#the first time it was an open door (which was a huge deal). A different roommate didn't close the front door correctly and it was assumed it
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💙💞Survivor: bonus scene💞💙
Read Survivor on AO3, my cop au where Quaritch is a high ranking police officer who finally works out the street kid he's had multiple run-ins with is his son.
For everyone who wanted a scene from Quaritch's point of view! Here's the moment he worked out Spider is his ✨ (I changed it from the main story so that Spider told the precinct his full name the last time he was arrested, instead of telling the hospital the day Q found him. It's not a huge change, just run with it).
It was grey, blustery Thursday morning in downtown St Mark’s, the wind whipping against the windscreen of the PD’s Ford Explorer as Miles Quaritch patrolled down another empty street. At 6am, no one was out yet. The world was quiet apart from himself and his partner sitting in the passenger seat.
“She was a beauty,” Lyle Wainfleet reminisced, vastly overestimating how much Miles actually cared. “That was the one that got away, I’m telling you.”
“Is that so?”
“I should message her again.”
Quaritch rolled his eyes without looking at his partner. He’d known Lyle for a long time and there was no one more reliable he’d rather be on shift with. However, their differing attitudes towards Lyle’s hunt for a woman was sometimes a point of contention between them. “Should you now?”
“You don’t think it’s a good idea?”
“It seems to me she made her feelings pretty clear.”
“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine today? Come on, Colonel, I’m trying not to get my heart broken, here!”
Miles shrugged, surveying the bleak street ahead of them. It had been an uneventful night shift, which is exactly the kind that Miles should have hoped for. However, he couldn’t deny that a huge part of him still missed the action and danger of the marines. Rain had just started to spit from the overcast sky, forcing him to turn on the wipers. This part of town was known for its drug involvement, most of which Miles himself had uncovered. Now though, the street was empty, not a single sign of life in the dawn light. There was nothing amiss here.
“You wanna get a coffee?” Lyle’s bored voice drifted over from the passenger seat. He’d already switched off for the shift.
Miles sighed, thinking they may as well, but then he saw it. A shapeless lump on the floor in one of the archways that lined the shopfronts. “Hold up,” he said. “Let’s deal with this first.”
Unfortunately, the homeless were nothing new to the pair. They had time to check one more over. Miles pulled the car over to the curb, gently bringing it to a stop a few feet away from the sleeping figure. Now that they were closer, the Colonel could make out that it was someone small, maybe young, but their face was hidden in the concrete. Miles frowned as he realised that the person wasn’t huddled up in a blanket or sleeping bag like usual, but instead they were lying almost completely exposed to the wind and the cold, limp and seemingly lifeless.
“Oh, shit,” Lyle articulated as he too clocked that this could be something serious.
Without wasting time, Miles opened the door and cautiously approached where the person lay. “Hello, there,” he called loudly, as per protocol. “Are you alright?”
As he knew there wouldn’t be, there came no response. Lyle joined him and they stepped closer, Miles’s heart thudding at the expectation of finding a body. Since joining the police force, it had happened once before to Miles. It was nothing like the death he’d seen in the warzone, but it was almost… sadder. These people had nobody with them, no one waiting for them at home and possibly no one that would miss them when they went. At least there was honour in dying in combat.
He grasped the young person’s upper arm and shook firmly. “Hello? This is the police, do you need help?” In doing so, he finally caught sight of the person’s face. It was a teenager - and one he recognised at that. The boy had a young face, dirty blonde curls that covered most of his head and a peaceful expression that remained unresponsive. He remembered the teen from a couple of run-ins they’d had over the past few months. Once for underage drinking and then again for stealing. He was a runaway foster kid, barely sixteen if he remembered correctly. “Shit,” he murmured, a pang of something anxious striking his insides at the thought that he’d had the chance to help this boy and he might now be dead. “We know this kid. Wake up!” He pulled the boy by his arm and the teenager rolled over limply, completely out of it. His lips were blue and there was dried vomit on the side of his face. Ignoring the smell, Miles put his ear to the boy’s mouth, checking for breathing. He couldn’t see or hear anything for several torturous seconds. Lyle was already radioing for an ambulance.
Suddenly, a gurgled cough escaped the boy’s lips. “There, we go,” Miles murmured, trying to rub the kid’s back as he racked his brains for the alias the kid had given them. “Can you wake up, kid? It’s the police, we’re gonna get you some help.”
He knew the boy couldn’t hear him, but he kept speaking anyway. Once he was confident the kid was taking semi-regular breaths, he cast around the scene for the drugs packet he knew he’d find somewhere. “Here,” he said, handing the tiny bag to Lyle, who got the drugs kit out. A few seconds later, they had their answer. “Cocaine,” Lyle confirmed. “Isn’t this the kid we picked up a while back for stealing?”
“That’s the one.” The boy was cold to the touch. “What’s the ETA?”
“Four minutes,” Lyle responded. “There’s a camera up there. That could be interesting,” he nodded towards the CCTV placed not too far away. It was pointing in their direction and would have covered the boy while he slept.
Miles nodded, pulling the boy’s thin blanket over his frame while they waited for the ambulance to arrive. “Kid, can you wake up? You’re in a bit of a rough state.” He raised his voice as if he was speaking to someone who was deaf. “Kid? Can you hear me? Try and wake up.”
He could tell he’d broken through by the wince in the boy’s features, his body seeming to spasm for a moment before his chest heaved and vomit spluttered from his mouth.
“Easy, tiger…” He rubbed the kid’s shoulders, making sure he was on his side. “At least he’s alive,” he glanced up at Lyle.
Eventually, the ambulance arrived with flashing lights. It couldn’t have come soon enough, as far as Miles was concerned. Every second felt like the kid was slipping further away from them. “What’s happening, then?” a kind woman with brown hair asked as she and another paramedic hurried over, bags over their shoulders.
“Sixteen year old boy, found unresponsive. Cocaine on his person.”
“Okay,” the paramedic nodded her understanding. “My name’s Janine, this is Sarah. We’ll get him on board as soon as we can. Do you have a name?”
“Spider.” It came to Miles like a flash of lightning, the strange nickname finally illuminated in his brain. “We’ve met before.”
“Spider?” Janine asked, taking Miles’s place at Spider’s side. “Can you hear me? We’re here to help you. I’m just going to put this Pulse Ox on your finger…”
Miles stepped back to allow the medics to assess Spider. He was a marine, he was used to chaos and stressful situations, normally the picture of calm as he navigated the safest and most efficient way back to safety. But he had to admit this one had thrown him. He was glad that someone else was here to take charge because his concern for Spider was growing by the minute. It somehow felt like his fault the boy had ended up here, and he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. As he watched them work, it struck him that he felt responsible.
Which was ridiculous, of course. This wasn’t his responsibility in the slightest. He’d done his job the previous times they’d met. He’d tried to help the kid as much as he could. But something deep inside was nagging at him. It wasn’t enough.
He didn’t like it. He looked at Lyle, hoping for one of his usual unfunny quips to take his mind off the feeling. His partner was speaking to the other medic and it was all Miles could do to help Janine heave Spider off the cold concrete.
“Get off me!” Spider suddenly burst out, surprising everyone. His eyes were still closed, but at least he was gaining consciousness.
“Spider? I’m trying to help you,” Janine continued. “You’re okay… Let’s get you into the ambulance. I need you to stand up. I’ll help you.” She glanced at Miles for support, and he quickly pulled one of Spider’s arms over his own shoulder in tandem with Janine. The boy was extremely weak, relying totally on their support. It would have been easier if they’d just left him sleeping, because like this Spider could lash out at them in his disorientation. Together, they heaved him onto the ambulance and the gurney. He groaned and angry tears began to slip from under his closed eyelids. “Fuck!” he slurred as he curled up on the bed.
“He’ll be alright,” Janine said, slightly out of breath as she turned to Miles. “He’s dehydrated and has a high blood pressure, but I’m more worried about his temperature. He should be frozen, but he’s burning up. He might have taken something else.”
Miles took this in, thinking what the procedure was for this kind of thing. This was a minor with no known relatives, so he knew they’d have to accompany him to the hospital. At least until they could contact CPS.
“Okay, we’ll meet you at the ER. You going to St Mark’s?”
She nodded, holding the back of the ambulance open for Miles to exit. “We’ll do our best to hold him until you guys get there, my guess is that you’ve got a few hours at least until he’s lucid.”
Miles thanked her and pressed his radio as she pulled the heavy ambulance door closed. “Fike, can you get me any info on that kid we bought in a few weeks ago?” He retreated to the car as the ambulance sped off down the empty street. He watched it go, feeling like it was carrying precious cargo. Then he realised how ridiculous that feeling was and shook himself.
“Which one? Can you be more specific, Colonel?” Fike’s voice came crackling back over the radio.
Lyle slid back into the passenger seat. “Good spot, Colonel. Now can we get coffee on the way?”
Miles let his annoyance settle quietly in his stomach, ignoring his partner in favour of the radio. “Kid bought in for stealing an iPad from the Apple store. Sixteen.”
“Copy that, I’ll check for you.”
“There’s no way the kid told them anything,” Lyle commented, listening to the exchange. “It’s real sad, but he's on a one track road and it’s going nowhere good.”
“And that’s okay is it?” Miles surprised himself for his response. He was never normally this invested in a case. “We should just let it be?”
Lyle had the decency to look abashed. “What are we supposed to do, Colonel?”
Miles shook his head. He knew it wasn’t their individual responsibility to take in every lovable stray, but it still felt like a failure of the police department that a kid like Spider had been allowed to deteriorate to such an extent. “I don’t know,” he relented.
Thankfully, Fike was quick. “Miles Socorro, ward of the state.”
Miles’s heart stopped.
For a moment he thought… but it must have been radio static. “Can you repeat that, officer?”
A few seconds of confused silence went by as Lyle stared at him and they waited for Fike to get back to them. “Copy, Miles Socorro, ward of the state.”
Dread filled his stomach.
Vile nausea rose in his throat and he needed air… he needed to step out… Miles Socorro. She’d called the baby after him?
This couldn’t be right. This was a mistake, a coincidence. It had to be a common name.
“Colonel, you alright?” Lyle's voice was far away.
He was outside again, leaning against the car door, his head in his hands. He just needed some deep breaths. Miles Socorro. Miles Socorro. Miles Socorro. Miles Socorro. Miles Socorro.
It wouldn’t stop.
The name swirled around his brain incessantly, each time with more veracity and more vengeance, over and over again until he realised it would never let him go. The baby. The baby.
It was him.
Of course it was. He’d known it from their first meeting when the kid had squinted at him against the blinding sunset with an empty cider bottle in his hand.
“Holy shit.”
He felt a hand on his shoulder and vaguely registered that Lyle was concerned about him.
“I fucked up,” he said. “I fucked up. I messed it all up.”
Of course it was Miles. His son. Suddenly he thought of nothing else, gaining a sense of clarity for just long enough to press his radio once more. “Can you look up Paz Socorro?”
He didn’t care what anybody was thinking right now.
“Is this a relation, Colonel?”
“Just look her up!”
“She’s not on our system… Hang on, let me search…”
Miles held his breath, the nausea hot at the back of his throat, burning him from the inside out.
“Paz Socorro, deceased. Died in 2013.”
Miles couldn't stem the surge that retched its way up his throat. He bent double over the sidewalk, vomiting feet away from where they’d found Spider.
She was dead? Why hadn’t they contacted him? His son… the baby he’d made… had ended up here!
“Colonel, steady!” That was Lyle.
“Everything okay over there?” That was Fike.
Miles’s chest was imploding. He’d failed. He’d failed. How had he not been made aware? How could he have not bothered to check? They’d agreed it was for the best they had no contact, but Miles could never, never have imagined…
Suddenly all he wanted was to be by Miles’s side. His son’s side. Spider.
He didn't bother replying to either man, instead wiping his mouth roughly on his cuff and slamming the door behind as he climbed back into the driver’s seat. Lyle quickly followed him back inside the car but seemed too stunned to address anything. “Er, Colonel…”
“We’re going to the hospital.”
A moment of silence passed. “Who’s the kid?” Lyle asked in a low voice.
Miles gripped the steering wheel tighter than he had in his life, his knuckles turning white. He couldn't say it. He couldn't say it out loud. Then it would make his failure real. His life’s failure, real. “I think you know,” he said in a voice that sounded nothing like his own.
Lyle sat back in the seat and allowed Miles to drive the short distance without pressing any further. “All good here,” his partner replied when Fike radioed back.
Miles’s voice had stopped working. He wasn’t sure any of him was working any more.
#miles spider socorro#miles quaritch#recom quaritch#spider socorro#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#atwow#avatar modern au#lyle wainfleet#my stuff: survivor#bonus scene#quaritch pov
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Buddy.... Do not act like this.
I took my detergents and iron. There weren't any dryer sheets on the dryer when I went to get my cat. I knew it was fine to take the detergents using context clues.
I left cat litter
I left a gravity waterer
I left trash bags for said cat litter.
I'm leaving RubberMaid bowls
I think he's just pissy because he's now got a whole new list of chores.
I am in pain that I would rate a 7 (it makes me nauseous). I scrubbed the toilet and bathtub.
There are so many things that I'm leaving, even though I paid for them... and he's going to be a bitch...
#he still hasnt had to buy a tv#i just woke up#and ive got patchy signal so I just got that message#im not mad tho#just dissapointed#this is the second time ive been blamed for something upon discovery#the first time it was an open door (which was a huge deal). A different roommate didn't close the front door correctly and it was assumed it#was me who did it even tho I wasnt at the apartment that day#i use dryer balls#i have no reason to take dryer sheets#the person this text is from (my ex) doesnt use dryer balls. he uses someone else's dryer sheets#i think hes mad he has to actually do shit for himself now#idk#its just frustrating#i really went out of my way to SCRUB a dirty bathtub even tho Im in a 7 pain
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Mutual Help | #39
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 25k+
⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢
As soon as you wake up, you expect to be greeted with light or even sun rays peeking through the blinds. The reality is different and it hits you as soon as you crack your eyes open, greeted with barely any light. Even through the blinds you can make out the lack of sun. It's still dark outside which means it's too early for you to be awake.
Even in your sleeping daze you could've recognized yourself tossing for the past twenty minutes, too stubborn to open your eyes which ended up with you dozing off between sleep and being awake.
Last night's memories are fresh, properly tucked in your mind which caused you to dream about the weirdest things but also things connected to yesterday. From your conversation with Jungkook and his obvious worry, to your conversation with Kiko. Oh, and the clear image of Jungkook staring at you from across the room with knowing eyes.
He didn't go to talk to you like you expected him to. Maybe he tried, you kept avoiding him whenever he was in a close proximity or in the same circle of group. Not long after that you felt yourself getting tired, but mostly too tired to deal with more drama which caused you to silently slip away from the party, and find your safe hiding upstairs with Haneul by your side.
He looked like he had fun. You could see the alcohol he drank made him a little bit tipsy and sleepy. The two of you fell asleep as soon as you hit the expensive mattress and its softness.
Reaching for your phone, you check the time somehow thrown off to see it's barely seven in the morning. You've barely slept but you can't bring yourself to go back to sleep. You wish it was that easy.
Glancing at Haneul, you see him sleeping soundlessly and comfortably, something you secretly are jealous of. He looks peaceful, not moving an inch as his soft snores are muffled by the pillow while his face is pressed into it.
You lay there for a while, maybe five minutes, but even that seems to be too boring and the wooden ceiling is no different. You wish you could just lay there for the rest of the trip, not wanting to face Jungkook and the look of hurt once he finds out about your little confrontation with Kiko. Was it a confrontation though? Maybe he already knows, judging by the memory of his dark glare he sent you last night after Kiko whispered something to him and went upstairs.
Shortly, he went after her, maybe a few minutes later after you and Haneul bid everyone goodnight. Haneul's tipsiness was a perfect excuse to slip away from the party and avoid Taehyung's whines and pleads of another round of shots. At least you think it was Jungkook judging by the sound of footsteps. It sounded like his footsteps, stable and big but not loud enough.
Ah, this is torturing you.
Slipping off the bed, you stretch your arms and glance at Haneul for the last time before you decide to get ready for the day. You rummage through your suitcase for a moment before you pull out your toothbrush out of your mini travel bag. Your pajamas are decent enough, just a simple long sleeved and dark blue set with buttons in front. There's a low chance of anyone being awake right now, considering the four of you were the first ones to go upstairs. Who knows how long they partied.
Slowly opening the door, you walk out of the room and use the closest bathroom on the second floor. Yes, the floor has three bathrooms in total. You're not surprised at this point by the number of rooms, this cabin is huge.
The hallway is quiet and all of the rooms are closed, meaning everyone is still asleep like you thought. You can already tell you're going to be so tired and sleepy throughout the day, but the thought of going back to bed is non-existent at the moment. You've to occupy yourself and mostly your mind to keep yourself from overthinking everything. Maybe you should set a new plan of avoiding Jungkook.
You don't want to fight. You don't want to spill any more honesty at him, knowing it hurts him to see you and Kiko not getting along. It's you who don't want to get along, but it's only understandable. To be honest, you were a little bit petty in some moments and throughout the day. But your stubborn self doesn't regret it, maybe a little when you looked at Jungkook's disappointed eyes.
Reaching for the rounded handle of the bathroom, you twist it open and immediately stop at the sight in front of you. If you weren't so shocked, you'd probably laugh at the absurdity and coincidence.
Big eyed Jungkook stares at you surprised, a little taken aback from the sudden interruptance of him brushing his teeth. The toothbrush stays in his mouth as the toothpaste covers the corners of his mouth, while he stares at you with those doe eyes. His hair is messy and the scent of Jungkook's aftershave, the one he always uses, lingers in the air. You can notice the humidity in the bathroom meaning he had to take a shower just a few minutes ago.
The thought of running into him while he's taking a shower makes you embarrassed for some reason. It's not like you haven't seen him naked. And it's certainly not like you haven't taken a shower with him too. But things are different now.
"Mornin'," he mutters, voice muffled by the toothpaste before he leans down towards the sink and spits it there.
Your eyes travel down his body quickly, noticing him wearing his favorite pair of gray sweatpants and oversized black shirt. By the time Jungkook is straightening himself, your eyes linger on his face as you mutter a single 'morning' back at him.
"I'll just come back later." you tell him, giving him a tight smile and ready to run for those hills, the ones he mentioned yesterday when you bumped into him.
If your heart wasn't beating so fast by the unexpected presence of him, maybe you'd laugh at this too. Now that you think about it, it kind of makes sense he's awake. He's an early bird, but you would expect him to lay in bed with his girlfriend. Ah, there's that pettiness again...
"No, please don't go," he ushers to say, just as you're turning around. You stop, glancing at him with a slight furrow of your brows. "I mean, I'm almost finished. You don't have to leave, I'll just scoot back."
There's an evident raspiness in his morning voice and if you look closely, you can see his eyes are a little bit swollen with the lack of sleep. You can't say you look differently. You haven't seen yourself in the mirror but you're sure you don't look any different. From what you can see, Jungkook looks ready for the day while you're standing in the doorway with a messy bun and crinkled pajamas.
Maybe you could just turn around and insist on coming back later, knowing that'd just cause him to look like a kicked puppy that got rejected. Even now, he stares at you with a soft and pleading gaze that makes you let out a little sigh, as you close the door behind you.
"I didn't know anyone is in here," you tell him quietly, walking towards the sink where he's standing. "I didn't know anyone would be awake at this time, to be honest."
You set the cover from your toothbrush on the edge of the sink, next to a golden bottle of soap that looks certainly fancy and you know it smells like lavender because you used it yesterday.
"Couldn't sleep," Jungkook mutters, scooting back slightly just like he told you he would.
There's obvious tension in the air, it's not thick but surely recognizable. Or maybe it's just the awkwardness between you two because none of you voice out the elephant in the room.
You hum, silently agreeing with him as you put a small amount of toothpaste on your purple toothbrush. The two of you brush your teeth together, standing beside each other while every now and then one of you spits the toothpaste. Whenever Jungkook leans down to spit it out, you stare at the nape of his neck and his fluffy raven hair.
You can barely look at his face, clearly seeing him in the reflection of the mirror but you avoid just looking at it and you stare into the sink silently, all while brushing your teeth.
Jungkook is the first one done, putting his black toothbrush in one of the golden cups that match the soap's bottle. From your peripheral view you can clearly see him drying his mouth into a small towel.
While he's doing all that, you finish brushing your teeth and face quickly. The sound of water is a perfect reason to break the awkward silence. When you're all done, you put your toothbrush next to Jungkook's into the cup.
"Y/N, can we--"
"I gotta go." you squeak out, shutting your eyes in embarrassment as soon as you're turned with your back to him, rushing out of the bathroom to the safety of your room.
Fuck, that was so awkward and embarrassing.
You feel bad, running away from him like that. Maybe it'd be better to just talk to him. It doesn't help that he literally looked and seemed so soft, almost vulnerable as he tried to talk to you but you just ignored him like that. You feel like a bitch, but your unknown fear got the best out of you.
You'll talk to him later. Next time he tries to talk to you, you'll just stay there and talk. Avoiding him is not going to solve anything, you try to tell yourself. You still have a few days to spend on this trip. You can't spend it avoiding your best friend. You came here to have fun, and with him too.
Haneul is still sleeping, which you can see when you come into the room, seeing him sprawled on the bed taking up the whole space. Leaning against the door, you stay there with your little guilt before you decide to put on some clothes.
Alright, if you see Jungkook today and he wants to talk, you will talk to him. You assure yourself as you're putting on black leggings, reaching for an oversized white sweater. It's fluffy and funnily enough, it brings comfort to your tense self.
You hear a set of footsteps, followed by hushed and distant voices. You wait for a moment, standing in the middle of the room fully dressed. Oh god, you feel ridiculous. What's the big deal? You'll come out of the room, not scared of anything and ready to face your best friend, not cowardly rushing out of the same room he is in.
This is ridiculous, you tell yourself as you peek from the room, silently opening the door. You mentally snort at yourself, your actions and thoughts completely acting differently.
You almost flinch when you see the bathroom's door being opened, the same one you and Jungkook were in and you almost fling back to the room. You stop yourself though, surprised to see sleepy and yawning Taehyung coming out of there. His hair is a mess and you giggle at the sight of him, moving slowly like an old grandpa before he starts walking in your direction.
His head lifts up, noticing your head peeking from the room almost immediately.
"You're an early bird, too?" he sleepily asks, not really looking for an answer as you let yourself come out of the room instead of ridiculously peeking from it.
"What do you mean?"
"I bumped into Jungkook in the bathroom." he explains, not noticing the way you awkwardly look away at the mention of him.
You don't burden him by saying you actually bumped into him too, quite unexpectedly, not wanting to give him another reason to ship you like he claimed he does, or used to. But he also looks too tired to fully even care about you and him. It's not important anyway.
"Aren't you an early bird too? You're up early." you tell him, chuckling as he stops beside you and fumbles his right eye while yawning.
"Oh no, I just wanted to take a piss and I'm going to grab some painkillers. My head is killing me after those tequila shots," he confesses, making you giggle at the mention of his famous tequila shots. "I'm not sure if I will be able to go back to sleep, my head is about to burst."
Your head maybe isn't about to go burst by the amount of alcohol you've drank yesterday, because it wasn't much. But you certainly won't be able to go back to sleep, and compared to Taehyung you're quite certain of that.
"Are you going downstairs? I think Jungkook is making himself breakfast."
Even through the sleepiness and puffiness of Taehyung's eyes, you almost panic when he looks at you curiously. "Ah, no. I need to do my make-up."
It's a lame excuse because you could care less about make-up right now. Fortunately, Taehyung just shrugs and goes downstairs lazily. You sigh of relief, going back to the room.
You play with your phone, killing some time by checking your social media and what everyone has been up to, until your phone vibrates with a new message from Taehyung.
TaeTae: meet me at the gym asap
You stare confusingly at the screen. You know Taehyung started working out, actually has grown quite interested in it for the past few weeks but he looked too tired to think about working out. Who knows, maybe he really can't go back to sleep and working out is a nice way of awakening him.
If you were interested in that activity too, maybe you'd try it. You're just too lazy to do any of that.
"I don't know where the gym is"
You text him back. Remembering Seokjin's talk he gave you after everyone came here, you do remember him mentioning there's a decent gym in the cabin too. Why? You don't know. You expect people to come here and relax, not spend time working out and being locked in a gym.
You don't get any message after that, growing quite annoyed at him for not responding back since he's the first one who texted you. Sighing, you decide to put some make-up after all. Nothing too much, just a light coat of make-up on your dark circles, to hide the lack of your sleep.
By the time you come downstairs, met with the emptiness of this cabin, you grow slightly annoyed by the amount of doors and different rooms. Trying to find the gym, you hear little clicking sounds on the other side of the room, the room at the very end of the hall. Looks like you found it.
You open the door, ready to curse at Taehyung for not texting you back but just as you open your mouth, your jaw almost falls down to the floor. Taehyung is nowhere to be seen, so your curse dies on your tongue as you see Jungkook instead.
There is him, working out shirtless and exposing all of his tattoos as he's lifting dumbbells, letting out a low grunt while his lips are pressed together. His previous black shirt is thrown over the flat bench press while he stands next to it, lifting the weights. Even those grey sweatpants lay low on his hips, making his v-line visible as it disappears underneath the hem. You gulp, especially by the evident soft bulge that's too evident and visible in those sweatpants.
The door closes after you with a loud thud, causing him to look up and your eyes meet immediately, too late to back out. It's not like you thought about it because you're still quite shocked to see him here. Especially his current appearance.
"Great, you came." he says through a grunt, putting down the dumbbells with a hollow thud.
Suddenly it all makes sense.
"You're the one who texted me."
He looks you straight in the eyes, reaching for the towel as he wipes the sweat dripping down his chest. You stand in the same place, not being able to move as your feet seem glued to the floor.
He did use Taehyung's phone who mindlessly put it on the kitchen counter, while he searched for the painkillers. Shamefully, Jungkook reached for his phone and texted you from it without his friend knowing.
"Would you come here if I texted you from my phone number or if you knew it was me?" he asks casually, tossing the towel next to his shirt as you keep your eyes attached to his face.
You do it purposely, not trusting yourself to look elsewhere. He is making you frustrated, there's no point denying that.
You purse your lips in answer, getting a deadpanned 'exactly' from Jungkook.
Not bringing yourself to answer, you cross your arms over your chest to hide your discomfort.
"Can we talk? I know you've been avoiding me." he says straight away, noticing the way your cheeks flush at his bluntness and the fact he's right.
You bite into the inside of your cheek, thinking about it for a moment before you sigh, walking towards him.
There are so many different gym equipment, you're not even sure what's the half of it but you decide to come up to the pommel horse. You hop on it, sitting on it between two big handles while swinging your legs slightly.
"Okay, let's talk." you murmur, looking at Jungkook who's closing the lid of a water bottle which he drank from and tosses it on the floor.
"What happened yesterday?" he asks, not beating around the bush as you tense for a second before you give him a simple shrug.
"What do you mean?"
The corner of his mouth quirks up in an amused smirk, head slightly shaking as he looks up, staring right back at you.
"Don't do this," he says, "Don't pretend as if you don't know what I'm talking about."
"I'm not pretending. Elaborate, a lot happened yesterday." you tell him honestly, even if you get an idea what he's talking about. You don't make it known to yourself, but you tense a little at the fact he sees right through you.
You're just being reminded how well he knows you.
"That's it, I don't know what exactly happened but I know it had something to do with you."
You scoff at that, "Me? Sounds to me like everything is my fault."
Jungkook shakes his head, walking towards you as he stops just a meter away from your sitting figure. You swing your legs slightly, trying to look careless and clueless but it's just a way to ease down your nervosity.
"That's not what I meant," he tells you, "I'm sorry if I hurt you by talking to you in the grocery shop."
"You didn't hurt me," you correct him, "You annoyed me. The more you pressure me and give me those pep-talks, the more I'm annoyed." you confess, surprised how easy that came out of you.
On another note, talking to Jungkook has always been easy.
"I'm sorry," he apologizes, "I didn't want to make you feel as if I'm pressuring you. You know why I talked to you about that specifically."
"Yes, because of Kiko. Because that's all you seem to think and care about." you point out.
"That's not true. I think and care about you too."
You scoff at that, shaking your head slightly while your hands grasp the edges of the pommel horse. Who the fuck exercises on this? It's quite high too. You barely jumped on it.
"Do you?" you deadpan sarcastically, hearing him sigh.
"You know why I talked to you about that. It wasn't just about Kiko. You don't have to be friends with her, I'd never ask you to do that. But you know how important your acceptance is for me. I care about you too, Y/N, don't ever question that."
"Why is it even that important to you? My acceptance. I told you I respect your decision and it's your relationship, leave me out of it."
"You're not making it very easy to leave you out of it when you sometimes react the way you do," he points out, causing you to scowl at him. "You know what I'm talking about. Anyone could tell you're not pleased to be around Kiko. But are you really respecting my decision though?"
"Well, I haven't told her what a bitch she is." you shrug, Jungkook glaring at you as you just simply and innocently shrug back.
"This is what I'm talking about," he says, "You know she cried in our room before the party? It hurts her to know you don't like her. And you don't have to like her, but please, tone down your obvious dislike and let's not be childish. Not just for her, but it's not easy for me to watch too."
"You're fucking confusing." you spit, but he doesn't seem surprised.
"How am I confusing? The two most important people in my life don't get along and I don't know what to fucking do about it. Do you know how much it bothers me? I understand you, I'm trying to tell myself that you're like this because you're my best friend. But don't you get it, it's not easy for me too?"
"I know it's not," you mumble, looking down into your lap. "I just can't help it. I don't trust her."
Jungkook stays silent for a moment, but you see him rub his face.
"I know something happened between you two yesterday. I just don't know what. Kiko won't tell me anything."
This means Kiko hasn't told him about your conversation. You've no idea why not. You'd expect her to tell him and maybe cry on his shoulder, but she didn't.
"And why do you assume it has something to do with me straight away? Why am I always the bad guy?" you exclaim, growing frustrated but only because he's not stupid and catching onto something.
"Nobody is saying you're the bad guy for fucks sake," Jungkook sighs exhaustedly, "But I told you you're awful at lying and I could see the guilt on your face last night from miles away."
What Jungkook remembers is Kiko coming up to him, saying she's heading to the bed because she's tired. It didn't take him long to notice the weird shift in her features until he figured she's hiding something. Her voice was soft and she didn't want to talk long sentences, as if she was scared her voice would break. She tried to brush him off whenever he voiced his worry, asked what happened but she would just shake her head and tell him she's just tired and the wine must've got to her head. But he knew that wasn't true, she wasn't nowhere near drunk. She seemed hurt, like seconds from crying but before Jungkook could try to get her to talk, she quickly rushed away.
And that's when he saw you already looking at their interaction, staring at Jungkook with the guilt in your eyes. He had the gut feeling you knew what that was about.
Pursing your lips, you wonder what to tell him. You're not sure what is the right thing to say. There's no point in lying.
"Okay, fine. We talked last night," you exclaim, a little frustrated, "But in my defense, she came up to me and wanted to talk. I was very successful at ignoring her and minding my own business." you add, seeing Jungkook roll his eyes.
"Okay, what she wanted to talk about?"
"Bullshit, what else." you mutter dryly.
"Y/N, I'm trying to have a decent conversation." Jungkook reminds you, frowning at you as you sigh.
"Fine," you roll your eyes, "But it's still bullshit if you ask me," Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose as you quickly put your arms in surrender. "She wanted to... I don't know be friends with me?"
"Okay, what did she tell you?" Jungkook nods, listening to you carefully.
"She asked me if I'm having fun. She wanted to talk to me, but I told her straight away that I've no interest in playing friends with her. Then she mentioned we should at least try for your sake," His features soften and you roll your eyes. "So I gave her a piece of my mind."
Jungkook's look drops and he frowns at you. "What exactly did you tell her?"
"Exactly, you mean like in detail?"
"Oh for fucks sake Y/N, yes!" Jungkook exclaims, causing you to frown and pout at the same time before you sigh annoyingly.
"I told her she should've thought about your sake sooner," you shrug, proud of yourself because yes, you told her the truth. Even if it wasn't necessary. "Then I told her that I'm already thinking about your sake. And I told her I won't be a bitch towards her but I'm not gonna pretend that I like her."
Jungkook doesn't seem pleased by that, but he nods nevertheless trying to process what you've just told him.
"I know you don't like her, but she's trying. Don't you see that?" he asks silently, sounding tired from all of this.
"I don't want her trying. I want her to leave me the fuck alone." you tell him, not waiting a second before you burst at him.
"Well, I think you accomplished that," he tells you sarcastically, "I'm sure she won't bother you anymore."
"Good." you shrug, acting carelessly as if you're completely pleased. You're glad she will leave you alone. But there's a certain amount of guilt because you're being petty. You can see how much it affects Jungkook and you're hurting him with his.
"You know, I asked you if you wanted to come here and I warned you she'll be here. And I still expected you--"
"What? To suddenly like her? Newsflash, I don't!" you interrupt him, raising your voice as you see Jungkook clench his teeth.
"No, I expected you to at least respect her like you promised me."
"I am respecting her!"
"'Can you two shut up I can't hear him?' Does that sound familiar? Or the fact you literally pulled Haneul just because she tried to talk to him? Or the constant stares and puffs of annoyance? Does that ring the bell?"
"I'm protecting my boyfriend." you point out lamely, seeing his features twist in both annoyance and hurt at the same time.
"Is that your idea of respecting her?" he ignores your unnecessary remark about protecting your boyfriend.
"Why do you care so much?"
"Because you two mean so much to me!" he exclaims, "Because it breaks my heart to stand between you two, feeling like I'm hurting one of you everytime something like this happens."
His shoulders slouch visibly, fingers brushing through his thick hair as he lets out an exhausted sigh.
"Stop saying it as if we're both the same thing. She's your girlfriend and I'm your best friend. You shouldn't care this much about what I think."
You're not sure why you're saying this. Maybe giving him advice not to care what you think is a good thing. It obviously affects him and hurts him. On another hand, it makes your cold attitude soften a little knowing he cares what you think this much.
"But I do care about what you think. You've always been there for me, even when she hasn't."
He's talking about when she broke up with him and when he found out she cheated on him.
You see the vulnerability written all over his face, not even the frown can mask it.
And you can't take it. You can't see him like this, it only makes you even more sad and it's almost as if you could feel his emotions just by looking at him.
"I should go, we talked and I--" you rush to jump down from the pommel horse, squeaking when Jungkook stands right in front of you and grabs the handles, caging you.
You stare at him with wide eyes. Seeing him up this close makes you stop breathing for a second, especially surprised by the sudden movement. Despite him working out for some time, or the sweat you saw rolling down his chest when you first came here, he doesn't stink at all. You can smell the faint scent of his aftershave and see the roots of his hair wetted by the sweat. Some of it is stuck to the sides of his face.
Jungkook stares right back at you, frowning at your sudden and desperate need for departure as he holds you in place. He's not touching you, but he's so freaking close that you see every little imperfection on his face. The image is awfully familiar to all those times when you were intimate. Those were the most frequent moments you got to see him like this.
It seems like the moment stops when his eyes drop down to your lips and you wet them with the tip of your tongue, your eyes dropping to his too. The tension could be cut, reminding you of all those moments you shared together. The reality hits you and you panic, all the blood rushing to your face as you let out a squeak and you push him.
The contact of your hands grasping his exposed shoulders almost electrifies you. Jungkook seems to be caught off guard, stumbling a little as you jump off the gym equipment too quickly. It causes you to land on your feet messily, your ankle twisting slightly as you stumble and wince from the sudden jolt of pain.
Jungkook's eyes widen and he seems to be worried, ready to rush towards you to help you. You quickly outstretch your arms to stop him.
"Don't come any closer," you tell him, "Stay right there."
He looks a little baffled, blinking at you but staying frozen in his spot. "I just wanted to help," he says gently.
"I'm fine." you assure him quickly, still feeling the weird pain in your ankle when you step on it but it's not that bad.
"Okay." he almost whispers, staring at you as if you can't bring yourself to look him in the eyes.
But you brace yourself to go, taking a few steps to check your ankle but also to give some space between you two. You can't be the only one who felt that. You can't be the only one who seemed to freeze. But Jungkook seems nothing but worried, meanwhile you're being awkward and innerly panicking.
You're about to walk out of the gym, turning around to glance at Jungkook who stands there like a lost boy.
"Kook," you call out to him softly, features softening when he looks at you with those doe eyes. "You can't make everything perfect and you can't make everyone love each other."
You touch the knob, stopping when you hear Jungkook.
"Y/N," he calls out to you, seeing you glance at him one more time. "Are we fine? I don't want to fight."
"We're fine, Kook." Are you?
He nods, nibbling on his lower lip as you can't bring yourself to look at his innocent face any longer. You rush out of the gym, already hearing some rustling coming from the kitchen. However, you rush into the room with your heartbeat drumming in your ears and it doesn't calm down even when you make it there.
And it doesn't calm down even when Haneul slowly wakes up, greeting you with the laziest and sweetest smile on his lips, wishing you good morning.
Everyone wakes up from their deep slumber, one by one, occupying downstairs and bathrooms to get ready for the day. With Hoseok and Seokjin being in charge of today's breakfast, everyone chats in the dining room. With nine people in the room who keep talking, the room quickly becomes loud and lively, but it's nowhere near the loudness you got to experience during yesterday's party.
Seokjin assures his wife to stay seated whenever she wants to help them, or mainly help poor Hoseok who seems to be struggling with holding three plates in both hands. He scolds her, giving a small kiss on the top of her head which makes your heart soften. They look so in love. The shining rings on both of their fingers are perfectly shown for everyone to see. You did see them exchanging them on their wedding day after all.
Seeing married couples on the street, or just Seokjin and Jia specifically, makes you wonder how your wedding will look like. You sure are that kind of girl who wants to get married eventually, settle down with the one you love. Is it Haneul?
Is he the right one? It's too early to say right now, both of you are still adjusting to your relationship. Your first relationship wasn't bad. Haechen isn't a bad guy, he just wasn't the right one. And Haneul never really had a serious relationship, so this is even more new to him – being in a serious relationship with you while still trying to get to know you and figure out how this whole thing about relationship works. To be honest, you're still trying to figure that out too.
You like him. You really do.
Just as Hoseok hovers over you to set a bowl of boiled eggs, he manages to bump into your glass of water by accident causing some of it to pour.
"Shit," he curses, putting down the bowl as you're already grabbing the napkin and patting the table dry. "I'm so sorry."
"Yah, Hobi!" Seokjin scolds him, frowning at his friend's clumsiness as Hoseok offers him a crooked smile.
"It's okay," you assure him, grabbing some of Haneul's napkin which your lovely boyfriend hands you. "It can happen to anyone."
You look at Hoseok, giving him an assuring smile which he returns, apologizing for the last time before he asks you to hand him the wet napkins to throw them away. You do tell him you can throw it away by yourself, he doesn't have to serve you.
"It's okay, let me do this. It was my fault anyway." he tells you, thanking you as he takes the napkins from your hands and retrieves them back to the kitchen to take care of them.
As everyone eats their breakfast, Jungkook too because apparently the one he made for himself in the morning after he woke up just wasn't enough, Seokjin shares his plan for today. You weren't informed of the local Ski resort nearby the cabin, although you did notice its board during the ride here. As Seokjin shares his own experience and excitement about skiing, a few people already agree to go with him. He assures there's a place where you can rent snowboards and skis among other important and very much needed ski equipment for skiing.
You're not surprised by Jungkook's excitement, his head already nodding when Seokjin asks him if he's joining too.
"Of course I'm hyung," Jungkook says with a full mouth, causing a little amused snicker to get past your lips. He's sitting on the opposite side of the table, a few seats across from you but you can still see the way his eyes shine.
Jimin and Taehyung look quite excited too, agreeing to come as well along with Hoseok. However, there are exceptions such as Namjoon who shakes his head when Jimin asks him about going too.
"I don't want to break my neck, plus I want to survive until next year." he jokes, but there is a little seriousness in his voice that makes everyone chuckle.
Maya laughs, putting a hand on his shoulder assuringly as she also agrees not to go.
"Do you wanna go?" Haneul asks you, stuffing his mouth with cereals as you shake your head.
"Not really," you answer, "You?"
"I don't know, I'd like to spend some time with you rather than skiing." he admits, causing you to give him a smile as you both agree to stay back and not join the others.
"Maybe we could go as a group and look around the town? I searched on the internet and apparently they've this huge market of different kinds of shops. It'd be fun to go and check that out. Maybe you guys could join us?" Maya asks, sitting right on the opposite side of the table and from you, her brown eyes peering at you excitedly beaming with friendliness.
"That sounds fun. What do you think?" you ask Haneul, who straight away seems intrigued and agrees. "Okay, sounds like a plan." you tell, looking at Maya and Namjoon who seem to be happy.
When everyone is done eating, the groups already start to form and Hoseok starts to count how many of them are going to the Ski resort.
"Okay, seven of us are going and four of them are going into town." Hoseok tells Seokjin, while Seokjin shakes his head.
"Ah, Jia is not going with us," he explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Hoseok asks why, confused since the two of them barely went somewhere separately.
Maybe they're still in their honeymoon phase. Well, at least they're not fighting like a married couple that's been married for forty years.
"She doesn't want to," Seokjin simply explains, zipping his jacket when he looks at you and the rest of the guys that are going to the town. "Y/N, Namjoon, is it okay if Jia joins you? I don't want to leave her alone here and she's too stubborn to let me stay here."
"Yeah, sure."
"Of course."
You and Namjoon tell him straight away, causing Seokjin to call for Jia who waves at Kiko and Jungkook as she walks towards her husband. She looks questionably at him, while Seokjin explains she could join you which she seems to be okay with. They talk for a moment, your attention focused elsewhere since the couple bid their goodbye with a kiss which seems too intimate for you to look at.
Maya shows you some articles about the market, everyone attentionally watching and agreeing with the plan.
"We can figure out what to do there later, maybe we'll find something fun to do..." you hear Haneul say, everyone agreeing with him.
You're going to grab your own jacket which is hanging on one of the racks in the corridor. It takes you a few seconds to spot it underneath all the jackets and coats there, but you manage to find it just as Jungkook comes to take his own jacket.
"You should've come with us," he tells you, putting on his jacket as you zip your own. "I could've taught you how to crash those slopes."
You laugh at that, shaking your head. "I'd rather not hurt myself. Trying to learn how to ski or snowboard seems kinda dangerous."
"Oh come on, you once told me you want to learn how to snowboard." Jungkook points out with a grin on his lips, black beanie covering his dark hair.
"Yeah, today is not the day, Jeon," you tell him, patting his forearm through his padded jacket as he snickers at you. "Besides, there will be more opportunities for you to teach me how to snowboard."
"You think so?" he asks, brows shot up upwards for a few seconds. "I'll hold you to that."
Playfully rolling your eyes, you agree with him. "Be careful, okay?"
Jungkook is an adventurous type, he loves adventure and can be sometimes too reckless. You're not going to lie, you're kind of scared for him. You know it's been a while since he went snowboarding last time.
"Don't worry, if something happens to me I'll make sure to leave you my car." he jokes, causing you to frown as you smack him in the arm.
"Don't even joke about that," you frown, not amused by his joke and at the thought of something happening to him makes your stomach clench. "I'm serious."
"Alright, alright," he cackles, "I'll be careful, mom. You've my word."
You cringe, scrunching your nose as clear 'ew' leaves your mouth. "Is this how you feel when I call you dad?"
"Pretty much," Jungkook nods, "I'll call you that whenever you call me dad. It's a nice revenge, thanks for the idea."
You roll your eyes. "You know what? I hope you'll fall down your ass the moment you step on the snowboard."
Jungkook cackles, snorting as he purses his lips. "I love you too."
Again, you roll your eyes waving him off. "Whatever."
His laugh is the last thing you hear before your name is being called by Namjoon, everyone waiting for you so you can check out the town.
Downtown has its own charm as the five of you've managed to walk through the fish market so far. The smell isn't exactly your favorite, but it's definitely interesting to see the wide selection of their assortment when it comes to fish and seafood in general.
Jia without Seokjin looks a bit lonely, which causes you to glance at her every now and then, thinking of ways to talk to her. It's not like you're nervous but you're not quite sure if you're the right person she wants to start a conversation with. You don't judge people, you don't even know her that much.
But the fact she's Kiko's friend makes you very unsure. You've no idea what the dark red haired woman thinks of you. Does Kiko call you a bitch behind your back? She doesn't look like the type to do so, but you don't know Kiko as well. And apparently, you've never known her well enough since she shocked all of you. Especially when she broke up with Jungkook and it was later revealed why.
"Is it weird I actually feel sorry for it?"
Apparently, your hesitation is solved when Jia is the first one to speak, standing right next to you as she stares at the octopus in a huge tank.
"What? That it gets killed and eaten later?" you ask, her amused snort erupting from her mouth as she nods.
"The smell makes me nauseous though." she comments, covering her mouth with a hand as she looks around, almost as if she's waiting for some weird and unappreciative stares from the owners.
"I think it makes everyone nauseous," you admit, "But I think boys like it." you say, glancing at Haneul and Namjoon who happily conversate with one of the owners as he shows them dried fish.
Maya stands there listening too, although you see her scrunch her nose very discreetly when the owner grabs the fish causing its smell to linger even more in the air.
"They're weird," Jia says, scrunching her own nose as she stares at the two men that look like little boys on an excursion. "I don't think I've talked to you properly before. You went to the wedding, right?"
It's true. You've never really talked to her, besides the short and brief greetings at the wedding and this time, when you came to the cabin.
"Yeah, it was a beautiful wedding."
She smiles at that, appreciating your compliment. "Thank you."
You're not sure what else to say, it feels somehow hard trying to make a conversation with her because all you can think of is what she probably thinks of you. Does she know about you and Jungkook? Did Kiko tell her? You wouldn't be too surprised if she did. She is her best friend after all. You're not one to care about what others think, but right now you feel slightly uncomfortable at the thought of her own thoughts about you.
Luckily, the rest of the group saves you from the beginning of awkward silence as you see them approaching you, ready to get past the seafood section.
You taste a few local meals and drinks after that, just something to keep you warm. It might not be the most adventurous trip, but it feels nice to just walk around even when your cheeks are painted red and you can see a cloud of your breath whenever you breathe out. Not even Haneul's hand gripping yours helps that much, but you do appreciate its own warmth.
You and Maya decide to go to one of the souvenir shops across the street, meanwhile Haneul, Namjoon and Jia decide to just sit down at one of the coffee shops and drink their hot chocolates.
Maya is a very nice person to talk to. Warm. That's how you'd probably describe her and she suits Namjoon well. You can understand why their relationship seems so pure and full of love. She jokes too, which adds just a few points to your imaginary board of how you feel about her.
She seems to be a little bit more loud than Namjoon is. Meanwhile it seems like everytime Namjoon talks, everything that comes out of his mouth is smart and sentimental. Maya seems to talk about whatever is on her mind, not really thinking about it before she says it. She surprises you with her randomness but you like it.
You're kind of similar, not scared to say anything and it feels like the two of you just clicked as soon as you got to speak more.
"You won't believe it," Maya says, rummaging through different keychains as her mouth stretches into a huge smile at your question.
You just asked her how she and Namjoon met. She was the first one who mentioned it will be their second year anniversary.
"But it was in a club."
"What?" you let out surprised, "Namjoon in a club? That sounds kinda surprising. I'd expect you to meet in a park or something." Hence Namjoon's love towards nature and outdoor activity which includes hiking, reading books and taking random walks through parks. He did mention to you his love for those activities on a camping trip.
"I know, exactly, right?" she laughs, "It wasn't anything romantic, though. It wasn't like he spilled his drink on me or bumped into me. I was actually the one who approached him and bought him a drink."
That surprises you, pleasingly surprises you and it causes you to giggle. "Wow, that's amazing."
"Pretty bold of me, I know," she laughs with you, placing a keychain of a tree with town's name in the background into her small shopping cart. "I'm not usually that bold, but I just knew I had to introduce myself when I saw him."
It makes you smile.
"So, how did you and Haneul meet?"
"You're not gonna believe it, but it was in a club too. He actually helped me when one of the older men bugged me. I've a part-time job there, well until I save enough to buy a better car. But yeah, he was actually pretty bold about saving me and then he wanted to buy me a drink."
"Aw, that's so romantic! He looks like a cute puppy," Maya says, causing you to laugh but you don't exactly disagree with her. He definitely looks like a cute puppy. "That's way more romantic than my and Joon's story. So how did you guys start dating?"
"Well, it wasn't right away. He was very sweet and kinda flirty that night but he was there with his friends, and I was obviously working. So there wasn't that much place to talk or get to know each other. But then I went there with my friends, not working that time, and he was there again. Oh, my boss also told me he was there during a week and clearly was looking for me which Haneul actually confirmed. He bought me a drink, we talked and danced after that. And then he asked me on a date which I agreed to right away." you explain, smiling at the faint memory but it's not that long ago since it happened.
"You guys are so cute!" she coos, walking through another aisle and you follow behind her. "Does he live in Seoul?"
So you talk to her, answering her questions as she's trying to get to know you. When you get back to the rest of the group, the nice atmosphere remains. You feel your phone ring with a new notification when Namjoon stands up to go pay, as you take a sip from Haneul's, not so hot chocolate anymore.
Kook: look at this mom
It's a video, you click on it and your heart almost drops at the evident sight of Jungkook doing a snowboard trick. It's nothing dramatic, but enough to widen your eyes when you see him in the air for a few seconds before he safely lands onto ground and snow, stable as if he's been doing it for years. You can hear the distant cheers from the guys.
"Is that Jungkook?" Haneul asks, glancing at your phone as you nod.
Namjoon already comes back, glancing at your phone too for a moment before he sits back to his previous spot.
"Yeah."
"Wow, he's so good at snowboarding." he comments, genuinely sounding impressed as he urges you to press play again on the video.
It catches Namjoon's attention. "Who? Jungkook?"
You and Haneul nod.
"That kid is amazing at everything. Seriously, he has a talent for everything."
Haneul agrees, praising Jungkook's skills once again as the conversation leads elsewhere but you're not a part of it as you let your thumbs tap against the screen.
"you're really crazy"
"don't let your real mom see this, she'll flip out"
You wait for a few seconds for his message which comes in a minute.
Kook: idk i feel like you do an amazing job at that
Kook: i'm careful, don't worry ;)
You roll your eyes, sending him thumbs up. You can picture him grinning at your message so clearly. He knows you're slightly annoyed at him but there's an amused smile playing on your lips as you place your phone back in your pocket.
He really is crazy. But you're not surprised, not even a bit. It's Jungkook after all.
You've spent most of the day in town, still tasted a bunch of local food to the point you felt your stomach getting food and in no need for lunch. However, guys felt it differently and whined they're hungry, plus with Jia discreetly hinting she's tired from all the walking and doesn't feel too well, that was your clue to go back to Namjoon's car and drive back to the cabin.
It was around lunch time that guys came back from their skiing trip, completely hungry so the kitchen and the dining room were fully occupied. After Haneul ate, he joined you in the living room as you silently browsed through your phone. He sat next to you, doing the same thing until his phone rang. With his mom calling again, he excused himself to get some privacy considering loud chattering from the dining room but also from the rooms around you could be very much heard.
It's only when Haneul comes back with evident frown and sadness clouding his usually soft features that you notice something is wrong. You straighten yourself, sitting properly from your slouched position as you watch him sit next to you with worried eyes.
"What happened?" You place your hand over his shoulder, noticing how tense he seems to be.
"It's my grandma," he mutters, sighing. "Apparently they had to call an ambulance, she had a stroke. Thank god my mom was there."
"I'm so sorry," you say immediately, moving closer to him as you hug him. "How is she right now?"
"Stable," he answers, sighing. "I'm sorry, I'm probably ruining the mood right now."
"Are you serious?" you frown, "Don't apologize because of this. Do you wanna go home? Maybe we could ask one of the guys to drive us back, or we could find a train station to get back to Seoul."
Haneul glances at you, his eyes softening but there is still that hurt in his brown eyes, from the sudden news of his grandmother's condition. "You're amazing," he says simply, causing you to chuckle as you glance down almost embarrassingly.
"But no, my mom told me to stay here. They're there with her and my uncle is on his way there too, it wouldn't be good for too many people to be there anyway. They don't even let them stay in her room for too long." he tells you which you agree with, nodding.
"I'm sorry, I hope she'll be okay." you tell him, cuddling to him as he wraps his arm around you, hugging you.
Haneul calls with his parents throughout the day a couple of times, luckily bringing good news as his grandmother seems to be okay. Of course, she still had a stroke which is definitely not good but he could talk to her over the phone. She sounded tired and slow, according to Haneul, but he feels so much better after hearing her and talking to her.
Universe seems to work in a completely interesting and different way, something you've been telling yourself quite lately. Or maybe it's just pure confidence and this is how life goes.
Everyone is slightly confused when Seokjin calls everyone to the "main room" as he calls it. Living room is that one room referenced as that. The huge living room with an amazing fireplace and huge windows that gives a great view of trees and mountains behind you.
The pair acts odd, even though they cheekily smile at each other as they stand on the little steps. It reminds you of when you came here and Seokjin welcomed everyone. This time however, Jia is standing next to him beaming at her husband. You do notice you're not the only one confused at the sudden act of gathering everyone.
Did something happen? Will everyone have to go home and make other plans for the New Year?
Regardless of your curiosity, and a slight panic too, the couple seems relaxed but excited at the same time as they whisper something to each other for the last time before Seokjin clears his throat.
"What is this about?" you ask Jungkook quietly, glancing at your friend who seems equally confused as he just shrugs.
Only one person doesn't look confused like the rest of you do, and that one person is Kiko. She's sitting on another couch, surprisingly not next to Jungkook but at the very end with Namjoon beside her.
Kiko is trying to hide her smile by casually crossing her legs while she plops her chin onto her palm. Her fingers cover her mouth, although you do notice how happy she seems to be at the sight of her best friend. Jia offers her smile that somehow seems shaky but Kiko just gives her a thumbs up.
Before you can study her behavior any longer, Seokjin starts talking.
"We didn't want to do this dramatically but me and Jia talked, it was actually very much planned but we didn't know how to tell you guys,"
Everyone seems to be quiet, too curious about what this is about. But Seokjin doesn't wait for any reaction before he continues, but not before he looks at Jia for one last time before he locks their hands together.
"We're having a baby!"
That's when the sound of genuine happiness and excitement resounds through the whole room, Jimin and Hoseok already standing up to tell their congratulations as they hug the couple. You smile, genuinely happy for the pair.
Suddenly, it all makes sense. Jia not skiing with her husband. Her sudden distaste at the market and when she told you she's tired and doesn't feel too well. You wouldn't have guessed it's because she's been pregnant this whole time. However, she's not your friend and you haven't been paying that much attention to her.
Jungkook is standing up, grinning at Seokjin as he walks towards them. You and Haneul do the same thing, wanting to personally congratulate them because it's polite and it's the least you can do.
You see Kiko hugging Jia, both women excitedly squealing.
"I know they're best friends but damn, I feel left out." Maya jokes next to you, making her presence known as you snort at her.
You can't tell you don't feel otherwise. It's been pretty clear they're best friends this whole time. If Jia wasn't with Seokjin, she was with Kiko for sure. You and Maya are the only other women in this cabin, and it's been known Jia and Kiko didn't make that much effort to "invite" you to their circle. Not that you want that, but it's just a thought that Maya clearly has too.
Plus, you're very much fine with spending your time here with your actual friends.
"...congrats, man. I can't believe you're about to be a dad!" you hear Jungkook tell Seokjin, slapping him on the shoulder which causes the older groan in pain.
"Tell me something about it, I'm surrounded by guys. I can't possibly imagine them squealing like them if I ever get pregnant." you joke, glancing at Jia and Kiko who seem to be just as happy and loud as before.
Jungkook turns around, almost bumping into you as he glances down at you. "You're not planning to get pregnant, are you?" he jokes, grinning at you mischievously. Of course, he heard you and of course he has to react.
Maya giggles, you're not sure if it's because of what Jungkook said or the way you roll your eyes and poke him in the stomach, which does nothing. This man is like a rock.
"What, you don't want to be an uncle?" you play along, arching your brow at him daringly as he seems to be caught off guard by your question. He coughs before his previous grin spreads on his lips again.
"At least wait until your boyfriend finishes college." he jabs at you, poking you in your ribs causing you to flinch as you slap his hands away.
You know he's just making fun, but you do think it was an unnecessary comment because he makes it look as if he jabbed more at Haneul's age and the fact he's younger.
"Why? Young daddies are hot." you react, shaking yourself from your thoughts and the uncomfortable feeling in your chest that Jungkook caused.
Jungkook shakes your head at you while he's trying to hide his own amused grin by rubbing his nose.
Maya laughs, nodding at you. "They sure are." she agrees with you, somehow saving you without even knowing.
You arch your brow at Jungkook again, silently saying 'See?' but he just rolls his eyes playfully before he wraps his arm around your neck, awfully familiar to a headlock.
"Let me go, you idiot." you curse at him, trying to jab him with your elbow but he moves his body every time you try to do so.
His laugh fills your ears and you can't help but be annoyed and laugh at him at the same time. He doesn't hold you tightly, not that it's too uncomfortable or painful. Eventually, he lets you go and ruffles your hair which makes you try to knee him in the crotch.
He's so annoying. He really is because he grabs your knee effortlessly and sets it down.
"Careful, I need that."
You roll your eyes, scrunching your nose at him. "Of course, you do."
"What, you don't want to be an aunt?" You hear him mischievously say behind you, laughing and leaving when he is satisfied with the glare you give him across your shoulder.
You finally get the chance to congratulate Seokjin and Jia, Haneul joins you just as you're hugging Seokjin. You didn't even notice him not following you because he chatted to Hoseok and Taehyung.
Congratulating Jia doesn't feel as awkward since you got to spend a day together. Even with Kiko standing next to her, you can feel her eyes on you and just as you're about to walk away, you glance at her. She does seem a little awkward, but she offers you a tiny smile.
You do your best at trying to smile at her, ending up with you doing a weird mixture of your lips curving but hey, you smiled at her. And it's the effort that counts, right?
After everyone congratulated the happy couple about their news, Seokjin proposed celebrating it tomorrow since Jia started to feel a little nauseous and tired anyway. He did take a shot with the guys, a lot more slaps on the back and bro hugs before he joined his wife in their bedroom. Not long after that, you and Haneul decided to retrieve back to your rooms when both of you started yawning.
It takes a longer time for Haneul to fall asleep, this time you're the first one who falls asleep right after. However, you do wake up around midnight not being able to sleep. You toss around for a few minutes, glancing at Haneul and checking on him but luckily, he seems to be sleeping peacefully. Today definitely had a sudden twist for him.
You feel your throat dry, in need to at least have a gulp of water which you usually keep a bottle of water on your nightstand. The only difference is that you do it at home, and you're not home now and you completely forgot to do that here. Deciding it's better to have some water and then go back to sleep, you put on your slippers and get off the bed.
The cabin is dark but there are automatic night lights in the hallway, so you're not too scared to fall or suddenly bump into something. You definitely don't want to break one of those expensive vases. If you were about to pay for it, you'd have to sell your shitty car which most likely costs way less than the actual vase.
Downstairs is a bit trickier, without night lights you can see stable shadows of the furniture and the moonlight peeking from some of the windows. Those wide windows they put here are suddenly a lot more practical than just pleasing for the eye. You hear some rustling and as you peek behind the corner, you audibly jump at the sudden presence.
Even in the lack of lightning you can make out Jungkook's obvious figure, standing just behind the kitchen island and as you come closer, you notice a spoon in his mouth while he watches you with big eyes.
"Look at you," you muse quietly but amusingly, you walk closer to him and enter the kitchen fully.
He realizes it's you and he chuckles, pulling the spoon out of his mouth. He has something in his hands but it's hard to tell what it is.
"First the morning and now we meet at midnight. Are you sure you're not stalking me?" you tease, walking around the kitchen island to stand next to him.
Ah, ice cream. Of course. Jungkook sets the ice cream down on the kitchen counter, chuckling a bit as he stares at you amusingly.
"You're the one bumping into me. Are you sure you're not the stalker?"
"Touché," you muse, causing him to laugh silently. "Can't sleep?" you ask, as you pull a bottle of water from the fridge. It's cold--
"Yeah, I was hungry," he says, "Don't drink it, it's too cold."
You snicker, shaking your head. Of course, you won't drink it this cold. You'll wait for a few minutes. You really don't want to have a sore throat on NYE, or anytime actually.
"I wasn't about to drink it straight away," you point out, setting the bottle down on the counter. "Aren't you the one eating ice cream at midnight and in the winter?" you raise your brow at him, his little laugh met with your ears almost right away.
"Touché," he nods, "What about you? Can't sleep too?"
"I just woke up with a dry throat." you shrug, hopping on the kitchen counter right next to Jungkook where he is standing and leaning against the edge of it with his butt. He's too tall for it to reach it down to his lower back.
He nods understandably to your words, scooping a little bit of ice cream onto the spoon before he puts it in his mouth.
"Want some?" he asks you, offering you a spoon which you gladly take. He angles you the medium sized bucket that looks small in his hands, to let you scoop it.
"I heard about Haneul's grandma, how is he doing?" he asks you as you taste the chocolate brownie flavor.
"Relatively good, I guess," you shrug, "She's stable and he spoke to her over the phone, so I guess that eased his mind a lot."
Jungkook nods, staring into the darkness as the two of you stay silent for a few minutes, just casually standing and sitting in the kitchen while exchanging the spoon to eat ice cream.
"I'm glad you're here, y'know," Jungkook suddenly speaks, voice low and soft. "I know I annoyed you and pissed you off on this trip a lot, I didn't mean to... it's just..."
You notice it's hard for him to explain it, but you know what he wants to say. You shake your head, reassuringly squeezing his arm but you end up squeezing and touching his bicep. Damn, you forgot how hard those muscles feel. It's only now, when your hand meets his exposed skin, you realize that he's wearing an oversized shirt with boxers only. Thank god, it's too dark to see your widened eyes and the look you're giving his exposed legs. And thank god it's too dark for you to see it precisely.
You forgot that Jungkook gets very hot during the night. He likes to sleep shirtless and you're suddenly very happy he wore a shirt before coming downstairs.
For some reason, you feel heat rushing to your cheeks. It's not that big of a deal but there is this invisible line and boundary between you two, and you're always reminded of what you experienced with him.
You clear your throat, directing your eyes elsewhere than Jungkook. "I wasn't exactly mad. I mean, I kinda get it from your point of view. Well, I get why you want me and her getting along. It'd make things much easier. But from my point of view... I just don't want that and I'm sorry, but this is how I feel about it."
"Of course," he says softly, straightening as he stands in front of you.
You widen your eyes, stunned at the sudden movement and the fact he's right in front of you. However, Jungkook doesn't seem to be stunned or nowhere near affected. He's fully focused on what he's about to say, a little puzzled look on his face as he cutely frowns and pouts without even knowing.
"I thought it'd make things easier, but I can't force her on you. I just... I know she's not accepted by you and even she feels that, it bothers and hurts her a lot. There is so much pressure I feel and I-I don't know I feel like I'm doing everything wrong."
"Hey," you call out softly, leaning your head slightly in his direction to get his attention.
The ice cream is long forgotten, the small amount that remained uneaten by you two probably melted by now.
"You're not doing everything wrong. I didn't make it exactly easier for you,"
It's true. There were times when you could've controlled yourself better, but you let your thoughts and opinion cloud your mind. It's not like you regret acting the way you did. You're more sorry for Jungkook, because you can emphasize with him.
"You're never really making anything easier for me, are you?" he teases you, nudging you with his arm as you snort and laugh at him.
"You're the one to talk." you shoot back, giggling when he dramatically gasps but laughs too.
Once you calm down, you let out a yawn leave past your lips.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
You do feel a little tingle in your stomach at that, shyly hopping off the counter. You know what he meant, it just awfully sounded as if you're going to sleep in the same bed. You almost snicker at your thoughts, knowing you're just acting weird all over again. You and Jungkook used to share a bed way before the deal came up. None of you ever made a big deal out of it.
But now that both of you've partners, it would probably be very weird and unfair to them. It's something you had to give up in your friendship.
You and Jungkook go upstairs together, both of you lingering outside of each of your rooms for a little while as you look at each other, the night lamps finally giving you an opportunity to see more of his face.
His eyes are tired, crinkled at the end as he grins at you. "Goodnight." he says simply, waving at you as you chuckle.
"Goodnight, Kook."
And you go to separate bedrooms, back to your partners. That's where you belong, right?
You're not sure what time it is when you're woken up by a pair of hands, sneakily touching down your back. Flinching back a little, just out of pure shock of feeling someone's hands behind you, you realize it must be Haneul. Glancing back, you confirm your suspicion because there's no one else who'd be in the bed beside you, touching you like this.
"Hi," he cheekily says, frowning when you turn back and cuddle up your pillow. "It's already nine." he informs you, hands hesitating before he starts caressing your back all over again.
It feels weird. Not him touching you, but him doing this in the morning when all he has ever done is cuddling you. He has never been this upfront in the morning.
"So? I can sleep how long I want." you mumble into the pillow, still feeling tiredness from the fact you went to sleep after midnight. Well, if you just sat up maybe you'd be able to wake up yourself and get ready for the day. But you don't want to. This bed is too comfortable and you don't have to go back to sleep, you'd be perfectly fine just laying here.
"I-you can, I didn't say you can't," Haneul stutters, surprised by your morning attitude.
It's not really an attitude, you're just tired and your voice is lacking any possible emotion.
"Princess," he whines after a moment, realizing you're not waking up but quite the opposite. He hears you hum and before you can go back to your slumber, he starts caressing the side of your ass which makes your eyes open.
You shift, laying on your back as you turn your head to him. You're not surprised when you see him biting his lower lip, eyeing you like a candy when you've to look like a nightmare. Your face has to be all swollen, especially from eating so late but you blame Jungkook and the stupid ice cream which you couldn't resist. Your hair is undoubtedly messy, freed from the rubber band you took off after coming back from the kitchen.
You're not stupid. Even in your early tired state, you can tell the glint he has in his eyes is nowhere innocent. If you weren't awake just for a solid four minutes, you'd probably look more surprised than you're letting on. It's not your fault, you're just still half-sleeping to have a proper reaction.
Haneul is nowhere near tired, he proves that when he delivers a kiss to your shoulder and hands move down to your stomach. It's not like you don't like the touch, but you do feel yourself tensing underneath his hands because simply you're not feeling where this is getting to.
"Haneul, I'm tired." you murmur, gently shifting away from him but the young man is persistent and doesn't mind it, simply chasing you again as he starts kissing your neck.
"I can wake you up," You frown, almost scoffing as you get a hold of his arms. He looks at you, eyes raised at the sudden interruption. "Are you seriously not wanting this?" He doesn't sound angry, just confused and surprised.
"I told you I'm tired," you reason, "Besides, there are like nine people here and some of them probably awake."
"So?" he shrugs, "Don't tell me you haven't had sex with your ex while other people were around." You haven't. But you have with Jungkook.
The realization makes your heart skip a beat, your hands gripping Haneul's even tighter as you frown at your boyfriend. "I'm not in the mood."
He searches your face, letting your words linger in the air for a moment before his features drop and he looks almost surprised by your denial.
"Oh," he lets out, arms freezing as he awkwardly shifts away from you. "Okay, I get that. I'm sorry." he apologizes, not being able to look at you as he quickly sits up.
"Haneul," you sigh, "I didn't mean--"
"No, it's okay. I'm sorry if I was too forward, I thought you'd like-- nevermind. Forget it please," he almost pleads, cheeks tinted red as you stare at him with pity eyes. "I'm gonna get ready. Join me when you're awake?" he asks, trying to sound light but you see how much your denial made him embarrassed.
He kisses your cheeks before he springs out of the bed, rushing to take off his pyjamas and put on some clothes for the day. You sigh, looking away. You close your eyes, almost acting as if you're going back to sleep but the truth is, you can't.
You're already awake, mixed feelings occupying your mind. You hear him shuffling with things, trying to stay quiet but you just sigh, sitting up. He looks at you with wide eyes, expecting you to sleep and not looking at him so wide awake.
"I'm sorry if I made things awkward." you tell him, not liking how awkward this feels.
"What? No, don't be sorry," he chuckles, quickly going to usher you as he sits on the edge of bed and takes your hands in his. "It's okay to say no, I was just in the mood and it's okay you weren't. I'm all good, alright? Don't overthink this." he tells you, smiling at you.
It eases up your weird tensed feeling in your chest, and you find yourself smiling back at him. There's nothing wrong with you saying no, you know that. It's just kind of an awkward situation in general but nothing you could not get past.
The awkwardness of today's morning is long forgotten and it's like it never happened in the first place. Haneul is sweet as ever, cuddles you and kisses you in your hair as if he could tell how awkward you feel after this morning.
You get it. He probably woke up with morning wood and wanted to take care of it, and since you're his girlfriend and were right there, he thought you could help. You did notice him awkwardly covering his crotch when he was about to walk away from the bedroom, which explains things a lot.
Haneul's laugh as he manages to hit Taehyung's head with a snowball makes you laugh too, especially when you notice Taehyung's mouth opened in betrayal. You don't even know who started it.
Ah, Jungkook and Taehyung did as they started fooling around until somehow everyone who was outside of the cabin got pulled into this snow fight.
From the corner of your eyes you can see someone getting closer to you, eyes widening as soon as you see Jungkook cackling devilishly while making his snowball perfect. A big snowball that definitely will hurt.
"Don't you dare," you manage to get through your teeth, knowing he heard it because you see his eyes flicker to yours before you see him slowly stepping towards you.
He's teasing you, ready to smash that snowball into you as soon as he's in a close distance but you don't let him do that. You don't wait for the snow to meet your body, legs already moving you quickly far away from Jungkook. You hear him laughing, your own smile twisting to a grin and even your annoyance at your annoying friend is gone.
It's until you feel the impact of the snow at the back of your head, causing you to stumble. Running in thick snow is already hard enough, Jungkook's hit success as it brings you down to the floor. Your cheek presses into the snow and you're ready to storm out at Jungkook for throwing it with so much strength.
You hear him stop in the tracks, laughing and clapping at the funny image of you falling down like a house of cards that he managed to see just now. You clench your teeth, feeling how snow is freezing against your cheek but you stay in your place laying there.
Jeon Jungkook, just wait. He's not the only one who can play a game.
You're not sure how successful you're going to be at it, but all you can do is wait and see. When Jungkook stops laughing, your lips almost curl into a satisfied grin when you hear him.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" he calls out, informing you that he's not that close to you.
You shift a little, grumbling at him which isn't part of the plan but you can't hide your annoyance.
"Fuck," you hear him before you hear his heavy footsteps and the way snow slumps underneath his boots. "Fuck, Y/N are you okay?"
You wait until he's next to you, knees crushing into the heavy snow as you manage to slowly sit down, trying to hide your own smirk. It takes you a second, one glance at Jungkook's doe and worried eyes he's aiming at you, before you grab as much snow as your hands allow you to and throw it in his face.
He tries to dodge your attempt of doing the same thing to him, but he fails miserably as you jump back to your feet.
"Yah!" he yells at you, making you cackle as you're taking more snow into your hands and trying to make a snowball. You fail, Jungkook hooking his feet over yours which makes you trip and you fall.
You land next to him, both of you throwing more snow to each other's faces like little kids.
"Alright, alright! You proved your point!" Jungkook calls out, grabbing your hands before you can throw some more snow into his already freezing face.
You let your hands drop, chuckling as you lay in the snow and stare at the blue sky. "That's what you get when you mess around with me." you tell him, pursing your lips as you teasingly grin at him.
He chuckles, lowly and breathy, as he glances at you before he looks at the sky.
"You scared me for a moment," he admits, chuckling again. "I thought I knocked you out."
"Oh please, to knock me out takes more than a simple snowball," you scoff, proudly grinning as you hear him snort. "But it did hurt, you muscle pig." you admit, sheepishly caressing the back of your head which is covered by your beanie.
He definitely wasn't going easy on you with that huge snowball and the strength he put into his throw.
Jungkook laughs but still sits up to look down at you. "Sorry, does it hurt too much?" he asks, but still has that amused grin on his face which makes you roll your eyes.
Sitting up too, you shrug. "Nah, it's not that bad." you assure him before he can start blaming himself.
He offers you his hand, helping you stand up. "Let's get inside, the lunch must be ready."
You nod, the rest of the way to the cabin is spent with you and Jungkook shoving each other, with the rest of the guys happily rushing to eat some warm food.
This trip is full of surprises, just like every trip you take with your friends. Or with people that aren't necessarily your friends tagging along too. It was very bold of you to assume this trip would go all smoothly, with no bumps along the road. But that doesn't mean you don't like this trip or you regret going.
Sure, your patience was running low when it came to Jungkook and his girlfriend, and everything that had to do with their relationship, and you've bumped to a few bumps along this fresh road.
But as the night settles in and it's the right time to celebrate Seokjin and Jia and their unborn baby, somehow you find yourself in the circle and presence of the mentioned pregnant girlfriend and her best friend. Actually, you know exactly how that happened.
You had been talking to Maya, finding out that she lives forty-five minutes from you in Seoul, as she promised to hang out with you once you come back to Seoul. She really is nice and super friendly. So when she proposed to hang out, just the two of you, you had been more enthusiastic about the news than you'd expect yourself to be.
It definitely feels nice to find a new friend, a woman at that, when all you've been doing is hanging out around and with your guy friends. That doesn't mean you don't like it. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook are amazing company and often proved to you it doesn't matter that they're not the same gender, or can't understand some woman stuff you'd usually talk about to the opposite sex. You're perfectly content with having them as your friends. But now that Maya is determined to stay friends even outside of this trip, it truly makes you excited to get to know her more. You've been here for two days and you already get the feeling you know her. That doesn't mean she can't turn out not to be your kind of person, but she definitely looks like it now and you've a good feeling about her.
Maya's friendliness and extrovertedness dragged you, literally, into the situation you're in right now. She called for Jia, waving her with a huge smile to come over, who coincidentally has been accompanied by Kiko.
You could have seen the look of panic washing over her features once she saw you there. It made you feel sour, yes that's how you'd describe that uncomfortable feeling in your chest. Or maybe it was guilt. The fact that it was caused by you was enough to make you grip your glass of rose wine tighter.
When they've come over to you and Maya, luckily your newly found friend took upon herself to congratulate Jia all over again as they had a casual and pleasant conversation. You almost felt awkward, Kiko standing right in front of you keeping her mouth shut as if she was scared and just her saying a single word would tick you off.
Jungkook's words of mentioning how she cried before the party two days ago crossed your mind. You kind of get how he must've been feeling this whole time, seeing it first hand from his girlfriend. So when you joined the conversation and glanced at Kiko, maybe your way of silently and non-verbally telling her that you're not here to be a bitch or fight her, you actually see her relax slightly.
Meanwhile Jia shares that she's three months pregnant, close to being four, you notice Jungkook glancing at you almost nervously while Jimin talks enthusiastically in their little circle of friends they created, with the rest of the guys. He nibbles on his bottom lip, noticing you see him and you give him a slight smile, assuring him that you're fine.
And when he offers you a smile, strangely similar to a proud one, you feel all the weight falling off your chest. You can't think about his relationship or trying to think about Kiko and why she decided to hurt your best friend so much, you just can't. So, you've decided to be decent and just ignore it because it's the best for Jungkook. He clearly knows all your thoughts, he heard them out and still decided to stick up with his decision.
It's not your battle to fight. It's not your thing to be angry about. It won't disappear just like that. It's still there and always will be. But now, you can actually try and focus on other things.
Kiko is not going to be your friend, but you can accept her being in Jungkook's life again. That's what you were kind of doing, even when Jungkook has decided to pull you to the side and share his worries with you, silently pleading with you to try and be more decent.
Okay, you've to admit. You were being bitchy and maybe not totally vocal about your distaste to his girlfriend, but you still let it show and control you to a certain extent. And that wasn't pretty. Even people around you could see that and you thought you're not being so obvious, not that you cared.
Now that you and Jungkook talked, and you could see his hurt and vulnerability, it was just one of those extra pushes that made it more than clear where he stands and what he truly wants.
Overall, it was just a stupid argument you and him had. That's what happens when two people don't agree with each other. It's important to talk it out, trying to understand the other and settle onto some kind of compromise.
Your compromise is not being a bitch and trying to be decent in Kiko's presence. Like Jungkook said, you don't have to be friends with her, nor you've to like her. That's not what he was trying to ask of you this whole time. All he asks is for more respect for their relationship. Jungkook really cares about what you think, so it was draining him mentally and physically to see you acting the way you were acting.
And that's when you knew you weren't acting like he deserved. You were hurting him in a certain way.
Jungkook's compromise is not pushing Kiko in your face, not that he wanted to do that. But it made you feel like that.
She joins the conversation after her own glass of wine is empty, the four of you talking and you find yourself laughing here and there. You don't directly talk to Kiko, but at least you're able to look at her without that feeling of annoyance of her presence. And that's a huge step.
In the middle of the whole celebration, you, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook go to a separate room to exchange your Christmas presents. Jimin and Taehyung are happy about your choice of presents, which to be honest isn't that much special. You've bought them clothes, one sweatshirt for Jimin and a coat for Taehyung. Both of them bought you clothing as well. Taehyung has bought you a silky purple robe, giving it to you with a little smirk on his lips when you praise the material. Jimin gives you an oversized hoodie, an expensive one which you find out when you look at the label. He just waves you off, ignoring your silent protest of him spending this much money on you.
Jimin has bought Jungkook a bag for his camera which the youngest appreciates with eyes wide and mouth opened in awe. Everyone giggles at Jungkook's expression. Taehyung has bought him black boots, similar to ones he already owns but this one according to Jungkook are even better.
Jungkook gives Taehyung a box full of face masks and face care, as he gives a similar box full of bath bombs and bath foams to Jimin since he loves baths. And then he hands them small albums causing them to look at it curiously. You do the same thing, eyeing it as they open it but before you can fully catch a glimpse of what's inside, Jungkook hands you a very similar album.
"This one's for you," he says, grinning at you as you take the album with wide eyes.
You open it, immediately gasping when the album is filled with pictures of you and your friends. As you turn pages, you find pictures of you from the camping trip, pictures you never knew were taken. There are many funny pictures from the times you hung out together, spontaneous moments when you're laughing and fooling around with either Jimin or Taehyung, or both, which makes you giggle.
There are a few pictures of you and Jungkook as well, like the ones you've taken on his phone while wearing the ridiculous bubble face masks or when you did silly poses. It makes you emotional, your heart filled with warmth as you look at Jungkook with an appreciative smile.
"Do you like it?" he asks, grinning sheepishly while Jimin and Taehyung are rolling off the bed while laughing at one of their pictures.
"I love it," you tell him honestly, smiling. "When did you even take these photos?"
He shrugs, grinning cockily when he sees you pleasantly surprised.
"Thank you, Kook. I love this." you tell him, shutting the album with a soft thud as you go hug him. He seems to be caught off guard, almost falling down his back onto the mattress behind him but he easily gets his balance back.
"Of course," he mumbles into your shoulder, hugging you back. You can smell his perfume and his scent so clearly and you take a sneaky sniff of how amazing he always smells like, before you're reminded of something.
You pull away, grinning at him as you dive your hand into the bag where your gifts have been placed, pulling out Jungkook's present.
"Another one?" he asks, surprised you've bought him one more thing besides the new boxing gloves since you know he's enjoying boxing a lot these days.
"It's nothing," you shake your head and hand him the wrapped gift.
He gives you a mere scowl, shaking his head at you in disapproval but unwraps the gift gasping. "You're insane..." he comments, causing you to snort.
"It's just a perfume, Jeon."
"But this one's expensive!" he exclaims, scowling at you as you innocently shrug.
"It's the only one you actually use, you didn't give me that much choice." you joke, seeing him shaking his head again.
It's true. He's too sensitive to certain smells, so he wasn't using perfumes and used to stick to the natural scent of his fabric detergent. But then he found a nice perfume and started wearing it ever since. The smell is incredible, even you've to admit that. It is expensive and Jungkook could easily buy it for himself. Luckily, he complained last month about how he's running out of it, so you ordered it the next day in hope he won't buy it until then.
"Thank you." he tells you honestly, giving you a warm and appreciative smile in return.
After everyone puts their gifts in their rooms, you and the guys join the rest where rap music plays in the background. You and Haneul share a smile as your eyes meet, before you join him on the couch seeing he's in the middle of a conversation with Namjoon. Maya sits next to you a few minutes after and you hold a friendly and casual conversation with her, while you sip on your wine.
"Y/N, are you joining us?" Taehyung asks, gaining your attention as he sits on the floor with Jimin, Hoseok and Seokjin. You notice Jungkook sitting down too, plopping onto his butt before he glances at you.
"Join what?" you ask in return, brows slightly furrowed in confusion as Taehyung snickers.
"A game."
You blink, staring at him dumbfounded as you snort. "I know that much," you murmur ironically, "Are you guys seriously about to play spin the bottle?"
"Of course not," Taehyung frowns, sending you a slight glare because of your mocking tone. "We're playing never have I ever."
"Ah, I'm playing!" Maya calls out enthusiastically, already standing up with her glass of wine as Taehyung cheers for her and plops into the space next to him.
You stare surprised at her, shaking off your surprise as you're met with Taehyung's raised brow. "So? You in?"
"Nah, I'll pass." you tell him, feeling somehow uncomfortable at feeling's everyone's eyes on you.
With dismissing Taehyung, you expect them to ignore you and start playing their stupid game which definitely won't be innocent. It's just their way of prying about everyone's sexlife. However, Taehyung opens his mouth again and if it weren't for the fact he's tipsy, you'd probably send daggers his way.
"What? Scared we'll find out all your dirty little secrets?" He wiggles his brow at you. You know he's just teasing you and being a pain in the ass, yet it does make you feel a little annoyed that he thinks that's the real reason.
You just think the game is stupid and childish. However, you know you'd be listening to them answering those questions.
"Fine, I'm playing. If it's boring I'm out." you mutter annoyingly, standing up as you ask Haneul if he's playing.
"No, I think I'll just watch." he grins at you, sending you a wink before you playfully roll your eyes, joining the others on the floor.
"You don't have to play if you don't want to." Jungkook speaks up, reminding you softly as you glance at him, giving him a slight smile.
"It's okay." you assure him, plopping next to Maya as Jungkook watches you with unconvinced eyes before he sighs and directs his attention elsewhere.
Kiko and Jia enter the living room together, coming from the kitchen, as they join the guys on the couch saying they're not playing. Your attention to them is quickly cut off by Taehyung's voice.
"Okay, I think we all know the rules. You drink if you've done it, if you haven't you don't drink. I've the questions here." he explains showing his phone while everyone nods along his words, agreeing with him.
The first rounds are easy, or more like expected and the whole purpose of it is to make everyone drink. You've been drinking wine but now you're mixing it with vodka, which actually makes you cringe and you seriously hope you won't throw up after this.
"Never have I ever watched porn"
"Never have I ever kissed on a first date"
"Never have I ever made out in public"
It's questions like this that made everyone drink. You can feel yourself loosen up though, which is definitely thanks to the strong taste of vodka that warms up your whole body.
"Never have I ever failed at orgasm while I masturbated."
You choke as soon as you hear Taehyung read from his phone, your eyes bulge out as you catch everyone's eyes in the circle. Ah, you really hope those voices you hear behind you are Haneul and Namjoon, and they aren't actually listening to this. Last time you checked, everyone not participating in this game pretty much ignored you guys.
You sheepishly reach for the shot, avoiding Jungkook's eyes that you know are aimed at you as you chug the shot down. Maya snorts, doing the same thing causing you to mentally sigh in relief. You don't know whether it's from the embarrassment of you drinking alone to this in front of everyone, or just the fact you feel exposed and hunted from the memory of you trying to make yourself cum using the toy Jungkook bought for you.
Luckily, there's no one that mocks you for it and Taehyung moves to the next question right away.
The next question that you don't drink to, is something about threesome which Jimin drinks to and sheepishly adds he doesn't want to talk about it when everyone stares with their mouths open. Much to your shock, you'd never expect Jimin to have a threesome but judging from the way Taehyung is grinning, he already knew about it. He assures his friend that there's nothing to be embarrassed about and there's no one that shames anyone, letting his boxy smile light up the atmosphere.
"Alright, just move on, please." Jimin mutters, cheeks slightly red from the sudden attention.
There are a couple of more questions that you don't drink like, "never have I ever sent a naughty photo to someone" or "never have I ever hooked up with someone I met online".
"Okay," Taehyung calls out, smacking his lips after he finished drinking on a question about never giving a lap dance. "Never have I ever had public sex."
There's a beat of silence for a moment, your eyes somehow automatically leading to Jungkook who glances at you already raising his cup. He raises a brow at you and you feel your palms getting sweaty, memories coming back from the camping trip. Is he thinking the same thing or did he have public sex somewhere else? You've no idea, he has never spoken about his sexlife with Kiko that much, not that you wanted to hear about it in the first place. All you know is that their sexlife has never been bad or boring. You guess it's different when you love that person.
"Y/N honey, do I see you hesitating?" Taehyung asks, lips curved in a lazy and tipsy smirk as you roll your eyes at him.
You mask your own nervousness you feel for some reason, glancing at Jungkook to see him already gulping down his shot, features scrunched at the strong taste for a few seconds as he looks back at you.
Gulping, you ask, "I'm not sure if it's exactly public." you mutter, trying to act nonchalantly as you shake your shoulders.
"It is public, Y/N." Jungkook mutters from the other side, your throat running dry as you send him a glare.
"Where was it?" Jimin asks, voice soft and slightly tired from the alcohol too.
You take a deep breath, swallowing harshly as you mentally start to panic. Not wanting to share any details, you mutter "fuck it" as you chug down the shot.
"Alright, this is starting to get interesting." Taehyung sings out as Hoseok agrees, laughing. Everyone seems to be clueless, or they act that way but you can't bring yourself to overthink it any longer.
Taehyung's phone falls down from his hands, causing Hoseok to snort as he takes the phone and reads the next question by himself. Taehyung purses his lips but doesn't complain, stretching his legs in the meantime.
"Never have I ever had period sex."
Oh, you gotta be kidding me, you think as you're ready to whine out loud but you stop yourself. You feel your heart beat loudly against your ribcage, almost as if you're being called out with these questions. To be honest, you and Jungkook had a sex when you were on your period but you barely bled. It was the end of it and as far as you know, there wasn't that much blood. Does it count? Probably.
Thankfully, your frozen state seems to go unnoticed by the rest of the people as Hoseok drinks up along with Jungkook. You glance at Jungkook, almost looking at him in question as he smirks behind his cup and chugs his shot down. Meanwhile Taehyung eagerly pours more vodka to their empty cups, Jungkook has the audacity to actually raise his brow at you, daring you to drink up.
Clearing your throat, you feel yourself getting annoyed at him. He's provoking you, obviously teasing you because he knows all of your dirty secrets. And it's because he's a part of those dirty secrets. As far as you know, he's done these things with you but it doesn't mean he's done it only with you.
You almost think you get to drink your shot in peace, ignoring Maya's grin when she notices you sneakily drinking but however, Taehyung is loud and attentive as always and nothing goes unnoticed by him.
"Y/N, you horny freak!" he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
"Shut up," you scold him, "Didn't you say no one is shaming anyone?" you mutter at him, ignoring the way he's cackling.
"I'm not shaming," he corrects and you almost think he has an apology ready on his tongue, until he opens his mouth again. "I just didn't know you're such a freak between the sheets."
You choke up, coughing as you shake your head at Taehyung, sending him a glare through your narrowed eyes. Glancing at Jungkook, you see his tongue poking his inner cheek cockily and you send him a warning glare which he just responds with an innocent shrug of his shoulders. That cocky bastard...
"Never have I ever owned a sex toy." Hoseok reads out next, causing everyone to drink up excluding you.
"Y/N, Y/N, I'm surprised. I thought you'd own a sex toy." Taehyung tsks at you, causing you to roll your eyes at him.
"Fuck off, you're annoying," you tell him, but he only beams at you with his boxy smile. "You thought wrong."
"You do own a sex toy, don't lie." Jungkook calls you out, your mouth falling open in a betrayal as Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung snicker and you swear you hear Maya giggling into her palm.
"I didn't buy it! I never wanted it!" you exclaim, protecting your pride as Jungkook narrows his eyes.
"So? You still own it."
It's funny how no one questions how the hell Jungkook knows this but then – everyone knows you guys know each other too well, so it's probably not suspicious for them. And some of them probably think you dated for real.
"Because you bought it for me!" you exclaim again, your mouth shutting right away as the silence erupts in the room.
Jungkook doesn't look drunk, but he's definitely in his tipsy and teasing mood considering how he smirks at you in triumph as he shakes his shoulders. "Don't act like you didn't like it." he simply comments, causing the rest of the guys to snicker again.
Oh, he's about to have it.
"Fuck off, Jeon."
You drink the shot, game moving smoothly as everyone seems to be amused at your bickering rather than suspicious or weirded out.
On the other side, you're too focused on the game and it's practically impossible for you to hear what's going on behind you. It's not like there's something going on, but you definitely don't catch up on Haneul's focused scowl as he looks at Kiko.
"Don't they usually get along?" he asks, wondering if hearing you two talk to each other like that is normal.
So far he's seen you teasing each other or even bickering, but this time it feels like you're second from insulting each other. It is funny, he just wonders...
"They usually do." Kiko answers lightly, shrugging as she sips on her wine before her attention is focused back to Jia as they start talking about something.
He turns back, staring ahead at the group of you as Namjoon laughs at something one of you says. He lets it be, laughing when Taehyung accidentally spills his drink from his mouth, watching it drip down his chin as you snort at him.
A few rounds later and you feel yourself grinning out of nowhere, giggling whenever someone says something funny as Jungkook keeps glancing at you and smiling amusingly at your giggly state. The mildly bitter taste of vodka makes your whole body warm and cozy, and you lean your head on Jimin's shoulder who seems to be just equally drunk. The game is over, however you're playing another one well, if you can say it. It's basically just someone, mainly Taehyung and his noisy ass, asking a question to one of you. Sometimes Hoseok and Jimin, or even Maya, join and pick one person that they want to answer.
"Alright, alright, I'm asking..." Taehyung starts, voice loud and deep as he cuts off Hoseok's laugh, scanning everyone. "Jungkook," he muses, causing the younger to raise his brows in a sudden surprise but he's back to normal in a second, smirking at Taehyung as if silently telling him to bring it on.
"Name one song you'd have a sex to."
Jungkook purses his lips, tattooed fingers rubbing his chin in thought as he makes a funny face as if he's thinking about it. He actually does seem to think about it before he sighs and shrugs. "Probably, Into It."
"Oh, whose song is that?" Hoseok asks, slightly interested in the unknown song name.
It's funny how casual everyone is while all you seem to talk about is sex. At first, you found it annoying and if you were sober, you still would. But now you're more relaxed and it's just a bunch of drunk young adults talking about their own preference. Even Namjoon, has joined the circle or more like he's done it because he wanted to be closer to Maya, as he cuddles up to her. They're so cute together, it actually makes you smile whenever you look at them.
You lift your head off Jimin's shoulder, looking at Jungkook. "Chase Atlantic, right?" you ask questionably, feeling like you're right about this one.
The band is definitely a must-have in Jungkook's playlist, you can't count how many times you've listened to them while riding with him in a car. Jungkook seems to like their music a lot, so you're already familiar with their sound and most importantly their mentioned song. You wouldn't guess Jungkook would have a sex to this song though.
"Yeah," Jungkook answers, nodding cutely before he chugs down another shot.
"Taehyungie, what's your answer to this? Why do I feel like it'd be some kind of sentimental shit song?" Jimin teases the younger, causing Taehyung to grab the cushion below his ass and aimed at him, causing you to avoid it just at the last minute as Jimin catches it with a fit of laughter.
Just right behind you, on the still same couch, Haneul's eyes narrow in confusion as he's too distracted to pay attention to the loudness of you and your friends while you're all laughing. Glancing at Kiko, he notices her looking at the group with a small smile on her face.
Are they always open like this? Sure, he has many friends that could easily be described as pigs due to their lack of maturity and a big amount of hormones. They're loud and they fool around too. And there's nothing wrong about it. He finds himself to feel comfortable in the presence of your friends and people here, they all seem like good people who like to have fun but are mature enough. He's pleasantly surprised how everyone gets along, minus the conversation he had with you about Jungkook's girlfriend, but you seem to be okay.
It almost feels as if there's a certain family vibe going on and he likes it. It feels different than him hanging out with his twenty year old friends who live for random hook-ups, getting drunk and do stupid things along the way.
However, he can't help himself to wonder about how open you and Jungkook are. It seems like you guys know each other the most, and the fact Kiko just sits there and watches you converse about such topics that include sex, is weird to him. It's not because he's jealous because he's not. There's just something, like a missing puzzle that he can't quite figure out.
And he tries to tell himself; No, they're just like this, different from everyone. Just like everyone is describing them like this.
Still, he slightly turns around to Kiko who glances at him with curious eyes, noticing the way he turned his body towards her as he looks her in the eyes.
"Are they always like this?" he asks, "Y/N and Jungkook. Do they seriously know such things about each other?"
This makes Kiko chuckle, noticing the way he looks uncertain and maybe even insecure. He hasn't been here for a while, she thinks and reasons his reaction that he seems to mask while trying to look as casual as possible.
"Yeah, they're pretty close." she simply answers, voice light and somehow assuring as if she could read his confused thoughts.
He seems to relax a little, offering her a little smile. "But isn't that weird?"
Kiko's brows furrowed in confusion before she giggles. "I think fake dating is the weirdest thing they've ever done. Why are you so confused about these questions then?" She actually finds it amusing, glancing at Haneul just to notice his frozen state as he looks as if he was just slapped in the face.
Her smile drops down immediately. Oh, no, no no, she thinks as she hurriedly straightens herself.
"What do you mean fake dating?" he asks slowly, glad there's so much loudness around him that their conversation is quiet and inconspicuous.
"Oh crap," Kiko lets out, hand slapping over her mouth as she looks like minutes from freaking out. Well, that's exactly how she feels. She feels her heart in her throat, her mind trying to assure you this is not happening but when she looks at Haneul again, it's almost certain that this is very much happening. "You didn't know?" she whispers.
"They dated?"
"It wasn't for real!" Kiko quickly justifies, shaking her head as she scoots closer to him and looks like seconds from crying, her eyes pleading. "Oh my god, I thought you knew. I'm so sorry, please don't tell Y/N you know. I'm so sorry." she pleads, trying to stay discreet with her voice so small and quiet. However, Haneul is too shocked to fully recognize the pure panic on her face.
Not that he cares about that much, because the words dating and you and Jungkook in the same sentence makes him feel as if he's just dreaming and none of this is real.
"Haneul, please--" Kiko's words are cut off as he straightens himself and walks towards the circle you and your friends created.
He squats down behind you and gently taps you on your shoulder. You're giggling, looking around as you almost lose your balance, slightly bumping to Haneul.
"Oops, sorry." you cutely apologize to your boyfriend, causing him to smile at you.
You're too tipsy to notice how tight his smile looks and before you can admire him from this proximity, he's already opening his mouth. "Can I talk to you?"
You completely ignore his request, or more like the purpose of it because it doesn't look weird to you. "Yeah, sure." you let out, already standing up as he helps you.
He glances at Jungkook, seeing him laughing at something Hoseok said. If Jungkook noticed, he'd see the cold glare Haneul gave him.
Haneul leads you upstairs to your room, thinking it'll be best to privately talk there since it became "your space together" kind of. You giggle, rambling about how much fun you're having and that he should've joined you in the game. He just gives you a tight smile whenever you look at him as his hands stay wrapped around your forearm. He doesn't hold you tight, just keeping a secure hold of you in case you'd fall but as far as he can tell, you don't look too drunk. Yes, your steps are slightly careless and clumsy, but you look fine. And you're overly giggly that he almost feels bad for taking you away from all the fun.
When you get to your room, you jump on the bed as you lay down, your body bouncing slightly from the harder impact with your arms above your head.
"Y/N," Haneul calls out to you, causing you to sit up as you lazily smile at him.
But Haneul doesn't smile back, no. He rubs his forehead a few times and you finally notice the distress written all over his scowled features as he stares at you with unknowing emotion.
"What's wrong?" you ask, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol and you've a hard time to convince yourself now is not the right time to just lay back.
"When did you want to tell me that you and Jungkook were dating apparently? Well, fake dating," he says with a cold tone, "Or did you even plan on telling me?"
And just like that, you think all the alcohol is gone from your body in seconds and you feel like your head is spinning. No, saying that his words hit you like a bucket of cold water is much more appropriate for this.
How does he know? Who told him? It's the fact that he stares you down so coldly, that you don't recognize him. He looks angry, annoyed and hurt. The worst combination as you feel yourself dryly gulp.
"Of course, I was planning to tell you." You decide to say, voice soft but strict to let him know you weren't planning to keep it a secret.
He already knows, but even you notice his face falling down a little when you don't deny it.
"Oh, really?" he scoffs, making your eyes widen. "So why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I didn't want to tell you at the very beginning of our relationship," you tell him immediately, "It's not a topic you get to talk about on a first date. I wanted to be sure of you, sure of us before I tell you. Actually I wanted to tell you on this trip." But you were too busy dealing with Jungkook.
"Tell me," he starts, voice stern. "Tell me everything."
You're taken aback at the sudden tone he sets, especially when he's acting so bossy telling you what to do. You don't like that. You could easily tell him to calm down and not talk to you in that tone. You don't appreciate it but still, you know you keeping this away from him is the reason he's acting this way. Besides, you're too shocked to properly react.
But still, he doesn't have to act like an idiot.
So sighing, you stand up keeping your distance because he looks too angry to want you to be around. Still, he looks like he's holding himself back from totally bursting.
"Jungkook asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend, it was way before we met by the way. We made a deal. I helped him and he helped me." you explain, trying to act casual when you feel like you're about to throw up.
"How did you help him?" he eyes you, frowning at you as you frown back.
"By pretending to be his girlfriend," you answer, "Look, Kiko broke up with him without any reason and somehow he thought if she saw us together, he'd be able to tell if she still has feelings for him or not. Which proved to be right because they're together. But I swear, there's nothing going on between me and him. It was all fake, we were just helping each other."
Okay, now you sound a little desperate and slightly panicked. And you're most likely sober now too.
"And how did he help you?"
Oh, fuck.
You nibble on your bottom lip. "What?" you whisper, causing Haneul to narrow his eyes suspiciously at you as he senses something is wrong.
"You told me you helped him and he helped you," Fuck, he already sounds angry with his low and slow tone. "So I'm asking, how did he help you?"
You gulp, looking at him apologetically as you plead with him with your eyes to let it go. But he only looks at you even more sternly, not budging, meanwhile you feel like if you still weren't so shocked, you'd actually start crying. This feels like a nightmare.
"Haneul please, you've to trust me that--"
"Don't bullshit me, Y/N," he snaps at you, your eyes widening immediately. He has never talked to you like this and you don't know what to think about it. "Just tell me," he says more gently, but still looking at you with dark eyes.
"It didn't mean anythi--"
"God, Y/N stop beating around the bush." he cuts you off harshly, your mouth shutting before you burst.
"We hooked up, alright?" you exclaim in annoyance. "We hooked up, satisfied?" you murmur, tearing your eyes off him for a moment to look at the closed door.
It's the silence that makes everything even more uncomfortable and you force yourself to look at him.
"We just made a deal, my ex was pretty boring when it came to this sex stuff and somehow, we made this deal." It sounds so freaking stupid, you feel embarrassment crawling down your back as he scoffs loudly.
"All this time you assured me there's nothing going on between you two, you actually fucked him before?!" He raises his voice, making you flinch.
"I--yes, but we're fine. He's back with Kiko and I've you. We stopped it right after he was sure of Kiko and I've never wanted anything more with him. We're so passed that, Haneul please--"
You panic when he wraps his hands around the back of his head and turns around to you with his back. You step closer but he only flinches when he senses your body.
"I'm so fucking stupid," he spits, pacing around the room as you watch him with the same panic in your eyes.
Your stomach clenches uncomfortably and you feel like you're about to seriously throw up. Not from the alcohol, but the nervosity and dozens of different emotions of discomfort that you feel.
"All this time--" he exclaims, stopping as he takes a deep breath. "Who even fucks their friend?"
"A lot of people, actually." you retort and he shoots you a glare.
"I was sitting in the same car with him, I was just with him in the same room while you played that stupid game. No wonder he knew all of your secrets, right?"
He sounds so spiteful and you feel so small underneath his dark and angry eyes. Where is your big mouth when you need it? You can barely open your mouth, your hands slightly shaking.
You feel embarrassed, he makes you feel that way because he actually mocks you. Most likely, you're hurt by him right now. You should've told him but it's not like you weren't planning to. He has to understand you just started dating and you wouldn't brag about such an intimate thing. Not when it happened way before you even met him. He acts as if you cheated on him or like you've done it during the time you met him or were going on dates.
"Haneul, please. I get that you're angry and hurt but trust me, I was planning to tell you. And Jungkook and I are just friends." you assure him for like a thousand times during your relationship.
"I'm going home." he says, completely ignoring your previous words as you widen your eyes and quickly jump to stop him from walking to his suitcase.
"What? No, please don't leave." you plead him, grasping his arms tighter.
He looks down at you, eyes cold and emotionless as he shakes your hands off him. "My grandma is sick anyway, I'll go and see her."
"But it's too late! And--and how will you go?"
"I'll call one of my friends, or I'll ask Jimin to drive me. Honestly, I'd walk there, I don't care. I can't be here for another minute."
"Haneul, please," you whimper when he starts opening the drawers and pulling out his clothes. "We can just talk about it, you don't have to leave."
"I want to," he grumbles before he opens his suitcase and starts messily tossing his clothes there. "Leave. I want to leave."
And that's when you realize there's nothing you can do to stop him. He needs to cool off and think about what his next decision will be, you know all of this. Yet you can't avoid your eyes watering and tears running down your cheeks soon after. It's the little sniffle you accidentally let out that makes Haneul glance across his shoulder to look at you.
"I just need to think. I just know I can't be here any longer." he tells you, somehow softer than before but you still see the wall he's building between you two and it pains you.
"Are you breaking up with me?" you ask silently, wiping your tears because you feel pathetic. You just wish he'd stay, that's all you want from him. He doesn't have to understand you right away, he doesn't have to talk about it with you right now. The hell, he doesn't even have to stay in this bedroom with you. But you just want him to stay.
He sighs, letting go of his shirt that falls into his suitcase as he turns around to look at you again. "No, do you want me to?"
"No? Would I be crying if I wanted to?" you almost snap at him, holding yourself from biting back bitterly.
Do you even have any right to feel angry at him for having this kind of reaction? Your emotions and thoughts are all over the place and you, even yourself, can't tell what you feel. All you know is that you want him to stay and he doesn't have to leave so abruptly. You should talk about it like adults, there's no need for him to make his getaway.
He scoffs, tossing back his clothes angrily to his suitcase. You don't apologize, you don't think you've to be apologizing for answering honestly his stupid question.
"At least tell me who told you." you tell him, thinking he's going to ignore you because he keeps doing his own task for a couple of seconds before he glances at you.
"It doesn't matter."
"Maybe it doesn't matter to you, but it does matter to me. I think I deserve to know who told you. It was my thing to tell, no one else's."
Okay, now you sound a little bit mad.
"You mean secret," he spits at you, "It's not your thing to tell. It was your secret to tell."
"Oh come on, I wanted to tell you!" you exclaim, "How many times do I have to tell you that? It's not my fault you don't trust me. I still stand for what I told you. Me and Jungkook are nothing, just friends. It's in the past and it happened before I even met you. I get that you're angry at me for keeping this away from you, but I had my own reasons. And it's not like I was planning to keep this away from you forever."
"Are you sure you're just nothing? I don't find it comfortable to know you used to fuck him." he barks, shutting his suitcase as he stands up abruptly.
"And that's understandable but you should trust me. I'm sorry that you don't," you tell him, sounding hurt but you don't try to mask it. Because that's exactly how you feel. "You want to leave? Fine. No one will hold you here against your will. At least tell me who told you."
"Kiko," he answers, "Satisfied?"
Of fucking course. That bit--
"But it's not her fault. It's yours."
You gape at him, left completely speechless with thousands of your thoughts. It makes sense. She's been sitting next to him the last time you look at Haneul. You see red, not able to control yourself as you give Haneul his space because clearly you're done here. There's nothing you could say to make him stay here and he seems too angry to even want to be in the same room as you.
You storm out of the room, smacking the door shut with a loud thud as you make your way downstairs. You can't even hear the music anymore, everything is clouded with anger and hurt. You're not stopping on the stairs, eyes searching for that one person that is responsible for Haneul knowing before you could tell him and properly talk to him.
You see her, standing next to Jungkook as she nibbles on her bottom lip. You're too upset to realize she looks freaking nervous and then she spots you coming down the stairs, her mouth opening as she tries to hide behind Jungkook. He's too engrossed by talking to the guys to notice her doing that and then he spots you, smiling and ready to wave you over but then he sees the way your face is twisted in anger and there are tears coming down your cheeks. His eyes widen, glancing behind him to find Kiko looking scared shitless.
You're ready to jump at her, ready to yell but Jungkook's reactions are way faster. He halts you just when you're two steps away from them, gripping your shoulders.
"Woah, hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?" he asks, keeping you in place as you trash in his arms.
"Let me go," you spit, trying to get out of his hold and you almost succeed, ready to claw out his girlfriend's eyes. "It's your fault!" you scream at her, she squirms on her spot and yelps but before you can get to her, Jungkook hooks his arm around your waist, spinning you around.
Trashing even more, you curse at him to let you go as he holds you tightly. Everyone stares at you, probably thinking you're crazy but you don't see them. All you can focus on is the hurt and anger you feel towards the woman that keeps squirming in her spot and even has the audacity to look at you with pitiful eyes.
"Woah, calm down tiger," Jungkook tells you, still holding you tightly as you groan. "Tell me what happened."
"It's her fault," you bark, pointing at Kiko as he glances at her. "You told Haneul! You had no right! You're such a bitch!" you scream at her, Taehyung coming up to you as he puts his hand affectionately on your shoulder.
You notice Jimin staring at you with worried eyes as well, glancing between you and Kiko.
"Y/N, look at me," Jungkook says, cupping your face tightly as he makes you look at him. You do, but you're fuming and ready to trash again but before you can, he opens his mouth again. "Tell me. Talk to me."
You shut your eyes, more tears falling down your cheeks as narrows his eyes in confusion, but doesn't hesitate to wipe your tears. Fuck, you just want to cry.
"She told Haneul about us. She told him." you cry out, Jungkook's mouth opening in a pure shock, not believing your words until after a few moments, he finally processes what you just told him.
He looks at Taehyung, glancing down at you in his arms. Taehyung takes the hint, grabbing you by your shoulders as he gently hugs you closer to him. Jungkook looks at Kiko and he realizes someone turned off the music. Everyone is standing nearby and staring at the scene unfolding in front of them. Hoseok, Jimin, Namjoon, Maya and Jin. Jia is the only one who went to bed early since she felt tired.
Jungkook's and Kiko's eyes meet, her hugging closer to herself while nibbling on her bottom lip as a kid that's in trouble. Maybe this is all just a mistake or some sick joke. But when he sees guilt written all over her usually soft and sweet features, he knows it's true. You're telling the truth and it's not a mistake that could be discussed because what's done is done. Jungkook glares at her without even knowing, not liking how guilty she's looking at him.
He starts making his way over to her, Hoseok glancing between his friend and best friend as he opens his mouth and interferes. "Jungkook, I don't know what happened but let's--"
He's cut off by Jungkook who stops him with his hand, not halting his steps towards Kiko whose mouth is already trembling. Not in fear, there's no need for her to be scared of Jungkook, he'd never hurt her. But he looks damn pissed and she looks more like trembling because of her guilt rather than anything else.
"Kookie, I can explain, it was an accident. I didn't know--"
He grabs her by her forearm, not too tightly to leave a bruise but even she is surprised by the tighter grasp he has on her. He leads her out of the huge room, opening the first door he sees which is a smaller guest room. There's no time to look around or to realize this is the first time he's been and seen this room.
"I didn't know he didn't know. He asked about you and her and it slipped, I swear to you. I'd never hurt Y/N like that!" she apologizes quickly, grasping Jungkook's hands as soon as he lets go of her.
"Why the hell would you even assume he knows? Didn't you think about the possibility he doesn't know?" he asks through clenched teeth, closing his for a second. All he can see is you crying and battling with all the emotions in front of everyone.
He believes Kiko, he doesn't think she did it on purpose. But that doesn't mean what she did wasn't wrong, even if it was a mistake. She should've thought about what she's saying before she said it. She messed up everything and judging by your reaction, Haneul probably hasn't taken it well. You wouldn't cry if he did. You'd probably be pissed, but you wouldn't cry just like that in front of everyone.
"I didn't think about that, I just assumed..." she mumbles.
"You didn't think, exactly," he scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know what happened between them, but are you aware there's a chance you ruined their relationship?"
Kiko pulls her hands away, looking down at her feet in shame. "I know, I'm sorry."
"You shouldn't be apologizing to me," he points out, voice rough and cold. Fuck, he doesn't know what to do, how to solve this. There's no way to fix this. "But just for your own sake, I wouldn't go near her right now."
Kiko nods, understanding that as Jungkook turns around and leaves her standing in the room with her own pondering thoughts and most importantly, her guilt. When he joins the others he sees you hugging Jimin as Taehyung caresses your hair, glancing at Jungkook with pitiful eyes. It's not a good sight to any of your friends.
When you spot Jungkook, you frown and look around, without doubt searching for Kiko but she doesn't come back like you expect her to.
"It's her fault." you tell him as soon as he's close.
"It is." He doesn't protest.
"You should've let me slap the fuck out of her. I was trying to be decent with her, I was trying and what she did? She ruined my relationship." you spit, Jimin cooing at you but it doesn't seem to help so he glances at Jungkook and pleads with him to do something.
Jungkook doesn't know what that means. Did Haneul break up with you? Surely, he isn't that stupid to do so over this. As far as he knows, you wanted to tell him. You're not a liar.
"Easy there, there's no need for that. I know you're angry and hurt, what she did isn't right. It was a mistake."
"Are you defending her?" you bark, almost jumping at Jungkook who stares at you with doe eyes and Jimin grunts trying to hold you back. Taehyung grips your shoulder and whispers something to you which makes you stay in your place.
"No, I'm just saying." Jungkook says, raising his brows in a silent pity. He doesn't want to fight, he knows you're too vulnerable to hold a conversation without getting sad or angry.
"Then you better shut up." you spit at him, feeling a pang in your chest for acting like this towards him. You know you'll most likely regret it later.
"Okay, tell us love," Jimin says softly, "Where is Haneul?"
He definitely doesn't want to pry or hurt you more, but he feels like he should ask. He's nowhere near sight and they still don't know what exactly happened between you two.
"Upstairs," you sniffle, "He's going home. He doesn't want to stay here."
"Did he... did he break up with you?" Taehyung asks, causing Jimin and Jungkook to shoot him glare as he widens his eyes and shrugs, mouthing 'What?'.
"No," you murmur, "He said he's not but who knows what he'll do." you sniffle.
"It's too late, how the hell does he want to go home?" Jimin voices his thoughts, not liking the drama. It's clear Haneul acts upon his feelings right now, but he definitely should've thought about his decision properly even if it's just for his sake. He's just making a rushed decision, he should be more mature about this.
"He said he'll call one of his friends or he'll ask you." you tell him, voice shaken up before you look at Jimin.
Jimin had one shot and mainly played the game without drinking, wanting to go easy on himself before New Year's Eve because he knows he'll be drunk tomorrow. Two hangovers right after each other doesn't sound good. So he should be fine driving.
He offers you a pitiful gaze, wiping your tears before Jungkook approaches. You stare at him, more like glaring at him and he knows exactly why. None of this is his fault. But you're angry at his girlfriend and she's not present, so you naturally feel anger towards him too. It probably doesn't make sense, but that's what so many uncomfortable and sensitive emotions do to you.
As much as you love Jimin and Taehyung, and appreciate them staying close wanting to comfort you, Jungkook is someone you need close too. As if he could recognize the look you give him, he offers you a slight smile.
"Come here."
You don't hesitate, Jimin lets you go and you fall into Jungkook's arms immediately, crying into his chest. He leans his cheek on top of your head, silently shushing you as he rubs your back.
"It's gonna be okay." That's what he repeats to you and you're completely clueless to approaching the person, unless you hear him call out to Jimin.
You pull away from Jungkook, staring at Haneul who completely ignores you and looks at Jimin.
"Would you mind driving me to a train station? It should be like forty minutes from here." he asks, your heart scrunching at the lack of attention he gives you. Or more like he gives you none. He purposely doesn't look your way and it hurts.
Jimin turns around to glance at you, silently asking you with his eyes. He's definitely being put in an uncomfortable situation.
"It's okay, Jimin." you tell him silently, looking back at Haneul who finally spares you a glance.
Seeing Jungkook so close to you, you see the hurt and anger twisting on her features even though he's trying to appear strong and neutral in front of everyone. You know he probably feels awkward too, considering everyone is staring at him. At least they're kind enough not to glare at him.
Jimin nods, "Sure. Let me just get my keys and wallet."
Jimin offers you one last look, ready to go upstairs to grab his stuff before Haneul's definitive departure. You're no longer in Jungkook's arms, but you feel his presence behind you and something inside Haneul sparks at the sight of you two. He knows it's him being mad, hurt, upset and jealous. It's the way Jungkook stares him down as if he wants to beat the shit out of him for making you cry. It's bizarre.
And the anger even intensifies and alcohol does its own thing, before he can think he's already opening his mouth.
"So what? Did you fuck Jimin and Taehyung too?" he spits at you, looking at you almost with a disgust and new found anger.
Your mouth falls open and complete silence erupts in the room, even Jimin stops in his tracks to stare in disbelief at him. You're not the first one to react, you don't even know how you should react. You feel ashamed, embarrassed, hurt and angry that he talks to you in front of everyone. No, that he even has the audacity to talk to you like this.
However, Jungkook is the first one to react and you don't have the time to hold him back, not that you'd do much even if you had the time considering Jungkook's big size and strength, he's already lashing at Haneul.
It's happening in slow motion but then it's so quick that you barely realize what's happening.
Jungkook grabs Haneul by the collar of his sweatshirt and before you can yell at him to stop, he's already punching Haneul in his jaw. Haneul falls down, yelping in pain as you stay frozen in spot.
"Fuck!" Haneul yells and holds his left side of face in pain, glaring at Jungkook who's standing above him.
"If you ever talk to her like that ever again, it'll be more than just one punch." he warns him, speaking with a loud and stern voice as you gasp, rushing towards them.
You hold Jungkook's wrist causing him to glance down at you as you scowl at him.
"Jungkook, stop." you tell him, tugging him back in fear Haneul would say something in return and you just know Jungkook won't hesitate to actually punch him again.
Jungkook listens, walking to the middle of the room where Namjoon comes up to him and checks him while Jungkook just seems to be glaring at Haneul with dark eyes, not even glancing in Namjoon's way.
Maya joins you, approaching you carefully as she places her hand on your shoulder and offers you a soft smile.
Haneul stands up, not sparing anyone a glance as he grabs his suitcase and drags it outside of the cabin. Jimin looks at you and you give him a nod, knowing he's silently debating what he should do. He nods back, quickly going upstairs.
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Maya checks up with you, Taehyung standing right by your side and if you weren't so sad and shocked, you'd joke about him being your bodyguard. It really looks that way.
By the time you plainly answer Maya's worried questions, you see Jimin going down and getting out of the cabin too. This is it, you think. Haneul is not going to come back and who knows what will happen with your relationship. It hurts to even think about it, but you can't help it.
As you're pondering over Haneul, he's already sitting in Jimin's car as your friend sits into the car angrily and shuts the door. He gives Haneul a glare, not even sorry for his bruised cheek and jaw as he sees him cupping it.
"Ah shit, this hurts." he even complains when Jimin starts the engine and puts the car into drive.
"Just so you know, if it weren't for Y/N I would not drive you and I'd let you walk back to Seoul," Jimin tells him coldly. "And if you weren't bleeding already, I'd punch you too."
"I think Jungkook took care of that." Haneul comments sarcastically, causing Jimin to grip the steering wheel tighter. Would you be mad if he punched him too? On another note, he already looks like he's in huge pain.
"Jungkook may have taken care of that, but Jungkook isn't the only friend she has. She has me and Taehyung too. And Jungkook isn't the only one who'll punch you if we ever hear you talking to our friend like that." Jimin tells him through clenched teeth, trying his best to control himself.
Luckily, Haneul stays silent for the rest of the ride and doesn't give Jimin another reason to want to punch him.
When everyone checked on you, or more like gave you pitiful looks and smiles, you realized Jungkook is nowhere near sight. Namjoon tells you he went to the bathroom to take care of his hand, so you thank him and make your way upstairs.
Just like Namjoon has told you, Jungkook is in a bathroom, holding his hand in the sick under the cold water. Jungkook looks at you but he goes back staring at his hand.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, frowning when you turn off the water and hand him an ice pack. He grabs it, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub as you lean against the sink, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Why the hell would you punch him?" you ask, frowning but your tone remains calm.
Jungkook frowns, staring at you for a moment before he scoffs. "Did you not hear what he said? He should be glad I ended up punching him once."
You roll your eyes. "But look at you, your knuckles are cracked and your hand must hurt like hell. Was it really worth it?" you exclaim, pointing towards his hand that is now covered by the ice pack you've brought him.
"Actually yes, it was," he responds dryly, "And I'd do it again."
You sigh, turning around and rummaging through cabinets when you finally find the first aid kid. You motion for him to move the ice pack away, checking his hand to see it's not as awful as you thought. Still, some of his skin is cracked and probably bled too. Jungkook has already cleaned it, so you pull out a tube of antibiotic ointment and apply a thin layer on his skin.
He doesn't gasp or wince when your fingertips touch his knuckles, but sits there with a scowl and slightly pouted lips as a scolded kid. You keep glancing at him every now and then, noticing he's deeply in thoughts barely feeling your hands treating his wound.
"You should probably put a bandage over it," you advise, but Jungkook just waves you off causing you to frown before you sigh. "Fine, do whatever you want." you grumble, putting the first aid kid back after placing the stuff from there in their place.
You turn around, quickly walking out of the room when you feel tears pricking your eyes again. You burst into tears as soon as you make it to your room, noticing there's no Haneul's stuff around and the room suddenly looks and feels empty. You haven't been dating for too long, but it still hurts knowing he decided to leave. And the fact he did just a day before New Year's Eve. You imagined celebrating New Year differently, with him by your side. Now you're not in the mood to even celebrate something. You just want to lock yourself in this room and not get out.
Or maybe you should head back to Seoul too. What are you going to do here? Everyone wants to have fun and celebrate tomorrow, you'll be just ruining it.
You sit on the bed, glancing at Haneul's side of the bed and that's when the door from your bedroom opens. Jimin and Taehyung stand there, pausing before they find you on the bed and look at you with a saddened gaze.
"Oh, sweetie," Taehyung calls out, the two of them immediately rushing towards you after closing the door. They join you in the bed, hugging you immediately. "You're not alone, you know that right?" he mumbles to your hair as you cuddle up to Taehyung and sniffle into his shirt.
You muster to nod weakly, feeling Jimin's hand caressing your back comfortingly.
"I-is he gone?" you ask, glancing at Jimin who smiles sadly and gives you a nod.
"I don't know if it helps, but he looked like he was in a lot of pain."
"Of course, he was. Have you seen Jungkook? It was like a movie. The hell, he punched him like a professional boxer and was right in front of him like a flash, he moved so fast. There's no doubt he's in pain, look how strong Jungkook is and he knows how to fight. And have you seen his muscles?"
Jimin stares dumbfoundedly at his friend, shaking his head at him. "Tae, now is not the right time."
Taehyung shrugs, pursing his lips a little. But then the two men are surprised when they hear you let out a small giggle caused by Taehyung's excited tone and him rumbling. He always says the most random thing, even things that might be considered as inappropriate.
The two of them laugh, trying to cheer you up but you just tell them to shut up. They do.
The door opens and Jungkook appears there, gently closing it as he waits for you to look at him.
"We were just talking about you." Taehyung speaks up, beating up the silence first.
"Yeah? What were you talking about me?" Jungkook asks, voice neutral as he keeps his eyes solely on you.
"What a great puncher you are. Holy shit man, you're like a professional. That was so cool!" Taehyung can't hide his excitement and admiration he has for Jungkook anymore, causing you and Jimin to look at him with narrowed eyes.
"Taehyung," Jimin calls out to him lightly, causing the younger one to look at him with a boxy smile. "Shut up. Not the right time." he snaps, causing his smile to drop as he pouts again.
Jungkook slowly makes his way towards your bed, his own features twisted in worry and sadness at the sight of you.
"I'm sorry if me punching him wasn't the right decision." Jungkook says, sounding somehow plainly but gently at the same time. Even, you know it's difficult for him to say this, knowing Jungkook doesn't regret doing it in the first place.
"The hell dude? Why are you apologizing? He deserved it!"
"Oh my god, seriously shut up!" Jimin exclaims in irritation at Taehyung, causing him to sulk back but he still glares at his friend for scolding him.
You giggle, causing the three men to look at you almost surprisingly before a smile makes a way on each of their lips. You can't help it. You're still hurting but it's amusing to see your friends in their natural habitat. It makes you feel like at least one thing hasn't changed.
"What's done is done," you tell Jungkook, "I don't want to think about it right now."
He offers you a nod, respecting that completely. You lay in the bed, your three friends joining you as they sandwich you between them. Taehyung and Jimin decide to stay in your room for the night, ignoring your protests of them not having to do that. The bed is big enough, but you know it'll most likely get uncomfortable during your sleep when everyone starts moving around.
Jungkook goes back to his room, leaving just when he notices everyone is getting tired. After he takes a shower, he goes straight to bed thinking Kiko is already sleeping. Just as he lays down, she turns to him fully awake.
"I'm sorry," she apologizes silently again, "I wish I could turn back time."
"Well, you can't," Jungkook barks, sighing when he realizes the tone of his voice. "Just... go back to sleep." he tells her more softly as she turns around from him knowing it's better to stay quiet.
He feels bad for snapping at her but he also feels annoyed at her because she had no right to interfere into your relationship and privacy. So he stares at the ceiling until he has an inner battle with his sleep, eyes fluttering shut before he falls asleep.
On the opposite side of the hallway, you're fully awake staring at the ceiling while hearing soft puffs and light snores from Jimin and Taehyung. Taehyung has his entire leg wrapped around your body, cuddling up to you as Jimin is turned around to you with his back.
Just the memories of what happened today are too painful and you feel like you're torturing yourself by thinking about the good time you spent here before it all went downhill. You feel betrayed by Kiko. You tried your best to respect her and this is what she does to you? Is this some kind of revenge? She looked sorry but you don't trust her. Just the thought of her makes your blood boil, you can't help it. You've never felt like you want to physically hurt her, you're not the type to do that.
You were just so mad and controlled by the anger and hurt, that you've no idea what would've happened if Jungkook didn't catch you in time and keep you in place. Your heart and head throbs at the same time, and you're trying your best not to cry again. But you no longer feel weak, you get this sudden shoot of anger and energy inside you, wanting to hurt Kiko just like she hurt you.
How does she always end up being the good one? Not only she messed with Jungkook, she messed with you and maybe ruined your relationship with her big mouth.
And you won't let it slide. No, you won't do that again. Not even for Jungkook's sake.
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Cabin Fever
𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟯.𝟭𝗸+
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝘂𝗯 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗻𝘃, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗣 𝗨𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝟰 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗬!)
𝗢𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁: 𝗩𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱
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𝗔/𝗡: 𝗚𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗜’𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜’𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!
𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛! 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧!
Going to Lydia’s cabin over spring break was by far your favorite thing about break. It was a tradition you all started sophomore year. As soon as you guys could drive, it was cabin every spring; and it was always a blast. Lydia’s cabin was gorgeous, and huge! It wouldn’t be dramatic to say there were like 10 bedrooms in that thing. It was massive, complete with a pool, hot-tub, and of course the lake that the backyard deck overlooked.
It was about 6 pm by the time you and your friends arrived. You and Stiles rode in your car, which was quite the hassle. Stiles doesn’t like to leave Roscoe unattended for so long. However, he couldn’t fight the fact that your car was newer (a lot newer) and therefore more reliable to go the 3 hour drive down to the cabin. So, Stiles drove your car. You two pulled up to the cabin and parked behind Scott and Allison in the roundabout driveway; Lydia and Kira in front of them, and Malia and Isaac behind you.
“Finally!” You groan, unbuckling and opening the door to climb out. Stiles does the same and you both stretch after being cooped up for 3 hours. The others park and get out of their cars, grabbing their bags and making their way toward the front door to the cabin.
“Y’all ready to do this?!” Scott tells from the porch, bags in his hands. Your friends woop in unison. “Every year, baby!” Stiles shouts back, grabbing his totes bags. You grab yours and follow your friends inside.
Once inside, everyone disperses, chit chatting while deciding which rooms they’re picking, how long the drive was, how excited they are, etc. You leave Stiles to chat with Scott as you catch up to Lydia and Kira to chat with them as they walk to their room for the week. Allison trots up to you girls, leaving Scott with the boys and Malia.
“So I see you three survived the drive.” You say to them as you three enter Lydia and Kira’s bedroom and they drop their bags to the floor. “Barely, Kira slept the whole time, I was practically asleep at the wheel!” Lydia counters, Kira giggling. “Hey I was catching up on some zzzs for the party we’re having tonight.” Kira replies. “Exactly! I’ve been dreaming about this trip for weeks, I’m dying to party! Allison says excitedly. “I wouldn’t call it a party, Allison.” Lydia says, “I would! You don’t need the whole school to throw a party. All you need is some alcohol, some music—“ “And me.” Lydia interrupts, flipping her hair and giggling.
“So, what’s the deal with you and Stiles this year, things are different.” Allison asks, nudging my shoulder with here. Though this is our third year as a friend group coming down to the cabin, this is the first that me and Stiles are attending as an item. “I don’t think it’ll feel any different than how we are at home. I mean, it’s not like we don’t have sleepovers or party together in Beacon Hills. Why would this be any different?” You say. “Becauseeee it’s a romantic getaway, with a side of friends and fun of course!” Kira interjects.
You scoff at her, playfully rolling your eyes in response. “Oh come onnnnn Y/N, this is the perfect time to make a real sexy move on him.” Lydia chirps in. “Oh please, being sexy is definitely not my thing. That charm doesn’t come that easily for me as it does you, Lyd.” You answer, and Allison giggles, but nonetheless agreeing with you. “I don’t believe that for a second. I know for a fact that Stiles has said how sexy you are just about a million times.” Lydia interjects, and you laugh. “Well yeah, of course he thinks I am, but that doesn’t mean that I think I am.” How did we even get to this topic? “Why don’t we drop this subject, we gotta get ready and pregame.” You say, changing the subject. “Yeah, and God knows you and Lyds need 3-4 business days to get ready.” Allison says, and the four of you laugh.
You leave the girls to unpack and make your way down the hallways to the room that you and Stiles usually stay in. Though this is your first cabin trip as a couple, you two have shared this room since the beginning. You pad into the room to see Stiles already unpacking his clothes and stuffing them into drawers.
“Hey babe, you can have the closet.” He says, glancing over to you briefly while putting his things away. “Thank God, I did not wanna have to play you in rock, paper, scissors.” You say, plopping your bags down on the bed to begin emptying them. “Why, because you always lose?” Stiles asks. “No, because you always cheat.” You reply, and he laughs. “You can’t cheat in rock paper scissors Y/N.” He says. “That’s what a cheater would say.”
“So what’s your plan tonight. What’s this I hear about a girls only pregame?” Stiles asks, baffled at such a thing. “We want to do our makeup and gossip before the bonfire tonight, so we’re just gonna pregame just cuz.” You reply, getting out your makeup bag.
“Why do you guys want to do makeup? We’re not even going anywhere?” Stiles asks, no grasp on the concept. “Stiles, we don’t have to be doing anything special to do our makeup. It’s just something to do for fun, make us feel pretty.” You roll your eyes playfully.
“Well I think you’re pretty all the time.” He says, still finishing up unpacking, but you stop in your tracks.
“Awe, Stilesssss.” You drawl, and he turns to you. “You know what? Nope, no I take it back!” He tries to escape your advances but he’s too late, you’re already wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses. “You’re so adorable.” You say, placing one final kiss on his lips. “I know, it’s part of my charm.” He smirks, and you roll your eyes, turning to finish unpacking.
After settling into your room, you begin to search for your outfit tonight. You all plan on having your fun out on the deck in the backyard that overlooks the lake. And of course, taking advantage of that pool and hot-tub. You pull out one of your bikinis, your chosen outfit, and your makeup bag before walking over to Stiles, who now sat on the bed on his phone. He looks up at you as you approach, and you give him a peck. “I’m getting ready in Lydia and Kira’s room, I’ll see you out there, stud.” You say, and Stiles laughs with an “Okay, have fun,” before you exit.
Cut to you, Allison, Lydia, Malia, and Kira all getting ready for the night. You sit on the floor doing your makeup, Lydia curling her hair in the connected bathroom, Allison and Malia debating outfits, and Kira getting shots ready for the pregame. It’s nice to spend some girls time together without it being supernatural for once.
“So, you and Stiles, huh? Any spicy plans?” Kira asks from beside you. “Why must you guys always insist that me and Stiles fuck every time we’re here?” You ask, recalling many instances through out the years that the girls have tried to hook you up with Stiles. “Because now that you two are finally exclusive, we actually have a reason to expect some devising.” Lydia yells out from the connected bathroom.
“Oh come on, Y/N, haven’t you at least thought about tonight?” Allison asks, settling on some black jean shorts and a gray tank top. “I mean yeah, sure, but I really don’t see the point in day dreaming. You guys act like me and Stiles have never fucked.” You argue.
You finish your makeup and grab your dark green bikini. “Did you at least bring a super sexy bikini to send him overboard.” Lydia asks, strutting out of the bathroom in her scrunchy red two piece. Malia whistles at her and the rest of you laugh. “Lydia, I brought the same bathing suit I wear every year.” You reply, holding up the dark green fabric. Lydia gasps, snatching it out of your grasp. “Y/N you are NOT wearing this. That is practically social suicide. Are you trying to put his dick to sleep?! Not to worry, I have just the thing for you.”
You sit down on the bed by Allison, “Lyds, seriously, that green one is fine.” Malia laughs, “No offense, Y/N, but if I had a dick, it would definitely be soft if you wore that thing.” You just groan in defeat. Lydia grabs a new bikini for you from the bathroom and holds it up for all the girls to see. Everyone whistles and woops but you can’t help but be silent in shock. “Lydia how am I supposed to even fit in that! There’s barely anything covering the top.” You laugh. taking it into your hands. “That’s the whole point, babes. Now let’s hurry up and get this party started!” She says, and as if on cue, you all eek with excitement.
Next thing you know, you’ve got the perfect buzz. You and Allison are the last ones to make it to the back deck. You’re wearing your beat up shoes, some blue jean shorts, and the bikini top, bottoms underneath the shorts. You and Allison step outside to see the boys and Kira already in the pool playing with a volleyball. You two join the girls by the side of the pool and you dig through the cooler for a drink. “Who’s winning?” You ask as you watch Scott and Isaac team up against Kira and Stiles. Malia laughs, “Not sure, can’t keep track over Scott and Stiles’ shit talk.”
You, Allison, Lydia, and Malia talk and drink by the poolside while you guys watch Stiles and Kira get destroyed by Scott and Isaac. The music plays loudly as you turn your head away from the intense volleyball game, “I don’t know about you guys but I’m getting in.” You say, finally past the point from buzzed to tipsy. You stand up, and the girls follow your actions. You take your shoes off and pull your shorts down. And as if almost immediately, Stiles’ eyes are on you. His mouth is practically hanging open at the sight.
You and the girls jump into the pool, screaming from the slightly cool water. You swim up for air and you’re met with Stiles. It seems as if the volleyball game has come to a halt. “About time you joined me.” He says, hands on your waist. You slide your hands up his chest to wrap your arms around his neck. You giggle, “What, you miss me?” He smiles, leaning his head down a little, “Always.” He replies, dipping his head down to envelope your lips with his own.
You two have seemingly forgotten all about the volleyball game until you hear Lydia quip, “Get a room or get your heads in the game!” She shouts, causing you to finally separate from Stiles.
After some volleyball, marco polo, and some racing, you all decide to gather around the fire pit on the deck for a drunk game of Never Have I Ever.
You sit on the deck floor with Malia and Kira, not enough chairs to go around, not you you three minded. “Okay okay, my turn, my turn.” Allison slurs excitedly, “Never have I ever had sex at school.” She says, and everyone looks around as Lydia drops a finger, as well as Stiles and yourself.
“No way!” Kira exclaims to you, Scott and Stiles sharing a high five. “I expected Lydia, but you Y/N?! Who are you and what’ve you done with my best friend?!” Kira yells, Allison crying from laughter. “I knew it!” Alli yells.
“Okay okay, enough!” You laugh, “I’ll go, I’ll go! Never Have I Ever gotten caught by my parents.” You say, watching as Allison and Scott drop a finger, as well as Stiles’. “Hey you’ve been caught, drop it.” Stiles points, and you hold up your hands, “Hey we got caught by your dad, not my parents. Doesn’t count.” You argue, and Stiles laughs.
After a long night of games and talking by the fire, everyone slowly retreats to their rooms for the night. All except you and Stiles, who now sit by the fire alone.
“You ready to head in?” Stiles asks, standing up from his seat, finishing the beer in his hand. You stand up as well, and Stiles is under the impression that you’re about to walk inside til you start to undo your shorts buttons. “No way, I wanna test out the hot tub.” You say, sliding your shorts down your silky legs agonizingly slow, practically teasing Stiles.
At first Stiles isn’t convinced to join, “Babe, it’s getting late. We have a whole week to test out the hot tub.” He says, watching in defeat as you walk over and sip a foot into the steaming tub. You step in and make yourself comfortable, eyeing him from afar.
“Oh come on, Stilinski. You really gonna tell me no?” You poke at him, and he shakes his head before walking over and jointing you in the hot tub.
As soon as he sits down beside you though, you’re already standing up in the tub to move and sit in his lap. Stiles is a little take back by your forward actions, but is in no place to complain. You straddle his lap, arms sliding up to grasp his shoulders.
“You’ve fallen into my trap.” You slur, clearly more drunk thank Stiles. Stiles looks at you with hooded eyes, hands moving to splay along your thighs, lightly squeezing whenever he felt necessary. “Well what’re you gonna do now that you’ve lured me in here.” He asks you, his voice low and husky.
You don’t answer, instead dipping your head to connect your lips with his. His large hands wander all over your body, two handfuls of you will never be enough.
You grind into his lap, earning moans of his that slip into your mouth. His mouth peels away from yours to attack your throat, “Stiles,” You let out breathlessly, “no hickeys.” You say, and Stiles hums in response.
Stiles trails his lips from your neck down to you chest, methodically placing wet kisses between the valley of your breasts. Your hands move to tug at his wet, brown locks. Stiles’ hand wisps to your back and up to your neck, pulling the string that holds the two triangles of fabric up.
Stiles pulls the string, watching as your bikini top flips down to reveal yourself to him. Stiles moves your long hair from your shoulders, flipping it behind your back so he can view you in all your glory.
He envelopes a nipple into his mouth without warning, swirling his tongue as he does so. He’s got a free hand groping your other, your nimble fingers yanking at the hair at the base of his head.
You’re grinding down into him hard, and you can feel his boner pressing deliciously between your two swim bottoms.
“Stiles, I need—“ Stiles cuts you off with a searing kiss to the lips, “I know what you need, baby.” He answers, his hand moving down between you two.
Your breaths are harsh and shallow with anticipation as his long fingers move your bottoms to the side, swiping his middle finger through your wet folds agonizingly slow. You moan out, arching into his touch.
Stiles dips his finger into your heat, giving you a few pumps before adding another. You drop your head to his shoulder, your moans right in his ear. But soon enough, his fingers aren’t enough. You need more.
“Stiles, please.” You plead, your hands reaching for the waistband of his swim trunks. “What is it baby, what do you want?” He asks you, taunting you. You grind down on his fingers, “Please, fuck me, Sti.” You beg, and he smirks, hearing exactly what he wanted.
Stiles then pulls his fingers from your heat, and you’re about to dip your hand into his trunks when he stops you. He moves you from his lap to stand in the waist-deep water. You’re not entirely sure what he’s doing until he pushes you towards the edge of the hot tub. He places his hands on your back, pushing you down til your hands grip the edge of the hot tub.
Stiles’ hands leave your body, pulling his trunks down to release his aching erection. Then he’s lining himself up with your entrance, teasing you at first with only the tip. You’re about to whine out for more when his hands find your shoulders, aggressively pushing your front down onto the edge of the hot tub.
Stiles starts to ram into you relentlessly, gripping your shoulders tight as you throw your head back in pleasure.
“Fuck, yeah you like that? This what you wanted, baby?” He dirty talks you from behind, your mouth agape as you let out the most delicious sounds.
“Oh Stiles, yes, yes, you fuck me so good.” You tell him, his cock kissing that special spot inside you with every thrust. Stiles snakes a hand down to where you two meet, his fingers moving to abuse your swollen clit.
It’s not much longer before you’re a complete moaning mess beneath him, your release quickly approaching. “Stiles, I’m close.” You warn him, and he speeds up his pace a bit, chasing his high. His fingers work in circles on your clit until you’re shaking under his hold, orgasm swallowing you whole.
You’re squirming beneath him as he abuses your cunt, riding out your high and his approaches. “Oh fuck, Stiles! Cum in me, please Sti.” You moan, your hands gripping the edge of the hot tub.
Stiles doesn’t need to be told twice. He plows you from behind, hips slapping against you til he’s hunching over you, moaning into your ear as he spills himself into you. “Awe, fuck.”
After a moment, he slows his thrusts before slowly slipping out of your heat. You turn to finally face Stiles, completely fucked out. He yanks his trunks back up and you re-tie your bikini top.
Stiles grabs you by the waist to pull you into his arms, “We should definitely do that again. Soon. Very soon.” He says, placing a kiss to your swollen lips. You agree with him, “Let’s go inside before someone realizes we’ve been out here alone this whole time.” You suggest, and Stiles releases you from his hold and you two step out of the hot tub together.
You saunter in front of him, your ass providing the perfect view for your boyfriend. “Round two upstairs?” Ask as you approach the door inside, Stiles behind you. “All day.” He replies. He watches as you skip your way inside, taking his time strolling behind you.
“I’m so winning this bet with Scott.”
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Nightmare of a Roommate
Requested: Nope
Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader
Word count: 3k
Summary: When you are forced to share an apartment with the notorious Bagman, life seems to be harder than it should be. But what difference does a few weeks together make?
Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of death, the usual fluff
A/N: Two posts in one week?! I had this idea come to me today and knew I needed to get it out! I love to hear all your thoughts and comments! As always, my inbox is open to you!
Part 2
Top Gun was currently redoing their dorms which meant the group of aviators who were called back were placed in apartments close to the base. Normally it wouldn’t have been a huge deal, but the number of vacant units caused a slight issue. Everyone had to pair up. The higher ups figured the best way to do it was for everyone to draw a number that way no one can complain about how it was done. Or at least not blame them for who their roommate would be for the next few weeks.
You each took a turn drawing a paper out of the hat and you pulled out the number 4. You smiled to yourself because that number had been your lucky number for as long as you could remember.
That was until a southern voice called out, “Which lucky person got the other number 4?”
You cringed at the question and Natasha looked over your shoulder in curiosity. “Oh god. Hey Bagman, what kind of flowers do you want at your funeral?”
You smirked at the question and his answer almost made you laugh. “Is that the kind of question you ask guys? No wonder you’re still single.”
Her laugh told you she found the whole situation entertaining. “Might want to get your affairs in order. I don’t see you lasting more than a week with Y/N.”
His head whipped over to you and a slow smirk appeared on his face much to your annoyance.
“Wipe that look off your face before I do it for you.” He chuckled and held up his hands in mock surrender.
“I’ll make sure to keep my door locked at night.” He gave you a wink and turned back to Coyote.
You couldn’t help but shake your head at what just happened. Of all the people here, you just had to be paired up with the teenager on steroids.
Natasha came and put an arm around your shoulder. “If it gets too bad, we can set up something in my room.”
You gave her a weak smile, “Thanks, but I think I can manage a few weeks with him. If something changes, like needing help to bury a body, you’ll be my first call.”
She snorted in response, “I already know a good spot to hide him.”
A voice behind you both made you jump. “The two of you are scary.” Bradley had a concerned look on his face, but Natasha waved him off. “Don’t get on our bad side, Bradshaw and you’ll be fine.”
Day one and you already wanted to strangle the man. You knew everyone had their own quirks when it came to their routine, but his were borderline insufferable.
It started out with only having one bathroom. If the Navy taught you anything, it was how to be quick about your personal time. Your showers were under five minutes, and you were courteous enough to do your hair in your room. The only issue was, you forgot to brush your teeth while you were in the bathroom. Something you planned on quickly doing when the blonde was done with his shower.
A few minutes of waiting turned into nearly half an hour, and you had to leave for base if you didn’t want to be late. What the hell he was doing in there you had no idea, but you couldn’t wait any longer. You mumbled “asshole” and walked out of the apartment to your car, making a mental note to move your toothbrush later.
The group of you were ushered into the hanger, getting ready to listen to the plan for the day. A tap on your shoulder had you turning around to see your roommate from hell holing out some gum.
“Thought you might need it.” You narrowed your eyes at him and shook your head.
“I knew it took a lot of hair product for your hair to be the way it is, but thirty minutes to get ready seems like a waste of time. Clearly it didn’t do you any favors.” You turned back around before you could see his reaction, but the muffled laughs around you had you smirking.
End of week one and the two of you were getting into a small routine, being able to work around each other. He realized very quickly not to talk to you first thing in the morning. Getting a breakfast burrito thrown at him was not something he wanted to make a regular occurrence, so he kept his distance until you had a cup of coffee in you.
That morning though, he came in from a run just as you were waking up. Seeing the sand come off his shoes into the kitchen had you taking deep breaths to keep your cool. You had to admit, seeing him shirtless was a sight to be had, but it still wasn’t good enough to mask his intolerable personality.
“I don’t understand why you have to go for a run every morning.” Not only did it bring in the sand, but the smell of sweat wasn’t also something you particularly enjoyed.
“I’m flattered that you think these good looks are all natural, but sadly I do have to work out.” It took your brain a few seconds to process what he had said, and you opened your mouth to try and come up with what you meant.
“That’s not-no. I meant-you know what, whatever.” His laugh was what you heard as you retreated to the bathroom, and you knew the best way to get back at him. You took your five-minute shower and then kept the hot water running full blast as you finished getting ready in the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, you walked out ready for the day and gave Hangman a smile as you passed him in the kitchen. He gave you a questioning look, but eventually went to go take his shower.
You were about to walk out to your car when you heard a shout, “God dammit!” A smile was plastered on your face for the rest of the day.
Hangman stopped you in the hall at Top Gun and asked why you used all the hot water. “You seemed to get all hot and bothered talking about yourself this morning that I figured you needed a cold shower to calm down.” He stood there looking like he was pissed off with what you said, but the stupid smirk appeared. “Good thing I love a cold shower. It’s better for my hair.” And walked off.
Things changed in week two. Training had gotten intense and the stress of everything was starting to show with everyone. Coyote ended up in G-LOC and Natasha and Bob had to eject after a bird strike. Things like that had old memories surfacing and you could only hide so much. Your teammates had no idea you were struggling to keep it together, but Hangman saw right through your act. He just didn’t know how to approach the subject without pissing you off.
It was three in the morning and a nightmare had woken you up. Knowing that if you closed your eyes, it would just replay again. So, you made the decision to get up and watch tv. You kept the volume down low to not wake up your roommate, but you didn’t know he woke up during your nightmare.
With thin walls, Hangman could hear everything that went on in your room. He knew when you finally went to sleep at night or when you decided a light workout at midnight was a great idea. But this night, he heard a pained whimper and the constant tossing and turning coming from your bed. It didn’t take long after for the footsteps to follow and the opening and closing of your door. What surprised him though, was the tv turning on in the living room at three in the morning.
He knew you had problems getting to sleep or staying asleep. But most of the time you at least attempted to get a few hours in before getting up. Tonight, was a red flag for him and he knew he couldn’t stay silent anymore. No matter how much you hated him, he couldn’t let you keep going the way you were. Eventually the lack of sleep is going to catch up and he knew it would be while you were in the air.
Your ears perked up when you heard a door open. A few seconds later, Hangman came walking into the living room and sat on the couch across from you. This was the first time either of you interacted with each other this late at night and you could feel the uneasiness coming off of him. A glance over to him showed he was lost in thought, looking at the ground in front of him.
“What are you doing up?” His eyes lifted towards you at the question, and you waited for him to answer.
“I could ask you the same thing. Last I checked, there was nothing good on at 3 in the morning.” Your eyes squinted at his response, and you tried to figure out his play.
“I don’t see why my sleeping habits are of concern to you.” Your answer seemed to deflate him a bit. Almost like he was disappointed in what you said. But again, you didn’t understand why.
“Look, Y/N. I know you haven’t been sleeping and recently you haven’t been yourself. The others don’t see it because you do a pretty damn good job of putting on an act, but I do. Is it something I’ve done? Because if that’s the case, I’ll go bunk with someone else. I don’t need you getting hurt out there because me.”
His words hit you harder than you wanted to admit. You tried to figure out how he came to that conclusion and thought back to this last week. You were closed off, the jokes you made towards him had all but vanished, and you mainly kept to your room. But it wasn’t because of him. It was easier to hide away than explain to someone what was going on.
“It’s not that. Work has been stressful, and I have my own way of dealing with it.” It wasn’t a lie, but it was a very watered-down version of the truth.
“And the nightmares?” You winced at that question. Here you thought you had been doing a good job of hiding things, but the blonde in front of you was too observant for his own good.
“Why does it matter? In a week we won’t be roommates anymore and everything will go back to the way it was.” In a last-ditch attempt of avoiding the real issue, pushing him away seemed like the best option. Until he said what he did.
“Because I know what it’s like to be a prisoner in your own head. To feel like the world around you is moving too fast for you to keep up. And while I may not be your biggest fan, I wouldn’t wish that kind of internal struggle on anyone.” You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. The ever so cocky pilot wasn’t here tonight, and you found yourself struggling to keep your composure. It was easier to put up a front when he was the worst version of himself. But this was different.
“How about tonight we pretend like we don’t have a million differences with each other. You can say anything, and I won’t judge or even bring it up in the morning. But something is wrong, and you need to talk about it. And what better person to do it with than someone who doesn’t know you that well?”
He was right. If you confided in one of your close friends, like Natasha, you knew it was something she would remember for a long time. While she may not judge, the pity looks were just as bad. Hangman was a near stranger when it came to personal information. The two of you only knew each other on a surface level, never trying to push boundaries.
“Last year there was an accident. A friend and I were on a routine flight when a bird strike hit. Both of our planes caught fire and I ejected without a problem. Her lever was stuck, and she ended up crashing her plane into a mountain. This last week just opened old wounds and it’s like my mind is stuck in the past. I’m either too worked up to fall asleep or a nightmare wakes me up. Every time I close my eyes, that day keeps playing on a loop and I guess I just thought it would eventually stop.”
You knew the memory would never quite leave you alone, but you hoped things would at least get easier. But seeing Natasha’s plane crash was too close to the original memory.
“Can I make a suggestion and you not get mad?” It was a loaded question, but your desperation for some sort of help pushed you to nod your head.
“Sometimes having someone near you when you go to sleep can help. It’s almost like a sense of safety that you can sleep, and the other person will have your back. I’d rather you be pissed off next to me while you get a few hours of sleep than have to stand next to your casket because you couldn’t think clearly in the sky.”
His words were brutally honest, and you couldn’t tell if you were thankful or not for it. To have someone not tip toe around your feelings was almost refreshing, but why did it have to be Jake Seresin of all people?
The last two weeks have been nothing but a challenge living together. You were two very different people forced to coexist and now he was talking about you sleeping in his bed. The boundaries you had made very early on were about to be crossed and that’s what you were struggling the most with.
“It will change things.” Was your response to his suggestion. But a quick shake of his head and you knew it was a weak argument.
“Nothing changes. You need a source of safety and I’m willing to provide it. I know you may not think I’m a team player, but when it really counts, I’ll have your back no matter what.” You searched him for any signs of misleading, but the only thing you saw was a genuine concern.
“Okay. But only for tonight.” He gave you a small smile, one you had never seen before. The smirk you had come to hate was nowhere to be seen and you were starting to wonder how much of a front he puts up. Because then man that was currently offering his bed to help you sleep, was not the man you thought existed.
You awkwardly crawled into his bed and turned with your back to him, facing the wall. You felt the bed dip, and the warmth behind you told you he wasn’t far. To your surprise, his hands stayed to himself, and he was a respectable distance from you. But the sound of his even breaths mixed in with the smell of him had you slowly drifting off to sleep.
A few days had passed, and Jake was honoring what he had said that night. Nothing was ever brought up and the two of you went back to how things were. But things seemed easier now. The dancing around each other in the morning was seamless and you found his presence to be comforting rather than an annoyance. Things moved forward and for once you felt like you were keeping up.
That night came at you like a fright train. You had gone the last few nights without a nightmare and only a few wakeups. But the hope of moving forward was quickly crushed when you woke up out of breath and tears streaming down your face.
It almost scared you how much you didn’t think about what you did next. You walked out of your room and knocked on the bedroom door next to yours. Jake answered the door in sweatpants and his hair in a million different direction. Clearly, he had just been woken up. But he very quickly was on alert as he took in your tear stained face and shaking hands.
“I-I’m sorry. I woke up and just came here. I didn’t mean to wake you. I-“ He cut you as he wiped a few tears away.
“Come here, sweetheart.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. One hand was rubbing the back of your head and you started to sob against him. All the hurt and pain you had been keeping in, finally escaped. You both stood like that for a few minutes, him letting you calm down some before he let go.
“Stay in here tonight. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He wiped the tears away and gently grabbed your hand, leading you over to his bed. This time was different. This time you weren’t the levelheaded pilot who knew to keep walls up around others. No, this time you were a broken girl desperate for comfort. Which is why you curled yourself up next to him, allowing him to wrap an arm around you to pull you closer.
“Get some sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed the top of your head and lazily drew circles on your back.
A few weeks ago, you hated the fact you were stuck with him for the next few weeks. But now, you had no idea how you were going to let him go.
A/N: Thank you so so much for reading!!! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it!
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"A very long thread: To the League fans, We found out this news along with you on Friday. I see the pain and anger and worry out there, which for the LGBTQIA+ fans of the show is of course compounded by what’s happening across the country right now. #ALeagueOfTheirOwn
So the first and most important thing to say is: Before anything, before you fight for the show or each other, please take care of yourselves. Reach out to your community and ask for help if you need it. You aren’t alone. Please be kind to yourselves.
As I’ve been thinking about what’s happened, I come back to a quote from Penny Marshall’s film: “The hard is what makes it great.” Making this show is so hard and so great. There’s quite a bit to say about what’s been hard, but at this point that’s in the past.
Of course, if we have an avenue to do it well, we will continue the show, and I love seeing the noise you’re making in support of that. The noise matters!
And it’s hard for me to imagine there wouldn’t be a home for a show that thanks to you was in the Nielsen Top 10 for three weeks, was the top show on Amazon for a month and in the top five for six, that was recognized by critics as something special, that’s been recognized…
…with awards from GLAAD, HRC and a million other organizations, that was on a million year-end top ten lists, and that has a built in and deeply passionate audience.
Amazon is pursuing different kinds of programming, but to the rest of the world this show is a hit and has huge value and even greater potential. But first things first, we have to win this strike and get a fair deal before we can explore what comes next.
But for a moment, I want to talk about what happens if the world didn’t quite change quickly enough for you to have all the seasons of this show that we want to give you.
If we don’t find a good path forward, I will still know that League did what it came here to do and, in its own small way, changed the world.
And that’s because of all of you, and the light you continue to shine on the show — How you let it matter to you, how you let it become a mirror, how you let it change you.
I’ve never experienced a response to a show that’s as deep, personal, creative and meaningful as what the fans have done with League. When we were making the season 1, we all wondered and worried about whether people would accept it on its own terms next to the film.
They have, and you did that, and so much more. You lit up the internet on your first watch throughs of the show, when you realized where it was going (and made all of us laugh in the process).
You wrote enough fan fiction for 100 novels and created an outpouring of art and creativity that could fill its own museum — I’ve truly never seen anything like it.
You lifted up a 95 year old who had just come out of the closet and made her into a celebrity who gets recognized wherever she goes. Every time any member of the cast appears at anything, you turn it into a convention.
You stop Abbi wherever she goes, and though I’m a happily inconspicuous person, and you constantly find me and stop me and give me gifts that now have a shelf in my house.
When thousands of you appeared to see D’Arcy at the stage door of The Thanksgiving Play over its run, you turned it into the hottest queer bar in New York. You made Max’s suit and Chante’s beautiful performance into a movement.
A mob of you went to Pittsburgh and saw all of our locations. You dressed as the characters and made our characters into one of the biggest halloween costumes of last year.
You came out, you changed pronouns, you started living more openly, you gave sermons in church about the show, you opened bars, and you got a truly mind boggling number of tattoos that say “to the five” and “rob the bank.” What else am I forgetting? I'm sure you'll remind me.
But most importantly, you made a community, you found each other and found joy, which of course is what the show is about. In many more ways than I would ever have let myself imagine while we were making it, you literally bring the show to life every day.
Thank you for making our work mean something bigger. We’ve heard from so many different kinds of people around the world who are watching League.
But, in a time when all queer people are personally and politically under attack across the country and HRC has declared a “state of emergency,” my biggest fear is that the many queer fans of League will take this reversal as one more invalidation, one more blow, one more…
…effect of the general politicization of our identities. Most of us grew up feeling invisible, and as we gain strength, the predictable backlash forces are trying their hardest to get us to go back underground.
In case anyone needs to hear it: You are not small, niche, modest, off-putting or marginal, and neither are your stories. You are multitudes, you are building, and your stories are universal. You are the most rapidly growing audience and consumer group in this country.
You are powerful. You are the future, and the people who don’t recognize your importance now will feel be clamoring to catch up in a few years. As Chante said so beautifully when we received the Human Right Campaign Visionary award, you are the main characters. Be proud.
Be angry if you that’s how you feel, but know that we are going to win, and don’t ever let this moment or any other make you small. The biggest lesson of the characters in this show is that, in a world that had no space for them at all, they LIVED. (Continued)
They found love, they did the things they loved, they won. You’re doing the same thing, and just like them, you are heroes. We are still fighting for League. But whether we win or lose this one, I’m so proud.
From the time when we began working on the season, Abbi, Deta and I said to each other — Let’s not hold anything back, for as long as we get to be here, let’s do this the right way.
We got so many notes wondering if the exploration of the queer world of the 1940s or Max’s world would be better saved for season 2, if people needed to start somewhere a little more familiar. I’m so glad we didn’t listen, cause now I’m sitting here without any regrets.
And no matter what happens, the people behind League aren’t going anywhere. Give us a minute, we will be back with more for you to watch and read and feel. We’re going to win.
And you’re not going anywhere either, because what you’ve built and what you are is bigger than this show. It’s the story of our community, that comes to us through the hidden history that League shows just one small part of: The bars got raided and shut down.
But the people didn’t go anywhere, and they opened a new bar, and out of those spaces came music, cinema, dance, culture — What we now see as mainstream was birthed from the spaces our predecessors were forced to hide in. They made joy there."
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Heyo! I’ve requested this to a couple different writers just to see the way it differs and so far Im still waiting for them to respond, which is fine, but I was hoping I could at least request it to you as well :)
I have ADHD and other mental conditions and stuff and was wondering, if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, that you could do the 141 + Konig where the reader (female) had ADHD and was super energetic and talkative the entire day and the boys were just stressed out from the long day or a bad mission and had said something hurtful to the reader, which caused them to either try and suppress their ADHD ticks or just talk less and become less energetic and social.
I’m a sucker for angst cuz I’m sad and lonely lol 🥹. If you could please do this or at least think about it that would be amazing, thanks 🫶🫶
Hello, my love. I LOVED your ask and gave it a shot. I hope you´ll forgive me that I only came up with something for Ghost, Price and König so far. Maybe I´ll do another part with Gaz and Soap.
As I don´t have ADHD or know anyone who does, I really hope I catured what it´s like as best as possible. Please let me know if there´s something wrong. Please enjoy and don´t feel lonely! There´s a whole community for CoD out there who welcome you with open arms! <3
Warnings: angst, panic, yelling, cursing, fluff, hurt/comfort
Words: 3.001
Ghost
You were just putting away the dishes from your dinner when you heard the front door open. Your heart lurched into your throat knowing who just came home. You bolted around the corner and there he was. The hulking figure of your boyfriend Simon. His frame took over most of the space of the short hallway as he moved to take off his jacket. You knew he needed a little time to adjust before he would be able to give you attention so you waited, though still hopping from one excited foot to the other quickly. Grinning wildly and lightly giggling.
You heard a long sigh coming from Simon and your heart sank a little. It must have been a draining mission. He lifted his head and his dark eyes looked at you wearily. You stopped hopping immediately and a cold, cold shiver ran over your back. You saw the haunted look in your boyfriends eyes and you didn’t know how to help him best right now. Then, to really spike your panic, you saw Simon shake his head and move backwards to the door. “I can´t deal with this tonight” was all he murmured before he turned and left your shared apartment, leaving you standing there with the most horrible feeling in your stomach.
Simon was at a loss. He was sitting in a quiet corner of his favourite Pub, sulking into his pint. The last mission almost cost him every single one of his team members. Johnny was still in hospital. He just couldn’t deal with bubbly, happy or hyper right now. At least that´s what he thought. His fist clenched around the glass when he tried to suppress his self-loathing. Wasn’t your talkative person and happy nature exactly what had enticed him in the first place? What was he doing? Instead of listening to you ramble about your day, about the newest plant you got or how much you enjoyed cooking this new dish, effectively draining all the bad thoughts from his mind, he was sitting alone in a Pub, still thinking about the horrors of the last couple of weeks.
He knew all you´d wanted to do a couple of hours ago was envelop him into your arms and making him feel home. A huge gash opened in his chest. Growling at himself he stood and left the Pub. He had to see you right now.
In your apartment you sat on the couch, trying to read one of your favourite books and not feel rejected by the one you loved. You really tried to understand why he left. Why he left you with these words hanging in the air. Where you really too much? You were just excited. Was that too much as well? You felt your eyes sting. The front door opened and your heart plummeted into your stomach.
He needed space, so you stayed seated and decided you wouldn’t bother him with your presence until he really wanted it. At the door, Simon waited for your hurried footsteps, craving your hug more than anything. But nothing came. No footsteps, no happy squeal, nothing. He knew he´d fucked up big time then.
As he walked into the living room and saw you sitting on the couch, his heart squeezed painfully when you wouldn’t look at him. He heard you sniffle and immediately went over to you. “I´m sorry, dove. I´m so, so sorry” he whispered when he sat down and immediately pulled your whimpering form onto his lap. You held onto his shirt and marvelled in his scent and warm, firm chest. Simon buried his head into your hair and still continued to apologise. “I stepped over the line when I said what I said, my love. I can deal with it! I need your bubbly self, especially now. I´m so sorry.” His big arms caged you in and slowly you came down. Warmth and love melted into your veins again as you spoke.
“If you need more space from me when you come back, just let me know before you come home. So I´m not a bother.” You heard a desperate sound crawling up his throat when he repositioned you to look into your eyes. His big hands were framing your face when he said in a choked up voice “No. No, don’t ever hide who you are from me. I´m the one who needs to work on this. You did nothing wrong.” He sighed. “I thought I couldn’t deal with it but the truth is, it made everything much worse. I need your adorable rambling when I come back so I don’t have to think about what happened. It just took me a while to realise and I´m incredibly sorry. I´ll do better, I promise. I love you.” You shook your head and lovingly stroked his face. “Just let me know exactly what you need and I´ll adjust. Just don’t push me away like that. I love you just as much.” He kissed your fingertips, your nose, your forehead and finally your lips. “Never again, love. I promise.” You smiled against his lips and kissed them again.
Cuddling on the couch for several minutes he could feel the words stuck on your tongue just dying to come out. “What is it?” he asked with a grin. You grinned back just as wide. “I bought a new plant” you said with a giggle. Simon sighed happily and nodded his head. “Of course you did” he said lovingly. “Go on then, show me.”
Price
John had been home for about three days now and was still on edge. He really tried not to let it show or not make you worried about him. He still had a lot of paperwork to fill out and visits to the base. You wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible so you decided to really scrub down the flat.
You were really proud of yourself when you finally came to the last room, John´s office. It smelled of leather, John and faint cigar smoke. Smiling fondly you looked at the clean and organised desk. John´s things always had a designated place to be, at least on his desk. Smiling giddily you took a picture frame into your hands. It showed John and you at one of Gaz´s barbeques. John had a beer bottle in hand, red cheeks and smiling so wide, his eyes were completely closed. The picture was made just as you´d jumped onto his back clumsily, almost making him fall. You were perched on his back, your arms thrown around his shoulders. John was leaning forward slightly but already had one hand securely and possessively on your thigh, holding you to him. At this very moment you felt so incredibly lucky to have met him.
John came back later that evening, just as you started preparing dinner. He looked exhausted and a little annoyed as he entered the kitchen and living space, smiling at you shortly and kissing your forehead. You hummed sweetly. “I cleaned the whole apartment today” you said grinning. John raised an eyebrow and looked around. His lips twitched. “You did good, love. Everything´s so orderly.” You knew how much he loved it when the lovely chaos you preferred living in was a little more controlled. You giggled and kissed his cheek. “Get washed up, dinner will be ready soon.” He gave you a grateful smile and nodded, leaving the kitchen.
Several minutes later you heard heavy footsteps stomping down the hallway. Curious you looked at the door just as John walked in. His shoulders were tense and his blue eyes blitzed dangerously and annoyed. “Did you clean my office as well?” he asked quickly, crossing his arms over his chest. You blinked. “Yes, why?” you asked. He shook his head and huffed. “Then I´m sure you can tell me where the bloody hell my work phone is!” You took a short step back when you heard him raise his voice that way. Slight panic settled into your chest. “Uhm” you said and tried to think if you saw his phone. “I´m not sure if…” “You´re not sure? Ok. I´m sure,___. It was on my desk when I left. You know how important that thing is? Where did you put it?” Your head was reeling when you really tried to think if you removed the phone from his desk. “I-I don’t remember” you said breathlessly. John groaned.
“You know, what good is it that you finally clean up your clutter if you remove the things that I actually need?”
Immediately after he closed his mouth he saw you fall into yourself. Your shoulders sagged, your whole face showed panic and bewilderment. Worst of all however was the moment he saw all the light vanish from your eyes. He knew instantly he made a huge mistake. Yes, he was annoyed, but it wasn’t like the phone was gone forever. The both of you just had to find it. When you turned around he knew you didn’t want him to see you like that. He felt terrible. You´d put up with his demeanour for the last couple of days and the first inconvenience made him explode like that. He heard you sniffle.
“___” he said in a small voice, walking over to you. “___, love, I´m sorry. That wasn’t fair of me to say. It´s just a phone. We´ll find it.” He saw you nod but you didn’t turn around. “Baby” he tried again. This time you did turn around and his heart almost gave out. Your eyes were brimming with tears but they looked at him with no emotion at all. Your mouth was a straight line and your jaw was set. “You know I have trouble remembering things. You know that keeping up with one task at the time is basically impossible for me.” He nodded and hung his head. “I know” he said slowly. You huffed. “I´m sorry. I´ll find your phone as soon as dinner is ready.”
John shook his head, walked over and turned off the stove. You looked at him curiously. He grabbed your hand and led you over to the sofa. He urged you to sit down and the moment you did, he knelt on the floor in front of you and touched his forehead to your knees. He breathed you in for several moments before lifting his head. “I really should learn how to prioritise things better. I know how to keep everything orderly and all that but…now it´s not only me and my job. Now it´s also you and me. I sometimes forget about that, my love and I am sorry.”
You looked down at him and felt your anger, embarrassment and shame slowly fade. You nodded weakly. “My sweet girl” he whispered and held you face in his palms. “I really appreciate that you did this. That you put up with me as well. I know I haven’t been very communicative with you.” You lightly shrugged and he shook his head. “You can´t just let me get away with these things, my love. Please. I know it´s hard for you, but you can hold me accountable for what I´m doing or saying.”
“Okey” you said and breathed in deep. “You´re right. What you said was absolutely uncalled for. It hurt and embarrassed me. I´m not proud of the way I let things go sometimes. It takes an immense amount of effort to even come to the point of wanting to organise and clean stuff.” John stroked his thumbs lovingly over your cheeks. “And I´m sorry about your phone, John. I promise, I´ll help you find it.” He sighed deeply and pulled your head towards him. Hesitating for a moment to see your reaction, you smiled at him and leaned down more to kiss him. A relieved breath escaped his nose when he kissed you back right away. You detached from him again and with pure joy he saw the light back in your eyes.
“Let´s have dinner and then we´ll look for your phone, yeah?” you asked. He nodded immediately and helped you stand again. He pulled you close by the waist and peppered your face with little kisses until you giggled and tried to wriggle out of his hold.
“Can I help?” he asked. You nodded and gestured towards the fridge. “Could you please get the meatballs out?” John nodded and opened the fridge. Stunned, he stood in front of it for a bit too long. You looked over to him questioningly. “John? What is it? The meatballs are right there.”
He nodded slowly and then his shoulders started to shake with laughter. “What?” you asked perplexed.
John, still giggling, closed the fridge with the platter of meatballs in one hand and his work phone in the other. Your eyes went round and a blush crept up your neck and up to your cheeks. “Oh, Jesus…”
Both of you started laughing again and John went over to you and held you in his strong arms until you both stopped, short of breath. He leaned his head against yours and very softly said “I love you so much.”
König
Laughing hysterically at one of Soap´s jokes you clutched König´s arm next to you and buried your head in his shoulder. The latest mission was over and the 141 decided to wind down at one of the local pubs. König had asked you to join them and shortly after you walked into the pub and jumped into your lovers arms without hesitation. He lifted you up and swung you from side to side before holding your face gently and kissing you long and hard. The whoops and hollers from Gaz and Johnny were ignored by the two of you. You were just happy to be with each other again.
Your happiness bubbled through every pore in your body, the alcohol in your system making you relaxed and buzzing. You´d bantered with Soap the whole evening. The music and over all volume of the pub forced you to raise your voice once in a while. No one seemed to care though.
With a light kiss to König´s cheek you excused yourself to the bathroom and stumbled over to the little door. König watched your with fond eyes, his heart swelling by the minute. Soaps elbow connecting with his ribs and he gave him a sly wink. “So, when´re you goin´ to ask the lass ta marry your arse?” he asked. König´s face lit up immediately. He grinned shily. “I do have the ring already but…I´m really not sure when I should ask.” Johnny nodded. “Best not wait too long my friend” he said wisely. “Yer not the only one noticin´ her. She surely knows how to present herself.” He winked at König.
König´s eyes had a soft look in them. “Yeah, I know.” He said and sighed deeply. “She´s a LOT!”
Just as he said it, he felt your presence next to him and smiled up at you. Said smile vanished immediately when he saw the hurt on your face. He was a bit bewildered as to why you looked at him like her whole world just collapsed. Without saying anything you turned around and stormed towards the doors. “___!” he yelled and scrambled from his seat in the booth going after you.
Outside he looked left and right quickly and spotted you walking briskly away from the venue to his right. He started running and thanks to his long legs it didn’t take him much time to catch up with you. The moment he reached out for your arm and you whipped around shaking it off, his heart broke into a million pieces. Tears were streaming down your face and deep, deep hurt was still edged onto your features. “Liebling, what-?” “I´m a lot, huh? König, do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? You making fun of me in front of our friends?” You hiccupped and wiped your face with your sleeve.
König´s heart began to hammer in his chest. “Making fun of you? I didn´t. How could I make fun of you?” He started hyperventilating a little when you flinched away from his touch yet again. “What´d I do?” he asked in a panicked voice. You huffed disbelievingly. “You said I was a lot to handle, König. That´s so…rude. You know I can´t control how loud I am sometimes.” König´s eyes went wide.
“A lot to handle….” He whispered desperately. “No. No, Liebling, that´s not what I meant at all!” You gave him a questioning look. “I´d never say something like that about you.”
“Then what did you mean? König, saying someone is a lot, is quite-“
“A lot of perfect!! You´re…you´re perfect” he almost yelled at you, desperate to bring his point across. “I sometimes don’t really know the words to express what I´m trying to say but, mein Schatz….I´d never willingly hurt you or try to put you down like that.”
A feeling of shame overcame you. Here was this wonderful, soft man just trying to get through the day as best he can. You should´ve considered that English wasn’t his first language.
“König” you said breathily and reached out your hand which he immediately took. “I´m sorry. I should´ve talked to you first but…you know, being a bother or too much….it´s just one of the things that make me very insecure.” König lifted your hand to his lips immediately and you could have cried again by the way he so gently kissed your knuckles.
“You´re not too loud, or too talkative, or too forward. You´re too much…you! Sometimes I don´t know how to tell people that I would literally kill for you. That I would do anything to make you happy!”
Your arms wined themselves around his neck as you pulled him down for a passionate kiss. “I love you, König” you said against his mouth. “I´m sorry I stormed out like that.” He shook his head and brushed his nose with yours. “I love you too, my love. So much.” You grinned and hugged him again, having to stand on your tiptoes to do so. He pressed another kiss to your forehead. “Will you come back inside? The evening is still young” he asked. You nodded immediately and took his large hand in yours.
König´s heart raced and he knew exactly what to do to erase every single doubt from your mind. As he guided you back to the pub, his other hand that wasn´t holding yours gently thumbed at the locket around his neck, containing the ring he wanted to give you since day one.
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Hi could I request a cute hopper x reader fic set in season 2, where El helps hopper get ready for his date with the reader and a few months after they are dating, she meets El for the first time. Reader is nervous to meet El as she really wants El to like her, and El loves the reader and Hopper is in love with the reader especially after seeing his two favourite girls get along
Thank you for requesting! I miss writing about Hopper. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3
Fair warning - I barely have experience in writing El and I haven't seen season 2 in years so I hope it's semi correct with the timeline? And I hope her character is somewhat correct🤞🏻
His girls
Jim hasn't been on a date in ages, as well as asked a girl out on a date. But the few times Y/N stopped by the station, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She captured his attention more than the cigarettes and donuts that sat on his desk. He watched her through the blinds of his office, up until she left.
Jim didn't have the balls to ask her out until she beat him to it.
Now he tore apart his closet as El microwaved her small frozen dinner.
El could hear him cursing to himself and the sound of things hitting the floor. She walked over to his room, knocking on the door.
"WHAT!" Jim yelled, El opened the door with a worried face. Her eyes took in the disaster of his room.
"Do you..help?" She asked, she still was learning how to properly speak. She learned words here and there from the group but she never was out in the world to learn how to communicate.
Jim thought about it. His first reaction was to say no and deal with it. But maybe help would be nice. Maybe it would calm his nerves.
"I need a shirt and jeans." Jim sighed. El smiled and raced into the room. Her eyes looked over his different shirts.
"For a date. Fancy? You know fancy?" He asked, El shrugged. She had no clue what that meant but she wanted to help.
"Date?" She asked
"Yeah, you know how you like Mike?" Jim gagged out, but he knew this was the only way she'd understand.
"Yes." She said in a dead tone.
"I like a girl, and we are going to get dinner." He explained, that the fewer words for her the better.
"Dinner. Girl. Like." She muttered to herself. Her brown eyes scanned his room. She reached forward to grab a button-up. She'd seen Mike wear lots of those, but he always paired it with a jacket.
"Jacket?" She asked, holding up the shirt.
"I need a jacket?" He asked, when she nodded he pulled one out of his closet.
~~~
Jim couldn't lie, he was very impressed with El. He stood in dark blue jeans, a black button up and a brown jacket resting on his shoulders.
"Hair," El said, handing him a hairbrush. Jim smiled and thanked her. Brushing through his hair and trying to push down the bumps.
"Okay, El. I'm going to leave now. Stay here, you know the rules." He said, hands on his knees as he got in her eye level.
"Yes, hopper."
~~~
After many more dates, and once they made it official, Jim was ready for Y/N and El to meet.
Y/N was terrified. She could feel all the air get stuck in her throat when he brought it up.
"Really?" She squeaked out nervously. She'd heard lots about El, which meant she knew El wasn't easily impressed. She was blunt and honest. Two things that scared Y/N to death.
Jim kept pushing and pushing. Y/N knew it was important to him and she felt honored he wanted them to meet. She couldn't help but worry if El didn't like her. Would Jim end it all together? She didn't want to lose Jim, she felt herself falling for him.
~~~
"El this is Y/N!" Jim said a huge smile on his face. A smile El barely ever saw. El knew that Hopper didn't smile often. He was always grumpy and annoyed. She made him crack a smile every once and a while. And she felt her stomach warm as she watched Hopper smile toward whoever Y/N was.
"Pleasure!" El said, a big smile on her face as she held out her hand.
Jim may have given El a lesson in manners before this event. He prepped El just as much, or even more than he prepped Y/N.
"Oh! It's a pleasure for me too!" Y/N said she shook the young girl's hand.
"Compliment her haircut," Jim whispered against Y/N's head.
"I love your hair! The curls suit you very well." Y/N said, thanking Jim in her head, El's smile somehow got bigger.
"Thank you!" She said excitedly. Her face felt warm and her stomach fluttered.
"Pretty," El said, looking at Hopper.
"I agree." Jim smiled.
They sat down for dinner, a simple take-out delivery of pizza. It was so simple that it made Jim feel like they already were a family. El told her jokes that Jim never understood, but Y/N laughed at every single one. El didn't understand much of what Y/N talked about, but she listened closely. She watched her lips move and nodded along.
Jim worked hard on helping El with her communication, and he could see the improvement as she talked to Y/N.
~~~
After they met, El asked for Y/N to come over every day. She claimed it was nice to talk to a girl for a change. Jim rolled his eyes but he loved that El wanted Y/N around, because he did too.
Months down the road, El and Y/N communicated better than ever. El learned new words and Y/N kept her sentences short. Sometimes Y/N was there when Jim wasn't.
He lost count of the times he came home from work to see El learning to braid Y/N's hair. Eyeshadow on El's eyes and lipstick on her lips. Her nails were in a bright pink, and Y/N's nails matched.
"We had a girl's day!" El said, looking towards Y/N to see if she said it correctly. When Y/N gave her a nod and thumbs up, El smiled again and looked back to Hopper.
Jim hasn't had a family in a while. And he worried he'd never feel the love for a family like he did before. He was scared he'd feel too guilty and think he was replacing his old family. But he wasn't.
The two girls in front of him were his chosen family. And he'd pick them over and over again.
"I think Jim needs a makeover too!" Y/N said, a smirk on her face as El immediately agreed.
"No!" Jim argued.
~~~
"Nice nails, Hop!" One of the officers said as Jim walked into the office.
"Shut it," Jim muttered, grabbing a donut and walking into his office.
"Are your nails pink?" Joyce asked, sitting in his chair as she waited for him to arrive.
"My girls wanted to give me a makeover. Now what's up?"
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could i request something with a fem reader that’s of another cast from a different show of your choice, & she meets drew through madelyn. maybe they hit it off on their first meet and start texting one another almost every night. basically a mutual pine and by the end they admit their feelings. make it real fluffy!!
love your writing btw 🖤
thank you for the request anon!! The idea sparked a huge inspiration in me and I loved writing this! I definitely got carried away while writing so this is longer than most of my stuff. I added a small twist of my own and made the reader gender neutral :)
love affair
PAIRING: drew starkey x actor!gn!reader
SUMMARY: the reader and madelyn cline are co stars on glass onion. on being invited to madelyn's birthday party, the reader meets a certain someone.
WARNINGS: small mentions of anxiety, alcohol consumption, getting sick
EDITH SPEAKS: my first request! this is LONG, and this is GOOD and I LOVE how it came out!! I hope you like it too! I wasn't able to come up with a title so I decided to go with a song based title, love affair is such a good song i definitely recommend listening to it :)
Please like and/or reblog if you enjoy it 💌 feedback is always appreciated!
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It's your co star Madelyn's birthday today, and she is throwing a massive party. She's invited her friends from all the shows or movies she's been casted in before, and it's safe to say you're excited yet nervous at the same time.
You haven't been in the film industry for as long as Madelyn, you did a few minor roles here and there before you landed your major role in Glass Onion alongside Madelyn. That's where you met her for the first time, and you both hit it off really well. Glass Onion is your first project which got you a lot of exposure, so before Glass Onion you hadn't been to many parties thrown by big celebrities. This is the first one you're going to, and you're determined to make it one of the best nights of your life.
You quickly get ready, wearing an outfit which looks absolutely gorgeous on you and gives you loads of self confidence. You prepare yourself to socialise with many new people and to try to make new friends. There are going to be so many other people in the film industry; who knows, you may land a deal in another blockbuster project.
Your cab pulls outside of your house and you get inside it. You direct the driver to Madelyn's house and he takes you there in under 20 minutes. Before you can even reach the party, you can hear the music a distance away from her house, which tends to overpower your nervousness over your excitement.
The cab driver drops you outside her house. You walk up to the closed door and take in a deep breathe before ringing the bell. You can hear the chattering of the people inside. The door opens and you see Madelyn on the other side. You grin widely upon her presence.
"Happy birthday beautiful!" You say ecstatically, hugging her and kissing both her cheeks.
"Thank you darling!" She says laughing. She beckons you to come inside. You walk in to see the biggest crowd of people you've seen together in a house.
You turn to Madelyn and hand her her gift. "Oh my god you didn't have to bring me one!" She says, taking it from you and hugging you again.
"Nonsense! It's your birthday, you definitely deserve to get one."
"Thank you so much. Come on, let's get you some drinks and I'll introduce you to some people." You follow her lead to the kitchen, where she gives you a drink. You thank her and take the cup from her.
"Hey Madison!" She yells out. Madison turns around and sees the both of you. She comes up to you rushing.
"Oh my god hi!" She says, smiling widely as you hug her. "It's so nice to finally meet you!"
"You too!" You say, smiling just as widely as her.
"You were so good in Glass Onion, like, come on. That's some Emmy level acting right there." You feel your cheeks slightly warm up at her compliments.
"Thank you girl, but let's talk about Kiara! She's amazing and you're so talented!"
"Oh stop it," Madison says, laughing. You take a sip of your drink as you make some more small talk with her.
"Look there's everyone else," Madelyn says suddenly, looking across the room. You see she's looking at the group of the cast of Outer Banks. You recognise all of them. Madelyn takes you by your hand and you three make your way to the bigger group.
"Hey guys!" says Madelyn, and everyone replies with a varied version of 'hello'. Madelyn introduces you to everyone, and you hug all of them one by one and make small talk with them.
You and Madelyn now walk to the only person in the group who you haven't met yet: Drew Starkey. You may or may not have found him attractive in the show.
"Hi Drew, it's so nice to meet you!" You smile, and give him a hug.
"You too! I finally got around watching Glass Onion some time ago and you were out of this world," Drew compliments. You feel flattered from all the compliments you've been receiving today.
"Oh my god, thank you! But you as Rafe is just something else. I really cannot imagine anyone else playing him. You embodied his character so well."
"Thank you so much," he smiles. You feel your heart flutter at the small motion. You both join the group, and watch everyone talk and laugh among themselves. You look on your side at Drew, and take in how pretty he looks in the suit he's wearing. You notice the earring dangling from his ear and the rings he's wearing. You feel yourself almost swooning.
Drew whips his head in your direction but before you both can make an eye contact you turn your head away. You feel your cheeks heat up when you hear him chuckle. He totally caught you staring. You down the entire drink in your cup.
"Do you need some more?" Drew asks you. "I've run out of mine too."
"Oh... yeah sure." You both excuse yourself from the group and walk to the kitchen. Drew fills both your cups and you thank him for it. You start to feel your head slightly throbbing from the loud music playing from the speakers which are right next to you and Drew.
"Hey uh Drew?" You call him out. He hums in response. "Would you like to go out in the garden?"
"Are you okay?" He asks, slightly worried.
"Yes, yes I'm fine, it's just, the music is too loud and I'm starting to get a little overwhelmed by the number of people here," you say honestly.
"Yes of course," he says. "You'll feel better if you get some fresh air." You both leave the house and go to the garden. There is a small fountain set up in the centre of the massive garden, so you and Drew sit next to each other on the edge of the fountain.
"Thank you for coming out with me," You say, feeling grateful there's someone with you to help you feel more relaxed.
"You don't have to thank me sweets, it's all fine. I'm guessing big crowds aren't your thing?"
"No, they really aren't. I haven't been around in the industry to be used to such a huge amount of people in one room. It does make me anxious."
"Don't worry about it," Drew says softly. "It takes time to get used to it all, the big crowds of people, the paparazzi on the streets, the overwhelming number of events to attend. Your mind will slowly start to feel relaxed as you spend more time in this industry. Becoming famous comes at a price." He laughs.
"Oh it definitely does," you giggle with him. You both sit in silence, the sound of the music muffled. You have already starting to feel more relaxed, and you think it's because of Drew's presence next to you.
You like this feeling.
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"Okay now I have to try this casserole, you've mentioned it atleast five times already." You laugh. Your and Drew's position has changed from the edge of the fountain to the grass on the ground. You both sit in the grass, your legs crossed as you play 20 questions.
"What can I do, it's just that good," He says proudly. To every food related question you asked him, Drew managed to give "my famous chicken casserole" as the answer.
What you both have not realised is that it's been over two hours since you both have been sitting out here and chatting. The party had started to die down in the last half hour. So many people had left, and the music was now playing at a low volume. You feel your phone vibrate, so you pull it out to see Madelyn calling you.
"Hello?" You say.
"Where are you? Did you leave?" You hear Madelyn on the other end. She sounds frantic.
"Oh no I'm outside with Drew, we're in the garden," You reply. There is a silence on the other end of the phone. In a few seconds you are met with the constant beeping, signalling Madelyn ended the call.
You hear the door open and watch Madelyn walk out to you both. "Way to go guys, you could've atleast told me you're here! I was worried when I couldn't find you inside. You aren't the kind of people who leave without saying goodbye so I knew you hadn't left for your homes, which made me a lot more nervous when I couldn't find you inside." She rambles, and then starts to breathe heavily after she finishes.
"We're so sorry Madelyn," you say, getting up from the ground. "Me and Drew got so lost in conversation that we didn't even realise where the time passed."
"Yeah, it's also getting late now, so I think we both will just leave now," adds Drew, as he stands from the ground too. You nod along his words.
"Unless you need any help inside?" You ask.
"Oh no, don't worry about that." Madelyn is quick to connect two and two together. She sees the spark between you two, and starts to feel all giddy upon the possibility of you both getting closer. "I hope you had a fun time." She smiles at you both.
You turn to look at Drew who looks at you back, both of you just softly staring into each other's eyes.
Oh you definitely had fun.
And so did he.
"We did," you say, turning back to look at Madelyn. "We'll just leave now. I'll book a cab."
"Oh no, I'll drop you," Drew pipes in.
"No it's okay, it'll be such a hassle for you. It'll only take me a few seconds to book one."
"No no, I insist. It can be unsafe to be alone with an unknown cab driver this late at night."
"He's right, he can drop you. It's best you don't go home alone." Madelyn adds.
You look at the both of them, and give in. "Okay, thank you Drew."
You both exchange your last goodbyes with Madelyn and wish her a happy birthday again before you leave her house together. Drew's car isn't parked that far from her house. You reach the passenger door but before you can open it for yourself, Drew opens it for you.
"Oh, why thank you kind sir," you say in a posh accent as you sit down. He just giggles at your reply and walks around the car to sit in the driver's seat. He starts the car and begins to drive.
You connect your phone to his Bluetooth speakers to put on some music. After searching around your playlist for a few seconds, you find your favorite song.
"Oh my god I love this one!" Drew says, bobbing his head to the beat.
"You do?" You say happily.
"Yes! Their recent album is just simply a work of art."
"Right! It's my all time favorite album! It's everything." On the drive to your house, you and Drew vibe to music and surprisingly, you both have a lot of common music taste.
Drew drives up to your house, but he just doesn't want you to leave. Not yet. This is too soon. He wants to spend more time with you, get to know you better.
But it's getting late at night. And as much as you don't want to leave either, you know you have to go.
"Drew, could we exchange numbers?" You ask, shyly. He just nods his head with a smile and gives you his phone. You put in your number and ask him to text you so you can get his.
"Thank you for the drive Drew," you say softly. You stare into his eyes yet again. There is so much you have to explore, so much more you need to know about him. He's lived a different life before you came in it, and you want to know about it all. You want to know every single thread that's been woven together to create this beautiful man in front of you.
"You're welcome," his voice just as soft as yours. You want him to stop you. You want him to tell you that he doesn't want you to leave. You want to stay with him and talk some more.
But he doesn't say anything.
You give him another smile and step out of the car and walk to your house.
Drew is controlling himself from calling your name out. Why are you getting distant from him by each passing second? Why aren't you staying? He doesn't want you to leave.
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You freshen up in your washroom and change in some comfortable clothes before lying in your bed. You hear your phone vibrate so you pick it up to see it's a text from an unknown number.
unknown number: hey it's Drew :)
You smile at the text. You quickly save his number and shoot him a text back.
you: hey :)
drew: oh you haven't slept yet?
you: nope, not sure if I'll be able to fall asleep tho, my insomnia keeps on kicking in
drew: ugh same, insomnia gets the best of me
And you both kick it off again. It's almost 3 am at night, but you're up texting Drew. You feel like you are 13 years old, and you are getting to text your first ever crush. The nerves, the skipping of your heartbeat each time Drew uses a heart in his texts all make you feel like a little teenager again.
And you love it.
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It's been almost three weeks since you met Drew, and all you have to say about this is that your life has changed for the better. He's there for you every single moment you need him; when you need someone to celebrate your small successes with, when you need a shoulder to rest your head on when you're sad, when you need someone to just listen about what's been bothering you.
In return, you love to be by Drew's side as much as you can. You try your best to reciprocate every little thing he does for you.
But one of the biggest things Drew has done for you is get in contact with one of the directors he has worked in the past, who now has casted you in his upcoming movie. The script impressed you a lot, and you're super excited to start working on it. And you just don't know how you can thank Drew for it.
"Sweets it's the fifth time today you've thanked me for it and it's only 9 am! I swear, I've done nothing, all I did was just call him up." He smiles at you, as he hands you a plate of the pancakes he made.
"But now I'm getting to act in this big movie Drew! You really don't know how grateful I am for that," you say, digging into the pancakes.
You were over at Drew's home last night to watch some Netflix together. You ended up falling asleep in between the show, so Drew carried you to his room carefully. When you woke up this morning, it took you a few seconds to realise where you are.
"I have to do something for you in return, otherwise I'll just feel guilty." You tell him.
"What? There is nothing to feel guilty about. No more talks about this okay? You and me, we're close friends, we do things for each other without expecting a thank you in return."
Friends. He didn't intend to say that, but what else can he do? He doesn't want to risk what you both have created so lovingly by admitting his feelings for you. What if you don't like him back?
Friends. Why do you feel a pang in your chest upon hearing this word? But, that's what you are right? You haven't told him how you feel about him, so that makes you friends, right?
An awkward silence falls over you two which only involves the sound of the forks and knives scratching against the plate and of you both chewing. Once you're done eating, Drew takes your plates and puts them in the dishwasher. Meanwhile you gather all your stuff and get ready to leave. You say nothing except a simple goodbye and leave his home.
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You're sitting in your room with your script in your hand as you read it and try to memorise your lines along with it. The sound of your phone ringing makes you lift your head up from your script. You see it's Drew calling you. You get slightly worried because he doesn't call you very often, you both usually prefer texting but when he does call you, it's something urgent.
"Hello?" You say after accepting the call.
"Uh... are you free?" You hear Drew's voice on the other end. Except, he doesn't sound the same. He sounds sick.
"Oh my god Drew are you okay?" You ask worriedly, getting up from your bed and finding your shoes and other things you'll need if you have to leave the house.
"Just a little sick," he then coughs, which definitely doesn't indicate to a 'little sickness'.
"I'm coming okay? Just give me a few minutes." You cut the call and quickly pop on your shoes, pick up all your stuff and leave your house.
You reach his place really quickly and rush inside. You realise you didn't ring the bell but then you remembered he's alone and sick so it's best to not disturb him from his bed.
You enter his room to see the lights switched off, the curtains drawn, and Drew's body lying under the covers. You walk up to him and carefully lift the duvet from his head. You softly gasp at how pale he looks. There are loads of scrunched up tissues lying around on his bed.
"Hey," he says, his voice hoarse as he tries to smile at you.
"Drew, bub," you say nothing else. You feel so bad for him, he must be feeling so sick. He notices your frown and lifts one of his hands up to your hand.
"Hey I'll be fine, now that you're here to take care of me," you softly chuckle at his words, as you caress the back of his palm. You lean in to press your forehead against his to see if he has a temperature. At that moment, Drew feels his cheeks heat up, and not only because of the high temperature he has.
When you feel his forehead scorching hot against yours, you quickly rush to his medicine cabinet and find the pills you need. You then get a glass of water for him. You carefully wrap your arms around his body and help him sit up in his bed. You hand him the water and a pill.
He takes the pill and you tell him you're going to make some vegetable soup for him. You go to his kitchen, find all the ingredients you need in his fridge and start to whip up the soup. You work quicker than usual, because you know you need to get this to him as quick as you can. When the soup is simmering away on the stove, you go back to his room. He's still sitting in the same position, his head leaned back against the headboard and his eyes closed.
You drag one of the chairs in Drew's room closer to him and sit down. He opens his eyes and looks at you.
"I'm so sorry for bothering you, I really didn't know who to call." He says.
"You don't have to apologise, I'm here for you always," you say softly, taking his hand in yours again and rubbing his skin just as you did before. He seems a lot more relaxed upon this gesture from you.
"You are sweets, you are always there for me. You're there for me when I need someone to talk to, you're there for me when I need someone to tell my dad jokes to."
"And you are always there for me Drew," you add. "You're there for me when I need someone to listen to my crazy theories about the movies I watch."
Drew gives you a soft smile, and you both look into each other's eyes just the way you always do, and you find yourself getting lost in them again. It's like you've found a home in those striking blue eyes.
"Sweets?" He calls you out. Your heart flutters each time he calls you that. "Can I tell you something?" Maybe it's the high temperature that he has that's making him do this, or maybe he's just tired of being just friends with you. Whatever it is, he is ready to tell it to you.
"Yes?" Your heart starting to beat faster. You have a small hunch of what he might say, but you don't want to get your hopes up just to get hurt.
"I think... I think I've fallen for you." He whispers. You look at him with your eyes wide, his hand still in yours.
You can't believe your ears. He said what you had the slightest hunch he'd say. But you didn't think you would have guessed right.
The person you fell for because he told you he will always be there for you no matter what has also fallen for you.
On the other end, Drew looks at you and tries his best to read your expression. Are you going to tell him the same, or are you about to reject him? He can't tell what's going on in your mind. He breathes deeply as he watches you look at him with wide eyes.
"I'd never thought I'd hear this but Drew, I fell for you too, so fast, so hard." You whisper back. He lets out a sigh of relief.
The person he fell for because they told him taking care of him is one of their topmost priorities has fallen for him.
You lean in and press a soft kiss on his forehead and another one on his cheek. "I'll give you a real one when you get well." You say, smiling so widely.
That night, you stay over at his place. You sleep next to Drew, his head resting on your chest as you rake your fingers softly through his hair and occasionally press a kiss to his forehead, his cheek, his temple, his chin, his nose.
He's yours, and you're his.
The world has finally fallen in place.
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Went to bestie's again. This time it was different. Last night I had him chauffeur is around with her and I in the back. We went driving around looking at Christmas lights and chatted. But, with a twist. She and I sat side by side with my hand in her pajama bottoms and playing with her cunt. I teased her good and the three of us chatted about things and where we should take them and what my goals and thoughts and plans were. I think she got lost based on the breathing and moaning she was doing and there were times he and I just talked about her like she wasn't even in the car. I also had her pull her tits out for me to play with (tease and pinch hard) to snap her out of her trances I kept putting her in. We would up driving around almost two hours and by then she was so wet she left a spot on the seat which I had her lick and she sucked my fingers clean of her cunt juices many times.
As soon as we entered the house she stripped without me even telling her to and we went upstairs to have some fun. But, we did not make it to their bedroom. I had another idea. I pulled him into besties room and shut the door on her face and locked it. I had him take me right on his daughter's bed. It was def not the first time we had fucked here and won't be the last either. To spice things up a bit more when he was about to cum I grabbed a thong of hers, had him pull out, and jerked him off with and into her thong. He opened the door and left the room, I called her in with me naked sweaty on bestie's bed. I made her crawl up to the bed, threw a pillow on the ground, and had her hump and grind it while I shoved her daughter's cum filled thong in her face for her to sniff and lick clean. Depraved cuck had a cummy right then and there without permission. I first had teased her about it, making her think it was not going to be a big deal, laughed at her, then I snapped and told her she needed to be punished for her transgression. She pleaded but it was to no affect on me. I took her over my knees right on her daughters bed and used a slipper to punish her naughty ass for cumming without permission.
The rest of the night she stayed denied in bestie's room. If she needed to use the toilet she had to call my phone and ask me to accompany her. Which happened twice but I made her wait both times. She knew she would be in huge trouble if she peed in bestie's room and not just by me. How would she explain to bestie why her room smells like pee? I did accompany her to the toilet and supervised and even wiped her clean afterward so there wouldn't be any more accidents. I spent the rest of the night on and off sex with her husband in her marital bed while she was confined to her daughter's. It was another fun cucking!
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First time with Tom Blyth. (Smut)
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Summary: Reader loses her virginity to Tom, and he makes it perfect.
Being Tom Blyth's controversially young girlfriend has its ups and downs. Most of the downs revolve around the hate I get, But Tom always manages to make the hate disappear when I am with him.
I'm newly 20 years old. Tom being almost 29 is a big difference in our age. Neither of us mind though.
Me being newly 20, have only had one real relationship before Tom, which just so happened to be one of the worst experiences of my life. I was always afraid of relationships after, but Tom being the gentleman he is, made me super comfortable around him, which made me appreciate him so much more.
The guy I was with before always made me feel uncomfortable, and pressured. Which gave me a lot of anxiety throughout our relationship. The one thing I never gave to him was my virginity.
Yes, I'm 20 years old and still a virgin. I have never found a person I trust enough to give myself to in that way. I'm not naive, I know pretty much everything, I just have never had the chance to actually do it, especially with someone I trust.
I hate being that cheesy person that says I've finally met the person I trust enough, but that is exactly it. Tom is the most caring, considerate, loving man I have ever met. If there is anyone I trust enough to do that with, it's him.
I haven't told him I'm a virgin. I probably should have by now, especially considering we have been dating for 5 months. The topic only came up once, and I didn't say it. After that I haven't really had the chance to say it considering i'm not just going to blurt it out of nowhere.
The only reason i'm thinking about this so much is because lately I've been getting more and more ready to take that step with him. I am extremely attracted to him, I trust him with my life, I'm just scared to do it. Not for any particular reason, just the fact that it's a huge deal to me.
Tonight I am spending the night at Tom's place. My goal for tonight is to at least tell him I'm a virgin, But I think I'm ready. Best case scenario, we have sex. And yes, that is why I spent the last 20 minutes shaving every part of my body.
When I arrive at Tom's place, we have dinner together, and go for a walk around central park, which is just down the street. When we get back, we both go to get changed. I had this plan of coming out of the bathroom in a robe with lingerie underneath, like a cheesy scene before bed in a hallmark movie. But now that I'm in the midst of putting it on, the nerves come through.
I tell myself that I will go out there, and talk to him. If things go well, I'll take the robe off. If need be, I can just come back in here and change. And even if I tell him, there is no guarantee that we will have sex tonight anyways.
I stand in front of the mirror in my fuzzy white robe, with a sexy black teddy one piece underneath, that I bought specifically for tonight. I work up enough courage to go out there, so I open the door and see Tom sitting on the bed, underneath the covers, finding something for us to watch on the t.v.
He looks over to me, and smiles. "Were you wanting to have a shower?"
I look confused for a second, then realise he must be confused as to why I have a robe on. "No, I just-," I look to the ground, trying to find my words. "Can we talk?"
He immediately puts the remote down, and his attention is one hundred percent on me. "Of course, are you okay?"
I go to sit on the bed with him, not missing the way his eyes never leave mine, even as I look down to the bed while sitting down. "I'm fine, I just wanted to talk about something."
His hand goes to my knee, and rubs small comforting circles on top of it. "I don't really know how to explain this to you without just spitting it out." I explain.
"That's okay, baby. You can talk to me about anything," He does his best to comfort me.
I fidget with my hands, working up the courage to tell him. "I ummm-, I wanna do something but I'm scared to tell you, even though I shouldn't be. Well i'm not scared to tell you about that thing, but in order to tell you about that thing, I need to tell you about something else first. And that's what I'm scared to tell you," My rant makes him smile.
He sits up and moves closer to me, taking my hands in his to stop me from picking at my nails. "Tell me why you're scared to tell me," he asks.
The question makes me stop and think for a second. "Because It's not something i'm proud of, or like to share with people."
He brings my hand to his mouth and places a soft kiss to the top of it. "What can I do to make you more comfortable?"
"Ummm-, just please don't make a big deal about it when I tell you." I say to him in a desperate voice.
"Of course, Love," He continues rubbing his thumb along the top of my hand.
I take a deep breath and try to explain without freaking out. "I've never had sex before."
He immediately softens. "Baby that's okay, It's nothing to be ashamed about. Is that why you were so scared to tell me, because you've been wanting to?"
"Yea," I whisper while biting my lip, trying to prevent my face from reddening.
"Love, that's okay, please don't ever be scared to tell me when you are feeling like that. Come here," He sits up and goes to cup my cheek with one hand, slowly pulling me down to lay against him, my head buried in the crook of his neck, my body practically on top of his.
"Can I ask you something?" He whispers into my hair after kissing the top of my head.
"Mhm," I give a small nod with my hum.
"Why are you wearing the robe?"
I freeze, totally forgetting about the fact that I have lingerie underneath.
He notices my hesitation. "Did you want to do something tonight, baby?"
"I had this whole thing planned out but then I froze up." I turned my head away from him so he couldn't see my face.
"Tell me what your plan was," He requests.
I cuddle my head further into his neck and start to explain. "I have something on underneath this. I was going to take off the robe if the conversation went well. If it didn't I would go change."
"You dressed up for me, baby?" I nod my head.
He reaches down towards the tie of the robe. "Can I undo this, Baby? I won't if you don't want me too. Can I see how pretty you look underneath?" He coos in my ear.
I slowly lean back, and sit up beside him on my knees. I reach down to undo the robe, and his hand reaches out to once again trace circles around my knee to calm me.
I undo the robe and let it fall down my arms, onto the bed. He immediately takes in every inch of me. The teddy i'm wearing has ribbons on both shoulders, and a deep v-neck showing off my cleavage.
He sits up and pulls me over to him, putting one of my legs on each side of his waist as if i'm about to ride him with him sitting on his knees, but then lifts me up and lays me splayed out in front of him on the bed, Him between my legs. He bends down and places a hungry kiss to my lips.
I kiss him back with the same amount of need he has with me. We stay like that for a couple minutes, kissing each other like our lives depend on it.
He pulls back and moves a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Do you want to do this tonight? We don't have to," He reassures me.
"I just want you to touch me." I can tell how desperate I sound, but at this moment, I don't care. Right after the words leave my mouth, I pull him back down to my lips once again.
"Yeah? You want me to make that pretty pussy of yours feel good?" He teases in between kisses before trailing them down my neck. In response, I grind my hips up towards his. Rubbing my clit along the outside of his sweatpants.
"Oh Baby, you're so fucking sexy, all desperate for me." He reaches down, his hand on the back of my thigh, pulling my leg to wrap around his waist, and he grinds his cock into my core. My head falls back at the friction he's giving my clit, My mouth falling open, and my eyes fluttering closed.
I slide my hands underneath the hem of his shirt, slowly gliding them along his back. He pulls away from me and reaches over his head to grab his shirt and pull it off. He tosses it on the floor and moves backwards on the bed. He lifts one of my legs, my foot resting on his shoulder, as he presses kisses along my calf, moving up towards my thighs.
When he gets to my inner thighs, I reach my hand down, and grip onto his hair, pulling him closer to where I really need him. He laughs at my eagerness, and moves up to place kisses right above my pubic bone.
He looks up at me, and brings his hands down, moving the piece of lingerie aside, and slides two fingers through my wetness, circling my hole. His eyes search mine, silently asking for permission. I nod my head, and he slowly slides his middle finger inside me.
My eyes flutter closed, as my head tips back the slightest bit. With my eyes closed, it catches me off guard when he wraps his lips around my clit, slowly suckling, as his finger curls against my g-spot.
My hand on his hair tightens as I let out a loud moan of surprise. He laughs through his sucking, and pushes another finger inside me. My head falls back against the bed as I get lost in the immense pleasure he is giving me.
Lost in my own mind, I accidentally pull too hard on his hair, or so I think. I quickly retract my hand after hearing him wince, thinking I've hurt him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pull so hard." I start to ramble.
He takes my hand and brings it back to his hair. "Pull as hard as you want. I don't care. If anything it just turns me on even more," He says before curling his fingers inside me once again.
I make a mental note of that for later, as I grip onto his hair again. My voice becomes shaky as I let out more sounds which just give him more confidence. As if he'd need it anyways. His tongue laps at my clit as his fingers begin to increase their speed inside me. This almost tips me over the edge.
"Tom?" I whisper in between moans. He looks up at me, slightly slowing down the movement of his fingers. I get stuck between my words, kind of embarrassed to tell him what I want. He reaches his hand up to cup my cheek, leaning back from my core. "What is it baby? Do you want me to stop?"
"No, don't stop," I shake my head. "Can you-," I stop, scared to tell him what I want.
"Tell me, love. What do you need? How can I help you get there?" He asks while kissing my thighs.
"Harder," I reach down and grab the wrist of his hand which is still fingering me. "Go harder. Please?" My voice comes out desperate.
He moves up towards me and takes my lips with his, kissing me hard, as he takes his fingers out, just to move them back inside with a quicker pace. The next second, he's moving his fingers in and out of me with an impressive pace, hitting my g-spot every time.
I gasped through our kiss, breaking from his lips. His fingers are moving in and out of me so fast that I can't clearly see his hand because of how fast it is moving. My hips raise with his fingers when they leave my core, just as they sink back down every time he sinks his fingers back inside me.
I let out a loud moan just for him to capture my lips right after, His fingers still pounding into me. My moans don't stop as he kisses me, The sounds getting masked by his lips.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I shout as I break our kiss and throw my head back.
He brings his lips down to hover over my ear. "Cum for me like the good little slut you are."
This brings me over the edge as his fingers continue assaulting my g-spot at an intense pace. With my head thrown back, and my mouth letting out profound sounds, I cum hard all over his fingers, soaking the sheets beneath me.
"There you go, good girl. You're such a good fucking girl for me." He purrs in my ear.
My arms reach up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down to me. In the midst of my high, all I want is him closer to me. He pulls his fingers out of me, his hand going to my hip as his lips go to my neck and kiss their way up to my mouth.
I don't know how long I'm out of it for, but when I open my eyes, Tom is still right beside me. His hand is caressing my head, his fingers running through my hair at the back of my head while my face is buried in his chest.
I lean my head back to look up at him. All he can see is the lust in my eyes as he leans down and takes my lips with his once again.
He reaches up and goes to grab the edge of one of the bows of the lingerie on my shoulder. "Can I take this off, Baby?"
I nod, and he pulls the ribbon on the bow, letting it come apart before reaching over to loosen the other side. Once the front is loosened, he pulls down the lingerie to reveal my front.
Tom immediately goes to kiss down my neck again, making his way down to my breasts. He kisses around one while palming the other in his hand. He takes my nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking. I let out a breathly moan, a whole new type of pleasure taking over me. My hand reaches up to the back of his head, my fingers running through his hair. I pull him back up towards my lips and kiss him again.
I make a bold move, and reach my hand down to run over the outside of his sweatpants, softly palming him. His breath staggers as he breaks the kiss and looks down to where my hand is rubbing him. He slightly grinds his hips into my hand, making me palm him harder as he buries his face in my neck.
He pulls back and reaches down to grab my hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the top of it. His hands reach down underneath my thighs, bringing them to wrap around his waist, as he goes to lift me from the bed. He brings us up to the pillows and lays my head down on one.
He brings the covers over top of us and leans back to remove the half-on lingerie from my body. Tossing the lace somewhere to the left, he leans back and starts to remove his sweatpants. I sit back and watch.
Once his sweatpants are off, he comes back on top of me. "Do you still want to do this?" He doesn't once take his eyes off mine while asking this.
I give a small "Yeah," and he beings his hand down to free himself from his boxers, pulling them down. My hands rest on his shoulders as he adjusts my legs on either side of him, giving him more access.
I being my hand down and softly stroke him. He moves my hand to his base, and rubs the underside of his cock along my slit, from my hole to my clit, over and over again. His thumb pressing lightly on his tip to keep the pressure of his cock against myself.
"Are you ready?" He whispers to me while using his other hand to stroke my hair.
I nod and lean in to kiss him. We kiss for a couple of seconds before he leans back and looks down towards us as he places his tip at my entrance, and my arms go to wrap around his neck.
He slightly pushes inside of me, just enough for me to feel the slight stretch at my entrance. His tip now inside me, his eyes search mine as his breath staggers, silently asking me if I'm okay. I nod at him, and he leans down, taking my lips with his.
He slowly pushes into me, his other hand caressing my cheek as his kisses me. I break the kiss the moment I feel what everyone is talking about when they say it stings. My jaw drops as my breathing becomes uneven.
"Do you need me to stop?"
"No, no, don't stop." My voice comes out desperate.
He slowly starts pushing further into me, and reaches down to rub my clit, trying to sooth me through it. It surprisingly works well as the pleasure is brought back, masking the pain.
"Can I move, Love?"
"Mhm," I hum as a nod my head.
He slowly pulls himself out, only to push back inside before he completely leaves my warmth. He continues his slow thrusts as I lean up to kiss him. His tongue caresses mine as he continues thrusting inside me, his fingers still massaging my clit.
By now, the pain is mostly gone, and my breath becomes uneven. He pulls back from the kiss, and my head tips back, my eyes going to the roof as I start to focus on the pleasure he is bringing me.
"There you go," he whispers as he leans down to press his lips to the side of my neck. "Do you want me to go faster?"
I nod my head through an uneven breath, and he laughs at my eagerness.
Suddenly, his thrusts speed up, taking me off guard even though I was the one to tell him to do so. My hands go to grip his shoulders as I let out a purely sinful sound while he continues pumping into me.
His mouth continues sucking on my neck as I lose all control, the pleasure getting the better of me, as I start letting out high pitched cries.
His thumb rubbing my clit was one thing, but mixed with the brush of him hitting that spot deep inside me with every thrust, I start to lose it. My nails dig into the skin on the surface of his back, and he lets out a moan into my neck. Hearing that sound only brings me closing to the edge as I bring my hands back to his shoulder blades, and drag my nails downwards once again.
"Oh fuck, Baby. You're such a good girl for me, Yeah?" He whimpers into my ear, his tongue darting out to trace right underneath it.
"Yes, Oh my god, Yes." I cry out as my eyes roll back as the knot in my stomach starts to uncoil, and I cum hard around his cock, still pumping deep inside me.
He comes back up from my neck and I bury my face into his as I ride out my high. My arms are back around his neck again when he starts pumping faster into me.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, Baby." He pants into the side of my head as his thrusts become uneven. In the midst of my high I whisper into his ear.
"Cum, Cum for me. I want you to."
He lets out a groan that can only be described as feral, as I feel his cum fill me up deep inside. His thrusts go from feral, to steady as he slows himself deep inside, and tries to catch his breath. His head still buried into the side of my head, and the pillow, I rest my chin on his shoulder as he reaches down to pull himself out of me.
I let out a hiss at the sensitivity of him fully leaving my warmth, and instantly miss the feeling of being filled by him. He slowly leans to the side and moves halfway off of me, so he is no longer right on top of me.
With him laying beside me, I tuck my head into the crook of his shoulder as my eyes drift closed. "Was that Okay?" He suddenly whispers.
"Yeah, I was really good." I smile into his shoulder.
We both let out a small chuckle. He turns his head to place a kiss on my forehead, and sits up to pull the covers over top of me before getting up and walking into the bathroom.
He comes out with a wet cloth and comes over to help me clean up. After we are both cleaned and dressed, we lay back down and cuddle up underneath the blankets. I whisper a small "Thank You" into his ear, and slowly start to drift off. I can feel him press another kiss to my forehead before I completely fall asleep.
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Um um um what about one where Jacob and Xolo have actress!reader on their podcast and they are just talking about acting but Jacob stares at her thebwhole time and gushes about her roles she's done before and Xolo teases him for "fanboying" over and having a crush on her?
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Reader really couldn't believe that out of all people Xolo and Jacob would be asking her to be on their podcast.
She originally met Xolo for a quick moment on a big red carpet event. It was months back and it was only for a split second. She had been seated at a table next to his for the dinner part of the event. They had simply said hi and that evolved into a quick conversation before the show started.
A week later he was sending her a DM though Insta a pretty normal conversation compared to some of the other weird messages she has gotten. He just made small talk and asked some general questions. It wasn't long into their small friendship that he asked the odd question.
“Would you be cool coming into the podcast with me and Jacob? As a guest start?”
She found it a little odd but didn't see a problem with it.
Sitting up in the middle of the night in her bed scrolling along. Her eyes reread the message over again to make sure she was actually seeing it right. Thinking it over the idea did sound kinda fun. She had done interviews before of course but never a podcast. It could be kinda fun and she would also be able to hang out with what she was sure of was a good friend. With the tap of a finger she sent a message agreeing to meet up and appear on the podcast the following month.
“Uh Reader are you in there? You okay?” Xolo’s voice broke her out of the small flashback she was having. Gathering her thoughts she nodded before looking over to the tanned man. He grinned as he started to walk into the small building. She quickly fell beside him as they made their way inside. Xolo’s smooth voice rang out “I'm so excited that you actually agreed to come on the podcast. I was kinda scared you wouldn't want to.” Reader laughed a little “Oh come on I couldn't pass up this fun experience! And plus this gives us a reason to actually meet up again, in person.” at that a switch seemed to flip on his brain.
His eyes widened for a moment as if he finally remembered something important “Oh yeah! I totally forgot that the last time we actually saw each other was when we were at that award event.” Reader nodded.
After walking around a few hallways they finally seemed to find the right door.
Before Xolo opened the door all they way he whispered “Dude Jacob is so excited to actually meet you so don't freak out if he's a little weird at first.” Reader raised a brow at him but before she could say something Xolo was pushing the door open. Walking in they were met with a pretty clean and comfortable room. It wasn't the usual set but it was very similar. The vibe was warm and friendly. A splash of oranges and reds filled the room in different things. Fuzzy red bean bags sat on the floor which had a amazing orange and red run underneath.
A few mics were laid around the room as well. A huge set of high-quality and expensive camera equipment. She could only guess that most of the other stuff behind the camera was their streaming equipment. Besides all of that stuff along with a few detective pieces, that was all the room had inside it.
Except for the person sitting in one of the chairs scrolling on his phone before looking up at them. Jacob grinned and shot up from his chair, throwing his phone back into the seat before walking over to them.
“Yo!! Man, you made it right on time I was just about to text you.” he gave the other guy a small side hug. Xolo laughed at his excitement saying “Yeah it's no big deal, I was just waiting for Reader to get here. I wanted to make sure she was able to find her way here. Didn't want her getting lost or anything, plus it gave up a minute to talk.” Jacob only blinked at him. His grin disappeared and was pulled into more of a small smile with a hint of flatness. The look made Reader want to say something but the words caught in her throat.
She had never meet Jacob before and almost all of what she knew about him was from Xolo. Colo talked about him quiet a bit in their texts to each other. It was pretty normals seeing as the two where such good friends and had been on the same show and set for so long now. Their friendship seemed sweet. She couldn't deny that in some of her free time she had sat down and watched a few interview clips of the two friends together. Their friendship was strong and she loved that for them.
Seeing Jacob in person was a whole new experience for her. She didn't exactly expect to feel what she was now feeling. Her cheeks heated up a little at the new feeling of closeness between them.
Jacob was both cute and hot all at once. He was extremely attractive up close and personal. Maybe it was just different then looking at him in some pictures or in a few videos online. Seeing him up close made her see a lot more. His eyes, his nose, ears and brows. All of those stuck out to her in a good way.
In some way her mind tried to rip those thoughts from her consciousness.
Two sets of eyes were on her and for once she felt a little nervous.
In a weak attempt to get the attention off of her for a moment she interjected into their conversation “So are you guys ready to sit down and record this thing?” both boys grinned at her and nodded.
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Reader couldn't stop laughing at the boys and their silly games. The two were constantly cracking jokes throughout the stream. Every weird little comment and joke had her stomach twisting up in laughter. She had to cover her face for a minute as they all busted out laughing at something Jacob said a moment before.
The laughter slowly died down and soon they were all sitting in a nice calm atmosphere.
“So Reader now that we are getting into this, what has been your favorite role so far?” Xolo asked. Reader gave a small hum before thinking back to all of her past film roles. One of her favorites came to mind but before she could say it Jacob was blurting out his own answer.
“Mine had to be your character Missy from Sweet Dreams with Love. Amazing acting on your part and you pulled it off perfectly. I watched it like fine times, it's one of my favorite movies too.” his voice filled with a hint of excitement. Readers fave heated up a little bit. That was such a old movie that she had stared in. It was actually one of the first gigs she ever got.
Xolo leaned over in his chair a little “Oh so you know some of Reader's work then?” he said into the mic.
Jacob snorted saying “Yeah, Sweet Dreams with Love, Voice from Above, Ran Faster, She Sleeps at Dawn. I even watched that one show, Meet me at Freddy's that she was in for a while.” his voice started ti get a little more pitched as he went on “Her character type that she plays is just so good, and she plays them perfectly in my opinion. When I hear she's in something new I always just hope she's playing the same character type because it fits her as an actress so perfectly.” he sat back in his seat.
Readers face felt like it was now on fire with what she had just heard.
She couldn't believe that Jacob was a fan of her work like that. Hearing him talk about her and even the work she had been in made her feel all bubbly inside. She didn't expect him to name so many movies and tv shows. A feeling of warmth sped through her chest at the new information.
Xolo laughed loudly while putting his hands up “Wow okay so apparently our boi Jacob might just be a super fan guys. I'm learning something every day with this guy.”
“Don't make it sound weird man-”
“No no for Reader’s sake I will stop before you start fanboying again. You might start drooling on her or something, or worst try and hunp her leg in the studio. I don't want to see that and I doubt out views do either.” Xolo says pointing at the camera with a smirk. Jacob slumps back with slightly pink cheeks. His eyes rolling as he looks away from them for a split second. He's right back to his regular self only seconds later, cracking a joke not even a minute latter and making them laugh.
The rest of the show is spent talking and joking, having a good conversation about Reader's life and career.
But all that talking doesn't stop Reader from feeling all warm. Her eyes strayed from Xolo and the camera a bit too much. Instead they found their way to Jacob. Watching every slight movement he made. Like her brain was taking notes for something later. She didn't know why but the more she looked at him the more she questioned him.
She wanted to know more about him. What he liked and didn't. What his hobbies where and his favorite places to go.
She wanted to know if he really did like her characters.
Because if he truly did, then he would like her seeing as almost all of her characters were almost always tailored to herself. Every character that she ever tried to audition for was similar to her in some way. Her one flaw in acting was not being able to play characters she couldn't really relate to or channel. It was just one of her quirks.
Reader didn't really remember when the podcast ended but soon enough it was just her and Jacob left in the room.
Colo had already taken off after the stream had ended and he claimed to be going home to work on editing some stuff with it. This left her and Jacob alone. They cleaned up a bit before heading out together. The walk to the parking lot was a bit quiet. It was almost as if both of them were a bit embarrassed by what had just taken place inside. They walked side by side as they reached the main part of the lot. The silent was there and caused Reader to flake a little. Any thoughts of asking him about a thing faded. She realized that this was just a one time thing and the chance that Jacob would try to contact her again was-
“Hey so I hope me…sating all of that stuff on stream didn't creep you out. I guess I just get really passionate sometimes. I really do like your movies.” Jacob said while looking over to her. His face was serious, not like the humorous grin he was wearing almost the whole stream.
“No no! I'm actually happy that you like my work so much! It can be hard to tell sometimes if people like my acting or if they just like the movies I'm in. It's nice to know you liked, well me, in them. It's kinda refreshing I guess.” she couldn't help the small part of her that was insecure about her roles. It was hard for an actress like her to know if people liked her work due to her size sometimes. It was a pretty common topic that came up, she hated it. But it was still something she had to deal with.
Jacob seemed to almost understand where she was coming from.
“Yeah no I love you work! You do such an amazing job with your characters. Your also just a really good actress, and well a good person too I guess.” his voice cut out a little at the end. He was definitely hiding something. Reader raised a brow which had the guy every so slightly panicked.
“Okay so maybe I have watched a few interviews you have done and you were real nice. And you're super cute too so I mean you can't blame me for wanting to go watch some videos with you in them, can you?” his eyes meet hers. For a minute they just stood there looking at each other.
She couldn't help but smile at him “No I can't, that's very sweet of you.” Jacob’s look of panic eases at her words.
“Hey um why don't you take this.” Reader fumbled in her pocket for a minute. Feeling around she found what she was looking for. Pulling out a small piece of paper and shoving it into Jacob’s hand. He looks down at his hand in question. Before he could ask her what the paper was she had already started jogging away.
“Just call me okay? Or text me!?” her voice carried through the parking lot before she was out of sight. Jacob could only watch as she ran off. He looked down at his hand and flipped the piece of paper around only to find a business card with her name and number. He smirked to himself before slapping the light card around on his other palm.
He mumbled to himself “And Xolo told me I was being too much of a fanboy, well fanboy got the girls number so…” he laughed a little, giving the empty parking lot one last look before heading home for the day.
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hi <3 can you do dad!matty and daughter!reader and shes dealing with her first heartbreak?
you’re all i need
Matty Healy + Teen!Daughter!reader (ft The 1975)
warnings: cheating, men, some language
a/n: HI! i’m back again. thank you to the LOVELY anon who requested this. I hope you enjoy! Also - ty to everyone who has sent a request! I promise you I will get to ALL of them as soon as i can. anywhoooo i like how this one turned out and i hope u like :)
The boys never heard the bus pulling up to the house. It wasn't until the front door slammed that they realized you were home. They were all in the kitchen talking when you arrived. Usually - especially if they're all home - you would run straight to all of them and talk and rant about your day. But this time it was noticeable that you were acting quite different.
“Hi, darling!” Your father yelled from the kitchen.
You gave a solemn, “Hey.” before running upstairs as quickly as possible, trying to not let them see your tear-stained face.
“You okay?” Adam asked.
You continued your trek upstairs, never once looking at them.
“Yeah just tired.”
That fact that you didn't run straight to them was a huge giveaway, but the slight crack in your voice set off an alarm in all of them.
They all exchanged looks. Some of worry, and some of confusion. Matty sighed before putting his drink down on the table.
“I’ll be right back he said.” And he made his way up to you.
…
Your biggest pet peeve in the entire world is when your dad didn't knock on your door. He learned his lesson several times and always made a point to knock ever since you yelled at him for it, but this time he just opened it without a knock or anything, afraid you might have been hiding something.
The door swung open and revealed you sitting on the other side of your bed, phone in hand, with tears threatening to spill out again.
You whipped away the tears as normally as you could, trying to not track any attention. “Hi.” He said, almost comically. You replied with a small “Hi.”
“How was school?” he said, starting to make his way into your room.
“Fine.” You quipped.
“Fine?”
You just nodded and let out a slight hm, trying to move this convo along as fast as possible.
He shook his head.
“Well, we both know that’s bull shit.”
You sighed and stood up to face him, ushering out the door. “Dad, I just don’t want to talk about it.” Tears fully falling out again. He put his hands on your shoulders urging you to sit on the bed.
“If you’re this hurt about it darling, I think we should.” You gave up and fell onto the bed, your face hiding in your pillows.” He slowly sat down next to you, asking “Is it about school?” while doing so.
“No.” You said the sound being muffled by your pillows.
“Friends?” He asked stroking your back, coaxing you to come out.
“No!” you yelled into the pillows.
“Issac?”
You didn’t respond, which let your dad too his answer.
“Ahhhh…jackpot.” He said.
You just sighed.
“Bad date?”
“No.”
“Lovers quarrel?”
“Not exactly.”
Matty didn't want to say what he was about to say but he had to make sure…
“Did you guys…do something you weren’t supposed to?”
“Dad!” You yelled while sitting up.
He put his hands up in defense. “I just have to make sure.”
You slumped against the headboard. “Come on, darling. You tell me everything! That shouldn't stop because of guy stuff. I am a guy! I can help you out.”
You just continued to cry. By now you were full on sobbing. It took your dad back. Whatever was happening, he now knew it was serious. You fell into him and sobbed into his shirt. “Woah, honey. What happened.”
“He cheated on me.” You managed to say during sobs.
“What?” Your father was completely shocked.
You sat up again before speaking. “A girl came up to me during lunch. She told me that she and Issac had been dating for a month. He told her that he broke up with me a while ago, but found out the truth from a friend and she felt bad so she wanted to tell me.” You let out a small sniffle.
“Oh, honey. Have you talked to him?” He asked.
“Yeah. At first, he was all defensive. He said that he could have any other girl he wanted but he chose to stay with me and that I should be thankful. He started yelling and when he finally admitted it I asked why and he said ‘Because at least she lets me fuck her.’ and stormed off.”
The door immediately opened revealing Ross storming inside, George tying to hold him back, and Adam, Carly, and Jamie all behind them still trying to process everything they’ve been hearing. “What?!” Ross said, almost breaking down the door.
“Really?!” Matty said.
“We were worried.” Ross shrugged.
“This ain’t your business mate, fuck off.”
This time, George chimed in. “She’s our niece and goddaughter. If she comes home sobbing her eyes out, we're gonna convey some worry.”
This was getting too much for you. You yelled very loudly, trying to get them to all stop. “Enough! Everyone out! Please I just want to be alone.”
Matty sighed and kissed the top of your head before heading out. “As you wish.” He said. He ushered the others to leave while silently yelling at Ross.
…
Matty was sitting on the couch watching some trash reality TV show when he decided it was time for him to head up to bed. It was pretty late, everyone had gone home well before, and he was ready to pass out. He hasn't spoken to you since when you came home, other than sending a small text asking if you wanted any food to which you did not reply. As he walked upstairs and past your room, he heard quiet sniffles coming behind your door. He opened the door slightly, and peaked his head through. “Baby?” he asked. He saw you curled up in bed with tears streaming down your face, with a vinyl playing silently in the corner of your room. “Oh, my love.” He said. Immediately sitting on the bed and scooping you up into his arms.
You were a fucking wreck. You couldn't get Issac out of your mind. You couldn't help but think that you were dumb enough to waste almost a year of your life on someone who ended up probably never caring about you. Your head was swerling with thought, and Matty caught you right in the nick of time.
You cried into his arms. “It hurts, Daddy.” You said.
He brushed your hair back and laid you back down on the bed, tucking you in and lying next to you. “Oh, my sweet girl.”
“Why was I so stupid?”
This is what Matty feared, that you would blame some prick's biggest mistake on yourself. “You are not stupid.” He said.
“Yes, I am. I’m a stupid girl who was convinced someone loved her.” You said, crying into his chest.
“Hey! For the last time, you are not stupid. You are the wisest, kindest, most beautiful, and charming soul I have ever laid my eyes upon. And some bloke named Issac is stupid and blind and couldn’t see the absolute gift he had in front of him.”
Your cries turned into quite sniffles. “This will pass. Eventually. I promise you.”
“How do you know? You’ve been cheated on before?”
He laughed a little. “No. I’m the one who did the cheating.”
You looked up at him. “What? Dad!”
“I know. I was an idiot who was not worthy of someone's love - someone who you will never know about -”
You rolled your eyes.
“So that’s how I know for sure that Issac is an idiot who didn't see the absolute gift he had in front of him because I was that same idiot.”
You stayed quiet, not entirely sure of what to say. Matty caught sight of something on your nightstand.
“Did you eat that whole gallon of ice cream?”
“I just got cheated on. Give me a fucking break.”
“I’m not judging.” He said, smiling.
“I thought that’s what you're supposed to do during a break up. Eat ice cream and listen to Taylor Swift non-stop.”
“That’s one way of doing it.”
“I can’t stop listening to ‘Death by a Thousand Cuts’”
“I don’t think that’s very healthy.”
You smiled. “What can I say, I’m obsessed with your ex-girlfriend.”
“Okay, that’s enough.” he said, getting out of bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed and tucked you in again. “You okay? For right now at least?”
“Yeah. You made it better.”
He smiled. You continued.
“And Taylor did too.”
“I’m leaving.” He said, turning away. You laughed hysterically.
“You fumbled the bag mate!”
“Goodnight!” he slammed the door, smiling.
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When the next day rolled around you panicked when you realized you slept through your alarm. You checked your phone and saw a text from your dad that he had sent while you were asleep. “No school today. I turned your alarm off last night while you were sleeping. If you wake up be ready to leave by 11. I have to go into the studio today and I want you to come with me.”
You were quiet the entire car ride. Usually, you forced your dad to give you aux rights but this time you sat in sullum silence as you watched rural Londen pass you by. Your dad definitely noticed but he didn’t want to push you into a conversation. He knew you were very fragile at the moment and whenever you were uncomfortable you retreated to your little shell so to speak like you were doing now. He didn't want to ruin that, so he left you alone.
When you arrived at the studio you took a deep breath before getting out of the car. Your dad wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your head as you both walked in together. You were greeted with Ross who was sitting in one of the lounge chairs right by the door. All of them have been briefed by Matty. He sent a text saying, ‘Baby is coming w/ today. She’s still heartbroken. Try to make her less heartbroken. She’ll prob cry every 2 minutes so be prepared.’ Ross had his usual chipper attitude that he only ever showed when he was around you. “Hey! There’s our favorite girl!” he opened his arms wide awaiting a hug from you. You smiled a little bit and accepted it. “How’ve ya been?” he asked pulling away. “Very shitty.” You replied while wiping away a few tears that had escaped during the hug. “Yeah, getting your heart broken will do that to you.” You shrugged and smiled. George came up to you next, offering his drumsticks. “Feeling like hitting something?” You shrugged then replied, “Yeah actually.” he smiled. “Go for it.”
Once you were behind the other side of the glass getting a beat going, George spoke up. “So, when are we killing him?”
Adam laughed before adding, “We’re not killing a kid.”
“Why not? He broke our girl's heart.”
Ross chimed in too. “We have his address and phone number and an array of kitchen knives, I say we give it a go. Right, Matty?”
Your father was just watching you play, as always mesmerized by your talents at such a young age. “As much as it’s entertaining, y/n wouldn’t want it.”
Ross clicked his tongue. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Matty turned to the boys.
“We’ll just give him dirty looks every time we pick y/n up from school.”
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Things that surprised me as a European tourist in the United States
This is based on my experience as a Spaniard traveling to the United States (specifically New York City and Washington, D. C.).
Like many people around the world, I have grown up in contact with U.S. culture through literature, film, and music, so I didn't experience much cultural shock, but some things still surprised me.
All vehicles (cars, trucks, school buses...) are huge! Most cars are pickup trucks or SUVs. The most common brands came from the United States, but I also saw many Japanese cars, especially Nissan and Toyota (mostly Prius, USAmericans seem to love this model 😂).
Customer service is great, not only in restaurants or places where one is expected to leave a tip but also in museums and subway stations.
I heard many different languages spoken by locals, including Mandarin, Russian, and Spanish, as well as European languages spoken by tourists, such as French, German, and Portuguese. (I think that this is mostly the case in big cities, and especially NYC.) In general, the United States is more ethnically diverse than that in Europe, or at least Spain.
People wear face masks more often, although I guess that this is transient due to flu season. Still, way fewer people wear them in Spain.
Taxes are not included in the price. (I was aware of this but used to forget about it at first.)
Toilets are not as deep as in Europe (the water is really close to your butt 😖), and many flush automatically. Public restrooms always have seat covers but normally do not have a toilet lid.
The doors are really heavy! No wonder many people (mostly men) held them open for me. I once had to throw myself against the door to open it. What is the deal with doors in the U.S.? (Is it a NYC thing only?)
People were quite loud (and this is coming from someone who grew up in a country that is renowned for how loud we talk) and played music/videos without headphones in the subway 😑
Cops are surprisingly chill despite the reputation that they have. A guy was insulting a couple of them from across the subway platform, and they just smiled and waved at him. In Spain, it is a crime to insult a police officer, so I was surprised that they were so chill about the whole situation.
On that note, there were a lot of cops around the city at all times (even at 5 a.m.). I counted nine of them in Penn Station!
Drivers honk all the time because of every minor inconvenience. On Thanksgiving Day, there were a lot of traffic jams, and people were honking as if that would magically clear the streets... And, of course, if one person honked, the rest honked as well, so walking on the street on the main avenues was really deafening 😐
Traffic lights are quite far away from where cars have to stop.
Fire truck sirens are really loud and sound like emergency alarm systems. (It reminded me of those TikTok videos ranking them.)
People say "Excuse me" in the subway when going in or out, which was a nice change from the shoving and pushing I'm used to in Madrid.
I saw a lot of people carrying around huge reusable water bottles. (Here's an explanation for why USAmericans drink so much.)
People called me "Ma'am" instead of "Miss". I know it's the polite way to address people, but it was very weird 😂
New Yorkers (maybe USAmericans in general) love to use cardinal directions (north, south, east, west) when giving directions. Someone once told me, "Go west on Broadway" and I was like "I have trouble orienting myself when I use Google Maps, do you think I know which direction I'm going in at all times??".
There are lots of caution signs about worker safety on construction sites, both in English and Spanish, which leads me to think that there are many work accidents 🤔
As a solo female traveler, I was a bit concerned about my security in a city that I have heard is dangerous and in a country where mass shootings are a relatively normal occurrence (unfortunately), but I felt mostly safe. I was surprised to see many posters that read, "If you see something, say something".
Related to the above, I was shocked to see "This is a gun free zone" posters in public places and "No guns allowed" posters on supermarket doors.
I was really surprised to see ads with phone numbers with words in them, like the one below. After doing some research, I discovered they are called vanity numbers and are easier for people to remember. (If, like me, you're wondering how to dial these numbers, apparently you just press the number that corresponds to the letter on the keypad.)
I smelled marijuana everywhere! Although illegal in Spain, you can also smell it sometimes, but it seemed ubiquitous in NYC. (I personally hate the smell, which is why I noticed.)
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(Okaayyy since the votes of the pole I did said that you guys wanted a oneshot/imagine of Spencer I made a very short one but I hope you guys liked it and if you did please tell me❤️)
Spencer x f!Reader
Angst?
One-shot!
(702 words - I know it’s short sorryyy)
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I think I’m obsessed
I sat in the cold depressing room on my own. I knew he was coming, I was waiting for him to come, and he knew that. He knew I loved him, that I would be there for him, that I would protect him, that I would die for him, that I would kill for him. He thought I was crazy, I was. I was crazy for him, his brown eyes, his curly brown hair, his long veiny fingers, but most of all his intelligence. God his brain could make go crazy. The way he would stand if front of the class, spitting out all the knowledge he had, with extra facts on the side.
The door swings open and there he was. Spencer Reid. My Spencer Reid. I instantly smile when he enters “Professor what a surprise to see you here”, he didn’t laugh, had we been in a different situation he might have. But this was different. Because I wasn’t in his office or in the library with him like usually, no, I was one of the interrogation rooms of his old work place, the BAU, where his old colleagues still work. Of course I knew all of them before they knew me, especially Jennifer Jareau or as Spencer would call her JJ. I hated her. Spencer would often talk about her, and how much he missed her, talking to her, hugging her, just being around her he missed. It hurt. What was so special about her that it made me not be special? I had planned for her to be next but it never happened, she is lucky.
“Why? Why did you do any of this?” he asked me in a pleading tone, his eyes dropped with dark circles around them. He looked tired, I hope he gets some rest after this, I know he has a lot of essays to look through and 23 lessons he needs to plan. My poor Spence. “They were getting between us professor, they were trying to take you away from me, I can’t let that happen. You don’t know how some girls flirt, but I know” I tell him, I knew they wanted him just as bad as I did, they made it too obvious, if they hadn’t they might still be alive today, but it’s their own fault. They wanted what was mine, and I am very protective of my things.
“W-what do you mean they were coming between us?! There is no us!!! You’re my student and I’m your teacher!!! It’s inappropriate, I would never risk my career for you!!” that almost made me laugh, he did that often. When we would spend time in the library he would tell me all sorts of jokes that would make the librarian hush at us. “Professor don’t be silly, I know you don’t want to have a public relationship with me, but we have a secret one, don’t you remember our first kiss?” A huge grin spreads on my lips, our first kiss was not that long ago. It was after a class and he asked me to stay to talk about my essay I wrote on “two unsub relations” where I focused on if they were in love Bonnie and Clyde style. He was concerned because of the way I wrote it, not that it was a big deal. I just wanted to show him that him and I would be perfect unsubs. I would do get all the information on the victims, get to know everything about them (which I’m very good at if I must say so myself) and he would do the killings then get rid of them, he would know how to do it since he has worked at FBI for almost the same amount of years I’ve been alive. We would be unstoppable.
“That was a mistake!! It should never have happened in the first place!!” He was getting angry. Veins were forming on his forehead and his neck. “Those girls were your classmates, your friends, strangers even!! Why take their life away” for someone with an IQ of 187 he sure did forget easily.
“Don’t you remember professor? I’m obsessed with you”
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hi!!! love your work. was wondering if you could write a randy orton x fem!reader where the reader gets real sick before a big PPV and has a main event match at the PPV, so she gets stubborn and tries to wrestle anyways but randy keeps telling her otherwise? would love some fluff, but angst can also be sprinkled in <3
A BITTERSWEETNESS TO THE AIR
The royal rumble is a huge deal for the entire roster of WWE, no matter which part of it you were on. Everybody wanted to be in it, because anybody truly had a chance to have their Wrestlemania moment, something everyone in the entire wrestling industry seemed to yearn for.
This year, you had gotten a spot- a good one too, number 22. Also this year, you seemed to coincidentally come down with the worst cold to have ever graced this earth the night before.
Racked with shivers all night- thank god Randy had been on Smackdown the night prior and had to go on a different plane, landing in an airport halfway across the state. By the time your sore throat forced you up, Randy was already driving to the arena in the cheapest rental car available. And with no Randy, that meant no one to hold you accountable for bad decisions. Not that he made very good decisions all the time, but at least he usually stopped your bad ones.
So here you were, driving to the arena- shaky hands, tired eyes and all. Luckily it wasn’t much of a drive, you had booked a pretty close hotel to the arena, but not close enough for it to be expensive. Pushing out of the driver's seat of your own cheap rental and slamming the door shut, blurred vision and congested sinuses quickly making you stumble and pause for a bit in your spot, gripping onto the side of the car for support. After the small pause, you unlock the trunk and heave the couple duffle bags with much more difficulty than you should’ve had.
With a tight smile, you thank the staff members holding the door open with a raise of your hand.
”Ready for a long night?” The staff member asked from behind you, still standing by the door, now closed. Surprised by the sudden voice, you turn back and raise your eyebrows in their direction. Your ears ached and ringed as they repeated their question.
”Oh, yeah! Yeah, definitely. Long but worth it.” You answered, voice much more nasally than usual as you smile at them. They were quick to become concerned at the sound of your voice, asking if you were all right. You nodded quickly.
“Just a small cold- some warm tea and lemon, and I’ll be alright.” With another tight smile and nod, wishing them luck in their work for the night, you followed the arrows directing you to the lockerrooms.
“Hey!” A voice cheerfully calls, your name sounding after. With a want to do nothing else but sit down for even just five seconds you reluctantly turn from the door, shoulders dropping as you put on a small smile for the sweet, smiling girl.
”Hey, Molly.” You say, trying not to sigh through your words. Much like the former staff member, Molly Holly seems to notice your sickness as soon as you talk.
“Oh Jeez, are you sick? But you’re in the rumble!” She exclaimed, somehow still happy through all of her worry.
“I’m fine, promise. Really.” You ramble off the same excuse used on the other staff member, but it didn’t seem to work as well on Molly Holly. She reluctantly nodded, taking a step back from you.
”…Alright. Y’know Randy’s here, I just saw him a second ago! I can grab him if you want?” Before Molly was even able to finish, you were rapidly shaking your head, eyes grown wide.
“Oh, no no no,” You shook your hands out in front of you, an awkward chuckle falling from your lips. “No, that's ok. He’s-hes busy and I gotta get ready and…stuff.” With another awkward chuckle and a stumbled, quick goodbye you pushed into the locker room, leaving Molly very confused in the hallway.
Sitting in the first available spot that met your eyes and beginning to rummage through your duffle bags, your other fellow superstars looked on anxiously at your state. With much trouble, you began the hard process of ring gear (specially made for the royal rumble and even more troublesome than usual) and just about gave up halfway through before declaring it was time to take a break, half dressed.
Falling back against the lockers you sat against and closing your eyes with a sigh in your half-clothed state, the door practically rips from the hinges.
”Randy!”
”You can’t be in here, what the hell!”
”Oh my god!!”
Screams tore through the locker room, all of which Randy seemed to ignore. He marched his way towards your form, now leaning up on your elbows and trying your best to look up at him through sore eyes.
“May I help you there?”
“Yes,” He stated, quite aggressively, tagging your name on. “You can. Why the hell did you not tell anyone you’re sick?” Rolling your eyes with a groan, you sat up against the back of the locker.
”Randy, I think I can make it through a cold for a chance at a title at Wrestlemania.” Looking up at him with a snarky look as he moved a bit closer, gently taking the back of your neck in one hand and holding the palm of his other against your forehead, he exclaimed your name.
”You’re fuckin’ burnin’ alive, baby, christ!” He pulled you in closer to him, resting your head to his stomach. The relief of all of his cold against your warm face, your eyes close with the first good sigh of the day.
“You’re just cold from walkin’ around in a speedo all day long, weirdo.” You mutter (even though you also have no pants on), leaning into his warmth. The hand on the back of your head starts to stroke your head, your own hand moving to rest of his leg. Randy ignores your comment, shaking his head down at you before he starts to speak, starting with your name in a warning tone.
“We’re going to go see the medics.” You look up at him with a glare but he gives you a scornful look with raised eyebrows, stopping you from speaking.
“And you’re going to take some medicine. Then I’m going to go talk to someone and get you out of the rumble.” Randy spoke as softly as it seemed he could, knowing how much it would suck to be in your position. Unable to find any words you only close your eyes again and rest your forehead back against his stomach.
“Okay?” He asks. You nod against him, whispering an okay back. He plants a soft kiss to the top of your head before moving away and grabbing the pair of sweatpants you had just taken off to help you put them back on. He walks you down the halls as you sulk, rubbing your shoulder through the itchy material of the top of your ring gear.
The doctor was quick to declare you not healthy enough to compete (as if it wasn’t already obvious) and moved onto their next patient from the match that had just ended quite shortly, leaving you to sulk further on top of the cushioned table.
“I’m telling you this with all of the love in my heart,” Randy started, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you to him. Your head finds his shoulder with a soft bump, breath meeting his neck. “You wouldn’t have won in the condition you’re in. You could barely walk here, you’ve got the highest fever I’ve ever goddamn heard of. You wouldn’t have won.” He pauses, holding you close to him. “But next year,” With another pause he puts his hands on either side of your face, bringing your forehead to his. Noticing the glare of tears framing your eyes, his hands grasp softly at your head, giving you a small, playful shake. “Next year, you’re gonna rock them out of the fucking park, baby. You hear me?” He asks with a little smirk. With a wavering smile and a couple sniffles, you give him a small nod, barely noticeable. He pulls you back into his chest with a hand moving to hold you close once more. With a choked sob, you bury into his shoulder with hands grasping at his back.
“I know.” You muffled into his shoulder, the both of you rocking back and forth. “I know, this just sucks. So fuckin’ much, n now I have to wait a whole ‘nother year, n I’ve already waited so, so fucking long, Randy.”
He pulls you from his neck, placing your head to his, cheek-to-cheek. He nods, almost forcing you to do the same against him. “Yeah. Yes, it's terrible, but this is just the universe saying not yet. And next year, you’ll be better, and nothing will ever stop you. Nothin’, so let's get this cold gone, okay?” Randy pulls away from you for the final time to help you off the table with an offering hand.
Taking his hand in yours, you walk back to the locker room to grab your stuff with your head held high and a small smile but tear-filled eyes. Laying against a disgusting and sort of scratchy sofa somewhere backstage, Randy leaves you to compete in the royal rumble very bitter sweetly, and you try to sleep with many thoughts clouding your mind- to find a way to be better, to be the best, to grow as an individual outside and inside of wrestling. A smile graces your face with one final thought- these people better be fucking ready next year, cause they sure as hell weren’t this one.
look at me go! sorry this took me so long but also i used you instead of y/n for the first time and i feel like my frontal lobe has developed (it absolutely has not) and omg not molly holly ratting you outttt
Set in 2004 idk y i just chose a year and i felt like that one ig
Techincally gender-neutral bc everything I write is, but a bit of a nod to being afab with randy not being wanted in the locker room.
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