had been so surprised your instant reaction had been to let him come inside. So you were once again by your little kitchen, the place where that hideous fight had started, you had been alone at that time and you were now for completely different reasons, you sat in the same place, you were looking at each other not knowing what to say, although this time in front you you had your favorite bonbon trail instead of nuggets.

-So you come baring gifts- you said eyeing the sweets.

Yoongi nodded. -I figured I might need them to get in-

Funny, how you hadn’t noticed it to just now. -So, how are you? What brings you here?-

-I…- he sighed, hating how he was a terrible actor. -I just wanted to see you- he said the truth, because at the moment having you in front of him he couldn’t deny it, his heart ran races just staring at you like this.

-Oh- you said deviating your eyes from him. -Why is that? I mean, with how busy you had been, coming here just to see me…-

The comment hurt him, in the past he thought he was doing his best, but he had realized that he hadn’t, Yoongi hadn’t had bad intentions or the will to neglect you, he just hadn’t realized how alone you must had felt, how much sacrifice you made, so without seeing how you fought for him he had put his work first, and then what? His career did bring him happiness, he was content as he was right now, but that wasn’t everything he wanted in life.

-I wanted to see you Y/N, so I found a way I… I told myself I was just coming here to see how you were doing but it isn’t like that-

You bit your lip, not knowing how to feel, if you should put your walls up and protect yourself or if you had to give yourself into whatever was about to happen.

-How it is then?- you muttered, your voice coming out soft and a bit breathy.

-I came here because I wanted to see you- he repeated. -Because I want to see you everyday, I want to know about you everyday, I want be with you, as much as I can-

Your breath got caught in your throat after that. -What about all those things you said?-

He stared at you with remorse. -I was an asshole Y/N, I’m sorry, but just saying sorry won’t erase what I did that day, I lied and disrespected you, I pushed you away because I couldn’t stand not able to do anything-

You shook your head, you knew his words had been lies, but hearing him saying it made you feel relief. You put a strand of hair behind your ear licking your lips -So what changed?-

He moved his chair until it was close enough to you so he would be able to touch you if he moved even a little. -I realized I can do things, I can put what matters most to me first, I… Y/N, I don’t want to spend another day wondering if you are ok, if you… if you moved on, if you… - he licked his lips and his gaze left you dazzeled, such determination, you hand’t seen that look on him before. Yoongi looked more mature, a man in control that was showing you his vulnerability to you for one sole reason. -I love you Y/N, I want to be able to tell you that, every single day-

You breathed deeply, you could ask him time to think about this, you knew Yoongi would wait, you could pretend you didn’t know what to say, but you didn’t want to do that.

Moving your hands you put one on his and the other caressed his cheek. Yoongi trembled when he felt your touch and you had goosebumps when he turned more to you making your legs touch, your bodies were slowly getting together, at this point you wouldn’t be able to stay apart from each other.

-Then do it, tell me every day, see me every day, love me every day, I’m here Yoongi- you whispered, he let out a breathy gasp and then your lips were dancing together, at last reunited, you welcomed his touch, and smiled a little when you tried to pull apart for a moment and he wouldn’t let you.

-It’s just… I’m more comfortable here- you said as you sat in his lap. Yoongi smiled widely and hugged you tight.

-Let’s stay like this-

You pecked him, once and twice before it transformed into another fiery kiss. -Then let’s do that-

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