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moonctzeny · 4 years

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Baby

au+trope+prompt game: college!au Jaehyun + fake dating + it’s just so hard not to fall in love with you

pairing: jung jaehyun x fem!reader x asshole!yuta

other members as background characters: yuta, mark, johnny, jungwoo

genre: angst, smut

word count: 9,124

warnings: abusive relationship, toxic behaviour

summary: “When Yuta breaks your heart for the millionth time, you meet Jaehyun, freshly broken up and looking for revenge. You decide to start fake dating to get back on your exes, but your plan takes an unexpected turn. You fall in love.”

a/n: I really don’t like putting yuta in a negative light like that it’s just for the fic’s sake! also I literally used the name Naeun as Jaehyun’s ex because I think it’s SUCH a pretty name, NO correlation whatsoever to any korean celebrity named naeun!

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You knew it was wrong.

Looking through your boyfriend’s, Yuta’s, phone while he took a shower, was the arguably the tackiest thing you have ever done.

He was always distant lately, only seeming to make time for a booty call, and at first, you blamed your hectic schedule. Your major was demanding, to say the least, so when Yuta suggested that you replace your dates with some “quality time” at his dorm, you had no objections. You didn’t know that he also meant ignoring your calls, canceling on you at the last minute to meet up with his frat brothers, and keeping your relationship strictly between four walls and two naked bodies.

The thought of him meaning more to you than you meant for him ate you away. It creeped in your mind while you heard the water running from your shower, and lead your fingertips to tap in the password of his phone.

Opening his messaging app, you recognize his best friends’ icons in a group chat consisting of his frat members. You scrolled up, ignoring the latest massages regarding a party that the frat would be throwing in two weeks. You started to feel guilty, not exactly sure what you were looking for, when you saw your name at the screen.

m0rklee[00:10]: @yutassanhyung, i saw your girl today at the supermarket! why didn’t you tell her about the party next Sunday?

you[00:12]: what girl lol

m0rklee[00:13]: y/n?? i thought you guys were together?

you[00:12]: nahh

fairyteil[00:15]: eyy @yutassan if you’re done with her i know a couple guys who wanna hit it too

you[00:16]: be my guest haha

you[00:16]: don’t get me wrong she was bad when we met but shit is getting kinda stale

tenoutoften[00:17]: aren’t you on your way to her place lol

you[00:17]: hey hey pussy is pussy

Was that all you were to him? Pussy?

Yuta called you special, he called you yours. He didn’t like it when you were talking to other guys. He ripped your lingerie set because he didn’t want anyone else to ever see you in it but him. And then he dared to go around and call you a fling?

You heard the water stop running and knew you didn’t have much time until you had to face him, the thought alone making you sick.

You didn’t bother to lock his phone again, leaving the chat that made you so upset open. Grabbing your keys and a jacket, you left your place and hoped that Yuta would get the message and get the fuck out of there before you came back.

Your legs walked on their own accord, your memory leading you to the only place where you knew you’d find any sort of comfort. When Johnny opened his door, tears were already streaming down your face. He took the open tequila bottle you were holding and pulled you in for a hug. He smelled like weed and beer, and after hearing the “Is that the pizzas?”, you realized that your best friend wasn’t alone.

You quickly wiped your cheeks and fixed your sex hair that Yuta messed up, trying your best to look presentable. Johnny put a hand on your back and lead you to his living room. Jungwoo, your and Johnny’s friend from high school, was sprawled out on the couch, a little disappointed after seeing that you were, in fact, not the pizzas. Next to him, drowning in a bean bag, was Jaehyun. You didn’t really know him very well other than the fact that he took the same major as Johnny, so you felt a little insecure looking as messy as you did right now. His eyes were red, just like the other men’s, but you could swear his eyelashes looked a little damp.

Jungwoo’s words were muffled by the barbecue chips he was munching away.

“Yoo y/n, I didn’t know you were coming!”

You placed the tequila bottle on the table,

“Yeah, Woo, figured you wanted something to drink”

“Move” Johnny murmured to him, but he only stretched and sighed dramatically, shoving a handful of chips in his mouth.

“I don’t need a drink I need food. I’m hungry and I got the munchies”

Johnny grabbed his ankle and with impressive ease, dragged Jungwoo to the floor. The taller man sat on the couch, on the side next to Jaehyun and you followed his lead, letting a grumpy Jungwoo lean his head on your knees. Taking the lit joint from Jaehyun’s fingers, Johnny turned his attention back on you.

“So tell me chica” he said and took a hit, “who do I have to beat up?”

“Yuta”, you grumbled, “I’m ghosting this motherfucker”

You felt the vibrations on your lap when Jungwoo started talking.

“What did he do this time? Didn’t I tell you not to get involved with stupid frat boys?”

You started petting his hair, the softness comforting under your fingers.

“Apparently I’m not ‘bad’ enough for him anymore” you replied, throwing air quotes and rolling your eyes.

“Whaaaaat” Johnny drew out with a cough after taking a particularly deep inhale from the blunt, “you’re like the baddest bitch I know. Even now, that you’re all puffy from crying and smell like his dick”

You hit his shoulder, almost dropping the joint he was passing to Jungwoo, embarrassed that he would say something like that in front of Jaehyun, an almost stranger to you.

“I don’t know, man” Jungwoo started, and you could hear the smile on his face, “when girls cry it’s kinda hot”

You were contemplating how many hairs of his you should rip out of his scalp when the telecom rang, assumably by the pizza delivery man.

“Saved by the bell”, Jungwoo muttered to himself and got up quickly to open the door. While the youngest paid for the pizzas, Johnny held your hand, a bit guilty for his words earlier. He had a mischievous smirk and kept shifting his gaze between you and Jaehyun, who had been sitting in silence ever since you got here, occasionally smiling at your friends’ teasing.

“Fuck Yuta, man. You should find a nice guy to treat you well and fuck you even better y’know?” he started, and patted his buddy roughly on the back, “Like Jae over here”

Your eyes widened and you instinctively glanced at Jaehyun, ears a deep red and a matching shocked look on his face.

You cleared your throat, “No offense, but, like, aren’t you practically married to this girl-uhhh what’s her name again? Naeun?”

To someone who wasn’t listening to your conversation, it must have seemed like you tased him, or brought up a painful childhood memory, or asked him if he’d be willing to lick a lemon after washing his teeth. He looked away from you, and turned his attention to his nails, ripping a cuticle off in deep concentration. His voice was so quiet when he finally spoke, that you barely heard him. “I broke up with her, actually.. Like, three hours ago”

Guilt washed over you in an instant, not knowing that you scratched a wound so fresh. You wanted to apologize and even ask if you should leave the three alone, when Jungwoo grabbed the Tequila bottle and crashed on the couch clumsily between you and Johnny.

“Fuck love!”, he yelled, “let’s get wasted”

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You stared at the empty José Cuervo bottle rising up and down Johnny’s chest with every one of his snores. He was laid out on his couch, his tall height taking up all of its entirety, leaving Jungwoo passed out on the floor. Jaehyun followed your eyes and smiled at Johnny’s sleeping face, mouth open and tongue spilling out.

After the 4th shot, you found out that Jae was a pretty decent guy. He let you rant about Yuta while your friends were busy trying to see who could eat a large pizza by himself the fastest. You told him all about how you never went on dates anymore, how you looked through his phone after having sex, and the text conversation you found earlier tonight. He listened carefully, without judgment, and after smoking some more of Johnny’s staff, he opened up to you about his relationship with Naeun.

Or rather, how he found her fucking his roommate on his own bed.

You always thought of these two as what they call a ‘power couple’. Valedictorian meets basketball all-star, they graduate and have beautiful babies, while all the rest of us mortals can do is admire from afar. You would have never guessed the toxicity, constant cheating and manipulation that Jaehyun was recounting. You bonded over stories about cancelled dates, emotional distancing and feeling like you’re always the one giving but never receiving. If you were being honest, you would have never expected such emotional depth from a college point guard. He drew you in with his gentleness, and you noticed how different he was from Yuta, who engulfed you with his intensity. You also hated how even now, you were still thinking of him.

Just then, you got his third message for the night:

asshole [03:35]:come on baby don’t ignore mee, me and the guys were just messing around

you [03:36]:stop texting me

you [03:38]:we’re done

You locked your phone, upset and angry, and felt Jaehyun sigh.

“I know I’m falling for her stupid games, but I just want to get back at her y’know? Show her what she’s missing, that type of thing”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. During the past hours, you weighted all the possible ways you could make Yuta regret ever taking you for granted.

He was so charming that he could get laid with anyone he wanted (and probably did, even when you were ‘dating’), but even after what he said to Taeil, you knew that he hated the thought of anyone else fucking you. He wanted your body to be his, without having to deal with the commitment that came with that privilege.

You thought about fucking one of his frat buddies, but that would get you from being called ‘Yuta’s girl’ to ‘ΘΨΩ’s cumslut’, and your self esteem couldn’t take that blow.

Jaehyun’s deep voice interrupted your train of thoughts.

“Maybe Johnny’s right”

“Huh? ”

“You should date me”

You blinked at him twice, not knowing what to reply when you saw him wave his hands frantically in front of his face.

“Fake date me! I mean, you should fake date me. Sorry, the weed’s got me a little fucked up”

At first, the idea seemed crazy. Yes, it would make Yuta furious that you were supposedly fucking one of the hottest guys on campus. Yes, Naeun would get mad that she didn’t have Jaehyun’s constant attention that she so craved anymore. Yes, you two might have revealed your deepest insecurities, opened up your hearts to each other all while sharing a bottle of alcohol, but you had never hanged out together without Johnny being present. You had barely hanged out together, period. But wouldn’t that make it even more believable? Two of Johnny’s best friends break up at the same time, meet up at his house and inevitably end up together. You didn’t share the same major, so you wouldn’t have to put up the act too much at college. And with social media, making a fake relationship believable was easier than ever.

asshole [03:42]: fuck you. you think you can find someone better than me?

Drunk and lacking logic, you agreed on the plan, and gave him your number. You had just finished creating the contact on his phone when he suddenly got up and rushed to the bathroom, facing the consequences of the tequila and weed combo.

You passed out on Johnny’s bean bag and when you woke up on Sunday afternoon, Jaehyun was gone.

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You didn’t expect him to text you on Monday, thinking that it was intoxication that gave him the idea of fake dating and made it look brilliant. So when he gave you the address to his dorm, to further discuss your ‘operation’ you were surprised, but determined to succeed.

The plan was simple. You would start tagging each other on your instagram stories, to show people that you were spending time alone. He agreed to pick you up from your lecture on Wednesday, your classes coinciding on neighboring buildings. And for you final act, he’d come with you as your plus one for the frat’s party next Sunday. Mark was nice enough to invite you, after Yuta ‘forgot’ to do it instead, and Naeun, being Taeil’s sister, wouldn’t miss it for the world. It was the perfect opportunity to flaunt your new relationship, all while being on the opponent’s part of the field.

You started off innocently enough. After you and Jaehyun finished brainstorming ideas about the ‘operation’ as he insisted on calling it, he suggested you stay for a movie and some Chinese food. His dorm was cozy, a little messy, maybe, but it fitted his boyish charm. He had a nice collection of vinyls, stating that his favorite one was I. by Cigarettes After Sex. You were a bit taken aback by his love for dreampop and rnb, but the more you got to know him, the more it seemed to fit him nicely. On the wall next to his bed hung a display full of all of his sport trophies. He was known for his basketball skills, but you also saw medals for soccer, track, volleyball. Amongst them all was an English certificate and a spelling bee award. You wondered if he ever felt pressure trying to be so perfect all the time.

The movie was terrible, but Jaehyun managed to entertain you by making silly jokes throughout and mocking the actors’ bad acting. It was the first time you ever saw him crack a joke like that and be willing to contort his handsome features. So much better than the dream boy image he was feigning for everyone, but you didn’t know him well enough to tell him. The movie was halfway done when he picked up his phone and opened a camera app through his Instagram.

“Shouldn’t we take a story? Since we’re together anyways?”

You nodded and scooted closer to him. He was a bit hesitant as he positioned the camera to capture your legs that were touching, a scene from the movie playing in the background. It was a cute picture but nothing indicated that the two of you were more than friends. You pressed the X at the top of the screen to discard the picture, and placed his hand on top of your thigh. You turned around just in time to witness his ears turning into a fuschia pink.

“Is that okay?”

He nodded and regained his cool, taking the picture and tagging you with a red heart next to your username.

A couple hours after leaving his place you texted him, asking if Naeun had replied to his story. He said that unfortunately, the only person who batted an eye was Johnny, replying with a “ 👀 👀 👀 “ .

———————————————————

You met up again the next day, at your apartment this time.

He looked nervous being in a place so foreign to him yet so personal to you, so you decided to turn the lights down to help him relax, insisting that you weren’t trying to seduce him or anything. He laughed at your joke but still looked tense, and you thought that maybe he needed some liquid courage to open up.

“Hey Jae. Want a drink?”

It took him 3 beers to finally loosen up and show you his dimpled grin again. You were sitting on the floor, facing each other and feeling comfortable in the ambience of the room. A Spotify playlist was playing in the background so it would fill up the awkward silence but wouldn’t distract you from your conversation.

“Wait wait wait. So you sleep without a pillowcase?”

“Yeah, didn’t you notice it when you came to my place yesterday?”

“I thought you forgot to do your laundry!”

His laugh was resonating and deep and manly. It made his eyes disappear and his face light up, not that it didn’t anyway - the guy could easily be a skin care ambassador, and you made a mental note to ask him about his moisturizer later.

You followed his gaze to one of your walls. Pictures were filling it up, memories of yourself and your siblings, of your friends from home that you missed, of Johnny and Jungwoo. You felt a little insecure then, comparing them to Jaehyun’s countless medals and awards.

“I’m not good at sports like you, so I have nothing else to hang on my wall”, you laughed awkwardly but he shook his head.

“No, I’m actually jealous of you. Everyone always seems to want to be around you”

“Except Yuta”

“Yuta’s an idiot, then. You are way out of his league anyways.”

You felt yourself turning into a blushing mess and looked for a way to break the awkward silence that followed his comment.

“Wanna share another one?” you asked him, shaking the empty beer bottle on your hand and he nodded. You started getting up when you felt him put a hand on your shoulder and pick up the bottles you had finished up from the table himself. He rinsed them off and put them away to the recycling bag next to your sink, the domesticity of the action making you melt. You watched as he stood on his tiptoes to reach a lager from the top drawer of your fridge, revealing a defined set of abs and two cute dimples on his lower back. You ripped your eyes away immediately, like you were caught doing something illegal, and he walked back to his spot next to you. As soon as he sat down, he groaned and threw his head back.

“The bottle opener was on the kitchen counter. I forgot to bring it”

Without saying a word, you took the beer from his hand and placed the cap in your mouth. It was a party trick that your older brother had taught you when you were 15. After finding a stable indentation on your teeth, you manipulate the rough edges of the cap and pop the beer open. You return the glass bottle to Jaehyun, who’s looking at you incredulously.

“Fuck me, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”, he breaths out and you feel your whole face burning up. You opened and closed your mouth a couple times, trying to register that someone like him thought you were hot, when you felt your phone vibrating, saving you from further embarrassing yourself.

Johnny’s picture lit up on the screen and you mentally prepared yourself for the following conversation. You and Jaehyun decided against telling anyone about your relationship being fake. It’s not that your best friend wasn’t reliable, but if you told Johnny you had to tell Jungwoo, and Jungwoo doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut to save his life.

“John, what’s up”

“Eyy chica what took you so long?”

You looked at Jaehyun who had leaned back against the pillow of your couch and sipped on the beer you would share.

“Yeah sorry I was a little busy”

“Busy.. with Jaehyun?”

You tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but you were still trying to recover from the previous incident.

“Yeah, he’s here”

“Ohh I see, little y/n can’t get enough of Jae’s slam dunks.. I bet he’s teaching you the bank shot, the opening tip, the double dribble, the fast break, the palming.. he sure is great for a rebound-”

You interrupted him, growing tired of his nonstop basketball innuendos.

“Why did you call me Johnny?”

“Damn, sorry, I just wanted to ask you what you wanted for your birthday”

Shit, you forgot about that.

“Just get me whatever, I don’t care, you know how much I hate celebrating anyways. I’ll get the cake myself, so no surprises”

Jaehyun lifted his brows and waited patiently for your call to end before asking:

“What are we celebrating?”

“It’s my birthday on Friday. I’m going to invite a couple people over and Johnny’s already stressing over it. Don’t worry, though, you don’t have to come”

“How can your boyfriend not come to your birthday party?”

You laugh bitterly.

“Well, it’s not like Yuta came last year. To any of my parties for that matter”

“Well, he must have made up to you somehow? Got you a very special gift or something?”

“If you count eating me out as a gift then yes. It was very rare indeed.”

You took the beer from him and took a sip yourself. You noticed he had his eyes glued on his phone, his expression gloomy.

“Is everything okay?”

He snapped out of it at the sound of your voice and turned his phone screen towards you.

It was Naeun, or rather a post on her instagram account. She had her tongue out in the picture, hugging two guys that were unfamiliar to you. You read the caption.

“One day the loser will realize that the diamond he thinks he’s playing with is actually a rock”

Jaehyun mumbled an apology. I guess he thought that you’d be a bit offended being called a ‘rock’ but you were actually feeling satisfied. Your fake relationship had managed to get her attention, and for Jaehyun’s sake, you wanted to rub it in her face even more.

You opened your camera app and placed your phone on the table next to you. He figured what you wanted to do so he sat up straighter and motioned to his lap. You’d normally be a bit hesitant to sit on him if it wasn’t for the two beers and your determination, that had fired up again due to Naeun’s words. Leaning back a bit, you set up the self-timer and he put his hands on your hips to stabilize you.

You had agreed on turning up the boldness of your pics, so you placed your hands on his neck, right under his jawline. He snaked his hands upwards and wrapped them around your waist, bringing you even closer. His eyes were glossy from the alcohol and he looked at you with an impressive calmness, considering the intimacy of your position. It seemed like he was waiting for something, the ticking of the timer urging you to take things a bit further and he nodded, as if giving you permission. You leaned in, and pressed your lips on the corner of his mouth, like you couldn’t decide on kissing his dimple or his lips.

After hearing the click you climbed down from his lap, and prayed that the photo came out in focus. Your heart couldn’t handle another retake. From the angle of the camera, it seemed like you were a couple in love, sharing a sweet kiss on the lips. You added a cute caption and tagged him, so he could repost it later on his own account.

It hadn’t been 5 minutes before your phone lit up.

yutassan replied to your story: what the fuck?

You smiled triumphantly and showed the message to Jaehyun, who laughed at Yuta’s reaction. He gave you an excuse about some forgotten homework and how it was late and he has to go.

“Remember, I’ll pick you up tomorrow from class, so wait for me”

After he left, you thought about your almost kiss and the dimples of his back for way too long.

——————————————————

You exited the classroom with a growing headache. The lesson today seemed extra boring, and all you could think about was that you had to convince Johnny that it really took just three days for Jaehyun and you to officially start dating.

As promised, the pair waited for you at the end of the hallway, your best friend looking at the two of you expectantly. Jaehyun was a good actor, you thought, as he approached you before you got to reach them, meeting you halfway.

“Hey baby”, he smiled at you, the nickname turning your legs into jelly. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder, and kissed your cheek sweetly, making Johnny coo at the two of you.

“I can’t believe that I hadn’t thought about pairing the two of you together earlier”

He must have thought that the awkward body language and the silence that fell was a sign from you and Jae to leave you alone. He excused himself, saying something about “letting the young lovers swim in the pool of their love”, or something along those lines.

The two of you walked together, following the road to your next class that was just a few buildings away.

“So how has class, baby

You rolled your eyes at the insistent nickname, “you know that Johnny left us, like, 5 minutes ago, right?”

“Let me enjoy itttt”, he whined, “Naeun never let me call her anything like that”

“Why is that?”

He looked at his feet moving and frowned in thought.

“She said I was embarrassing her in front of her friends. I think she just didn’t want other guys to know that we were together”

You felt a pang of sadness and you realized that it always followed any conversation you two had about his and Naeun’s relationship.

“Well then if you call me baby, I can will you honey. Or sugarplum. Or pumpkin pie. Or-“

It was startling how fast Jaehyun pressed you up against the wall. In just a moment, he had put his hands on your waist, burying his face in your hair. You shivered when you felt his breath as he spoke against your neck.

“Yuta’s watching us”

All you could do was stay frozen in place, and listen with wide eyes.

“Huh?”

He chuckled at your response, but he replied patiently.

“Yuta? Your ex? He’s right over there. Figured we should give him a show”

And with that, he kissed you. Everything was happening so fast, that you could barely comprehend that Jaehyun, that was a stranger in the past weekend, was now making out with you at the hall, for everyone to see.

And that included Yuta.

You opened your eyes in the kiss and searched for him, spotting him with his frat buddies. His eyes were piercing through the two of you, and you saw Mark holding him back by the shoulder. The look on his face was priceless.

Jaehyun pulled back and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you”, you whispered, “but I need one more favor”

“Anything baby”

“Slap my ass as we walk away”

Sure enough, Jaehyun took your hand and you continue your walk, momentarily stopping to make eye contact with Yuta and give you a little spank. It was something your ex loved doing on the rare occasion you two met up outside of your dorms, no matter how public the setting. You heard Mark yelling something at his ‘Yuta hyung’ and that’s when you thought, your plan just might work.

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You didn’t see Jaehyun until your birthday. It was just a small get together, but your place was starting to get a bit crowded as time went by. Johnny had been suffocating you with hugs ever since he got there, reminiscing the time you met as teenagers and calling you an old lady. Jungwoo on the other hand couldn’t stop asking about Jaehyun. You kept making excuses about how he didn’t feel so good today and might not make it. You didn’t expect him to come, of course. Just because you had agreed on fake dating, it didn’t mean that he had any obligation to be present in all your social events. The loving message he left on your Facebook wall was enough to fulfill the purpose of your current relationship.

That is why, when you heard a knock on your door, the last thing you thought you’d see was Jaehyun holding a dozen of red roses.

“Happy birthday baby!”, he exclaimed and gave you a kiss on your cheek,

“I asked Johnny about your favorite flowers, hope we got it right”

Feeling speechless, you took the roses from his hands and inhaled their sweet scent. You were dumbfounded that he actually came, and even brought you a present. You thanked him for coming, and he repeated the same thing he said back at your place, “how could your boyfriend miss your birthday?”

And even you were fooled, momentarily, when he held you by the waist later that night and sang you happy birthday. You blew your candles and all you could wish for was a love like the one Jaehyun was faking for you. He helped you clean up, and was more than willing to socialize with all of your friends. You admired how well he fitted in your social circle, already friends with Johnny and Jungwoo, yet so nice that even people he met for the first time came to love him.

You were sitting on one of your dining chairs, your two best friends already passed out on your couch. They had brought two bottles of vodka and your favorite tequila, but you weren’t in the mood to drink. You couldn’t help but remember the time when you practically begged Yuta to be there on your special day and he still missed it. You were scared that if you got a little drunk you would text him, or worse, call him, his sweet talk bringing you back to him all over again.

The only sounds resonating through your apartment were Jungwoo’s light snoring and a chill Spotify playlist playing from your laptop. A familiar tune came on, and you recognized it being ‘Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby’ by Cigarettes After Sex. You immediately looked at Jaehyun, the only conscious person still at the party other than you. He threw his head back and sighed contently at the sound of his favorite song. You saw him get up and walk over to you, reaching his hand out.

“Will the birthday girl spare me a dance?”

You slow danced in the middle of your living room, ending the night in the sweetest note. Jaehyun always felt so stable, so safe. You wondered how he got himself tangled up in that mess of a relationship with Naeun. Maybe it was the way he treated people with such kindness, void of any prejudice. Maybe he was a little bit like you, and didn’t think he deserved much.

“She’s crazy” you mumble against his chest, his confused hum making you feel the vibration on your face.

“Naeun. She’s crazy for ever cheating on someone like you. You’re perfect”

“I have my flaws”

You thought about how competitive he got when you played beer pong earlier, how his ears get red when he gets embarrassed, how he shows his dimpled smile in apology when he’s late. His love for drinking and how it makes him more honest, his trust in people that must have gotten him hurt many, many times. You liked them all, you loved them all.

“It’s just so hard for someone not to fall in love with you”

———————————————————

And that’s how the days went by with Jaehyun. You met up almost every day, in restaurants for a nice dinner, or hanging out in each other’s dorm. It was so much fun getting to spend time with him, that you sometimes forgot to make your meetup public on social media. You helped him with his math homework, and he helped you dye your hair. You even went to his basketball game, and he dedicated one of his goals to you, following every teen movie cliche.

You felt a little sad how it was all falling to an end. The plan was successful, for the most part. Naeun had asked Jaehyun to meet up later tonight, talk things through. You wished he wouldn’t go back to her, but you knew you had no real say in his love life. Yuta saw that he didn’t own you, that there were people like Jaehyun that were willing to give you what your ex had promised you, but wasn’t able to give. Well, not really, you reminded yourself. Jaehyun was faking it. You shouldn’t let yourself get lost in the fairytale, even if the past two weeks were some of the best of your life. He had proposed that you claim that the reason for your upcoming ‘breakup’ was differences in character, but you decided to stay friends. You were happy that at least, in the midst of all this mess, you met someone like him.

It was Saturday, a day before the frat party. You had invited him over, celebrate the end of your relationship with some pizza and a movie.

The movie was boring, but Jaehyun made you laugh. It reminded you of the first time the two of you met up alone. You had gotten comfy on your couch, sharing popcorn when you noticed. A huge bruise was peeking out from Jaehyun’s tank top, the dark color contrasting against his porcelain skin.

“What the hell?!” you exclaimed and scooted closer to him. You rushed your hands on his chest, your fingers pushing the fabric aside to examine the bruise. You found even more bruises scattered around it, accompanied with scratches that stretched longer than his top could.

“It was from the game the other day”, he tried to excuse, but you weren’t buying it.

“Jae, I was there. You played basketball, not WWE. Now who did this to you?”

He sighed and fidgeted with a loose string on his jeans, clearly uncomfortable.

“When I caught Naeun with my roommate, and broke up with her, she didn’t take it very well”

You kept staring at him, urging him to continue.

“She started calling me names, saying that she’s the best I’ll ever have. That I’m worthless without her, just a social climber trying to mooch off of her popularity”

He motioned on his torso, “When I kicked her out of my place, this happened”

“Is that the first time she acted violent?”

He shook his head. “Pretty much every time she didn’t get her way”

“Jae”, you started, placing your hands on top of his “this is abuse. Have you ever talked to anyone about it?”

“It’s- it’s nothing. It’s embarrassing”

“No it’s not! Abuse is not exclusive to any gender! Guys get affected by it too!”

“It’s embarrassing because I know I can physically stop her but I don’t”

His eyes were starting to water, the sight was heartbreaking. “I sit there frozen and just take it”

“Why?”

“Because part of me believes her. That I’m hopeless without someone like her, dictating what I can and cannot do. I don’t need a shrink to tell me that it’s sick. I have these bruises to remind me”

You were starting to get angry. Angry at that bitch for hurting him, angry at Jaehyun who puts up with it, angry at you, for not seeing past the obvious like everyone else.

“I’m not letting you go see her tonight”

He laughs at you, putting up an invisible barrier between you.

“Not letting me? Wake up y/n! We’re not a real couple, remember? We’re just faking it to satisfy our selfish needs. This whole thing is pointless”

He stormed to the door and you tried to stop him, but he was too riled up for that.

“You’re going to forget about me as soon as this whole circus is over, just like everyone else”

“How can you accuse me like that when you haven’t even let me be a part of your life for real?”

“Because now you’ve met me. Me. With all my ugly, all my fucking bruises. Is it still so hard not to fall in love with me?”

With that, he closed your door with a bang, not even letting you answer that yes, it was impossible not to fall in love with Jung Jaehyun.

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History seemed to repeat itself, as you got a text from him the next morning, that you didn’t expect.

jaehyunnie: let’s meet outside of the frat at 10:30, i’ll bring the booze.

And that’s what you did, showing up with your shortest skirt, spotting Jaehyun sitting a few meters from the frat’s entrance. He was laying against the wall, his eyes red, and he gave you the same smile he always did when he saw you, as if your fight yesterday never happened.

“Hey baby” he said and pulled you in for a hug. You couldn’t resist the invitation, and felt yourself melting in his embrace. He smelled like weed and shower gel.

It was nice, how he proclaimed your truce, but you still had to get something off your chest.

“Listen, Jae, about last night, you were right. This whole thing is pointless. We can go home, if you want”

“No baby”, he started and pulled away just enough to look at you. His eyes were droopy but glancing back at you with such care as he moved a strand of hair out of your face, “we’re here to have fun”

You wondered why he was still willing to come to the party with you as your boyfriend. Maybe he wanted to do you one last favor with Yuta, or maybe he wasn’t done indulging in Naeun’s petty games. You looked at his forearms, noticing a few scratches that weren’t there yesterday.

“I’m guessing you and Naeun didn’t make up last night”

He shook his head, and rubbed his hands on your back, keeping your temper down.

“Did you get in a fight?”

“Something like that”

You didn’t know what came over you. It was anger and protectiveness, possessiveness even. You laced your fingers in his locks, letting his head rest against the wall. If Naeun wanted you to speak in her language, then so be it.

You started kissing his neck, on that part on the side that is tender and sensitive. You heard passerbys whistling at the two of you, seemingly getting it on in public. Your licks and sucks weren’t meant for pleasure though, you had a goal and that was to leave a bruise. A statement for Naeun.

You walked in the building hand in hand and followed Jae to the kitchen, where he poured you a drink out of the bottle he brought along. Looking around, you sensed a couple familiar faces staring back at you from the crowd. Taeyong from class, Mark and Ten, and last but not least, Naeun. You downed the drink in one shot and lead Jaehyun to the dance floor.

He put his hands on your hips, and swayed you at the sound of some club song you weren’t familiar with. You ground your ass against him and he hissed, keeping you close against him. A little voice in your head was screaming how this isn’t real, to him this is all pretend, but you ignored it. You wanted her to think that he was yours, that she couldn’t hurt him anymore.

“Why are you doing this to me y/n? Yuta’s not even around”

Jae turned you around, and you put your hands on his shoulders. He looked absolutely breathtaking tonight. You searched his face for a flaw, yet couldn’t find any. You wouldn’t change a single thing on him.

“She’s here” you said venomously.

He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of your hair and trying to ground himself from his high. “I don’t give a fuck about Naeun”

He kissed your ear and your mind fogged up even more.

“She didn’t ask me to meet up yesterday, I did. I wanted to tell her that she and I were done, for good. I thought she wouldn’t be here tonight, but I guess she changed her mind”

What?

“Then why are you here? And why did you let me give you that big ass hickey?”

He stopped nibbling on your ear, and whispered to it instead.

“I’d never miss up on a chance to feel yours”

The bodies dancing next to you, the liquer you had downed a few minutes ago and Jaehyun’s words were getting too much to handle. You felt suffocated, unable to distinguish where reality ended and pretending began with you two.

“Jae, I need a moment, excuse me”

Releasing yourself from his grasp, you made your way to the kitchen. There wasn’t any fresh air, but there was plenty of booze. You poured yourself a shot and as you downed it, you felt another liquid trickling down your top.

You looked up to find out who managed to make this night even worse for you, only to come across the last person you needed to see tonight. Yuta.

“Shit I’m sorry”, he muttered and you avoided eye contact, thinking you’d manage to get away without him realizing it was you. Luck wasn’t on your side tonight.

“Well well well. Long time no see.”

Confidence was dripping from his smile, to his stance, to the way he looked at you. He had dyed his hair your favorite color, his white locks begging to be tugged and played with. To top it all off, he smelled good, so, so good. He smelled dangerous. Comfortable.

You immediately realized that you didn’t have the self control needed to resist him. Turning on your heel, you started to get the hell out of there when he held your wrist, keeping you in place.

“Wait, I’m sorry, you can’t stay like this, you’ll catch a cold”

“Since when are you worried about me?”

“C’mon y/n, please. Come upstairs, I’ll give you a clean shirt. No funny business, I promise”

You hated yourself for this, but you followed him upstairs to his room, like a pray falling right into the hunter’s trap. He closed the door behind him, muting the loud music and you sat on his bed that you were so familiar with. Looking through his closet, he passed you one of his t-shirts, and turned around to let you change with some privacy. It was comical how chivalrous he was acting, considering the unspeakable things you’ve done in here.

“Not like you’ll see something you haven’t seen already”, you murmured and he chuckled, raising his hands.

“Hey, I’m a gentleman. It’s my fault, after all. I have a habit of getting you wet.”

Blushing at his comment, you quickly changed into the clean shirt and felt the bed dip next to you. You thanked him under your breath and started getting up, when you felt him hold you back once again.

“Stay, just a moment. I’ve missed you”

“What do you want?”

“You, baby”

Yuta was the one who said it, but you swore you felt Jaehyun’s voice reverberating through the nickname. Suddenly, it felt like there was no air for you to breathe.

“That’s not happening, Yuta. I’m with Jaehyun now”

He scoffed, “Jaehyun? Naeun’s puppy? Come on now, we both know you can do better than that”

“Don’t talk about him like that”, you bite back, but he doesn’t budge.

“What kind of boyfriend leaves his girl alone in a party like this?” He grips your chin, making you stare at him face to face, impossibly close. “Look at you. Every single guy in this party wants to fuck you. You expect me to be ok with this?”

Yuta lets his other hand glide on your knee, moving up to your thigh slowly. He smiled at how easy it was to focus on him.

“Do you remember how I made you feel? How I reminded you that you’re mine? You were moaning so loud, Mark thought you’d pass out. You loved it.”

You wanted to scream, tell him that this was the past you, that you couldn’t take going back to him once again and get your heart broken one more time, but you felt helpless around him. The warm feeling was only temporary, it would soon evaporate when you face the fact that to him, you are nothing but a play toy, a possession.

And that’s when Jaehyun barged in through the door. His eyes moved frantically from Yuta’s hands on your thighs, to his band tee you wore, to your discarded top on the floor. He quickly turned red, the color spreading from his neck to his face, then landing on his ears.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girlfriend?”

You instantly got up, following his thought sequence.

“It’s not what it looks like! He spilled his drink on me and gave me a clean shirt and..and..”

“And you decided to sit on his lap to thank him?”, he mocked you and Yuta laughed.

“Calm down, dude. I didn’t make her do anything. Besides, it’s not the first time y/n found her way over here after some disappointing dick”

Jaehyun grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up from the bed, forcing him to stand and face him. You moved between the two, trying to stop the catastrophe that was about to happen. Jae might have more muscle power than Yuta, but if the whole frat ganged up on him he would have to leave this place in a stretcher.

“Jaehyun please, let’s just go. Baby, please”

The nickname was the only thing that brought him out of his rage and made him listen to you. He let go of Yuta and took your hand, dragging you out of the room.

You were two hallways down when you pulled away, forcing him to stop.

“Why did you have to get so mad?”

“Why the fuck did you go back to him?”

“I didn’t! It was just.. so hard for me to tell him no”

You felt your eyes water with how pathetic you sounded. Jaehyun rubbed his hands over his face, groaning in frustration.

“Don’t you understand how much it fucking hurts? To see you with that guy that treats you like shit when I’m right here, willing to give you everything? When I’m in love with you?”

You couldn’t process what he said because in a moment, his mouth was on yours. The kiss was so different than the one you shared at the hallway of your campus. It was passionate, it was rough, and this time, he monopolized your attention. His lips were determined to bruise into yours, leaving you breathless and causing your back to fall against a wall. It was crowded around you, eyes prying into your intimate moment but to you, the only person around was Jaehyun.

“You smell like him”, he growled, sucking on the tender spot under your ear, “makes me wanna fuck his scent off of you”

That was all you needed to hear. You led him to the frat’s guest room, knowing that Taeil always kept a spare key in the lamp next to the door. Unlocking the door seemed like a tour de force with Jaehyun leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, but you finally managed to stumble inside. You locked the door behind you, continuing your heated kiss, hands roaming around each other’s body.

He was taller than you, so when you felt him grab your ass with such eagerness, you almost lifted off the ground. You palmed him through his jeans, the roughness of his hard on making your panties stick from wetness just a bit more.

“I want to taste you” you managed through kisses, but he just unzipped your skirt as a response, pulling it to the floor in one hasty move. Petting your clit through your underwear, a shiver ran down your spine, spreading goosebumps all over your arms and legs.

“I don’t think I have the patience for that”

He walked you backwards towards the guest bed, taking his pants and shirt off along the way. You sat on the edge of it and admired his godly proportions, when you took notice of the bruises and scratches that led to your fight on Saturday. Suddenly feeling the need to slow down, you started leaving kisses over each and every one of them. You wanted him to trust you, give in to you completely. He had his flaws just like he said, but you wanted all of him. And you wanted him now.

“I need you, now”, you voiced your thoughts and helped him take off his boxers, revealing his hard cock. He was thick and decently long, making your mouth water and your pussy clench.

Towering on top of you, he removed your panties that were embarrassingly damp at this point, and by his smirk, you knew he noticed.

Jaehyun bent your legs next to your torso, making you expose all of you. He licked his lips as he dove into your lower ones, muttering praises about your “pretty pussy”, turning you impossibly wet.

Jung Jaehyun never disappoints, you thought, because the moment you felt the first lap over your sensitive bud, you got a taste of heaven. He alternated between licking and sucking over the spot that turned you into putty against him. You were already unbearably turned on at this point, and the changing pace of his tongue made you lose your mind.

Your pants and moans only seemed to urge him on, and after a few minutes of his careful treatment you felt yourself getting close. He must have sensed it, because when you grabbed the bedpost in an effort to stop shaking, he stood on his knees, and reached for a condom in his wallet.

You didn’t have time to complain about the denial of your orgasm, and started taking Yuta’s shirt off, when he grabbed your hands and placed them back on their previous position on the headboard.

“Don’t”, he said sternly as he lined himself up your entrance, “I want to fuck you in his shirt”

There was no time to think about whether his request was healthy or not, because when you felt him stretch you out, the only thing on your mind was him and his dick.

You let out a deep moan and he took it as a sign to screw himself deeper inside you. Your pussy gushed uncontrollably, filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin. You unlaced your fingers and ran them down his back, ghosting them over the dimples that had affected you so much.

Jaehyun lowered himself, letting his chest touch yours, and you could feel his abs contracting over the fabric of Yuta’s shirt.

“I bet he’s never eaten you out like that, yeah?”

“N-no, never, ahh”

He sat up again, putting your legs over his shoulders and lifted your butt off the mattress, gripping your hips to steady himself before continuing his incredible pace.

“You’re mine, aren’t you baby? Mine to give you everything.”

The position felt divine. He was hitting it incredibly deep, reaching the spot that had you moaning so loud you were thankful for the unbearably loud music of the party. You were sure his fingers would leave a mark over your hipbones but you didn’t care, the pain only accentuating the warm feeling in your belly.

“J-Jae don’t stop - fuck don’t stop I’m gonna cum”

He leaned over, grabbing your face that was contorting in pleasure.

“Look at me when you cum for me”, he demanded, and when you rolled your eyes behind your head, letting go, he let out his first moan for the night.

He kissed your lips sweetly, helping you ride out your high.

“You’re so beautiful, my baby. So, so beautiful”, he praised and you submitted fully to him. He turned your body around, positioning you in all fours, and you wondered where the gentle boy you met at Johnny’s house went. His dick buried in you once again, spreading your juices around and the sensitivity of your previous orgasm made you aware of every single inch.

“So fucking tight”

Jaehyun didn’t go easy on you. He saw how much you liked it, how you were pushing your ass against his cock. He pounded in and out of you with the intention of fucking your thoughts out, and that’s just what he did. When the feeling got too much, and making any sort of noise seemed like a feat, you felt him push your hair back, and start biting on your neck, most definitely leaving a mark.

“I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum”, he muttered, his voice wavering and you felt him release in the condom inside you.

It took a while for the both of you to regain your breaths. Jaehyun’s chest was heaving up and down as you rest your head on top of it, not brave enough to break the silence.

“I’m sorry”, he finally said and started petting your hair lovingly.

“About what?”

The bed was foreign and small but you both stayed still, wanting to bask a little more in the peacefulness of the moment.

“About getting so possessive, and saying all these things out of jealousy. I acted just like him..”

You kissed his left peck, listening to his heart that was starting to beat in a faster pace.

“Jaehyun, you’re nothing like Yuta. I get how you felt, I feel the same way when I think about you with Naeun”

He took your hand that was resting on his abs and planted a kiss on your palm. Your heart did a flip and you were pressed so close together, he sure must have felt it.

“I should have told you about her sooner. About the fights and how I let her go because of you. I was in denial about my feelings for you because-“

He stopped mid sentence, wary of the way his words would come off to you. Jaehyun was a proud man, but he opened up his heart tonight, admitting he was in love with you. He had already exposed so much of himself that you gave him the time he needed to organize his thoughts.

“Because I was insecure. That you would never like someone like me. That Naeun was right. That you were only interested in playing pretend with me and didn’t mean any of the things you said, and I let myself get carried away in a lie”

You and Jaehyun were two lost souls, trying to break free from the constraints your insecurities built up for you. You didn’t have to succumb to your masochistic tendencies anymore, wasting your time in heartless lovers because now you found him and he found you. Both unable to see any value in themselves, but more that willing to treasure the other. And that was enough for you.

“I’d be honored to be loved by someone like you. Baby.”

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mikrowrites · 3 years

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apple pie kind of life

dean winchester x reader

SORTA SEASON 15 FINALE SPOILERS!!!

summary: told in a series of vignettes, Dean and Y/N get to live a semi-normal life and most importantly, get their happy ending.

warnings: literally just fluff and slice of life, language, recreational drinking :), mild canon violence

a/n: this literally jumps all around the timeline. it’s also just me self-indulgently fixing what’s broken lmao

a/n: so these are just a bunch of events, in no chronological order whatsoever! enjoy!!

At 8:00 AM sharp, the sound of two alarm clocks went off in the bunker.

Y/N L/N reached over, hitting the snooze button on the alarm clock as she yawned, sitting up. She combed her hands through her messy bed head, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

Suddenly two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling Y/N back down onto the bed, the woman letting out a squeal before she laughed softly.

“Ten more minutes...” Dean Winchester grumbled, resting his chin on Y/N’s shoulder, his stubble tickling her skin.

She huffed with laughter, interlacing one of her hands with his. “Ten minutes, then we face the music, yeah?”

Dean mumbled a “mm-hm” in response, pulling Y/N in closer.

The woman smiled, burrowing into his hold as they laid peacefully together, tangled in blankets and sheets.

—

“Oh my god. You suck at this.” Y/N scrunched her nose, watching as Dean stood steadily on the ladder, stringing the multicolored lights on the gutter.

“You wanna keep trashing my light-hanging skills?” Dean shouted over his shoulder. “Do you want to do it?”

“Nah,” Y/N smirked, biting her bottom lip. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

Dean rolled his eyes with a smile, continuing the strenuous task of hanging Christmas lights on their small house. Y/N watched from below, bundled into a winter coat, smiling up at her husband.

“You know, on second thought, maybe we should’ve just done white lights.” Y/N mused.

Dean turned and looked at his wife with raised eyebrows. He slowly made his way down and off the ladder, before grabbing a ball of snow and throwing it at her.

Y/N gasped as her jaw dropped in shock, shaking her head. “Oh, it’s on motherfucker!”

The two ran around the yard, dodging snowballs from each other, laughing like little kids. Miracle barked from the fenced backyard, adding to the chaotic scene. Y/N ran towards Dean, tackling him into the snow as she shoved more of the cold substance down the back of his coat.

“Okay, I surrender, I surrender!” Dean yelled, Y/N stopping as she smiled down at him.

“And victory is sweet.” She sang before leaning down and kissing him. Dean smiled against her lips, reaching behind him and bringing a ball of snow down over her head.

Y/N broke away from the kiss, sitting up and laughing loudly. Dean grinned, her laughs being the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. She stood up, holding out her hand. He took it, Y/N helping to hoist him up.

“Look at us. We’re a mess.” Y/N chuckled.

“I think maybe a nice hot shower should fix it right up.” Dean mischievously replied.

Y/N smiled. “I think that should do, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean smirked as Y/N grasped his hand, pulling him towards the house.

“Lead the way, Mrs. Winchester.”

—

The old barn was filled with the sound of struggle and fighting as the Winchesters and Y/N fought off the group of vamps.

Y/N shoved the vamp off of her, slicing off it’s head and spinning, elbowing another in the chest.

She saw Dean wrestling with a vamp, Y/N reaching for something in her jacket pocket. The creature tried to shove Dean against a wooden beam, but before it could its head was sliced clean off. The man looked at the vamp confused before looking over at his girlfriend standing about 10 feet away.

Y/N dropped her jaw in utter joy, reaching into her pocket again and producing another ninja star from between her fingers. Sam killed the last vamp, turning to look at the woman. “Really?”

Dean’s face shifted to a look of awe. “I love you so much right know.”

Y/N winked at her boyfriend, pocketing the ninja star. “Love you too. Now let’s go get those kids to safety.”

The woman went to go get the two kids, Dean and Sam turning to look at each other. The older brother sighed. “Should’ve let me use the ninja stars.”

“Shut up, Dean.”

—

Y/N pursed her lips, cocking her head to the side as she surveyed the room. She narrowed her eyes for a moment in thought before picking up a roller paintbrush and a can of paint, as she began to roll paint onto the walls.

She was about halfway through painting the room when she heard the front door shut, the familiar sound of her husband throwing his keys on the counter ringing through the house. “Hey, I’m home!” he shouted.

Y/N wiped her paint covered hands on her old overalls, walking out of the room to greet Dean. “Hey, De.”

“Woah, what have you been doing?” Dean questioned, Y/N walking up and sneaking a kiss from him before answering.

“Painting. Had to get done at some point. I promise, I’m not going crazy on it. I picked the mint color, it’s cute.” Y/N nonchalantly replied.

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Without me? Without anyone in the house?”

Y/N shrugged. “No, I had Miracle here with me. So?”

“Honey, you’re pregnant.” Dean reasoned.

“And I’m immediately helpless?” Y/N put her hands on her hips, smiling teasingly. “I’m fine.”

Dean huffed out a sigh, Y/N chuckling. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands resting on the nape of his neck. Dean placed his hands on both sides of her slightly swollen belly. “Everything’s fine.”

“I know.” Dean finally relented, kissing the top of her head before scrunching his face in disgust. “Gross, you have paint in your hair.”

“Aw, that’s the sweetest compliment you’ve ever given me.” Y/N smiled. Dean rolled his eyes with a laugh.

“I’ll change and help finish painting.” He replied, pulling away and shrugging off his jacket.

Y/N nodded in satisfaction, turning to walk back into the room. Dean watched her leave, a loving smile traced onto his lips. He shook his head with a chuckle, trying to reason how he became such a cheesy-ass husband.

—

Sam walked over to the table, handing a beer to Y/N. She tipped the bottle towards him in thanks before taking a swig. The tall brunette sat across from her, sighing.

“So are you gonna do it?”

Y/N choked on her booze a bit, clearing her throat as she sat up, looking around to be sure Dean wasn’t near. “Sammy!”

“What? We won. We can write our own lives now, what are you waiting for?” Sam chuckled.

Y/N sat her beer on the table, frowning. “I just—Dean’s not the kind of guy for domesticity and such. I don’t really think he’s a marriage kind of guy.”

“You won’t know unless you actually talk to him.” Sam urged.

She exhaled, sitting back in her seat. “Look. After this hunt I’ll talk to him.”

“Atta girl.” Sam teased, Y/N rolling her eyes with a smile.

“Besides, if I pop the question first it’ll bruise his big boy ego.”

Sam raised his bottle. “To bruising my brother’s ego with love.”

“Cheers.” Y/N grinned, clinking her bottle with his.

Dean watched the two most important people in his life drink their booze, smiling and laughing. A soft smirk formed, as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the velvet ring box with his mother’s ring rested neatly in it. After a beat Dean placed it back in his pocket, walking into the library.

“Hey, no booze for me?”

—

Y/N gripped Dean’s hand, grinning as they looked back at the officiant. He wore one of his fake FBI suits as she wore a white dress shirt with black dress pants.

She turned to look again at Dean, raising her eyebrows teasingly. “I do.”

“By the power vested in me by the city of Las Vegas, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The man stated. “You may k—“

Before the officiant could finish Dean wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist, dipping her back and kissing her deeply.

She melted into the kiss, bracing her hand on his back. Sam whooped and hollered from the front pew, Eileen clapping her hands with a wide smile.

The two pulled away, Dean holding Y/N close as the two laughed, Y/N’s cheek pressed against Dean’s. Cas smiled fondly at the two, the light catching the gleam of Y/N’s ring.

The officiant shook his head in amusement, clearing his throat.

“I present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Dean Winchester!”

—

Dean stepped inside the house, pulling a trailing Y/N in by the hand. He led her into the empty living room, grabbing both her hands and raising his eyebrows. “So?”

“So...” Y/N mused, looking around the small house. “... it’s kinda... perfect.”

The green-eyed man smiled, looking around. “It’s not suburbia, not big and fancy, it’s just—“

“It’s just a home.” She finished for him. “Yeah.”

Dean chuckled. “It’s a home.”

Y/N looked around. “Dee, there’s no way we could even afford this. My bartending and your side jobs, we couldn’t—“

“I talked to Sam. He’d help us work out how to do a loan. We could pay it off.” The man insisted.

She sighed, pouting her lips. “I do really love this house... do you think...?”

“We have a meeting with the realtor tomorrow at 3.” Dean finished her sentence.

Y/N nodded, exhaling deeply.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

—

Y/N ran the rag across the counter, smiling up at her husband who was talking up some of their customers with his ever-so-charming smirk. Soft music emitted from the jukebox in the corner, the lights lowered slightly for the ambiance.

The bar had been a labor of love for Dean and Y/N. They both had bartending experience, and after all, it was secretly always a dream of the hunter’s to open a place like this. It took many years, but they were up and running.

Eileen walked over to the counter, Y/N grinning at her sister in law. The brunette smiled back. “Mary doing well?”

Y/N chuckled at the thought of her three-year-old, throwing the rag under the counter. “Sleeping like a rock upstairs.” Y/N spoke while signing with her hands.

“Dean seems happy. Really happy. More than I’ve ever seen.” Eileen remarked.

“Yeah.” Y/N made eye contact with her husband, who threw her a dazzling smile. “He really is.”

—

Loud cries and wails echoed down the hallway as Y/N let out a loud groan. She reached over and checked the time on her phone. 1:34 AM. Y/N dramatically thrust her face into her pillow smacking her husband’s chest with her hand.

“It’s your turn.” Y/N’s muffled voice stated.

Dean chuckled lowly, sitting up and kissing the back of Y/N’s head before crawling out of bed. The woman turned and watched him leave the room, her eyelids fluttering shut as sleep overcame her again.

The man walked towards the crying, gently opening the door to the nursery. Dean approached the crib, reaching in and gathering his 3 month old daughter into his arms.

“Hey, Mary Jo.” He hushed. “You might wanna lower the volume a bit, I think your mommy’s considering adoption.”

The baby’s wails turned into soft wimpers until she fell silent, Dean exhaling in relief.

“I was kidding about the adoption thing, by the way.” He made his way over to the window, looking out it. “Did you have a nightmare? Yeah, mommy and I have them too. Pretty often.”

Dean lightly rubbed his daughter’s back, sighing. “One day, when you’re much older, the nightmares will never stop. You’ll learn about every nightmare out there. But we’ll be here to show you how to defeat them. We’ll teach you how to protect yourself from them. But don’t go chasing the nightmares. Learn to keep them away.”

He was quiet for a moment, before sighing and shaking his head. “I still chase nightmares. And I hope, I pray to Jack you never do.”

—

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billyhargrove-s · 5 years

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The Overprotective Big Brother |B.H.|

Summary: In which you’re Billy’s biological sister and he doesn’t like boys messing with you.

Warning: some mentions of abusive parents, gross/creepy guys, slight violence.

Relationship: Brother! Billy Hargrove x Reader

A/N: haha I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy it <3

The moment you were told you were moving to Hawkins, Indiana was not a pleasant one whatsoever. Billy was angry, and only managed to say one thing before your father ‘put him in his place’ as he called it. Max only shot piercing glares at your brother from her seat in the room while her mother awkwardly smiled and fiddled with her hands as her husband beat up on his own son. You on the other hand, were not having it.

“You two need to learn some respect.” Your father gritted out before throwing your wrist down, almost as if he was disgusted to touch you.

Your bottom lip quivered as you looked at Billy, his own tearful eyes matching your own. You rubbed your wrist where the bruises from Neil’s grasp were already forming before storming out of the room and into your own.

You’d lived in this house your entire life, and now you were being forced to move to some shit town in the middle of nowhere.

The move to Indiana was awkward. Your new house, seeing as your real home was in California, was nice but cramped which meant tensions were bound to run high.

After about a week of settling in, you were enrolled into Hawkins High School as a freshman while Max went into the 8th grade. The two of you were the same age, but your summer birthday made you a grade apart. Billy was going into his senior year.

“This is bullshit.” You muttered throwing your backpack onto the floorboard of Billy’s Camero as Max got into the backseat.

“Yeah no shit.” Billy stated lighting a cigarette before turning the key and starting the car. “Is that my shirt?”

You looked down at the Def Leppard shirt you had stolen from your older brother and tied off the ends and tucked it into your skirt to make it fit under your jean jacket.

“Is that my shampoo I smell?” You avoided his question with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah cause some brat I know threw mine away.” Billy told you and you snorted knowing fully well you were the brat he was talking about as he turned his music louder blaring the scorpions album as he drove.

When he pulled into the parking lot of Hawkins High, you could feel all the stares coming your way. Whether it was the music blaring or the California plates, you didn’t care. Instead, you grabbed your backpack and pursed your lips before stepping out into Hawkins cool October air.

“Be here right after school brat.” He snapped taking one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You said rolling your eyes. “Watch out, I can already tell these girls have never seen a California boy like yourself before.”

“If someone gives you trouble you send them my way got it?” Billy asked grabbing your shoulder before you could walk away from him.

“Sure.”

“I’m serious y/n. I can already see 6 separate guys looking at you like a piece of meat.”

“Okay Billy. You can drop the big brother act, I get it.”

“Hey. I care about you, I’m not about to let some small town shithead mess with my little sister.” He told you seriously with a stern face.

“Okay. I got it.” You state with a nod biting your lip with a shiver.

“Good. Now go have fun, try not to cause too much trouble.” He told you shoving you lightly towards the school.

“With us two?” You question with a laugh. “Unlikely.”

For the most part, the day went by smoothly. You were surviving your classes and people seemed interested in ‘the new kid’ enough to where you actually hoped people would stop talking to you.

When the end of the day came around, you stuffed your backpack into your locker. You wouldn’t need it overnight.

“Hey Cali!” A senior boy named Travis yelled in your direction and you rolled your eyes slamming your locker door shut before turning your back. He grabbed your shoulder harshly and demanded you face him. “Now I know a smoking hot girl like you is not ignoring a guy like me.”

“A guy like you?” You question raising an eyebrow. “I know seagulls with more brain cells than you. Get your hand off of me Travis.”

You shove his hand away from you only for him to place it right back where it was with a much firmer than before. A crowd of his friends was beginning to form around the two of you as you continued glaring up at the boy.

“I know you’re not disrespecting me Cali.” Travis snapped and you rolled your eyes with a laugh.

“You don’t know anything.” You laugh. “But I know that I told you to get your damn hands off of me and I suggest that you do.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see a path forming in between students with an angry Billy walking towards you.

“Really?” Travis barked with a laugh. “Or what?”

“Well, for one if you don’t get your slimy shitstained hands off my brat of a sister like she asked you too, you’re gonna get your ass beat by me, the overprotective big brother.”

Billy towered over Travis by a long shot. There was no denying who the Alpha Male was in this situation. Your brother was fuming and you could tell he was seeing red.

“Who are you?” Travis asked trying to keep up his tough guy persona, and went even further by wrapping and arm around your shoulders to which you grimaced at. Billy laughed in the boy’s face, licking his lips as he looked around.

“Did you not hear me? Let’s try this again.” Billy stated. “Hi. I’m Billy Hargrove I’m new here, this brat right here is my baby sister. You still have your hands all over her when she asked you to get them off. Now remove them, before I remove them for you.”

With that Billy grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the other boy’s grasp and shoved you behind him. “Let’s get one thing here straight. I’m in charge now. You keep your hands off my sister, and you keep your ugly face the way it is. Got it?”

Travis only nodded, swallowing deeply and giving up. “Good, now get the fuck out of my way.”

Travis did as he was told and stepped quickly out of Billy’s way. You flipped off the boy with a laugh before turning to Billy. “Did you see the look on his face! God that never gets old!”

Your brother only raised an eyebrow and lit a cigarette as the two of you exited the building meeting Max at the Camero.

“Hey Max.” You said still laughing as you slid into the front seat.

“Yeah yeah, shut up Brat.” Billy said with a smirk as he pulled out of the high school lot.

“Oh no I don’t think I will. Mr. Overprotective Big Brother.”

“Shut up Y/n. I want my shirt back too.” He said with a slightly serious tone. You rolled your eyes knowing he’d never do anything about it.

“And I wanted you to stop using my hair products but that’s not gonna happen now is it?”

Max watches the two of you from the backseat and smiles slightly. She enjoyed your relationship with your brother and how you treated her better than he did. But mostly, she appreciated how you made Billy forget how much he disliked Max during the move.

Billy only laughs, reaching over and flicking your forehead with his fingers before focusing once more on the road as he speeds along.

There was only one thing for certain after this move. Hawkins wasn’t ready for the Hargrove’s.

#billy hargrove headcanons #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things #max mayfield #hawkins #hargrove #x reader #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fanfic

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flowersfrombefore · 5 years

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For Good Reason (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can I request a Roger fanfic where Queen is playing at a crowded bar, and reader is dating Roger. He loses sight of her from the many people in the bar. During the gig he can kind of hear reader screaming and jumps off stage to find her. The band is in a panic as it seems she’s gone missing. Until Roger finds her trying to get away from a very persistent flirt. Roger ends up fighting the guy and taking reader home. +The band visiting her the morning after. Sorry if you feel uncomfortable w/ this

A/N :Op this ended up high key different when I ended up actually writing it (Like?? almost opposite?? ) But it’s still got a similar groundwork. I know it’s not exactly what you were wanting but I hope you still like/are okay with it.

Warning: Sexual harassment, Alcohol mentions, A slightly described fist fight

Words: 2149

I hardly edit don’t @ me for spelling mistakes

Without fail any show that Roger played tended to attract a rather loud and sometimes obnoxious crowd. Tonight was no exception, especially since they’d adopted Freddie into their ranks. The crowds were getting bigger even though it was still mostly bars that they played in. It never phased you to be in the midst of so many people as you’d started out as a girl in the crowd before they ever called themselves ‘Queen’.

You’d let Roger go reluctantly to set up with the boys about twenty minutes beforehand. Now you found yourself seated at the bar making sure you would be able to see him through the crowd and, as he always requested, he would be able to see you. After a few minutes the boys stepped on stage, Freddie waltzing on like he owned the entire bar, Brian and Roger walking on behind him giving a wave to the crowd.

“Hello all you beautiful people! It’s lovely to see you tonight.” Freddie had already taken up to the microphone. He had taken over doing the introductions now that he was the front of the band. He’d introduced himself and Brian and then turned to Roger and, as you could tell from seeing them enough times, winked at him. “And well, Roger of course the one maybe more than one of the ladies know.” You didn’t mind the jokes as in all actuality you used to be exactly the girl they joked about. On this particular evening you were feeling a little possessive and couldn’t resist yelling a remark about it.

“Don’t get any ideas girls he’s my boyfriend now.” You yelled from your seat at the bar and caught Roger’s eye. He blew a kiss to you and watched you pretend to catch it like the dorks you were. Needless to say you were given more than one dirty look from pretty girls in the audience. You only laughed to yourself and watched as the boys started their first song.

The set progressed and everyone only got more and more into the music. Roger hadn’t looked to you once which was a good thing, always meant he wasn’t going to be distracted. In all honesty you’d always wondered why he wanted to be able to see you during a set. He never looked at you anyway so you were never sure why it mattered. That was of course until tonight.

It was about ten minutes in when someone gave your arm a light tap. At first it hardly registered with you seeing as there was enough people in here that getting bumped was inevitable. But it happened again far more persistently this time. You turned your head in the way of the taps and were met with the face of a rather tall and almost intimidating looking man trying to get your attention.

“Can I help you sir?” You said it warily, moving to the other side of your seat ever so slightly.

“Could I buy you a drink sweetheart?” Oh here this went again. He smiled at you in the way that guys like this always did. There was a difference between a regular ‘Can I buy you a drink?’ and the way this one was asking. You decided to brush him off politely with a simple no thank you.

You’d only just turned back around in your seat to face the stage when the strangers hands closed around your arm and tried to turn you back. You whipped your head around to glare at him.

“If you don’t take your hand off me this very second I will break it and that is a promise.” There was no hesitation in your voice, you’d dealt with this enough to not be too shocked to speak. He didn’t take his hand off you thought, he merely gripped tighter.

“Sweetheart just let me buy you a drink huh? I was here when the show started, you said that blond bitch up there is your boyfriend? You could do so much better. Let me take you out back, show you a better time than he ever could.”

You weren’t sure when you made the decision to hit him, you just knew that at one point your hand was on the counter and the next it had connected with the man’s face. Hard. For a moment you hoped that the violent recoil from your punch was going to put a stop to it. For a moment it looked like it did.

The man hardly hesitated before turning back to you with an terrifying glare taking over his face. For a moment after you hit him he had relinquished your arm, now his hands were back around not one but both of them as he dragged you out of your seat. It wasn’t a graceful fall. Not allowing yourself to move with him your weight brought you crashing off down to the floor off of the high stool. Though you were out of his grip it didn’t help you when you hit your head on a leg of the chair.

You were disoriented to say the least.

So disoriented that you hadn’t heard the loud music stop playing and the crowd stop singing along.

It was a moment before you gained your senses enough to wonder why the man had not tried to get you back to your feet, probably drag you somewhere. The moment you came back to it all, when you could focus enough to see and hear you realized why Roger had always wanted to be able to see you when he was onstage.

The music was gone. The bar wasn’t exactly quiet but the atmosphere had obviously changed. And there was Roger in front of you. Well more exactly, above you. He had the man’s back pinned to the bar and it looked as if he had just punched him. With a second glance you saw that he did. There was a small cut running along the man’s face from the ring you’d given Roger, always worn on his right hand.

You realized your vision was still in a haze from the fall when you were only able to make out parts of the fight that happened next. You could see one or two punches being thrown here and there. You could see Rogers long blond hair whip around when he got slammed against the bar. And your sight cleared completely just in time to see Roger throw a final punch that seemed to knock the man almost unconscious.

From out of nowhere a pair of hands lifted you gently up and held you tight to keep you from falling. From what you could tell it felt like Freddie, which would explain also why Brian and John had just ran to Roger. The two of them attempted to pull him back from the nearly unconscious man as Roger looked to be ready to go back in and beat him fully unconscious. He strained against there arms for a moment until the fight went out of him. Only the physical form that is.

“If you ever,” It was the lowest and angriest you’d ever heard Rogers voice, almost like a snarl. “Ever touch my girlfriend again I will fucking make sure you don’t have hands to touch with anymore.” With that he strained once more against Brian and John’s arms but this time it was in a different direction. They let their grips loosen and Roger practically ran the few feet between the two of you.

Freddie let you go once Roger had you in his arms. You didn’t quite know what to do, you were so disoriented from everything that had happened. You resigned to simply lay your head against his chest and try to cling to him as close as you could.

“Y/n are you okay?” He’d pulled away from you a little, but only to make sure he could see your eyes. He cupped the sides of your face in his hands both trying to get you to talk and trying to see what state your eyes were in.

“You trying to see if my eyes changed after the fall?” You asked. He nodded and shifted your face gently in his hands looking from eye to eye. “Do they look the same or are they messed up?” Your words came out clearer than you expected.

“They haven’t changed yet, I think it’ll be okay.” Now there was no examining going on, he held your face close to his and looked at you. Really looked at you now. The concern in his eyes broke your heart more than you felt it should have. Of course he was worried, depending on how long he was watching he had even more right to be. “Baby are you okay?”

It was so much softer than anything he’d said previously. He’d been focused for the moment on if you were injured but now it was different. “I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t see soon enough to stop it before anything happened. Just tell me if you’re okay.”

You didn’t want to start anything here, not in the bar, not in front of the boys, and if the man was still there you didn’t want him to see you be weak. You couldn’t let yourself be seen as weak when you had been strong enough to keep him from hurting you when he easily could have. So you simply nodded and whispered that you just wanted to go home.

To say the least the manager at the bar was not happy whatsoever with Roger and the boys. One for not finishing their set and two for starting a fight in the middle of his bar. The decision was made quickly that they’d rather never play that particular bar again than stay in a place that let girls get violently harassed without intervention.

Soon, but not soon enough you had made it home safe. Roger had checked your eyes for dilation again in the car and saw that you luckily did not have a concussion. You’d stayed at least neutral while in the car with everyone, not happy by a long shot but not crying as you wanted to.

That was until the door closed on your apartment and you and Roger were left alone. The strength that you so valued in yourself dissipated without a full warning and you collapsed. You slid down the door almost as soon as it shut and fell to the floor. You’d not realized that you hadn’t just been avoiding crying, but that you’d been fighting back the tears the whole time. Now they made their appearance. It was in now way pretty and you knew that you would have tear stains down your face for far longer than you’d like.

Roger was next to you in an instant, pulling you into his arms and holding you tight. Fingers brushed through your hair and you felt him press a kiss to your forehead. It was like throwing water on a fire. You melted into him, letting all of your weight fall on him. He obliged easily and tightened his arms around your body. You were still crying but what you felt had been anger before seemed to fade. You were okay, you were safe and he was here.

You hated that this was how you got through it. This man at the bar hadn’t been the first person to do something of the sort and you’d always dealt with it alone and well. Now this felt like all that could help was Roger running his hands through your hair and holding you till you calmed down. But you accepted it as he pulled you across his lap and kissed your softly, quieting your sobs.

“You can be strong again in the morning, right now you don’t have to try. I’ve got you and there’s nothing wrong with letting me help.” It was as if he had read your mind. You knew of course that he didn’t, he just knew enough to know that this situation was tearing you up.

“There was a reason for it than?” you breathed out against his lips.

“For what?”

“Why you always wanted to be able to see me during shows.”

He nodded a little before leaning down only an inch or so to rest his forehead on yours.

“I wish it could have just been because I wanted to look at you but yes. And I know you can take care of yourself but I’ll always worry and for good reason. Now you still haven’t told me the truth, are you okay”

“No.” You kissed him softly, cupping his face in your hands. You didn’t want to think about it, you just wanted to forget everything and this? This now seemed to be the best way to do so.

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medicatemedrmccoy · 7 years

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The New Kid

Ahhh, the AU that no one asked for (except for @imoutofmyvulcanmind)(relentlessly I might add) I don’t know why this struck a cord with me to write Leonard and Jim in High School(blaming you @bkwrm523) and the antics they get up to, but here we go! This will be continuing where my little drabble left off here. Hope you enjoy! There will probably be more chapters if people are interested.

Leonard x Jim (Mckirkish)

2,624 word(s) of high school shenanigans

No warnings

James scurried after Leonard into the classroom, hesitating before sitting his books down, and giving the other a quizzical look as Leonard took a seat at the front of the class.

“You sit in the front?” James asked quietly, looking around at all the other empty seats in the room, halfway hoping that Leonard wasn't serious.

“I, unlike some of these other clowns, am here for my education.” Leonard replied with a shrug as he began getting out his notebook. James looked around the room skeptically and took a seat behind Leonard to hide himself from the teacher’s gaze.

Leonard turned around and sat sideways in his seat, going over a few of the ins and outs of how the school worked and the different classes with James. A few minutes into their conversation, James noticed a figure in the doorway, a figure that almost seemed to duck and turn sideways to get into the door.

The kid, walked over confidently, with a smug sneer on his lips and flicked Leonard on his ear, hard, causing the brunette to flinch and purse his lips.

“Francis” Leonard said quietly through his gritted teeth, not moving or turning to face the bully.

“McCoy.” Francis replied with another flick to Leonard's ear, causing him to flinch once more. James looked to Leonard for guidance on what he should do. Leonard shook his head ever so slightly at James.

“So, who’s the fresh meat?” Francis asked, finally acknowledging James’ presence, while giving him the once over. James slunk back in his seat ever so slightly, not looking up at Francis. He had never wanted a teacher to walk in more than he did at this moment.

“Leave him alone Francis. It's me you want.” Leonard replied coldly, still through gritted teeth, his hands slowly balling into fists.

“Why should I? Looks like I just scored two nerds for the price of one!” Francis began to laugh as he went to flick James on the ear, causing James to yelp quietly, not expecting it.

“So how about it new kid? Want to be friends?” Francis added lowly, and threateningly, bending down to James’ ear. James squirmed in his seat uncomfortably as Francis’ hot breath creeped down his neck.

“Enough Francis!” Leonard yelled as he jumped out of his seat, finally confronting the bigger man. “Leave the kid alone” Leonard added as Francis snapped his head to eye the brunette with a cocky grin.

“Are you going to stop me?” Francis asked as he pushed James’ books and papers back in the floor. James let out a quiet groan as he stared down at the mess he was going to have to pick back up. Leonard's face went red, his eyes narrowed to slits as he balled his fists tighter at his sides.

“I didn't think so.” Francis replied, now pushing James’ backpack in the floor. Leonard started to pull back a fist when he was stopped in his tracks.

“Is there a problem here boys?” The teacher asked as she walked into the room. The rest of the class filed in behind her, slowly taking their seats.

“None whatsoever, Ms. Chapel.” Francis replied sweetly as he gave the teacher a fake smile, winking at Leonard, before taking his seat in the back.

“Good.” Ms. Chapel replied, narrowing her eyes slightly at Francis. Her eyes quickly dropped to the speck of sandy blonde hair busying himself on the floor, picking up his things.

“You must be James Kirk, I assume?” The teacher asked with a more gentle tone. James hit the top of his head on the desk before he jumped to his feet, straightening up. He could hear Francis sniggering in the background.

“Yes ma’am, that's me.” James answered quickly, clearing his throat, with his hands behind his back.

“Can I see your transfer slip please?” The teacher asked as she walked over to her desk at the front of the class.

“Yes ma’am, just a minute.” James replied, shuffling through his mess of papers hurriedly. Leonard gave a small cough, holding out a piece of paper with a tiny smug smile. James returned Leonard's smile slightly as he grabbed the paper and made his way to the teachers desk.

The rest of the class was quiet and uneventful. Leonard kept himself facing forward, writing down everything the teacher had to say, drinking it in effortlessly.

James on the other hand struggled to keep up with the teacher, having been thrown into the middle of the class. His notes were all over the place, even he barely understood them.

Leonard finished scratching out his notes and began to put his notebook away as the teacher took her seat at her desk so students could come up and ask any last minute questions about the lesson.

James was still writing his notes as Leonard turned around to ask James what he thought of the class. Leonard's question died on his lips as he watched James frantically write and rewrite and scratch out lines and change things around. Leonard grabbed James’ pen.

“It looks like you could use some serious help. Do you want to come to my place later and get caught up?” Leonard asked as he twirled James’ pen between his fingers. James stared at him with an almost dumbfounded expression on his face.

“Me? Come over… to your house?” James stammered out slowly, looking from Leonard's face to his pen twirling around in the others fingers.

“Yeah after school. I'll help get you caught up where you need to be, no problem.” Leonard replied easily, sitting James’ pen back on his desk.

James was taken aback by the amount of kindness Leonard had already shown him. He quickly tried to think of any other kind of motive that Leonard would have and thinking of none, slowly started to nod his head.

“Sure, yeah, I’d lov… I’d like that.” James answered, still not completely sure of himself or Leonard as he quickly began to stuff his mess of papers in his backpack.

“Alright, meet me in the parking lot after school, and we'll go from there. Time for me to head to chemistry, can't wait.” Leonard replied rolling his eyes, choosing not to make a point of James’ hesitation.

“I’ve got gym.” James said a little glumly, almost a little upset that he didn't have the same class as Leonard. Then he would have at least known one person.

“Gym for last hour isn't so bad. Don't have to worry about showering after if you don't want. Just head home and shower.” Leonard replied, standing up and throwing his backpack around his shoulder. James was about to reply to Leonard when Ms. Chapel interrupted them.

“James, principal Pike has sent a note and requested to see you before your next class.” Ms. Chapel stated as she handed James the note.

“Yes ma’am, thank you.” James replied, taking the note from her hand and read over it carefully. Leonard quirked an eyebrow at James but otherwise stayed silent.

“Probably wondering how I'm fitting in.” James said in reply to Leonard's unasked question. “I know him personally, old friend of my dads.”

“Alright then, well good luck. See you after school.” Leonard replied, giving James a nod as he strolled out of the classroom, James right on his heels.

The last hour of the school day passed quickly, and thankfully James didn't run into or see Francis for the rest of the day. He quickly changed out of his gym clothes and made his way to the parking lot to wait for Leonard. It didn't take Leonard long to come outside with a small scowl on his face.

“Two weeks into the school year and professor Picard is already giving an exam!” Leonard grumbled out hotly as he stormed by James, hardly giving him a glance. James stayed on the bench giving Leonard a quizzical look.

“Are you coming or just going to sit there?” Leonard half yelled over his shoulder, not quite turning around to the blonde as he continued to stroll swiftly out into the parking lot.

James didn't need to be asked again as he scrambled up off the bench and jogged after Leonard. Leonard stopped shortly at a small beat up old blue pickup and proceeded to throw his bag in the back. James mimicked his actions as he opened the squeaky truck door and climbed inside.

“It isn't much, but it gets me where I need to go and without too many complaints.” Leonard said as he climbed in and turned the key, causing the truck to roar to life.

“I think it's great.” James said as he buckled up his seat belt and rolled down the window, enjoying the sun on his face. Leonard gave the other a tiny smile before putting the old pickup in reverse and making his way out of the parking lot.

The two of them rode to Leonard's house in relative silence, just enjoying being out of class and the wind whipping through the cab, the dust billowing behind the truck, watching as the fields of wheat flew by.

Before James knew it they were pulling into a long driveway and the pavement gave way to the crunch of gravel as Leonard kept his speed all the way down and pulled up to the side of the medium sized farm house in a cloud of dust.

“Home sweet home.” Leonard said as he climbed out of the truck and went for his backpack. James was slow getting out of the truck, taking in everything about this house. It was everything James wished he had. He grabbed his backpack and followed behind Leonard into the house.

“Mom! Dad! I’m home!” Leonard called out in the quiet house. “I brought a friend with me, were going to my room to study!”

“Afternoon ma’am.” James called out, trying to be polite.

“Alright Len and hello dear, I'd come greet you but my hands are full.” Leonard and James could hear a sweet, faint voice coming from the kitchen. “Dinner will be ready soon, your fathers out back.”

“Alright mom, thanks.” Leonard replied walking down the hallway to where James assumed his room was. He followed quietly behind Leonard, looking at all the pictures on the wall. There were so many, James seemed to lose count.

Leonard finally slowed down at the closed door at the end of the hallway and opened it slowly. Leonard flicked on the light and tossed his backpack on the desk he had against the wall. James’ eyes went wide as he stepped inside.

“Wow, cool. You’ve got your own TV, and computer in your room?” James said in awe quietly as he took a seat on Leonard's bed.

“Yeah, you don't?” Leonard replied with a shrug, taking his notebooks out of his backpack, not looking at James to see his slightly pained expression.

“Oh uh, well yeah, totally. I just mean yours are a lot nicer than mine.” James fumbled out as he felt a small twist in his gut.

“This guy would never be my friend in a million years if he knew the real me.” James thought glumly as he got his own notebooks out of his backpack.

“There's a phone over on my night stand if you need to call your parents and let them know where you are or whatever.” Leonard said with a pen in his mouth as he dug through his bag.

“Oh, nah, it's cool, I totally called when I was in Pike's office earlier and let them know.” James quickly lied as he swallowed loudly, hoping Leonard wouldn't notice. Thankfully he didn't.

“Oh yeah, what did Pike want with you anyway?” Leonard asked as he plopped in his desk chair, spinning to face James.

“Just to see how I was doing so far and how I liked my classes.” James shrugged as he opened his notebook up to where he left off, tapping the page with his pen. Leonard thankfully didn't ask any more questions of James and began going over his notes.

“Why do you have so many medical posters up?” James asked, finally taking a good look around Leonard's room.

“I'm trying to become a doctor.” Leonard said matter of factly, like it should be obvious, giving James an upturned eyebrow.

“It just seems weird. Most guys our age have posters of women or cars up in their rooms, not posters of every bone in the human skeleton.” James snorted as he got up to closer examine the poster.

“Bones… now there's a cool nickname.” James said with a smile as he turned around to Leonard who was in the middle of changing into a lounge shirt and basketball shorts.

“Bones? You can't be serious! That's a stupid nickname.” Leonard protested as he plopped down on his bed, starting to arrange James’ notes.

“No way! It's awesome, and it's too late now, you’re stuck with it now, Bones.” James replied with a smug grin, adding extra emphasis on his new nickname. Leonard rolled his eyes as he brought his own notes in his lap.

“Whatever makes you happy I suppose.” Leonard sighed out, figuring there was no use arguing with the kid. James smiled a wide smile and climbed onto the bed next to Leonard.

James and Leonard worked for the next couple of hours trying to make sense of James’ notes and helping him with his other classes notes.

James finally sat down his notebook then rubbed his eyes. Leonard was too absorbed in his studies to realize James had stopped. James looked at the clock and his eyes bugged slightly.

“I’ve gotta go.” James said quickly as he hopped off the bed and began hastily shoving all his books and notes into his backpack.

“Whoa where's the fire? Do you need a ride at least?” Leonard asked in surprise as his notebook fell in the floor from the force of James leaping up.

“No, I don't live far. I just… I need to go. Thank you for helping me. See you tomorrow?” James asked as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and paused in the door for a brief second, waiting for Leonard's reply.

“Yeah sure, no problem, see you tomorrow.” Leonard said slowly as he gave James a quizzical look but didn't ask anymore questions as the blonde slipped quickly out the door.

James hurried down the hall and almost reached the front door when he was interrupted.

“Not staying for dinner dear? You're more than welcome, we have plenty.” Leonard’s mother asked from the dining room as she set the table.

“Oh, no ma’am. I shouldn't, I really must be getting home. Thank you though.” James said as politely as he could, before noticing a man come stand in the doorway of the dining room.

“Who is this?” The man asked gruffly, leaning against the door frame.

“That's Leonard's new friend from school, James.” Leonard's mother answered, as she brought food over to the table. James’ stomach gave a tiny growl at the sight and smell of the amazing looking food.

“Nice to meet you son. Names David, don’t be a stranger. Leonard could use more friends. Too absorbed in his studies if you ask me.” David said with a small laugh as he turned to help Mrs. McCoy set the table.

“Yes sir, thank you.” James said with a nod, as he quickly opened the front door and strolled out into the cool fall air.

James took one last look at the quaint farmhouse as he jogged away. His heart twinged a little with a hint of jealousy and longing at what Leonard had compared to him.

“He's going to kill me.” James thought grimly as he picked up the pace down the long gravel driveway.

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