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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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you’re my best friend ~ pete davidson

word count: 2002

request?: yes!

“pete friends to lovers”

description: in which two best friends get super sappy while drunk

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol and weed usage

masterlist (one, two)

You were already two glasses of wine deep when Pete showed up, two cases of beer in his hands. He had a look of excitement on his face, which slowly fell when he realized there was no one else in your apartment.

“Everyone else cancelled,” you answered his unasked question.

“Everyone?” Pete asked.

You nodded. “Prior commitments or just not wanting to come or some shit.”

Pete came over and plopped himself down on the couch next to you. The case of beer was at his feet and he popped it open, taking out a bottle and immediately chugging it. You looked at him in amusement as he did so. Once he was finished, you asked, “Aren’t they warm?”

“Room temperature,” he corrected.

“Isn’t that gross?”

“A little, but obviously I have to catch up with you so we can be on even playing fields all night.”

You smiled and poured yourself another glass of wine as Pete opened another beer and started to drink again.

Between the heavy amounts of alcohol and the joint that Pete had brought, the two of you had gotten fucked up in no time. At some point you couldn’t even get up off the couch for more drinks, or for water that you both knew you should be drinking. The hangover you were going to have the next day was going to be killer, but in the moment neither one of you really cared.

You were both laid back on the couch, legs intertwined as you laughed at something Pete had said. It probably wasn’t even that funny, but in your inebriated state, everything was hilarious.

“You’re, like, my bestest friend, Pete,” you slurred. “No one else even bothered the show up, but you did!”

“I’m sure everyone else had like...stuff happening,” Pete said. “Adult things like...I don’t know...kids and taxes.”

You retched at the thought. “Yeah, no, I’m good with not having those adult things to do. Having kids, while extremely cute, is also extremely exhausting. But I don’t think anyone would’ve shown. No one else really...hangs out with me anymore.”

You laid your head back so you were looking at the ceiling. You could feel a lump growing in your throat and didn’t want Pete to see if you started crying. You knew this sudden emotion was most likely caused by the alcohol and the weed, but you also knew it was something genuine, a concern you had deep down that you had never voiced to anyone before.

You could hear Pete move to sit up and immediately turned your head away so he couldn’t see your face, even though you knew that looked more suspicious than anything.

“Everyone is busy, (Y/N),” he said, his voice soft. “I’m sure they’ll be able to hang out soon enough.”

“They’re not too busy to miss out on work get togethers, or going out with one another.” You sighed. “I know people grow apart and that’s just what happens when you grow up, I just didn’t think it was going to be all of my friends growing up and drifting apart all at the one time.”

“What am I, chopped liver?”

You giggled and sat up. The room spun around you as you did so and it felt like your stomach lurched. You had to take a moment to steady yourself before focusing your attention on Pete.

“I told you, you’re my bestest friend,” you said.

Pete’s smile slowly faded as he looked at you. “(Y/N), don’t cry please.”

You had forgotten about your emotional moment entirely. You wiped your cheek to find a wet streak running from your eye to your chin. You looked away from Pete again, suddenly feeling ashamed by your needless emotions. You were glad that the two of you were so drunk in that moment and would likely forget all of this the next day.

Pete’s hand lightly touched your chin, lifting it so that you were looking at him again. You looked into his eyes as he used his thumb to wipe the tears from your other cheek. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized how closely the two of you were sat together.

“I’ll always be here,” he assured you. “No matter how much we grow up or grow apart, I’ll always be one phone call away.”

You nodded, unable to get the words to unstick from your throat. You believed him, you knew he’d always be here.

The smell of beer and weed was strong as Pete leaned forward more, and normally you’d hate the smell combination. But you were too distracted by Pete’s eyes to notice, and a moment later you were too distracted by his lips on yours.

You had never viewed Pete as anything more than a friend before. You had grown up together. You were partners in crime since the first day you met in middle school. Your friends, and even your family, often made jokes that the two of you would end up together, but you both laughed it off. You were best friends, two peas in a pod, nothing more.

But now, with his lips moving against yours and his arms pulling you as close to him as you could get, you weren’t so sure. It could’ve been the drunken state the two of you were in, mixed with the emotions you were feeling just moments before. When the two of you sobered up the next day you may have not even remembered what happened, but in the moment you wanted all of him. You wanted his lips, his hands, his body, his heart, and you wanted to give him all of you in return.

His tongue brushed against your lips and you gladly let it in. It was wet and tasted like beer, so not the most romantic thing in the world, but it felt good in the moment. You felt like nothing could ruin what was happening, until your stomach lurched again.

You quickly pulled away from Pete and rushed to the bathroom. You didn’t even have time to kick the door closed behind you before you collapsed next to the toilet and threw up everything you had eaten and drank the past few hours. Pete followed closely behind you, pulling your hair back and gently rubbing your back. When you stopped throwing up for long enough, he got up to get you some water and made you drink it all before he did anything else.

“I didn’t think I was that bad of a kisser,” he joked. You glared at him over your shoulder before throwing up again.

Once you felt steady enough, Pete helped you to your feet. You brushed your teeth and took a mouthful of mouthwash in order to get rid of the taste of vomit. Pete helped you to your bedroom, where he had another glass of water and an Aspirin waiting for you.

“You’ll need that in the morning,” he said. “I’ll let you get changed.”

“You’ll stay with me though, right?” you asked. Suddenly you hated the thought of Pete having to leave.

He smiled. “Of course I will. I just want to give you some privacy while you change. You’re not supposed to see a girl naked till, like, the third date.”

You smiled back at him, a fuzzy feeling building inside of you at the thought of actually going on a date with Pete.

You changed into a pair of comfy pajamas and downed the glass of water Pete had left for you. You ventured out of your room to the kitchen to pour up another glass. You found Pete putting the bottles of beer in the recycling container and putting your glass in the sink.

“Why aren’t you as fucked up as I am right now?” you questioned.

“I could always handle my booze better than you,” he teased. You scowled and stuck your tongue out at him. He chuckled and put an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

After some convincing, Pete agreed to join you in bed. At first he laid a respectable distance away from you, but you moved close to him and placed your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, running his hands through your hair as your eyes became too heavy to stay open.

“You’ll regret this in the morning,” he murmured. “Or forget it completely.”

“Maybe,” you said, “but let’s wait for the morning to decide that.”

~~~~~~

When you woke up the next morning you groaned in pain. Your head felt heavy and like it had been stabbed by multiple little needles. You opened your eyes but had to shut them again immediately, hissing at the pain that small action caused.

Why the fuck did I drink so much last night? you questioned as you braced yourself and opened your eyes again.

You found yourself alone in bed, which didn’t seem too unusual until you remembered that you hadn’t been alone when you fell asleep. Pete had been there, more specifically he had been cuddling you.

You’ll regret this in the morning, you recalled him saying before you drifted off to sleep. You wondered if he had left before you had the chance to decide how you felt about the events of the night before.

You popped two Aspirin pills into your mouth and swallows them with a mouthful of water. You pulled yourself out of bed and slowly walked out of your room, the only speed you could manage in this state. You were halfway to your kitchen when you realized you were smelling something; bacon. You wondered where the smell was coming from, and didn’t have to look far to get the answer.

Pete was stood by your stove, two plates full of eggs and toast already sat next to him. When he heard you enter, he turned and greeted you with a smile.

“Good morning sleeping beauty!” he said. His loud voice pierced your ears and you quickly covered them and groaned. He chuckled. “You poor thing, you’re gonna hate today.”

“I already do,” you said. “Is that for me?”

He looked down at the plate of breakfast. “One of them is, yeah. Do you think you can keep it down?”

“I can try.”

The two of you sat at your dining room table and began to eat. Although your stomach still didn’t feel right, the food was definitely soaking up whatever alcohol was left in your system and thus was making the splitting headache you had subside just a little bit.

There was an awkward silence looming over the two of you. Despite what you thought the night before, you could still remember every detail; the emotional conversation, the kiss, the cuddling, how you felt when the latter two things were happening. You knew Pete remembered because he certainly wasn’t as fucked up as you were.

“Do you regret it?” you found yourself suddenly asking.

Pete looked up from his breakfast, fake confusion on his face. “What do you mean?”

You gave him a look. “Pete, I remember last night. I remember what we did, and what you said before I fell asleep.”

He sighed, turning his attention back to his food. “I don’t know...do you regret it?”

“I don’t,” you admitted. “If anything, I...I feel whatever the opposite of regret is. The only thing I regret is getting so drunk I threw up after we kissed.”

He smiled. “Yeah, that’s not exactly great timing.”

You looked at him, still waiting for his answer. Finally, he looked up at you again and said, “I don’t regret it either.”

“So what do we do now?” you asked.

Pete thought for a moment before saying, “I take you out on a date, one where we’re both completely sober, and we decide if we really want to do this. How does that sound?”

You smiled brightly at him. “I think that sounds like a great plan.”

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blueathens · 3 years

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My Missus

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖡𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌.

𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀: 𝖴 𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝖨𝗍 𝖡𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖴𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾: "𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗌."

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

“I really don’t get why you’re mad.” Ben muttered as he sunk into an armchair watching as you paced the living-room like there was no tomorrow.

“You’re seriously asking me that?” You stopped your pacing to turn and look at your boyfriend who watched you, sinking down slightly lower in his seat as he saw the fire in your eyes. “It’s like you’re never here anymore.”

“I know but-”

“It’s always training and then you’re out with the guys.” You ran your hands through your hair as you sighed, calming your voice as you hated how it felt after you yell. “It’s never me anymore.” You mumbled sadly, nose twitching as your held back your tears at the thought that you might be losing Ben.

“Gorger-” But he couldn’t finish his sentence as his phone began to ring and he looked at it out of the corner of his eye seeing it light up with the name, ‘Madders.’

“Pick it up then.” You gestured to the phone, but your face was full of disappointment as you knew Ben was going to accept the invite of seeing them again, leaving you in a pit of loneliness. “Tell them you’re going, and you be there in the next hour.”

You turned around to head towards the kitchen, needing something to ease your mind from the headache that was coming but Ben’s voice stopped you.

“Nah, not coming tonight, staying in with the missus.” He told them with a grin on his face and you walked backwards so you were in front of him, looking at him with raised eyebrows. And Ben swore he saw a flicker of happiness in your eyes at that statement. “My missus and-” He paused when he saw the corner of your lip tug up as you heard the nickname again and he smirked to himself. “Gotta go.” And he chucked his phone onto the armchair as he stood up from it, making his way towards you and placing his hands onto your hips.

“Say it again.” You uttered; watching his lips as they said the new nickname that you have suddenly fallen in love with.

“My missus.” He whispered with a smirk as he rested his forehead against yours, noses brushing and lips just barely touching. “Doesn’t seem so angry at me anymore.”

“You’re giving me attention now.” You whispered.

“Well my missus deserve all the love in the world and I’m gonna be a better boyfriend and give it to her.” He picked you up by the thighs, causing you to yelp quietly at the sudden impact, his hands squeezing your thighs as he lips stayed close to yours, still not pressing them together. “My missus deserve to know how much I love her.”

“Better get starting then as you’ve got a lot to make up for.” You played with the ends of his hair, tugging it lightly unleashing a small groan from Ben’s mouth.

“Anything for my missus.”

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themarvel-spnmultifanwriter · 2 years

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Sweetness in this College Horror - Sam x Reader

Pairing: Sam x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: you are a college student who hates college and Sam and Dean work a case. You and Sam get closer as the thing they hunt wants to get to you. You and Sam catch feelings for each other and after you find out about the supernatural in this world you decide to become a hunter.

Warnings: mention of blood, violence, person trying to forcefully kiss you, dirty talk, angst, comfort, fluff, strangers to lovers (sort of)

Word count: 5.2k

I tried to make this gender neutral so both boys and girls can read this...

You woke up with a massive headache after another college party. The night seemed blurry. It wasn`t any different to all those other nights out with the people from college that you didn`t even know. Sometimes you wondered why you even hung out with them. At which point did you let your life slip away like this? But then again it was better to not care about anything for a few hours, being completely wasted, than staying in your dorm drowning in depression.

You groan and turned your alarm off. On the bed next to you, your room mate was still asleep. You`ve seen them make out with one of the med students last night and weren`t surprised that Alex suffered from a complete hangover. After you brushed your teeth and feeling to sick and unmotivated to fix your hair you changed into some random clothes and walked to your first class.

´´Here we go`` you said to yourself. Another day studying law to become a lawyer just like your parents wanted you to. It was the complete opposite of what you wanted. Sure you wanted to help people, you always felt the urge to fight for something, fight for right and peace, but you never saw the job of a lawyer as right for you. Because in the end you knew you`d had to defend a criminal, a monster, even if you knew it was wrong and that they deserved to be put into jail. That`s why yo hated college so much, why you didn`t want to be here. Because all those people around you they didn`t care. They just wanted to be right and argue. You couldn`t agree with that.

With your head resting on your desk you almost fell back asleep when a voice approached you from behind.

´´Sick party last night wasn`t it?`` a male voice said from behind you. you replied with a ´´Mhh`` hoping that might end the conversation, but of course the person wouldn`t shut up.

´´You looked sick hot by the way`` even though you weren`t looking you could hear the smirk on the person`s face. ´´You know maybe next time you wanna hang out with me at a party. I could give you good company, better than your room mate. And maybe we could also have some private fun``

you turned around to look at the person. Taylor Johnson, one of the more popular students at college. You didn`t like him. Not only was he no different than all those other rich white kids, he was also spoiled and probably never heard a no from his parents as a kid, which, now, made him think he can have what he wants or who he wants whenever he wants. Seeing him made you sick and it was for sure not because f the rest alcohol in your blood.

´´I doubt that we could have any fun together`` you said and turned away, but he sat down right next to you and moved really close so you could smell cigarettes and cheap vodka coming from his mouth.

´´Well why don`t you come to our party tonight and we find out? It`s at my place, starting at 9`` his smirk was so disgusting you felt the sudden urge to vomit.

´´I`m busy``

´´I`m sure whatever it is that you had planned can wait till tomorrow. Trust me you don`t wanna miss this out`` he moved to your ear and whisperes ´´once I`m in your panties I can make you cum faster than anybody ever did before``

´´Don`t you underestimate yourself?`` you asked and moved slightly away. ´´look I get it. You might think you are so great in bed and I hate to break it to, but those people you slept with, they probably pretended to cum fast to get it over with``

´´You are playing hard to get, but sooner or I`ll get you sleep with me`` Taylor said before he left.

You thought that first class of the day would never end. When you could finally leave you walked to your next class, math. You were surprised that you`d have another math class this semester, after your last teacher had been attacked by a wild animal. Well at least the police says it was a wild animal. You were one of the people who found Mr Browns and you were sure no animal would rip out the heart and leave the rest of the body as it is. But what did you know after all. The police didn`t want to listen so you let it go.

The new math teacher was very tall, his body looked fit and his arm muscles popped out as he fixed his brown hair.

´´Oh he`s so hot!`` ´´Yes, I want to sleep with him`` you heard the girls behind you talk. You rolled your eyes. But you had to admit that this new teacher was handsome. And you knew you would pay more attention in class from now on.

Dean was driving the impala while Sam read through the newspaper.

´´Ha, listen to this. A math teacher died on the campus of a college for law studies in Arizona two days ago. The police says it was an animal attack, probably one of the zoo animals escaped.`` Sam said.

´´And?``

´´And the heart was missing``

´´A werewolf clearly``

´´That`s what I was thinking. And he hasn`t been the only one. Two weeks before that the janitor died the same way`` Sam said. ´´Plus the place is only about two hours from here``

´´Alright so lets check it out`` Dean said and started laughing.

´´What?``

´´Man you must be glad to be around your freaky law student friends again`` Dean laughed.

´´Oh shut up`` Sam said and slapped the paper into Dean`s face. Two days later Dean and Sam applied for jobs at the college.

´´Why do I have to be the janitor? Walking around in this uniform and cleaning up those people`s mess`` Dean complained.

´´Because I`m the one who actually knows something about law Dean``

´´At high schools it didn`t matter either that I didn`t know anything for being a teacher`` Dean shrugged his shoulder.

´´Just stop complaining`` Sam said and walked to your class room. Even though he wouldn`t admit it in front of Dean, he was glad to be here around all those students. It made him happy to watch those kids study. It reminded him of the time where he felt the most normal.

And of course he wasn`t surprised when after the lesson many girls came to him and ask silly question`s just have a conversation with him. This was another reason why he didn`t want Dean to apply as the teacher. He know Dean. He knew he would use the chance to sleep with one of the girls.

Though you were attracted to this new teacher you didn`t run up to him after class. You saw this behaviour as rather childish and didn`t know what was the sense behind it. You saw all those girls as stupid for thinking they could life a hot teacher-student romance.

In your dorm you received a message from Taylor, asking if you wanted to go to the party with him. You didn`t reply. You didn`t mind going to a party, you liked getting drunk for free even if it was cheap alcohol. But you didn`t like Taylor. And you hated the idea of a party at his house.

You woke up pretty early that next morning around five. You pulled out your phone and saw a video of your room mate, Alex, rejecting Taylor in front of everyone. You laughed and were very happy that Taylor made a fool out of himself.

You decided to head to the campus and enjoy the morning sun with some hot coffee and pancakes that you bought at a nearby shop.

As you walked into the camus area you saw something from far away. A neon green jacket. ´´Didn`t Alex wear one like this yesterday?`` you thought to yourself.

´´She probably lost it while she was drunk heading to one guys apartment`` you said to yourself and walked towards that spot of green in the distance. But the closer you came the more you something else besides that jacket. It wasn`t Taylors jacket on the ground it was Taylor in the jacket on the ground. You rushed to them, wanting to help them up when you saw the blood all around her stomach and you couldn`t help yourself but started screaming in shock, letting your coffee and breakfast drop on the floor as you froze.

Dean and Sam had come to the college building early that morning to investigate. They were just about to leave the building when they heard you scream and started running towards you immediately.

´´Hey are you okay?`` Dean said and rushed to you before he saw the body on the ground. ´´Oh god, Sammy``

´´Hearts missing`` Sam said as he checked out the body which you didn`t notice as you were still in shock and had hugged Dean very tied in your panic.

´´Little help here Sammy`` Dean said and pointed at you as you gave him a heart time breathing.

´´Hey you its okay. Everything is alright`` He took your hands. ´´Dean call 911 to get the body away. I`ll talk to her``

And with that Sam took you to the school library to have you calm down. He sat down with you and handed you some tissues.

´´Are you okay`` he asked. He sounded worried, but also calm. You were very confused about his behaviour. How could someone stay so calm after seeing a dead body. And so you looked up to see who this weird person was and who you saw made you gasp.

´´You`` you asked surprised.

´´I`m sorry do I know you?`` Sam asked. It hurt though you weren`t surprised. Of course he wouldn`t recognise you. Still somehow you hoped he would.

´´I- no. We had a class together. I mean I- I am one of your students, y/n, but that... That doesn`t matter.`` you stuttered. ´´What are yo doing here? Nobody is here at this hour``

´´Well you are here too`` Sam smiled. It was a sweet smile, very kind.

´´I just wanted to enjoy the morning, before the storm. Before all the people come in``

´´More of an introvert I see. Me too`` Sam smiled again and handed you some water.

´´That`s not it`` you said. ´´I just don`t like to see all those people here. All those future lawyers. They all don`t care about justice, not really. I mean in the end they wouldn`t have a problem defending a killer or a criminal in general``

Sam was surprised, so were you. You didn`t know why you were saying all this. Why were you opening up to a stranger after you never told anyone anything for years. And Sam was surprised because he had never thought about lawyers that way. He always wanted to bring justice to the world, but never thought that if he became a lawyer he`d have to defend criminals as well.

´´So why are you here then, if you think about this job so negative. I mean after all you are still studying law don`t you?`` Sam asked and looked deep into your eyes. He was completely focused on you. He was curious about you. You were so different from all the people he met before. He wanted to know you.

´´My parents are the ones who want me to do this. They want me to become something big like them. They both are successful people themselves. My mom is a doctor and my dad is a lawyer too. So I had to chose between studying med or law. Besides, my dad knows the principal so it was easy to get me in. There wasn`t much of a choice``

´´Why didn`t you just do what you want. You don`t seem like the type of person to just do whatever someone tells you to`` Sam asked. He could relate to you. In some way he felt connected to you.

´´Really there wasn`t much of a choice. Do what my parents say or go your own way but with no money and zero support from anyone. Now tell me what would you chose Mr?`` Sam was quiet after that. He felt sorry for how your life wasn`t really yours.

´´What would you do? I mean if you could?`` Sam asked after some time.

´´It doesn`t really matter now does it?``

´´Come on what would it be?`` Sam smiled. This sweet smile. Now you just had to tell him. ´´I don`t know. I want to do something were I can fight for what`s right. For justice. I want to live, knowing I am doing something good``

´´Which you sort of can after all as a lawyer don`t you think?`` he tried to cheer you up.

´´Yeah..`` you sighed. ´´I guess complaining about your classes to your teacher isn`t that smart after all is it?``

´´Probably not`` Sam laughed. ´´But don`t worry I sort of get it. Now, are you okay?``

´´I don`t know. I can`t believe this happened to me again``

´´What do you mean?``

´´I don`t know if you heard... But there have been two killings before. I found the body of the last victim`` you said, flashbacks rushing through your mind.

´´You mean the animal attacks?`` Sam asked.

´´That`s what the police says`` you rolled your eyes. You couldn`t believe those cops kept saying it was an animal.

´´So what do you think it was?`` Sam asked you, listening even more careful to what you were saying which you didn`t realise. You thought he was just curious. You would have never thought back then that he was a hunter.

´´It cant be an animal. I mean which animal from around here takes the heart and leaves the rest of the body without a scratch? Besides, no animals are missing in the zoo and this isn`t exactly a wild area where you find bears and other animals every day. It was probably some weird creep from around. Some psycho you know``

´´y/n is there anyone from college who could`ve done this? Take revenge or something on those victims?``

´´What? No? I- I don`t think so... Why would you ask that?``

´´Look I really gotta go now. Ehm take care of yourself and yeah sorry this happened to you, but it will be alright`` and with that the new teacher just left. What a weirdo, you thought.

´´I found nothing`` Dean said a day later in their motel.

´´Me neither`` Sam replied though he wasn`t really listening to his brother. His mind was far somewhere else.

´´And you sure that person, this student, doesn`t know more? I mean maybe they were just in shock and that`s why they couldn`t give us any clues``

´´No they don`t know anything`` Sam said with a quiet voice, almost a whisper. ´´They`d make a good hunter. They got the type of look on their face. And the will to do the right thing``

´´Are you daydreaming about your students now? Sammy forget about them. Your little crush won`t come with us.`` Dean chuckled.

´´They are not my crush Dean`` Sam said offended. But he kept thinking about you that day and the next day in class while he watched you taking notes. You didn`t look at him, not much. Not after he had been acting so weird. And because you didn`t want to develop feelings. You didn`t want to seem weak, though you knew that was nonsense. But Sam kept watching you. Even on the campus as Taylor came to you.

´´Hey there`` Taylor`s breath still smelled awful like everyday as he is drinking every night.

´´Go away`` you said annoyed. Usually you would try to somehow be polite to him as you still had some manners after all, but today you were too tired to be friendly.

´´Whats up with the mood?`` Taylor laughed. ´´Aren`t you happy to see me?``

´´Just leave me alone`` you groaned. A couple of students around you started giggling as they were all too amused about Taylor getting rejected by you.

´´You better watch your tone in front of me`` he grabbed your arm. He was much bigger and stronger than you and his grib hurt. ´´It was all fun and games, you playing hard to get, but you should know your place``

´´I think you are the one who should know his place`` you snapped at him.

´´I told you I will get you sooner or later, don`t forget that`` Taylor`s eyes were filled with lust. It was creepy and it freaked you out.

Sam, who was watching you from afar, wanted to walk over to you and help you, but Dean pulled him aside.

´´Hey man`` Dean said.

´´What?`` Sam asked, worried about you and mad at his brother for not letting him walk over to you.

´´I got something``

´´Now?`` he asked nervous.

´´What do you mean now? Yes of course now. Or lets just wait a week or two and let this son of a bitch kill some more people`` Dean said pissed at his brother. He noticed Sam`s weird behaviour these last few days and he didn`t like it. Sam had his eyes still on you when he saw you pushing Taylor away before walking to the other side of the campus. Relieved he turned to his brother.

´´Alright what is it?``

´´You with me?``

´´Yes Dean just say what it is`` Sam snapped at his brother.

´´Alright. Jeez you gotta chill. So I checked the time when the victims died``

´´And?`` Sam asked.

´´And it always happened between three and four in the morning``

´´So?`` Sam didn`t get what Dean`s point was. ´´You want us to stay awake every night and hope the monster will show around?``

´´Not exactly. All the killings happened on Campus, under the week and after there was a party outside of the campus.``

´´When most people aren`t on campus and the person won`t be seen`` Sam said to himself.

´´Exactly. The janitor and the math teacher usually stayed late so they went home at night. And the student we found, she lives on campus and left the party pretty late`` Dean explained.

´´ I heard some kids talking about a party tonight`` Sam said. ´´Some of the richer kids out of town will have one at his place``

´´Now I say we wait here on campus for someone to show up and wait for our monster to try and get them``

While Dean was preparing for their werewolf hunt, Sam stayed in a cafe on campus. He watched all those students study. He missed college. He missed his normal life. He missed the feeling of feeling like everyone else.

´´Oh y/n hey`` he said and waved at you when he saw you. You smiled and waved back awkwardly before ordering coffee. He was the first teacher to ever greet you like this in a place like this. But you had to admit you liked to see him.

Sam asked you to sit down with him. You agreed because you thought it might seem rude not to, but you felt weird doing so. And maybe you even felt a little excited.

´´How are you?`` Sam asked you.

´´Good`` you lied.

´´You sure?`` Sam asked with a smile.

´´Well I still have to stay here at college`` you sighed.

´´Yeah that sucks`` he said and took a sip of his coffee.

´´Professor why did you call me over?``

´´Oh please say Sam to me``

´´Sam?`` you asked.

´´That`s my name yes.`` Sam smiled. He didn`t know why he was acting that way. He knew he had to act like he was a normal teacher, but then again he wanted to know you better.

´´So, Sam, why did you wanted to talk to me?``

´´What?`` Sam asked surprised. In his head he had been thinking about what to say to you, but didn`t count with such a question coming from you. Which, now, he realised was stupid of him, because it was strange for a teacher to start a random conversation with a student. ´´I just... I wanted to make sure you are okay``

´´Well, thank you I am`` you both smiled at each other. His eyes fascinated. They were so pretty with sunlight reflecting in them.

´´So... College is that bad?`` Sam laughed. ´´I mean you can have a lot of fun anyways. Parties and stuff. Making friends``

´´I don`t want to make friends. Most people here are weird. And I only go to partied for the free drinks. Its nice to not feel anything for some time you know``

´´You shouldnt throw your life away like this`` Sam said all of a sudden and took your hand. He looked into your eyes intense. It gave you shivers. ´´lease try not to throw your life away. I get how much it sucks to be here if you dont want to, but you should at least try and make the best out of it``

´´You don`t understand`` Your voice was quiet. You knew he was right. You never wanted to start drinking. But now you couldn`t stop.

´´Trust me I do`` Sam`s look was sad, yet soft and feelful. His hand still touched yours. It was bigger than yours and warm. You liked the feeling of him holding you, though you wished you wouldn`t. He gave you a feeling of being understood. He was the first erson on your side, the first who listened. And you would`ve kissed him if he hadn`t moved away all of a sudden. Because Sam had noticed the time and that he still had to help Dean prepare for the night.

´´I have to go to my next class`` He said as he stood up. ´´Please think about what I said. Don`t waste your life like this. You deserve much better``

You were thinking about Sam`s words, but in the end didn`t listen and got dressed for the party. You had to get drunk. The last few days you stayed sober and it was like hell. You had to get wasted. You needed to drink away the pain for some hours. Sam wouldn`t understand. Afterall he had the job he wanted. So you met outside with a few other people from campus to get a ride to Maison`s party.

Maison was one of the richest kids so for once you could enjoy the taste of expensive tequila and vodka instead of cheap beer. Most people were dancing in the middle of the living room. You just stood aside watching. You were only here for the drinks, nothing more. You didn`t need the dancing or making out with other people. All you cared about was getting drunk enough to not think of college and your shitty life for some hours.

But of course someone had to interrupt your plan. You felt someone pull your arm. You had been drinking to much to keep your balance and fell right into their arms. Into Taylors arms.

´´Let me go`` you mumbled. But they wouldn`t. Instead they pulled you to the room next day which seemed like some office.

´´You look hot tonight`` Taylor seemed drunk. You`ve never seen them like this. Usually they were just an asshole that you`d tell to fuck off, but now they were forceful on you and you couldn`t tell what they were about to do next. ´´Now I`ll show you what fun we can have``

You were pushed against a wall and felt their lips all over your neck, then your lips. Unfortunately alcohol made you weak and clumsy so there was no chance of pushing them away.

´´I told you you will like this`` their breath was on your skin and their hand slid down under your shirt, rubbing your waist and stomach. Anger suddenly filled your body. You had to go through a lot in your life. You had people treat you the way they wanted and make you do what they wanted. You were used to it. But you never let anyone do this to you. And in your anger you grabbed something from a table next to you, some figure out of glass, and smashed it against Taylor`s head who let go off you immediately. You ran off filled with new energy from the shock that you didn´t mind running, or well fast stumbling, back to the campus.

As you arrived on the campus field you sighed relieved and took a few deep breaths. When you heart race had slowed down you looked around. You could`ve sworn there was something. Some distant sound... Something like a running in the bushes. And a groan. Suddenly there was an attack from behind, someone had pushed you over to the ground and you landed on your chest. You heard something like a scream, something similar to a human sound, yet also like an animal. You couldn`t help yourself but scream.

´´Hey asshole`` you heard a voice from behind and a gunshot. Then you saw someone run off and the janitor with a gun after him.

´´Are you okay?`` you saw Sam reach down to you.

´´What the hell was that?``

´´Its alright don`t worry about it. Dean got this``

´´Dean? The janitor?``

´´Yes. Now let me help you up`` Sam gave you his hand. After you stood up you hugged him immediately. You blamed the alcohol for it and felt ashamed instantly, pulling away. A few minutes later Dean came back out of breath.

´´The son of a bitch escaped`` Dean said and looked at Sam.

´´Y/n did you see his face?`` Sam asked you and you shook your head.

´´What`s going on here? What are you doing here? And why is it that the janitor runs after someone with a gun?``

Dean and Sam looked at each other. ´´We should tell her`` Sam said.

´´Come on Sam``

´´Dean we should`` Sam insisted.

´´Alright fine`` Dean sighed. ´´We are FBI. We work under cover``

´´Dean!``

´´Okay fine`` Dean rolled his eyes. He didn`t trust you. You had his brother focus less on his job and he didn`t like that. ´´We are hunters``

´´Hunters`` you repeated. ´´Like bears and foxes and other animals?``

´´More like in monsters`` Sam said. You laughed, but soon realised he was serious. ´´That thing that attacked you was a werewolf. We need your help to find out who it is``

You didn`t know if you were dreaming or if the alcohol made you see and hear things. But then again you didn`t drink that much. So this all must have been real...

´´How should I be able to help you?``

´´It`s probably someone from college. Someone who stays here long. someone who can easily kill those people`` Dean explained. You thought for a moment. You had no idea who could possibly be a werewolf. But then it you. The way they always acted, seeking for revenge. It had to be Taylor. You and Alex both had rejected them. Your last math teacher had them get punished for smoking in school and the old janitor was the one who offered to give them the punishment. All those people embarrassed Taylor.

´´I think I know who it was`` you said.

Soon later Sam and Dean had come up with a plan. After school Sam would tell Taylor to stay longer and follow him behind the school were Dean would stab them with a knife. All was settled and you watched Sam and Taylor arrive from afar as you waited at the impala, which you thought was a nice car. Then you saw Dean coming with the knife. From another direction you saw the principal.

´´Shit`` you said quiet. If he saw Sam and Dean stab a student they`d be in big trouble. And so you tried to distracted him.

´´Out of my way`` he pushed you aside.

Dean was about to stab Taylor, but they noticed Dean and moved to the side. Instead of stabbing their heart, Dean only scratched their arm.

´´Are you crazy??`` Taylor yelled.

´´Its not affecting you? You are not the werewolf? Sam they are not the werewolf!``

´´Of course I`m not you psycho!``

´´Uhm this is all a big misunderstanding. `` Dean said and Taylor ran off.

´´Why aren`t they the werewolf?``

´´I don`t know Dean`` Sam said.

´´Maybe because you got the wrong person``

You saw Taylor run away and Sam and Dean talking to the principal and wondered what was going on. Then the principal attacked Dean, threw him against a wall and went after Sam.

´´I knew sooner or later hunters would come. I just didn`t think they`d be so stupid like you two`` the guy laughed. ´´After you stopped me from having my dinner last night I might as well just take two hearts now``

His claws ripped Sam`s shirt apart. He started carving on Sam`s chest who let out a sound in pain. Then there was a shot and the principal fell on the ground. Sam saw you standing with a gun and then noticed the trunk at the impala was open.

´´Are you okay?`` you hushed to Sam.

´´Yeah`` he said in pain as you heled him up.

´´Yeah I`m fine too thanks for asking`` Dean said as he stood up as well. ´´That was a pretty good shot``

´´Thanks`` you said. ´´So what are you guys doing now?``

´´We`ll keep moving`` Sam told you.

´´Hunting more monsters``

´´Right. What about you? Will you be alright?`` Sam asked you worried. He didn`t want you to throw away you life like that. He wanted to see you do something you want to do, something you are good at. And most important he wanted to stay with you.

´´I guess. I mean I won`t be doing something as cool as you guys. But still. I`ll be fine`` you smiled at your teacher.

´´Alright lets go Sammy`` Dean started to walk to the Impala.

´´Dean wait`` Sam said to his brother. ´´Lets take them with us``

´´What? Are you insane?``

´´Why not? They are good. You`ve seen it. They did a good shot. We can teach them how to hunt. Let them do something they might actually want to do``

´´You know the job is dangerous. It can get them killed`` Dean tried to explain to his brother.

´´So can staying here and drinking all night. I don`t want them to waste their life. If they go with us I can at least protect them`` Sam begged his brother. Dean didn`t like the idea of you coming with them. But then again you saved their life. You were good with the gun. And you made his brother happy.

´´Fine go ask them`` Dean said and sat inside the impala.

You were surprised when Sam asked you to come along with them. You were unsure at first. But eventually you agreed and it was the best decision in your life. As a hunter you finally felt good doing justice those victims by killing the monsters. You felt free and independent. But most important you felt good that you stayed with Sam.

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gurengui · 3 years

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➳ wong hendery as your boyfriend:

a/n: peak soft hours for this guy, he's just wonderful~

this precious precious man i have so many things to cry say about him 💟

he is just. so pure and wholesome it makes my heart physically ache.

basically your diamond in this rough world, ready to hold you at moments notice 💌

hendery's an overall soft boy, be it as a friend or as a significant other he comes off as a very humble, mellow person to me 🍦

but he's also someone who can turn routines into fun ones, make them exciting and not feel as mundane yk?? 🤔

he's the equivalent of music through headphones, the world remains the same when you're without him but with him you notice things you never really used to, feel emotions in different ways~

he makes you want to find the fun in life, inspires you to see the good in things around 🎇

not to mention feel absolutely silly and go along with his silly antics once in a while 💥

drives, bicycle rides, walks with him are your fave pastime cause there's something so personal about them (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

plus you also get to see bella so it's a win both ways 😌

will spam you with selfies if he has to, day or night, those are his way of checking in especially the ones where he smiles like :]]

your magical mood maker ✨

but also personal meme dealer 😎

his laughs with you are the brightest and most energy filled 💔

makes you understand the definition of laugh out loud so-

praise him!!!!! till the end of time!!!!! 🔪

he'll love it so much, giggles x 100000

what i would give to caress his cheekbones in pure admiration MMMMM

maybe even put a lil glitter on them but shhhhhh <\\3

but also the way he's SO skillful??

AND mature which I feel like most people don't see? when he cares he cares with all he's got and that's just !!!

from drums to languages to entertainment to dancing to gaming 💋

his voice while rapping? goosebump inducing. (Ò - Ó)

his screech at a gaming victory? headache inducing but he's so cute while hyperactive so it's forgiven ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 💫

he emotionally understands you, on your silent days he gives you company or space to let you feel however you want :’))

on his silent days: he's clingy, just hold him. hold him like you would hold your world 🌎

values you so much more than you know.

he's a dork. but he's YOUR dork ❤

treasure him. (because i already do~)

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neoculturetravesty · 3 years

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We met in online class - Part 4

Image taken from here. Originally had this image in mind but Tumblr won’t let me upload it.

Pairing: Renjun x Reader Genre: College AU, romance, fluff, angst, maybe humor???? Warnings: Strong language Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Happy Easter to all who celebrate it!

It’s funny how quickly people form habits without really meaning to. You don’t realize you have a new favorite word till someone points out you’ve been using it so much. You don’t realize you’re addicted to caffeine till you get headaches from withdrawals. You don’t realize you can’t live without dessert till the sugar crash hits. And in the same way, Renjun didn’t realize he had gotten used to your company till he’s waiting outside your lecture hall with an almost expectant inclination to see you.

A lot of it had to do with who you were as a person. You had pretty much infiltrated Renjun’s life, even though he still kept you at an arm’s distance. One day, he had walked into the library and found you with Jaemin, while the two of you had your heads together over a laptop and a huge gift basket in the making on the table. Jaemin wasn’t the kind of person who invited a lot of new people into his life; so he must have really trusted you because it wasn’t the last time Renjun saw the two of you together.

But worse than Jaemin was Donghyuck. Renjun was pretty sure that since you’d asked him out, you had probably hung out more with Donghyuck than with him. Almost as if seeing Renjun was just an excuse for you to hang out with him, as you had often joked. It was as if the two of you were kindred spirits, long lost best friends who had finally found one another. Donghyuck would invite you everywhere, get up to no good with you in tow; and before Renjun knew it, the two of you were even planning parties together. Neither Donghyuck nor you needed Renjun as an excuse to hang out with one another anymore, and it amused him. A part of him wondered if Donghyuck was playing along to help his bigger cause. But his friend always looked so genuinely happy around you that any ulterior motive he might have seemed to have been forgotten.

“Why can’t the sun always be like this?” you said as you laid on the grass using your backpack as a pillow. Your hand was reaching out over your face, your fingers wiggling as you played with shadows.

While you soaked in the sun, Renjun chose to sit under the shade of a tree, sketching away in his book, completing his assignment before his next class.

“You wouldn’t appreciate it as much if it were always like this.” Renjun replies, not looking away from his work. He much preferred paint over charcoal, but he had to admit that the scratching sounds it made against the grains of paper--coupled with the chirping of birds and gentle ruffling of leaves around him--was really relaxing. As was your company.

“Hmm. But it’s still nice to see it without fine dust couture. I like seeing it fully in the nude.” you say, a soft, funny smile on your face while your eyelashes cast shadows on your cheeks.

“Pervert.” Renjun accuses, smiling as he drew. It just makes you laugh and lay sideways to face him. You prop up your head on your hand.

“I’m the sun, Huang Renjun. Now draw me like one of your French girls.” you say in a comical voice and Renjun actually laughs without reservation.

“Do you have any more classes?” he asks, fixing his black and gold rimmed glasses over his nose.

“Nope. I’m done for the day. Yeri’s supposed to pick me up, so I’m just waiting for her call.” you say, rolling onto your back once more, resuming your dance with the shadows.

Renjun hums a reply as he sketches, but really, he’s thinking that he hadn’t formally met Yeri. At least not yet. He had just had two very awkward run-ins with her the couple of times he had been to your apartment. Come to think of it, he hadn’t been to your place since that last time. And you had never been to his place at all.

It wasn’t on accident, though. All of it had been by Renjun’s really convoluted design. He had met a few of your friends on campus in the passing, sure. But you were more a part of his life that he was yours. That is exactly what Renjun had planned. Lately, however, that plan seemed to be fading away into the ether. Slowly but surely dispersing from memory till it was more or less abandoned.

Because Renjun did not realize that he had adopted you like a habit. Any time he saw a witty meme, he had to send it your way because you would text back with an equally witty reply that scratched Renjun’s intellectual itch. Any time Jisung would bring home a baguette, he would take a picture for you with a caption like ‘Francophile life going strong’. The two of you had even developed a silly game where you would look at different marketing taglines and wonder if it would still work to sell condoms.

‘Nike. Just do it.’ Renjun had once texted.

‘That is a low hanging fruit, Huang Renjun.’ you had replied.

‘Okay, true. But how about Imax: Thing big.’ he had texted back.

‘Hmm, almost but not quite. I need something stronger.’

‘BMW: Designed for driving pleasure.’ he had actually found himself scrolling through a long list of taglines while his assignment laid forgotten.

‘Oof. Now you’ve found the sweet spot. Keep going.’ Renjun had smiled at your reply and had found himself hurriedly looking for something better.

‘Geico: So easy, a caveman could do it.’

‘Mmm, didn’t think you were a kinky boy, Huang Renjun. Go on…”

Renjun had actually laughed out loud, making Jisung look up at him quizzically and replied ‘1010 Wins: you give us 22 minutes, we’ll give you the world.’

‘Yessss! Right there, right there!’

Renjun hadn’t even realized he was grinning wide and standing up from his desk, a list of taglines open both on his laptop and his phone while he scrolled to find the perfect response that would make you happy. ‘Rice Krispies: Snap! Crackle! Pop!’

‘So close, so close, I am almost there!’

‘Washington Post: Democracy dies in darkness.’

‘THAT’S IT, THAT DID IT, THAT HIT THE SPOT!’

Renjun had actually belly laughed at the entire conversation. He didn’t remember the last time he had laughed this way because even Jisung was looking at him with an amused smile, asking “What’s so funny?”

So yes, Renjun had adopted you like a habit. But it wasn’t just through text. When you weren’t the one waiting for him on campus with a couple of cups of coffee in hand, he found he would go looking for you. You would spend all your free time together, just like this. He would find himself missing you on days he didn’t get to see you. He found himself disappointed when you didn’t have time for him because you and Donghyuck were on a very important mission or you had to meet your friends or you had extra work that was demanding your attention. You had just inserted yourself in his life in such a manner that Renjun didn’t even notice.

Perhaps you had nothing to do with it, but Renjun’s life had been treating him pretty well, too. Maybe he was more inspired these days, because his work was getting better and his professors were noticing. His painting instructor had held him back after class one day and offered him an internship at his studio. While it wasn’t huge, it was enough that Renjun had thrown his fist in the air in celebration as soon as he had left class. And you were the first person he texted and he was glad he did because you had texted back a freakout that made him grin like an idiot. You had come to see him as soon as your own class had ended and you had flung yourself in his arms and had jumped around excitedly before dragging him along so you could buy him an artist’s apron as a present.

“Do you have any more classes?” you ask him as you stare at the evening sun through your fingers.

Renjun’s about to reply when he is interrupted by the sound of your phone buzzing in your pocket. You fish it out and sit up, telling Renjun “Hold on…” before answering it. “Are you here, Yeri?”

Renjun goes back to scratching away in his pad, thinking. Maybe he should introduce himself now when Yeri comes to pick you. But what would he say? ‘Hi, I’m Y/N’s friend?’ Everyone on campus knew that the two of you weren’t exactly just friends. It was thanks to your stunt during that one online class, where he’d met you. ‘Hi, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend?’ But he wasn’t that, either. While the two of you had become pretty comfortable in each other’s company, you hadn’t really done anything, or had any serious talk about what you were. You two always found yourself tiptoeing “the line”. Actually, no. It was Renjun that tiptoed that line. After his two failed attempts to kiss you, the conversation had just not taken that turn ever again. You two hadn’t leveled up on the PDA front, either. Sure, you had cuddled into him in the back of the cab that one night, and he had half-carried you to your apartment till Yeri took you from the doorstep. But you didn’t seem to remember any of it, so it was basically back to square one. Sure, you had hugged him in joy when he had gotten the internship, but did it really count when the two of you hadn’t even held hands yet? Aside from the innuendo-filled condom tagline talk, the two of you hadn’t really done anything that would constitute as… something a couple might do.

“Okay, but how long would it take?” you’re saying into the phone, a gentle crease growing between your eyebrows. Whatever you heard back must have been distasteful because you grimace. “Okayyyy, Yeri, I’m hanging up now!” you say pointedly and groan, laying back into the grass.

Renjun chuckles “All good?”

“Yeri has brought home a ‘distraction’.” you say, making air quotes, and a face like you’ve tasted something sour. “I’m banished from my own home for the evening.”

Renjun looks up.

He thinks about his next words carefully. “Um… what are you gonna do?”

You groan once more and say “I’m probably going to crash at Lia’s till my exile is over. So inconvenient!”

“You could come over to mine.”

Renjun didn’t know how it happened, how he found the courage to think it and then actually say it out loud, but now there’s no going back because the two of you are walking down the hallway to his place. He doesn’t know why, but his throat is a little dry and he peeks over his shoulder to see that you seem a bit nervous as well. He takes a deep breath and decides to break the tension.

“Here we are.” He says as he punches in the code. He holds the door open “Hello, MTV. Welcome to my crib.”

It works because it makes you smile. “So, this is where the magic happens.”

“Mhmm, but I hope to God my roommates have at least attempted to clean it up some, because I did text them a head’s up.”

“Lead the way, Huang Renjun.” you say and he does. He walks you into his living room where Jisung is currently sitting, playing video games. The smell of something delicious makes his head turn towards the kitchen where he finds Jaemin.

“Hey, Y/N!” he calls out then wipes his hands on a towel before coming in to give you a hug.

“Hi, Y/N!” Jisung says without looking up.

Renjun is amused and a little confused. Perhaps you and Jaemin got even closer while he wasn’t noticing, but Jisung? When had the two of you met? By the looks of it, Jisung was comfortable enough with you that he wasn’t even minding his manners and greeting you properly. Probably because he was too busy dwindling his thumbs on his controller furiously.

“Damn, Jisung, you’re really going at it, huh?” you say to him easily.

“Mhmm. I would’ve been doing even better if Jaemin hadn’t interrupted and kicked me out of my own room because you were coming over.”

There is a two second silence before Jisung’s audience of three begins talking at the same time.

“Jisung!” Renjun yelps, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, no, we aren’t going to like… do anything--” you find yourself explaining at the same time, face heating up.

“Jisungieeee!” Jaemin also sings out to scold, yet he grins as he mock-chokes the boy.

“You are so dead.” Renjun gives the back of Jisung’s head a death stare.

“Nooo, our Jisungie means well, don’t you, Jisungie?” Jaemin coos while Jisung dodges his kisses.

Renjun shakes his head and places a hand to your arm to guide you along. “Let’s go.”

“I’ve made food if you crazy kids get hungry!” Jaemin calls after you and it’s the most animated he’s been in a while.

His friends being, well, his friends was probably worth it because Renjun is feeling a lot better as he brings you into his room. It had been a while since he had brought a girl over and looking about, he can tell that his mates did a good job at hastily cleaning it.

“Damn, Huang Renjun. You’re a clean boy.” you’re saying as you look about. “I thought you’d be the artfully messy type.”

Renjun grins as he runs his fingers through his hair. “We can mess it up together if you’d like.” But Renjun mentally smacks himself in the head as soon as the words leave his mouth because you’ve looked up at him and quickly looked away, muttering something awkwardly.

“I… I didn’t mean that. I just meant with like, paint and, like…” Renjun blows air out of his mouth and then your eyes meet. Before you know it, you both are giggling at each other because the awkwardness is probably making you a bit delirious.

Renjun watches as you take a deep breath to stop the giggles and turn to start looking around. “Oooh. Mr. Fancypants is a tea connoisseur.” you say as you run your hands over his teabag display box.

Renjun chuckles “Do you want me to make you some?”

“Sure. Let’s have tea, Mr. Fancypants.” you take a seat on his wheelie chair and your eyes go to the artist’s apron you had bought him that is currently hanging on an easel. You give it a fond smile.

“What flavor would you like?” Renjun asks as he puts the kettle on and sets up two mugs.

“Umm… I don’t know tea. I’m a coffee drinker.” you reply, your fingers tracing over the pictures he had at his desk.

“I’ll make you a simple chamomile, then. I’ve seen you and Jaemin enabling each other’s coffee habits and I don’t approve.” he knots his eyebrows.

“Oh no, no, no. Jaemin is on a different level. I took a sip of his coffee by mistake once and my entire life flashed before my eyes. I don’t know if that boy drinks coffee or straight up cocaine.”

Renjun bites his smile because he’s still holding onto the look of disapproval. “That would explain the random spikes and falls in his energy.” he says as he pours out the water in the mugs and seeps the teabags. “Here you go.” he sets your mug on the desk and takes a seat on his bed.

You take a sip “So, which one is your bunk?”

“Top.” Renjun also wants to make an innuendo but he stops himself because the awkwardness surrounding the fact that you and him are alone in his room has only just subsided with the tea.

“Isn’t the bottom bunk more comfortable?” you muse as you drink. You seem to be enjoying your tea because you haven’t set it aside yet.

“Of course it is. It’s why Jisung has it.” he comments, cocking his eyebrow. “And I sleep here on this bed.” He pats where he’s sat.

You grin as you sip then quickly wipe your chin as some tea spills through your smile. “Where do you keep all your paintings?”

“In the studio. On that top bunk. Behind that door. At my grandma’s house.” he lists off on his fingers.

“Why behind the door? If I had your talent, I’d basically cover every bit of my wall in my art. Like the most egomaniacal artist in the world.” you fantasize, looking up at the ceiling.

Renjun chuckles. “I kinda like my space to be a bit cleaner, you know? Because I’m always around art. It kinda helps with my imagination, having a clean environment. It’s almost like a clean canvas.”

“Interesting.” you’ve said and it sounds like you genuinely mean it. “It’s still a bit sad. All the work you’ve created should have a home. It shouldn't be hidden away behind doors or on top bunks.”

“You can give some of them a home if you’d like. If you have space, I mean.” Renjun gives you a fond look. You haven’t replied but you’ve set your mug down and looked at him with a very tender look in your eyes. You stand up.

“I wanna see your bed.”

Renjun grins. “Be my guest.”

“Ooooh.” you make an excited squeal, almost like you're about to enter Dexter’s Laboratory. You plop yourself on it and bounce up and down, almost as if to check the pliability of it.

“So this is where the magic happens.” you giggle and then Renjun finds your gaze moving to a picture frame on his headboard. “Is that your grandma?”

“It is.” Renjun smiles as he watches you pick your feet up and make yourself comfortable.

“She looks exactly like you.” you say, looking back at him with an affectionate look.

“A lot of people say that. People in school used to think I’m adopted because I looked nothing like my parents.” Renjun scoots back to sit next to you.

“Are you close to your parents?” you ask gently, looking at him.

Renjun looks away.

The two of you hadn’t had that many deep conversations. And anytime you did, he had found a way around it so that nothing was shared, nothing was learnt.

But no one had ever asked him that… not in so many words. He finds himself shrugging and responding before he can stop himself. “Nah. They don’t even talk to me. They’ve never really cared.”

“How do you know that, Renjun?” you’re asking him in a very soft voice. The kind of voice that has Renjun sharing more than he wants.

“They pretty much abandoned me very young,” Renjun laughs ironically. “They would fight all the time, you know? Like, they really would go at each other one moment then make up the next moment. They kind of forgot they had a son.” Renjun finds himself saying while his eyes fixate on a loose thread on Jisung’s bedsheet. He realizes he’s warm and comfortable and that’s when he notices that you’ve put an arm around him.

“That must have been so hard, to go through that.” you’re speaking to him so softly and your head and your body is angled towards him, giving him all your attention while Renjun talks into the abyss.

“They were just like… kinda dysfunctional, you know? They fought like crazy and I had to hide away so I wouldn’t hear them. And then the next day, they’d be in each other’s arms like nothing happened. They would pretend like everything was all right. Like the trauma they gave me meant nothing.”

You’re not speaking anymore, only listening. Your hand around him has started to gently stroke his arm. Your other hand softly combs through his hair.

“It was such a vicious cycle and they wouldn’t stop. I think they were kinda addicted to it. They would’ve been happy living like that with each other if it weren’t for me.” He had never shared so much with anyone. But now that he had started, it was difficult to stop.

“Renjun…” you say empathetically and pull him into you. Renjun pauses for a moment, but decides to give in. What did it matter, anyway? He rests his head on your shoulder.

“If it weren’t for my grandma, I wouldn’t even be alive, you know? She saved me from all of that and took me in. She raised me. It wasn’t even her responsibility, but she raised me.”

You are holding him to you and soothingly stroking his hair when you say “Then I think your grandma is the luckiest person in this world. Because she got to see you grow up to be such a good man.”

Renjun feels a lump in his throat grow and before he knows it, there are tears stinging in his eyes. You turn your head and press a kiss into his temple and slowly rock him. It was odd, being here like this, because Renjun realizes that this was the first time you had kissed him. But more than anything else, it was the first time someone had held him like this.

The last time he remembered being held was probably when he was a child, and it had been his grandma. No one since had held him in their arms to listen to him, to comfort him, to love him without any conditions. No one had tried to take his pain away without wanting something in return. The thought puts more tears in his eyes and he finds himself leaning his weight into you.

He allows you to hold him and comfort him and coo at him. You’re speaking to him gently but Renjun isn’t hearing your words. He’s only concentrating on the soothing sound of your voice and how melodic it is. He liked hearing you talk. He’s concentrating on how you’re rocking him, and how the movement is slowly lulling him. He liked how warm and soft you were and how protective your arms were. He liked the smell of chamomile on your breath. Had you enjoyed chamomile? He thought you had. Maybe you would’ve enjoyed a different flavor more. Renjun decides he should make you an Earl Grey next time; it would probably be better suited to your caffeine tastes. Maybe you wouldn’t like Earl Grey as much either, but it would be nice to discover that bit about you. He’d make you try all the flavors till he learnt which one your favorite was.

“How come I never saw your cat?” He asks sleepily after you’ve been quiet for a while.

“Hmm?” you ask, confused.

“Your cat. Galbi. How come I didn’t see him when I came over?” Renjun can feel your smile against his temple.

“Oh. Yeri had dropped him over at the vet’s that day. Do you want to meet him?” you ask him.

“Yeah, it would be nice to meet him.” Renjun says and brings an arm up to cuddle closer into you.

“Okay. Next time you come over, you can meet him… shoulder gangster Renjun.” you’re only whispering at him now as you tease him.

“Mmm.” is the only reply Renjun can manage as he chuckles lazily. He didn’t even feel like killing Donghyuck for telling you about that because he feels so good like this, in your arms. Renjun hasn’t even noticed that you’ve laid him down till he realizes how horizontal he is.

It felt nice. Being held by someone, being protected by someone, being comforted by someone. Your hands haven’t stopped soothing him for a single moment ever since they started. Renjun hadn’t even noticed that you’d put the covers on him. Or that you were kissing the top of his head till he feels the warmth. It all felt so nice. He barely registers that your shirt is wet from his tears. All he feels are the relaxing patterns you’re drawing onto his skin. It’s the last thing he feels as he drifts off. And though you're gone in the morning, Renjun can swear this is the most sound sleep he's slept in many nights. He feels a thousand times lighter, like someone had lifted a heavy weight off of his chest and he was finally breathing fully.

He smiles as he grabs his phone and sees your name right on the top of his notification list. He reads your message:

‘Hey, shoulder gangster. Sorry I left without telling you but you were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you. I wanted to ask you something AND YOU CAN TOTALLY SAY NO. But my brother’s hosting a spring art festival of some sort at my parent’s house this weekend. A lot of his artist friends from his company will be there. Do you maybe wanna come with me?’

And there it was.

Yes, it was funny how quickly people form habits without really meaning to. And in his new habit, Renjun had forgotten the real reason he was with you in the first place.

Eyes on the fucking prize, Renjun thinks as his reality comes crashing back on him.

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Let Chaos Reign

Chapter 4- People Of Earth

Summary: On the run from the Avengers in your search for a way off Earth, you meet some mortal annoyances along the way until a certain blue eyed human is able to find you wandering in the forest. But can he convince you to come back to the Avenger’s base with him?

Warning: action, blood, fighting, Bucky doing his best, slight fluff

Masterlist - Chapter 3

So Bucky had been thinking.

If finding Y/N was only as easy as looking at her red dot on the tracker, then damn, he could just teleport to her no problem. Unfortunately the worlds technology hasn't yet reached Star Trek technological advancements, nor can he teleport. It's been a long hectic couple days trying to find her which is starting to drive Bucky up a wall, how is she so sneaky? He can literally see her location at all times but yet she's evaded him at all costs without even trying, she doesn't even know a tracker is attached to the inside of her jacket.

And the team, they haven't been much help at all. They've decided to listen to Fury's orders and stay clear of Bucky's mission when it comes to finding the escaped demigod and bringing her back to the Avenger's base. A lot of help they are. At least Steve checks in for updates when he's not getting pulled into a training session by any particular person of the hour. Maybe the tracker doesn't even work. Maybe?

No, it's Stark made. It has to work, this problem is simply Y/N.

Bucky pulls off to the side of the road near a little park in some rural town way outside of New York City where he knows Y/N went through not even twenty-three hours ago. He opens his door, slamming it shut in frustration before taking in a big breath of fresh air. The day is slightly overcast yet he doesn't appear to mind it at all, having the hot sun blaring down upon him never feels very pleasant. Then again, maybe he's just more familiar with colder temperatures.

A crow flies down across the vacant road from him, it ignores Bucky as it jumps onto the road in order to pick at some road kill of a dead flattened squirrel. Bucky reverts his gaze when his eyes soon land upon a bent wooden telephone line further up the road where it looks like a car ran right into it. Wanting to stretch his legs for a bit and feed into his curiosity, Bucky jogs across the street and over to the area of flattened grass and wood splinters.

He observes the wreckage. Its just as he saw from farther away, a splintered post with pieces of wood spread across the grass from the impact. A couple glass chunks shimmer in the few rays of sunlight peeking out from behind the clouds. There are tire marks imprinted into the mudded ground leading up to the post, he crouches down to get a better look at the source of impact.

A dog barks in the background, its legs getting closer and closer to Bucky until a wet slobbery nose finds its way onto Bucky's right arm. The face of a golden retriever greets him as a young man races to the spot looking very embarrassed.

"Trout! Get away from the man, be nice! Be nice! He might not want your kisses!" He shouts desperately, "Trout!"

Bucky pets the friendly dog while his owner runs to their spot before standing to greet him, "He's fine, don't worry about it."

The red faced man smiles shyly, "I'm so sorry. He gets so excited whenever there's a stranger around I just don't understand it."

Bucky shakes his head, "It's fine, really. I like dogs."

The dog sniffs around Bucky's boots before sniffing the skid marks, "Oh I'm Gio by the way, sorry about my boy Trout. I love him but he can be a lot."

"Hi." Mutters Bucky, "I'm James."

"Nice to meet you..oh..Trout drop that piece of wood you nucklehead it's sharp!" The dog stops before dropping the wood, it starts sniffing around the grounds again. Gio looks at Bucky, "It's too bad what happened here, just last night too. Thank God nobody died! It's just unfortunate."

"What happened?"

Gio nods towards the splintered pole, "Some nutcase ran out in front of the guy driving and then bam, he just swerved to miss 'em and ended up totaling his car and getting a bruised collar bone. He's my neighbor. Poor guy, never got a proper look at the idiot who did it either so there's no one to blame."

Bucky's brows furrow, "No one saw who ran in front of your friend?"

Gio stops a second to think harder on the matter, "Hmm...okay wait a second Nick did say this person moved like faster then a frickin' deer. They were here one second and gone the next, right into the woods."

"Where is Nick now? Is he okay?"

"Oh yeah he's fine, just chillin' in his hospital bed for another day until his headache goes away. Guess he also got a concussion or something, some shit luck I tell you."

"Thank you, I gotta go." Says Bucky quickly before turning on his heels and jogging across the street. Leaving a very confused Gio to go run after his dog again.

There's a hefty possibility that Y/N had absolutely nothing to do with anything surrounding that crash, however, Bucky has to know. He pulls into the Westonville Hospital before Winter Soldier sneaking his way inside and now here he stands on the other side of the door to Nick's room, 213. He knocks, a man answers and says to come in, Bucky does. Shutting the door right after.

The man lays upright in bed, sipping on a juice box as he quickly locks eyes with Bucky. "Hello." Says the twenty-something year old, "You a nurse?"

Bucky could have laughed, "No. Just here to ask you a couple questions."

"Listen man, the police already got my statement. I wasn't drunk...nor on anything at the time. I don't do that shit while driving, I wanna stay alive okay?"

"Right." Mutters Bucky, "I just want to know if you saw this person who caused you to wreck."

He eyes Bucky suspiciously, "Dude are you with the FBI or something? Cause the police think I just saw a deer but I'm telling you it wasn't a deer okay?"

"What was it then?"

The man looks from the door then back to Bucky, he makes a waving motion for him to walk closer, "Dude, this was some lady. She was so fast I never even saw her till she was almost road kill...then....and you're not gonna believe me....then I swear to God, she pushed my car." Whispers Nick before nodding, "Dude that's how I went into the pole, she pushed me and I lost control and BAM! Right into a pole. Asshole, my damn car is fucked."

"Do you know what she looked like?" Nick then proceeds to give an accurate description of you and all your beautiful chaotic-ness, who's apparently still not very fond of human transportation vehicles.

Bucky then glances from Nick still rambling about you and what a dickhead you must be, to the window showing the woods and half a parking lot. He can't let you escape him again, you might end up killing someone next time and that absolutely cannot happen.

——

Stupid men! Stupid humans getting in your way! These people are irritating and bothersome, all you wanted was to search for the Ancient One in peace. All you want is to find her and get the fuck off this planet so you can confront your brother and...

"Miss are you okay?" A scratchy voice speaks to you from the car to your left, you turn your head to meet the face of a young woman looking at you with kind eyes, "You need a ride?"

"No."

She gives you a look, your appearance is admittedly more roughed up then you would like, but it's been a rough couple days since your last shower and you're technically on the run from Earth's Avengers. "You sure? I got room in here, and a nice place to stay with food and a shower too. Just tryna be nice to someone who looks like they could use a hand." You look like you could use a hand to the face.

Your brows furrow, she reeks of too much perfume and something else, "What kind of food?" You technically do need a ride and this may be your only chance to get one somewhere away from this place in the middle of nowhere. Also a place to stay for the night would be admittedly very nice considering you've been sleeping in trees and behind people's sheds.

Her eyes light up in surprise, "Anything you want. Just tell me and I got you."

"Good."

She unlocks the door, "Come on in. I'm Ava by the way. Nice to meet you, now I hope you don't mind but back at my place I got a couple roommates. But don't worry they come and go, they won't bother you I promise." You don't believe her, but hop in next to her anyways. She looks like she could use a better friend then whoever she stays with. You can smell at least one of them on her.

She gives you a strange faltering smile when you take notice of a nose piercing; she wears a jacket and jeans, although an odd tattoo showing off some line of numbers keeps itself on her right wrist hidden by some colorful bracelets. All in all she is an attractive woman. But her car is no better then her person, the scent is vulgar and repulsive but you're admittedly too hungry to care. Too much perfume.

The ride to her apartment complex takes about twenty minutes, in this time Ava has explained to you how her favorite food, chicken alfredo, is made. She also won't stop looking at the long mirror above your heads, it's like something keeps drawing her attention but there's nothing behind the car of any important significance. Maybe that's just a human thing?

Eventually she takes a couple turns that passes more street stores, houses, and apartments until she drives near a gas station and takes a left for an apartment building of reddish brick that looks like a shitty castle.

It's nestled within the town, with its rear to a small park, oddly enough she claims you can see the city from the roof. Getting out, you watch as she shuts her door before jogging to the back and pulling out a couple groceries. "Oh hey there, can you get the waters, there's like three packs here but we can come back for them later."

You quickly walk to the back of her trunk and lean down to pick up all three waters with ease, her eyes go big, "Oh wow..okay yeah, that'll work." She shuts the back, you begin following her across the parking lot. Stomach growling.

Her wary eyes fall onto you, "So uh, you lift?"

"No."

She nods, "Cool cool, uh you from around here?"

"No."

"Okay cool, I am, well not originally...I was actually from Arizona but then I ran away when I was thirteen because my home life was pretty shit and then I met my boyfriend Jed and he took me here and..." Her face shifts into a frown before it regains it's half smile once more, "Doesn't matter now I guess, it's not fantastic here...with him. But I got a place to stay and a roof over my head and he gets me anything I want really. So it's not so bad."

You can't help but feel somethings not right with her, and this bothers you deeply, "So uh, how's your lover? Jed."

She frowns, "Oh he's nice....I wouldn't say lover I guess....and he's kinda older then me but it's fine really. You might see him, he comes and goes yunno?"

She opens the glass doors for you to walk inside, the area smells of stale air and smoke, "How old?"

She purses her lips together, "Not that much older, I'm seventeen he's just a little above that. But it works for us, he's got me a nice place and he loves me so that's nice." Her smile falters, you can tell something isn't right here but can't quite place your finger on it.

Ava keeps silent for the rest of the trek upstairs until she leads you down a long hallway to a tall white door reading A8 on the front, a small glass porthole in the center. She gets her keys out, "Try not to touch anything, he doesn't like messes okay? Just uh, follow me okay, he might have a friend here."

"Alright then. Proceed." She gives a little nod before unlocking the door and opening it up to reveal a large apartment as clean as a button, with the exception of a few tall thin glass bottles empty of all liquid laying on the short glass table in the lounging area. A large screen is on showcasing something of little importance to you.

Ava sets the groceries on the kitchen counter before racing over to the short table, "Oh sorry about the mess, please just set the waters down by the trash can. Give me a moment." You look down to find a tall thin metal can, doesn't look like a trash can but you set the three cases of water down anyways.

Standing in the middle of her kitchen she hastily rushes in to drop the bottles in the trash can, "I'll put the stuff away, do you-do you want anything?"

"Whatever gives me enough strength to continue on my journey."

"Right. Yeah okay uh we got," She opens up the fridge, "we got some burritos from last night. And fruit....a lot of beer....you don't want that. Here, I'll heat this up for you okay." She shuts the fridge and takes the assumed burrito to another square object hanging from the wall. She pops open the door before placing the food inside and shutting it.

She turns it on. "What is that device?" You ask a sit makes a strange vacuum sound.

She raises a brow, "A microwave." Voice on the tinge of humor, the microwave beeps and she soon opens it back up. "Here ya go! It's a day old so don't worry, still fresh."

She hands it to you, you look down at the warm thing wrapped in a brown paper, "Appreciated."

Your meal is well received and admittedly pretty delicious, once finished do you walk over to the giant glass window to have a look outside, you can see the tops of many trees and farther away across the greenery lays a city just as Ava had spoken of.

Maybe the Ancient One resides somewhere in there, hidden, but within the ginormous labyrinth of steel, cement, and glass. Farther down the hallway a door swings open and the pattering of bare feet is heard walking down the tiled floors of shiny white. This place really is clean, like a small palace for the mortals.

The man stops at the end of the halls archway though you don't care to look at him, "Ava who's the bitch over there? I thought Jed wasn't buying anymore for a few weeks." Whispers the man to the kind woman, Ava, who stands frozen in the kitchen.

You immediately don't like him, but stay your ground to listen, she whispers back, "She's a friend. Needed somewhere to stay for a day or so."

He walks over to her, "He's gonna be pissed when he sees your new friend here. If she's not here to sell, get her the fuck out before your man comes home tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah tonight. His trip to Vegas ended yesterday, he's on his way. Don't you know how time works?"

She shakes her head, "Guess I just forgot is all. I'll make sure she's gone."

He looks over to give you a proper once over, you can hear his heartbeat quicken, "Not too bad either. Nice ass, she looks good..real good, it's a damn shame she's not here to stay for the fun. I wouldn't mind a couple of rounds with her myself."

Your fists clench, you've had enough of this jabbering animal, "Oh really?" You turn around to watch as his eyes go wide when they take notice of the golden color of your irises, "What filth you spill off of that thing you call a mouth is repulsive and disgusting. Who are you may I ask?"

He quickly retains his swagger once again, he takes a step forward, "I'm Jed's right hand man, Antonio, I run this bitch when he's away and I don't like how you're talking to me."

"I'm not entirely fond of your existence. Leave us, I want to speak with Ava alone."

Antonio's face shows bewildered rejection, "Excuse me?"

You take a threatening step forward, "I don't believe my tongue slipped. You heard me correctly. Leave." He keeps still as a statue, mind still processing your words. Clearly no on had ever bothered to talk to him like this before.

He blinks and points a hand up for emphasis, "No whore tells me what I can and can't do in my own goddamn house!" He immediately rushes past Ava to grab something under the kitchen bar.

She gasps in surprise, "Tony no! Don't do this! Put it away she didn't mean it, she doesn't I swear! I swear!"

He walks back around to shove her into the couch, "Shut up." He throws up his arm to reveal a black hand held object that could be nothing else but a small gun, you stare at it in curiosity, expression interested and unfazed.

He doesn't like that, he tilts the gun at you angrily, "What's up now huh! You ain't telling me to do nothin' I run this fucker up in here! So you're gonna fuckin' listen to me you whore! I'll fu.." Antonio's body stiffens, his eyes go wide as saucers when he realizes he's not able to move, not able to speak.

Hands kept to your sides, you curl the fingers of your right hand to bloodbend this imbecile. Moving this hand to the right, Antonio's grasp is forced open and the gun clatters to the floor. "What are you doing!?" Shouts Ava fearfully.

"Teaching a dog a lesson."

Curling the fingers of your other hand, Antonio is forced to walk in staggered painful steps across the carpet at your will, Ava gasps in fright as she watches your little horror show. "Men don't treat their people like animals, you want to act like a beast. Then you'll be one."

His throat makes a dry crackly sound as he tries to scream when you move your hands to orchestrate a new action, Antonio is forced to his knees where he crawls like a dog across the clean carpet. A frightened man he becomes, his movements choppy and forced, body awkward and stiff as he moves on all fours. Proud of your work, you walk over to the man and crouch down to reach his level, "You see, the universe has created us all for a reason. Whether we are powerful or not, that control we have can be taken as it can be given."

He mumbles a reply that cannot be heard properly even by your hears.

"You know of your power?" He shakes his head as you smirk, "Your strength is built from fear and hatred. That is no way to find your place in the world, that is how tyrants lead."

Drool runs down the side of his mouth as his eyes look up to you pleadingly. "Stop it! You're hurting him!" Shouts Ava.

You give Antonio a pitiful look, "I know. And this creature deserves more then I'm willing him to do, but because you've gained my respect. I will release him." Standing, you flick your hands and Antonio is released from your trance. He coughs and sputters in a curled up heap on the floor like a beaten old dog.

"Pathetic." You mutter dryly as Ava breaths heavily from the couch.

"Wh-what are you?" She whispers, "Are you a witch?"

"No. But I am someone who is done with this place." You give her a respectful tilt of your head, "Ava, I thank you for your hospitality, but I must leave." She watches as you take one last look around the room before walking towards the closed door. Turning the handle you're prepared to exit when she screams. "Antonio no!"

Boom!

The bullet stops three inches from the back of your head, whipping around to face your assailant, he fires two more rounds as you halt the bullets in their tracks. He registers what's happening and quickly chooses to pull the trigger again. As a plethora of steel flies your way, you raise an open palm that causes them all to freeze in place.

The room goes deathly silent before Antonio takes a single step and you've sent all five bullets straight through his vulnerable flesh. Blood flies across the walls as he slumps to the ground while Ava gasps in terror, too afraid to make a sound.

You frown, gaze set on Ava, "I'm sorry I had to do this in front of you. He gave me no choice, but I think this loss will not be mourned over." Your golden eyes flicker back down at the bullet ridden body, "A quick death is more then he deserved. So long Ava, be brave."

The door opens.

"What the fuck happened here?!" Speaks a man most certainly in his late thirties as he sets something on the ground, "Who's this bitch?"

Ava's expression shifts to fear as you let out a tired sigh, eyes set to the man you know as Jed, "An old friend." ——

Crouched down by a river, you rub off flecks of blood that dissipate into the murky water like forgotten memories. You just wanted to eat and rest a while as you gathered your thoughts. But here you are, you've killed two humans and have damaged a couple busses in the process of it all. Not to mention that one car the other night...at least that man kept his life.

This realm is complicated and busy, there's not enough wilderness to hide in and there are certainly too many prying eyes that can catch you with their small square devices easier then you'd like. Thankfully Ava had not seen your rampage on the internet so she wasn't able to instantly recognize you. Then again you weren't wearing your armor.

However your eye color certainly doesn't aid you in finding a way into the city close by, that's still too far for your liking, people will undoubtedly stare. At this point you don't trust a single soul, and anyone close enough to see your face would most likely report you to the authorities in an instant.

Your goal has been thwarted one too many times and that shit does not fly with you one bit. Find the Ancient One, have her open a portal to your realm, and from there kick your brothers ass. It's all very simple, well at least it should be. Stupid Midgardians.

Hrrrrr Hrrrrrrrr! A loud horn blares from within the woods to your back right, twisting around and standing at attention, your fists emit flame when a huge lumbering mass of metal rolls through the trees practically making the ground shake.

It sounds like a tiny thunderstorm, you've never seen anything like it except for when you where in Norway but that vehicle was significantly smaller and less loud. "God this place is insufferable." You mutter, annoyed by the less then peaceful atmosphere of Midgard.

So far you've evaded the watchful eyes of the Avengers for the past three days and have gotten nowhere on your quest for vengeance. And now this thing just adds to your stirred up pot of frustration.

Taking a breath, you decide to wander through the trees until you've found the tracks where that metal vessel was drawing its power from, oddly enough the steel bars attached to plates of wood does not give off energy. Strange.

Figuring it must be the vehicle itself, you sway your mind from pondering the idea as your thoughts drift to that of home and the necklace hidden around your neck. This valued object was your dying mother's, a heirloom of your linage, and a damn powerful piece of jewelry.

But your brother and his wicked ideas, he wanted to use it for his grant thoughts of tyranny and power over the nine realms. A fool, no one could ever claim such a feat, no place needs rules like such from one being calling all the shots. It's madness.

It's insane.

Shaking your head, you keep following down the tracks as you listen to the sounds of cars in the far off distance. Birds chirp and flutter by while minding their business in the forest, although you could have sworn you heard a soft thud in the dirt behind you. A shuffle of stones maybe?

A deer perhaps? No, this is no deer; halting your trek to the city, you place your hands upon your hips before slowly turning around, "I'd expected as much. You are a clever man after all....Bucky."

The dark haired man greets you with a shy grin as he stands there off to the side of the tracks, dressed in casual attire like that when you saw him in Norway. He seems genuinely happy to see you, "I wish I could stay away." Replies Bucky in a playful tone, "But you've killed two human traffickers and I gotta make sure you don't hurt anyone else. Even if they deserve it."

You scoff, "I could end your life right now if I wanted to, kill all your friends next and then burn this world to ash and dust trying to get what I want. No matter the cowards I've killed."

He shrugs, "That sounds harsh. I'd rather you didn't actually, kinda like being alive." He's such a smartass in the best way, yet you hold back a smile to keep your noble aurora about you.

"Fair point I suppose. This Earth may be greatly flawed, but I have no qualms with the people here but that of my own business."

"Right. Your own business, finding the Ancient One and dealing with your brother and all that stuff." Nods Bucky, "Y/N, you know we could help you..."

"I don't need it! I'll find my way through this planet myself. Alone!" You shout, causing the trees to creak and moan from a surplus of wind that blows Bucky's hair about. He knows what you're capable of, but he has to try and persuade you anyways.

He looks almost apprehensive to approach you, "Y/N please. I know we all got off on the wrong foot, probably by a lot. But my friends are good people, we want to help you find what you're looking for. I promise you that." Says Bucky with a pleading look, "No lies. I promise."

You give him a conflicted glare as you think of your options; he found you somehow, he legitimately wants to help, and you desperately need a way off this damn planet. Maybe they do know a way, maybe they'll actually be able to help you, maybe Bucky is truthful?

He goes to take a step forward when you throw a hand out, "Stop." He keeps still as you take a breath, "Bucky, you give me your word?"

"I do."

"Promise!"

Raising his hands up, he gives you a sincere look, "I promise Y/N."

Taking a long moment to think over his words, you finally nod, "Good." He watches as you walk across the tracks until you're within a couple feet of him, he swallows, unsure if you might have just lied and are about to set him on fire. Instead he's relieved when you gift him a tight lipped grin, "Fine then, let us leave this place."

"Awesome.....yeah, okay good...well I'm parked back that way. We can just walk on the tracks instead of through the woods. Easier that way." He takes a couple steps back the way you came, when you don't move does Bucky stop and reach a hand out for you to take, "I'm not going to hurt you Y/N, I promised I'd help you remember?"

"I haven't forgotten." You quickly answer him.

"Good because I intend to keep it." He smiles softly, beautiful stormy blues focused all on you with a gloved hand ready for you to take.

You shake your head before walking past him, "Fine but I'm not shaking your hand."

Bucky chuckles to himself as he watches you practically swagger down the side of the tracks away from him. Quickly does he break from his staring trance to jog over to your side. The two of you walk for a little ways in complete silence until you glance over at him when your curiosity gets the better of you. There's just one tiny question you still need answered, "Well, how'd you find me?"

Bucky holds back a grin, "Your pocket." He points down towards your jackets pocket. Giving him a look of confusion, you reach down and feel inside for whatever he's on about, suddenly your fingers touch something round and metal attached to the inside wall.

Taking a hold of this odd device, you tug it loose before bringing your hand into the open, "What the hell is this?" You ask.

Bucky reaches out to take the object from you, he holds it up, "This. Is a tracker."

"That thing? It's like a thick coin, how does it manage to do such a feat?"

"Technology, radio waves. It's not my design, but with it I was able to follow where you went. Granted you're more elusive with your traveling then I'd first realized, but it did it's job...and now I'm here."

"Yes, now you're here. Maybe you really are braver then I first thought, or just a plain fool. I could have stuck to my word and killed you." You snap your fingers, "Just like that."

He chuckles, "I had a feeling you wouldn't."

"Oh really? What made you assume I would be merciful?"

"When we met for the first time in Norway, and later at the base. You didn't hurt me, well I guess I should say you didn't try and squeeze the life out of me. Or set me on fire.."

"I set your jacket on fire." You point out as he smiles.

"You did. I liked that jacket too." Muses Bucky, "Still, you let me live both times. Even let my friends live too, Y/N, I don't think you're so bad at all."

You hum in thought, "Your words are kind and humbling. But I do not feel worthy of such claims." He has no idea who you are, what you've done. So much he doesn't know.

Bucky frowns, "Why not?"

"I have done nothing but add more chaos to this realm with my existence here, I have been betrayed and for that I was filled with rage taken out on innocent people living their lives. I want to be worthy of what you say I am, but I am not." His heart hurts at your valiantly honest words, if only he could understand completely.

"Believe me Y/N, you aren't nearly as bad as you think you are. There's been way worse people throughout history here before you ever showed up."

"I believe your words though my personal occurrence's chance to lessen these people compared to what I have done centuries ago. Do not misinterpret all of what I speak, I understand there are always beings harming others for their own sick pleasure, however I did not frighten for enjoyment. Quite the opposite."

He could just about give up his metal arm forever just to know what the hell you're talking about. What kind of life did you live before all of this? Bucky soon takes out a small square device with his one gloved hand, "I trust your word on that. And hopefully we're able to help you...I just gotta get us a ride out of here first." He turns on a black screen and slides his finger across to unlock, "I have where I parked pin pointed via another tracker."

"You don't recall where you've come from?"

"Yeah, I mean no..no, I do remember the direction I came in, it's just I was running so fast to find you I forget exactly where my car is. Don't worry this will only take a moment."

Holding back a grin at the way he muddles around on that screen of his, you divert your gaze elsewhere to look around at the trees and other various greenery spread about as usual on a planet such as this one. It's fascinating, almost like that of your home world in Vanaheim. How you miss that place. The vast mountains spread throughout the landscape, huge lumbering trees taller then the cellphone towers you've passed, and great skies of blue where dragons fly at will.

Suddenly a stick cracks in the trees to your right, you turn while Bucky pays little attention, a crow flies out and into the blue sky it goes. Easy now, just a bird, nothing more. The wind picks up for a second and you can almost catch the scent of sulfur when a ball of fire erupts from the trees ready to kill.

The spherical flame screams towards you and Bucky, who's by now dropped his phone onto the tracks, "Y/N watch out!" He shouts fearfully, hand gripping onto your shoulder as you keep a strong fearless stance to the approaching flame.

Throwing a hand out, you divert the ball into the gravel where it bursts like a small firework, rocks flying everywhere as you stand at the ready for whatever happens next. "Y/N! What the hell was that!" Shouts Bucky.

"A scout. I think one of my brother's loyalists found me."

"A scou..." Another ball of flame soars towards the two of you and then another right behind it as you maneuver your body to deflect each of them in quick succession when out of the scorched trees does a smirking woman reveal herself. Her smile is proud and wicked, taller then Bucky she stands and impeccably strong she appears.

She wears armor closely resembling your own, but instead of blues, silver, and white. Her armor is black and red, silver replaced with shimmering obsidian as she walks into the evening light. Her eyes flicker gold like your own, she tilts her head at you, "Princess Y/N of Vanaheim. An honor to meet you, truly." She bows with mockery, you immediately despise her.

"What dog is this who speaks to me?"

She grimaces, "Aüla, master of flame, Phoenix of Vanaheim, I am here to bring what stolen jewelry lays upon your neck. What belongs to King Leyondros." She points a sharp nailed finger to your neck, "That, is a house Lavpranthus family heirloom."

"You think I was born yesterday? That incompetent tyrant who dare claim himself as king does not deserve what treasure I possess. He is barely a brother to me now, and you, what business do you serve?"

She smirks, gifting Bucky with a wink as she wiggles her fingers with flame, "He's sent his best out to find your whereabouts since he's exiled you. I just happened to be lucky enough to land on Midgard where wouldn't you know it, here keeps the banished Princess herself. I couldn't be more fortunate." She opens up her palm like a needy child, "Now Y/N, the object I so desire."

"You will die trying."

She holds up a threatening fist of hot flame, "I will be bathed in riches! I will be loved! King Leyondros will welcome his champion with open arms as I present him with the necklace stolen by his traitor sister! With grand tidings of her annihilation!"

You share a dark look with Aüle as you step in front of Bucky, "I do not care to know what bargaining from the beasts of this realm you made to find me. And I certainly do not care for the false promises my brother has warped into your mind, you cannot take my life and you cannot have this necklace."

She calls flame into both hands, "Then I'll take it off your burnt corpse!" She thrusts her hands forward causing a burst of hot orange flames to shoot like dragon fire straight for yourself and Bucky.

Anticipating this action, you create a wall of your own fire that shatters her advances, you turn to the wide eyed brunette, "Bucky forgive me for not handling this sooner. I hadn't realized she was here."

"It's fine." Mumbles Bucky, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he stares fearfully at the angry woman spewing fire at you still.

Focused back on Aüla, she suddenly begins creating whips of flame that crack and slash at the air. She throws a whip towards Bucky but you're able to deflect it easily, in retaliation of her advances, you thrust a burst of dusty wind knocking her backwards.

She tumbles across the gravel like a discarded sack of potatoes, jumping gracefully down from the high point of the tracks, you land nearby this hellfire spawn who staggers to her feet. Rubbing the dust from out of her eyes, she coughs, "Foul play Princess, I should have guessed you'd cheap shot."

"You still believe you're leaving here with my necklace?"

Leaving her charcoal stained eyes be, she opens her palms to flame, "Well I certainly don't intend on perishing at your hand. I will get what I came for."

You throw a quizzical look, is she insane? Not wanting to ponder her mental stability, you use the gravel to crawl it up to her knees where it fuses and roots itself into the ground, she flails her arms trying to regain balance. Angered by this, Aüla clenches her fists, tightly hugging them to her chest as she concentrates.

A small orange glow emits from the center of her chest before she screams while opening her arms to the sky and with that her whole body erupts with flame like that of a Phoenix reborn. Tree branches and leaves alike are burnt and singed nearby while her anchor is melted. Aüla levitates freely now, body a mass of hot flames as she stares furiously down at you with eyes of black charcoal.

"Behold the Phoenix! Now you will obey by law of the one true king!" Fire is thrown like thin arrows towards your face, again, easily deflected into the gravel below.

She chuckles darkly, thrusting a hand of intense flame that causes you to fall backwards across the ground. Pushing yourself up by the pads of your hands, she takes this vulnerable moment to race after Bucky with wings of fire.

Face contorted like a melted candle, her arms open wide as she prepares to embrace Bucky to the flames. Jumping up, you bend your arms, moving them in opposite directions on a linear path to conjure some type of protection. Aüla slams into an enchanted force field of dark blues that sends her flailing backwards like a bursting firework.

Regaining her balance, she levitates, scowling in disgust, "You? Would protect this mortal man?"

Your gaze falls onto Bucky, he's standing there, expression fearful and wide as he looks at you desperately. You take a step forward, "I will."

"But why? He is nothing compared to you, to us, he's simply an insect on a leaf."

"He is someone who has showed me more kindness in the last couple days then some of my own people have in the past hundred years!" You shout furiously before using your magic to paralyze her like you did with Wanda and Vision.

She struggles to move but all efforts are unfruitful, "Do not! Don't. You. Dare!" She screams as you take another fearless step towards her, raising your hands in a beautiful fluid motion, her obsidian irises flash with terror.

"Aüla, Phoenix of Vanaheim, I admire your efforts and valor. But I am not so merciful when my life as been threatened, as someone of these nine realms with some type of authority still. I, Y/N Lavpranthus of Vanaheim, condemn you to die." Your golden eyes flash with a noble flair of judgment while your hands sway like subtle waves on a beach.

"No. No. Nooo..." Her screams are eradicated when a burst of water consumes her entire vessel, she sizzles and smokes as you draw the river water away to reveal nothing but discarded broken armor. She never even noticed you were doing this.

As a plethora of water dissipates into steam from where she once stood, more liquid fills through the cracks in the gravel while you slowly wander over to the dark spot stained onto the center tracks. Kneeling down, you pick up an obsidian gauntlet cracked down the middle curve. "Who was that?" Asks Bucky from behind you.

"One of my brothers scouts. His best fire-bender.." You study the intricate markings that dance like vines around the metalwork, "..a phoenix in human form."

There is a long pause before he asks, "Why are you being hunted Y/N?"

You sigh, head bowed to the earth, "It's a long story."

Bucky frowns down at you, he's not sure what to do, but he knows you're deeply troubled by whatever events have led you to this point. A comforting hand rests upon your shoulder, "You don't have to tell me now. But I think we should go."

Dropping the broken gauntlet onto the dark stained wood, you stand, "Perhaps you're right. Who knows what else lurks in the shadows waiting to pounce. I'd rather not have you injured on my behalf."

Bucky shares a lopsided grin, "Appreciated. Now come on, I know the way home." Directs Bucky as the two of you begin walking down the tracks for wherever he speaks of.

Maybe these people aren't as bad as you'd first thought, unfortunately there are still evils that are desperate to find you. Until that time comes again.

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The Closet - oneshot

Genre - pwp but like no plot really I guess 18+

Word count - 4.1K

Warnings❗️ - smut, choking, wall sex, sex without protection (wrap it before you tap it kids! there should be no kids reading this), I think there’s one good girl mention, grinding, swearing

A/N - it’s just basically smut but gets kinda cute at the end 🤷🏻‍♀️ hope you enjoy x

Also gifs used are not my gifs!

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Those screams could definitely give a deaf person a headache.

The backstage thundered with the chants of thousands of people "Kim Namjoon, Kim Soekjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook - BTS!"

Concerts also consisted of people moaning about their headaches, nagging about not getting enough sleep or worrying that they'd get the makeup for this era's concept wrong.

This was Y/N, she was people.

Y/N's POV

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If Satan had offered to crush my head with his hell hammer or whatever I would have said thank you because I don't think I'll ever get used to this amount of noise in my life. Ever.

1 hour warning - I repeat 1 hour warning till show time

Okay I'm all ready, got my tools and makeup all organised neatly - I'm not missing anything. Great! Now I just need the boys.

Working at Bighit for two years now still hasn't changed the fact that I literally drool whenever I'm needed to apply makeup to any of the boys - I mean they're gorgeous! Of course they probably don't even know my name, I can't even act normally in front of them. I'm just this awkward mess that melts in to a freaking puddle whenever I have to engage in basic human interactions with them.

"Y/N, they're ready for you now" Seo-yeon the stylist said poking her head through the door to our break area, "Ah arasseo! Gamsahabnida"

I rush to the main room to see all seven men sitting in their respective chairs - dressed to the nines of course, ready for the final touch.

“Okay, who's first" I speak loudly and clap my hands in order to get everyone's attention.

"I'll go first - the world needs to see this handsome face as quickly as possible" Jinssi of course, eagerly called me over to start.

If I had this mans confidence then life would be way easier let me tell you.

I quietly giggle at his comment and proceed to begin my process "Of course, I'll get started right away"

* time skip *

"Aaaand, you're done, gamsahabnida" I did a quick little bow towards the sixth boy - Hoseok and allowed him to leave to go prepare for the show

"Ah deh gamsahabnida" he gave me a big smile and left the room. Okay just one more and I still have 25 minutes - that's good timing.

"Is it my turn now?" I turned around towards the deep voice and of course instantly lost all capacity to speak. Kim Taehyung standing there in all his hot glory. Let's not get me started on Kim Taehyung. This man, no scratch that - this Greek god sculpted by sexiness itself is practically the reason I have such a hard time addressing the group as a whole.

His hair, his piercing eyes, his adorable personality, that tan skin, his cute little moles, his deep laugh and of course those lips.

"Ah Y/N, are you okay?" His voice woke me from my daydream. God I was staring wasn't I?

"Oh of course, yes I'm okay, why wouldn't I be" I practically word vomited this entire sentence - nice going Y/N, nice going.

"Anyways! Let's get you ready!" I brush off the entire last two minutes to save myself from dying from complete and utter embarrassment.

He nods and gets comfortable in the chair - his world famous boxy smile shows up on his face "Arasseo, let's do it!" A smile instantly appears on my face - god this man doesn't know what he's doing to me does he!?

* time skip *

I'm almost done with Taehyung's final touches - these last 15 minutes have been stressful to say the least.

Normally when I do the guys' makeup, they close they're eyes - practically falling asleep - which I understand because of course they're tired! Practicing on and on for so many hours everyday would kill me, but he just stared. Stared! At me! I've never felt so flustered in my life.I 'm so close to his face, placing those small detailed touches on his cheeks and near his eyes. I can feel his eyes following my every move - why is he doing this?! My face must be so red right now, I've probably make eye contact with him about five times already and he just smiles or smirks!

He wants to kill me doesn’t he?

I'm almost done, I just need to finish with his lips. His lips, Taehyung's lips.

I'm doomed

"I'm just going to go over your lips with the balm okay?" My voice obviously betrays me, the shaky quiet voice filling the silence between us.

"Deh" his lips barely move but I was so close to him that I heard him perfectly.

I nod and take a deep breath - I can't let my nerves derail me from my work. This is my job, I have to be professio-

"Y/N?"

My eyes snapped to Taehyung's eyes, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at my lips.

"Deh T-Taehyungssi?" God of course I stuttered, how pathetic. He lifted one of his hands and placed it on my cheek, his thumb softly stroking the corner of my of lips. A small gasp came out of my mouth - surprised by the warm hand that suddenly came into contact with my skin. "You're lips, they're so..." a complete statue, that's what I am right now. I actually think I've forgotten how to breathe. All I can process are his warm hands, how gentle they circle my bottom lip - his one hand covering my entire jaw.

God I'm gonna faint.

I looked at him, raising my eyes brows to ask him to continue his sentence "They're so...-

10 minute warning everyone! Attention 10 minutes - head for the stage

His sentence was cut short by the stage manager, asking all members to head to their respective stage areas.

I of course jump away from the chair and allow myself time to remember how to breathe - I turn around and look in the mirror.

Of course, face as red as a tomato

Taehyung didn't seem fazed, he actually seemed kind of ... disappointed?

He stood up from his chair but slightly hesitated in beginning his walk - he looked back at me and began to open his mouth but

"You should go, Taehyungssi! Don't want to keep your fans waiting do you?!" I said this whilst bowing to show respect.

"You should go" I say this again - still bowing so he wouldn't see my red face

"Deh of course, I'll see you in a bit Y/N" I could hear his footsteps retreating and I knew it was safe to quit bowing after I heard all the guys hyping each other up for the concert.

Oh my god, what was that?! That was literally insane - "Okay calm down Y/N calm down" I pressed my hand on my chest to feel the powerful beating of my heart and took deep breathes to calm down. After leaning against the table for a bit, something clicked.

he knows my name?

*time skip to end of concert*

The fireworks had begun - which only meant that the show had come to an end. The staff and I had already began packing away a while ago so the only major thing that was left was for the guys to get cleaned up so we could travel to the hotel for the night.

Hoots and laughter could be heard from the main stage doors as the seven members walked through - we began applauding and congratulating them on their hard work and another successful show. I of course was smiling and clapping along with everyone when a certain someone caught my eye. A red blush returned to my face when I was instantly brought back to that little moment in the makeup room with Taehyung. The clapping had started to die down and I could see Taehyung begin to make his way towards me but-

"Okay everyone - let's tidy things up and head to the minibuses!" The stage manager had started announcing orders so of course we had to do what he said, I gave Taehyung a little smile and began to walk away - everyone left to their respective areas, leaving the members the main backstage room to themselves.

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"Seo-yeon-ah! Where are the rest of the bags for the brushes?" I've been trying to finish up tidying our area for at least 10 minutes now but of course everything gets lost in the excitement of getting the members ready.

"I placed a bunch of stuff in the closet in the hallway to keep it safe, they'll definitely be there!" Well at least she did this for a good reason. The boys were almost ready to leave so that meant we had to hurry up and finish everything. I step into the main hallway of the backstage area in order to gain access to the closet Seo-yeon mentioned. Of course finding it wasn't hard - but the inside of the closet was a mess. It was a moderately big closet so some small makeup items and bags weren't gonna be the easiest to find. Thanks a lot Seo-yeon!

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10 minutes later and I still haven't found our things, whilst rummaging through these boxes and plastic bags I wasn't gonna be able to hear the closet door open and close.

"What are you doing?" A deep voice suddenly cut through my thoughts and I let out a little shriek whilst 'gracefully' falling on my behind.

"My god, what the fuck?! Don't you know that people don't usually expect voices to suddenly appear when they think they're alone! Are you insane?!" I hadn't lifted my head up but when I did let me tell you, I started praying. I lifted my head to see Kim Taehyung standing there holding back his laughter.

"Omo! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I don't usually swear - well I do but of course not to my superiors that would be highly unprofessional and oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" I closed my eyes and bowed so low that I thought my body had literally been bent in half, I expected him to shout or maybe even fire me but I was surprised to hear laughing. Laughing!

I opened my eyes and slowly unbent my self from my 180 degree posture to look at the laughing male in front of me. "Is something funny?" Genuinely not understanding why he'd laugh when I was so afraid that I'd never see the light of the entertainment business again.

"Oh I'm sorry, it's just that I never would have imagined you to have such an outburst like that! Your usually the quietest person in our staff" I mean he's not wrong, I only speak when spoken too and I never ever cause disagreements- drama just isn't my thing.

"That's only when I'm in front of yo-" Oh my gosh I can't believe I almost finished that sentence. I can't find words to carry on, what am I gonna say?!

Taehyung's laughter had slowly halted when he heard the sentence coming out of my mouth.

"When your in front of who?

Me? Now why would you wanna be so quiet in front of me?" Taehyung started walking towards me - his smirk ever present on his handsome face, bending down, his lips softly resting on my ear "I wanna hear you make all kinds of sounds Y/N"

A soft gasp leaves my throat, I attempt to take a few steps back but a wall suddenly appeared behind me - meaning I was trapped.

His long slender fingers grazed my stiff hands, rising all along my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he touched. His hands finally settled on my waist but his head moved to the crook of my neck, I could feel his lips grazing my collarbone - his nose rubbing against my neck and jaw.

"God Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

I'm too shocked, literally too shocked to say anything. The only thing I'm focused on are his lips, those lips that I've been staring at for the past two years that are now on my neck!

"W-what are you doing? We- we can't do this, this would be so unprofessional and insane. Your an idol! World famous!" A sudden wave of sanity hit me, I placed my hands in his shoulders and slightly pushed his body so that he was now looking at me. "We definitely can't do this! I don't even know what this is? What is this?!" Half of me was congratulating myself on being smart and sane but the other part of me probably wanted to hurt me. "Y/N forget about all that - don't think of me as just an idol" He had lifted his hands from my waist to cup both of my cheeks. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want me" I couldn't say anything, of course I wanted him - who wouldn't want him.

I opened my mouth to begin a sentence but nothing came out.

“Exactly”

After that one word left his mouth, he rushed forward and claimed my lips as his own in an aggressive and passionate kiss. My eyes grew so wide I didn't know what to do!

His lips were so soft yet so rough - I felt his tongue licking my bottom lip, almost asking for permission to take this even further.

I opened my mouth only slightly - still allowing his tongue to connect with mine. This feeling was heaven, I felt my eyes close and my arms slowly made their way to the back of Taehyung's neck - gently pulling on his hair, earning a few groans of pleasure from the tall boy. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, roughly sucking and biting - definitely leaving some red and purple marks behind. Taehyung's hands slowly travelled all along my body - he felt the curves of my breasts, all the way down to the curves of my waist and ass. "Mhh T-taehyung" All oxygen had left my lungs, all I could feel was the heat radiating off of his body and mine. He stopped attacking my neck, softly kissed my jaw "Don't call me Taehyung, it's Tae - just Tae" with that he went back to my collarbone. His hands wandered to the bottom of my thighs - squeezing them gently I got the message to jump up a bit. Now he had me pressed up against the wall using only his body. I felt all of him and I mean - all of him - The position we were in made it a lot easier to create friction. Tae started gently grinding himself on me, his clothed bulge being directly placed on my women hood through my skirt. His groaning grew even louder, the pulses of pleasure that each grind sent was overwhelming.

"T-tae, god ahh I- I need you" I whimpered into his ear, gently biting his earlobe and pulling on it before leaving some kisses on his perfect jaw line.

"Ughh fuck Y/N, that was so hot - hold onto me for a second baby"

I wrapped my arms and legs around his body so he was able to undo his belt from his pants, not long after he lowered his boxers to reveal a well endowed Kim Taehyung. I gasped when I felt his member poking in between my thighs, pushing me against the wall again his mouth busy occupying my mouth - his hands had travelled down to my waist and inner thighs.

His fingers slowly looped into my panties and slid them to the side, giving him all access to my womanhood. He placed two fingers and dragged them along my slit - slowly torturing me.

"Oh god Tae ah" his fingers slowly drew circles on my clit, edging me on and on. I desperately tried to push myself again his fingers, eager for some more frictions

"No no Y/N, be a good girl" Tae's husky voice had nipped my ear.

"Ah p-please Tae" I was practically begging at this point, I definitely couldn't fight it any longer. His long fingers so close to entering me but so out of reach, every swipe of his fingers sent a firework of pleasure through my entire body.

"Okay, I think I've teased you enough" his slight chuckle cut off by my long moan as he slid one finger inside - slowing pumping in and out.

"M-more, please more" I've never been this needy but of course I'd never been with Kim Taehyung before.

Taehyung granted my wishes by adding another finger, - "How do you like that jagi" his deep voice sounded breathy, almost as if he was gasping for something.

"Ahh oh god, Tae keep going" I could feel the pleasure building up in my stomach, I was so close.

"T-tae I'm so-ah I'm so close" I couldn't keep my eyes open, my head pushed against the cold brick wall. Just as I was about to come undone everything stopped. Taehyung's fingers had retreated back, leaving me hot and bothered.

I whined - looking at Taehyung's mischievous smirk

"You didn't think you'd get to have all the fun now, did you?"

I suddenly felt Taehyung's member poking at my entrance, it's head sliding in between my women hood - becoming slick with my juices.

"Oh god, you don't know how long I've waited for you Y/N ah" his low groans turned into soft whimpers - almost desperate to start.

He kissed my lips oh so gently almost as if I had suddenly turned to glass and he was afraid he'd break me.

His eyes stared straight in to mine, asking for permission to continue - permission was of course granted.

Taehyung started thrusting his hips forward gently pushing the tip of his member in, I moaned in pain and pleasure at the sensation. The pushing kept going until he was all in.

"Are you okay, can I move?" Taehyung had an almost pained expression, his eyes knitted tightly closed, his eyebrows all scrunched up and his mouth letting out tiny gasps of air.

After a short minute I'd gotten used to his size - "y-yeah ah m-move please"

Taehyung started thrusting his member into me, pushing me against the wall. His fast thrusts sent jolts of pleasure throughout my entire body - the man was aggressive!

"Agh keep going k-keep going Tae" Gasps and moans continued to spew out of my gaping mouth uncontrollably, my hands clutched Tae's broad shoulders, helping with my balance.

Tae kept thrusting into me harshly, one of his hands wondered up to my throat and grasped it.

"Breathe in jagi" his low voice sounded so demanding, but I of course was helpless against it.

I took a deep breathe and suddenly felt Tae squeeze my neck, professionally cutting of my air supply.

"I'm gonna count to ten and then let go of your neck, understand?"

I nodded as it was the only thing I could do.

"One, two, three-" his counting started off strong "six, seven, ei-ah ght" but the pleasure he was feeling was throwing him off course.

His hand around my throat stimulated my senses so much more than I thought they would, even the thought of literally giving him control of my breath was excruciatingly sexy.

"N-nine, ten" he groaned letting go of my neck. I let out a long moan whilst taking in deep breathes.

This went on multiple times, adding to my pleasure tenfold.

"T-Tae go faster p-please" he of course granted this wish.

Taehyung's thrusts went faster and faster, his hands gripped my thighs, moving them up and down to meet with his powerful thrusts.

My neck felt the vibrations of his staggered breathing and moaning, alongside the sloppy bites and kisses that were placed there from time to time.

"Ah fuck Y/N, you feel soo-ugh so good" his thrusts had gotten faster but sloppier, you could see the beads of sweat forming on the slight creases of his forehead.

He was close and so were you.

His deep thrusts kept hitting the right spot - forcing loud moans of pleasure to erupt from your mouth "r-right there! Agh yes right t-there"

"Fuck I'm not gonna last much longer after hearing that"

Grunts and moans were all that filled the silence in the closet

"T-tae I'm gonna I'm gonna" I couldn't even finish my sentence when a wave of pleasure washed over my body, my body jerked and shook due to the pleasure overload as Taehyung was still thrusting into at a vigorous pace.

"Oh fuck now I'm definitely ready to cum" he gasped into my shoulder, his moans coming out as whines and whimpers.

I pushed my head closer to his ear and whispered "Cum for me Tae" whilst again biting his earlobe and pulling it towards me as I pulled away

"Ah f-fuck"

A string of incoherent words mixed in with moans came out of his mouth as he reached his climax.

He pulled out of me slowly, still feeling pretty sensitive after our little adventure. Setting me on the ground I couldn't not believe he pounded me against the wall for so long - man must have been working out.

The room was deadly silent as we nervously fixed our disheveled clothing and took long breathes in order to recover.

"W-well I should um, people are probably wondering were you a-are right?" I wanted to get out of this awkward situation - as soon I started heading for the door his hand caught my wrist.

"Wait!" He pulled on my wrist forcing me to face him head on

"I don't want to go back to how things were, I don't regret this - I certainly don't want you to regret it! I've liked you for a long time now, I don't want you to think that all I wanted from you was sex"

My lips parted slightly, surprised by his sudden confession - the man that was all rough and dominant a few minutes ago had suddenly turned into this shy little boy.

"You have?" I couldn't contain my surprise, of course I couldn't. In what normal life does a Grammy nominated idol confess to you.

"Of course I have" his cheeks turned a slight pink from embarrassment, not the vigorous exercise.

"You're beautiful, kind, smart and sassy when you want to be. What kind of guy wouldn't fall for a girl like you"

It was my turn to blush, no one had ever said those things about me.

"If it's all right with you, I-" he couldn't seem to get his words out, he took both of my hands into his own large ones "I wanna be with you, for real"

Those words brought an insane smile to my face, Kim Taehyung would be all yours.

"I wanna be with you too, for real" teasing him about his last choice in words you both giggled until you heard a familiar voice outside of the closet door.

"Guys, we've been ready to leave for the hotel for almost 40 minutes. Are you done?" Namjoon had gained the confidence to finally interrupted the two after everyone had had the unfortunate luck of being close enough to hear the animalistic groans of pleasure from both you and Taehyung.

My eyes widened at the fact that everyone was able to hear us, I should've expected it, we didn't really keep quiet.

"Oh my god that's so embarrassing" I squeaked out a little laugh whilst placing my head in Tae's chest.

"Guess we don't have to keep this a secret from anyone in the company now" his boxy smile and cute laugh had joined in my laughter.

"Yeah, we're done, just give us a sec okay!" Taehyung boldly shouted back towards the door, I continued laughing at his growing confidence.

Taehyung looked back at me, giving me another gentle kiss and walking towards the door. He stretched out his arm, asking for my hand "Are you ready?"

I smiled brightly and took his hand into my own, knowing that nothing would be the same again with Taehyung by my side.

"Yeah, I'm ready" and we walked, hand in hand, out of the closet.

#kim taehyung #bts #kim taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #v smut #bts smut #oneshot #taehyung smut #taehyung

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bunnyywritings · 4 years

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[a/n: here it is! Thank you for the request @realityisoftendisapointing ❣️ I hope it’s angsty enough 🥺👉👈 I’m still trying to get better at it but enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. there’s fluff if you squint hard enough but not really]

Hawks

* He’d be confused as to why you were so down for the last couple of weeks

* He had been on more patrols than usual so the only time he saw you was at the end of the night as he was crawling into bed beside you and in the morning when you were half awake to give him a kiss goodbye

* He finished work early one evening so he wanted to surprise you, picking up some take out and flowers on the way home, he had been planning this for a while and now, he’d do it.

* He was finally gonna do it, give you what was in the little velvet box that had been hidden away in his drawer for months

* “I know I have to tell him but I just can’t, h-he’s always so busy and I never k-know when the right time is...I-I know, I will mom. O-Kay, mhmm. Bye.”

* He put everything on the table. ‘What did you have to tell him?’ ‘Were you gonna break up with him?’

* His racing thoughts were brought to a halt when your sobs reached his ears.

* “Angel? Is everything all right.” You froze at the call of your nickname

* “Takami?” Your voice was trembling, there was no going back now

* “(y/n), what did you need to tell me?” He sat down next to you, holding your hands in his

* “Remember I went to the-the Doctors a c-couple weeks back?” the tears were streaming uncontrollably as he motioned for you to continue

* “Well, t-they said that it w-was a brain t-tumor that was causing the headaches...but it’s too late, i-if I’d gone s-sooner then I’d h-have a chance but-“

* Seeing you breakdown in front of him was devastating, he pulled you into his chest and let you sob into his chest

* He clutched onto the back of your shirt angrily, this is what he hated most

* He was supposed to be a hero, he was supposed to be able to save you

* All he could do was attempt to comfort you through the agonizing pain you were going through

Aizawa

* Aizawa was absolutely heartbroken to find out that you weren’t going to make it, that they had been too late

* He had tried to move on, going to work like it was any other day but he couldn’t

* He couldn’t go on about his day while you were at home, cooped up in the bedroom all day

* So he came up with a plan

* Present Mic and All Might had helped out

* Regrettably, his class had gotten attached to you

* You had stopped by to drop off his lunch one time while the two of you had started dating and the class loved you

* You had come in multiple times to help them out with quirk training

* You also insisted that he invited them and their families to the wedding

* (He had moaned and groaned with complaints but he had been planning to do it anyways)

* The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching but neither of you were sure you’d live long enough to go so, he had the students help him make a mini festival on school grounds

* They didn’t really know why Aizawa wanted to do it but he had seemed determined so they did everything in their power to make it amazing

* Saying you were surprised was an understatement

* The entire festival/pick nick was breathtaking

* The lanterns, the food, the decorations, all of it

* Finally, at the end on the night when Aoyama and a couple of other students were putting on a light show, he held you close

* He held every memory of that day close

* The memory of you smiling, laughing, and goofing around with his students

* Those were the only things he wanted to remember, when you were happy and laughing without a care in the world

* He couldn’t believe that he was going to lose the love of his life

* He vowed to make every precious moment count, big or small

Bakugou

* He was slowly losing his patience

* You had been so out of it these days

* You would rarely talk like you used to, your exam scores were slowly getting worse, you’d spend any extra time you had, locked up in your dorm room

* He had finally had enough of Kirishima and Denki’s questions about what was wrong with you so he stormed up to you room and pounded on the door

* “You better open this door right now, (y/n)!! Or I’ll blow it up!”

* When the door opened and he was met with your bloodshot eyes and disheveled state

* “Oi, what’s wrong?”

* So you pulled him in and sat him on your bed, explaining the lack of energy and headaches that ultimately led you to schedule a doctors appointment where they told you that you had an inoperable tumor

* “Why don’t we just take you to recover girl? She’ll be able to heal you!

* “Bakugou, she can’t-“

* Or why don’t we tell Aizawa? Hell know what to do!”

* “Baby please, just-“

* “Or why don’t we talk to-“

* “Bakugou! Please just listen to me!” You cut off his rambling, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks.

* His eyes were starting to water at the sound of your cracking voice

* “There’s nothing we can do, I-I’m sorry but I don’t think I’m g-gonna-“ he pulled you into a hug, running a comforting hand through your hair

* “Don’t apologize idiot. It was out of your control.” He didn’t know what to do or say

* For once, he was speechless

* “I’m not leaving your side, so good luck trying to get rid of me.” He spoke softly

* He was ready to fight with you till the end

* “I love you, (y/n). Nothing will ever change that.

* “I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you....”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bakugo x reader #aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #headcanon #anon ask #anon #request

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notexactlyrocketscience · 3 years

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Remember how I said I was signing up for a volunteering program?

Well, it's an teaching-English-as-a-second-language program, and I'm a conversation partner there. My job is to plan out hour-long bi-weekly video-chat lessons for conversational topics and activities.

It took me quite a while to put together a schedule for my classes, but my first session was yesterday.

I'm sort of a procrastinating perfectionist (ie I hate myself). I was frantic. I'd planned to make the first meeting a half hour long at max, just for introductions. (I assumed that'd be my limit before I mentally broke down and forgot the little spoken English I myself can muster up in front of other humans.)

An hour before the meeting, I ended up scouring textbooks and putting together an entire slide-show containing what turned out to be 1.5 hours' worth of slides.

I changed into something more formal and put on lipstick (you'll see why in a moment), and sure enough all three of the ladies that were my students were at least a couple decades older than me, had kids nearly as old as me, and spoke to me with motherly intonations (there you go).

Insert me flushing.

The meeting ended up lasting an hour.

But.

Despite feeling like I wasn't all that much better at spoken English than my students, something changed as I began the class. I had things I wanted to say, constructive feedback I wanted to give. I only blundered a couple times. I didn't feel like an unnecessary addition. I didn't feel desperate for it to end. After we all cheerfully said bye, I didn't feel like immediately going to bed.

It's like a superpower I never knew I had before I started university last fall. I'll be trembling with anxiety till the last moment, but when I'm up on the podium, I'm triggered into calamity out of necessity. I'm putting coherent sentences together in my head and calmly, brightly speaking of my own accord. I'm at home. I'm okay.

And it's the best feeling in the world.

⠀

[And then I got an awful stress headache, drank too-strong coffee after too long and went to bed jittery (I will never learn) + feeling like someone had taken a corkscrew to my head but shhhhh. :3]

// July 23, 2020

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fanfictionwarehouse · 4 years

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Foreigner, a witcher fanfiction

Chapter one

Summary: when you were just born to a family who has the gifts passed down form through their family, from the only Witcher who could procreate. In fear of the constant threats of war, they threw 2 year old you through a portal to another world. Our world. But now your old home is calling to you, and it’s taking you back.

Pairing; Geralt x reader, some jaskier x reader, possibly a Yennifer x reader??

Warnings: terrible writing.

The tv screen clicks off as the ending scene of “Call of the wild” ends. You blink away any moisture from you eyes and stand up, the familiar feeling of home sickness touching your heart.

“Relax, you just miss Europe, isn’t that where they found you?” Your friend would say. A small chuckle escapes your lips as you climb out from under your unusually sized 120 pound German Shepard. A dog your imported from Germany.

“Ugh, Mars you are way to heavy to be a lap dog” you say as you finally pry yourself from under him. He gives you some puppy eyes and looks to the leash. Walking over to the hooks on the wall, near the door you grab the black leather leash and he runs over to you, sliding all over the wooden floors.

“Okay okay okay settle down” you clip the leash on the black leather harness. He sits down in front of the door, wagging his tail as he waits for you to open.

“Oh of course now you listen” you say as he waits for the command to go outside. You wave your hand ahead and step outside into the forest in front. The only place you sorta felt like you belonged.

Mars stays by your heel as you walk around the forest. While he would be loose at your old home, you don’t trust any of the critters in the woods.

Trees pass by as time seems to change quicker and quicker until you feel like it’s a whole new season. The sharp wind gets stronger and colder, till the short sleeves and shorts were wildly inappropriate.

Then it starts snowing. The soft fluffy ice crunches under your sneakers. Fear slipping through you. “It’s suppose to be spring” you shudder.

Mars’ fur stands up on his hackles. You bring your arms to your shoulders as goosebumps sprinkle your forearms and legs. Shivers causing you to shake. Your heart rate picks up as your mind comes to terms with this and you quickly turn on your heals, running backwards hoping that some who you’ll be back where you are, out of this cursed forest.

You run for what feels like hours, adrenaline coursing through you. Mars too, running desperately with fear in his eyes. Especially with the growling noises surrounding the forest. Something you choose to ignore.

That is until you hear large and heavy footsteps, 8 of them to be exact behind you. You whip you head around to see a large spider like creature. A scream echoes around you. You turn around and push yourself further. Mars runs ahead, much faster then you. His leash still in hand, he pulls you to the ground and drags you along the forest floor at high speeds.

“Mars! Oh my god! Mars!” You scream, never feeling so much fear in your life. A large branch comes in view laying on the leaf covered floor. Mars leaps over it and your head hits it hard. Your consciousness dwindles, bringing you into darkness.

Aggressive barking wakes you up. Arguing and bickering of unfamiliar voices in the background. Blinking, you find yourself under what looks like a wolf pelt.

“What is that creature?”

“Relax jaskier, it’s just some unusual dog, he’s protecting his master”

You pull yourself up, your dog still tied to the leash but your no longer holding it. He stands in front of you, barking at the two strangers dressed in cosplay uniformed.

“Is- is their a Renaissance festival in town?” Your voice croaks. A headache booming in the back of your head. “Ugh I definitely have a concussion- Mars heal!” You speak, your voice somewhat clearer.

The two men stare at you like your speaking another language. Mars stops barking and starts licking your face and arms till your fully awake and conscious. “I’m going to need some ibuprofen— don’t let me fall asleep bud okay? Even if it could be an old wise tale” you say to your dog.

“It seems hitting her head has caused her to become mad- not that she wasn’t already, wearing clothes like that in this weather, especially men’s clothing!” The man who you presume is jaskier.

“What? I got these in the woman’s department of belks— and it’s supposed to be spring but here I go walking out of my cabin and it’s snowing!” You tell the man who just called you crazy.

“Jaskier quiet, what town are you from? I can take you home” the white haired man says, a wolf mandalion dangling from his neck.

“I didn’t walk that far, did I? What state am I in?”

“Clearly a deranged state!” Jaskier says, a lute on his back.

“Is that a ukulele? Or a travel guitar?” You ask him. Again, he stares at you like your speaking another language.

“I’ll just Uber home, where’s my phone- and I left it at home” a groan echoes from your mouth. You go to stand but your sides burn, looking down you see large scrapes along your arms, legs, and ribs. Your clothes are all ripped up as well.

“An Arachas must of caused your dog to pull you” the white haired man says, packing his bags and loading them up on a horse. “Where do you live”

“Just take me downtown, I can get myself home from there” using your dog, you pull yourself up and grab onto his leash.

“You might want to train your dog better” jaskier says.

“He is trained, in protection and in therapy so I can take him to hospitals” you reply. Jaskier once again gives you a look like you’ve grown three heads.

“Yeah sure” jaskier replies.

“Mars, attack” Mars leaps onto jaskier, knocking him into a pile of mun. “Heal” he stops and comes back over to you.

“Fine, you’ve proven your point” he grunts out. The man with the white hair ignores you two as you get to the town. You follow behind, feeling like you’ve finally found home.

#geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #jaskier x reader #the witcher #fanfiction

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peakyhxrry · 4 years

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Swing and a kiss

It was a hot Friday night in the middle of August and the two young peaky boys could be seen walking through the streets of Birmingham in what would be classed as their Sunday bests the two of them occasionally cracking a joke or pushing each other trying to get the other to fall over sometimes they would succeed and one of the boys would burst out laughing causing fellow passers-by to shoot them disgusted looks till they'd notice that one of the boys was from the most respected family in Birmingham and they'd quickly scurry off not wanting to be on the opposing side of a Shelby with a loaded gun, the two boys, however, didn't care nor notice the looks from the passers-by as they were too observed in their own world where it was just the two of them acting like normal teenagers for night. It was extremely rare that Thomas would give Finn and Isaiah the night off as of recent, it had become harder for the Shelby's since Johns passing there was a space that needed to be filled and the head of the family wanted his youngest brother to fill that space as quickly as possible in an attempt to restore order in the family, especially after he had found out about the boys real relationship with his best friend. Thomas feared that if it got out that not only was his brother in bed with another man but that man was one of such stature as Isaiah Jesus the family name would be tainted. The man, of course, didn't disagree with his brothers relationship he'd support it fully so long as his brother was happy and understood the risks of the boys being together which both boys understood so here they were on the streets of Birmingham looking like two young troublemakers to everyone outside the family but if you weren't afraid enough to look at them you'd notice the little things that no one else did like Finns hand brushing against Isaiah's as they walked slightly closer than any friends would itching to hold each other's hands or the small glances they'd give each other when they thought that no one was looking. Tonight however they'd heard of a new club that they could be themselves at so they were going to check it out, maybe make it a regular hangout spot of theirs if they felt safe and comfortable there. Of course, it wouldn't matter if they were welcome there or not anyways no one dared to test a Shelby to their face, especially when said Shelby had already had a few drinks before leaving his house.

A few laughs and shoves later the two boys were now walking into the club the environment completely contrasted the one on the streets of Small Heath. The inside of the club was bright and comforting with jazz musicians playing lively and upbeat tunes gaining lots of couples to let loose and dance along to the beat. Looking around Finn and Isaiah smirked at each other seeing how carefree everyone was upon seeing two men in the corner hooking up Isaiah took Finn's hand into his own and kissed it leading him to the bar to order their signature drink a bottle of Irish whiskey "We can be us here Finn, the night is ours" Isaiah had excitedly shouted to his boyfriend once they had their bottle sitting at a table not far from the dance floor which caused a genuine smile to appear on Finn's face. Those were rare these days so Isaiah took it in his stride and leaned back in his chair feeling accomplished slightly. Finn hadn't smiled properly since the passing of his older and closest brother John, he wasn't there when he died but from the way it was described to them he could imagine what it looked like which caused him to have nightmares about that day every time he closed his eyes. The bags under his eyes proved that he didn't sleep much as well as how sunken and hollow his eyes looked, most days his eyes were dark and didn't hold the light that Isaiah had first fallen in love with over the years but as he stared at the boy next to him right now he noticed said light slowly reigniting as he stared around at all the people in the club. Isaiah was right they could be themselves here and not have to worry about the boys brothers, who still hadn't fully come to grips with the fact that the boys are together. "Then what are we waiting for Isaiah? Lets dance love" Finn had exclaimed pulling his boyfriend up to his feet and excitedly dragging him over to the dance floor where the smaller boy began to try and copy everyone else's dance moves looking slightly lost as his arms did not coordinate with his legs but stood watching the skinnier boy Isaiah couldn't help but feel even more hopelessly in love with the boy. The new care free attitude he had found compelled the boy to be even closer to him as the song changed from the upbeat jazz one that was playing to one with a much slower tempo caused Isaiah to embrace Finn as the two stood swaying to the beat Isaiah's hazel eyes meeting Finns teal blue ones making it seem like it was just the two of them in the room. Finn could swear that time stops whenever he stares into isaiah's oculus uterque and it was a moment he would love to be trapped in forever. As the song came closer and closer to finishing the two boys slowly stepped closer to each other and before long Finns lips had found themselves melting perfectly onto Isaiah's as said boy loosely draped his appendages around Finn's neck deepening the kiss as they still swayed to the music until it ended which caused them to pull away as the music picked its pace up again. Deciding he didn't want to embarrass himself anymore Finn walked back to their table and sat down in his chair from before sipping on his whiskey as isaiah followed him over and copied the boys actions.

The boys had been at the same club for a few hours now and had drank more bottles of whiskey than they could count and danced to that many different types of songs that their feet were starting to ache. They stumbled out of the club at 1 o'clock in the morning trying to quietly make their way back down watery lane towards the boys family home where they would be staying but this task seemed almost impossible with a drunk jesus boy and an inebriated shelby boy who kept shouting comments to his boyfriend when he thought he was whispering "You're really good lookin you know. Are you coming home with me?" he continuously shouted to which Isaiah would simply chuckle and answer him the same thing each time "you're really good looking as well sweetheart and yes i'm coming home with you" and each time a goofy smile would creep its way onto Finn's face and he'd shout something along the lines of 'being with the best looking person in Birmingham' by the time they had gotten to Finns house the two of them had woken up half of Birmingham which unfortunately for the two young peaky boys that they had also woken Finns Aunt Polly up which was never a good thing to do. Not knowing that they were being so loud the two boys attempted to sneak into the house Isaiah giggling like a schoolgirl as Finn fell over the step into the threshold as he took his shoes off "shhhhhhhhh" Finn slurred holding his finger up to his face which only caused Isaiah to copy exactly what he had done both of the boys turning into giggling messes as they walked into the kitchen. Thinking they were alone Isaiah pushed finn against the wall and pinned him there the much taller boy staring down at him before going to kiss him only to be interrupted by a forced cough which caused him to jump and turn around as Finn peered over his shoulder before hugging him from behind when he saw his aunt sat at the kitchen table cigarette in hand as she glared at the two of them. On instinct Isaiah pulled finn in front of him and wrapped his muscular arms around the boy's small frame resting his head on top of Finns as they stared at polly. The older woman who had been mad at both of the boys moments before took a draw from her cigarette exhaling the smoke, not taking her eyes off the two boys before a faint smile tugged at her tight lips as she saw how the two boys were acting. "Come on off to bed you two, Tommy will want you up early in the morning" and with that they made their way up stairs the best they could before they collapsed on Finns bed. Isaiah first and Finn curled up into his side their clothes from that night still on and a drunken headache awaiting them the next morning. Their snores soon filled the small house of watery lane as Aunt Polly walked up the stairs and peered into their room before turning to look at Tommy who was stood in his own doorway and simply nodded at him before walking to her room. It was a simple nod which to anyone else would have looked like a greeting but to the man it was her seal of approval of his youngest brother and his boyfriend which caused the Tommy Shelby to smile and go off to bed.

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