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wishonastar7 · 3 years

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Timely Fate5

Starting the Paid Service(4)

I could hear laughter escape Dokja's lips but I ignored him in favor of opening the pdf that had been sent to me by the author. The file extension was txt.

[You have obtained an exclusive attribute]

[The exclusive skill slot has been activated]

[You have obtained an exclusive attribute]

[The exclusive skill slot has been activated]

My eyes widened in surprise. I knew that Dokja had gained an exclusive attribute while checking out the novel but I didn't think I would as well, and to think that I would gain two.

'Attribute Window.' I silently thought, a bit surprised when a screen that read [You cannot activate the Attribute Window] appeared. Thinking 'Attribute Weapon' once more, I was disappointed to be met with the same screen.

How the hell am I supposed to know my skills and attributes now? I closed my eyes, rubbing my forehead before hearing a small ding in my mind. I looked up and saw a small blue screen at the corner of my right side.

Curiously, I pressed on it. Immediately it opened up to show a screen that said [Companions].

The first one on the list was Dokja, then Yoo Sangah, Lee Gilyoung, Lee Hyunsung, and lastly Yoo Jonghyuk. Their names were gray though and besides their names were two boxes. The bigger one said [Info/Status] while the smaller one said [Request],

I quickly set Gilyoung down only to have him latch onto my fingers.

'Curious.' I clicked on the [Request] besides Dokja's name and saw Dokja's eyebrows raise. He gave me a quick look before the grey box on his name turned a bright blue with the words [Request] being replaced with [Accepted]. The [Info/Status] was 'on' now too and there were also three new circles stacked on top of each other on the far end of the box. One was a picture of a mic, the middle one a messaging symbol, and the last two hands stretched towards each other.

My eyebrows raised. A trading option. Oh, I could get lucky with this.

I tapped the messaging icon, only to find no keyboard. 'Hey Dokja' I thought, not surprised to see the words appear on the 'text' box. An arrow showing [Send] appeared beside it and I pressed on it.

It took a while before he responded. {Ha-Neul, is this one of your attributes?}

{Yeah} I responded. {I got two but I can't open my attribute window so I can't see what the other one is called.}

{I see. You shouldn't go around telling people about your attributes though.}

{I know. But I trust you and I was wondering if you may have had the same problem as I did.}

{..I did.} He sent a frowny face. I looked over to see him frowning, {This attribute is pretty cool. Look's like it'll be useful.}

Almost simultaneously we went 'offline' and looked down at our phones, I started looking through the novel. Wondering how we would get through this. Even though I knew how it would end, I'm here to fuck things up and not have Dokja die so many times.

[Your reading skill has increased due to the effect of the exclusive attribute] I was surprised for a second, but suddenly I had finished reading ten chapters in less than thirty seconds.

Suddenly, I caught a line.

[He saw people gathered at the back door of the 3707 compartment. The wheel of the tightly held lighter was cold. In this life, he absolutely couldn't make any mistakes. He would use any means possible. He took in the expression of fear in everyone's faces. He felt no guilt. Everything was fleeting. He looked down at the people with merciless eyes. After a while, his fingertips moved and fire rose. Then it all started.}

Fuck.

Without checking, I already knew what carriage we were on. [3807]. No matter how friendly Yoo Jonghyuk and I had been before his current regression, I wasn't in any others. He would suspect both me and Dokja. This carriage was doomed for death.

[He looked through the blurred window at the 3807 compartment. It was already too late. It was inevitable. Anyway, only two people survived in that compartment.]

Double fuck.

Quickly, I pulled up the [Companions] window and sent a request to everyone on the list. Unsurprisingly, Gilyoung accepted first. He looked up at me and I ruffled his hair.

Yoo Sangah accepted a few seconds later, followed by Lee Hyunsung but Yoo Jonghyuk's stayed on a purple [Request Sent].

Not that I expected anything. I could teach the others how to use it later, what was more important right now, though, was getting the first kill.

"Dokja-ssi, Ha-Neul-ssi, shouldn't we stop this?" Yoo Sangah suddenly said, looking towards a young man crouching down in front of the elderly woman.

I narrowed my eyes. That motherfucker.

"Shit!" He said, pulling at his collar. "I'm in a bad mood and this old lady keeps whining and groaning! Can't you shut up?" The young man was a high school student who had previously been leaning up against the entrance. I had seen his eyes flicker towards me a couple of times while the Dokkaebi had been speaking but I had chosen to ignore him.

With his thin figure and dyed-white hair, it was obvious who he was before I even had to read the name tag on his uniform. Kim Namwoon.

[Only lee Hyunsung and Kim Namwoon survived in that compartment. It doesn't matter, those are the only ones that I need anyway.] That was what Yoo Jonghyuk had thought in the original novel.

I wonder if he thought the same thing now, perhaps he did.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" The agitated teen grabbed the elderly women's collar, her powerless legs staggering. Kim Namwoon's palm moved through the air.

Slap! Slap!

I couldn't help but feel disappointed even though it was expected that no one would do anything. In normal times, multiple people would have come up to stop him and protect the grandma. Now, no one did a thing.

It didn't take long for the slaps to change into punches.

The old woman begged for help.

Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, it was Han Myungoh (the department head), that spoke up first.

"Y-young man! Treating an elder like this-"

"Hey old man, do you have a death wish?"

"What?"

"You heard me, do you have a death wish? You still don't understand the situation?"

"What bullshit is the brat saying?"

Kim Namwoon pointed toward the ceiling of the subway train. There, a screen showed not just the deaths on the trains and High Schools but also people dying all over the country.

People cried and begged.

Others laughed sadistically or moaned in pain.

"Don't you understand? There's no way the army is coming to rescue us. Someone has to die."

"W-what are you saying...?"

"We have to choose who has to die."

Han Myungho didn't answer. The entire compartment was completely silent. Not a single breath.

I directed my burning gaze from the white-haired teen to the older woman.

Kim Namwoon had been the fastest way to survive in the new world of 'Ways of Survival.'

"A new world requires new laws old man, you heard what it said. Kill someone."

It wasn't because he was especially smart or anything. No. Kim Namwoon was a psychopath who found joy in others' misery.

He turned back to the older woman and started kicking her. "Hahh... It's really hard to kill." He looked back up to the others who had been standing motionlessly. "What, are you gonna just stand there, watching? Do you want to fall behind?"

He also had a way with words.

The others started trembling at his words, looking from one another.

"This-this bastard is right."

"Someone needs to die s-so that the o-others can live!"

A few people inched towards him and joined him in hesitantly kicking the older woman. Slowly their kicks became stronger and stronger and they even started hurling insults towards her.

"Die! Die quickly!"

I looked at the old woman then down to Lee Gilyoung who had been looking up at me for some time now. I pushed down my mask, brushed the hair off of his forehead, and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead.

"I'll be right back little darling."

I placed my bookbag down and took out a sleek black rectangular prism that was five inches tall and two inches in both width and length. It was cool to the touch but more dangerous than the seemingly 'innocent' look it had.

"Take care of this for me, all right?" Gilyoung nodded. With the fanny pack across his chest, the small blue taser in his right hand, and my bag in his left, he watched me walk away and towards the others.

I twirled the rectangular prism around in my right hand. When I was less than five feet away from the group, Kim Namwoon turned around and looked at me with a cocky smirk. My face remained neutral as I pressed a small button at the end of the prism.

In less than five seconds, the rectangular prism contorted into a needle-like shape that was well over three feet long. Its tip was dangerously sharp and its base was just thick enough to wrap my hand around. The sleek black needle wasn't heavy nor light but I felt no strain as I pointed its tip to Kim Namwoon's face.

"Everybody stop. You can't live if you kill the grandma." Kim Namwoon's face froze as he went cross-eyed looking at the tip. The others slowly looked up at me, faces paling as they saw the thorn-like weapon in my hands.

"Ok, say you kill the grandma. Then what next? Sure the grandma's death will buy some time as long as you kill her within the five-minute limit. But then what?"

"Ah..."

"If the dokkaebi told the truth, then you'll each have to kill someone. So, who will you kill after the grandmother? Who's going to be next?"

Horror slowly filled their eyes, as they listened to my word. In fact, they knew it was the truth. They knew my words were right.

Kim Namwoon saw the shaky figures of the others. He slowly backed away from me. Grinning.

"Haha! What are you saying? All we have to do is kill you next! Cowards, don't worry about your turn in advance. The odds are equal."

I let out a chuckle. He would be more believable if he wasn't backing away from me. I waved my free hand, "There's no need to kill anyone."

Immediately everyone looked up at me. "In fact, there's a way to pass this first mission without becoming a murderer."

"What?"

"Then what is it?"

Kim Namwoon scowled as the people slowly became agitated.

"Have you all forgotten?" I walked closer to the grandma and motioned for the others to come towards me. Once all three of them had arrived, I took the bag from Gilyoung and took out the box of crickets. I grabbed one and held it out for the others to see.

"The condition for the scenario isn't 'Kill A Person.'" That was when people noticed the condition properly.

[Kill one or more living things]

Kill one or more living things. Even if I had never read the novels, I thought that at least I would've been able to read the clear condition properly. Killing a 'person' had never been specified.

"I-I-insect!"

"G-give me an insect!"

I slowly applied pressure on the cricket.

"That's right, the insects." I slowly stepped back as the shining eyes of the others became closer and closer with every step they took towards me. The only ones who stayed in their places were Kim Dokja, Yoo Sangah, Lee Gilyoung (who Yoo Sangah had dragged to stand beside her, I was thankful), and Kim Namwoon who was silently fuming.

"Do you want them?" I waved the clear box of crickets in the air, my heart beating heavily and a smile threatening to break out. I was excited.

"P-please give me one!"

"Only one! I only need one!"

I crushed the cricket in my hand.

[You have achieved the 'First Kill' achievement]

[100 coins have been earned as additional compensation]

I threw the box in my hand as far away as I could. It landed on the other side of the compartment, as far away from the grandma and my little group as possible.

"Then go get them."

The crickets jumped out immediately as soon as they were given their freedom. A few even jumped towards us and both Kim Dokja and Yoo Sangah were given a chance to grab a cricket and crush it.

I looked down at Gilyoung. Who had already moved to my side, and noticed him looking at the hand full of insect guts in mild disgust. I chuckled before handing a baby wipe, from my bag to him and the others. I looked up at the mess I had created.

I felt an almost sadistic-like thrill crawl up my spine as I let out an unrestrained grin.

How amusing.

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 4 years

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Jin Scenario| He realizes he’s fallen for you while on tour

“You better text me every day while you’re gone!”

“Ah, y/n quit treating me like you’re my mom! I’ll be fine! This isn’t the first time I have left and it won’t be the last.”

“I know but.. I just worry about you Jin. You fly all the time, you’re traveling all over the world. You’re my best friend how am I not supposed to worry about you?” You’re waiting at the gate with the guys, waiting for their flight to leave. They have begun boarding but Jin had insisted on spending time with you until the last minute. The members already in their seats and ready for take off.

“Umm. Excuse me Mr. Kim? We’re ready to take off now but we just need you in your seat sir.” The flight attendant bows and walks away hurriedly back onto the plane. Jin is still standing with you at the gate entrance. The realization that he has to leave you now is making him feel more sad than normal, his skin feels like it’s itchy and he doesn't want to leave you.

“Have a safe flight. Let me know when you land okay?” You step closer to him and wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly. Jin returns your hug and tightens his grip when you try to pull away. You chuckle and settle into his embrace. “What’s gotten into you, Jin? You’re never this clingy with me.”

“I don’t know. I just feel like I am really going to miss you.”

“And you didn’t miss me the other times? I’m offended.” He pushes you away playfully, laughing as he does.

“Shut up you know I miss you more than anything when I’m gone. It’s weird not having your incessant pestering and nagging.” You smack his shoulder and he laughs at you again, the flight attendant is back, looking rather impatient at the two of you.

“Alright get going, Jin.” You kiss his cheek and he feels his ears turning red, he’s thankful his hair has grown out and covers the tops of them.

“Bye y/n. I love you.”

“I love you too. Bye!” You wave as you are walking backwards away from him. Jin continues to watch you until you are completely out of sight. The moment he steps onto the plane all of the members are staring at him.

“What?”

“Whipped.” Yoongi says with a smirk on his face.

“Show some respect to your elder you brat.”

“Whatever you say whipped hyung.”

“Why I oughta-”

“Mr. Kim please take your seat we are ready to go now.”

“Okay okay! Sorry!” He takes his seat and settles into the chair, pulling out his phone and seeing he already has a message from you.

Please don’t forget to text me when you land. Miss you already. Jin feels butterflies surge in his stomach when he reads the message.

I won’t forget. We’re leaving now so it’ll be a few hours.

He puts his phone down and stares out the window, trying to figure why suddenly his chest hurts when he’s away from you, why your kiss on his cheek sent a shock through his body, why your hug made him feel like butterflies were going to erupt from his stomach. Deep down he know why, but he wasn’t about to admit that to anyone. Especially not to himself. He pushed his feelings for you deep down into the recesses of his heart, never to see the light of day.

Except the longer he’s away from you the harder it is. He texts you every day, just as promised and tries to video call with you at least a few times a week. He gives you updates often, telling you how his shows are going, sometimes he video calls you when he has time off and is out and about in the city just being a tourist, claiming that he wants to feel like you are there with him enjoying the sights too, because he knows how much you love to travel. Not because he misses you to death and wishes you were there with him, of course.

It’s a month into their tour now and Jin feels like he’s going to burst if he has to be away from you for a second longer. He’s becoming more irritable, snapping at the members for stupid little things. He becomes more reclusive, staying in his hotel room while everyone else goes out and has fun. His energy level has been down on stage too. Some of the fans are beginning to notice something is off but he can’t bring himself to put that fake smile on his face. He misses you too much.

He’s laying down in the hotel room now, the rest of the members having gone out for dinner and promising to bring something back for him as they have been recently. He’s staring up at the ceiling when there is a knock on his door. He opens it and finds Taehyung standing out there.

“Uh, Tae? Is everything okay? I thought you went to dinner?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Sure thing.” He steps aside as Taehyung makes himself at home and immediately flops onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a heavy sigh.

“What’s going on with you hyung? You aren’t acting like yourself. Everyone is worried about you.. did something happen between you and y/n?” Jin tenses up when Taehyung mentions your name.

“What makes you think this has anything to do with her?”

“Because I saw how sad you looked when you were hugging y/n goodbye. Something changed between the two of you when you left this time.” Jin is usually thankful for how easy Taehyung is able to read peoples’ emotions, but this time he’s finding himself a little annoyed that he saw right through him so easily.

“I guess.. yeah it does have something to do with her.” Jin lays down on the bed too.

“You want to talk about it?” Jin takes a deep breath as he lets all of the emotions and feelings he has towards you bubble to the surface, unable to keep them away any longer.

“I love her. God I’m such a cliche in love with my best friend. I didn’t realize it until after we left. I miss her, I always miss her but this time it’s way worse than normal because I feel like I missed my chance with her. I should have told her before I left. Now while I am gone what if she finds someone else? I won’t be back for another month that’s plenty of time for her to fall in love with another guy..” Jin let’s all of his worries and fears out in one breath. Taehyung just lays there and listens, like the good friend he always has been. When Jin finally finishes Taehyung opens his mouth to say something but snaps it closed, pulling out his phone instead. “Taehyung now is not the time to be on your phone when I just confessed my crisis of being in love with y/n!”

“Shh wait a minute Jin hyung.”

“Don’t you shush me what are you even doing?!”

“Have you checked y/n’s instagram lately?”

“No??? Why??” Taehyung tosses his phone at him and scrolls through your recent photos. In one you’re pouting at the camera with a caption that reads When your soulmate leaves you. In another post you’re laying down on your bed, clearly sighing in frustration. When your best friend is gone and you don’t know what to do with yourself. The one from this morning is a photo of you, cuddling with the RJ plushie he had given you for your birthday last year. Missing you <3 Guess this plushie will just have to do for now until you get back and I can cuddle you all I want.

Jin nearly drops his phone in shock at the last one.

“Still think y/n is going to forget about you? Because it sounds to me like she misses you just as much as you miss her.”

“She might not be talking about me..”

“She’s holding the RJ plushie you got her for your birthday what the hell do you mean she might not be talking about you?!”

“Okay! Okay you’re right but I won’t be back for another month. I don’t want to confess to her over the phone or text message that’s just stupid.”

“Then think of another way, hyung. You’re smart I’m sure you’ll think of something. But! From now on no more cranky Jin! He doesn’t leave this hotel room you hear me?”

“Sure thing Tae.” Taehyung gets off the bed, walking towards the hotel room door.

“Hey Taehyung?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you..”

Taehyung nods and then walks out of the room and Jin is looking at your posts again when suddenly he has an idea. He grabs a pillow and hugs it close to his chest, snapping a selfie, but deciding it isn’t good enough. He spends the next half hour trying to get the right angle and lighting for the photo. When he finally finds one that he is happy with he posts it to their official twitter account. He leaves the caption vague, hoping you’ll realize it was meant for you. I miss you! I’ll be back before you know it. Please wait for me. The comments flood in from army, saying how sweet Jin is for missing them and that they’ll always be here waiting for him. A few moments later Jin’s phone chimes with a text message from you. He’s too nervous to read it though, afraid of what your reaction will be. Jin presses Taehyung’s contact number in his phone.

“Hyung?”

“Tae! Come back here please.”

“What? Why did something happen?”

“Y/n texted me but I am too nervous to read it. I want you to read it for me and tell me if it’s good or bad?”

“Yah you’re crazy you know that? Just read the damn message!”

“I can’t Taehyung please..” He hears a sigh on the other end of the phone and moment later he’s knocking on his door again. Jin opens the door and practically shoves his phone into Taehyung’s face. He reads the message, and Jin sees a smile slowly spread across his face.

“What? What does it say?!”

“Hmm I don’t know Jin you were soooo nervous are you sure you want to know what y/n said?”

“Is it good or bad?”

“It’s good.” He hands the phone back to him and Jin reads the message.

I’ll always wait for you.

He feels his heart absolutely soar reading your message. He doesn’t respond, just knowing that you understood his message is enough for him.

The next few weeks pass by in a blur. You two continue to talk after that like nothing had changed. Jin still video calls you while he is going around the cities, he still texts you every chance he gets. He’s now on a plane back home, anxiously waiting to land so he can finally confess to you properly face to face. He isn’t expecting you to be there waiting for him when he steps off the plane. You told him you had to work until the evening but promised to go out to dinner together. Seeing you standing there catches Jin off guard.

“Y/n?! What are you doing here I thought you had to work?”

“I wanted to surprise you. You really didn’t think I would schedule myself to work on the day you were coming back did you?” Jin smiles at you and immediately tugs you into his arms for a hug. He doesn’t care that there are paparazzi snapping photos of the two of you. He’s been waiting to have you back in his arms for months now and he isn’t going to wait a moment longer.

“Welcome home, Jin I’m glad you got home safely.”

“Me too.. Can we go somewhere and talk for a bit?”

“Sure. Where?” Jin glances around the airport and quickly realizes it’s not going to be here. He grabs your hand and tugs you along with him, he doesn’t stop until he reaches their cars and pulls you inside with him.

“Um.. am I being kidnapped?”

“Temporarily yes.” You laugh and settle into Jin’s side and lay your head on his shoulder. The other members are smiling fondly at you as the van pulls away and heads back to their apartment.

“Hyung, we’ll go out to eat and give you and y/n some time alone okay?” He nods, thankful that the other members are willing to make a sacrifice like this for him. He knows how tired they are and that they probably would rather just lay in bed and eat takeout.

“So what did you want to talk to me about that’s so important everyone else had to leave?” You smile shyly at him before sitting down on the couch. Jin takes the spot next to you.

“Well.. I just.. Okay I saw your posts..”

“Yes?”

“And I realized something while I was gone..”

“Okay?”

“I missed you a lot.”

“I missed you too.”

“But more.. than how a friend should miss their friend. I found myself wanting nothing more than to hug you, hold you, and it made me heart hurt to be away from you. Like, my chest physically hurt when I had to leave you at the airport. And it wasn’t until I was in the air already on my way to another country I realized something.”

“And what would that be?”

“That I am hopelessly in love with my best friend. That I want nothing more than to be here with you, kissing you, cuddling with you, keeping you safe in my arms.” Every word that comes out of his mouth you find yourself smiling wider and wider until you feel like your cheeks are going to fall off. “Please tell me you feel the same way and I wasn’t reading your posts wrong.. Please tell me I didn’t just ruin our friendship.” You lean in and capture his lips in a quick kiss.

“I do feel the same way. I love you too. I have for a while now but I was too afraid to confess outright. But then when you left I found myself feeling like I couldn’t wait months to tell you how I felt so I made those posts hoping you would be able to see the feelings I was trying to show.”

“I did see them. Although I gotta admit I was a little jealous of RJ.” You laugh and Jin smiles, loving the sound of it.

“You were jealous of a stuffed animal?! You got him for me!”

“I know that! But he got to cuddle with you every night and I didn’t!” You continue to let out giggles and Jin finds himself laughing along with you.

“Well you know I would have much rather had it be you.”

“Well I’m, here now. And you can cuddle me all you want that’s what these broad shoulders were made for.” Jin lays back on the arm rest of the couch and pulls you to lay against him. You lay your head on his chest, listening to the quiet thumping of his heart.

“I’m glad you’re back.”

“I’m happy to be back too. There’s no better feeling than being able to hold you in my arms, just like this.” You nuzzle into his chest and before long you start to drift off to sleep, finally in the arms of the man you love.

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write-like-you-mean-it · 4 years

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A Hunter’s Prey: Introductions and Questions

A strange beep awoke me from my slumber. Everything in my body ached as I tried to move. My arms were so sore that it hurt to move them an inch. It took a few moments to realize why I was so sore. A combination of Nen and exercising would do that to anyone. All that left my mouth was an angry groan at the blaring sound. With how late we were up, I wanted to get so much more sleep.

After a minute of the alarm, I realized that Illumi must be as tired as I was. The bed moved only slightly before the phone stopped ringing. Somehow, I was able to move myself to a sitting position even though my body screamed for me to lie back down. “Whose on the phone?” I ask while rubbing some sleep from my eyes.

Illumi didn’t answer. Instead, he went to get his clothes back on. My heart ached for the thought that he might stay for a while with me. There was not a lot of talking last night and I didn’t get all the questions answered in my head.

“Illumi,” I mumbled. He still didn’t respond but handed me back my clothes. “You can’t really not talk to me when you don’t feel like it. Why can’t you stay with me.”

He went back to covering his body. Every single inch of his body. It was a nice look while it lasted. “I have to go vote.”

“Vote?” I ask. He never struck me as one of the political types. Assassins normally weren’t. “Who are you voting for?”

“The newest chairman.” Illumi picked up his needles. “I won’t be gone long.” He stopped getting ready for a second to look at me. It was a delicious look as if I was a hot dinner ready to be devoured. I realized how naked I was and tried to pull the blankets up to cover me.

My face felt a hot red and I looked down. “I do have a favor for you,” Illumi said. “I want you to keep practicing Nen. Kil should be back soon. Milluki and father will have a watchful eye on him. It will be your job to tell me if you see him and especially if he leaves.”

I nod my head. I don’t know how I can try to watch for Killua if I can barely move my body. Every inch was sore; however, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. He refused all night allowing me to touch him. Sex isn’t as much fun if I can’t figure out his quirks too.

“-Also, if things go well, I’ll take you to get dinner. We can-” He paused for a moment “-discuss some more.”

I cocked my head to the side like a little puppy. He wanted to talk? It was a miracle sent from above. “Okay. I’ll tell you if anything happens with Killua.”

Illumi finished backing everything that he might need for voting. Before he went out the door, he gave me a small kiss. I could feel his promise that he would be back. Every other time he has left, there was always a question of ‘if he would return.’ This time, it was a promise that he would.

Illumi was already out the door before I realized that I did not know what Killua actually looked like. My first goal would be to get dressed, take a shower, and find a picture of Killua. There was an old one on the way to the training center.

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I walked down the long hallway that guided us so many times to training. My wet hair was making my newly clean shirt wet from its drip. The shower was a nice addition to the day as I could barely stand before. Each and every other step felt like an agonizing pulse of sore muscle throughout my body. Nen did almost nothing to dull the pain.

The long hallway held so many pictures that it was hard to distinguish which ones would have Killua and which ones were of older, long forgotten relatives. As I was walking, I remembered one picture towards the training ground that held all of the Zoldyck siblings. We had always passed it in quick succession because Illumi’s stride was always bigger than my own.

My pace quickened as I rounded the corner. Right next to the room held a beautiful picture. All the kids were brightly shown in a forest type background. It must’ve been taken on the mountain somewhere. Kikyo was in the center holding a little small boy. I’m guessing that the boy with white hair must be Killua. He is the center of attention. Kalluto held onto his mother’s dress. He couldn’t have been more than three. Milluki even looked much younger but not by much.

My eyes were transfixed on Illumi. He stood as tall as ever. The only difference is that he seemed more relaxed. His hair was only to his shoulders and he wore such casual wear. Illumi still had that stoic face but he seemed happier. Years of worry and protection must’ve waved on his demeanor.

I then noticed another blurred figure in the back. Illumi told me that there were only 4 Zoldyck siblings. This blurry figure seemed more feminie and by herself. Maybe Illumi had a sister that was disowned? No. She was much younger than Killua in this photo. Did Illumi lie to me?

“Who are you?” the voice in the hall rang out. It was not one that I had ever heard. I turn my attention away from the picture to see a white haired boy standing in the middle of the hallway. He looked much older than the one in the picture. I could feel hurt and anger mixed with his own bloodlust.

“You’re Killua,” I said more as a statement of fact than asking.

“Depends. Who are you?” I could tell he didn’t trust me. Why would he? I was a stranger in his home.

“I’m a friend of your brother’s,” I said. “My name is Y/N.” Killlua started to walk past me. He was on a mission. I decided to follow him as that was my goal. “I heard about your friend. I-I’m sorry.”

Killua stopped in his tracks. I did too as I was a few feet away from him. His head held down and fists in a tight hold. “No you’re not. You don’t even know him.”

“I-I am,” I stutter. I could feel his Nen getting stronger every second. It was pulsing stronger than Illumi’s own.

Killua turned on his heels. “You know nothing of Gon!” he yelled while walking towards me. All of his anger directed. I could feel the electric buzz stirring in the air. The same buzz that could be found before a lightning storm. “Don’t you dare speak of him. I’m here for one thing only and it's not to have a chat with you.”

With that, he stormed off. Killua was much faster than Illumi. Soon enough, I became lost within the maze of the Zoldyck mansion. I had lost my target. No wonder Illumi had a hard time while tracking him. I wasn’t prepared to see him so soon. Everything in my body hurt too much.

Tracking Killua would be too hard. I decided to try to find the entrance of the mansion as Killua had to leave sometime or other. My focus shifted to telling Illumi of Killua’s wearabouts. Part of me didn’t want to tell him. Killua was already struggling. He was an innocent boy who was losing a friend; however, I had to tell Illumi.

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An hour and a half had passed and I finally found the front door. I took too many wrong paths that I think I memorized all the wrong ones. I’d have to ask for a map once Illumi returned. I shouldn’t have been so tangled up with corridors that I could’ve missed Killua leaving.

Luckily, I hadn’t. It took another thirty minutes before he showed up at the front door. He was carrying a small little girl with him. She looked absolutely adorable and the same as the girl in the picture.

“Killua,” I said as he started to walk through the door. “I-I truly am sorry.” Again, he stopped in his tracks. I knew deep down that I shouldn’t be saying any of this to him. I didn’t know his friend. Hell, I didn’t know him. I did know Illumi and if the hurt Illumi feels on a regular basis is within Killua then he must be in extreme pain.

“Big brother, who's this?” asked the little girl. I gave a small smile and a wave.

“Which brother?”

“Huh?”

“Which brother are you friends with?”

“Illumi,” I said.

Killua turned to look at me. “Illumi has no friends. If he tricked you into being his friend, then I would find whatever needle is deep within your skull and remove it. Don’t trust a word he says.”

I watched him walk away with the girl still held tightly in his hands. She gave me a smile and a wave. “Bye Illumi’s friend.”

A smile crossed my face as I waved at her too. She seemed too pure for this house. My mind wandered to Killua’s warnings. What did he mean about not trusting Illumi? A needle? I knew Illumi needed needles but what for? There were too many questions that I felt like my head was going to explode.

“Oh, Y/N,” came the shrill voice of Kikyo. “What are you doing out of Illumi’s room?”

“I’m not his pet,” I said while turning to look at her. “I was given a task from him to look after Killua. Speaking of which, I have to text him.” I pulled out my phone to tell him that Killua had just left.

Illumi sent one back. It read: Did he have someone with him?

I wrote back: Yes. He had a girl with him. Illumi didn’t respond after that.

“You were talking with Killua just now,” said Kikyo. “What did he say?”

“I’d rather not say.” Kikyo gave a resounding humph and marched off to try and catch up to Killua. I, on the other hand, went to find a way back to the training area.

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I had been training into the night. My teacher has been the few books Illumi provided for me. Weirdly enough, Nen training was much quieter without Illumi. My eyes wandered to the tiny holes in the wall where Illumi had been practicing just yesterday.

“Who are you?” asked a voice from the across the room. This voice spooked me as I was not expecting anyone to walk in while I was training. This man was much older than Illumi or even Silva. His hair was as white and Silva’s and his stature was hunched. I could feel the potential Nen energy that rippled through his body.

I bowed deeply to the man. “I-I’m sorry. My name is Y/N and I am following Illumi’s orders.” I didn’t dare look up. With the amount of people I was meeting today, I was starting to get used to introducing myself.

“Ah, Y/N,” muttered the elderly man. “Illumi’s supposed wife.” I stood up at that assumption.

“Yes. That’s me.” It took me until now to realize his name. Illumi had told me that his grandfather was out on a mission. This must be him. “Nice to meet you sir.”

“You may call me Zeno. I was expecting no one else to be here to train. Would you mind if I trained beside you?”

“Are you sure? I could go if you want the space.” A Zoldyck master training before my eyes. Maybe I could learn a few more pointers from him.

“No. You are to become family and it is important to see where your training has come so far.” The old man had a twinkle in his eyes. It was a shining star with everything that has been happening so far.

“Okay,” I said while readying my Nen. I closed my eyes and allowed it to flow from my body. It was all I had learned in the few weeks Illumi had taught me. I was to defend not attack.

“What’s your Hautzu?” My head cocked once again as I dropped my Nen. “Your Nen type.”

“Oh,” I said, remembering. “I-I think Illumi told me it was transmutation.”

“Illumi hasn’t taught you how to become offensive with Nen?” Zeno questioned. I shook my head. “It is like him to want to teach defense. You need to learn some offense if you want to be a part of this family.” Zeno walked towards me. “Good thing that I am your Nen type. Otherwise, I doubt Illumi would allow you anywhere else.”

“Oh you don’t have to teach me. I have these books. I’ve been practicing.”

“Not enough it seems,” chuckled the elderly man. “How about we surprise Illumi? I’ll teach you transmutation and you tell me about yourself. I think that is a fair trade.”

I looked at the old man with a puzzled look. How was he so friendly while the rest of his family was not? I would think that a master of his caliber would refuse to train someone so weak. Weak enough that Hisoka refused to train me.

“Come on, Y/N. We have much to learn,” Zeno said. A smile crossed my face as I produced my aura.

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Spiderman!Eric

genre: spiderman!au, friends-to-lovers!au (fluff)

pairing/s: Eric / Fem reader (ft Stray Kids Felix)

word count: 5k+

tw: mild violence like fighting yall know the drill hes spiderman

Felix 12:33am - call me - 12:33am - srsly call me now i gotta show u smth -

You picked up the (incessantly) ringing device, wondering who it was yet already knowing who it was going to be.

Seeing Felix's caller id show up on your phone screen, you sighed, swiping the call to answer it anyway, putting it at a rather ugly angle on your pillow since it was Felix, after all.

"Why are you video calling, did you press the wrong button again?" you murmured, lazily leaning on your pillow as you talked. Felix looked as if he was in some sort of living room, and that framed geodude puzzle hanging on the wall behind him was beginning to look just too familiar.

Almost as if hearing your thought process, the blonde haired boy turned his head, shouting a loud, "Eric! Come here, dude!" Making you shoot up quickly, a hand flying to your head from the throb you got after getting up too fast.

Angling your phone so you looked a little more presentable, your breath hitched when you saw Eric come into your view, with a small towel draped over his head.

Eric raised his eyebrows at Felix in confusion before spotting you on the phone, his mouth dropping open before closing quickly, smiling shyly at you with a wave.

"Hi," his voice came out soft, "sorry to disturb you so late in the night, you seem like you were about to sleep."

Even though the three of you knew it was the truth, you replied dismissively anyway, "Oh, no it's fine, really. I wasn't asleep yet anyway." You didn't miss the knowing look Felix gave you, making you shrug your shoulders while Eric got comfortable in his seat next to Felix. His sharp eyes rounding when he looked back at the screen, holding the edges of the towel draped over his head with a certain hint of excitement in his expression.

"Are you ready for this? probably not but we're gonna show you anyway, okay, Eric, one, two....three!" Felix practically tore the towel off of Eric's head, revealing a bright blue head of hair, making your eyes widen, Felix giving the phone to Eric when the blue haired boy held his hand out expectantly after seeing your reaction.

"That's.....bright."

"Do you...." Eric's gaze travelled elsewhere (anywhere but at you, really) as his fingers smoothed down the parts of his hair that got ruffled in the process of Felix's dramatic reveal. "Do you uh...you know, like it?" he asked, flicking and pulling at his hair in an attempt to make it more presentable, thought you felt it was fine.

"I do! yeah! i mean, it looks great!" you were quick to reassure him, enjoying the smile that appeared on his face, relieved almost.

"What made you wanna do that suddenly?" Eric was about to reply when Felix cut in quickly, his face appearing on the screen and covering anything else visible.

"For the fun of it, you know?" Felix shrugged, "Me and my friends used to do stuff like this all the time in Australia," you rolled your eyes.

"So you just convinced Eric to bleach and dye his hair for fun?"

Eric's voice sounded behind Felix, "I thought maybe it was time to try something different for a change, or something," Felix nodded vigorously, smiling widely.

"That's cool," you heard a commotion on the other side of the phone, though you kept talking anyway, figuring it was a normal occurrence for them, "it really looks great, by the way-"

"Okay that's enough, Y/N. Time to go to sleep, bye!" Felix hung up the call before you could say goodbye. Sighing, you set your phone back down on the table, staring at the ceiling for a while trying to figure out why you were so affected by Eric just having different hair when your phone rang with a notification alarm.

Picking it up, you saw Eric had sent you a photo, opening it to see a picture that he'd taken of himself with a snorlax plushie, caption being 'we kind of look the same now, right?'

You laughed, replying him quickly to say he looked absolutely the same, though not surprised at the 'goodnight' text you'd received shortly after.

Eric was nice to you, and everyone else, you supposed.

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"Hey dude, that's not very nice," Eric called in a voice that sounded genuinely upset at what was unfolding in the alley beneath him. Despite his lack of combat training (unless you counted fake ‘mma’ matches with Felix as training), as well as the fact that the man was probably twice Eric's size, Eric knew that that couldn't matter right now because whoever that could try to mug an old lady, was a dick. (and should be stopped, of course)

Shooting a web to the opposite apartment building, Eric swung down, landing smoothly in front of the mugger and using his webs to trap him against the wall, leaving him about half a minute to get this old lady whatever she needed.

If Eric was expecting any thanks, he should have thought again because this old lady was practically hysterical that some red and blue spider looking thing had just rescued her from being mugged.

"Ma'am please calm down, it’s okay,” Eric pleaded in his 'Spiderman' voice, only successfully doing so when he pushed up his mask enough to reveal his mouth.

"See? i'm a human! i'm a human boy! Nothing to worry about Ma'am,” Eric waved his hands as reassuringly as he could, calling the police to inform them of the mugger before shooting a few more webs on him as a precaution before bringing the old lady out into the town area. “Please be safe....and try not to walk through alleys next time!”

Swinging himself back onto the roof where he'd tossed his backpack previously, Eric checked the time on his phone, 7:20am, almost time for school. If he left now, he could probably still make it back by 7:30. Thank God he didn't listen to Felix when he tried to convince him not to bring his school uniform to his trips.

Eric was practically sprinting into the school, panting and clothes wrinkled from being wadded up in his backpack for so long, trying his best to slip into the class unnoticed to his desk was next to yours.

Twirling your pen as you tried to remain inconspicuous so the teacher wouldn't notice that Eric had jut arrived, he'd made that a little harder when he'd kneed the table in his hurry to sit down, thankfully going unnoticed by the teacher.

"You're early," you smirked, hearing him grunt in reply, chest still heaving from his trip here. (Eric would have figured that being Spiderman meant he wouldn't get winded from stairs so easily).

Tugging the sleeves of his shirt down, hooking a finger at his collar to pull it away from his neck and fanning himself with his other hand, the blue haired boy shrugged with a breathy laugh, "Sure am.” He told you, sticking his tongue out at you before turning his attention back to the teacher.

You scribbled down notes lazily, trying not to get distracted by the way Eric looked so different with this new hair, even if half of it was hidden under a baseball cap. Getting bored after a while, you shifted your attention to the screen, feeling yourself slowly start to let your vision blur, almost giving into sleep when you felt someone nudge your elbow, turning to see Eric was trying to pass you a small yellow post-it note.

Taking the note and pasting it onto your notebook, it read: -which one are you gonna sign up for?-

Turning your head to face Eric, you nudged him, seeing him jump slightly in his seat before a small huff of laughter left his lips. “Hmm?” his eyebrows raised, pen halting its movements against his paper.

“Sign up for what?”

There was a moment of silence where Eric looked as though you’d just told him his dog died before he leaned his head forward abruptly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and mouth gaping slightly, “Sign up for what?” he asked you.

Rolling your eyes yet not being able to help the smile from your face, you shoved the - now crumpled - note into his hand. “This! Weren’t you the one that asked me?” you whisper-shouted, a hand moving to grip at your hair in mock frustration.

Eric’s expression softened, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape in realization, “Oh, right. Yeah, which internship position are you gonna sign up for?” he pointed to the board at the front of the class, where the teacher had written down various internship positions at different companies.

“What’s this for?” you glanced at Eric’s notebook to see if he’d written anything useful about it, seeing his small neat handwriting of

‘different day, different company take different day -’

Eric was quick to shield his notebook from you, choosing to distract you by pointing his pen to the direction of the board while he tried to make himself look less flustered at the fact that you could have just seen how he’d written that he wanted to take a different attachment day from you so it would be easier to have lunch with you.

“You see, we’re supposed to choose one,” he explained, closing his notebook and shoving it into his bag while you were looking at the board. “I think i’m gonna choose Monday’s,” he started slowly, “You know, since i like that, and you don’t...”

Your gaze went to the Monday slot on the board, seeing that it was something to do with sports and you made a face of disgust, shaking your head.

“You’re right, i don’t like that. I was thinking of maybe Wednesday?” you pointed at the area on the board to direct his attention there, seeing him nod, a soft smile threatening to appear.

“Great then, we’ll still have lunch breaks to spend together!”

“You think Felix will join us?” you bypassed his implication, making him press his lips together in a tight line.

“Eh, up to him, he’s welcome to whenever he wants,” Eric shrugged, not averse to the idea but not completely for it either. Felix was his best friend but...sometimes he was a little too obvious with the whole spider thing.

"Nice," you smiled to yourself, scribbling down quickly onto your notebook about the details of your internship, the thought of work reminding you of Eric's part-time job.

"Right, are you working today?"

Eric had almost forgotten that he had told you about his 'part-time job', if you counted roaming around the streets of your neighbourhood looking for crime to stop dressed in a body suit as a part-time job.

"I work everyday, the city never sleeps Y/N," he sighed dramatically, shaking his head at his textbook wistfully.

"What are you even talking about you work at a pet shop, i'm pretty sure that part of the city does sleep." Eric waved you off dismissively, not being able to help the tiny giggle that slipped from his mouth, his hands coming up to his hair in embarrassment but only coming in contact with the material of his cap, forgetting he was even wearing it.

"Also, are you forgetting something?"

Eric furrowed his eyebrows, tapping his pen on his notebook, trying to figure out what exactly it was he was forgetting. Was it your birthday? no, it can't be, Eric remembered there was still months to go before that. Maybe it's movie night again? Eric frowned, no, we had that yesterday.

"I give up," the blue-haired boy finally slumped his shoulders, dropping his pen onto the table and holding his hands out to you in a begging gesture. "What was it that i forgot this time?" he pouted, trying his best to ease his way out of trouble if you were angry at him.

Pushing the flyaway strands of your hair away from your face haphazardly as you turned to him, you mustered a look of disgust, "You were supposed to help me write my article about Spiderman for the newspaper club!" you frowned, hands finding their way to your hips. A look of realization flashed over Eric's features, making you sigh.

"I knew you'd forget, you're always busy with baseball or your job or playing games with Felix, it's a wonder you even agreed to help me with that paper in the first place." you sighed.

"Look, i'm really sorry it just slipped my mind...let me make it up to you?" he pleaded, earning a dirty look from you.

"Lunch is on you," you decided.

Eric's expression relaxed visibly, glad that that was what you'd decided on as a compensation, nodding his head at you with a smile, "Deal."

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"And you're sure you don't need me to walk you back?" Felix asked, though you knew both him and his friend Changbin were hoping you would say no so they could head over to the computer cafe to play games.

You shot them a look, eyes narrowing at them as you gripped your laptop tighter in your arm, shooting Felix a tight-lipped smile.

"It's fine, if anything i'll just call Eric," Felix opened and closed his mouth quickly as if stopping himself from saying something, deciding on nodding firmly at you, waving goodbye to let you leave. Eric hadn't told you where the pet-shop was but you figured it didn't matter anyway since you never visited him there, but little did you know tonight you wouldn't have to.

"Hey! Stop!" You heard the clanging of bins and the heavy thudding of running footsteps, looking around to find the source of the sound when you saw someone running past you, knocking into you slightly but the impact causing them to lose their balance and stumble onto the floor. You figured he wasn't that innocent with the cds that had spilled out from his jacket when he fell. So you did what you figured anyone would've done in this situation, you stepped on his chest.

You heard a gust of wind before a light thud in front of where you and the man were, your breath getting caught in your throat when you realized that Spiderman was in front of you.

"I told you not to run, you can get all these cds at a sale!" the masked boy had waved his hands exasperatedly, squatting down and looking up at you when he'd seen that the man - or boy, he looked like he couldn't be much older than you -was still being held down by your leg. In your shock you had pressed your leg harder onto the boy, making him let out a pained groan which fell on your deaf ears.

"Uh..." Spiderman cleared his throat, and your eyes widened expectantly, not realizing your foot was still on the boy's chest until Spiderman gestured a covered finger towards it.

"Oh! sorry, i just you know, thought it would help keep him down.." you blurted, removing your leg quickly and taking a step back from the boy. Spiderman cleared his throat, mustering a deeper, more authoritative voice, or his 'Spiderman voice' as Felix liked to call it.

"Thanks for helping me stop this guy, i really owe you one." Spiderman told you, making you flush, shaking your head at him out of courtesy.

"No problem....Spiderman?" Said boy let out a small giggle, sounding oddly familiar to you but you were too busy observing him clear away the cds and let the boy go to say anything.

"Don't do it again or i'm telling your mom!" you frowned in confusion as you watched the boy scramble off the floor and run off.

"His mom?"

"His mom's the owner of the bakery across the street from the cd shop, she'd kill him if she knew he was doing this." Spiderman stood up, dusting the knees of his suit before turning to you, and you were practically itching to remove his mask.

"So.....kind citizen, how may i repay you?" he said, sounding an awful lot like he was in a period drama, making you laugh, though you couldn't say you had no idea what you wanted him to do either.

He spent a solid minute shifting his weight from leg to leg while waiting for your answer. "What's your name?"

"E-" Spiderman stopped himself, lengthening the vowel so he sounded like he meant to scold you instead. "Foul play, pretty citizen," Eric mentally slapped himself for being so gullible, resisting the urge to scream when you tilted your head at him, not sure why the sudden confidence was taking over you in front of the masked superhero.

"Pretty?" Spiderman was thankful for the mask hiding his face because he was sure he'd never felt so hot underneath the mask.

"Not a valid question, next," he blurted quickly, making you laugh.

"It's okay, Spiderman. You probably don’t have time to answer my questions anyway,” this struck a cord with Eric, feeling as though you were talking to him instead of just talking to Spiderman, rushing to your side and waving his hands in dismissal, “No, noo! I do have time! I’m on duty right now, i’m making sure you get home safely!” he assured you, a skeptical expression making its way onto your face.

“On duty, huh?” you repeated, “Say, Spiderman, you couldn’t possibly explain to me why you became Spiderman in the first place, could you?” you asked, seeing his hand go up to his head, unconsciously starting to walk together with you in the direction back to your place.

“You know, i didn’t know exactly, either. I just thought...it’d be nice to try to make a difference in this town, even if it was just a small difference.”

“I think you’re pretty cool,” you spoke, your gaze still directed forward, looking at the glow of the buildings cast from streetlamps, “What you do, i mean,” you corrected.

“You do?” He replied a little too quickly, clearing his throat before shrugging, “I mean, yeah, it’s just...what it is.”

“You don’t mind, right?” you asked, “Me asking you all these questions. I mean, i heard from my friend Eric that you’re a pretty low-key guy so i was kind of shocked you were actually going along with my questions,” you adjusted your grip on the things you were carrying, shoulders starting to feel sore from carrying them for so long.

“Here, lemme get that for you.” Spiderman reached his hand over to try to take your things, but you were quick to refuse, “There’s really no need for that, i’m fine-“

“I’m only helping a kind citizen after a long day,” he shrugged, and when he put it that way, oh, how tempting it was. So you did let him carry your things, besides, no one would know. Especially not Eric, oh Eric would tease you for days if he found out Spiderman carried your laptop and books home for you.

“Are you embarrassed?” Spiderman asked you, and because of how familiar he felt, his Spiderman voice was gone, and strangely, you didn’t even notice. You shook your head vigorously, letting your hair cover your face before finally squeaking out a, “Okay, maybe a little bit.”

You heard Spiderman let out a small huff of laughter, “That’s cute.”

Your head snapped around quickly so you could glare at him, turning onto the street of your house, “Is it part of your job description to flirt with kind citizens?”

He shrugged, and Eric wasn’t sure where he’d gained this new-found confidence around you but he was strangely thankful for it, “Maybe only the ‘you’ kind of kind citizens?” he laughed, realizing you had reached your house already.

“My friend Eric’s gonna be stoked if i tell him i met you.” you smiled, taking your things back from Spiderman, seeing him step back and nod at you. “Sure is,” he told you.

You couldn’t help but find what he said similar to what Eric usually says to you, not being able to help yourself with your next statement.

“You know...you kind of remind me of him,” you adjusted your bag strap on your shoulders, scrutinizing his mask before shaking your head, “Nevermind, pretend i never said anything. Goodnight, Spiderman,” you smiled, waving at him.

Whipping your phone out, you went to yours and Eric’s chat

10:43pm -you would not BELIEVE who i just saw-

===

Eric wasn't sure what kind of stupid had posessed him to say he'd enjoy hearing about your encounter with Spiderman, but he'd decided after the 3rd time of hearing the same story repeated to different people that he really hated it. I mean, it wasn't as if Eric wasn't Spiderman, it was just hearing you say over and over again that Spiderman was so 'cute!' and 'kind!' and 'had a great butt!' was just starting to get on Eric's nerves, knowing you would never describe him that way.

You'd found Eric's reaction to your Spiderman story rather unusual, since you was usually so used to Eric being excited to tell you about Spiderman and what he 'researched' about him. But you figured maybe he was just tired of hearing the same story. Not that you cared but still.

You were currently seated at the bistro that you, Felix and Eric frequented, spread out across the cushions of your usual booth, your legs spread out in front of you while Felix chose to squeeze with Eric.

Felix's phone had buzzed, and the boy's eyes lit up upon reading the message. "You guys going for the halloween party? One of my friends just sent me the details."

"Halloween party? Like the one we went to last year?" you leaned forward in an attempt to read from Felix's phone.

"The one i went dressed as a princess for?" Eric's eyes widened and you laughed at the memory.

"Yep," Felix nodded, "Its being thrown by the same person, so you guys are invited too."

"Oh my god, we should coordinate our outfits this year too!" Felix cheered, earning a mock look of disgust from you, but nodding nonetheless.

"Wait, maybe not. Cause i was thinking about going as Spiderman," Felix continued.

You let out a satisfied sound at Felix's mention of Spiderman. "I'm telling you, Felix, there's something about Spiderman that's just so.....so-it gets me, you know what i mean?" you spoke, gaze directed at the tv screen in the bistro.

Felix exchanged a knowing look with Eric, whose eyes widened and slurped his drink hurriedly. You were waiting for Felix reply when Eric had handed you his powerbank, asking if you could help him put it in his bag, only realizing a little too late that he'd forgotten to specify which pocket of his bag. And it wasn't as if he could risk having you see his crumpled up Spiderman suit in there.

Bending down and unzipping the back pocket of his bag, you shuffled around for his pouch before catching a flash of red and blue latex at the bottom of the bag, your hand withdrawing from the material when you realized the implications of it, just as you heard Eric add in a, "Front pocket, please."

As if the timing couldn't be any better, you heard Felix chime in with what he thought about Spiderman.

"I mean, when you think about it, i'd say he's pretty similar with Er- ouch!" Felix glared at Eric, mouthing for him to trust him before you sat up, furrowing your eyebrows at Felix, "Nothing, just hit the table adjusting my legs," he told you casually.

"Anyway as i was saying, i think he's pretty similar to Eric," you frowned, the new knowledge of what was in Eric's bag making you think of the incident happening with Eric in Spiderman's place, the idea threatening to make your face heat up.

"Oh my God, no no, don't make it weird, shut up, Felix," you dismissed the thought quickly, not wanting Eric to feel uncomfortable as well, since after all, you did say Spiderman had a cute butt.

Eric looked at you with a confused expression, before grinning quickly and laughing along with you. "Yeah....shut up, Felix," Eric looked down into his smoothie, hoping the shadow would hide his blush.

"You guys suck, i'm speaking some truth here, you know?" Felix huffed, sinking further into his seat, Eric simply choosing to shrug as a reply.

"Whatever, Felix. Just text me the details of the party, i'm gonna head back to my office now. Lunch break's almost over," you told them, Eric nodding in reply, while Felix gave you a wave, shooing you away.

Felix turned to his friend once you'd left, nudging the boy on the shoulder. Eric slumped onto the cushion of the booth, groaning loudly, attracting attention from some of the diners.

"I'm screwed. She's gonna fall for Spiderman and then they're gonna get married and then she's gonna see me as her stupid friend for the rest of her life," Eric whined, making Felix frown in confusion, an amused lilt to his tone when he replied.

"Bro, i think you're forgetting a really important detail..." Eric's head whipped around so he could glare at Felix for interrupting his crisis.

"What now, Felix?"

"You are Spiderman, dude!" Eric's mouth formed an 'o' shape in realization, eyebrows raising as he straightened up in his seat, taking a long sip from his smoothie.

"Right, forgot." Eric stared pensively at Felix, "But how am i supposed to reveal that to her? What kind of elaborate plan can i possibly make?" Eric pouted, earning a grin from Felix.

Shrugging, the blonde haired boy spoke, twirling the un-used straw between his fingers, "Who knows, maybe it'll be easier than you think."

Which was worse, to have shown up at the halloween party with Felix dressed as Spiderman, or the fact that Eric was nowhere to be seen, you couldn't decide. You'd been calling Eric multiple times that night, but a sudden bank robbery had taken Eric from you that night.

"Will you at least help me bring my costume?" he had blurted hurriedly to Felix, who was already dressed in his Spiderman costume. Nodding to appease Eric, Felix waved his hands in dismissal.

"Dude, really, don't worry about it, i got you covered. Just go do what you have to do," Eric had nodded, already rushing to leave.

"And remember to turn off your phone!"

"Already did!" Eric called back.

He didn't.

Now Eric was fighting a robber with Ariana Grande's voice singing ‘One Last Time’ blasting out of his pocket.

Holding the robber off with a kick, the burly man stumbling back slightly, Eric saw the caller id as your name.

Picking up the phone quickly, trying to divert the robber's attention by jumping from place to place to tire him out. "Eric, where are you? You said you'd be here an hour ago!" you sounded more than disappointed, making Eric let out a small groan.

"I'm sorry! Really, just-something came up, and i needed to," he let out a small grunt when he'd landed on the floor a little ungracefully, "settle it. I swear, i'll be there soon."

"The party's getting boring without you, if you're not there in 30 minutes i'm leaving!" you announced, hanging up quickly. Eric whined loudly, dodging a punch from the robber as he put his phone back.

"Look man, I really don't have time for this right now," Eric threw a few webs around the man to stop him from moving, removing the mask from the man's face. "Remember to smile for your mug shot!" he laughed, dialing the police before leaving quickly, shooting webs and swinging himself from apartment building to apartment building, desperately trying to get to the party before you left.

Calling Felix was no use, the boy was already lost in the party, probably even forgetting he had a phone with how much fun he was having. It was only when Eric saw Felix over at the ping pong table did he manage to get his attention.

The blonde boy turned around, "Oh what, same costume? Not cool, man," Felix groaned, earning an eyeroll from Eric that he couldn't see anyway. "Felix, its me," Eric told him.

Felix stared blankly at the suit-clad boy before realization struck him, "Oh!" he shouted, immediately taking Eric aside into the nearest room he could find, ripping off Eric's mask and letting out a loud gasp when he saw the bruise on Eric's jaw.

"That looks rough, what happened?"

"No time for that right now, Felix, where's Y/N?" Eric made as if to go find you but was stopped by Felix's arms on his shoulders. "Woah, man, no way i'm letting you go around with this bruise on your face."

"It's fine, I'll just wear my mask."

Felix gave him an uncertain look, looking fairly hesitant but shaking his head disapprovingly, "Last i checked she was in the kitchen? But i'd suggest you avoid the crowd now, they're gonna lose their shit when they realize Spiderman is here."

Eric groaned, knowing Felix was right, which was why Felix didn't have a mask on. "Okay, i'll just go wait on the rooftop. Just give me a text when you find her."

Eric swung himself onto the roof with ease after leaving the building briefly. Putting on his mask, he lay down on the floor of the roof, starting to feel tired from fighting.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he saw that you'd sent him more texts asking where he was.

In his fatigued haze, he didn't bother thinking when he'd replied you,

9:50pm -im at the rooftop-

Putting his phone aside, Eric looked at the sky through the muffled view he got through his mask, too tired to process the sound of the rooftop doors opening until he heard your voice.

"Felix? What the hell are you doing here? Eric told me i could find him here and when i get here he's not here again," you stomped your foot weakly, sitting down next to what you assumed was Felix's lying form.

"Stupid Eric," you huffed, "You even told me he was definitely gonna be here! All i wanted was a nice night with stupid cute Eric and have a good time but it's just not going how i wanted it to go."

"How did you want it to go then?" Eric finally spoke, making your breath get caught in your throat when you realized the person next to you really wasn't Felix.

"Er-" you stopped yourself, not sure if you wanted to let him know you knew just yet. Though at this point, Eric was too tired to bother about that.

"Spiderman?" Eric huffed at the name.

"That's me, good ol' friendly neighbourhood Spiderman," he shrugged, sitting up and reaching a hand to fiddle with the material covering his calf.

"I'm sure whoever this Eric person is, he probably didn't mean to leave you here without a reason, you know?"

You stared at him in disbelief, narrowing your eyes at him. "Uh-huh," you crossed your arms over your chest, "Just kinda sucks when you have the boy you like right in front of you still lying to your face," you shrugged.

"What?" Eric tilted his head in confusion, caught off guard when you reached a hand over to yank his mask off of his head.

"That's better," you smiled, enjoying the shocked look on Eric's face, his now slightly faded blue hair sticking up in various places because of the mask.

"How are you not shocked?" Eric spoke, hands waving around frantically, expecting a much more extreme reaction from you than what he had gotten.

"To be honest with you, I knew since that day at the bistro when i was putting your stuff back into your bag. Saw your suit," you explained, seeing him lie back down, his hands covering his face.

"God, i'm really stupid, aren't i?" Eric removed his hands, revealing his giddy smile to you. "To save your last bit of pride, i'm not answering that," you smiled back.

"Correct me if i'm wrong," Eric began, his gaze on the mask you fiddled with in your hands. "You know, sometimes it's hard to hear under the mask, but....did i hear you refer to me as the boy you like?"

"Nope," you said, face completely serious as you watched Eric's expression fall, "Oh,"

"Eric, i'm kidding. I totally did." Eric's hand moved to cover the lower half of his face, blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Good, cause you're the girl i like too," he told you casually. Making your mouth gape open in shock.

"Is it just me or does your confidence just become crazy whenever you put on this suit?" you told him with a laugh.

"Maybe," he shrugged, "you know, Spiderman's a real lady killer." You laughed, shaking your head at him. "Oh, i'm sure."

You were sat in-between the open space of his legs, with himself still lying on the ground, "He's got all sorts of tricks, it'd be hard to resist him at all, not my words, his," you scoffed. Eric was having fun with this, finally feeling fully comfortable and at ease after the unnecessary worrying about what you would think.

"Care to demonstrate said tricks?" Eric placed a hand on his chin thoughtfully, pretending to consider your challenge, his ‘Spiderman' confidence taking over him as he shot a web to the wall facing him, "gladly," he told you. Using the wall as leverage, he lifted himself to sitting position and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

Pulling away and standing up quickly as if nothing had happened, he shot you a smile as he held his hand out to help you up.

"Real lady killer, isn't he?"

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sinsbymanka · 4 years

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50 Questions You Have Never Been Asked

Tagged by @lostinfantasies38! Tagging - @tuffypelly, @corylion, @eranehn, @silvanils, @fandomn00blr, @odekiax, and whoever else wants in!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

And immediately I have to reveal how high maintenance I am. I have four. They’re red, teal, and black and they’re all different no matter what my husband says.

2. A food you never eat?

Tapioca - I’m allergic (which is a shame because BUBBLE TEA. It looks so fun!!)

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Always cold - I struggle with pretty chronic iron deficiency so I’m an icicle.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

I think I was eating Chinese food?

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

Twix. Either side.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

I have been to far too many. The only ones I like are hockey (yay!) but I’ve been to Basketball and Baseball games. The last time I went to a basketball game, I read a novel on my phone. Husband was not amused.

7. What was the last thing you said out loud?

"Why are you like this?” - To the infamous watermelon head puppers as he put his whole damn noggin on my shoulder.

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

Mint chocolate chip.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Cream top tea from the Chinese restaurant

10. Do you like your wallet?

It’s the best wallet I’ve ever owned and I’ve had it for like four years. I refuse to get another one.

11. What was the last thing you ate?

Cold sesame noodles and dumplings

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

I don’t think so but I’ve done a lot of online shopping, it’s all a blur. I just wait to see what shows up in the mail.

13. The last sporting event you watched?

Does watching my husband play NBA 2K20 count? If no - then I think we went to a minor league hockey game in January or February?

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

ALRIGHT. Bear with me. Pop your popcorn and then dump some hidden valley ranch dressing mix seasoning packets on it. BEST. THING. EVER. (I’ve been told you can buy ranch seasoning shakers for popcorn, but I’ve never tried them, I just use the seasoning packets)

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

My Husband: “I love you too babe.” cause we’re sweet like that.

16. Ever go camping?

Yes, I’m not a fan. I’m like a houseplant - I like the idea of outside but if you put me out there I will die.

17. Do you take vitamins?

So many.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

Nope and I never will again.

19. Do you have a tan?

Not currently, but I do tan! God bless whoever the swarthy skin tone came from.

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

Chinese food.

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

No? What kind of monster does this on the regular? Don’t use straws unless you have to - it’s bad for the turtles.

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

I dislike socks - I usually wear tights because I’m wearing skirts and dresses.

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

The better question: Do you ever drive below the speed limit?

24. What terrifies you?

Many things. The biggest thing, lately, is that I’m not doing enough to get this world back on track and that I should be doing more. The time for discussion, negotiation, and bargaining for basic human rights is over. I want to smash windows, tear down institutions, and torch mansions.

25. Look to your left what do you see?

Watermelon head, just where he always is.

26. What chore do you hate?

I hate the sound of the vacuum cleaner. Absolutely hate it.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

Immediately of Steve Irwin. I watched a shit ton of animal planet as a child.

28. What is your favorite soda?

I can’t drink soda very often because it makes be a bit ill - but I love coke.

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

I also can’t have fast food often because it me very ill. So when I do stop - it’s usually to satisfy my ever present french fry craving and I feel silly going in and ordering one thing.

30. Who was the last person you talked to?

The chinese food delivery guy or watermelon head if he counts.

31. Favorite cut of beef?

The other thing that makes me sick! I rarely eat beef, even when I cook it for my husband. The only thing I usually can’t resist is a mean sloppy joe or taco - so that would be ground beef done extra lean which probably doesn’t count.

32. Last song you listened to?

This is Me - Kesha from The Greatest Showman soundtrack

33. Last book you read?

Also fanfiction. I have no spoons for new fiction at this time. I’m making my way through some nonfiction books slowly - “Michael and Natasha” by Rosemary and Donald Crawford is my current choice.

34. Favorite day of the week?

Fridays?

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Possibly?

36. How do you like your coffee?

Flavored creamer if possible - if not just cream. I never seem to get the sugar ratio right on my own.

37. Favorite pair of shoes?

My utterly impractical, goes with one outfit, red high heeled mary jane’s. God I love those shoes.

38. At what time do you usually go to bed?

Between 10 and 11p - I take medicine that knocks me out pretty quick at night.

39. At what time do you normally get up?

Between 5 and 7a? I don’t know when I turned into my father - but I’m up with the fucking sun no matter what.

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets?

Sunrises - especially over the ocean.

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

On the bed? Two. Beside my side of the bed? Four more. Plus the dog has a blanket. Don’t judge me.

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

Vintage find - white with yellow and orange daffodils.

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

Wine to get started, but I almost always end up switching to whiskey if I’m out.

44. Do you play cards?

I learned to play poker very young and I’m surprisingly good at it.

45. What color is your car?

It’s called Seafoam, which is a pretty pearlescent green <-- same?! @lostinfantasies38 do you drive a Subaru too?

46. Can you change a tire?

YES. My father, when he was losing his eyesight and I was sixteen, wanted me to know how to change my own oil and my own tires cause “he wouldn’t be able to see to do it.” Before that makes you too sad - he 100% still sat in the driveway and listened to me do these things while offering “advice.” Bonus: I was one of the only people of either gender I knew in college who could do these things.

Do I actually do them any longer? fuck no. I don’t want to get dirty and I got myself a husband.

47. What is your favorite province?

I’ve only ever been to Toronto, so whatever province that’s in.

48. Favorite job you ever had?

I don’t know if I have a favorite? I’ve gotten to travel a lot in my current job, and I’ve done a lot of presentations and met a lot of people I wouldn’t have otherwise, plus it’s less hazardous to my mental health. So. Grantwriter/Researcher it is.

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

In November 2019 (which seems like forever ago but I know it wasn’t) I was rear-ended by an 18 wheeler on the highway. It was a nasty crash and I still can’t quite drive on the highway. I was actually nearly completely unscathed despite rolling my car and it being totaled. I emerged with a concussion and two cuts - one on the back of my left hand which is small. I had another shallow cut which is mostly hidden under my hair, but I can feel the scar. It does creep out under my hair onto my forehead about a half-inch.

50. What did you do today that made someone happy?

On my morning walk with watermelon head, we stopped outside our neighbors house to wave through the window so their kiddos could see puppers. Judging from their faces - they were pretty happy (but who wouldn’t be to be greeted with watermelon head?)

#long ask meme #so many questions

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milkcartom · 4 years

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Girl Crush

Pairing: Peter x reader x MJ

Summary: Inspired by The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Word count: 1,843

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Those eyes. Those gorgeous, brown eyes. Smitten would be an understatement, for you were completely and utterly intoxicated. You couldn't blame yourself, though. Those eyes held a lot more than they let on, and you wanted nothing more than to figure them out like a puzzle. No matter what you did or how hard you tried, you just couldn't stop staring. That was, until they caught your gaze.

Blinking away to train your eyes on the half empty lunch tray, you fight the urge to squeal as they approached. Peter and MJ walk over to where you sat, hand in hand, making it harder for you to refrain from rolling your eyes at the disgusting sight.

"Hey, Y/N." Peter chirps, causing you to snap your head up and throw a bright, fake smile.

"Hi." You manage to squeak out, clearing your throat right after.

"You're still coming over later, right?" Peter asks, and you nod almost instantly, "Would you mind if MJ came along?"

At his words, your heart almost plummeted from your chest. The mere thought of them being all lovey dovey in front of you while you did all the schoolwork wasn't how you imagined to spend your Friday night. You'd rather spend the whole day with Flash if it meant not having to witness your crush snuggle up to their significant other in your presence. But you still shake your head.

"N-no, I-I don't mind." You stammer, pressing your lips into thin-lipped smile, earning an even wider one from the couple.

"Great! See you later." Peter waves a hand goodbye before walking off, MJ not even giving you a second look.

You frown, heaving out a sigh as you rest your head on your palms and watched as their figures become smaller and smaller. You narrow your eyes at the blue sweater he wore, wondering where he got it and if you had something similar. It looked a bit loose on his frame, so you figured you’d borrow one of your dad’s sweaters to match. That’s what you were going to wear tonight.

But in the meantime, lunch was already over, and you grin cheekily at the next class you shared with Peter; Woodwork. You head straight to the classroom, no time to stop by your locker, and spot the boy hunched over the work table with an empty seat next to him. Normally, he’d be paired with his best friend, Ned. But you managed to snake your way in between and convince Ned to partner up with Betty, instead. For one project, at least. This meant you’d get to spend a few hours working elbow to elbow with Peter fucking Parker.

“Hey.” You greet, filling the stool and pulling the apron over your head.

Peter returns your smile, offering to tie the apron for you from behind, to which you accepted. As he did so, you could feel your heart race, his fingers brushing over your back every so often and you shudder.

“All good.” He says, handing you the pair of goggles on the desk.

“Thanks.” Is all you say as you take it and put it on, grateful for his genuine kindness despite your awkward demeanor.

Peter knew you admired him, a little bit more than acquaintances, because that’s how obvious you were. The first time you sat next to Peter during class, he mentioned Star Wars once and you stayed up all night watching the series so you’d have something to talk about the next day. When Peter wore those stupid science-punned shirts, you just had to get some. But of course, you’d hide them under a sweater or have them tucked under your skirt to look more pleasing to the eye. And when you found out he was in the decathlon team, lead by MJ, you worked your ass off for weeks just to be able to get in. You weren’t naturally smart, so this was possibly the hardest and stupidest thing you’ve done for a crush.

But these didn’t stop you from being friends, because Peter was nice about it. He didn’t treat you any different, and he never made it awkward between you two, to your liking. He didn’t mind the attention. In fact, he secretly loved it, but he couldn’t tell anyone that. Especially not MJ.

———

The hour of the day you were dreading came rolling in quicker than you thought. Before you knew it, you were laying flat on Peter’s bedroom floor with papers scattered all over as you tried to solve as much problems as you can. Peter, on the other hand, had MJ glued to his side, snickering about God knows what and you’d bet a hundred dollars Peter wasn’t even halfway with his task.

“Babe, stop.” MJ utters, shoving Peter to the side and you almost gag. At that moment, you hoped your eardrums collapsed or that your vision blurred.

“You good, Y/N?” Peter asks you, noticing the grimace on your face.

You nod, pretending that you were having a hard time with a topic, “Yeah, no, I’m fine. You- you almost done?”

Peter takes a look at his stack of papers and shakes his head, “Not really.” He chuckles, tearing his gaze away to look at his girlfriend, who was currently helping him solve some questions.

You roll your eyes and begin to type rather angrily on your scientific calculator. You couldn’t take one more look at the stolen kisses they tried to sneak when they thought you weren’t looking, or the small laughs they’d share as though you weren’t in the room. It made you sick to your stomach.

It was dreadful, to say the least. Until your ears perk up at the sound of your guardian angel texting you.

Flash

party at my house. wru y/n ?

These were one of the few moments you loved Flash. Sure, he was a dick, but he was also your friend. Sometimes, anyway. But right now, he was better company than the other two.

You spring up to your feet to type in a reply, catching the attention of the couple.

“Are you leaving?” Peter asks with a touch of excitement in his tone, and you had to hold back a scowl.

“Uh, yeah,” your nod, slipping off the blue sweater to reveal a tank top that paired nicely with your high-waisted bottoms, “Flash’s party,” you tell them as you gather your things. You didn’t want to leave them and have the image of them getting it on right after you walk out the door, but you also didn’t want to stay. So you choose the next best option, “You guys should come.”

“I don’t know—“

“Come on,” you tilt your head to the direction of the door and flash them a charming smile, “It’ll be fun.”

———

It was as though you could finally breathe again. The aroma of sweat and alcohol filled your lungs as you entered Flash’s house, greeting a few of the people you knew. You even got some stares and whispers sent your way when you walked in with Peter and MJ, to which you rolled your eyes in response.

A shrill squeal erupted from the crowd before a preppy blonde came running in your direction to throw her arms around you. You laugh and wrap your arms around your closest friend in Midtown High, Gwen Stacy.

“You came!” She beams, pulling away to hand you a red cup with her favorite drink.

“Of course,” you say, taking a sip, “Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else tonight.”

“That bad, huh?” Gwen purses her lips, remembering how excited you were for tonight’s “study date”.

“Mhm. That’s why I’m here.”

“I don’t think Flash would be happy to see them,” she gestures to the two people behind you, cocking a brow before winking at you, “But at least you are.”

You slap her arm and conceal the growing smile on your lips, “Shut up, Gwen.”

“Come on, we’re playing truth or dare,” the blonde says, grabbing your hand. But before she leads you to the room upstairs, she calls out, “Peter! MJ! Follow me!”

Soon enough, the four of you step into a bedroom with seven other people inside, including Flash. You notice Peter stiffen at the sight of him, and the way Flash eyed the poor boy like bait, so you take a seat on his right to shove his head to the side.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” he deadpans, scooting over to make room for four more people in the circle, “I see you’ve brought guests.”

“What?” You raise your brows at him, “We were studying and I wanted a brain break.”

“Sure.” Flash scoffs at you with a smirk as Peter takes a seat next to you, followed by MJ and Gwen.

“You all know how truth or dare works,” Brad Davis announces, grabbing the attention of the small group as he sets down an empty beer bottle in the middle, “Whoever this points to should choose between truth or dare and—“

“We get it, let’s play!” One shouts, earning a glare from Brad before he spins the bottle.

This went on for about half an hour, boisterous laughs echoed and stupid dares were done. Secrets have been spilled and some even shared their own personal struggles in life. You began to loosen up, and so did Peter and MJ, until the tip of the bottle lands on you.

“Dare.” You sucked in a breath in anticipation of the task, an unsettling feeling pooling in your stomach at the way Brad smirked at you. You knew you’d either be scarred for life or be the talk of the school the following week, and you hoped for the latter.

“I dare you,” he taunted, his eyes darting from you to the boy on your right, “to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

‘Oooh’s and ‘oh shit’s were exchanged as everyone around you except Peter, MJ, and Gwen laughed, already assuming who you’d choose.

“It’s just a dare, MJ.” One laughs, earning a middle finger from the girl herself.

“Pucker up, Parker.” Another teases, and you notice the state of shock Peter was in. He froze, looking at you with panic laced in his eyes as his cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

“Come on, Y/N, do it!”

You let out a shaky breath before leaning closer to Peter. Closer and closer until you pass him, locking eyes with a beautiful pair of brown ones. You hesitate for a split-second before closing the gap between you and MJ’s soft lips.

The whole room fell silent and everyone’s mouth fell agape. But you were too engrossed with the feel of her lips to notice. And to your absolute liking, MJ kisses back. You were about to move your lips until she pulls away, both your breathing becoming heavy. Peter’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, his chest heaving up and down as he stared at the two of you,

“What the fuck?”

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 4 years

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Nothin’ Big

A/N: The 12 Days of Christmas start on Christmas Day and go into the new year. But the 12 Days of Christmas Fics starts RIGHT NOW. Starting the countdown with the sweetest Mafioso that ever lived. This is MM Nick. There’s a “chapter 3″ floating around unfinished, and this little interlude to the main story comes chronologically after it, but luckily non-linear storytelling is a game i like to play, so out of order it is!

Word Count: 4,097

Prompt from: @its-my-little-dumpster-fire

“Just open it.”

“It’s not weird, it’s tradition.”

“I didn’t know what to get you. You’re not exactly easy to shop for.”

It was warmer in your drafty home than it had been since the weather turned. The heat still wasn’t working right, but for once you had all four burners on the stove going, and the tiny oven had been set to 375 all morning. The sweet smell of sugary confections filled the air as you pulled a batch of cookies from the center rack, setting the tray on top of the waiting trivets on the counter. Red, green and blue sprinkles covered the crisp, golden forms of trees, mittens and snowflakes, and you smiled as you slipped the quilted pot holders from your hands and stuck them into the pocket of your apron. Just need to finish the chocolate chip, then I can get dinner in and start cleaning up. You turned and grabbed the second tray, already loaded up with rounded dollops of dough, and placed it in the oven. The timer beeped as you set it for twelve minutes, the microwave chiming in to let you know that your coffee was once again an acceptable temperature. You grabbed your mug, a chipped ceramic snowman that was nearly as old as you were, noting the time as you took a sip of the warm nutty beverage. I’ve got three hours. Perfect.

Setting your coffee down, you started sliding the sugar cookies onto a sheet of tin foil so that they could cool. You’d admittedly gone overboard- one batch of cookies would have been more than enough, but you’d let yourself get carried away by the nostalgia of the beat up old recipe book, the stained apron and festive pot holders, ending up with two dozen each of the sugar cookies, chocolate chip, and oatmeal raisin that you’d made the night before. Gonna be eating cookies for breakfast lunch and dinner. You made a mental note to find the green tins in the closet upstairs so that you could fill them up and bring the leftover sweets in to work with you on Thursday. For tonight though, you’d pulled out the long glass tray etched with little reindeer that had once belonged to your grandmother. You ran your fingers over the design before arranging the cooled cookies, letting your mind wander back to Thanksgiving, and the start of this entire holiday hullabaloo.

.. .. .. .. .. .. ..

The wind lashed at the screens, causing them to buckle and knock against the glass panes, the windows shaking in their frames. You nestled deeper into the pile of blankets that you’d disappeared beneath, eyes shut tight as you sighed contentedly, pressing your cheek into the soft green pillowcase. Rain pattered against the roof, adding to the stormy symphony, the clouds contributing to the colorless sky. You loved sleeping through storms, especially on rare days off from work when you didn’t have to pull yourself from your cocoon before you were willing to do so. Normally your alarm would be blaring by 7am, alerting you that it was time to start your day, but turning your face to the clock on your side table, you pried one eye open just enough to see the bright red numbers reading 10:57. A sleepy smile pulled your lips upwards. Still so much time to sleep. You flipped your pillow, relishing the cool side as another strong gust rattled the glass and screens above your head.

But just as you felt yourself giving in to the waves of slumber that would take you back into dreams, your phone rang. It buzzed and vibrated against the wooden surface of your bedside table, causing you to jolt, nearly falling out of bed in a tangle of sheets and covers. What the- you groaned, slowly realizing that you’d forgotten to turn your phone on silent. You never got calls on your days off, so you didn’t bother to switch the setting before crawling into bed. Glancing at the phone clutched in your hand, you read the caller ID, blinking questioningly at it. Huh? What’s he calling me for? Sudden panic mixed with your sleepy confusion as you swiped your screen to answer.

“Hello?” Your heart pounded three times in the half beat it took him to respond.

He spoke your name in a sigh of relief. “Where are you? Ya good? Ya okay?” His questions tumbled out one after the next, accent thicker than you’d heard it in person.

“Nick? Yeah, of course I’m fine, what are you…what do you mean? What’s going on?” You raised yourself up on your knees and turned to peer through the curtains, nothing to see but a gray sky and a few seagulls swooping through it. “Why are you callin’ me?”

“You’re okay? You’re not…” he let out a heavy breath. “You’re not hurt or…or anythin’?”

His tone was only making you more nervous and unsure. Hurt? Why would he think that? “Nick, calm down. I’m fine. Where are you, what’s going on?” You sat back against your pillows, pulling your knees to your chest.

“I’m…at work. I’m outside, it’s,” you heard the rattle of the door handle as he tried to yank it open. “It’s locked and the lights are out. There’s no cars here. No one’s here and you usually are so…” The door rattled once more as he let it go. “So I wanted to make sure nothin’ happened.”

He was worried about me? You couldn’t really blame him, considering how things had gone only a few weeks before when you’d gone from cashbox girl to getaway driver to…whatever new label your latest antics had earned you. “Nothin’ happened, Nick, everything’s okay.”

He sighed again and you heard a soft thud, imagining him collapsing back against the locked door, that one section of hair falling in his face as he tucked his chin to his chest. “Okay. Okay, good, I… Okay…so where is everyone? No Steve? No Ralph?”

Pfft. I wish no Ralph, ever, that’s the dream. “No, Nick. No Steve, no Ralph, no me. Dockside’s closed today, it’s-“ The adrenaline had cleared the drowsiness from your brain, and it socked you in the gut that he had absolutely no idea why things weren’t operating like business as usual today. “Nick, it’s Thanksgiving. Even we close on Thanksgiving.”

He was silent for a few seconds, just the sound of the waves crashing against the vacant boat slips echoing in the background. The smaller sailboats and scuppers had all been plucked from the water to dry dock inland for the winter the week before, and soon enough the remaining ferries and large fishing boats would don festive lights and evergreen roping to usher in the Christmas season. “Shit,” he finally whispered. “Shit, I forgot about Thanksgivin’…” There was sadness in the silence as his sentence tapered off, and it sent a chill through your chest as the screen banged against the glass above your head. “I’m sorry, I- you probably have holiday plans and…and family an all that an-“

“I don’t.” You cut him off, biting your lip. “I uh…well, my plan was to sleep ‘til noon but some jerk had to call me and wake me up, so,” You gave a nervous laugh, hoping to erase whatever tension or uneasiness he was still feeling. “So I’m up now. Nothing planned but football and beer today if you wanna… I mean if you got nothin’ to do, you could come watch the games with me.” You said you’d be careful with this one. What are you doing inviting him here? You told yourself to shut up while you waited for his response.

He sniffed. “Yeah? You…you sure you don’t mind me crashin’ your party?”

Again that chill swam through your chest. He was trying to joke, but there was something there, something that sounded like loneliness and regret, and it was something you understood. Oh, Nick, of course I’m sure. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you were feeling just as lonely as he sounded, despite telling yourself over and over that you enjoyed the way that you spent your holidays, and company might just be the cure for that misery. “Yeah, I mean, don’t go expecting a turkey and stuffing and all that jazz or anything. I’m pulling out exactly zero stops here,” you paused and the sound of his chuckle chased some of that chill away. “But yeah, you’re welcome to join me. If you want.” You held your phone tightly to your ear, the backs of your earrings digging into the skin behind the lobes as you tried not to get your hopes up too much that he’d say yes.

“Alright,” he said a few hour long seconds later. “Alright, yeah, that’s…”

“Alright? That a yes, Nick?” You flung the sheets from the bed and stood, your free hand combing through your hair as you headed for a shower you wouldn’t have taken if it was just going to be you.

“Yeah,” he said, and you couldn’t help but grin at your reflection as you passed the long mirror hanging on your closet door. “Yeah, it’s a yes. Text me your address…I’ll see you for the games.” You were about to wrap up the conversation before hurrying to make yourself and your place presentable when he spoke your name, solidly, like it mattered. “Thank you. For doin’ this.”

.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

By the time you’d finished in the kitchen, plating everything on the festive dishware that hadn’t gotten any use in over a decade and cleaning up the inevitable mess that your cooking space became every time you made a foray into the culinary arts, it was nearly 3pm. You hung the apron you’d been wearing all morning and afternoon on the hook next to the fridge, and ran upstairs to change and freshen up, the steps creaking beneath your socked feet as you took them two at a time, the framed photos that lined the staircase blurring by the corners of your eyes.

You exchanged your oversized tee shirt and dark green flannel pajama pants for a bright red cable knit sweater that fell off your right shoulder and a pair of black jeans that clung to your hips and thighs. Smoothing your hands down over the material of your top and picking off a few stray pieces of lint, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Your hair had been pulled up and clipped in place, soft tendrils falling around your face, and you’d dug your green and silver droplet earrings out from the bottom of your jewelry box. They sparkled, light bouncing off of the emerald facets, but you opted not to do your makeup. This is still just… we’re just friends. This is just two people spending a holiday together, so they don’t have to do it alone. No need to… I don’t need lipstick for that.

The fact was that it had been becoming increasingly difficult to see Nick as just a friend, and impossible to see him as simply a co-worker. Whatever had changed that night when you’d helped him pull off his inaugural job for Steve had deepened at Thanksgiving, when he’d shown up at your door with two turkey subs and a side of mashed potatoes from Wawa. He’s such a good guy. How’d he ever get caught up in all’a this? You’d laughed as he brandished the bag and a grin, opening the door for him and wondering if he questioned the same about you.

.. .. .. .. .. ..

You were on your third beer and Nick his fourth, empty, crumpled wrappers and a few shreds of lettuce all that remained of your holiday meal, when the second game of the day cut away to the halftime show. Both of you had gotten comfortable on your well-worn couches, you curled up in the corner where the two sides formed an L shaped angle, and Nick sprawled out on the reclining portion, shoeless feet propped up on the extended foot rest. “S’a nice place,” he said, looking around the room while the game was on hold.

You laughed, a warm fuzzy tickle in your brain from the beer, and it yanked the corners of his mouth up into a smile that wrinkled the skin on the bridge of his nose. “No it’s not. It’s drafty and old and creaky. The pipes freeze, the heat’s toast, and –“

“Yeah,” he said, draping one arm over the back of the couch. “Maybe all that’s true. But it’s yours. And it’s,” he looked around at the few decorations and knick-knacks that defined the space, some old, some new, all of them having some kind of meaning. “It’s cozy. I dunno, feels,” he shrugged. “Feels homey.”

“That’s because it’s the only home I ever had,” you explained plainly, blinking at the eyelet lace that lined the curtains. You sighed, facing him with a small smile. “This is where I grew up. Pretty much everything you see has been here longer than…well longer than I have, actually.” The tickle in your brain faded and you felt a tug behind your ribs, reminding you of memories made and teasing you about the ones that would never come to fruition. Time for another round. You stood then, grabbing the deli wrappers and the empty potato container.

“Lemme help ya” he stood, swinging his legs over the side of the recliner and leaving it extended. In just half a step he was right next to you, so close that you could smell his cologne mixing with the beer on his breath. You could feel the warmth coming off his body, his socked feet only a few centimeters from your own, the heavily worn orange carpet tufting up in the space between. He bent down to reach for the wrappers, knuckles nearly brushing yours.

You turned, the paper and container in one hand and four empty bottles between the fingers of the other, to face him. “Nah, sit, I got this.” You looked up into his dark brown eyes, wondering if the chocolate in them was bittersweet. He tried to protest, swiping his hand over his hair as he opened his mouth, but you cut him off. “I said sit, Nick, guests don’t help.” And I need to pull myself together, here. “I’ll grab you a beer, ‘kay?”

He nodded, a sideways smile lifting one rounded cheek into his eye, lips twitching beneath the scruffy stubble. “‘Kay,” he did as he was told and sank back into his seat while you ducked into the kitchen. “Hey what’s this shelf up here for?” He called as you stuffed the trash into the can under the sink. “S’empty.”

You sucked in a breath as you reached for two more brown bottles in the fridge and thought about how to answer. The shelf in question ran the length of the wall above the couch from corner to corner, held up by carved maple brackets stained a rich amber color. “Uh, yeah.” You let the refrigerator door swing closed with a soft smack, and returned to the living room. Handing him his drink, you followed his eyes up to the one item on the shelf- a small snow globe depicting the lighthouses of the Outer Banks, the base sculpted to look like the crashing waves of the Atlantic.

Using the neck of your bottle, you pointed up to the lone trinket. “Used to be more of those…” you took a sip, the hoppy IPA doing nothing to dislodge the knot that unexpectedly formed at the memory of that shelf when it was full. “A lot more.” You finished, punctuating your thought with another swig.

You hadn’t turned around, but you could feel his intense eyes on you. “What happened to ‘em?”

Short answer? “They broke.” You blinked twice and gave a minute shake of your head to clear the images of shattered glass, your father’s desperate, tear stained face, the heartbreak in the vibrations of his vocal chords as he threw each one to the ground.

“All these goddamn perfect moments!” He grabbed two more pieces of your mother’s collection and hurled them downward, glittery liquid splashing over the floorboards. “All these perfect fuckin moments of hers and what good are they now?!”

You’d gotten him to stop in time to save the last one, a memento from a family vacation from a decade past- from before she’d gotten sick and lived vicariously through the memories trapped inside the crystal globes. It was all you had left that meant anything to you. You turned back to face Nick, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand before you did. “But what can you do, right? Things break.”

His forehead wrinkled as his brows gathered together. “Yeah,” he cleared his throat. “Things break.”

.. .. .. .. .. .. ..

At 3pm on the dot you heard his knuckles rap against the borders of your screen door. He’s here. Setting the last bowl on the table, you tugged at the sleeves of your sweater and headed for the door. He was standing on your front step, vapor puffing from his mouth as he let out a breath in the frosty winter air. As usual, he was dressed all in black, a stark contrast to the white sky, frozen blanket of crusty snow and unlit decorations all around him. He turned as he heard you opening the door, a smile on his face. “Merry Christmas Eve, Nick,” you greeted him, welcoming him in from the cold.

“Merry Christmas Eve to you too,” he responded, scraping his boots against the doorframe before entering your home. You let the screen swing closed and bolted the front door against the chill. When you turned back, he was looking at you with a shine in his dark eyes. “You look…” he gestured up and down your height. “You look nice. Real festive.”

You felt your cheeks flush and rolled your eyes inwardly at yourself. “Oh, thanks,” you mumbled through a smirk.

Nick looked around your living room, taking in the tree, lights, and other decorations before landing on the table in the dining room, laden with trays, dishes and serving bowls. “And all this is... “ He grinned with a small shake of his head.

“Go big or go home.” You shrugged and winked, reaching for the coat he’d just removed. The top lines of the ink on his neck peeked over the collar of his shirt, and you swallowed the flush before it made it to your cheeks this time. Stop it, will you? You can’t...he can’t… It was only after you’d hung his coat and you were about to offer him a glass of eggnog or a hot cider when you realized he was holding a small gift bag. “Nick,” you tilted your head as he extended his arm out to hand it to you. “What did you...you didn’t have to-”

He stepped closer and you curled your fingers around the gold ribbon handles, the contents of the bag shifting and feeling heavier than you assumed as he let go. “Just open it.” He cocked his head over towards the couch before taking a seat himself. You followed, sitting down beside him, leaving enough space between your thigh and his. “It’s nothin’ big or anythin’, just…”

You reached in, digging through the crumpled tissue paper. When your fingertips found a smooth, round surface, your heart skipped off rhythm. Is that..? Closing your grip around the round object, you pulled it from the gift bag. Oh, Nick. You turned the object over in your hands, the white glitter floating magically through the clear liquid and falling down around a bright green Christmas tree topped with a shiny gold star and surrounded by colorful gifts. “Nick…” you whispered his name, staring at the globe in your hands before lifting your eyes to his. “Nick, it’s…” He smiled and you couldn’t keep one from your own face, from your own heart. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

He shrugged. “Ah, your welcome, like I said, it’s nothin’ big, just...ya know,” he pointed to the shelf above where you sat. “Figured you’d wanna fill that back up.”

It’s huge, Nick. You don’t know how big that is to me. You stood on the couch cushion and placed his gift next to the lighthouse globe, catching a flush leaving his cheeks as you came back down. “Well, Tortano, you figured right.” You fixed the pillows, smacking a holiday throw as you stood back up. “And I actually…” you toyed with your earring before your hand fell behind your neck. “I did something for you, too.”

“What? C’mon you didn’t have ta get me nothin’, it’s nice enough you invited me over and-“

“Relax,” you laughed and held up your hands, palms facing him. “It’s not… it’s not a gift really. Not that you can open anyway. I still don’t know you that well, so I didn’t know what to get you. You’re not exactly easy to shop for.”

It was true, and it was by design. You and Nick shared very few personal details with one another. He knew you were estranged from your father but didn’t know why. You knew he had a brother but didn’t know where. Mostly, you kept things light, which was what both of you needed. But with each week that passed you felt things take on more and more weight. Like when he’d told you how much he’d miss spending Christmas Eve with his family this year; how he’d miss his cousins and brother, his aunts and his Nonna, all the food and the laughter. It would be the first one that he’d missed, and though he tried to shrug it off you could tell that it hurt him more than he was letting on.

.. .. .. .. .. ..

“Does your family do the six fishes thing?” You’d asked, trying to learn what you could about the man you’d just spent Thanksgiving with. “I always thought that was weird, but hey who’m I to judge?”

He’d been turning a bottle cap over in his long fingers, and he tossed it at you breaking into a grin. “It’s not weird, it’s tradition,” he protested. You laughed, swatting the small metal projectile away from your face. “And it’s seven, not six.”

.. .. .. .. .. ..

“So, yeah,” you gestured toward the dining room table and the array of seafood that sat atop the holly patterned tablecloth. Nick gripped the back of one of the chairs, staring at the spread. “It’s not much, but,” You’d stopped at the Fishery in Keyport and picked up two or three each of shrimp, crab legs, scallops, and mussels, as well as a filet of flounder and one of salmon. “I know it’s not like your family’s cooking but… traditions are important.”

He turned to you, mouth open and eyes wide. “You…” you watched him swallow the words that he couldn’t get out, then shake his head before dragging one hand down over his mouth, letting out a stunned burst of air. “This is amazing,” He finally said, not taking his eyes off of yours. A spark ignited in them as a slow, mischievous grin spread up his face. Here it comes. You’d been waiting for this moment, knowing it would make him laugh. “But I’m only countin’ six here.”

“Count again, Tortano,” you smirked, watching him scan the table, and knowing exactly when he’d found the seventh “fish” by the twitch of his lip and the crinkle near his eye. Between a pot of penne and a dish of green beans sat a small snack bowl full of goldfish crackers. You grabbed a small handful, tossing one at his chest and popping the rest in your mouth. “Seven fishes.”

In a moment that happened too quickly for either of you to stop it, he wrapped his arms around you, one behind your waist and the other draped over your shoulder. He pulled you tight against himself, so close that you had no choice but to lean your cheek against his chest. You found it easy to slip your arms around his torso and reciprocate the embrace. Too easy. “Merry Christmas”, you felt more than heard him say the words, and before you could respond he released you, his watch sliding back down his arm as it fell to his side.

Way too easy. “Merry Christmas, Nick.”

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Flour Girl {14} (Bucky x reader AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky.

Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings: none! Mild swearing?

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Heyooooo. Let’s go to the Farmer’s Market!!! :D Honestly, Central Park in the Autumn is something I’ve actually experienced and I loved it, so even just writing about it and imagining a Farmer’s Market there.... *swoon* :) Add in Bucky, and I would probably die. ha! I hope you’re ready for this! I’m excited to hear your thoughts, any feedback is appreciated! <3

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Sunday morning broke with clear skies and unusually high temperatures predicted; the makings of a gorgeous day. Since Thursday when Bucky proposed joining you at the Farmer’s Market, you’d continued to find each encounter you had with him more pleasant than the last. After the grocery store, you, of course, saw him at the Nest each morning, but he also happened to be at the bookstore where you went to browse and unwind Friday evening.

It turned out that you shared similar tastes in books and even had a lively discussion about who your favorite authors were. You each challenged the other to read something they normally wouldn’t and then planned to report back with thoughts on the books. That night as you tucked into bed with the book, you found yourself excited about the prospect of more time spent together. It all seemed to come out of nowhere, but you couldn’t deny the light flutterings of butterflies in your stomach at the thought of Bucky.

During those few days, you continued to hear from B, you both still maintaining that air of mystery. He was still as sweet as ever, confusing your heart and head along with the added newness of whatever was happening with Bucky. Both were mostly pushed out of your head on Saturday, since it was your busiest day of the week. You spent the early hours baking double what you did during the week so you could spend more time helping Wanda with customers.

That night after work, you were exhausted, so catching up on some TV followed by some reading before bed was all that was in the plans.

Sunday, you woke up surprisingly early, for a day that you actually had the option to sleep in. You made some breakfast and drank your coffee, then changing your outfit three times before you were satisfied. There really wasn’t any need for you to dress up, since Bucky had already seen you in your worst, sickest state, but part of you just wanted to gussy up a little, even more for yourself than for him.

Just before 9am, you decided to head out early and enjoy a leisurely walk to the park to spend time there until Bucky arrived. The weather was perfect as predicted, sun shining with a light breeze, and your sweater was just perfect for warmth. Settling on a bench, you pulled out your phone and replied to a ‘Good morning’ text you had received from B earlier.

FG: Good morning, Bernard! Happy Sunday. Plans for today? I’m enjoying a leisurely morning out in the sunshine.

B: I’m happy you’re taking the morning off! You work too hard. I’m enjoying quiet Sunday morning as well.

He followed that message shortly with a picture of a Belgian waffle with strawberries and whipped cream, probably purchased from a food truck that traveled around to different locations in the city. “Mmmm waffles” was his caption and you replied in turn with heart eyes and drooling emojis. Minutes later, he sent a link to a youtube video with the caption “Made me think of you.:)”, which caused your heart to skip a beat.

Plugging in your headphones, you slipped a bud in one ear and pressed play. The video was a clip of a stand-up comedian you had heard about, John Mulaney. He opened his monologue with a mention of how he ‘zones out’ often, which you had to admit was relatable, but he then shared an anecdote about the Beatles, how none of them had mustaches and then suddenly they all had mustaches. At that point, you were laughing near the point of hysterics. For the sake of strangers nearby, you tried your best to laugh quietly with a hand over your mouth.

Eventually, you began to calm down and the video ended, so you returned to the message and typed out a reply.

FG: Oh my god, I should not have watched that in public. I think I hurt myself from holding in the laughter.

You hit send with a crying/laughing emoji. Those three dots popped up and you waited for a reply, but when you saw it arrive, your breath caught in your throat.

B: I’d give anything to hear you laugh.

Frozen in shock, you blinked, noticing the three bouncing dots as he continued to type. What the hell did that mean? He wanted to hear you laugh…as in…what? The anticipation was fraying your nerves so when the message popped up, you read it eagerly.

B: FG…could we meet? I know what happened last time was awful and I had no intention of hurting you, then or now. I swear to you that if you give me another chance, I will move mountains to be there. I’d like to explain everything and I would prefer to do it in person. What do you say?

Staring at the open message, you read it over and over again until the words began to blur before your vision. Was he serious? After all this time, suddenly he was making promises again? Part of you wanted to instantly say yes and take the leap, but reason and previous rejection held you back. Why now? What had changed? You had believed him last time when he said he wanted to meet, so you weren’t so quick to trust this time.

Unsure of how long you had been staring at the message, you must have been lost in your thoughts because suddenly a hand was waving in front of your face to gain your attention.

“Y/N?”

Jolting to the present, you followed the hand and looked up to see Bucky standing before you with a mildly concerned smile upon his face. He looked really good, you noticed right away. Dressed casually in well-fitting jeans and boots matched with a t-shirt and button-up plaid, then topped with a leather jacket, you gawked for a moment too long before answering.

“Hi! Sorry, I, uh…sorry,” you apologized profusely while locking your phone, shaking off the message still imprinted behind your eyes. “Just got caught up in something. How are you?”

Bucky laughed lightly as you stood up from the bench. “I’m good, how’ve you been?”

“Not bad,” you replied reflexively. “It’s a gorgeous day to be in the park. Shall we?”

“Absolutely,” he said, gesturing for you to lead the way. “This weather is insane. It almost feels like Spring in October.”

“Right?” you exclaimed, smiling brightly. “I’m not complaining.”

Small talk continued for a few minutes as you walked, then touching on work and how both bakeries were busy and doing well. Bucky then asked about how and why you decided to open City Sweets. You opened up more about baking with your mom before she passed and you feeling at home and closer to her in the kitchen. You went to college for a few semesters, but couldn’t settle on a major that interested you. Always returning to the idea of baking, you ended up taking a culinary course for some professional lessons and then worked wherever you could to gain experience.

The wish of opening your own bakery kept drifting to the forefront of your mind, so after taking a few business classes and coming up with a business plan, you made the leap using the money your mom had gifted you upon her death. It was one of the hardest, most stressful things you had ever done, but also the most rewarding. City Sweets was almost a year old. You were finally starting to make a profit and you hoped that it would continue to grow and blossom in the future.

Realizing how long you had been talking, you shifted the subject to Bucky. “What about you? What made you want to major in business?” you asked as you kept walking, the Farmer’s Market a few hundred yards ahead.

Bucky was silent a moment, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “Um…I don’t know, really. I mean, I grew up helping my dad at the bakery and he always wished he’d had more business experience before he started. Most of the time it was just trial and error for him. So, I kind of just fell into it. I didn’t have a strong desire to major in something, so business seemed as good as any. I think that might be why I was so jealous of you when we first met,” he admitted, catching your eye.

Reeling toward him in shock, your jaw dropped. “What? You were jealous of…me? Why?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Because…you found your passion and you went after it. I think you’re doing an amazing job, too. Even from a business perspective, I mean, you’re in a good location with foot traffic, the bakery is cozy but not too small, you’ve branched out to wholesale deliveries, and from what I can tell, your ingredients quality to food cost ratio seems ideal. All within the first year, that’s impressive,” Bucky beamed at you, his gaze then moving toward the market as you two approached.

You took in his words, nearly speechless a moment from his kindness and positive overview of the bakery. “I, um….thank you. That means a lot to me, Bucky,” you quietly replied, almost overcome with emotion.

He just nodded. “Well deserved. I’m just sorry that I made you doubt that because of my own insecurities. I can’t apologize enough, Y/N,” Bucky said sincerely, pausing just before you reached the displays of fresh vegetables.

Pausing as well, you turned toward him and held his gaze a moment longer than usual. “I forgive you, Bucky,” you told him, knowing in your heart that you meant it.

Hearing the explanation of his previous behavior and seeing how much your interactions together had changed over the past few weeks, you held no more resentment for him. It took too much energy to hold a grudge, anyway.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he replied gently, feeling a spark of something between you as you held his gaze.

The moment passed, though, as he glanced at the first produce stand, breaking eye contact. You finally took a look around as the gentle breeze rustled through the treetops. The sound mixed with music that you previously hadn’t noticed and as it registered, you thought back at the video that B had sent the other day. He hadn’t been far from where you currently stood that day. Lost in your thoughts, Bucky’s voice broke through them.

“Y/N?” he prompted, apparently not for the first time because he had an amused, patient smile on his face. “Are you okay?” Bucky asked, noticing your distracted nature.

“Yeah!” you replied, a little too loudly. “Um…yeah, I’m good. Sorry.”

Shaking your head, you walked to the table of produce and marveled at the colors and freshness.

“Oooh, beets,” you cooed, picking up a bunch of the red root vegetable with green stalks still attached. “I’ve been thinking about using more natural forms of food coloring at the bakery and I’ve heard beets are good for that. What do you think?” you asked in anticipation, glancing Bucky’s way.

He smiled at your enthusiasm. “Yeah, I’ve heard that too. I think it’s a great idea,” Bucky agreed, picking up a head of lettuce.

The morning passed, finding yourself enjoying Bucky’s company as you perused the table of each vendor selling their wares. You felt the happiest you had in a long time, finding a lightness and comfort as you talked and laughed with Bucky. Sometime later, you turned down the street toward the area where crafts were sold when you spotted a familiar food truck. Stopping mid sentence, you wandered forward and confirmed that yes, this was indeed where he had been according to the sign.

B had been here in this very spot, holding a waffle. It had been over an hour since his message, but you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing around at the people, wondering if perhaps he was still there. You had no way of knowing, but still…

“Y/N? Did you hear me?”

“Hm?” you quickly replied, blinking.

“I asked if you wanted a waffle. Where did you go just then?” he asked with more concern this time. “What’s going on with you? If you want to cut the morning short, that’s okay, but—“

“No!” you nearly shouted, then feeling terrible about your behavior. You didn’t want to say goodbye, but your attention seemed to be split despite efforts to remain in the moment. “I mean… it’s not that. It’s not you, I’m so—“

“Don’t apologize again,” Bucky kindly interrupted. “You don’t have to, it’s just…you can talk to me if you want to,” he offered sweetly.

You felt your resolve crumbling, wondering if Bucky would mind if you mentioned another guy or if he would just find it odd for you to be corresponding with a stranger. Biting your lip, you rolled it around in your head and came to the conclusion that you might as well get a second opinion on this mess. If he wasn’t as understanding as you expected, then at least you would know his character a little better. Taking a few steps, you settled in a chair at a small table outside the Belgian waffle food truck and gestured for Bucky to do the same.

Taking a deep breath, you began. “It’s kind of a long, weird story…”

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You sat in silence a moment, allowing Bucky to process what you had just finished sharing. It sounded crazy, even to your own ears, but Bucky had become a friend somehow over the past few weeks and it seemed like he truly wanted to know what was on your mind. Fiddling with the bag of vegetables resting on the table, you waited until he was ready to respond.

“Wow,” Bucky finally spoke, his gaze off in the distance. “That’s quite a unique way to meet someone.”

You scoffed at that with a shrug. No point in denying it.

“So…you like this guy? Even though you don’t know anything about him?” he asked gingerly, brow furrowed.

Letting out a sigh, you thought about it for the hundredth time and came up with the same answer. “Yeah. I think I do. Is that crazy?”

He shrugged this time. “I don’t know. Crazier things have happened. I can’t think of any at the moment, but…”

You chuckled at that and gave him a playful shove.

“Sorry, sorry,” he replied with a laugh. “But you’re willing to give him another chance, even after he stood you up? No wonder you blew up at me that day at the Nest, by the way. I’m sure I just made a bad situation worse.”

Feeling a warmth in your face, you spoke up. “I really shouldn’t have, I—“

“No, no,” he gently interrupted. “No need to apologize, I needed that wakeup call.”

Smiling gratefully, you thought about his previous question. “I know it might seem naive of me, but…I don’t know. I guess I just want to find out for sure if he is who I imagine him to be. If somehow I’m disappointed once again, then at least I’m not left wondering. I just don’t want to go through life with regrets, you know?”

Bucky was silent again, the corners of his mouth curving upward. “Yeah. That’s a good point. I don’t think it’s naive of you to think the best in other people. It’s a great quality, actually,” he complimented as he placed a hand on top of yours resting on the table.

You felt that electricity again, meeting his gaze for a lingering moment. Opening your mouth to speak, you were interrupted by an alert from your phone. Reluctantly, you retrieved your hand and searched through your bag for the device. A previously set alarm had gone off and suddenly you noticed the time.

“Oh, no. I have to get back to the bakery,” you told him regretfully as you stood and gathered your bags.

“Of course,” Bucky replied, getting to his feet. “I’ll walk with you.”

Grateful that your revelation hadn’t ruined your morning outing or time with Bucky, you nodded with a smile.

“Okay.”

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Stepping off the subway at your intended stop, you climbed the stairs up to street level. This wasn’t a part of the city that you visited often, but it was a nice change of scenery. Nervously wiping damp hands on your jeans, you crossed the street and headed for your destination.

After your lovely and unexpected morning with Bucky in the park on Sunday, he walked you home and you unlocked the bakery after saying goodbye. Your mind was a mess of thoughts as you went about your usual tasks of setting up chairs, brewing coffee, and baking fresh pastries to sell for the day. No deliveries on Sundays, so it was less of a rush to get everything ready. By 11am, you turned over the sign to read “Open” and the work day officially began.

You didn’t mind manning the shop on your own on Sundays. The atmosphere was much more relaxed and the weekend crowd seemed to enjoy lingering with their coffees and croissants. There was a lull in business for half an hour and during that time, you nearly drove yourself crazy trying to decide how to respond to B. Your talk with Bucky had helped, but there was still a lot to consider.

Finally, you pecked out a reply and quickly hit send before you could rethink it.

FG: One more chance. I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me regret it.

He replied quickly, which you were grateful for. The wait was always the worst.

B: I won’t, I promise. I hope I can make it up to you. Tell me when. But would you mind if I chose the where?

Puzzled, you thought it over and settled on Tuesday afternoon. The bakery usually wasn’t terribly busy and it gave you some time to prepare to be gone later that day. When B told you where he wanted to meet, you were surprised, but also intrigued. As far as recognizing one another, the same rule applied, so you dug out the crumpled Beatles t-shirt you had thrown in the closet after the previous incident and put it in the wash.

Now, as you wore the shirt with jeans and a jacket, you felt the butterflies in your stomach with each step. Approaching the notable area where B had asked you to meet him, your eyes grew wide at the beautiful buildings that housed some of the greatest artists and performers in the city. The Square was enclosed on three sides by beautiful, glass-covered and columned buildings that offered an air of sophistication. Per his instructions, you headed for the center of the square where a fountain resided.

Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts was the home to the New York Philharmonic, the Metropolitan Opera, the New York City Ballet, and the New York City Opera. It was also adjacent to the Juilliard School where many of the greatest musicians and artists were taught. This area of the city was incredible and awe-inspiring, especially if one was lucky enough to get tickets to such an event. However, in the afternoon, it was mostly filled with tourists, which is why you were all the more curious about why B chose this spot.

People were milling about and taking pictures as you heard a string quartet playing a classical music piece. The group of young musicians were loosely surrounded by a crowd and a cello case was open with bills and coins dropped inside. Starving artists and all that. Just as you were about to sit down beside the fountain, the song changed and you froze. You knew that tune. You’d know it anywhere.

Ah, look at all the lonely people…

You heard the lyrics in your head, recognizing it as “Eleanor Rigby” by The Beatles. Stunned, you turned toward the sound and slowly began to approach the quartet. You watched them, mesmerized, until you heard your name being called. It was the last thing you expected to hear, so it took a moment for it to register. Turning around, you followed the voice and saw…him.

Confused, you took a step forward and opened your mouth to speak before you looked down and saw the t-shirt he was wearing. The Rolling Stones.

In that moment, it all came together in your head and the blood drained from your face.

“You?”

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Part 15>>

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Ahhh!!! Cliffhanger!!! I know, I know, I’m sorry. I think we all know who B is, but a little more waiting until we find out her reaction. What would you think if he brought you all the way out to Lincoln Square with a stringed quartet and everything?? Hmmm. It’s about to go down, you guys. :D Wasn’t that walk through the Farmer’s Market lovely? That conversation about “B” was kinda meta, though. heh. At least Bucky didn’t confirm or deny anything! I think he really did want to hear straight from her mouth that she was falling for him. Kinda. ;) Please let me know your thoughts!! Any and all feedback is appreciated! I adore you guys. Thank you. <3

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wedding dress | kim jungwoo

Warnings: Fighting Genre: Fluff with a some Angst Word Count:10.1k A/n: This is the longest thing i've ever written. Im not even sure if its good or even makes sense. I just feel like the reader and Jungwoo didn't bond much but my friend said she really liked the story anyway so il go ahead and post it. I might delete this later. Oh and sorry Doyoung XD Definitely spelling and grammar errors, if you spot any please let me know

Your grip tightened on the pillow, you squeezed it like your entire life depended on it. The air seemed to be thick with tension. The longer you two went without saying another the more you felt heavy. You looked around your apartment, the place that normally felt so warm and welcoming felt foreign. It didn’t feel like your home anymore, it felt like a trap.

“Y/n” Doyoungs stern voice snapped you out of your trance. Never once had you heard him sound so hurtful.

“Did you even listen to a thing I said? God stop being such an idiot,” Doyoung snapped at you. He sighed, tapping his feet rapidly against the ground. Your heart clenched in pain, his words echoed in your head making you feel sick.

“I was listening. Doyoung,, I,, I thought you loved me?” You squeaked out, afraid to look him in eyes.

Doyoung shook his head “I did, at least I thought I did. For a while, I pretended to still be happy but I can’t keep doing this anymore. As I said, I’ll pack up my stuff and move in with a friend,” Doyoung causally talked about the breakup like it really didn’t matter to him. More than anything you started to feel your anger bubble up.

“Did this relationship mean nothing to you? I just,, I can’t believe you! After 3 years together your breaking up with me like this relationship meant absolutely nothing to you,, and,, and the wedding? I already have my dress and it’s already planned. What am I supposed to tell everyone!” Your voice raised with every word.

Doyoung scoffed at you “Simple, we will cancel it. You can return the dress. It’s not that big of a deal,” he didn’t answer your question instead he made your relationship out to be nothing. It started to be overbearingly painful to continue to hold back your tears. You finally let loose, the hot tears cascaded down your cheeks.Your cheek bone felt like they were throbbing.

“Is there someone else?” You finally asked what had been on your mind all night. Doyoung seemed taken back by your words. He stared at you in surprise. His silence was physically suffocating. You started to choke on your tears, coughing a few times you waited for his reply.

Hesitantly he nodded his head “You’re smarter than I thought you were,” he pointed out.

“Oh god,, why? Who is it Doyoung!! Who is it!” You demanded, still in tears. You took a step forward and clung to the kitchen counter with all your might. Your knees felt like they were gonna give out.

“I fell in love with her the minute I laid eyes on her. I’ve seriously never seen someone so beautiful. It was really refreshing. I thought back to you and I never felt the spark. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, I mean, I had just proposed. One turned into two and then eventually it became an every Thursday thing. With Jieun I feel alive,” Doyoung passionately described his secret love affair with Jieun.

“Jieun?” You asked in reassurance. Jieun was the new intern at your work, she was a sweet and cute looking young girl.

“Are you kidding me? She is practically a kid, Doyoung,” your entire body started to shake. Finally, your knees gave out, Doyoung took a few steps forward and caught you In his arms beige you could hit the ground. It felt nice to be in his warm embrace for the last time.

You quickly came to your senses, pushing him away as hard as you could you yelled “Go away!! Just fucking leave, I don’t want to see your face again,” you started pushing on his chest. Doyoung grabbed your hand and looked into your red and puffy eyes

“Calm down. I need you to tell me that you won’t tell anyone I cheated?” Doyoung wanted to make one thing clear. You bit your lip to hold back even more tears, Doyoung only cared about his image.

“Fine but under one condition. We tell everyone that I called off the engagement, it will make me feel better.” You did your best to sound stern. If Doyoung was going to break up with you for another girl 2 months before you were going to get married you didn’t want anyone to know the truth.

Doyoung smiled and lightly laughed “Yeah that’s perfectly fine! I’m so glad that you have a simple mind. Well if that’s it then I’m gonna grab some of my things and leave. I’ll pack up my stuff while you are at work this way we don’t have to see each other.” He patted your shoulder and left for your previously shared bedroom.

You stared at the cold tile floor, all your happy memories with Doyoung flashed in your head. From the time when you first saw him to the time when he first asked you out. You could remember the joy of Doyoung returning your feelings. You lightly giggled when you remembered the feeling of your heart bursting in joy when you saw him on one knee. Doyoung walked out of the room, sending a message on his phone.

He looked up at you and met your gaze “Thank you for being so understanding,” he awkwardly waved before slipping on his shoes and leaving. Like he hadn’t just ripped your heart out and stepped on it.

“Hey Kim Dongyoung,,you’re a heartless monster,” your voice was wobbly as you were on the verge of tears once more. “I guess they do say that the hottest love has the coldest end,” your vision blurred with hot tears. “Why did you have to leave me? Couldn’t you see how much I loved you!” You screamed, grasping at your hair. Angrily you started jumping up and down, loud sobs echoing through the empty and barren feeling apartment.

The place that was once full of love and warm was now dead and cold. “Do you know much money I spent on the wedding? Oh my god, the wedding. What am I gonna do?” You started to panic and rambled to yourself about all of the problems that you were suddenly realizing. “Fuck!” You screamed, grabbing the pillow that your fist clenched and chucked it at the wall.

A wave of exhaustion washed over you. Your body acted before your mind did. You pushed open the bedroom door and stared at the empty king sized bed. The room still had a lingering scent of him. Glancing towards the closet you admired his clothes that were still here. Sniffling a little you pulled one of his hoodies off of the hanger. Slipping your shirt off over your head you put on his hoodie. Hugging it close to your body it felt like he was hugging you one last time. Yawning you felt another wave of exhaustion wash over you. Crawling in the bed you rested on what was normally his side. “Why did you have to leave me, Doyoung? Why?” Your body started to shake with tears. No one around to comfort you, even when you told everyone the wedding had been called off you still wouldn’t have anyone to comfort you. No one would know the truth except for Doyoung, Jieun and you. The last thing you saw before you drifted off into sleep was Doyoungs adorable bunny smile.

Rolling over to your other side you continued to lay in bed. If someone had walked in on you right now they would think they discovered a dead body. Which honestly was true, at this point you felt dead and emotionless. How could Doyoung so casually break up with you when just a year ago he was proposing? You held your mouth shut and started to scream, your body took over and you flailed around the bed like a fish out of water.

“Asshole,” you yelled, grabbing a pillow off the end you chucked it at his side of the closet. Your knotted hair momentarily blocked your vision, reminding you that you were long overdue for a shower. For about 7 days you had done nothing but cry in bed and eat. Blindly reaching for your phone you attempted to find it. When you finally felt the hard case, you pressed the home screen and checked the time. The bright screen caused you a great deal of pain. You managed to make out that you had over 23 missed calls, all from Johnny and Yuta. A text message caught your eye “Y/n!!! We! Need! To! Talk!” from Johnny. You read, realizing that Doyoung had probably told them already.

You tossed your phone to the side and thought back to the wretched night. How calm you had seemingly been when he left. Part of you was so upset and distraught at Doyoung for breaking up with you when you were to be married but another part of you didn't care. It felt nice to not be with him because deep down inside you knew that your feelings for Doyoung had faded the past few months, you loved him but not as much as you could have. Sighing you sent Johnny a quick text “Yeah, we do.”

“It was a mutual decision but I was the one who initiated it. We just realized that we weren’t meant for each other,” you explained to Johnny and Yuta with a fake smile. It was hard to act so bravely, you didn’t want to leave the house today but Johnny called you saying he heard from Doyoung that you guys broke up about a week ago. You had spent that whole week laying in your tear stained bed feeling sorry for yourself.

“Are you serious? So what are you gonna do with the wedding stuff?” Yuta asked curiously.

He scanned you up and down, trying to search you for any hint of a lie. You gave them both a smile “I decide that I’m gonna donate it all!” You took a sip of your vanilla tea and watched their reactions closely.

“All of it? But you spent so much on it,” Johnny pointed out with his mouth agape.

“Yeah, but I was lucky enough to be able to afford all of it. Someone girl out there is about to get married but doesn’t have the money for all the super expensive stuff. I want to give back,” you looked around you. The cafe was filled with a lot of people today. A young couple caught your eye, they looked so happy and in love.

“Don’t believe it all. He might be cheating on you,” you yelled at them in your head. “You’re such a nice person. I’m going to be honest, I’m really shocked that you called off the wedding. Doyoung really loved you. I’m sad.” Yuta lightly laughed, not realizing the drastic pain his words shot to your heart.

Johnny nodded his head “Did he beg for a second chance?” Johnny made the entire situation worse.

“No. It was a mutual feeling.” Your words held no emotion behind them, you felt dead while telling them the lie you had spun for the sake of yours and Doyoungs pride. Johnny and Yuta exchanged a look before nodding.

“Doyoung was really upset, wasn’t he? And he wanted you to tell everyone it was mutual, didn’t he?” Yuta and Johnny thought they had cracked the code. Except the only thing they cracked was your feelings.

“As much as I wish I could stay and gossip longer I have some errands to run. So if you don’t mind I’ll be taking my leave,” you quickly grabbed your things and left. You didn’t even spare them a second glance, just like Doyoung did to you. A vibration from your phone caused you to open it “Are you kidding me Y/n? Doyoung was such a good guy, how dare you call off the engagement!” Your sister texted. You started to cry as you stared at the bright screen.

The words echoing in your head “Doyoung wasn’t as good of a guy as you all thought!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. A few passersby stared at you with wide eyes before they started to whisper amongst themselves. “Whatever,” you sent back not even caring what she thought of you at this point. “Why am I the bad guy? This isn’t what I intended,” you mumbled to yourself. “Doyoung is the real bad guy,” you added before finally arriving at the bus stop. You glanced up at the sky which was now greying. “I’ll just run some errands tomorrow. I want to sleep,” you sat down on the bench at waited for it to arrive.

Your eyes blurred once more with burning tears. You were about to wipe with your hand them when someone held a handkerchief in front of you. Glancing up at the wonder of the hand you locked eyes with a gentle brown color. He shook his hand and glanced at the handkerchief. Most of his face was covered with a scarf but you could still make out his soft features. You slightly smiled before grabbing the handkerchief. More tears started to fall at the kindness of this stranger “thank you and I’m so sorry to bother you,” your voice broke. The stranger's eyes widened “You aren't bothering me, if you were I wouldn’t have done anything,” he pointed out. He lowered his scarf so you could hear him. You folded the handkerchief and stretched out to hand it back to him. You locked eyes with him once more and you felt your heart rate pick up speed. He gave you an adorable gummy smile and took it back.

“I hope whatever has made you upset will pass,” he smiled, placing the handkerchief back in his pocket. “Thank you. Your kindness is appreciated,” you said before a dark blue bus pulled up. You stood up and sent the kind stranger a look. He shook his head and waved goodbye “Bye-“ you waited for him to say his name. “Jungwoo,” He introduced. “Bye Jungwoo and thank you, I’m Y/n” you slowly started to enter the bus. “Bye Y/n I hope your day gets better,” he managed to say before the bus driver shut the door. The driver sent you a scary glare. You hurriedly sat down in a seat and watched Jungwoo as the bus pulled away.

You stared down at the ripped piece of paper in your hand. The address was the same as the building in front of you. Pushing open the door you looked around. After a few seconds, you found the counter.

“Excuse me?” You asked approaching the coworkers. They both turned around to face you at the same time. You gasped a little when you locked eyes with Jungwoo. “Oh,” he said while staring at you. “How can we help you, miss?” The other one asked without noticing anything.

You looked at his name tag before speaking up “Hello Lucas. I want to donate this dress but I wanted to make sure that it gets sold for a low price,” you shook your head and pushed aside all your embarrassment from Jungwoo watching you return your wedding dress.

“Oh god. Are you sure? This dress looks really expensive and new?” Lucas boldly said while taking the dress from you.

He looked it up and down and sent you another look “Yeah. Can you guys please sell it for a low price?” You asked again wanting to make sure the dress could be sold at a cheap price.

“Uh yeah. We sure can. May you please out this form,” Lucas handed you a light blue form and a pen.

The whole time Jungwoo never said anything which kinda scared you. You didn’t know why you cared so much what Jungwoo thought of you but you did. Jungwoo stared at you with sad looking eyes. “All it asks is why you are returning and a few other things,” Lucas continued to perfectly do his job. Jungwoo just stood there in silence.

You quickly filled out the form and sighed it. “Well if that’s it then I’ll be taking my leave,” you quickly handed Lucas the form and rushed out of the store. You felt like crying under Jungwoos intense stare.

“Wow. I wonder why she is returning a brand new wedding dress?” Lucas said while admiring the dress. Jungwoo looked at it and sighed “I think I know why,” Jungwoo spoke, connecting the pieces together.

Lucas made a weird sound and turned to look at his quiet coworker “Well spill the beans dude. You can’t just say that and not tell me, man!” Lucas yelled and hit Jungwoos chest in a playful manner.

“Why else would someone be returning a brand new dress! Her wedding was probably called off for whatever reason,” Jungwoo stared at the door almost waiting for you to appear again.

“Oh shit, you right. I wonder why?” Lucas questioned, also looking towards the door.

“I don’t have the answer to that,” Jungwoo simply said before going back to what he was doing before you came. He did his best to focus but your image was clouding his mind. He couldn’t help but wonder, why did your wedding get called off?

It’s not like you actually wanted to go back, you just had a few more things to donate. You silently prayed that Jungwoo would be there again, or Lucas. It would be rather embarrassing see them 2 days in a row, both times you donating your old wedding stuff. You looked down at the big tote bag to make sure that you had everything you wanted. It was a bunch of simple decorations, like the table toppers and a few rief like objects. Pushing open the door you immediately looked at the counter.

“Welcome back!” Lucas greeted, you felt your cheeks burn red at the way he greeted you. Jungwoo turned around and faced you, he gave you that adorable gummy smile that had been in your head for the past few days and waved. “Hi,” you quietly said, approaching the counter once more.

Jungwoo had already grabbed the form and a pen for you. You reached out to grab them, your fingers over so slightly brushing against each other. Like they describe in the books and movies, you felt a spark of a foreign emotion shoot through your whole body. Both you and Jungwoo momentarily stopped what you were doing.

It wasn't until Lucas spoke up “So what you got this time?” that you finally came to your senses. Pulling away from Jungwoo you sent Lucas a small smile. “Decorations, this should hopefully be the last time you see me,” you told them the truth. Jungwoos mouth fell open. He wanted to say something, ask for your number at least, but he knew that you recently called off a wedding and he wanted to be a gentleman. “Why did your wedding get called off?” Lucas asked without missing a beat. Jungwoos eyes widened and he turned to face Lucas with an absolutely dumbstruck look on his face. Lucas felt Jungwoos intense gaze on him and he turned to face the older boy “What?” Lucas asked, confused.

You started to laugh at the interactions between the two. Despite the fact that they were coworkers they seemed to be really good friends. You scoffed and thought back to the old intern, Jieun. She seemed like such a sweet and innocent young girl. All of the things you did for her when she told you that she and her boyfriend broke up you let her stay at your house for 2 weeks. Were her and Doyoung lying and secretly using the opportunity to hook up? In your own home? You felt your stomach churn at the thoughts, you don't want to say it but you knew it was probably true.

Lucas looked back at you with his doe eyes, he was clearly waiting for your response. You stopped writing and looked back up at him “We just weren't meant to be,” you simply said. You tried to keep your answer as vague as possible. It was at the point that if you told another person that “you” called off the wedding you would probably break down in tears. It was tiring to tell everyone your lie and have them immediately take Doyoungs side and yell at you for being a bitch.

Jungwoo bit his lip, he thought for a moment and decided to speak “As long as you're happy. It isn't good to hold things back,” Jungwoo didn't realize how much his words actually applied to you. You awkwardly laughed “Yeah,, I'm getting there,” you honestly told them. Sliding the form and pen back across the counter you handed Lucas the bag and turned to leave. Jungwoo reached his hand out, like you were going to see it, and watched you leave. You stopped at the door for a split second, it was oddly weighing you down to have to leave Jungwoo once more. You shook your head and raised a hand to wave goodbye. Quickly you pushed open the door and were greeted by the sharp cold wind. You sighed and made your way to the bus stop. Jungwoos bright smile ingrained in your head.

Dragging your feet you prepared yourself for your boss to probably fire you. You stopped in front of the small cafe and wanted to throw yourself off of a bridge. Jieun better be glad that she didn't intern here anymore, otherwise you probably would have poured coffee over her head. Straightening your shoulders you put on a smile and pushed open the glass door. The above rang and your coworkers looked at you like they had seen a ghost.

“You're back!” one of them beamed while running over to hug you. “I heard what happened, I'm so sorry,” they added, giving you a tighter hug. You lightly chuckled and hugged back. “Sorry that I kinda abandoned you guys, I needed a little time to recover,” you said.

“That's reasonable, you just called off your wedding that you had been raving about for weeks,” your bosses stern voice echoed through the cafe. You felt your blood run cold but her words didn't seem to have any malicious intent to them,,, they seemed genuinely caring.

“I know its a little odd but there was a lot going on behind the scene,” you tried to explain without telling them the truth. Your boss and coworkers simply nodded. “Well L/n you'll have a lot to make up for while you were gone. I expect you to be working extra hard, got it?” she turned her back and prepared herself to go back to the office. You nodded your head so fast you got light headed “Understood,” you jokingly saluted making your coworker laugh. You boss slightly smiled before wiping it off and returning to the office. You rushed to the break room and put on your apron and name tag.

Returning back you got to work like you hadn't been gone for 2 weeks. The workday went by as it normally would, you were already feeling tired but you kept the smile on your face and focused on making the correct orders. The bell rang and you turned to greet the customer. “Hi welcome-” you stopped speaking and stared like a deer in the headlights. Lucas beamed once he saw you and Jungwoo scratched the back of his neck.

“Wow Y/n this must be fate!” Lucas boosted, not realizing that you and Jungwoo had met before you two did. Jungwoo laughed at his younger friend words. He cocked his head to the side when he thought about Lucas's words, it was a little odd that you happen to meet on the street, at his work, and now at your work. “I guess so,” you joke while preparing yourself for their orders.

Your coworkers looked between you three “Hey Y/n you gonna tell me who these hotties are orrrr?” you coworker nudged and whispered in your ear. You felt a pang in your heart at her words “Uh, this is Jungwoo and Lucas, I just recently met them,” you half-assedly said. “Nice to meet you two I'm-” you but your coworker off from introducing herself and asked, “How may I take your orders?” Your co-worker didn't see anything wrong with you cutting her off and she started to laugh, thinking that you were doing it as a joke.

Lucas gave you his big smile and glanced at the menu “Yeah, can I get a double chocolate chip frappe?” he asked. You nodded your head and punched that in, glancing at Jungwoo you blushed when you saw he was already looking at you. You both awkwardly looked away. Coughing Jungwoo started to speak “Yeah uh,, may I get ultra caramel frappe?” he gave you a nervous smile. You nodded your head and punched it in the machine “Will that be all?” you asked. They both nodded, Jungwoo swiped his card, paying for both the orders. They left to sit at a table and wait.

You decided in that moment that you were going to make the best frappes they had ever had. You worked diligently to make sure that the drinks would taste amazing, you even added a little extra chocolate chip to Lucas’ and caramel to Jungwoos. Calling their name you smiled as they walked up to collect their drinks. “So you work here?’ Jungwoo asked while mentally cursing himself for asking such a stupid question. Lucas whipped is head to look at Jungwoo with a dumbfounded look. You giggled at Jungwoos nervous face and nodded “Every Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday!” you told him your work days in hopes that maybe he’d visit. “Really? I'll make sure to come when you're working,” Jungwoo smiled gently at you. His cheeks turned a light pink in happiness.

Lucas looked between you two before looking like he was realizing something. “Alright Y/n, as much as Jungwoo would love to stay and talk we have to get back to work. Oh and thanks for the dinks, man, they taste amazing,” Lucas laughed at his own words and started to leave the shop. Jungwoo shot Lucas a betrayed look before waving goodbye to you. “Bye Y/n, have a wonderful work day,” Jungwoo said his goodbyes and followed Lucas out of the door. You watched him leave with a content smile. Your co-worker gave you a confused look “Oh my god Y/n don't tell me you called off the wedding because you fell for someone else?” she asked with her mouth agape. You whipped your head to her and gave her a dark stare “I didn't call off the wedding because I liked someone else, I'm not that low,” you didn't mean for your voice to come out as dark, it just did. She seemed to take the hint and went back to work while whistling. You felt bad for snapping but you weren't having any of it.

Punching the order into the cash register you told your co-worker what they wanted so they could get started on that. This day felt like it would never end. It didn't help that it started to horribly, some customer accuse you of spitting in their drink and they demanded to watch the security footage. Then there was the lady who brought her toddler in and blamed you guys when he tripped and fell. Everything seemed to be going wrong and you wanted it to end. Another customer walked in, you grumbled and prepared yourself to deal with another maniac.

“Hi Y/n,” a soft voice said. You didn't have to look up to know who it was “Jungwoo,” you contently said while looking up to see his charming smile. “Would you like the same as the other day?” you asked. Talking with Jungwoo just seemed so natural and easy.

He nodded his head “Oh, you remember?” Jungwoo felt a little bashful that you remembered his order.

“Of course,” you punched it in and asked your coworker to make it.

Jungwoo noticed your disheveled appearance, he could tell you were tired so he asked: “Has it been a long day?”

Your shoulders slumped and you nodded your head “Yeah, I don't get why customers blame us for nothing,” Jungwoo nodded in understanding. An idea came into his head, he was just a little nervous to say it.

Thinking to himself he pushed aside his nerves “What time do you get off?” His word caught you by surprise.

You fiddled with your fingers “6pm,” you bit your lip and waited to see what he would say next.

Jungwoo looked away while speaking “Would you mind if I took you out for dinner,,, you really look like you could use it,” he added at the end trying to not make it seem like a date. Even if that's what he wanted it to be. Your tummy feels all warm inside, it had been such a long time since you been out anywhere with a guy. Even towards your last few months with Doyoung you guys didn't really go anywhere or do anything special. Honestly Looking back on it all you should have seen it coming. He became so distant during your last few months and he barely kissed or hugged you.

Deciding in your head you smiled at Jungwoo “That sounds really amazing, I'd love too.” Your words caught Jungwoo by surprise He was really preparing himself to be rejected. ‘Really?” he stuttered.

You giggled at his cute flustered reaction “Yes really.” Your coworker handed you his drink and went back to what she was doing. Quietly eavesdropping on your conversation.

“A,,,alright! I'll stop by when you get off and I'll take you somewhere nice, you won't regret it,” Jungwoo put his hand into a fist and gave you a determined giggle.

“I'm sure I won't, see you later,” you waved goodbye to him. You couldn't help but feel like a teenage girl again. When you first met Doyoung you were so young and naive, you really thought he was the one for just because he was nice. However, now that you aren't together anymore and you've seen a completely different sid not him you realize that he really wasn't the one for you. You were so caught up in wanting to get married that you didn't really care who you got married too. Your coworker scoffed at the interaction.

“You literally just broke Doyoungs heart and you're already hooking up with someone else. Y/n don't think I don't know the truth about you, Jieun told me that you kicked Doyoung out without any explanation. He showed up at her doorstep in tears, Jieun is such a nice girl, she and Doyoung are way better together than you,” she thought to herself while watching you closely.

You quickly spun around and gave her an enthusiastic smile “Did you see that I still have it in me,” you joked while bursting into a fit of giggles.

She pretended to laugh along with you, “I'm surprised! I really thought you were upset with your breakup, you're recovering very quickly;” her words were laced with venom. Y

ou furrowed your eyebrows “I still am really upset about the whole breakup,, but-” you couldn't exactly tell her the truth so you played around with your words “but,, as I said, Doyoung and I just weren't meant to be. The last few months of our relationship were not the best and it was a mutual agreement to call it off,” you explained, using your hands to help tell the story.

She nodded her head and sarcastically said: “yeah,, totally.”

The sun was setting, letting this emotion-packed day come to an end. You finished wiping the counter and hardly rushed to the break room. You touched up your hair and makeup and left to go wait for Jungwoo. Exiting the breakroom you were greeted with the sight of Jungwoo adorable rocking back and forth on his heels. His hands were in his sweaters pockets and his bangs messily rested on his forehead.

“Hi,” you quietly waved at him. Jungwoo looked p and met your eyes, he smiled.

“Well come on, let me take you somewhere nice,” he giggled at his own awkwardly choice of words. You smiled and followed close behind him, sending one last look to your coworker.

“Where are we going?” you asked, curiously taking you over.

“It really isn't the nicest place and it definitely isn't impressive, it's just somehow I find relaxing,” he chuckled.

“Do you have a jacket? Cause you might get cold,” he added while looking you up and down.

“Oh,, no,” you rubbed your neck in embarrassment.

Jungwoo could tell that you felt bad “That's okay! If you get cold you can borrow my jacket,” he didn't realize how much his words would affect you. Your cheeks turned red and you felt your body dance in excitement. You couldn't help but compare Jungwoo to Doyoung.

At first, Doyoung was sweet and would offer you his jacket but towards the end, he called you an idiot for not bringing one. WIthout thinking the words came out of your mouth “You're a lot nicer than Doyoung,” once the words came out of your mouth you covered your face behind your hand. J

ungwoo cocked his head to the side and looked back at you “Was Doyoung your fiance??” he asked, seemingly unbothered but your sudden words.

Before you could answer he smiled when a food truck came into view “Ah! I know it's not that amazing but I like to get some food from here and eat it over at that picnic bench,” he pointed to a picnic bench under a tree.

You giggled at how excited he seemed “I think it is amazing.” You both ordered your food and waited for it to be finished.

“He was,, we were dating for 2 years and engaged for 1,” you looked over to meet Jungwoos gaze.

He seemed sad as he spoke “You must’ve really liked him to be in such a long relationship with him,” he pointed out. You let out a laugh in relief. The vendor handed you your food and wished you a nice day. Walking over to the bench you cracked your brain on what to say. It felt like if you told Jungwoo he would leave but something deep inside told you that it was okay to tell him.

“I did,, he was my entire world and I was ready to give up everything for his happiness,” you felt your eyes water.

“Can I ask you something?” Jungwoo said while quietly nibbling on his food.

“Yeah go ahead,” you wiped the tears that were about to fall and stared at him, intently waiting for his question.

“Why did you guys break up?” he sighed. The silence that took over you guys was kinda heavy. You started to cry, not holding back. The muscles in your face started to tremble, the wall that you had built up thanks to Doyoung came crashing down at Jungwoos gaze. He was taken aback at first but quickly pulled out his handkerchief. The same one he had when you first met. Instead of giving it to you he leaned across the table and dabbed at your tears for you.

“Its okay, you don't have to tell me if it brings up such bad memories,” Jungwoo seemed like such a caring guy.

“Can I tell you the truth?” you asked, needing to get everything off of your chest.

“Of course, your secrets are safe with me,” he gave you a gentle smile and patiently waited.

“We made a deal the night we broke up. I would tell everyone that I called off the engagement and his secret wouldn't get out. Now everyone thinks I'm some heartless bitch that broke her finances heart 2 months before their wedding. It's the other way around. He cheated on me with one of my old coworkers and he broke up with me to be with her,” you explode with all your raw emotions. Jungwoo held out his arms in response.

You walked over to him and held him tightly. Shaking against his body your hands clutched at his jacket and you cried. He slowly rocked back and forth, rubbing warm circles on your back. It didn't take long for your tears to sain his sweatshirt but he didn't mind. You rubbed your eyes and looked up at him, linking slowly with your tear-soaked lashes.

“You haven't told anyone the truth?” he asked in utter disbelief.

He pulled you closer to him as you spoke “You're the first one. I never even told my own family what actually happened.” You looked up in surprise when you felt something wet fall on your head. Locking eyes with Jungwoo you noticed he was crying.

“Oh my gosh why are you crying?” you asked while gently wiping away his tears with the pad of your thumb.

“Because I feel so bad. Y/n I really haven't known you for a long time but you seem like such a nice and wonderful girl and it physically hurts me to see you in pain.” His words hit you like a truck, even when you were at your worst Doyoung was never this caring.

You were deep in thought, Jungwoos warm arms stayed tightly wrapped around you. It reminded you of the first time you and Doyoung kissed. You had been at a stop picking out snacks to eat while messing around. Being so obnoxious and loud the owner had chased you two out. You can't remember how far you and Doyoung ran or why you even ran so far in the first place. All you knew was that you were having the time of your life, in that moment you had never experienced something more fun. When you finally stopped running you placed your hands on your knees and tried to catch your breath.

Doyoung couldn't stop laughing at the entire situation, he pulled you in for a hug and rocked back and forth with you in his arms. Once I looked up Doyoung pressed his warm lips to yours and you shared your first kiss together. It was heartbreaking for you to remember. Your lungs felt like concrete had been poured into them, the harder the concrete dried the less you could breathe.

Thinking about Doyoung, Jungwoos arms didn't feel right wrapped around you. You didn't know what you were doing. You suddenly pushed Jungwoo away from you and went run, tears cascading down your cheeks. Jungwoo called out after you but you kept running until your legs felt like giving out under you. Screaming you let your body fall to the ground, knees bursting in pain at the sudden contact. You choked on your tears, gasping for air you begged for the pain to be over, you begged to feel any emotion other than sadness for once.

“What am I doing?? Why would Jungwoo like me? We just met and for all, I know he could turn out like Doyoung,” your anxieties spoke in your head. You let yourself believe them because you are so afraid of what would happen if you loved again. Hysterical cries that only stopped when you needed to breath could be heard by anyone that passed by. Kneeling on the cold hard ground you continued to let the sobs take over your body for a few minutes. A few people passed by and completely ignores you, they didn't seem to care about the weird girl on the street.

Grabbing your phone you shakily dialed Johnny's number. After a few rings he picked up “Johnny can we talk? I need to tell you something,” you said, hoping to meet up with your best friend. After a few seconds of awkward silence Johnny's loud voice spoke “Y/n I'm really sorry but with I'm Doyoung right now, maybe later,” he suggested. Though his words may have suggested otherwise you couldn't feel any remorse in his words. “Forget about it,” you said, hanging up on him.

Standing up you wiped your puffy eyes and racked your brain over what to do. Your knees felt extremely sore and your entire body was weighing you down. All you wanted was to talk to someone, but none of your friends were on your side. They had all changed their opinions of you after “you” canceled the wedding. Thinking about all the people that you thought were you close friends you mind finally landed on someone. Your dearest coworker, Kyungmin. She was one of the only people that seemed to still like you and she was happy when you told her about Jungwoo.

Shakily pulling out your phone you scrolled through your contacts in an attempt to find her. She wasn't someone that you had really depended on, the only times you ever talked outside of work were discussing if one of you could cover each other's hours. The few times you did talk about non shift covering things you talked about how rude your boss had been. Not once did you talk about your personal life together. Despite all that you felt like you knew everything about her, working side by side with someone so many days a week you kinda had a bond. Clicking on the call button on your contact you waited for her to pick up. The store would have been closed by now and she probably would have been relaxing in her dorm.

“Y/n?” she asked, clearly taken back by your sudden call.

“Kyungmin can we talk??” you could tell that her voice had taken her by surprise, it was obvious that you had been crying.

“Uhh,, in person or over the phone?” she rolled her eyes, not liking the thought of having to meet up with you.

“I would prefer it in person but if you can then on the phone is fine,” honestly all you wanted was to be able to talk to someone and tell them what happened and everything that had been going on.

“I don't think I can meet up right now but go ahead and tell me what's wrong. Did your date with Jungwoo go alright?” you smiled when it sounded like she was genuinely concerned.

“Gosh, it went perfectly until I messed it up,” sighing you thought back to how happy you had felt. Inhaling a deep breath you began to explain to Kyungmin everything. Starting from the beginning with your breakup. Kyungmin nodded along and seemed like she was actually listening. Once you were done it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

“Y/n,, I'm so sorry,” she said, voice cracking. You thought that she was apologizing for what happened to you so you want to speak up and tell her it was fine when she added “Doyoung and Jieun told everyone that you broke his heart and that he showed up on Jieun's door crying because you kicked him out,” KyungMin explained to you what Jieun told her. “What?!” you shoot up in shock, head spinning at the sudden movement.

“Yeah, I believed them...maybe that's why no one has been talking to you. As for the Jungwoo thing,, I say you go find him and explain how you were feeling in that moment and why you pushed him away. He sounds like he genuinely likes you...Ill... I'll try and deal with Jieun. Once again Y/n, I am so sorry,” Kyungmin hurriedly hung up the phone. You weren't really sure if she was actually going to “deal” with Jieun like she said she would be you had no choice but to blindly trust her.

Collecting yourself and clamp down you tried to think of where Jungwoo might be. You didn't have his number and didn't know where he lived so you were kinda screwed. “Should,, should I go to the donation store? Lucas and him seemed close so he might have gone to him to talk things out?” you thought to yourself. Biting your lip you googled the store and dialed the number It rang a few times before a scratchy voice you grew to love spoke up “Gifts that keep on Giving this is Jungwoo speaking, how may I help?” he sniffled a few times signaling to you that he had been crying. Without saying anything you hung up and started to run towards the store.

Despite the fact that you could count the number of times you’d been to the store on your fingers, you knew how to get to it. “Kim Jungwoo!! I'm so sorry,, I like you Jungwoo!” you screamed, picking up your pace. The pedestrians around you stopped to stare, they were probably wondering why you were acting like a madman but you could care less. “I hurt your feelings and I'm so sorry! I was afraid of you getting close to me and then suddenly leaving like Doyoung did!” you screamed again. It felt rather nice to just scream and get all these bundled up emotions off your chest. “Kim Dongyoung and Lee Ji Eun!! I'm going to kill you, you cheated on me and you make me out to be the bad guy! You made all my friends and family think I was some heartless bitch who kicked you out, whatever happened to our agreement?” You screamed, stopping when the store came into view. The more you ran the smaller your lungs seemed to feel, it had been years since you ran this much.

You pushed open the glass door so hard it smacked against the wall next to it, making a loud crashing sound. “Jung,,, Jun,, Jungwoo,” you painted, hands on your knees. “Y/n?” Jungwoo and Lucas asked at the same time. Jungwoo rushed over to our side, glancing up at Jungwoo you couldn't help but lightly smile. “I need to-” you started to say before your vision went completely black. Everything around you seemed to fade into a scarily dark void, taking you with them. “Oh shit,” Lucas yelled when you passed out. Jungwoo lunged forward, sliding on his knees he managed to catch you before you hurt yourself by hitting the floor.

”May you please get some water?’ Jungwoo asked Lucas. He picked you up in his arms and carried you to a chair in the breakroom. He immediately noticed you're already scabbed and bruised knees. “Oh, Y/n,, what did you do to yourself?” he questioned despite you being passed out. Seeing you so helpless in his arms once again made him want to burst into tears. After what felt like hours Lucas finally returned with a glass of water. Jungwoo took the cup from him and carefully parted your lips so he could pour the water. His free hand tilted your head up, helping you swallow. Your eyes closed tighter and your body started to stir.

“Oh gosh,” you mumbled, raising a hand to your forehead. “Y/n! You're awake,” Jungwoos big dopey smile appeared on his face. You opened your eyes and hazily blinked up at the cute boy. His face was rather close to yours as he peered down at you. All the events that had led to this moment gave you a surge of confidence that would have never surprise.

Pulling down you brought his face closer to yours and placed an intense kiss on his lips. existed in any other situation. You wrapped your arms around Jungwoos neck, catching him but Almost like they were made for each other your lips molded together perfectly, it felt like all the cliches movie kisses exploded in your stomach. It took Jungwoo a moment to process what is happening when his brain finally did his cheeks heated up redder than a cherry. He finally returned the kiss, his hands brushed some hair out of your face as he deepened the kiss even more by lightly biting your lip. Gasping heavily you pulled away for air, giggling while you took in Jungwoos disheveled appearance. You couldn't help but notice his red puffy eyes, you softly used the pad of your thumb to brush away some tear droplets that hung around his eyes.

“I'm so sorry I caused you so much pain. I didn't mean to, I was just so scared about everything that's happening. It felt like everything was moving so fast and I couldn't help but think of Doyoung. Jungwoo these past few weeks you have done nothing but cheer me up and support me endlessly, more than Doyoung did in the entirety of our relationship. You have shown me what it's like to be loved again and I want you to know I returned the feelings,” your voice was low and airy as you were still gasping for air.

Lucas who had been standing in the back watching this all happen gasped and crept away, back out into the shop so he didn't have to continue watching that. “Gross,” he mumbled to himself as he thought back to the intense kiss you two shared right in front of him. “Nasty,” he added while shaking his head. Jungwoo turned as he sensed his best friend leaving. Turning back to face you he began to giggle, he helped you sit up.

“Y/n I don't know what it is about you but something just keeps pulling me in. I'll admit, it's kinda scary. I don't know what the futures hold but what I do know is that I want the future to involve you,” he said while leaning in to place a gentle and warm kiss on your partially swollen lips. “Jungwoo,” you mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes for the millionth time that night.Jungwoo softly laughed, his voice cracked as he spoke:

“Don't cry.” Despite his own words he started to cry along with you. Soon the shop was filled with your loud sobs and Lucas’ comments. The sound of your phone ringing snapped you out of your crying fest. Your hands shook as you fiddled with it. A look of confusion spread across your face when you saw who was calling, answering the phone you were even more surprised by the words that came through.

“Johnny?” you asked recalling the last time you spoke to your best friend.

“Is it true?” he asked in a sharp voice.

“Is what true?” you played dumb at his words.

“Did Doyoung really cheat on you?’ he asked feeling the urge to cry. He couldn't believe that he believed some guy he barely knew over his own best friend, he felt like a total douche.

“Oh,, so the truth is out now,” you took a moment to look at Jungwoo before you smiled and continued.

“Doyoung did cheat on me, he suddenly broke up with me and explained that he had spent the past few months of his life with Jieun and he loved her. I felt so embarrassed about the wedding being called off that I asked if we could have everyone believe that I was the one who called it off and that it was a mutual decision. I didn't know that he and Jieun would go around telling that lie. I'm sorry I never told you the truth,” as you spoke Jungwoo grabbed your hand caringly.

“God Y/n,, I'm the one who should be sorry, not you. I can't believe I actually thought you broke Doyoungs heart, I should have known better. I'm so sorry, can you forgive me,, and Yuta?” he asked, voice cracking. Y

ou nodded your head even though he couldn't see you “Of course I'll forgive you. Besides don't be to saddened about Doyoung and I’s break up,, I've found someone who genuinely loves me and I could ask for more,” you said while staring into Jungwoos eyes.

His eyes sparkled with excitement “Hey Johnny I have to go,, talk to you later,” you said while hanging up the phone.

“I really am sorry that I ran away earlier. I couldn't get the memory of what Doyoung did out of my head and I got really scared, I thought maybe you were playing a trick on me. Then I realized that you are a genuinely nice guy and it was my own insecurities turning you into someone who you are not,, Jungwoo I,,, I think I'm in love with you?” you looked up from the floor and into his eyes once more.

Jungwoo gulped at your words, he pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back soothingly. His scent was so intoxicating you almost didn't listen to what he had to say.

“Y/n I know I'm in love with you. Ever since I first saw you waiting for the bus, I knew there was something special about you,” he said while holding you even tighter. Jungwoo cradled you in his arms like he was afraid of letting go. You signed into his warm embrace.

“Since I haven't officially asked you yet. Y/n would you like to be my girlfriend?” he pulled away and peered down at you. A big smile grew on your face and you rapidly nodded your head “I would love that,, It would be an honor, you giggled and kissed Jugnoo again. Kissing him was something you knew you'd never get tired of, his lips were so magnetic and tasted like sweet nectar.

“I uh hate to interrupt your lovey-dovey moment here and all but uh,, I need to close up,” Lucas’ loud voice boomed through the small dim lighted room. He scratched the back of his neck as he stared at the both of you. You both started to laugh at Lucas’ words.

“Yeah sorry about that,” Jungwoo and you started to stand.

“Y/n would you like to stay over at my place tonight?” he asked with an arm around your waist. Your heartbeat quickened at his word and you shyly nodded your head “I would love too.”

Fiddling with the flower and pearl clip in your hair you swayed side to side. Kyungmin giggled as she watched you from her place at the vanity.

“Y/n don't worry! Everything will be fine,” she quietly encouraged you. You turned around slowly, using your hands to help you swerving in the dress.

“Are you sure? What if he sees me and just decides to leave-” you were about to list of all the horrible things that could go wrong when Kyungmin interrupt you.

“If you keep focussing on the ‘What if’ moments then you won't be able to enjoy the current moments.” She stood up and approved your shaky figure, taking your hand in hers she stared deeply into your eyes.

“Y/n Jungwoo loves you more than anything in this world and that's pretty obvious to any stranger that happens to walk past you two. He isn't going to leave, he isn't Doyoung,” she stated while trying to get it in your head. You felt your shoulders relax, you started to jump up and down in excitement.

“Oh my gosh Kyungmin I'm getting married!” you yelled. You both started to squeal and scream, jumping in a circle together while swinging your hands back and forth.

“My best friend is getting married!” Kyungmin screamed at the top of her lungs. The lady who was doing your makeup giggled as she stared at you both, she shook her head and remembered back to the day of her wedding. A loud knock on the door caused you both to freeze in place. Kyungmin quietly walked over and opened it up just a crack.

“Oh, babe!” she said while opening it all the way and engulfing Lucas in a big hug. “Jungwoo is super nervous and wanted me to check up on you two,” he said while smiling down at Kyungmin.

“I think it's clear that you are doing fine. No cold feet?” he pointed out while laughing at the scene he had just heard through the door.

“Hey Y/n!” Lucas yelled while running up to you, careful not to step on your dress.

“Guess what,” he said while giving you a teasing smile. Kyungmin had approached you tow, cruises as to what he was going to say. He grabbed your hand with one hand and grabbed Kyungmins with the other. Swinging your guys' arms he yelled at the top of his lungs “You're getting married!” and started to jump in a circle. All three of you giggled as you danced in a circle, rejoicing.

“I can't believe this is happening, you cried out in joy. Lucas flopped back on the couch and stared at you with doe eyes.

“Thank you. Jungwoo has always been a shy and timid boy until he met you. I've never seen him so glowing before,” his voice was soft, it was a drastic change form the normal Lucas you had grown to know and love.

“Of course. You have an amazing best friend, you know,” you said while sighing. “Everyone get into positions,, its time,” one of the workers said. Kyungmin and Lucas left the room hand n hand. You pushed all your nerves aside and waited for your cue to walk down the aisle.

With your arm wrapped with who was walking down the aisle, you took a deep breath and pushed open the door. With tears in your eyes, you scanned the crowd. Johnny and Yuta stood next to Lucas at the top as groomsmen, Kyungmin next to Johnny and Yutas girlfriends as bridesmaids. You tried to calm your beating heart as you slowly walked down the aisle. Your eyes carefully to skimmed over the crowd in fear of looking at Jungwoo.

You gasped quietly and then beamed when your eyes landed on a familiar face. “They did come,” you thought as you smiled at Doyoung and Jieun. Despite everything that they had done to you, you invited them to your wedding. Doyoung looked you up and down with a proud smile. Breaking eye contact with Doyoung you finally looked at Jungwoo.

Jungwoos hand was hiding his face as the stars rapidly cascaded down your cheeks. “You look stunning,” he mouthed making you lightly laugh. You wiped your own tears and carefully stood in front of him. All of your memories flashed through your head, you couldn't believe you had fallen in love with the cute boy at the bus stop who offered you his handkerchief. Your ears tuned in and out of the justice of the peace words as you stared at your handsome soon to be husband.

Holding the paper tightly Jungwoo began saying his vows. Once he was done you ripped your tears and read yours in return.

The justice of the peace smiled and asked: “Do you, Kim Jungwoo take Y/n as your lawfully wedded wife?” Jungwoo inhaled a deep breath and nodded “I do.”

“Do you Y/N L/N take Jungwoo as your lawfully wedded husband?” You didn't even have to think for a month. Your heart screamed in joy as you said this destined two words, the words you thought you were going to say for Doyoung. “I do.” Everyone was ready to clap as the justice of the peace finally said.

“I announce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” he took a step aside. Jungwoo reached out and pulled you into him, your body pressed flush against his. Like the first time you ever kissed, fireworks erupted in your stomach and you giggled into the kiss.

Pulling away every clapped and cheered. Kyungmin gave Lucas a warm smile while Johnny and Yuta high-fived. Doyoung and Jieun signed and held their hands together tighter.

You were entering a new chapter of your life, one that you were not familiar with and you were more than happy that it was Jungwoo who would write it with you.

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BLOOM: Part II

Byun Baekhyun is everything you are not: glamorous, rich and absolutely dazzling. You’ve spent months building up the courage to speak to him. Bu then you finally do, under very peculiar circumstances, you find yourself lying about who you are. Pretending to be a part of Baekhyun’s world, you tell yourself it’s for the best. One night of lies, and then he’ll go back to forgetting all about you, and you’ll go back to the normal life you have. Except it’s not just one night, because soon it seems Byun Baekhyun is determined to make himself a staple in your life. And the tangled lies you weave, slowly blur the line between make believe and reality.

Warnings: Language, future smut

A/N: ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!

He was there. Staring straight at you, his eyes wide and your heart thundering angrily against your chest.

Byun Baekhyun was going to be the death of you.

“I uh… I have to go.” You turned quickly, wanting to get as far away from him as possible.

How had he turned up at your favourite coffee shop of all places?

“Hey Y/N wait a second.”

You paused feeling guilt pressing down on your chest. Last night was supposed to stay a magical memory. Baekhyun was supposed to go back to America and you were meant to never see him again.

How could you lie to him, now, under the harsh light of reality?

“Well then,” He grumbled and you turned quickly, watching him tug an anxious hand through his hair, “I must have misunderstood your signals.”

You hated that he seemed upset with himself. You hated that even a little part of him was insecure. You hated that this was all your fault.

“It’s not you,” You shook your head fervently, “Really Baekhyun it’s not. It’s me. My life is… Complicated.”

You wanted to tell him the truth.

You wanted to tell him that you weren’t who he thought you were. That you were just a normal university student, with a part time job, and an incredibly overbearing father.

“It’s fine.” He smiled wryly, “I get it Y/N, okay? If you’re not interested in seeing me again you-” “Baekhyun. It’s not that. Seriously,” You shook your head and slipped your bottom lip between your teeth, “I just…” Your cheeks flushed angrily, “I wish things were easier.” “They can be.” He raised a brow, “I mean if you want them to be.” You watched him carefully, eyes grazing his beautiful features. You knew this was a stupid idea. You liked him more than you reasonably should. Keeping up any kind of connection to him would only make things so much harder.

And yet…

“C’mon. Let me buy you a cup of coffee,” He smiled softly and you found your heart wilting in your chest, “Try and change your mind?”

“Baekhyun…” You wanted to kick yourself for the uncertainty in your voice. You knew what it would sound like to Baekhyun. It would sound like you weren’t interested.

And that wasn’t true.

You were interested. Of course you were.

How could you not be? “Alright. Never mind.” He shrugged, and shook his head, “You’re not interested. Message received loud and clear.”

“I am interested!” The words flew out of you without much consideration.

Baekhyun waited expectantly, an eyebrow raised.

“I am,” You breathed, eyes moving away from his own in embarrassment, “Can we just - alright. Yeah. Let’s have a cup of coffee.”

When your gaze landed on Baekhyun again he was grinning widely, and you couldn’t stop the way your lips quirked up into a smile. He was infectious.

You stepped towards the counter, ordering yourself a flat white coffee. It was simple, but it was all you could take at the moment.

Your stomach churned uncomfortably, as you watched the barista make your order.

“I’d take you for a vanilla latte kind of girl,” Baekhyun spoke up from beside you, his own cup of coffee nestled in his hands.

“Bleh,” You shook your head as you paid, grabbing your cup and leading the way towards a small booth, “They’re sickeningly sweet.”

“Just like me,” He quipped and you snorted a laugh, “So… Are you going to tell me why you ran off like that last night?”

You were caught off guard by his bluntness. You sighed heavily.

“I told you I had to go at midnight-” “And you couldn’t give me your number?” He clicked his tongue, “C’mon. That was bullshit.”

You pursed your lips and shook your head, staring into your cup of coffee, and feeling something heavy blanket your shoulders.

“My dad’s coming to take me home at the end of this week, for Christmas,” You told him carefully, eyes trailing the rim of your stark white cup, “And I know what he’s like. If he finds out I’m speaking to a boy…” “So your dad reads through your texts?” Your eyes snapped up and you frowned, “Well no.”

“So then?” He bit his bottom lip, “I don’t expect anything from you Y/N. I just… It felt like we really connected last night. And in our world it’s tough to find something like that.”

Your chest tightened at the words our world.

You were reminded once again of the glaring fact that you had lied to the boy you liked. You’d lied to him, and made everything a hundred times worse, because now you liked him even more and he could never know the real you.

“You’re leaving you said. Back to America.” You brought the hot coffee to your lips and took a sip, “So what’s the point?” “The point is that I like spending time with you. And I’ll always come back to Korea… So can’t we just be friends?” No. No you couldn’t just be friends with him.

And not just because your insane crush was getting out of hand.

But because friends didn’t lie to each other, the way you were lying to him right now. He thought he knew you - he thought he understood you… But he didn’t know a damn thing.

Fuck.

It was all so complicated.

“Don’t you have a million other friends? People far more interesting than me-” “Ugh, don’t you get it?” He rolled his eyes, “They’re all fucking fake. I never know if people want to hang out with me because of who I am… or because of my name. But you - you’re different. You make me feel normal.”

It would have been so much easier to tell him that you couldn’t do it.

That last night was a special memory, but that it was all he was ever going to obtain from you.

It would have saved you both so much heartache.

But you were selfish.

Just one week with him. One week until your father took you home for Christmas and then you’d disappear off the face of the planet. You’d change your number, and Baekhyun would forget all about you.

You told yourself it wasn’t self-destructive and stupid, but you knew it was.

“Fine,” You said eventually, “I guess we can be friends.” “Great!” He smiled widely, and you had to laugh at the way his face lit up, as though he was a child getting his favourite toy for Christmas, “Good. Awesome. Really,” He sighed gently, “I know it’s difficult being friends with someone like me, but I’ll make it worth your while. I swear.”

“Don’t be silly. I like spending time with you too, Baekhyun. I don’t need you to make it worth my while, it already is.”

“Thanks for saying that,” You noticed the cute way his ears were turning pink, and your heart wilted in your chest. You were falling for him all over again, “Now… Seeing as we’re friends, I want you to come to a party I’m throwing tomorrow night.” You arched a brow, “What kind of party?” “Nothing like last night,” He shook his head slowly, “None of that pompous bullshit. Just a few people of our age getting together and drinking and having fun. You’ll come right?”

Again, you knew this was a bad idea.

But hey. You were on the path to destruction anyway.

“Can I bring my friend?” You asked and Baekhyun smiled.

“Of course! The more the merrier.” You spent the rest of your evening talking and laughing, feeling yourself grow more and more attached to Baekhyun. You knew you couldn’t have him, not really, but despite the knowledge that he could never truly be yours, you found your heart yearning for closeness from him.

Time flew by, and before you knew it, the coffee shop was closing up and when you checked your watch it was already passed midnight.

Baekhyun, of course, insisted on walking you to your dorm -after announcing that he couldn’t believe you’d both gone to the same university and never met before (little did he know…) - and when you were stood outside your building, you found yourself looking up into his warm eyes and smiling gently.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, right?” Baekhyun nodded, squinting against the harsh light of the street lamp overhead, “You sure you don’t need me to walk you into the building?” You laughed at this and shook your head, “I think I can handle myself.”

“It’s always a pleasure, miss Y/N,” The smile he sent you was heart fluttering, “Sleep well.” You felt yourself warm up from the inside out, your cheeks heating almost angrily, and you ducked your head quickly so he wouldn’t be able to see the effect he was having on you.

“Goodnight, Baekhyun.”

After you waved him off, you slipped inside, clutching a hand to your chest desperately, and wondering if you’d ever truly get used to his presence.

Probably not.

He really was going to be the death of you.

Soomi was very much against the idea of you striking up a friendship with Baekhyun.

“For one,” She told you the next afternoon, as you tried to convince her to come with you to the party, “You like him. Big time. I can tell by the way you talk about him,” She raised a semi-annoyed brow, “And secondly… You’re lying to him Y/N. He thinks you’re rich.” You clicked your tongue, “I told you after this week-” “You’re going to break his heart all over again,” She announced, shaking her head, “You’re being selfish. Baekhyun thinks he knows you but he doesn’t.” Your best friend was ruthless, but you knew you deserved it.

“What was I meant to do?” “Tell him the truth. Or cut him off.” She sighed heavily, when she noticed the way tears were brimming in your eyes, “But seeing as you’re not willing to do either…” She trailed off and came to sit beside you, patting your knee, “I think this is stupid. So fucking stupid.” You nodded back at her, wiping at the hot tears cascading down your cheeks.

“But you’re my best friend, and I want you to be happy. So… whatever.” She groaned, rolling her eyes, “I’ll come with you to this stupid party, and I’ll pretend you’re rich. But when everything goes tits fucking up, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Thank you!” You leaned over and hugged her tightly, “Oh fuck, thank you so much Soomi!”

And that was how you found yourself later that night, standing outside Baekhyun’s house, fingers tapping nervously against your thigh, as Soomi rapped her knuckles against the front door.

You could hear the sound of a thickening bass from inside, and people chattering drunkenly.

“This is a bad idea,” She whispered to you, just as the front door swung open, “Just… so you remember.” You both looked up at an unfamiliar man looming over you. He was handsome, and when he smiled at you, you discovered he had dimples.

“Hello there,” He reached out a huge palm, “I’m Chanyeol. You must be Baekhyun’s friends.” “Oh shit.” Soomi spoke up from beside you, “I know you! You play for the college football team, right?” “Yeah, I do,” He shrugged, and you noticed for the first time how broad his shoulders are, “You come to our games?” Soomi raised a brow, and leaned towards him a little, “Sometimes.” Immediately, you knew that your best friend was going to be occupied for the rest of the night. Chanyeol was exactly her type.

“Well why don’t you two come inside and we can get to know each other a little better?”

Soomi nodded and giggled, as she followed Chanyeol into the small apartment, and you had to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you watched Soomi place a small hand on Chanyeol’s bicep.

You clicked the door shut after yourself, and your eyes moved away from the blatant display of flirting, scanning the busy living room. You spotted a free seat on the couch, and started to walk towards it, when someone grabbed your elbow and pulled you back.

You turned sharply, suddenly far too close to Baekhyun.

“Hi,” You could smell the beer on his tongue, “I’ve been waiting for you to show up.”

You tucked some hair behind your ears, “Right. Sorry we’re a bit late. My friend Soomi didn’t finish working until half nine…”

“It’s fine. You’re here now,” His hands moved away from your skin and you felt disappointed by the absence of his touch, “So your friend likes Chanyeol then?” He gestured towards the two of them, giggling at one another flirtatiously, and you nodded.

“Soomi’s a flirt.” “Mmm, so’s Yeol,” He shook his head and grinned, “They make a good pair.” “How’d you meet him?” “He’s my roommate.” You arched a brow, “Roommate?” “Yeah,” He shrugged, “I didn’t want to live in some stupidly expensive apartment. So I signed up to an exchange programme. Chanyeol’s original roommate is studying in South America for the semester… So after Christmas we’ll swap back.” “Oh right. That’s cool.”

Baekhyun cocked his head, “You don’t think it’s dorky?”

“What? No! I said it was cool!”

“You don’t sound particularly convinced,” He smirked lightly, “Is it because I chose to mix with mere commoners?”

You snorted a laugh, “Don’t be silly.”

“Oh come on. You can’t complain - you live in those dorms at the edge of campus that are renowned for having the shittiest plumbing.” He laughed, “We rich kids have to keep humble somehow.”

You coughed uncomfortably. He thought that was a choice. He thought living in those dorms had been a decision you’d been able to make.

But that wasn’t it at all.

The dorms were the only thing you could afford on your scholarship. Your dad refused to help out because your degree wasn’t good enough for him, and so you’d found yourself moving in to hell on Earth.

“Baekhyun!” Another voice caught you off guard, and you turned, facing a beautiful, lithe girl with the swishiest hair you’d ever seen in your life.

“Jennie,” Baekhyun smiled as she sauntered over towards you, “You made it.” “Of course I did doofus,” Her eyes fell on you and she cocked her head to the side, “And who’s this?” “I met her at the charity gala the other night. This is Y/N.” “Oh.” “She’s one of us,” Baekhyun smirked conspiratorially, “But don’t tell anyone else.” The girl - who you now identified as Jennie - rose a dark brow, “You’re a chaebol?” You bit your bottom lip, heart tightening in your chest uncomfortably, “Something like that.” “Right,” There was something about the way her eyes rested on you that made you feel like you were being judged quite severely by her, “Which family do you come from?” “My dad’s in finances,” You cleared your throat and tugged a hand through your hair, “He’s not uh - he’s not really well known. He’s more of a behind-the-scenes guy.” “Mmm,” Jennie sighed, “I see. Well you must know who I am.” It sounded like a joke, but you detected a note of seriousness in her tone.

When you didn’t say anything she rolled her eyes almost playfully, “Jennie Kim. Of Kim Industries Incorporated.” Your eyes widened then, and your mouth dropped open. Oh.

The Kim family was consistently placed at the top of all the rich lists, and you knew for a fact that her father Richard Kim, was one of Korea’s only multi-billionaires. You weren’t quite sure what they did, but you knew they did it very, very well.

“Shit. Sorry I didn’t - I had no idea,” You nodded vigorously, “Of course I know who your family are.” She smiled carefully, flicking her glossy dark hair to one side, “Me and Baek practically grew up together.” And there it was.

The slight possessiveness in her tone. The way her eyes flicked over your appearance carefully.

She was making a point.

“I wasn’t at the charity gala last night because I only flew into Seoul this morning,” She shrugged nonchalantly, “Here to visit Baekhyun at his… home away from home and then we’ll fly back to America together.”

“You live in America too?”

Jennie nodded, “New York. Only a couple of hours away from Baek.”

You immediately understood the kind of game this girl was playing.

She was making it abundantly clear to you that Baekhyun was hers.

It was stupid, of course. Human beings didn’t belong to people. But you supposed somebody like Jennie Kim was used to getting things her own way.

Your throat felt dry. Once again you were faced with the blaring truth of your deception. People like Byun Baekhyun ended up with people like Jennie Kim. Not people like you.

“Anyway, I’m going to go grab a drink and find Sehun,” She smiled, her thick lip splitting into a feline grin, “Catch you later, Baek.” Her eyes landed on you and she smirked, “It was nice meeting you Y/N.” And then she swept away, and you found yourself trailing after her perfect figure. You watched as she disappeared into the kitchen, and after a moment Baekhyun cleared his throat.

“I know she can be a lot to handle,” He told you, as you turned to him, “But Jennie’s a good person. She’s just - she’s been through a lot. And she’s protective of me.” “Right,” You nodded, “It’s uh - no she’s nice.” You cringed at how positively unconvincing that sounded, and Baekhyun scoffed.

“You’re not a very good liar.” You found yourself swelling with embarrassment once again. If only he knew…

“Who’s Sehun?” You asked, desperate to change the topic of conversation.

Baekhyun sighed heavily, “Oh Sehun. Him and Jennie are kind of… A thing.” “Kind of?” You questioned, eyebrow quirked.

“I met Sehun in the first week I started university… And whenever Jennie comes to visit, the two of them hook up,” He shrugged, “She’s not really into commitment, and I guess she likes the thrill of sleeping with someone she knows her father would wholly disapprove of.” You nodded carefully, eyes moving towards the doorway of the kitchen, where Jennie was leaning into a decidedly tall, broad figure.

“That’s him, then?” You asked, turning back towards Baekhyun and gesturing towards the two of them.

“Yeah,” Baekhyun sighed heavily, “Sehun’s a good guy but… I don’t know. I get the feeling he’s way more into her than she is into him.” You wanted to tell him that the truth of the matter was, that Jennie Kim clearly had her heart set on one boy.

Baekhyun.

But of course, that wasn’t your place.

“Anyway,” He shook his head, “Did you want a drink or something? God. I’m such an awful host.” You wrinkled your nose and chuckled, “Sure. A beer would be nice.” “Come this way,” He led you towards a door to his left, “We can have some of my secret stash.” You followed him into the bedroom, and immediately realised this must be his room. There were posters lining the wall, and a little electric keyboard at the side of the room. You noticed how clean everything was, and the distinct smell of pine.

He clicked the door shut behind you, and gestured towards his bed, “Sit.” You did as you were told, and tried to distract yourself from the fact that you were in Byun Baekhyun’s bedroom. If you’d told yourself that this would be happening a week ago, you’d never have believed it.

“Here,” He came to sit beside you, passing you a blue bottle, and cracking open one of his own, “You okay to sit in here for a bit?” You brought the beer to your lips and took a long gulp, nodding, “Sure. I’m fine with that. Are you sure you’re okay to be missing your own going away party?” Baekhyun rolled his eyes, “That was just an excuse for Chanyeol to get wasted. I’ve got another week before I’m going anywhere.”

“Are you excited to be going back to America?” You knew the question was probably not the wisest. Baekhyun had made it abundantly clear that his relationship with his father was strained. But you couldn’t help it.

You wanted to know more about him.

He scoffed, “Not really. I want to spend Christmas in Busan. With my mom.”

“So why don’t you go? Surely your dad can’t force you onto the plane.” “He’d freak,” Baekhyun grimaced, “It’s just - it’s not worth it. Easier to keep him happy.”

You cocked your head to the side, “But it’s your life. I mean, I know I’m nobody to judge - I spend most of my time arguing with my father about my own life decisions - but if you want to spend time with your mom, you should.” You shrugged, “And if your dad can’t understand that then he’s heartless.”

Baekhyun blinked back at you, “It’s not that my dad is heartless,” He shrugged and took a long gulp from his beer, “It’s just that - well I don’t know. I guess he’s just used to seeing everything as a business transaction. So he doesn’t get it. My mom isn’t of any use to him anymore, so why would she be of use to him?” He chuckled darkly and then cleared his throat, “I guess that is pretty heartless, right?” You felt yourself frown at Baekhyun’s words, and sighed heavily.

“You should do whatever you want Baek. Seriously.”

His eyes - so round and pretty - widened for a moment, as it seemed he was mulling over something.

He pursed his lips.

“I want to go see my mom,” He said eventually, and you felt your lips tug up into a grin, “And I want you to come with me.”

You scoffed a laugh, “C’mon Baek. Be serious.” “I am!” He scooted over towards you, placing an enthusiastic hand on your knee, “Y/N - I want you to come with me. You said your dad’s picking you up at the end of the week, right? I’ll have you back before then. Just a few days.”

You felt something in your chest tighten. Your mouth opened and closed a few times - until eventually you shook your head fervently.

“Baekhyun… I can’t just - I can’t just go.” You seemed at a loss for words, “Why do you want me to come with you, anyway?” He bit his bottom lip, and shrugged, almost as if he didn’t quite have the answers himself.

“I’m not sure,” His eyes sparkled, and you felt yourself being drawn into them again, “There’s just - I don’t know. There’s something about you, Y/N. And I feel like I could really do this, if you came with me.” He tugged a hand through his hair and laughed to himself, “I’m being stupid, right? I mean there’s no way you’d just up and come with me to Busan.”

You watched his handsome face carefully, your eyes tracing the planes of his bone structure.

There was so much more you wanted to know about him. It was crazy, of course, considering that your friendship was built on a stupid lie, but still. Byun Baekhyun had drawn you in from the very first moment you’d seen him. And now he was here, in front of you, smiling and laughing and being. And he wanted you - you of all people! - to come with him to visit his mother.

It was crazy of course.

Crazy and stupid, and you were delusional for thinking for even a moment that you could pull this off without being caught.

And yet…

You swiped your tongue across your bottom lip, “I’ll be back before the end of the week?”

Baekhyun’s eyes widened, as he turned to you again, his lips splitting into a wide smile.

“Yes of course! I’ll sort it all out, I promise.”

You shook your head slowly, rolling your eyes playfully.

“This is stupid.” He nodded, his eyes glassy with excitement.

“So fucking stupid.” He leaned closer towards you, his impish features lighting up.

“I don’t know why I’m saying yes,” You sighed deeply, your eyes darting upwards quickly, before landing on his earnest smile, “Alright, Baekhyun. I’ll come with you.” WIth hindsight, you reckon that was the moment your entire life probably changed.

Byun Baekhyun had swept you up into a tornado and you were quite positive you were enjoying yourself.

#baekhyun #smut #fluff #kpop #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #exo #chanyeol #sehun #jennie #blackpink #reader x baekhyun

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another-tmnt-writer · 6 years

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Homecoming

Raphael x Reader

Author: Morgan

Homecoming

Note: This takes place in an alternate universe where the turtles took the offer to have normal lives and started going to high school. More to come?

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1539

Against all of his expectations, Raphael liked high school. He liked getting up every morning to go to class and staying after every day for football practice. He liked everything about it. Even the homework. It made him feel...almost normal. Kind of. He still needed help with his math homework, but even when Donnie was too busy, one of the girls in his class was more than willing to help him out.

“I’m telling you, Raph. She likes you.” Leo told him at lunch, just after you walked by. You had waved at the boys, smiling. Sure, some of the kids were still a little afraid of their large green classmates, but you certainly were not one of them.

“I don’t think so.” Raph shook his head and took a bite of the burger in his large green hand.

“Did you see the shirt she was wearing today?” Mikey asked. “It had us on it!”

“Plenty of shirts have us on them, Mikey.” Donnie interjected. “Ever since...you know.”

“Right, but-”

“Right, but she’s a cheerleader and I’m a big green freak.” Raph smirked and rolled his eyes. “Just because most of them pretend to accept us now doesn’t mean anything.”

“Well, here she comes anyway, Raphael.” Leo looked too smug for the red-clad brother’s liking.

“Hey Red, I have a question.” You walked over to Raphael and tilted your head in the way that made him weak in the knees. He smirked and leaned on his large green elbow.

“Fire away, princess.”

Leonardo rolled his eyes at his brother. And Raph claimed they didn’t like each other. As if.

“Okay, so the homecoming game is tomorrow night and all of the football players are giving their uniforms to one of the cheerleaders to wear for the day.”

“I’m aware.”

“And I was just wondering if you had given yours to anyone yet.”

“I have not.” Raph raised an eyebrow. He tried to ignore his heart hammering away in his chest. “Would you maybe wanna wear mine?”

“Only if you wear my bow.” You winked.

“I think I can do that, shorty.” Raph reached into his backpack and handed you the large jersey sporting the school colors. You pulled the bow, decorated with your name and cheer number, onto his wrist and then kissed his cheek before returning to your seat at the table with your cheer friends.

“What was that about her not liking you because you’re a freak?”

“Oh, shut up, Honor boy.”

***

The next day was the best day ever. Raph caught sight of you in the hallway before Algebra, practically swimming in his jersey. It was huge on you, but it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You were standing at your locker snapping selfies with your cheer friends. He was about to go into the classroom five whole minutes early before you caught sight of him.

“Raph come take pictures with us.” You motioned him over.

He looked around before pointing a large green finger at his chest. “Me?”

“Yes, you!”

He hesitated before tossing his backpack into his chair by the door and then walking over to you and your friends. He had to basically crouch to get into the shot, but he didn’t mind being closer to you.

When the bell rang, you all scattered to class, you and Raphael both going to the same Algebra class. Your seat was right next to his. It was part of the reason you met in the first place, helping him with the math he didn’t understand.

“I’d ask ya to send me those pictures, but I don’t have your number.” Raph leaned over. You held out your hand and he raised an eyebrow.

“Give me your phone, Red.”

Raph reached into his pocket and pulled out his shell-shaped phone. You smiled at it a little bit. Cute, you decided. He unlocked it for you and then set the large thing in your tiny hands. You punched in your name, followed by a heart, and then your number. Then, you sent yourself a text. Your phone pinged on the desk. You gave Raph his phone back.

“Well, now you do.”

He was sort of dumbstruck at how quick you were to send all of the pictures to him. And he couldn’t help but grin when you tagged him in an Instagram post captioned ‘getting ready for game night with the girls when a wild hunk appears <3 thanks for the jersey, Red. I owe ya one. *kissy face emoji*’

“I think my jersey looks better on you than me.” Raph grinned, resting his chin on a large green hand.

“I think you look great in whatever you wear.” You winked. Your words sent Raph’s heart into a frenzy. He sort of laughed it off and pretended to be cool, but he couldn’t shake this feeling. There was something about you. Something he couldn’t help but fall in love with.

***

All throughout the game, Raph couldn’t help but let his eyes be drawn to you on the sidelines. You were there, cheering with the other girls, prepping for the halftime show and getting the crowd hyped. Raphael had his jersey back, and he and Leo were on the field while Mikey was playing mascot in the crowd (The school’s mascot was a turtle, so he didn’t even need the costume.) And Donnie was working the scoreboard.

Splinter had found a seat in the parents’ section, chatting with the other parents and whatnot. He liked finally being able to talk to someone about parenting and his sons. He could not have been more proud of them. After all of these years in secret, they were finally able to live on the surface.

During halftime, after a brief break in the locker room, the coach brought the boys back out to the sidelines. The cheer captain had reached out to the football coach and explained to them what they had planned. Raph and Leo needed to see this routine. So did Mikey and Donnie. You had a feeling they would like it.

“Hello, can everyone hear me?” Raph bolted upright when he heard your voice over the loudspeakers. His eyes found you immediately, and you flashed him a warm smile. The crowd cheered in response. “So, I’m sure you all know about the new guys that started school this year, right? If you don’t, they’re pretty easy to spot. I know that in high school, every day sort of blurs together and things that used to seem odd or different just sort of seem normal. All of us on the cheer squad hope you remember something about the new guys. Because just over a year ago, they saved all of our lives.”

Raph’s heart raced. He could barely keep the smile off of his face. Your eyes stopped roaming the crowd and found his instead.

“We didn’t forget. So, here’s our thank you.”

You winked at him and then got in your place, tossing the microphone to the techie on the sidelines.

The music started, and immediately, Raph and the others recognized it as the one rap song that was written about them that had gotten really popular. The squad had been divided, each of the girls sporting a bandana somewhere on their bodies in one of their four colors, and Raph couldn’t stop his heart from soaring when he saw the bright red bandana tied around your eyes. You were one of the four girls in the front, a shell-shaped backpack strapped to your back.

He had never seen you move like that before. You were way better than he thought you would be. He watched you go through all of the moves and then end in a team pose. The crowd was on their feet by the end of it, and all four of the boys had found their way to the sidelines.

Raph walked over to you, doing everything in his power to stop himself from running to you and scooping you up in his arms.

“So?” You tilted your head to the side, still wearing the red bandana around your eyes. “Did you like it, Red?”

“I...you had me grinnin’ like an idiot, princess.” Raph smiled and leaned down closer to you. You reached up and gave the ends of his bandana a tug, pulling him closer yet. His face was inches away. You could feel his warm breath against your skin. “It was amazing.”

“It was my idea.”

“Well, I coulda guessed that.” He chuckled. “Do you maybe wanna...meet up after the game to talk about it?”

“Yes. Absolutely.” And then, finally, your lips met his.

*Bonus*

Later that night, Raph was scrolling through Instagram when he got a notification for a comment on his post. He had put up a picture of the two of you while you were wearing the red bandana and the turtle shell. The cutest look he had seen you pull off so far. It was captioned: ‘Thanks to the amazing @yourusername for being the Beauty to my Beast <3’

You had commented: ‘Oh, please. You’re my prince charming <3 *kissy face emoji*’

Raph was sure he was gonna have sweet dreams from now on.

#raph #raph x reader #raph imagine #raphael #raphael x reader #raphael imagine #tmnt #tmnt imagine #tmnt 2014 imagine #tmnt 2016 imagine

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concussed-to-pieces · 7 years

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Bookish

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns/Seth Rollins/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirsty crew! This is some self-indulgent, romance-novel levels of hurt/comfort, touchy-feely shenanigans. I hope you like it! Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes and of course, @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!

(Also apologies on this being a little late, the wifi was not cooperating)

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains rampant, wanton parental neglect.]

Since you had been very, very young, you’d been informed of your parents love for you. Numerous caretaker figures had reassured you of this, and there always seemed to be a package waiting when you got home from school with far-off places on the label, brimming with odds and ends to enrich your mind or new toys for you to play with.

But they were rarely home in person. You grew accustomed to hearing their voices through speakers or seeing their faces lit with tired, blueish light from whatever screen they had in front of them.

Loneliness wasn’t so much a feeling as it was a constant drone in the background. You thought you were used to it but it would flare brighter at random intervals, softly whispering about your solitude.

Maybe my parents don’t like me.

As you grew older family movies made your heart ache and you began to change the channel before the melancholy could ruin your day. Sixteen came and went, eighteen came and went.

Your last caretaker departed sometime during your nineteenth year and left you well and truly alone in the large house, aside from the individuals who came in to clean. You decided to take some rudimentary classes at the local college. It wasn't exactly like you had much to do now that high school was done with, and you did love reading almost everything you could get your hands on.

Twenty-one came and went, and with it went the end of proverbial 'milestone' birthdays. The years continued to file by in a neat, orderly fashion.

Maybe there's something wrong with me.

On the rare occasions where your parents came home, it was so brief and predictable that the instances began to blur together in your mind. The stiff hugs, the oh you’ve gotten so big!, the kiss on your cheek. You weren’t sure as you got older whether you were the idiot for rushing to the door every time they arrived, or whether they were the idiots for coming back.

But this might be different. A spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. Your mother had come breezing by entirely unannounced (which was unheard of), and she was thrilled.

“There’s a gala,” Your mother said with what sounded like real excitement in her voice, “And you’ve been invited too! You’re an adult now, sweetheart. You need a dress!”

You wanted to point out that seeing as you were well into your twenties, you’d been an adult for a while. But you kept your mouth shut.

You had never spent any real length of time with your mother. It was odd, wandering through a bridal shop with (essentially) a stranger who somehow had intimate knowledge of your goings-on. Occasionally though, you would catch a glimpse of a black suit and your shoulders would relax again at the implication of your safety.

Dean, Roman and Seth had been assigned as your personal security after an incident almost a year ago; someone had broken into your parent’s house while you slept peacefully and you had woken up to a loud bang when the door to your bedroom flew open. You had screamed and the intruder had fled rapidly, but the damage was done. For the weeks afterward you were escorted to and from your college classes by numerous severely-dressed women or men at all times, “until I figure out a permanent solution,” your father had said over the phone.

You amused yourself in classes thinking about them sitting outside the door like a group of bored puppies.

When at home it was like living with three to four interchangeable ghosts. The roster and names varied over the days but the personalities stayed the same. Cool, calm, the definition of organized. Not a hair out of place. You thought about The Matrix and mused on whether you were Neo or Mr. Smith. Most of the time though, you just felt like the woman in the red dress.

Sometimes you wondered what on Earth other people must think as they watched your veritable battalion of suits sit with you in the library. Maybe they think I’m in a witness protection program! That would be kind of cool. Or that I work for the CIA. Anything really, to distract or downplay the fact that you sat at an empty table.

...

You had come home from classes one Saturday, looking forward to a day off from schooling as you waved goodbye to the group that had escorted you to your front gate. “I can take it from here guys, drive safe!” You tried your best to always be decent to the people watching out for you, figuring that this glorified babysitting was way more embarrassing for them than it was for you. After all, these were individuals with actual training! They hadn’t grown up in a plush house with someone to take care of their needs and parents that loved them, you were fairly sure.

You punched in the code, unlocked the front door and stepped in, hanging up your coat and quickly taking off your shoes. There were house rules, after all. You made your way to the kitchen for your after-school snack once you did your usual check to make sure that the security system was armed, then froze in the doorway when you realized you weren’t alone. And not in the usual, the foursome shifts overlapped kind of way!

A young man with a prominent blond streak in his brown hair was hanging upside-down by his knees from one of the stylistically-exposed rafters in the kitchen, absently swinging himself back and forth like it was the most normal thing in the world. You stared for what felt like forever, utterly confused.

“Um…excuse me?” Your voice made his head turn in your direction and he dropped gracefully to the island below him, somehow managing to land with hardly any noise. “W-Who are you?” Brown eyes focused on your face as he quickly stalked on all fours over the counter, heading for you. You went to back up, suddenly terrified for your life, and you ended up backing into someone. Instinctively beginning to apologize, you half-turned to bolt and a set of arms wrapped around your waist, immobilizing you.

“Easy, you’re safe.” Said a voice that was so gravelly it sent a shiver through your body. “Rollins, knock it off. They’re shakin’ like a leaf.” The man who had spoken was tall with fierce blue eyes and messy blond hair, his jaw coated with a day's worth of growth. He looked at you curiously. “You okay, kid?”

“Aw, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Rollins apologized as he got down from the counter. “Was just having some fun.”

“W-Why are you in my house? Who are you people?!” You began struggling frantically in the other man’s grip. “Let me go! Don’t touch me!”

The blond chuckled and released you, your sudden freedom making you stumble forward. “Your parents hired us full-time. Said you needed some protection. You ought to have a notification about it.”

“I…” You whipped out your phone, moving to check your normally-barren text messages. Sure enough, there was a new one from your father. You could see Rollins shifting back and forth as you read. Their names are Dean, Seth, and Roman. “I just…please don’t touch me.” You said nervously.

“Yeah, I scared them?” Rollins huffed indignantly. “Good going Ambrose.”

“Reigns ought to be done by now, where the-” Whatever the blond man was about to say was halted by a loud thud from upstairs. “Oh Christ.” He groaned. Rollins beckoned for you to follow as Ambrose headed off towards the grand staircase. “Fuck me Roman, if you broke something...”

“I tripped! All I did was trip. It’s just really empty in here.” Protested a third man from the top of the stairs. “Echoes. Oh! They’re home. Hey.” He offered a nonchalant wave and you waved back dumbly, taking in the smooth black ponytail hanging over his shoulder. And that tattoo! It covered the majority of his right arm and spilled onto his chest beneath his loose tank top. “Oh God, did you see Rollins in the…whoops, you did. I told him he shouldn’t-”

“Don’t start, Reigns.” Rollins growled. “You encouraged my ass.”

“I said within reason!” Reigns corrected.

“If we could focus for five seconds here, gentlemen.” Ambrose whipped back around to face you. “My name is Dean Ambrose. That’s Seth Rollins.” He gestured towards the young man with the blond streak. “And that’s Roman Reigns.” There was a finger aimed at the large man at the top of the staircase. “We’ve been hired to apparently lurk on your every move.” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Your parents didn’t tell us why, but I guess that’s need-to-know information and we don't need.”

“S-Somebody broke into our house.” You said shakily. “I’m kind of alone up here, since my last caretaker left. They don't want me walking to my classes by myself either.”

“So pretty standard stuff. A sheltered young person with overprotective parents.” The looks Dean kept giving you made you even more nervous. “Do you keep a copy of your schedule somewhere?”

“I found it already, top of the fridge.” Seth produced your folded-up class schedule from his pocket and Ambrose pored over it while you stood there awkwardly. “Not really any points that need attention, honestly.”

“I can see that. Reigns, why are you still up there?” Ambrose scolded. “Get down here man.”

“Ambrose you’re being kinda’ rude.” Roman pointed out. “We need to explain. They’re obviously confused.”

“No no!” You said quickly, determined to not seem like an idiot. “I totally understand.”

“See? They’re fine. C’mon.” Ambrose grunted.

“Are you sure?” Rollins asked, his brow furrowed as he gave you a worried look. “We don't mind explaining, if you need it.”

“Absolutely. My dad keeps me in the loop.” That was an outright lie. “I guess I just forgot today was the day you guys were showing up, is all.”

“You're really isolated here, y'know.” Dean commented absently after they had huddled up for a minute or two. “Kid like you must have a lot of buddies. We figured you'd come back with your friends or something. ”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“S-Sometimes I do.” You wanted to be indignant about being called kid, but you were too snagged on the idea of friends. The word hurt a little, chipping at parts of you that you'd thought had smoothed over ages ago. “My parents said I should keep most people at arm's length.” Seth looked like he was about to say something so you quickly offered, “Would you guys like a snack? I...usually once I get out of school I make myself some apple slices with peanut butter.”

“Culinary wonders abound with you, huh kid?” Ambrose asked sarcastically.

“Dean.” Roman chided. “We've already had lunch. Thank you, though.” He continued to you.

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to...I'm not used to dealin' with someone your age.” Dean apologized awkwardly.

“If you try to pat me on the head, I will hit you.” You warned and Rollins exploded into laughter. Roman looked shocked and Ambrose's crooked grin caught you off-guard. “'Someone my age', please. Someone who's an adult? You've never dealt with an adult before?”

“So there is a personality in there!” Ambrose chuckled. “Was beginning to worry. Nah, we're just used to dealin' with old, scared businessmen. Y'know, more wrinkles than skin, pickled in brandy and reeking like cigars. Not used to interactin' with a person under the age of seventy, except for these fine gentlemen.”

“I'll take you up on your offer. Kinda' hungry still.” Seth admitted. “Didn't want to take anything out of the fridge without asking.”

“Help yourself, please. My parents have weekly deliveries. It's a bit much considering it's just me here.” You ushered him back into the kitchen.

Their names are Dean, Seth, and Roman...

...

The three men took some adjusting to.

That’s an understatement, you thought ruefully as Dean carried on an increasingly-loud conversation with Rollins about Robert Louis Stevenson's Kidnapped. The book in question was open on the table in front of them. You had been hoping to study during your lunch in the library, but instead you were being subjected to what felt like the world’s slowest battle of wits while Rollins asked what Jacobites were for the hundredth time.

Maybe it was because you knew the source material of their discussion so well, or maybe it was because you were actually trying to study, but you found your knuckles whitening on the book you currently held. You'd stumbled across the decks and highlands a thousand times in the shoes of 'young Davie', seeking an escape from the echoing silence of the house around you.

Roman was a saving grace in this situation, standing behind both men and pulling strange faces at you over their heads in an effort to get you to laugh. You finally caved in and started to snicker, startling both Seth and Dean into looking up at you. “Sorry, I just…” You floundered for a minute and then buried your flushed face back in the book you’d been trying to read.

“Oh shit, we're in a library.” Dean hissed like he'd forgotten. Sometimes the way the three men behaved made you think that they'd never had an official detail in their lives. Your rotating phalanx before they had showed up were men and women who either took themselves seriously or took themselves too seriously.

For example, the other day you had awoken to shrill yelling and maniacal laughter. When you stumbled from your room to find out what on earth was going on, you ended up running smack into a fleeing Ambrose with Reigns hot on his heels. Dean practically giggled into your neck as you laid there underneath him, still half-asleep and confused while his arms wrapped around you and gripped tightly.

Roman picked the both of you up as he grabbed Dean by the back of his pants, grunting when Ambrose refused to release you. Seth came whipping around the corner with a towel draped over his hips, looking excessively put-out. In his hand was a cartoonishly-large toy spider. “Ambrose!” He was caterwauling and you got the feeling that this arachnid-related torment was nothing new. “How many times do I have to...tell...” Rollins quickly lost steam as his eyes fell to you. A blush began to tint his face and he opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally making an indignant sound and throwing the spider at Ambrose's back with all his strength.

It bounced off harmlessly and landed on the rug, limbs moving feebly back and forth. It was a simple wind-up toy, and you supposed in this instance it literally wound Seth up. A little giggle issued from you when you pointed that out and Roman looked like he had the barest handle on his laughter. Ambrose didn't even try, just dissolving back into hysterics and burying his face in your shoulder as Seth stormed off angrily.

They made it extremely difficult for you to hold them at arm's length.

Each man was endearing in their own way. Roman got you into the habit of finding two exits from every room you were in. “Whether you gotta' make one of 'em yourself is up to you.” He had said, glancing pointedly up at the ceiling tiles of the library.

Seth showed you a few of his workout routines for when you had extra energy to burn. You had yet to swing from any rafters, of course, but he kept promising that was the next step. “You'll be Keaton-ing before you know it!”

Ambrose was rough around the edges and the quietest of the three, though he always had a random tidbit of useful knowledge to share (always at the strangest times). “Eight pounds of pressure per square inch will break a jaw real easy.” He'd stated out of the blue during one study period, making you nearly choke on your soda. “Punch or pinch the throat if you really wanna' stop a guy, though.”

The funniest part was the way that Roman and Seth always nodded after he spoke, like they were also absorbing the sage advice from their counterpart.

“What's Dean's story?” You asked Roman curiously one day.

“Not one for you to worry about.” Reigns answered, his voice oddly curt. That of course only added fuel to your fire and you resolved to suss out the mysterious tale of Dean's life.

By grilling Seth.

“Listen, he's had a hard time of it. I mean, we all have in our own ways. Dean just deals with it differently.” Rollins said finally after you refused to let up. “It's been a long road to get to the relatively-cushy setups. We've always stuck together though, even when shit got hard or dangerous. There's been a lot of times things fell through. To have this job now...shit, it's like a dream for us.” He mumbled the last bit, glancing up at you through his hair.

He carried on fiddling with a sticky lock on one of the windows in the guest bedroom. It kept giving the security system false readings, usually after two in the morning, which had resulted in more than a few sleepless nights.

Roman had very little patience when it came to you waking up during alerts; the large man always gave a two-second warning and if you weren't upright by then he scooped you into his arms like you were a child, carrying you easily down the stairs to the foyer with Rollins and Ambrose flanking him.

One night you weren't so sure it was a false reading. The window had actually been open, according to a tense Dean. “I don't like this shit one bit. It's like someone is fucking with us or feeling us out.” He had growled once Roman left to do a thorough sweep of the upstairs. You sat on the kitchen table, knowing without looking that Rollins was perched on one of the rafters overhead.

“Maybe we're just being paranoid.” Seth suggested. “What if one of the cleaners left it open?”

“I feel like we would have noticed, man. I dunno'. We'll see.” Dean hopped up onto the table beside you, pressing his thigh against your own. “Catch some 'Z's.” He ordered, like you would instantly pass out upon hearing the command. You shook your head and he grumbled under his breath, pulling you tight to his side after a momentary hesitation. “Look, you don't have to worry if we're around.” Ambrose said gruffly. “We got it covered.” His fingers dug into your hair for a second and he began to slowly rub the back of your neck. “We got it covered. Sleep.”

“Can't.” You protested, looking up at him warily. The firm pressure of his hand was so foreign, the casual presence of his thigh against yours an alien sensation. When was the last time you had been touched like this, treated like you were someone to be comforted? Your eyes half-lidded and Ambrose made a satisfied noise.

“There, that's it. Shh.” He murmured. “You're safe here with us.”

You had lingered there between asleep and awake for what seemed like hours (Roman's sweeps were very thorough), just allowing Dean to rub your neck and shoulders. When it was finally time to return to bed, you barely remembered Roman's arms around you.

You woke up a little later and drowsily realized you were sandwiched in between the three men, your face snuggled into Roman's chest and Seth pressed tightly to your back. Ambrose's arm was flung over Roman's side, his hand resting on your shoulder.

You're safe here with us.

…

Which was how you’d ended up in this mess, crammed into a dressing room with Seth’s large body protectively shielding your own half-clothed one. You had been in the middle of getting undressed when Seth vaulted over the top of the wall and quickly put a hand on your mouth.

“Be very quiet.” He whispered, and you nodded. “There’s a guy out there and he may be looking for you.”

You were already scared stiff, it wasn’t much of a stretch to be silent. Why would he look for me?

“Nothing is gonna’ happen to you while we’re here. Ambrose spotted him following you and your mom. Have to see if we can get their security to chase him off without a fuss.” Seth turned to face the door, squaring his shoulders like he was trying to make himself look bigger.

His words didn’t do much to alleviate the terror you felt. This was the break-in all over again. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, tight enough to ache. Seth seemed to notice, because he reached back to take your hand. Hesitated. Then kept going, his fingers loosely wrapping around your wrist. He pulled you closer when you didn’t protest, your cheek resting on his shoulder blade. You could feel his back rise and fall with his breathing, the thudding of his heart nearly drowning out everything else.

There was a noise from outside the door and Seth tensed, his hold tightening on you. You wished you could disappear into the floor, just curl up into yourself and vanish. Seth flinched when the door handle gave a sudden click! as the lock disengaged. You couldn’t see over his shoulder so you grabbed his hand, squeezing it as tight as you could. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-

“It’s us, man. They got him.” Roman said quietly.

Seth turned and exhaled a long breath of relief as Roman’s arm slung over one shoulder and Dean’s draped over the other. Like they had planned it, the three men drew you into a hug. You didn’t realize you were crying until Dean smeared a tear off your cheek, looking more worried than you’d ever seen him. “You don’t need to be scared when we’re around.” He grumbled. “How many times we gotta’ tell you that?”

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“Shh, keep trying stuff on.” Rollins interrupted softly. “I’m sure your mom will be over any second now and the last thing we want is her thinking something is up.”

Ambrose stepped back, his eyes narrowed to bright blue slits. “What do you mean, somethin’?”

“You know exactly what he means man, knock it off.” Roman bumped Dean with his shoulder. “We’re in a dressing room with them and they’re half-naked. Because Lord knows none of us have any sort of restraint, we just go straight primal.” He huffed.

Ambrose grabbed a dress off the wall at random and quickly unzipped the back of it for you. “Here.”

“I-I don’t even like th-that one.” You protested tremulously, making Roman snort.

“It’s irrelevant, she’s gonna’ put you into something you hate and you know it. All you are is a goddamn doll to her.” Dean snapped, the words hitting you hard. “Besides, what’s wrong with it? S’ that princess cut. Everyone likes a princess cut.”

“Why do you-!” Now you wanted to argue, how dare he say something like that about your mother? The woman I barely know. What an audacious assumption!

“Not important. Color is godawful, but nothing we can do about that.” Dean shook the bunch of fabric at you impatiently. “C’mon.”

“I feel stupid.” You complained even as you stepped into the skirt.

“Trust me, no matter how you feel, you look even dumber.” Dean promised, making Seth slap him on the arm. “What Rollins, s'just a joke, we all know they look fine no matter what they’re wear…” Dean’s sentence trailed off as he zipped the back of the dress up and his eyes met yours in the mirror for the longest second of your life. “…ing.”

A knock on the dressing room door made all of you jump. “Honey, you doing okay in there? I have a bunch more for you to try!” Seth started mouthing swears, all but windmilling his arms.

I need to be a diversion, you realized suddenly.

You put your finger to your lips and reached for the door handle. “Actually Mom,” You began slowly, opening the dressing room door just enough to slip out. “I was wondering if there was something in this style, but a different color?” You circled your mother so she turned her back to the dressing room, swirling the skirt of the dress around your legs. “I like this one, it’s just the color.” You grimaced, trying not to watch Seth and Dean slink out of the dressing room and flee down the hallway back to the store. Roman winked at you before following the other two men and you felt yourself start to blush, your fingers twisting the skirt nervously.

Your mother clapped her hands together, seeming weirdly excited. All she wants is a doll to dress up, all you are is a doll to her. Dean’s words sat in your stomach like a brick. Not her kid, just a toy. “Of course honey! What color did you have in mind?”

…

The gala was shaping up to be a royal pain. Every time you turned around there was another person you needed to be introduced to, another person who got to react strangely to your parents announcing that they had a fully-grown child. Had you been aware that you were such a closely-guarded secret, you would have opted to stay that way. As such, you were stuck clumsily trekking through unfamiliar posturing and niceties. Your face already ached from smiling.

The worst part was that your father had given your security trio the night off. “You boys go have fun, alright? Our treat. You’ve worked hard enough. Hope our little one wasn’t too much trouble.” Your father had said grandly, like you weren’t standing right there.

“We’ll report back by eight o’ clock tomorrow morning, sir.” Was all Roman had said in reply.

Dean and Seth both remained silent while your father blustered “that’s too early,” and “I want you boys to enjoy yourselves!” You had never noticed how much your father stank of cigar smoke until you saw Seth's nostrils flare and Ambrose seemed downright twitchy while dealing with the older man, his whole body tense.

“Eight o’ clock. Sir.” Roman repeated sternly.

You longed for the comfort their company brought you, the safety you felt when you caught sight of a suit out of the corner of your eye. You were nervous, so nervous, still confused about the man in the shop the other day. Why would he have been looking for me? The evidence you’d gathered tonight alone seemed to indicate that no one even knew you existed. What if he was a hitman, sent to kill me? What if I’m in danger right this second? You glanced around furtively. Everyone looked suspicious to you, well-dressed men and women clustered in their little groups. Maybe you read too many murder mysteries. What if my parents are secretly not my parents at all, but robots?!

“Ah, have you met our child? Honey, come here.” Your mother's sweet tone interrupted your frantic thought process and you whipped around, tacking your smile back on quickly so you could interact with more people you would (hopefully) never see again.

“They are remarkably plain for being your child, my dear.” The older woman standing by your mother sniffed. “I would have thought the two of you could muster up someone a bit more...striking.”

“Hey easy, they take after me!” Your father chuckled, a heavy hand landing on your shoulder. You felt like the room was too small. “What did you expect? We sure as heck weren't keeping some beauty cooped up in that place after all!” His laugh was a sharp guffaw that made you flinch. “Nope, brainiac through and through, this one! But I think they clean up pretty good.” He cupped your chin and turned your head to the side, displaying your perfectly-applied makeup. “The wife works miracles, am I right?”

That was it. That was it. You jerked your face out of his hand and if looks could kill, he would have been on the eleven o' clock news. Your father shifted back, seeming concerned. “Don't.” Was all you said through your clenched teeth before you made your daring escape.

Slowly, tripping over the skirt of your dress as you fought your way through the groups of people and tried your hardest not to cry.

While your mother had been doing your makeup and prattling away with your father you'd felt like a princess, like they might actually love you and care about you, like their absence had been a misunderstanding. You stayed quiet and let the conversation wash over you, just listening to your parents talk to one another.

Like I wasn't even there.

Your lower lip quivered as you stumbled out into one of the many hallways that branched out from the main room like a rabbit warren. Everything was so unfamiliar. More than anything you wished you were home right now, curled up in your bed with a good book.

Someone grabbed your arm as you passed a shadowy alcove in the hallway and you lashed out for the person’s throat like Ambrose had taught you, savagely gratified when you heard a muffled grunt after your hand connected. A set of black-framed glasses tumbled to the floor, knocked loose by your enthusiastic movement.

“Christ.” Seth gasped, rubbing his neck as he stepped forward into the light. “Go easy on a guy, will you?”

You were unable to keep from lunging at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and clinging to him silently. Your tears started to soak the fabric of his shirt as he paused, then hugged you back.

“Easy, easy, it’s okay. We’re getting you out of here.” He murmured once you let him go, patting around on the carpet for his glasses. “Didn't mean to scare you.” The frames settled back onto his nose. You had never seen him with his glasses on. And in his street clothes for the first time since the day you'd met, his painted on skinny jeans! It was strange, like there was a part of him you didn't know. Logically that was true, you didn't exactly ask what he did in his free time. “Reigns and Ambrose are around the block. You ready?” Seth held out his hand and you took it without a second of hesitation, making him give you a happy, boyish grin.

...

“Look at that! Somehow you managed to spirit Cinderella away from the ball before the clock struck twelve, right out from under the noses of their evil parents!” Dean praised Rollins, “Back to your princes where you belong, eh gorgeous?” His teasing tone differed so much from your father's; you rolled your eyes when he called you 'gorgeous'.

“Alright, everyone in the car.” Roman ordered. They were all wearing their street clothes and you took the opportunity to appraise the three, enjoying what you saw. Seth, of course, filled out his skinny jeans to perfection, but Roman and Dean weren't far behind. Roman wore a simple zip-up sweatshirt with a loose pair of jeans, his long hair tucked up into a baseball cap. Ambrose had on a leather jacket and a set of jeans that somehow made his waist look even trimmer than usual. They looked good. Relaxed.

“How did you guys know I was in trouble?” You asked from your spot between Dean and Seth in the backseat.

Roman snorted loudly as he shifted gears. “You’ve barely been socialized your entire life and now all of a sudden you’re expected to deal with a whole damn party of people? I’m impressed you survived as long as you did.”

“Where are we going?”

“Surprise!” Seth said quickly as Dean opened his mouth. “It's a surprise. You'll see.”

The surprise was apparently a bowling alley. You hung back behind the wall of Roman at the front counter, clinging to his hand as you felt shy and awkward. You must look so ridiculous, dressed up in this silly gown while the three men with you were in normal clothes.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist and then Dean rested his cheek on the top of your head, swaying you back and forth as he waited for Roman to finish paying for their lane and shoes. Seth was bouncing up and down beside you like a small child, accepting his shoes from Roman with an excited whoop and bolting for the lane. “He's such a kid sometimes.” Dean grumbled, his words laced with fondness.

Roman nodded in agreement, the side of his mouth tugging up in a smile. His hand slid to the small of your back and he guided you over to the chairs by the lane. Seth was already busily tapping names into the display board while you tried to get your dress out of the way to put on your shoes. “I don't know if I'll...” You trailed off as Dean knelt in front of you and helped you escape your elaborate party shoes, the blond man chuckling when he saw your Batman-patterned no-show socks. “What?” You asked defensively, “My mom said I had to put on nylons, she didn't say I couldn't wear anything over them.”

“How many other workarounds you got, gorgeous?” Ambrose asked with a grin. “I feel like we could all learn somethin' tonight.”

“I'm not allowed to wear tank tops, but they never mentioned sleeveless shirts.”

Roman laughed incredulously. “What do they have against tank tops? Those are ninety-five percent of my wardrobe.”

“The skin that they show.” You shrugged and Dean looked up at you, his large hand cupping under your calf so he could wiggle one of the bowling shoes on. “I can't have ice cream after eleven. Frozen yogurt isn't ice cream.”

“Alright, we're all set. Prepare to be crushed, Roman!” Seth announced as the board overhead went live.

...

You were delivered safely to your parent’s house some time between one and two in the morning. The house was dark and silent, like always, and Roman set you down in the foyer while Dean fumbled for the light switch. It didn't appear that your parents were back yet. Seth urged you up the stairs to your room while you yawned and rubbed your eyes, those terrible heels abandoned by the door so you could actually manage the stairs in the first place.

“Bathroom first, we need to get your war paint off.” Roman said softly once you entered your room. Obediently you kept moving to the smaller room, faintly entertained when all three men followed into the tight space.

Seth took the washcloth from you and you just sat there propped up against the sink, letting him carefully rid you of the layers of smooth foundation and bright eyeshadow. “There, that's better.” He said with a gentle smile. “You're so beautiful.”

“Pretty with, pretty without.” Ambrose agreed, scooping you up off the sink counter. You were certain you were dreaming at this point and so you let yourself be carried back into the bedroom, resting your cheek on his shoulder. Dean laid you down on your bed and rolled you onto your stomach, slowly unzipping the dress you wore. “Shh, it's alright.” He murmured when you shivered, his fingers trailing down the bare skin of your back. “You're safe.”

A bearded mouth pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, whether it was Roman or Seth you couldn't tell. You hummed, arching your back and snuggling down into the bedspread as more kisses landed. “Sleep good.” Roman's voice rumbling was the last thing you could remember before you drifted off.

...

It became a ritual of sorts between the four of you. At least twice a month they would take a 'day off' and essentially loose you upon the unsuspecting populace. You attempted rollerblading and played laser tag, one time you even danced with Ambrose at some weird exercise class Rollins had signed all of you up for. There was always a competition between Roman and Seth, both men striving to one-up and improve each other. It led to some entertaining moments, like the both of them grappling at the top of a rock-climbing wall while Dean hollered just kiss already!

You learned slowly along the way how to interact with other people. You were pretty sure your professor jumped out of his skin when you started raising your hand in class, and your classmates looked at you like you had fourteen heads. It was incredibly satisfying to find out that you could engage with other people the way Dean, Seth and Roman engaged with you. Of course, this also led to much more awkwardness than you would prefer. You hadn’t realized that speaking up in class would put you on the proverbial map.

“Can I sit here?” The young man asking didn't wait for your stammered reply before making himself comfortable at your table in the library. “Now, I've seen you around and I never really caught your name. You're kinda' cute, so I'd appreciate it if you rectified that.”

You shook your head, confused at how rude he was being.

He grunted, seeming a bit startled. “Well, my name is-”

“Irrelevant.” Came the growl from Dean behind you. “Your name is irrelevant.”

“Hey, what's with the posse? Everyone's dying to know.” The young man changed tactics, unwisely glossing over Ambrose's interruption. “I mean, we all figured you must be mute or some shit and that these clowns were-”

Seth hoisted him up by the back of his hoodie and unceremoniously dumped him out of the chair, settling into the seat with his coffee still intact. “Heya' gorgeous, miss me?” He asked, winking at you while you flushed bright red. “Reigns is coming, he had to find the good Subway. The one that doesn't skimp on their meat, y'know.” Rollins was the picture of insolence. Sometimes you wondered if he cultivated the image or if it came naturally to him. “For our date tonight, the boys and I were thinking a movie? Although this super cool trampoline place just opened up across town, so if you're up for it..”

Rollins words faded into background static to you.

Date.

Our date tonight.

Oh my God.

“Hey, you in there?” Dean's hand waved in front of your eyes and you snapped back into focus.

“Yes! Sorry, I just...sorry.” You mumbled.

“If that guy upset you we can go get him to apologize.” Ambrose’s tone had darkened and you quickly took his hand.

“No no! C’mon, you guys are professionals. You can’t just go around strong-arming random people.” You reasoned, “Might look a little weird, you know?”

“Fine. He gets off with a warning this time.” Seth grumbled, reaching across the table to fist bump Dean. “Next time though. Oh, next time.”

A movie was voted on once Roman returned from getting his lunch, the three of them chatting in hushed tones while you toyed with the book in front of you.

Our date. Is that what had been happening this whole time? You were so confused. Weren’t you just their detail? Why would they bring me along on their off time though?

Our date.

…

The movie had been enjoyable. You couldn’t actually remember what it was about for the life of you, though.

Seth’s hand had stayed on your thigh for most of it, his leg tucked up against your own. As if that wasn’t distracting enough, Roman had wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Then, Ambrose (who had camped out in the row behind you) put his hand on the back of your neck over Roman’s arm and massaged the area absently.

Some part of you wondered whether this was appropriate behavior but a much louder part of you clamored for the attention. You were more than flustered by the time the credits rolled, bolting to your feet. “I…bathroom!” You stammered, quickly stepping over Roman’s legs and almost falling down the steps to the exit of the theater.

“Wait!” Seth called, but you didn’t bother stopping to see whether they were following you. Checking the signs to look for a bathroom, you hurried along as fast as you could.

Upon reaching the relative quiet of the restroom, you tried to collect yourself. Your face was all red, your body shaking a little while you patted at your flushed skin with a damp paper towel. What’s wrong with me? You stared at your reflection critically in the mirror, holding the edge of the sink tightly. Deep breaths surged in and our of your lungs as you did your best to calm your racing pulse, tried to get your knees to stop trembling.

Understanding suddenly hit you like a bolt of lightning, your eyes widening. You could barely believe your own thoughts. The three of them?! Your heart leaped in your chest. The three of them. You stood stock-still for a minute and then nodded at yourself, scowling fiercely. The three of them.

You tossed the paper towel away, tried your damnedest to straighten your clothes out a bit and then opened the door to confront your security. Your friends. Your--

The young man from the library earlier was leaned against the opposite wall, his expression decidedly smug. “I thought I saw you. Where’s your groupies?” He asked, glancing around. You cursed your own stupidity as he pushed himself off the wall and loped towards you.

“They’re…they’re going to be here any second.” But you couldn’t even convince yourself, never mind this oversized creep.

The young man nodded, pursing his lips. “Guess that means I’ve got a time limit. S’okay.” His fists pressed to the wall on either side of your head, his large form looming over yours. You wanted to punch him in the jaw (eight pounds of pressure per square inch) but fear snapped like an iron band around your chest, squeezing off your breath. “What, you too stuck up to talk to me? All I wanna’ know is your name.” He complained, sounding irritated. His hands shifted to your shoulders and you flinched without meaning to, hating the way he smiled at your obvious terror.

This is why people need to be kept at arm’s length.

You weren’t exactly sure what happened next. One second the guy was towering over you, smirking. You dimly heard the thunder of footsteps that he didn’t seem to notice. You wanted to close your eyes as the guy leaned in but then there was this blur of motion that launched shoulder-first into the young man’s side and flattened him.

“You do not touch them!” Roman shouted once he got back to his feet, his chest heaving. “Only we can touch them!” His words were laden with an irrational fury, a blinding outrage that you wished you could borrow to keep your body from shaking.

Only we can touch them.

Yes, your traitorous mind begged, a thousand times yes!

“Gorgeous, you with us?” Dean asked, seeming frantic as he pressed his forehead to your own. “Sorry we’re late.” He apologized. Rollins wrapped you in a tight hug and you shivered against his chest, overwhelmed. “There’s restrooms left and right, guess we picked the wrong direction first.”

“What did he do?” Rollins questioned, his voice level.

“I just…I didn’t want to be touched.” You whispered. “That’s all. I didn’t want to be touched. I’m okay.” The words didn’t seem to be able to keep from repeating and you mumbled them under your breath. Didn’t want to be touched. Didn’t want to be touched.

“Are you sure?” Ambrose’s hands smoothed over your shoulders and you made a little sound of distress. “Roman, get over here.” He ordered, making Roman look up from his staring contest with the young man on the ground. “We need to leave.”

“But I was-”

“No, Reigns. We need to go home.” Dean was demanding at this point. “Now.”

Roman frowned, but slowly returned to your side. “Can you move?” The question caught you off guard and you nodded. “Okay. Can you walk?” That one was a bit harder to answer. You tried taking a step and your foot instantly dragged on the rug. You fumbled to grab Seth’s shoulder again.

“What’s wrong with me?” You asked, your own voice sounding distant and tinny to your ears. A hand gently caught your chin and tilted it back up. You had been drifting downward without realizing it. Everything was so heavy all of a sudden. Didn’t want to be touched. Didn’t want to be touched.

“He’s not gonna’ touch you ever again.” Roman snarled. You must have said it out loud again instead of thinking it.

“Just us.” It was Rollins this time who easily picked you up in his arms, obviously hell-bent on ignoring the looks from the other patrons that you were sure you were getting. “Only us.” He kissed your forehead. “Only us.”

You hid your face in his neck, closing your eyes and trying to even out your breathing. I’m safe. Didn’t want to be touched. I’m safe now. It’s okay. Only them. It’s okay if it’s them. Your fingers twisted desperately into Seth’s shirt and he cleared his throat when you mouthed clumsily over the skin of his neck.

“Hey, whatcha’ doing?” Seth’s voice had a strange rasp to it that made hope surge in your belly. “I uh…oh.” He paused. “Oh.”

“Only us.” Ambrose seemed to understand what was going on, detaching your fingers from Seth’s shirt so he could kiss your hand. “Only us.”

“Yes.” You whimpered.

There was a breathless noise from Roman, a short mutter of, “Fuck, us?”

“Keep you safe no matter what.” Seth gasped as you crooned into his neck. “With or without this, you know that.”

“I know.” You breathed. “Thank you.”

Ambrose unlocked the car and Seth carefully sat you in the middle of the backseat, waiting until you had your seat belt on before getting in beside you. His mouth was on yours abruptly, facial hair rubbing your skin in a way that you had never experienced before. Roman got in on the other side, beginning to press kisses to your neck and jaw. You keened softly, stroking your fingers through Seth’s hair as Roman’s mouth laced a hot trail down your throat to your shoulder.

“Seatbelts.” Ambrose sounded a little dazed. “Damn, that is a pretty sight.”

You blushed and Seth groaned into your mouth. “Jesus Christ you are so fucking cute when you do that.”

“It’s sexy as hell. You’ve got no right.” Roman agreed, tugging the neck of your shirt a little further out of his way. “The way you get all flustered over Seth, the way you nudge your nose into my chest when you want some attention, the way you beg Ambrose to rub your neck. You’re…fuck, you’re adorable.”

“I do not beg!” You protested.

Dean’s chuckle was low, like a rumble of satisfaction. “You might not notice it. You might not purposely do it. Maybe.” He allowed, smirking at you in the rearview mirror. “But you definitely do it.”

“Hey, I don’t blame you. He’s got great hands.” Roman winked at Dean. “Big asset in our trio.”

You wondered about that for a second, especially when Dean’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “I mean, I don’t wanna’ brag or nothin’.”

Seth was enthusiasm personified, while Roman was more methodical. Between the two of them you were an absolute mess by the time Ambrose pulled into the driveway, your body quivering with a need you had never put a name to.

Your bed always seemed so huge when it was just you. But with three other men on it, suddenly there was barely enough room. You arched up against Seth, whining into his mouth when he slipped a hand beneath your skirt. “Fucking Christ, your noises, I just-” He stopped dead and you were scared you’d done something wrong. Maybe being this eager was a mistake? “Fuck.” Seth said finally. “Ambrose?”

“S’up?”

“Fingers. You’re better at this. They’re…” Seth trailed off, inhaling and dragging a hand through his hair.

“Oh.” Dean tugged Seth’s belt, moving him to one side.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, concerned now. “What is it?” You asked, wishing you could keep the tremor out of your voice.

“Nothin’, gorgeous, absolutely nothin’. It’s just a preference.” Dean explained, “Rollins has a hard time with keepin’ himself under control if it’s delicate work and…I mean I’m making a bold assumption here, but I’m guessing you haven’t exactly had a lot of stuff happen in your pants. He can be a little…gangbusters.”

You felt like your face must be neon red. Roman laughed at your expression, humming into your mouth as you kissed him. “Ambrose will be good to you.” He assured when you pulled away for breath. “He knows what he’s doing.”

“Christ, that barely matters, they’re fuckin’ soaked through their panties.” Ambrose clapped a hand to the side of your thigh, pushing your skirt up out of his way. “You are just dripping, Jesus. Can I taste? Wanna’ taste.” He asked, his smile dimpling his cheeks. “Wanna’ lick you, touch you. Make you come.”

“B-But I'm...what if you don't like how I taste?” You fretted.

Roman fairly roared with laughter, like you had just told the funniest joke in the world. “Ambrose-” He wheezed, smacking the other man on the shoulder.

Dean snickered into the skin of your thigh, dragging your panties down and slingshotting them absently across the room. “Not a chance in hell.” He said firmly.

Rollins moaned at Dean’s words, his jeans doing nothing to hide his arousal. Bravely you reached out to Seth, your fingers sliding his shirt up so you could touch his side. “When you held my thigh,” You began carefully. “Did you want to do something more than that?”

Seth jerked his head down to look at you. “I…” He licked his lips nervously. “I um. If you wanted it, y-yeah.” He admitted. “I like touching you.”

“And when you put your arm around me?” You looked up at Roman.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to not kiss you? We're professionals but you sure as hell didn't make anything easy for us.” Roman reached over you to boldly fondle Seth through his jeans, making the other man squirm and bite his lip. “Any idea how many times we all had to have a good long talk with one another about you? About the fact that we are human, yeah, but we're not assholes.” Reigns shrugged, taking your hand and bringing it to cup Seth's prominent bulge. “Your safety is the number one priority here.” He continued, like Seth wasn't panting breathy little sobs while Roman guided your hand back and forth.

Ambrose's tongue on your clit was like a jolt of electricity, no one had ever-! You cried out, startled at the intensity of the sensation. Ambrose hummed against you, the sound rolling through your body. One finger gently teased over your entrance, almost like how you would do it yourself when you were alone.

“Gorgeous.” Seth murmured.

“You're tight as fuck.” Ambrose pulled back to say, his finger slipping into you. His chin was glistening with your arousal and you didn't know how you managed it but you flushed redder than before. “Oh, and you taste fine.” He added nonchalantly before adding a second finger.

Roman ran his hand through Dean's hair and started urging you on. “You fuck his fingers, got it gorgeous? Fuck his fingers and soak his tongue, that's what he loves.” Dean moaned against you and you gasped, rolling your hips up. “That's it, look at you fucking tremble, God. Move those hips, fuck him good.” Dean curled his fingers up inside of you, nudging your clit with his nose and that was all it took for you to come. You cried out again and writhed underneath Dean's attentive ministrations, feeling more than hearing Seth's groan of approval as you panted for breath.

“You want Seth, yeah?” Roman was asking you a question, waiting until you nodded dazedly before smiling down at you. “God, you're perfect. We don't hand him off to just anyone, y'know.”

“Very picky.” Dean mumbled, settling back on his haunches and almost falling off the bed when Roman kissed him hard. “Tastes great, yeah?” He managed to get out in between Roman enthusiastically delving his tongue into his mouth. “M' rock hard just from that, fuck, Reigns.” He sighed.

“Can I? I know Roman already asked, but I want to make sure.” Seth kissed your forehead before you could say anything and you felt your insides melt to pool in your stomach.

“Yes, please, please.” You begged, shifting your hips eagerly.

Ambrose reached over without looking and easily pulled Seth's zipper down, snickering at the noise that escaped Rollins. “You gonna' fuck that cock, like you fucked my fingers? He's a little thicker than my fingers.” Dean teased, “Probably gonna' have a hard time getting that cock out of those tight pants of his. He still wears 'em though. He likes tormenting us.”

“And fuck, is it torment.” Roman groaned as Dean slid a hand into his basketball shorts. “Fucking Ambrose, Jesus.”

Rollins shoved his jeans down as far as he could before they bunched up and then hooked your knees over his shoulders. “I'm gonna' go slow. Not going to hurt you, okay? You're safe with us.” He promised, pressing his forehead to yours and staring into your eyes. “Safe.”

“Okay.” You murmured, looping your arms around his neck. Somehow, somehow, you knew none of them would lie to you. When Seth's pelvis shifted forward Roman was suddenly there, his mouth on yours and his hands tangled in your hair.

“Shh, go slow Seth.” The large man breathed, like he was calming a skittish animal. “Gentle.”

Seth nodded and you dug your fingers into his back, feeling the tense muscle ripple under your touch. “Won't hurt you.” He said through clenched teeth.

“I know.” You gasped and Seth dropped his head to rest on your shoulder. “Always keeping me safe.” You stroked his hair and Rollins began to thrust in earnest, causing your slick to dribble out down your thighs. “So good to me.” You sighed.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.” Seth grunted. “Can't say that.”

“He likes being good.” Dean supplied helpfully, dragging Seth's head back up so he could lap at the younger man's neck.

“You like that? When you're good to me?” You asked, keening when Seth sped up even further. Something about him pounding into you while Ambrose mouthed and toyed with him coiled in your belly, Roman helping you along by whispering things in your ear. Things like so good, things like come for me. You weren't sure whether he meant them for you or for Seth but either way you could feel a second orgasm threatening to crest. “Seth-!”

“I know, I can feel you.” Seth choked out as you came, his body going so still over you. “Fuck, yes, Christ.” He gasped, closing his eyes and hanging his head.

“I got it from here, gorgeous.” Dean grinned, essentially passing you off to Roman after Seth pulled out of you with a low groan. Roman cradled you to his chest, soothing your body back down to a gentle hum after the exertion of moments earlier. You were vaguely aware that Dean was jerking Seth off to finish him, that gravelly voice saying absolutely filthy things that got Seth to beg so nicely for more.

“You did so good.” Reigns praised, smiling fondly when you ducked your face shyly into his shirt. “Incredible.”

“So tired.” You mumbled, your insides tensing at random as aftershocks raced through your core.

“You're all set for the night, gorgeous. You rest now.” Roman kissed your forehead. “You're safe. Nothing can happen to you while we're here.” You snuggled into his large form, exhaustion lulling you to sleep.

You're safe here with us.

You're ours. Only ours.

Safe with us.

A bearded set of lips pressed to your ear. Seth's voice sounded thrashed in the best way possible. “Sleep good, gorgeous.”

Part Two

#seth rollins #roman reigns #dean ambrose #seth rollins/roman reigns/dean ambrose/reader #thirst party saturday #the shield #Bodyguard!AU #so much fluffy bullshit #i love it #hurt/comfort #the shield smut #the shield/reader

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All’s Fair In Love And War, Part Three

Summary: You are Stiles Stilinski’s older sister, who was previously dating Derek, but you and Derek fought and broke up. You move to New Orleans, where you meet and fall in love with Klaus Mikaelson, and he turns you into a hybrid. Derek ends up in New Orleans to try and get you back, but is shocked to find you’ve been turned into a hybrid, and Klaus gets defensive and he and Derek fight and it all ends in Klaus fluff…

Author: @samanthaofanarchy

Author’s Note: My lovely followers, I’m sorry it has taken me so long to write this. From a rough year at uni to a rough few months at home, I have just been trying to balance everything and I am eternally grateful for your patience. Enjoy!

Every time I looked into this girl’s eyes, I felt an impossible attraction to her: the one they tell you that you only feel once in a lifetime…

I quickly realized I had just been gazing at her and not saying anything, so I stated “It’s wonderful to meet you, Love. You have to be the most magnificent creature I have ever seen…”

She blushed, looking down at her lap, then lifting her eyes back up to me.

The more I looked at this angel sitting in front of me, the more I came to realize that I had finally found HER.

I found the woman I would need by my side for the rest of my eternity.

I had found my mate, and now that I have found her, I will do everything in my power to care for her and I will love her until the end of our days…

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Y/N’S POV

Cami, Marcel, Klaus, and I spent the next several hours drinking at the bar until Connie told us it was time to close up.

Klaus asked me many questions about my childhood and where I grew up, what my parents were like, and about my relationship with my little brother.

“My little brother is rather mischievous. It’s actually because of him that I became aware of the supernatural.” I said, sipping my beer.

“How so?” Klaus asked, intrigued.

“Well, one night, he and his best friend Scott heard a call come over my dad’s police scanner about a dead body in the woods and they decided they were going to go investigate it. When they got out there, they accidentally tripped right over the body while walking around, and then out of nowhere, something bit Scott on the side, but whatever it was disappeared in a blur. Scott had a pretty big wound, but then by the next day, it had already healed.” I paused.

“Stiles had brought Scott to the hospital, and I was there dealing with a sprained wrist when he brought him in, so I saw the wound. I was also there the next day when they saw the wound completely healed. I helped Stiles do research on what had happened, and with a little bit of time, we had figured out that Scott was a werewolf. And then a short time later, Stiles and Scott were getting help from Derek on how to help Scott deal with his new abilities and Stiles kept doing research, keeping me in the loop. Then, when he and Scott would meet up with Derek, I would pick them up sometimes, so I met Derek and he and I got to talking, I agreed to going on a first date, and... the rest is history.” I finished, tears threatening to spill from my eyes, so I turned to look down into my glass, swishing my drink around.

I looked over at Klaus, who had his eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes scanned over my face. When he met my eyes, he gave me a soft smile.

“You know, love... Heartbreak doesn’t last forever. And I’ve experienced a lot of it, and I’m an Original Immortal, so I know what I’m talking about.” He said, making me laugh.

“Ah... there it is. My new favorite sound.” He smiled a megawatt smile, which made me blush so hard I felt like I was probably almost as red as a tomato.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what exactly is it that caused you and this werewolf of yours to split up, love?”

“Well, we’d been fighting all the time for the last couple months and then one night, we blew up at each other. I was angry because I felt like we hardly spent any time together, and then he decided he was going to accuse me of cheating and call me a slut because some random guy came up to me at the bar and started hitting on me. By that point, I decided that I’d had enough. I ran out of the bar and ducked into the convenience store and called my little brother to come pick me up. He took me to get my things from the loft that Derek and I shared, and I was staying with my dad and brother until Cami called a few days ago. I jumped at the opportunity to be anywhere but Beacon Hills, and so here I am...” I replied, sort of rolling my eyes and taking a large swig of my beer.

“You might want to slow down there, love. You drink too much now and you’ll end up feeling it tomorrow...” Klaus remarked, sliding my glass away from me. Normally this would have made me mad, but I knew he was right deep down.

“While I know you’re right, somehow feeling the pain of a hangover seems like it would be better than feeling the pain of heartbreak.”

Klaus turned my stool so that I would be facing him.

I looked up to see his kind, soft eyes, and I began to feel tears roll down my cheeks.

He reached up and wiped my tears away with his thumbs, giving me a soft smile while looking over my face.

“To weep is to make less the depth of grief” quoted Klaus.

“That’s lovely... Shakespeare, I believe?” I asked with as big a smile as I could muster.

“Correct, from King Henry VI, part 3... It seemed very fitting for the current situation.” He smirked.

“I’d have to agree...” I said with a giggle. “On that note, I should probably head home. I need to call my father to let him know I’m okay. He already thinks my decision is impulsive. I don’t want him worrying about me getting hurt on my first night here...” I said, standing up from my barstool.

“I can assure you, as long as I’m around, love, you’ll be perfectly safe...” Klaus said with a smirk.

Despite the fact he and I had just met a few hours ago, I believed him when he said he’d keep me safe.

Cami had just gotten done talking to Marcel and nodded her head towards the door, letting me know she was ready to leave.

Connie walked over to where I was standing as I slid my jacket on. “Have a good night, sweetheart. See you tomorrow afternoon around 12 for sound check?”

“Sounds good! See you tomorrow, Connie!” I said with a small wave.

Connie walked away to help another customer, and then Klaus spoke from behind me. “Sound check?”

“Oh! Yeah, I’m working as the new live music act/bartender here. If I’m gonna help Cami with the rent, I needed a job and Cami told me about this opening up, so I sent my resumé down and Connie gave me the job.”

“Well then, love, I look forward to hearing you sing...” He said, lifting my hand to his lips again and pressing a kiss to the back of it. I blushed.

“I look forward to it as well.” I said, reluctantly pulling my hand away and walking towards the door.

When I looked back, Klaus was still looking after me, and I smiled and waved and he smiled back.

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KLAUS’S POV

As Y/N walked away with Camille, I desperately wished I was going with her.

“You’re totally in love with her, aren’t you?” Marcel said from beside me.

“I do believe I am.”

“Well man, I think you should definitely go for her... she’s your type- pretty, smart, sarcastic, and plus, you don’t even have to tell her you’re a vampire because she already knows! She’s exactly your type...” Marcel said with a smirk.

“She is, but this one is... different.”

“Yeah... aren’t they all?” Marcel stated with a roll of his eyes and a huff of laughter.

“No. There’s no one else like her, mate. I can tell you that right now...”

“Okay sure... Just like Katherine- sorry, Katerina. I just hope you don’t dig yourself into the same kind of hole here if you go after her like you did Katerina...”

“It won’t. I can almost guarantee it.” I said with an assumptive smirk.

“If you say so...” Marcel stated as he got up and made his way to the door.

I left a $100 dollar bill on the counter for Connie and she smiled at me as she finished locking up the bar.

As I walked down the street towards my family’s home, I knew I had to find a way to prove that my affections towards Y/N are anything but my typical and normal feelings that I had bestowed upon many women before her... and I knew that I was not only going to have to prove it to Marcel, but to everyone else around me...

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DEREK’S POV

I had been wandering around the loft all day and all night since I had spoken to Stiles.

I was doing everything in my power to distract myself from thinking of Y/N.

I made myself some spaghetti on the stove, but I found myself thinking that no matter what I did to the sauce I had made, it would never taste the same way it does when Y/N makes it.

I attempted to read a few books, but I didn’t find any of the stories as interesting as I did when I read them aloud and watching Y/N’s expressions and listening to her comments as I read them.

I had tried to sleep, but her scent was so deeply embedded in our sheets, I had no chance.

Finally, as night began to fall again, I decided to go for a run in the woods. As I was running, I thought about the first time I had met her out in those woods.

I had been trying to teach Scott about phasing in and out of his wolf form, and explain to him how rough the first full moon would be, and Stiles came along to support his best friend...

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“You want to train me? For what reason?! So I can become some sort of monster like you?!” Scott all but screeched.

“Well, I mean... you are a werewolf with absolutely no idea how to use your new-found wolfie skills. You’re like a mini-Sourwolf in training...” Stiles observed sarcastically.

“Look- I understand how weird all of this sounds, but you have to learn control. If you don’t, you could seriously hurt yourself or someone you care about!” I shouted.

Scott looked timidly up at me and asked “...Is that what happened to you?”

I looked and him and Stiles and even though Stiles was texting, I could tell he was listening. I thought about Paige. All I had wanted was a forever with her, and my want for a forever killed her.

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“It was my girlfriend Paige. I told her my secret, and she accepted me and still loved me. She wanted to be like me, and be with me forever. She told me to bite her, so I did. She didn’t survive. I wasn’t skilled enough. I didn’t know what I was capable of, and I killed her... I just want to help you to not make the same mistakes.”

“But I don’t wanna bite anyone...”

“Depending on the situation, you may not have a choice. You need to learn control not only so you don’t hurt the people you care about, but also so you can be prepared if you end up in a fight”.

That’s when I heard Y/N’s angry voice from behind me for the first time. “So you wanna train this 16-year-old boy to be a savage? What the hell is the matter with you?! What gives you the right to turn him into some fight-hungry, glowy-eyed wolf boy!”

She was charging towards me with Stiles hot on her trail begging her not to start a fight.

She stood right in front of my face and continued shouting. “Not only are you putting him in danger, but you’ve now put my family in danger too!” Finally, she started to calm down a little, but her breathing was ragged.

“I remember you from school, Hale. I always felt sorry for you. First you lost Paige, then your family... I always thought you just had terrible luck. But now I know. I heard everything. You hurt Paige! She was my best friend, and losing her was horrible, and I will not, under any circumstances, let you do that to my family.” She stood there with tears streaming down her cheeks, but a fierceness in her eyes that I immediately fell in love with.

“Sis... please. He’s the only one who can help Scott now.” Stiles said from behind her. He slipped his hand in hers and squeezed it. Her glare broke from my face, and she turned to look at him and he gave her a weak smile.

She turned back to me. “Fine. But I swear, if any harm comes to them because of you, I’ll string you up in Wolfsbane-soaked rope and stuff you full of it.” She glared for a few more seconds, but then she began to smirk, which changed into the smallest of smiles.

I smiled back to her with squinted eyes and said, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

When we shook hands, I had no idea what would happen between us, but I knew it would be worth it.

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Finally, I stopped running and I realized I was in the exact spot where we first met.

I broke down then and I cried. How had I let the best thing I ever had in my life go?

I was going to find a way to make this right, to win her back.

I just had to come up with the perfect plan...

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THE NEXT DAY

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Y/N’S POV

I woke up with a pounding headache... Klaus was right. I was definitely feeling my drinks from last night. I rolled over on my mattress that I had set up on the floor and looked at my phone. It read 7:30 AM. I groaned and pulled my pillow on top of my head.

I heard feet padding along the floor and then I smelled it- my favorite smell... Coffee. I felt someone lightly shaking my shoulder, and moving the pillow from my face. It was Cami. She gave me a small smile and offered me a cup of coffee. I smiled back and patted the mattress next to me.

She sat and we leaned against the wall and drank our first cup of coffee in silence, just like we did back in school.

Once we finished, Cami turned to me and said, “So you and Klaus seemed to really hit it off last night...” She lifted her eyebrow and smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah we did, and I think I could really like him, but I feel like I should probably take some time before anything happens. I wouldn’t want to turn him into a rebound...”

She giggled. “To be honest, I don’t think he’d care if you did... he sort of has that reputation...” She regarded sarcastically.

“To be honest, I can’t say I’m surprised... he seems like he’d be quite the playboy. I just... I’m not ready to start anything again. I want time to be on my own and get to know him before anything can happen, you know?”

“I understand. Just take your time and do what you need to do to feel more like yourself again.” She smiled and rubbed her hand up and down my back briefly.

I smiled at her again and sighed. Then I remembered! I hadn’t called my dad last night! I’d fallen asleep not long after we had gotten home! He’s probably worried sick. I scrambled for my phone and dialed his number. I knew it was around 5:30 back home, but Dad would be getting ready for work and he’d want to hear from me anyway.

Finally, I heard his voice on the other end.

“Y/N? How are you doing baby?”

“I’m alright Dad. Sorry I didn’t call last night, but once I got here, Cami and I unpacked my truck, and we had a few drinks at the bar... I fell asleep as soon as I got home. I’m sorry...” I explained sincerely as I picked at the hem of my shirt.

“I’m just glad you’re alright. I kinda figured you’d end up going out with your friend once you got there. I just worry...”

“I know that, Pop. Anyway... how’s the little nerd coping?” I asked referring to Stiles.

“Ehh… you know him. He’s being his normal self, but he’s worried. You know, Derek showed up here yesterday…” Dad said carefully.

I sighed. I had a feeling I knew where this conversation was going. “Stiles told him where I am, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he did, but I mean you honestly can’t expect him to just let you go with a letter. I know he royally messed up and all, sweetheart, but… you two need to talk to each other.”

“I know that, Dad. We will talk, just… I need time away from him. I spent so much time taking care of him and the pack that I feel like I lost myself in all of it. I have to find me first”. I was starting to tear up, but I brushed the tears away and listened.

“Okay. If that’s what you need to do, then do it. But don’t go too far in trying to find yourself… You’ve only been gone three days and we miss you around here…”

“I miss you guys, too. Tell Stiles to give me a call when he gets a minute. And Dad?”

“Yeah kiddo?”

“I love you.”

I could hear him suck in a deep breath and I knew he was trying not to cry. “I love you too, baby. We’ll talk again soon.”

“Okay, Dad. Call you later. Bye.”

“Bye.”

As I hung up the phone, I slumped back on the mattress. I knew that I had made a rash decision, but I needed to get away. I needed to feel like I was more than a nurse and a mom. I needed to feel like I was strong and capable, not a doll that needed to be constantly protected.

I decided I should get up and get ready for work. It was time to start working on finding myself.

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After I got ready for work, I realized I still had a few hours until I needed to be there, so I decided I would go for a walk and explore a little bit.

During my walk, I started thinking about my relationship with Derek.

I thought about all the good times, like when we would just relax and read together, or when we would cook together. Or when we would make love… He always made me feel like a goddess. I realized how much I missed those moments now. We were so cold and distant towards each other now and it wasn’t love anymore.

While I was walking, lost in thought, I bumped into someone.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry! I was just so caught up in my thoughts… I should have been watching where I was going. So sorry about that…” I repeatedly apologized as I was picking up my things from the ground.

“It’s alright, love.” I knew that voice. It was Klaus. He laughed lightly at my distracted state. “What’s got you so preoccupied?”

“Honestly? I was thinking about Derek and about how in love we were, but also how in the last year, all we’ve done is fight. I just… In our relationship, I felt more like a caretaker than a girlfriend. I want to be treated more like a woman than a child that needs to be protected.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, love, I think you’re a beautiful woman and I feel like you could defend yourself against whatever comes your way.”

I smiled. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was something more to someone than just a nurse or a cook.

I blushed and looked down at my feet. “Thank you.”

He looked at me with kind eyes and offered his arm. “How about I walk you to work? Wouldn’t want you to be late on your first day…”

I giggled. “Why thank you. I’d appreciate it.”

We both began to lightly laugh at the formality of it all and I felt like he was really trying to be kind and get to know me.

I didn’t know what would come next for us, but I couldn’t wait to find out

Part One: http://samanthaofanarchy.tumblr.com/post/133514386943/alls-fair-in-love-and-war-a-klaus-mikaelson

Part Two: http://samanthaofanarchy.tumblr.com/post/133577219738/alls-fair-in-love-and-war-a-klaus-mikaelson

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