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A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 7)

Chapter 7 - Meeting “the Gang”

Word count: 5.6k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

A/N: Hello everyone! Here you go, Chapter 7! ^^ I felt bad for making you all wait so I wrote this chapter extra long :3 (this was worth 14 pages on my word doc hhddhd) And yes! Y/n finally had her first offical encounter with Junkyu here! 🥰 Enjoy! 🧡

You woke up from your slumber, feeling your phone vibrating beside you on the sofa. You got up and grabbed the phone, pressing on the answer icon on the phone screen.

“Hello?”

No response.

“Hello??” You asked again.

Still no response.

Squinting your eyes as you stared at the bright phone screen in your hand, you checked for the notifications.

5 missed calls from Hyunsuk TRSR.

You immediately stood up. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get rid of the drowsiness you still felt from the sleep you had after getting back from the convenience store in the afternoon.

Your fingers scrolled through the notification centre in your phone again, this time seeing an unread message from Hyunsuk.

From: Hyunsuk TRSR

Hey. They found out 😓 I guess there’s no point in hiding the milks anymore… Send me your address! I’ll come and pick it up from you after I’m done with practice.

You checked the time the message was sent. Gasp! He sent the text literally 4 hours ago!

You lightly slapped your own cheek. Why did you even take such a long nap?? You hurriedly tried to type a response to Hyunsuk when suddenly you stopped.

Wait. He tried calling me, didn’t he? So…technically, I could just call him back…right?

You sat back down on the sofa behind you. Maybe…maybe you should just call him up?

You took a deep breath and pressed the dial number button on Hyunsuk’s contact in your phone.

Beep…beep… you could hear your heart beating just waiting for him to pick up your call.

Phonecall Conversation:

Hyunsuk: Hello? Y/n!

You: Whoa chill Hyunsuk. You’re pretty chirpy at a time like this.

Hyunsuk: What? It’s only past 8pm. You sound groggy.

You: Really? Omg I’ve been asleep for so long I can’t even tell what time it is anymore ugh!

Hyunsuk: You slept through the afternoon? (laughs) That’s something.

You: Erm, whose fault was it that I had to carry home tons of banana milk huh?

Hyunsuk: Alright, fair enough. Oh right! Text me your address! We’ll come pick it up on our way home later on. Practice is over but I think we’re gonna stop by for some dinner first.

You: Hold on—We?? No way, you’re not bringing your whole crew here.

Hyunsuk: Wha-? Why nottttt?

You: My place is… (looks around) kinda small…I mean, it’s cramped enough of an apartment and like, if you bring along all 20 of you, I’m pretty sure the floor is going to fall off.

Hyunsuk: (laughs) Stop exaggerating y/n! There’s only 12 of us okay?

You: I know thatttt. Still! No. Okay?

Hyunsuk: (sighs) Fine. Just text me your address, a.s.a.p okay?

You: Aight. Bye. (hangs up)

Hyunsuk: Hello? Wow she really just hung up like that huh?

-end of phonecall-

You sighed to yourself and hurriedly text Hyunsuk your apartment address. You head towards your room to charge your phone and proceeded to go shower up whilst waiting for him to come over.

You got out of your shower and dried yourself up, putting on your clean dark blue pyjamas. You walked over to your phone that was charging on your dresser and when you were convinced that there weren’t any texts or calls, you went out towards the living room to go dry your hair with the hairdryer you kept there.

10 minutes into drying your hair, you heard the doorbell rang. “Just a minute!” you yelled at the door as you put down the hairdryer, not forgetting to switch off the plug.

You checked your reflection in the mirror nearby the entrance patio, noting that your hair was dried thoroughly and your face all pale from being bare after the shower you had.

Your hand reached the doorknob and the moment you opened it; you were surprised to see an unfamiliar tall figure in front of the door.

“I? Erm, you’re not…?”

Junghwan, who was busy staring at his phone, looked up from it to see you staring at him with a confused look on your face. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” he backed away from you quickly, almost as if he was afraid of you. He turned to Asahi beside him, “Hyung! Why didn’t you tell me she was at the door already??”

Asahi shrugs at the maknae, not saying anything in return.

“Erm…why…. wait, where’s Hyunsuk?” you asked, still confused as to why these two are here and not Hyunsuk. Especially since you’re sure they’ve never met you before.

Suddenly—

“Y/N!” Jaehyuk’s voice rang in your ears as he jumped out from the wall he’s been hiding behind while waiting for you just now.

Your hand reached your chest, lightly patting it. “Oh my god Jaehyuk! I could’ve had a heart attack!”

“Oh, alright then. I guess I won’t be jump-scaring you then,” Yedam showed up as well from Jaehyuk’s hiding spot. His smile beaming as he approached all of you.

Unknowingly a smile crept on your face seeing the familiar faces that you’ve met before this. You let out a chuckle, “Nice try, Yedam. Come on in y’all.” You moved to the side of your doorframe to let them all enter through your front door.

Jaehyuk and Yedam entered your doorframe, confidently passing by you whereas for the other two, they avoided looking at you, entering with their head staring at your floor. As soon as all four of them have entered, you closed the door behind them and fold your arms against your chest.

“Okay but real question—where’s Hyunsuk? I thought he was supposed to come over?” you asked.

The four of them turned around to look at you at the same time. You almost jumped from your spot since seeing four attractive men looking at you all at the same time wasn’t something you were ever used to.

Yedam smiled answering your question, “Aw come on y/n. You’re not happy we’re here? Did you only want to meet Hyunsuk-hyung?”

Jaehyuk pouts at you upon hearing what Yedam said.

“Oh gosh noooo. I was just…confused. I mean, he did say he wanted to come over, no? That was all, really.”

Jaehyuk’s pout turned into a smile, “It’s my banana milk so it only makes sense that I came to get it, right?”

You nodded at him, agreeing with what he said. That surely made more sense.

You gestured towards the two-seater sofa in the middle of the living room at them and said, “You guys can take a seat first. I’ll grab the milks and put it into a paper bag for you guys.”

Asahi and Junghwan, both still being quiet and looking like they were awkward with you, proceeded to just sit down on the sofa.

You left them and headed towards the kitchen that was only a few feet away from the living room (small apartment struggle hhdhss). In the kitchen, you went towards the drawer near the kitchen sink to pick on a suitable paper bag that would fit all the bottles. You had always been somewhat of a hoarder so you had plenty of folded paper bags kept in the drawer.

You were pulling out one specific paper bag that you thought would perfectly fit all the banana uyus when a voice spoke up, making you accidentally dropping the paper bag that was in your hands.

“Y/n? Omg are you okay?” Yedam said as he rushed towards you and helped you pick the paper bag up.

“Oh no, I was just surprised. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to come here,” you said sounding flustered.

“Oh, no wonder you’re all jumpy,” Yedam grinned.

You smirked at him, “Yeah sure. Did you say something just now?”

“Oh no, I was just wondering if you need help with anything?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I got it all under control,” you chuckled at the handsome man beside you.

Yedam handed you the paper bag and you walked over towards your fridge, with him trailing behind you.

Opening the door of the fridge, you started arranging the banana milk into the paper bags. Yedam stood there just watching you arranging the bottles into the bag properly, making sure it was neatly arranged.

Yedam noticed you looked kind of different now that he’s seen you up close. Maybe it was because you weren’t wearing makeup? Your hair wasn’t as tidy as when he first met you, and your skin looked a little pale compared to last time. He also noticed that certain parts of your skin were blemished and he thought that you looked pretty with the slight redness on your cheeks especially.

“Aight! Done!” You exclaimed as you shut the door of the fridge. Your voice snapped Yedam from his trance.

You turned to Yedam with the paper bag in your hands, and you gestured him to take if from you. “Here, you can give this to Jaehyuk for me,” you smiled.

Yedam smiled back at you and nodded. Taking the paper bag from your cold fingers, he carried it along with him and headed towards the living room.

You on the other hand headed towards the kitchen sink and washed your hands before wiping it dry with a kitchen cloth. You head towards the living room to check on the boys that were waiting for you.

“You guys…not leaving yet?” you asked, noticing that they were all looking relaxed sitting on the sofa in your living room.

Jaehyuk placed a hand on his chest as he said, “Ouch y/n. You really want to get rid of us that fast, huh?”

“What? No, no! I mean, I thought…I thought you guys only wanted to take the milks,”

Asahi, who had been quiet the whole time, stood up slowly. He turned to you and bowed slightly at you, his eyes still not looking at you though.

“Hyung, where are you going?” Junghwan asked.

“Come on, let’s leave. Our business here is done anyways,” Asahi said in a soft tone, barely audible for you to hear.

Yedam and Jaehyuk’s face fell, looking like they were sad that they really had to leave when they’ve only arrived there not too long ago.

You, noticing the glum tone in their voices, decided to say something, “I- wait. I wasn’t asking for you all to leave, you know. I was just…Oh, wait! Jaehyuk!”

Jaehyuk looked up at you, wondering why you called out his name, “Yeah?”

“Are all the milks enough in the bag? Did you check?”

“Yeah, there are 9 here. Oh, wait!” He took out one of the bottles and walked over to you, handing the milk over to you.

You looked at him questioningly.

“This is yours, remember? Jeongwoo gave it to you earlier today. I think it’s to make up for the one you gave me last time,”

“O-oh. Sure. Thanks,” you said as you received the bottle from Jaehyuk’s hand.

Yedam lets out a sigh not far from you and Jaehyuk. “Well, I guess we all should be going now. We’d hate to bother you at a time like this,” he said apologetically.

Jaehyuk pouted slightly but he nodded as well at what Yedam said. He grabbed the paper bag you gave earlier and motioned his dongsaengs to walk with him towards the front door of your apartment.

One by one, Junghwan, Asahi, Yedam and Jaehyuk bowed at you, thanking you for letting them swing by.

You watched as the boys were putting on their shoes at the front entrance of your apartment. You felt bad watching them leave just like that. Why? You weren’t sure either. Maybe you felt like you weren’t exactly treating your guests right? Maybe you felt bad that these people (well, some) seemed to be excited in meeting you but you didn’t even try to spend time with them. And yet, you’ve always wanted to have friends who were in your age range. They’re here now. What’s stopping you from treating your new friends the right way?

“Hey,” you called out softly to the boys who were already getting ready to leave.

Yedam turned around, hearing your voice.

“Do…you guys…wanna hang for a bit? I was gonna order some takeout so…”

“Yes!” Jaehyuk said happily, his face beaming at you. This made you smile as well.

You looked at the rest, wanting to be sure that they didn’t feel like they were forced to stay, but to your surprise, all the other 3 of the boys gave you their assuring smiles as well.

You felt relieved.

“Alrighty then. Come on, let’s go see what they have in the menu!” you said happily.

If it weren’t for your courage in asking Jaehyuk and his dormmates to stay and hang with you the other night, you wouldn’t have been able to gain new friends to be honest. At this point, you were happy, having new friends to hang with and talk to occasionally.

Ever since that day, your phone would receive texts from them, talking to you about their routine and asking about your day as well. Is this how it feels like to have brothers?

And knowing not to make it awkward by texting you personally, Junghwan made a group chat for all 5 of you to catch up with each other—which is also the only chat you were ever actively replying in.

It was a Tuesday and you were still in your office at the time, working on your powerpoint slides to be handed in to your supervisor that very night itself, when you received a text from Hyunsuk.

You stared at your phone confusingly, seeing the name that pops on the screen. This is weird. Ever since the night Yedam and his dormmates came over to get the banana milk from you, Hyunsuk had never texted you any further so you wondered if he had assumed his business with you was done for good.

Biting your lower lip, your finger slowly tapped on the unread text in your phone.

From: Hyunsuk TRSR

Hey! How are you doing y/n? It’s been a while hasn’t it? 😊

You stared at the text for a while. Should you reply? What should you say? Why is he texting you now? Does he need any more help from you?

You groaned to yourself, wondering if Jaehyuk had a banana milk incident again. What if Jaehyuk overbought his milks again and he was too scared to text you himself so he asked Hyunsuk to contact you instead?

A soft sigh escaped your lips. You began typing your reply to his text;

To: Hyunsuk TRSR

Oh hey. I’ve been well. What about you? Everything all good over there?

You placed your phone down on your desk after sending your reply, wanting to resume your work.

Beep. Your phone buzzed, signalling that a text was received.

You took your phone in your hand and opened the text.

From: Hyunsuk TRSR

Yeah, all’s good here. Hey, listen. Wanna go grab some lunch together? We can bring the gang along. We’re all free this afternoon 😀

To: Hyunsuk TRSR

You have a free schedule this afternoon? That’s great! I don’t think I’ll be taking up that offer for lunch though, I rarely leave the office during lunchtime. I usually just eat what I packed lol. Sorry 😥 but have fun having lunch with the rest! 😀

Hyunsuk read the reply you sent him and a frown formed on his lips. He lets out a soft sigh. Why is it so hard to meet you? He had wanted to thank you for helping Jaehyuk out by treating you to a meal but it seems like that would be difficult to achieve for now.

Slowly lowering himself to sit on the floor of the practice room, Hyunsuk began thinking about his first encounter with you. He wondered if it was pure coincidence for you to cross paths with him at the time. Or maybe…he was just someone you’d cross path to meet someone else. What if the coincidences you both had with each other was meant for you to end up meeting one of his other group members?

Just as he was about to overthink, a figure sat beside him and rested one of their hands on his shoulder. This made Hyunsuk’s head turn to look at the person sitting beside him.

“Doing some deep thinking hyung?” Jihoon said, his hand still on his hyung’s shoulder. His face was lined a small tint of worry, since he entered the room to see his hyung sitting on the floor, looking like he was feeling down.

Hyunsuk smiled timidly at his friend and shook his head, “Nah, I was just kinda bummed that’s all. Y/n turned down my offer for lunch today,”

“Oh? That girl who you kept bumping into?”

“Yeah…I don’t know. I mean, I feel indebted to her and yet I feel like it’s so hard to meet her. Like, I’m the idol here and yet she’s the one that’s busier than I am!”

Jihoon snickered seeing his hyung getting all worked up over a girl.

Hyunsuk groaned upon seeing Jihoon’s smile. “Oh come on! It’s not like you’ve never felt this way before,”

Jihoon shook his head at him, “No, I really don’t. If I ever get worked up over a friend, it wouldn’t be to the point that I’d get all frustrated from not meeting them,”

Hyunsuk kept quiet.

“Could it be hyung…that you like this girl?”

“What?” Hyunsuk lets out a loud laugh. “What?? What made you think of that?” he said in between his laughs.

Jihoon rolled his eyes at his hyung who was laughing and looking at him like he’s crazy. “Hey, I’m just assuming, okay? You were so worked up over her I could only assume you like her,”

Hyunsuk stopped laughing. “You know how emotionally attached I get around people right?” he gave his friend a cheeky smile. “But really, in all seriousness, I just want you all to meet her. She’d be a wonderful friend. I can feel it,”

Jihoon smiled. “Sure, hyung. Sure.”

“What??” You asked your colleague who was sitting beside you.

“I said- --------”

Your face scrunched in confusion. It was so loud in your office that you couldn’t even hear what your colleague was trying to say to you the whole time.

Your colleague sensed that you weren’t able to hear her so she raised a finger up to your eye-level and mouthed “Wait a second. They’ll announce it later.”

“Announce?” you asked her back.

She nodded back at you and pointed you to look at the main door of your department’s floor. Just as your eyes looked at it, surely enough, the Vice President of the company was already at the door.

“Hello everyone!” he called out loud, making all the commotion that had been going on since just now quiet down.

Finally. If the office got any louder you could’ve gone deaf for real; you thought to yourself.

Mr. Seo, the Vice President of the company flashed his shiny smile at everyone as he said happily, “I am sure you all have heard of the good news today!”

Everyone in the room cheered loudly. Again, you were lost. Did you miss out on any news in the department’s group chat??

You sneakily took a peek at your phone, wanting to check your messages again, just in case.

“Yes! Our company has finally merged with Karako W’s Communication and now they will be fully internalising our company’s staff with theirs! Our family has a bigger family now!”

“YAYYYYYYYY” you heard the whole room cheer madly. You blinked your eyes a couple times. Karako W? Isn’t that one of the big communication groups that often work with entertainment industries here? Whoa. No wonder everyone was so happy. This is big.

A smiled formed on your lips and you joined the cheerings made by the rest of your colleagues. You understood now why everyone was so happy. Bigger merges, bigger family. Bigger family, bigger pay. So everyone has a high chance of getting a raise!

The Vice President raised his hand, signalling everyone to quiet down.

Once the room was quiet again, he started to speak again, “Now, to celebrate this joyous day for our company, I’ll be giving you all the afternoon off!”

This earned more cheers in the room. At this point you gave up hoping for peace and quiet from everyone.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow! Tomorrow we all start afresh as a brand new family!” He added, making the whole room go wild.

You discreetly covered your ears in hopes that your eardrums were safe.

The Vice President then started laughing happily (you weren’t sure why, but he’s probably just super happy right now so yeah, let’s just go with it yeah?) and he shuffles out of the room along with some of your department workers still cheering him on.

Your office was less noisy now, finally.

You sat in your chair, staring at the post-its taped to your desktop monitor. You thought to yourself about the journey you had to be here. Where you are right now. You finished high school and was immediately offered to work in the city by your favourite teacher, the one person who had always believed in you, your abilities and skills.

“You have what it takes to be a star, y/n. I can see it. I feel it too. You’re very smart. Your future that’s waiting for you, it’s so bright,” was what she said to you back then.

She had high hopes for you.

Which was also why it made sense how disappointed she was in you when she found about you skipping your college entrance exam.

But kindly enough of her, despite her disappointment in you, she made arrangements for you to work at her son’s small, but surely growing company, a company that provides professional English language seminars for offices in the city.

Your teacher was upset, but she helped you nevertheless.

But you clearly had no choice back then.

You had to skip the college entrance exam because you chose to be with your elder sister at the time.

Your grip on your pen tightened. It had only been a year ago since she left you, but it still hurts like it happened yesterday.

Flashback:

You were getting ready to go to school, your uniform all crisply ironed and your hair neatly braided, whilst leaving little baby hairs hang loosely beside your ears. You were applying your lipbalm when you heard your phone rang.

You ran over to your dresser, where you left it to charge whilst you were getting ready but when you answered it, there was no one on the other line.

You stared at your phone screen. It was your sister.

But she left for work earlier didn’t she?

“Maybe she forgot something,” you said to yourself.

You dialed her number and again, this time no one answered.

You felt uneasy. You tried to shrug off the negative feeling you’re having and just focus on getting to school on time.

Today’s the day! You were prepped for this, you’ve been studying very hard for this and this time, you knew, it would all be worth it!

You were on your way to school, casually walking and planning out your life plan after completing the college entry exam today.

….You wanted to enter a good college, get a part time job for the meantime too, and then you plan to go for a trip with your sister on your semester break.

Smiling to yourself, you didn’t realise that you’ve already reached your school’s main gate.

Your heart was racing.

This was it.

The final step. The final step before you embark on your adulthood.

You entered your school’s gate.

Bzzz! Bzzz!

“Oh?” You said as you took your vibrating phone out of your bag. “Silly me, I should keep this off until the exam is over,”

You stopped when you saw the name on the phone screen. (Sister’s name) eonnie.

You smiled to yourself. “Eyy, eonnie must have wanted to wish me luck for the exam,”

You clicked on the answer icon on your phone.

“Eonnie! Just in time! I was about to switch off my—”

“Y/n? Is this Miss y/n?”

“Uhh, yeah…erm, who is this?” You asked the person on the other end, realising that it wasn’t your sister.

“Could you please head over to the hospital? Miss s/n has been brought to the emergency ward.”

Suddenly you felt cold all over. What happened?

Your throat felt dry.

“Miss? Are you there?” the voice in the phone spoke.

“Y-yeah! Yeah, I’m on my way.” You told the person before hanging up.

You ran towards the main gate again.

This time, you stopped again there. You turned around and looked at your surroundings. The school, the students…your college entrance exam…

You could feel your heart beating fast. Your hands were shaking. Is this…how it’s supposed to be?

Unconsciously, a tear fell down your cheek. You shook your head to yourself and immediately ran off.

You need to get to the hospital fast. Your sister needs you, and you want to be there for her.

End of flashback.

A droplet of water fell on your thigh, leaving a small dark patch on your dark brown office skirt.

You sat up straight in your seat. You didn’t realise you had been reminiscing for quite some time. You looked around to see the office being almost empty.

Huh. So the VP really gave us half the day off, huh?

You shrugged to yourself.

Wiping your tear-stained cheek with the back of your hand, you decided to pack up and leave the office as well.

Hyunsuk walked out the front entrance of the building, stretching his arms, trying to let his body loose from all the sitting down he did during his song-writing session earlier.

The sun was shining warmly today and Hyunsuk loved the feeling of the sun’s warmth soaking through his skin.

He checked the time on his watch.

The rest should be here any moment now. They have all promised to gather up and have a big group lunch since their afternoon schedule is free for the day.

Suddenly, as he was standing by the entrance of the building, he saw a familiar figure walking pass by the building.

Without thinking long, Hyunsuk’s feet immediately ran towards the figure and grabbed them by the arm.

The figure, taken aback by what he did, immediately reflexed by hitting him with her bag.

“Ouch!” Hyunsuk said, as he lets go of your arm.

“Hyunsuk??” You huffed, trying to peek at his face that was being covered by his hands. He was rubbing one side of his head, obviously surprised with the attack he received from you.

Hyunsuk pulled down the black face mask he was wearing, revealing a grin.

“Oh my god! Don’t ever do that again! I might end up really hurting you!” You said, your voice rising a pitch. You were obviously worried—worried that you might get sued for hurting an idol.

Hyunsuk laughed at your statement. “Yeah, sure sure. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Wipe that worry off your face, y/n,”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I wasn’t worried,”

“Really now? You know, if I got hurt, I might have to file a law—”

His words stopped when he saw your eyes widening and showing fear.

This made him laugh even harder. He enjoyed making fun of you, surely.

“That’s not funny, Hyunsuk! I can’t afford to fight against a lawsuit,” you said, slightly in a bitter tone.

Hyunsuk smiled at you. “Sorry,” he said.

You looked at him and sighed. “I’m not mad at you, just so you know. I’m just…naturally a bitter and awkward person,”

“Sure, y/n,” he nodded, his smile still visible on his lips.

“Wait, what are you doing here? I thought you’re supposed to be at the office?” he asked when he realised that you were out when your working hours weren’t over yet.

“Oh, that. Yeah, our company had a big merge so our VP gave us half the day off,” you answered him.

Hyunsuk’s smile widened.

You saw his face literally lighting up from what you said, and you immediately opened your mouth to speak, “No Hyunsuk. Don’t give me that look,”

He moved closer to you. “What look?”

“I know that look Hyunsuk. I may not know you well but I know what that look means,”

Hyunsuk stomped his feet lightly, in which you find ultimately cute. He grinned when he said the words you dreaded to hear.

“Join us for lunch, y/n,” he said with his eye-smile showing now.

You took a deep breath. Resist. You have to resist this, y/n. He’s acting darn cute but you know by far that you won’t have your ground shaken by this.

“Aw come on, y/n! You’re free for the afternoon! Come join us!” he pleads.

You shot him a skeptical look.

He started nudging you with his elbow.

You fold your arms against your chest and shook your head. But this time, a smile was forming on your lips.

“Come on y/n. I mean, if you’re with us, at least I know I wont blabber our secret to the others,”

This jolted you back to focus.

“No way, Hyunsuk. You wouldn’t,”

Hyunsuk smirked at this. He knew he got you this time. “I mean…I could…just talk about us…to my friends…”

“No. No no no Hyunsuk. You are not doing this to me. I barely know you, and here you are threatening to expose one of my humiliating moments!”, you chimed at him, feeling slightly annoyed at the same time.

“Come on y/n. Just join us for lunch. I promise it would only be for a short time.”

“No! I told you that I have a lunch date with someone else.” You said, making up a lie.

“Yeah, you didn’t tell me that earlier. Who’s it with? Your imaginary friend?”

You let out a loud gasp. “How dare you call my friend imaginary! He’s real I tell you!”

“Oh yeah? What’s his name?” Hyunsuk smirked at you, as if knowing you were bluffing at him.

You blinked a couple of times. Shit. Now, why didn’t I think of a name beforehand??

Hyunsuk’s smirk grew when he saw you speechless. Yet, he still waited for an answer from you.

“W-well. His name is Kim Satori. Yeah! Kim Satori.” You huffed.

“Okay. I believe you, even though I find it fairly coincidental that we’re standing opposite a convenience store.”

You frowned. He couldn’t have guessed it…could he?

“…almost like how Kim Satori sounds like the convenience store owned by Owner Kim- the store right in front of us now.”

Damn it. He caught you lying- again. “Alright fine! You caught me. I was…lying.”

“What’s so bad about having lunch with us y/n? It’s only for an hour, an hour and a half tops.”

“Look, I…I’m just…embarrassed okay? I’ve never eaten with a group of 20 guys before,” you exaggerated. “Besides, what’s your deal with me having to eat with you all the time??”

Hyunsuk smiled his cute smile. Maybe he could push you just a little bit more. He moved closer and put an arm around your shoulder. “I mean, I could choose not to have lunch with you. And then maybe let them know that I met you by saving you from getting p-“

“Okay! I get it!”, you interrupted, not letting him finish his sentence. You glanced around just in case anyone was around. Close call. Phew. Nobody’s around.

You rolled your eyes at him when he started laughing at your reaction to him almost spitting out the embarrassing incident that happened weeks ago—which lead to you meeting him.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”, a voice appeared behind the both of you.

Both you and Hyunsuk turned around to see Jihoon, looking tired. Probably tired of today’s practice; you thought.

“Jihoon! Look, y/n here wanted to join us for lunch!” Hyunsuk announced cheerfully at his taller friend. His arm was still around you.

“Oh?” Jihoon’s eyes slightly widened. “That sounds nice! Hyunsuk-ah, maybe you can introduce her to the rest who haven’t met her!”

“I…uh…” you opened your mouth to speak. “Wait, you know me?” You asked feeling confused.

You’ve only officially met Hyunsuk a few times so there was no way Jihoon knew who you were.

UNLESS.

You whipped your head to look at Hyunsuk. “Oh my god! You told him?!”

Hyunsuk moved further from you, raising his hands in defense. “Hey look, Jihoon and I barely keep stuff from each other.”

“Yeah, but you told him about it? That was P and C Hyunsuk!”

Jihoon grabbed a hold of your shoulders and tried to calm you down before you end up really attacking Hyunsuk. “Now, now, y/n. Wait, it’s y/n right? Ah, right. It’s okay, this secret stays between us okay?”

“Ugh fine.” You wriggled out of his hold. “Since you clearly exposed me already, I don’t think I need to have lunch with you guys then.”

“Oh come on y/n,” Hyunsuk whined.

You shook your head, clearly stating that you didn’t want to, and quickly turned your heel to walk away, when suddenly you bumped into something hard. “Ow!” You placed your hand on your face to see if it’s still intact.

“Ah, I- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—” the tall man stuttered.

You lift your head up to see who it was you had bumped into and suddenly you felt your breath hitched at your throat. It seemed that you had bumped your head against Junkyu’s chest when you were in a rush to leave the place.

To be continued…

#treasure #treasureimagine #treasurefanfic #ygtreasure #TREASURE IMAGINE #treasurefic #kim junkyu #kimjunkyu #junkyu scenarios #junkyu x reader

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nicos-oc-hell · 3 years

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Ok people! You are about to get my shitty life story and how I became the fucking real life Saik K! Turn back now if you don’t want to see mentions of blood, kidnapping, child neglect and torutings. Now let’s jump back into my shitty life! Also if you don’t know me, I’m Enzo Marinaro

{Start flashback}

Enzo looked at the man happily with big happy eyes. “You can make me a wolf just like my parents and brother?!” He stupidly climbed into the car and drove off with the man

They stopped at the airport and quickly got on a plane to Japan to take him to the place where he can finally be “a werewolf like his parents”. They took him to the middle of nowhere where there was just a woods and one building

Enzo looked up at the building with a cock of his head “This looks very suspicious. Are you sure this is the place?” Enzo asked the man looking up at the two dudes who were walking him over to the building. One of them looked down at him with a smile “All of the people we have turned have survived the bite, so no need to worry child”

3 hours later the seven year old boy was strapped to a machine screaming as multiple needles were stabbing him injecting him with some type of serum. Next to him some scientists were writing on a clipboard and were nodding their heads talking to each other while pointing at him

They finally turned the machines off and unstrapped him, then they started reading off what they had done to him for fun “Super strength, super speed and with that comes a longer life span” They took him to a cell and threw him in it with a bologna sandwich

Enzo stared up at the ceiling trying to keep count of if it’s day time or night time. He eventually stopped trying and just went to sleep.

A few hours later a guard came by and banged on the bars “Get up kid, we got more experiments to do on you” Enzo groaned and got up “Look who’s finally complying and doesn’t have to be dragged to the lab? And it only took him 3 years to finally start complying” The guard said mockingly and he put the handcuffs on Enzo

They walked down to the lab where he was restrained to a table and was immediately hooked up to a machine “Y’all have been experimenting on me for 3 consecutive years. You know how long consecutive is, don’t you? One right after the motherfucking other! Cuz I ain’t never missed a day.” One of the scientist grabbed a ball gag off of the table and put it on him to shut him up

“Ok today is… shapeshifting, both animal and human, there is also the genius serum and… magic like some Doctor strange and Scarlet witch type shit” One of them said while injecting the serums into the machine one by one and another scientist was writing on the familiar clipboard that Enzo has come to hate over the three years he has been there

“Why the hell does he need to be a genius? He’s going to be a soldier for us, he doesn't need to be super Smart” The one with the clipboard asked while documenting the changes that experiment #1031 was going through, like his eyes changing colors and his hands changing into paws

They took him outside and put a shock collar on him, to see if he would transform into an animal or anything. After 5 tries of them trying to get him to transform, he finally turned into a wolf and started growling at them. When he shifted the collar broke off him so they sent one of the interns to put a sedative in his bloodstream and they were lucky they did that because Enzo immediately attacked the intern and ripped his hand off of him.

They picked up the body that had dropped to the ground and strapped him back up to the machine with such aggressiveness that it woke him back up snarling at them “Someone go get another shock collar. I swear none of you have heard the phrase, Don’t tickle a sleeping fucking dragon! Why did none of y’all just put him into the fucking cage downstairs?” The head scientist yelled at them when they came back in “Ugh, I’m the only one with common fucking sense!”

Enzo laughed and spit out some blood “Common sense? COMMON SENSE?! Common sense would not be kidnapping a seven year old and keeping him hostage for 3 years!” Enzo yelled

{End flashback}

As you can tell, I was not a very smart person when I’m mad. But then again, I've never actually had a good hold on my emotions before I was kidnapped and let’s just jump to the part of where my parents and pack finally find me

{Start flashback}

Enzo looked up when he heard a loud crash down the hall followed by screaming “It’s probably one of the interns dropping something and being too over dramatic about it” He laid back down on the floor and stared up at the ceiling “I’m definitely going to be turned into some goddamn soldier for them! I just know it”

He started humming to the tune of So what by P!nk while listening to the more screams and crashes coming from upstairs “Goddamn! It must've been some important serum if they are bitching about it this much” He turned his head when he heard the door break down and saw his father standing there “Dad?? Is that really you?”

His father, Feliciano, opened his arms and ran towards him crying “Enzo! It’s so good to see you again! I’ll never ever leave you alone again!” He leaned against the wall with Enzo in his arms and was listening to the commotion upstairs before it stopped. “I think they are done tearing the place up there, don’t you?” He tried to lighten the mood as he stood up with his son still in his arms “Let’s go see your mom”

They went up the three flights of stairs before they saw a bunch of wolves standing in front of a bunch of dead bodies with blood in their fur. Enzo looked around for the one fur coat that he remembered as clear as day “Mama!” He shuffled around in his father’s arms before he finally was let down and he ran over to his mom and jumped onto her back, not caring that blood was getting on him

His mom, Luna, growled at him and he giggled at the vibrations going through him

{End of flashback}

Aww! How cute and sweet! He was finally found by his pack and that’s the end of his sad days. They are all one big happy family, right? WRONG! Nope, about three months after I was bought back home and started gaining some more weight back, I noticed that most of my pack was avoiding me. Especially my parents and brother, whenever I was around they would purposely ignore me and after a few months I confronted them on it.

You will not BELIEVE the bullshit that they told me “Listen sweetheart, you are too dangerous to be around the pack so for your own good and the wellbeing of the rest of our pack members, we are making you the new left hand” I was honestly shocked that they were making their ten year old child, almost eleven, be the pack’s left hand.

I just nodded my head and walked to my room shaking my head when my mother…alpha called out to me “We don’t know what they did to you so this is just us watching out for the pack” I nodded my head and walked away. There! That’s the end! No happy ending, if you wanted a happy ending THEN TOO BAD! THIS AIN'T NO FAIRYTALE

#enzo marinaro #his backstory is complete!#after 1347 words I’m finished! whooo!#I’m going to sleep now

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fletchphoenix · 4 years

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Study Date With Destiny

Chapter two of the High School AU <3 i love these boys. Thank you guys for the support on this and my other projects, I love y’all loads for that!! :)) Onwards with the chapter!!

TW - Strong Language (yet again, i cannot remember but knowing me there probably is some somewhere)

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As Varian trudged along, he felt himself slowly starting to slip closer towards just strangling the boy who was rambling beside him, hands in his pockets and laughing obnoxiously loud at his own jokes. Hugo Atkinson may possibly be the most annoying, egotistical guy he’s ever met in his life and he was sure he hated him with his whole being. He didn’t get how a human being could annoy him so much that he’d want to just disappear on the spot, but here he was.

His hatred intensified as the other wrapped his arms around the smaller boy’s shoulders in a vice-like grip, pulling him closer. “Hey hairstripe, are we gonna be there yet? And are you okay? You’ve been staring at the floor for the past twenty minutes. Are you really that in love with me that you can’t focus around me?” he added with a wide grin.

Varian’s cheeks immediately flushed and he shoved Hugo away as hard as he could, the other boy merely stumbling and cackling with laughter. “As if I’d have a crush on you! You’re-ugh! You’re insufferable!” he complained as he sped up his pace, Hugo struggling slightly to keep up. Okay, now Varian definitely wanted to kill him. It wasn’t fair how the taller boy thought he could just- just torment him on his first official day back at school and get away with it! Mr Crick had better be right about Hugo being smart, or Varian was gonna lose it with the other. His patience was already wearing thin - so he just prayed for Hugo’s sake that it didn’t run out almost immediately.

He finally halted his relentless pace, turning and walking through the pearly white, wooden gates to Rapunzel and Eugene’s house as Hugo stood in shock and stared up at the building in awe. It was only a quaint house with a tiny garden out front, the couple having moved there after their wedding and Varian joining them after...everything that happened last year, but Hugo stared at it as though it was the largest, most beautiful mansion in the world. “Nice place, hairstripe…” he whistled as he trailed after Varian, the raven haired boy rolling his eyes in response and praying that their little ‘study session’ would fly by just as fast as the rest of the day had. He wasn’t sure if he could put up with another few hours of Hugo teasing him and lounging over him in the middle of class. It was probably to embarrass him, and it was sure as hell working.

He fumbled with his keys for a second before unlocking the door and walking into the cooling air of the house. Maybe it was the heat making him all hot and bothered about Hugo - after all, his mother had always told him how he was more irritable in the summer months and had a tendency as a child to just curl up into a ball on the floor of their kitchen and cry because he found it unbearable. It made sense as much as he hated to admit it, sometimes he’d get the urge to do it in Rapunzel’s kitchen before remembering he was sixteen now and, contrary to popular belief, couldn’t just lie on the kitchen floor and cry his eyes out over all his problems. Instead, he’d have to do it in his bedroom. Now, Hugo’s presence in his life gave him something justifiable to cry over. Great!

“Hey sis, me and Hugo are going upstairs to work on a project-” he yelled, grabbing Hugo’s wrist to pull him up the oak stairs and to his room before Rapunzel could ambush him and pull him into a lengthy conversation of ‘how did you meet?’ and ‘he’s nice Varian, could make a lovely friend’, because truth be told, he didn’t want to be friends with the arrogant son of a- Light pattering of what sounded like bare feet sounded from the kitchen and he let out a loud groan as Rapunzel bounded into the hallway and smiled up at him and Hugo. Oh no.

“Hello Hugo, I’m Rapunzel! It’s a pleasure to meet you!” she declared, sticking out her hand with a freakishly wide smile on her face, clearly putting Hugo off. Varian almost felt bad for the other until he remembered the relentless teasing and rambling on the way here, a smile building on his face as Hugo’s expression of discomfort. “Not a fan of handshakes? That’s fine! I’ll call you both down when dinner is ready, okay?” she told them both before turning on her heel and skipping towards the kitchen. Varian gave Hugo no time to recover before grabbing his hand and pulling him along upstairs to his bedroom in the attic, ascending the two flights of stairs and pulling the cord to turn the light on.

“You sleep in the attic? What kind of Cinderella situation is this, hairstripe?” Hugo questioned, already making himself at home by dropping his bag beside Varian’s bed and lounging on it. “See something you like?” He teased before Varian’s face, for the second time today, flushed red. “I’m teasing, hairstripe. Obviously you do. But, I’ve gotta admit, it’s a nice set up. The two desks are a nice decorative touch.”

“Shut up.” Varian quipped back, sitting at his desk and resting his forehead against it. They hadn’t even started and he’d already thought of all the ways he could kill Hugo, all of them seeming like pretty good options at this point in time. “So, we’ve gotta do a project on green chemistry, and the extraction of biodiesel and biofuels. That’ll be..interesting, right?” he muttered aloud, raising his head to look at Hugo, who just frowned in confusion. “You...you get what I’m talking about, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course I get what you’re talking about, I’m a genius. I just got a bit confused at why in the living hell you’ve got a raccoon on your desk and why he looks as though he’s going to kill me.” Hugo stated bluntly, pointing hix index finger to the pile of papers behind Varian. The other turned in his chair and gasped happily, pulling the raccoon into his arms and peppering kisses over the furry little angel’s face.

“Ruddiger!” he cried happily, the raccoon nuzzling his cheek against his owner’s and sitting on his shoulders. “Sorry, this is Ruddiger, my pet raccoon! I saved him from a bear trap when I was fourteen and the little guy’s stuck with me ever since! Pretty loyal, right?” he chuckled, his smile contorting into a frown at the unreadable expression on Hugo’s face. Oh no, now he’d just given Hugo more reasons to bully him. Brilliant. He couldn’t believe he’d just so openly admitted to having a goddamn pet raccoon in front of the one guy who made fun of him the most!

“That’s cute.” Hugo said, almost whispering.

“I-I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s cute. The raccoon, I mean. A bit weird you named him after your last name, but hey. That’s pretty sweet how you got him. I have a pet mouse called Olivia at home, and she’s one of my favourite things in the world if I’m being honest.” Hugo shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck with his prosthetic arm subconsciously, his gaze drifting towards the floor as Varian swore a light blush came to those pale, freckled cheeks of his. “Anyway-” Hugo interrupted, standing and pulling the chair from the other desk over to sit beside Varian. “What are we gonna do for this project then, hairstripe?”

“Oh, I have a few ideas-” Varian began, proceeding to explain all the thoughts and ideas culminating in his head for various different aspects of the topic they could cover - the need for biofuels, alternative energy sources, how to make a sustainable fuel supply..you name it, he said it, along with different ways to present it, such as papers, a powerpoint or something along those lines. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling he was being stared at, the thought making him feel slightly uneasy. He turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting Hugo’s who simply stared at him, his head propped up by his flesh hand with a stupid smile on his face, instantly disappearing as soon as Varian looked over and straightening his back. “Perfect ideas, hairstripe. Absolutely perfect.” he added as he looked away and covered his mouth to feign a cough.

Varian raised an eyebrow, a frown forming on his face before hesitantly turning his attention back to the brainstorm of notes he’d written on the page, however he couldn’t bring himself to fully focus again. Why was Hugo staring at him like that? Was there something on his face? Was he just really invested in what Varian had to say? It was weird to say the least - having the guy he hated stare at him. It was probably one of his tricks to make Varian let his guard down even more, Nuru did say he was an infamous playboy in school and dated around a lot. Yep, that was most definitely it, he concluded as the boys began to write and work together.

Surprisingly, they worked extremely well together - akin to a well-oiled machine or a pair of old lab partners. Hugo was much smarter than he let on, even better than Varian in some areas of the topic and, although he let out a few quips every now and then, he really wasn’t a pain to work with and was..extremely co-operative and receptive to whatever ideas Varian had. He’d give his genuine thoughts with no insults to Varian’s intelligence and seemed to really respect his ideas. It felt like an entirely different guy to the one in chemistry class only a few hours prior, a soft smile drifting onto his face as he sat there and wrote, before he and Hugo locked eyes in silence.

“DINNER!” Rapunzel called from downstairs, breaking the trance the two boys had been placed into and causing them both to hurriedly stand and rush downstairs quietly. Varian didn’t understand - it's gotta be Hugo putting an act on. It didn’t make any sense on how he was so different to how he was in chemistry. Nonetheless, the pair entered the kitchen. “Hey boys! How’s the studying going?” Rapunzel questioned from her seat at the table, Eugene sitting beside her with a smile on his face, presumably happy that Varian finally had a friend at school.

“It’s been fine, Rapunzel. Going swimmingly. Hairstripe here has plenty of great ideas.” Hugo declared with a grin, reaching over with his flesh arm to ruffle the boy’s hair, who ducked as fast as he could. Unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough, his raven locks being messed up by the blonde. “How did you even get that streak anyway? Did ya just get bored when you were fourteen and do it to be ‘emo’?” he teased, nudging Varian and sitting down at the table.

“It’s natural, okay? Don’t ask how - I don’t know either. Probably my mom’s fault.” he shrugged and leaned over his plate, shovelling food into his mouth and trying to ignore any conversations taking place at the table. Hugo, on the other hand, relished in the attention Rapunzel and Eugene were giving him, showing off his achievements in school and how superior he was at..literally everything. He’d managed to hear that his mother ran a small company in town, that he worked for her and she was a single mom after his dad walked out on them. He also heard that he had over a dozen awards in school for multiple different clubs and activities, Varian listening in fascination. He had no idea Hugo was this..versatile. It was pretty damn amazing in his eyes.

After dinner had finished, Varian and Hugo lounged about on his bed in the attic after playing some video games together, waiting for Hugo’s mom to pick him up before Varian finally broke the comfortable silence after a few minutes. “How did you lose your arm?” he blurted out. He wasn’t really thinking when he said it, if he was being honest. He knew it was probably a sensitive topic to Hugo and talking about it would probably bring back some unwanted memories for the other boy. Clearly it did, as evident from Hugo’s features twisting into a look of sadness. “I..I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer, I was just curious and wasn’t thinking and-”

“No, no. It’s alright. I thought you’d ask sooner if I’m being honest.” He let out a little nervous, breathy chuckle, turning on the bed to look at Varian quietly. “I..kinda lied about my childhood. Donella adopted me. I was six, and me, my mom and dad were driving in the middle of winter. I got excited about something stupid - a deer or something like that. It threw my dad off, he swerved and...the car crashed. My parents..they didn’t make it out alive. I did, but uh..paid the consequences with my arm being severed from the shoulder. So Donella took me in and made me a new arm. And voila, here we are.” his voice died out into a murmur before he shrugged nonchalantly. “Can I hear about the story between you and your parents or is that too personal? I kinda figured Rapunzel and Fitzherbert weren’t your parents so...”

Varian paused before letting out a sigh. “You told me your tragic backstory, so it’s only fair I tell you mine, right?” he responded and laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. “Well, my mom died when I was younger, which left me and my dad alone. When I was fifteen, my dad got sick. Really...really sick. He was getting to the point where it just wasn’t fair on him to keep him alive, so..we made the decision to stop with his treatment and let him pass away, so now I live with Rapunzel and Eugene. But..there isn’t a day where I don’t miss him and regret my decision.” he sighed, shocked when Hugo pulled him into a tight embrace in silence.

He wasn’t used to the feeling of someone else other than Rapunzel or Eugene wrapping their arms around him and pulling him closer, but..it felt nice, comforting even. Just lying there in Hugo’s embrace. It felt right, he thought, as he laid there satisfied in the other boy’s arms, so close he could hear Hugo’s heart thudding in his chest, grounding him to the room they were in. It was different, but a good different that Varian didn’t want to give up just yet, subconsciously cuddling closer to the blonde before-

“Hugo! Your mother is here!” Rapunzel called from downstairs, Hugo quickly sitting bolt upright and looking down at Varian, a twinge of sadness on his face. Even Varian felt a pang of sadness on his heartstrings as the boy moved off his bed, though he quickly dismissed it.

“Hey, its uh-its been fun. Next time we can go to mine if you feel comfortable. Anyway-see you later.” he said with a smile, heading towards the door before Varian lunged forward and grabbed his wrist. “Wait. You’ll need this.” he muttered, writing his phone number down onto Hugo’s flesh forearm, Hugo’s skin warm to the touch. “Give me a text, alright?” he said with a smile, his eyes locking onto Hugo’s emerald ones. Were they always that vibrant?

“Aw, don’t miss me too much, hairstripe.” he teased. Okay. Back to the teasing again, thought Varian, a loud and annoyed groan leaving his lips as Hugo smirked and turned away from him. “Okay, I’ll see you around. Have a good night.” he waved and disappeared around the corner, descending the two flights of stairs and, after twenty minutes, Varian heard the front door to the house shut.

Immediately, he flopped back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. Well, that was an experience. He’d made his first enemy, somehow managed to see that enemy as someone completely different to who he initially thought and then gave said-enemy his phone number. Huh. Maybe Hugo wasn’t as bad as he’d initially thought, he pondered as he laid back on his bed. A small ding broke him from his thoughts, pulling his phone from his pocket and registering the number as Hugo.

Hugo : Hey hairstripe, it's me. Your absolute favourite person in the whole wide world.

Varian : Ha. You wish you were, dweeb.

Hugo : *gasp* INSULTING ME?? Hugo : You wound me, hairstripe. Will you keep relentlessly tearing down my pride?

Varian : mmm,,,let me think about it

Varian : Yep. I will.

Hugo : Aha, love you too.

Hugo : Anyway, I’ve gotta dash for work and all. See you tomorrow, sweetcheeks.

Varian : See ya, twerp.

“Sooo...he was nice!” Rapunzel called from the doorway, Varian dropping his phone and instantly losing the ghost of a smile on his face. He hadn’t realised she was there, her smug expression and the way she leaned against the doorframe with her arms folded made him cringe.

“Y’know knocking exists, right? That's a thing that people do. And yes, he’s nice around you guys, but gives me hell at school.” Varian groaned, knowing full well Hugo was going to treat him the same as he had while they were at school instead of the soft side he’d revealed to Varian that, admittedly, Varian much preferred to the suave persona the other had put on. It felt more genuine - the way he acted tonight. It felt like he was really seeing the real Hugo Atkinson in all his glory.

“Yeah I know. He does seem nice though. Okay buddy, me and Eugene will be downstairs if you need us, alright? Love you, Varian!” She assured before turning and heading down towards the first floor as Hugo had done only a few minutes prior, her brunette hair bouncing on her shoulders as she walked with her usual slight skip in her step.

Varian laid back once again with a satisfied smile, letting Ruddiger curl up into a small ball on his chest and absentmindedly, he reached down and trailed his hand across the raccoon’s fur, lost in thought. Maybe this year wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian x hugo #varian tangled #tangled varian #hugo tangled #tangled hugo #alchemy boyfriends #varigo high school au

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, m&f, intercourse)

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader is a fic writer and her number one fan can’t get enough.

Note: This is probably the most meta shit I’ve written but for all the fic writers out there, this one if for you. Hope y’all get the good d you deserve but until then, here’s this!

Please let me know what you think in a reblog/reply! <3 please and thank you.

You let out a sigh of relief and hit ‘post’. It was almost pathetic but it was the best part of your day, or most days. Having something to share with others was nice. The fact that they enjoyed your work and your boredom-induced work made it worth the frustration.

It wasn’t real writing. You knew that. Fanfiction was a genre to be laughed at. You didn’t admit it to anyone but there was a sense of pride to go along with the shame.

That part of you was kept online. The darker parts; the lust, the angst, the fear. It all went hand in hand and no one would guess that the bookshop assistant was stevies-doll. It felt almost scandalous to have a virtual alter ego.

You closed your laptop and checked the time. More than enough to get ready for work. Plain blouse, grey pants, mary jane flats. You were the typical bookish girl with dreams that would never come true.

The bus was late. Oh well. You’d still be there in time you’d just have to forego your usual espresso. Afternoons were draining and you often needed the boost to keep from nodding off in the last hour. You really weren’t sure why the shop stayed open so late; not many came out after five for books but traffic was relatively steady in the hipster village.

Nina met you with a frown. She preferred you at least ten minutes earlier. Tardiness had seen several other clerks fired and you had been the only to make it more than a year in the shop. Three in fact. This place was like a second home. A garden of ideas to plant the seeds of your mind.

When Nina left, you rearranged the desk. You moved aside her ledger and replaced it with your notebook, two pens to the right of it. In between the chime of the door and the rare customer queries you did most of your writing. When you reached a block you’d read, but today you felt particularly inspired.

The world was saved again. The news reports had shown footage of the daring rescue. As grim as the situation was, you couldn’t help but fantasize. The first avenger with his golden hair and sharp jawline was every woman’s Adonis. At least, you thought he was the very picture of perfection.

It wasn’t obsession. That was your mantra. You often argued with yourself. As much as you thought of the great Steve Rogers, it was only admiration. It wasn’t the possessive infatuation often found on social media. It was a hobby. An escape from the world.

You bent over the notebook. The shop was empty. The dulcet tones of indie folk floated along the shelves. You set pen to paper and waited for the ring to draw you away from the world behind your eyes.

You leaned on the counter and scribbled the first line in ink. That was always the hardest part. Then again, the beginning was always more exciting than the end.

‘The day the earth went dark, there was but one beacon left to shine…’

It was amusing at first. The thought of another person spending so much time writing about him. That someone would fabricate an entire universe in which he was entirely different. Somewhere out there was a woman who wore the pseudonym ‘stevies-doll’.

Steve knew he should have been perturbed by the fact. The idea of another so consumed by him that they would post almost every other day about him. He couldn’t remember how he stumbled on the small blog. A decent following but nothing close to viral.

The first story he read was cute. It even made him feel warm. The second was very much the same. He clicked through to another, this one more serious. Grey and daunting. A few more and he stumbled upon one he found most interesting, the letters NSFW emblazoned across the top. He googled the acronym and clicked back to the tab. Excited almost.

When he finished, he was warm in another way. Hot, almost. The things he read, the idea of him doing them, was almost arousing. Of course, he had never done any of it. Had never been more than the perfect gentlemen. Sweet and doting. That was how love should be. But that wasn’t love, no, that story was sex. Pure, unadulterated fucking.

He forced himself away from the computer after that. He needed to sleep. He had intended to browse his email quickly but he often found himself in the oddest rabbit-holes. That was definitely the deepest. He shook his head and chuckled. It was funny.

The next morning he awoke and went about his usual routine. He was out the door by seven. Off to save the world. Or wait around for it to need saving. At Stark Tower, he listened to Tony with his eyes on his phone. It wasn’t anything important. Some recounting about how he had scared Pepper with a nano-spider.

Steve gave a half-hearted chuckle and Tony went back to his screen. “Tough audience,” He muttered to Bruce who merely shook his head.

Steve leaned against a stool and squinted at his phone. He stared at the google search. Why had he typed it in? Somewhere in the tedium of Tony’s chatter, he had keyed in the name. He hit the first link and his phone loaded slowly.

His own face stared back at him. The banner was a press photo he had taken over a year ago. His bright eyes were staunch beneath the mask as he stared off into the distance. She had posted again. His thumb hovered over ‘read more’. Did he dare?

He looked up to make sure he was not being observed. The two scientists were too distracted to care about his online activity. He stood straight and cleared his throat. “I’m gonna hit the gym,” He lied. A grumble from both scientists as they squinted at the floating screens. “Right, have fun.” Steve said dryly as he left them to their work.

He stepped out in the hall and pressed his thumb to the screen. He bent his head over the phone as he walked blindly down the halls. Neither Tony or Bruce noticed through the window that he had gone entirely the wrong way. Steve didn’t either as his eyes flitted over the screen.

‘The day the earth went dark, there was but one beacon left to shine…’

You couldn’t believe how much your blog had grown in the last few months. You didn’t know if it betrayed your unexciting life or your one-track mind. Both, maybe. But it made your everyday responsibilities a little less tedious.

And the messages were even better than the hit count. Several had messaged to say they loved your work and went so far as to call you an inspiration. It was flattering but it was easy to remember who you were. No Stephen King or JK Rowling. You wrote silly one shots with limited development.

Today your inbox had been steady. Every time you found yourself bored at work, you opened the app and you had another message. Most of them short or even just emojis but nice nonetheless. And there was one you were waiting to answer

So long and in depth you had to give it more than just a thanks. You opened it several times and reread it.

‘Your story is really interesting. I think the way your portray Steve is believable. In this type of writing you rarely find anything realistic but your writing feels genuine if not entirely accurate. I would say you capture the essence of Steve perfectly and his actions at least make sense.

I always enjoy your updates and even look forward to them...especially the NSFW ones. ;)’

It was one of the few users who didn't use the anonymous feature and also left a complete comment. It was refreshing and you had come to look forward to their commentary. They went by CapUSA. Another Steve fangirl who was surprisingly inactive outside your blog. Her page was almost a clone of your own. They liked every post, reblogged, and commented. What more could a writer ask for?

Original characters maybe and not just fantasies of someone who’d never know of her existence. You closed your laptop and sighed. It felt like time. You could feel the block at the back of your head. The little thrill you got was wearing off and it felt like a phase better left to fade with your emo days in high school and that month in university when you dyed your hair purple.

You readied for work. Back on days that week. Opening was always easier. It didn’t feel so drawn out. Nina would be in at one and you’d keep her company until four. It meant little time for writing. Maybe that was for the better. You needed to start planning. For the future. For something truly your own. A fantasy so detached from reality that it would make market and maybe even a dime.

That was your dream. You didn’t want to be the listless fangirl forever. Ugh, how you hated to even call yourself a fangirl. No post today, you resigned. Maybe none tomorrow. You’d have to work up the courage to announce your hiatus. Life was calling and for once a sliver of genuine inspiration.

And the bookstore. It was Shakespeare’s birthday, which conveniently was also his death day. This meant two for one on all of his works. Nina also hired actors to stand outside the shop and re-enact famous scene from the playwright’s repertoire. They wouldn’t arrive till noon but you had a lot of set-up to do. Enough to keep you from thinking of the disappointed messages that would fill your inbox.

Steve scrolled through the pale pink blog for the dozenth time that morning. It had been two weeks since stevies-doll posted. The longest two weeks of his life. He wasn’t sure when it had become a staple in his life. A ritual almost. He’d read her latest fic as he laid down and try to clear his head of blood and grime. Lose himself in the person she dreamed he was. The man he had come to envy. Fictional but all too real in his head.

But there was nothing. At first he re-read and read again. But that grew old. He knew almost every story by heart at this point. He could recite the intro line to most and he fell asleep as his imagination reconstructed the things he had never done.

Her banner flashed across his sight when he woke, the image of his blue eyes staring beyond him. He’d come to think of her Steve as an altar ego. The beast buried deep inside of him. He was tired of being the nation’s golden child. Their unwavering moral beacon. He wanted to be him and she had helped him figure out who he truly was.

But she was gone. No green dot above her name in the chat window, her last post dated fourteen days ago, her blog like a time capsule. The ice that had preserved him for seventy years. Where was she?

Then a thought struck him. A devious one. He had been on enough missions to know his way around a computer. He considered himself quite savvy after living nearly a decade ahead of his time. It was simple enough. He tracked down many a drug pin this way and they were often concealed behind walls of encryption. He doubted she had more than a store-bought antivirus, if that.

He climbed out of bed and booted his computer. His leg shook impatiently and he tossed his phone just beneath the corner of the monitor. He rubbed his palms together as the home screen loaded and he clicked on the browser.

Her IP was simple enough to find. Right-click, inspect. When he found it, he felt his heart jump. This was a line. A very clear one. If he did this, there was no going back. He let go of the mouse and leaned his chin in his hands. He stared at her page, split by the window of code, and his jaw ticked.

He hit back and went to the messenger. He clicked on her name and his fingertips ran over the space bar. He didn’t know what to say. He’d send her little asks about her fics but he never messaged her directly. Would she respond?

‘Hey,’ He typed slowly, his fingers sped up with each key, ‘I’m a fan of your work. I think it’s excellent. I just wanted to check in and see if you were still writing for this blog.’

He hit enter and waited. He focused on the grey dot beside her name. If she saw this, it likely wouldn’t be until morning. He checked the time and sighed. It was late. He had an early briefing with Tony and he should try to sleep.

He hovered the cursor over the x but the dot turned green and he paused. The little ‘...’ blipped in the bottom of the chat box and the ding of her reply was music to his ears.

‘Hey, sorry. I know I’ve been quiet lately. I’ve just been so busy with work. I’m a bit behind at the moment. Thank you though for following me. I always enjoy your comments :)’ He read it several times before he could reply. Before he could even think of the words to.

‘It’s okay. We all have responsibilities. Take your time.’ He wanted to tell her to hurry up but who knew? She might be someone important, like a lawyer or teacher. He could wait. As long as there was hope.

‘Thanks. I appreciate that. Really.’ That response was quicker. Curt, almost.

‘I don’t want to overstep but are you okay?’ His cheeks were hot.

‘Ah, you know, life.’

He scratched his chin as he leaned back in his chair. Slowly he sat forward and typed. It took him three tries to get it right. Concerned but not pushy. ‘Anything you wanna talk about?’ He waited. The three dots appeared then faded. Several times before her answer blipped up.

‘I don’t wanna trouble you but I appreciate you asking. Nothing I won’t get over.’

‘Ok, no problem. Just know that if you need it, I could listen. It’s could to talk about stress.’ He laughed at himself. He should take his own advice. He had a horrible habit of letting things pile up until he burst at the seams.

‘Thanks again. I’ll ttyl. I gotta get some sleep. Have a good one.’

‘You, too,’ He replied a bit too quickly. ‘Talk to you then.’

You were ready to post again. It had been almost a month since your last fic and you had been reluctant to return. You couldn’t help checking in daily to see your notifications and scroll mindlessly through your own content. And your offline writing had come to a halt. You were stuck and you didn’t know how else to cope but fall back on what you knew.

Your new friend had helped too. CapUSA had quickly become a stalwart of your blog. She, or he, you still weren’t sure, spoke to you almost everyday. They encouraged you to try one more fic as you mulled over a certain prompt. Why not? It would be like a writing exercise. Maybe it would help you with your original writing. Take some of the pressure off.

And you didn’t just talk about writing. You talked about the bookstore and Nina’s incessant complaints. You talked about the stresses of your lives. Friends, or lack thereof. Cap seemed a popular person and recounted stories of the latest drama. A close knit group of friends who acted more like adversaries. It was amusing and made your forget that your life was rather empty.

You hit post and smiled. That familiar rush rolled over you and you snapped closed your laptop. You were already dressed and ready for work. You crammed in the quick editing session before the bus was due and now you’d have to run for it.

Back on afternoons. It was rainy and you were soaked by the time you got to the shop. The weather always helped traffic and you ducked behind the counter where Nina was tending to the line with Cara, a new addition. The curly-haired blonde reminded you of old Hollywood. Her high cheekbones and rose lips rivaled Monroe’s.

“Do you want me to start early?” You asked as you tucked your bag under the counter between them.

“You better. I’m gone in ten and Cara’s only on til three.” Nina muttered. “We got a new shipment. Boxes are at the end of the aisles. We’ve not had a chance to touch ‘em.”

“Okay, I’ll get right on it,” You pin your name tag on and stepped back around the counter. She was in one of her moods and all the better that you avoid her until she left. You went to the end of the history aisle and opened the box against the wall.

‘You working?’ The vibration drew your attention from re-arranging the non-fiction section. The message floated in a bubble on your lock screen. You smiled. This faceless stranger felt like more. Of course, virtual friendships were often fleeting.

You glanced down the aisle, both Nina and Cara were squinting at the computer as a customer waited patiently for them to figure out their conundrum. You swiped away the lock and typed swiftly with your phone hidden behind your leg.

‘Closing. Here all night.’

‘Oh :( you got company at least?’

‘For a couple more hours. But no shortage of work. :/’

‘Damn. Should I leave you alone?’

‘Up to you. My responses might be sporadic. Boss isn’t very pleasant today.’

‘Cool. I just read your new fic.’

‘Yeah? Sorry I haven’t checked my notifications just yet.’

‘No problem. I left a comment is all.’

‘What are you up to?’

‘Taking a break from driving. I should actually get back to it. It’s a long trip.’

‘Where are you going?’

‘To see a friend.’

‘Ah, ok. Well, drive safe.’

‘I will ;) See ya later.’

‘ttyl :)’

‘Nina’s Nook’. Steve read the crooked moniker several times over. He couldn’t believe he was actually there. That she was inside. He made good time on the road. An eight hour trip in six. Of course, he hadn’t exactly abided the speed limit. His impatience had turned to recklessness. So unlike him.

The sky was dim. The summer nights came later and later. She’d be done in an hour. The streets were dying down and the door hadn’t chimed in almost as long. He felt nervous all of a sudden. He tried to shrug of his anxiety and took a breath.

She wouldn’t know it was him. Well, she might recognize him but she wouldn’t know he was CapUSA. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Steve Rogers in her bookshop. In this town. It would be a story she would recount for the rest of her life. An encounter she would never forget.

Oh, he’d make sure she remembered it.

He crossed the street. A single car passed as he stepped up on the curb. It was much quieter than New York. No honking, no shouts, no hissing sewers. He liked it. It was quaint. He stood before the door and peeked through the glass. There was no one behind the desk. But the sign read open and the lights shone in welcome.

He pushed down the handle and slowly opened the door. The bell announced his entrance and a small voice called from the corner of the shop. “One moment, please.” He heard the shuffle of books and light footsteps. She emerged from the far shelves and his lips parted at the sight of her.

He had seen her before. Her few photos on Facebook and Instagram. He had found those shortly after he ferreted out her IP. He couldn’t see much but her privacy settings allowed him a glimpse into her real life. Her smile was nicer than in her pictures.

“Sorry, I was--” She stopped short as she saw him. She blinked. He closed his mouth as hers fell open. Her voice was higher when she spoke next. “I was just sorting some stuff out. I--How can I help you?”

“Um, a friend recommended a book to me and I was passing by, I thought maybe by chance… you might have it.” He kept his voice even. The same one he used for his press conferences.

“Do you have a title?” She asked. He could see her fingers tremble. The guilt as her eyes rounded. She was thinking of all the things she had wrote about him. He was thinking of those too.

“Jeez, you know, I’ve totally forgotten but the author was, uh…” He pretended to think and his eyes drifted down her body. Her flowered blouse was boxy but her pants hugged the curves of her hips and legs. She clasped her hands together and the gesture pushed her chest together between her arms. “Margaret Archer--er, Atwood.”

“Hmm, she’s done a lot. Do you know what it’s about?” She pulled her hands apart and wiped her palms on her dark pants. His eyes followed the movement. He wanted his hands there. Wanted to feel her thighs against him.

“Something about an apocalypse...um, a character named...Snow--Snow something.” He acted like he coudn’t remember. Couldn’t recall that it was stevies-doll who had recommended the very book.

“Oh, Oryx and Crake, I think it is. It’s an interesting one.” She smiled, proud to have figured out the riddle. “If you will, it should be with our most popular books.”

She hesitated as she passed him. He followed her as she went to the shelf just beside the counter. She hovered her finger before the titles as she read them. She bent as she got lower. He admired her ass as she did. He tucked his hands in his pocket before he could reach out.

“Yeah, I think it’s in sci-fi.” She stood and peeked over her shoulder. “It’s just over here.” She led him down the narrow aisle to the end. “Starts just here so Atwood…” She scanned the shelf, “Here.” She pulled out the book and held it out to him. “We have it in hardcover too.”

He took it and felt the raised letters on the cover. “Thanks.” He didn’t even acknowledge the book in his hand. The aisle was so tight she was trapped between him and the wall. She gave a sheepish smile and he turned to press his back to the shelf. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

She nodded and squeezed past him. Her chest brushed against his torso and she pretended not to notice. Once past him, she cleared her throat. “If you need any help, I’ll be up front.” She turned before he could respond and her watched her go. He never would’ve guessed the mousy shop assistant would have such a lurid imagination.

You were in disbelief. It couldn’t be. Steve Rogers in your book shop? No, you were dreaming. Or was it a nightmare? Oh god, why had you written all that stuff? You needed to delete. Now. You could hear him. The floor creaked as he moved slowly down the aisle. You hoped he would’ve taken the book and gone. The longer he stayed, the worse you felt. Your cheeks were on fire.

Your phone vibrated. You swiped the screen and found a new message from CapUSA. You sighed and rubbed your eyes. You should just pretend you didn’t see it. You unlocked the phone and read the message.

‘Hey, how’s work?’

‘It’s fine.’ You answered. What could you say? Who would believe that Steve Rogers had walked in your door?

‘I just was thinking about your last fic.’

‘Oh yeah?’ You peeked over at the far aisle. The floor no longer whined with his weight.

‘Yeah, I’d love to re-enact the last scene.’

‘Sorry?’ You sent the message and it went unanswered. ‘I don’t get it. What do you mean?’

‘The one with the girl on her knees. Begging to be fucked.’

‘Okay? I still don’t understand.’ Your heart jumped. This was really weird.

‘Or maybe and I could fuck you on that counter you’re standing behind.’

You hit close and locked the phone. You dropped it and looked around the shop. You rushed out from behind the counter and glanced out the window. You turned the latch and the floorboards groaned. You turned and pressed yourself to the door. You forgot he was there.

How could you forget something like that?

“Sorry, uh, we’re closing up,” You felt around for the lock, “I was just--”

“That’s okay. I think I’m just about done.” He slapped the book against his palm and placed it on the corner of the counter. He set his phone on top of it with a flourish. “Why don’t you flip the sign and we can get started.”

“What are you--”

“Do you prefer I call you by your real name or stevies-doll?” He leaned against the counter and smirked. “Or I can just call you doll. I know you like that.”

“No,” You exhaled shakily, “Y-you can’t be…”

“You’re not happy to see me?” He asked. He didn’t sound like the hero you saw on the news. Barely looked like him now. His pupils dilated to darken his blue eyes and the shadows of the shop cast his face in sinister tones. “You can call me Stevie if you like.”

“I...What I wrote, it was just...” You spluttered. “I’m s-sorry.”

“You don’t have to be.” He pushed himself away from the counter. “I’m not mad. Intrigued really.”

He stepped closer and your ears pounded as the adrenaline coursed through your veins. You turned and fumbled with the lock. The door opened an inch before his hand slammed it shut again. He easily flipped the lock back into place and spun the sign with a flick of his thumb.

“You can close early and we can have some fun...maybe inspire a new fic.” His arm was around your waist and you grabbed onto his thick wrist.

“They’re just stories.” You kicked as he pulled you away from the door. He tugged the blind down over the window. “Stupid fantasies.”

“Well, consider this a dream come true, doll,” He spun and let you go. You collided with the desk and gasped as the air was knocked from your lungs. “I think you remember this scene.”

“What do you want?” You clung to the desk as you turned to him.

“You know, I’m everything people think I am. Straight-laced, valiant, boring.” He planted his feet and stared you down. “Or was...until I found your blog.” His tongue ran across his bottom lip. “It gets lonely on the road. At first, your blog was like a secret companion. It gave me something to look forward to but then it made me think. So many things I never even knew I was missing out on.”

“Please, I don’t know what you want from me,” Your voice cracked. Your fear surged and left you shaking against the counter.

“I want…” He tilted his head and his eyes flashed, “You.” He paused and pushed his shoulders back. “On your knees.” Your eyes rounded, “Oh yes,” He raised a finger, “Naked.”

You stared at him. You were frozen in place. The counter your only support from melting into a puddle. His nostrils flared as he exhaled; long and drawn out.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” He snarled and his hand balled into a fist.

You gulped and held yourself with one hand against the counter as you bent to unlace your oxfords. You kicked them off with your socks and mustered your strength. You stood on your own and unbuttoned your shirt. You kept your eyes on the aged carpet stretched across the hardwood.

You dropped the blouse onto your shoes and unzipped your fly. The wool trousers slid halfway down without help and you untangled your legs from them. You added them to the heap and stood straight.

“Look at me,” Steve ordered. Your eyes snapped over to him. “Good.” You reached back and he raised a hand. “Stop...I wanna do it.”

He waved you forward and slowly you stepped away from the counter. He bared his palm in a gesture for you to halt and you hung your head. “Eyes up.” He corrected as he came closer. He walked around you and stopped just behind you.

His thick fingers touched the band of your bra and ran along it until they met at the hooks. He carefully unclasped it and the cups fell loose. He tickled your arms as he pushed the straps down them. He took it and flung it away from him. His hands came up to cup your tits and he pushed himself flush to your back.

“You always wrote so vividly of me but...I never knew how beautiful you truly were...how good you feel.” He squeezed and slowly lowered his hands. He dragged them to the side of your panties and slipped his fingers beneath the elastic. He bent as he guided the panties down your legs. “God, that ass.”

You shivered and his hands cradled your ass. He ran his rough palms along your cheeks and up your back. They settled on your shoulders and he pushed down firmly. “On your knees.”

He stepped back and you unsteadily got to your knees. He walked another circle around you. You could hear his dusky breaths. Glimpsed how his hand ran over the front of his jeans.

��Now ask, like a good girl,” He stopped before you and stared down with a smirk. “Go on, doll, I know you want it.”

You closed your eyes and swallowed. You grit your teeth and gather what was left of your wits. A story. That’s all this was. The letters could be backspaced and no one would know better of it.

“Please,” You recalled the last scene you had posted. The tingle which had flowed through you as you hit the button. What had she said? You opened your eyes. “Please, I want to...I want to make you happy.” You shuddered as the words whisked from you. “Can I?”

“Can you...what?” He taunted.

“Can I suck your dick?” It was barely a whisper.

“Oh, well, since you asked so nicely,” His hands were on his belt as he spoke. “But I have a different scene in mind for tonight. A new one.” He unbuckled his belt and cracked his neck. “I want you on the counter. On your back.”

You made to stand and his hand went to your head. He held you down.

“Crawl.”

You weakly dropped forward and turned. You crawled on hands and knees as he followed, stopping just in front of the desk as you followed his pointed finger to the other side. You stood and lifted yourself onto the counter and laid on your back. He guided your head over the side as he pulled you close and his hands found your tits again. He tweaked your hard nipples and you bit your lip.

He rescinded his hands and finished unzipping his pants. You tried not to watch as he pushed his pants down, his briefs too. The blur focused and you gaped at the size of him. He gripped himself and you snapped your mouth shut. He grabbed your chin and squeezed.

“Now, now, don’t act like this isn’t what you wanted,” He pressed his cock to your mouth and you were forced to open as his fingers threatened to crush your jaw.

He slid inside and your gasp was stifled as he met the back of your throat. He forced himself further and you threw your arms out. A clatter of books and papers as you swept them off the counter. He lingered at his limit and wiggled his hips. You arched your back as you choked and he grabbed your tit, kneading it as he slowly pulled out.

He pushed back in just as you gulped down air and you writhed atop the desk. He thrust in and out of your mouth. You gagged and groaned. The noises only fueled his fervour and he sunk in over and over until your head pulsed. The spit smeared around your lips and his balls.

He pulled back and slammed back in suddenly. His motion slowed as he came. He grunted, his breaths stuttered by the staggered rock of his pelvis. You clawed at the counter top and kicked until you could breathe again.

He slipped his cock from between your lips and his cum leaked from your mouth. You sat up and coughed. His hands were on your shoulders again. His fingers danced along your throat as if to ease your struggles.

“Come on, that’s just the first act,” He drew away and you glanced over your shoulder. “Turn around.”

You turned on the desk and he pulled your legs over the edge. He pushed your knees apart and stepped back to admire the view. You dug your nails into the lip of the counter to keep yourself from closing your legs.

“I know you’ve been dying to see this,” He grinned and pulled his shirt over his head.

His cock hung out of his pants. It twitched as he tossed his shirt at you. You caught it. It smelled like him. He shoved his pants down without pause and he hardened again. You dropped his shirt and looked away guiltily.

Had you not written this scene a dozen times over?

He was completely naked when you looked again. He came close, his hands on your knees as he knelt before you. You tried to pull your legs together but he held them apart. He shook his head and tutted.

“Just sit back and enjoy,” He licked his lips. “Trust me, it’s better than you could ever imagine.”

Your shock took over completely. You watched as he bowed his head and you felt his hot breath on your thighs. When his tongue met your pussy you gasped. He delved between your folds and swirled around your clit. Your nails went deeper into the wood and your thighs shook. It felt good. It shouldn’t, though.

He buried his face deeper and you watched his golden locks from above. He reached over blindly, his large hand found yours, and he guided it to the back of his head. He held it there a moment before letting go. You clung to him as he hands glided up your thighs and he framed your vee with thumb and index.

You arched your back and moaned. It was your declaration of surrender. You couldn’t resist it any longer. The heat stirred inside of you, the flames licking at your thighs and back. You urged Steve closer though he couldn’t possibly go any deeper.

His hands slipped down to the outside of your thighs. Your legs closed around his head and held him there. He tipped you slightly and you curled around him as he continued to lap. Your breaths mixed with throaty hums and you fell back.

You had one hand still on his head and the other in your hair as you cried out in a mighty climax. He didn’t stop until you were shaking across the counter. When at last his mouth left you, you shivered. A sudden coolness washed over your body. He stood and you looked at him through the haze.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you to your feet. You wavered and he spun you quickly. You caught yourself on the desk and he slapped your ass. “That’s it,” He purred. “You’re getting it now.”

He nudged your shoulder until you were bent entirely over the counter, your toes barely met the floor. He rubbed your ass and pulled your cheeks apart. His cock poked you as his hand slipped lower and he tickled just below your ass. You squirmed and he chuckled.

He felt around and his cock slipped lower as he bent his knees. He dragged his tip along your folds before prodding at your entrance. He shoved his hand between your legs and forced them apart.

He pushed inside and slowly stretched you around him. Your head shot up at the strain. A mix of pain and pleasure as he got deeper and deeper.

You whined as he bottomed out and his hips bucked almost instinctively. He hit your cervix and you cried out. He eased out and pushed back in. He repeated this again and again, his motion careful. Deliberate. He brought his pelvis flush to your ass and groaned.

“Fuck,” He slapped your ass again.

He drew back and slammed into you all at once. All restraint was lost and he thrust mercilessly. His pace was wild. You reached out to grab at the edge of the counter, your hips hitting the other painfully. The spark had caught and you felt the flame about to burst.

Your orgasm was surprising. More agony than pleasure. You whimpered and pushed your head into the counter as you heaved. You could barely breath as Steve never wavered. He fucked until you until your walls ached. Until they turned numb and you were nothing but a mewling fool before him.

He bent over your, his muscled torso against your sweaty back. He rutted atop you frantically. His hips jerked as his grunts deepened. His breath caught and he swore. He lifted himself off you and you felt the warmth spill down your ass and thigh.

You laid breathless as he panted behind you. He rubbed his cum into your skin with two fingers and you shook. You tried to push yourself up from the desk. He caught your hip and shoved you back down.

“Oh, we’re not even close to the finale,” He pinched your ass and you squeaked. “Not to mention the epilogue.”

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Bad Day

Summary: You had a horrible day, but Bucky is there to make it a little better

Warnings: fluff, swearing

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1211

A/N: This piece is for my lovely @kneel-begyourpardon, who had a really bad day few days ago, and I wanted her to feel a little better. But it’s also for all of you, having shitty days. Know that you are not alone, and that Tumblr friends and Bucky are always here for you. This piece is super short, and very probably not good, because I wrote during my 12-hour shift, but bear with me please. Love y’all xx

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You were fuming. You were coming home from work, and all you wanted to do was to bury yourself under tons of blankets and just die. That’s how bad your day was. The only thing you were actually looking forward to was seeing your man, Bucky. He texted you that he got home sooner than you, for the first time in weeks, and was cooking dinner. Your time schedules were usually very different, and for a few weeks, you always only managed to spend a few hours before you passed out in the bed. But he was home now, and the thought made you smile. But then the images of the day resurfaced in your mind, and you were pissed off and sad all over again.

You unlocked the front door, and a lovely smell filled your senses. Bucky was making teriyaki based dish, you weren’t quite sure what yet, and saliva started to gather in your mouth. You could feel your body relaxing already, just by the mere fact that you were home, and that Bucky was back sooner than usual. And to top it all, he was making your favourite food.

“In here, doll,” Bucky yelled from the kitchen, and you followed both the odour and his melodious voice. The sight that welcomed you made you smile. Bucky was already serving the food on the plates, his brows crouched in concentration, and the image was drawn to perfection by him wearing your fluffy pink apron.

“I could get used to this,” you said with a smirk, and he just smiled, and after he was finished with the task at hand, finally looked up. He smiled warmly at you, but his smile quickly faded and was replaced by a worried frown. You could feel him looking deep in your soul, searching for the reason you seem so upset. He knew you too long and could read you too easily, for you to be able to conceal anything from him. For better or for worse. He let go of the food and took 3 long steps to get right in front of you. He cradled your face and looked you deep in the eyes.

“What happened, doll? Who pissed you off?” He was so caring and lovely, and even though you didn’t really feel like crying before, suddenly, there was a lump in your throat. You knew that if you spoke up, the dam with tears would break. So you just shook your head and closed your eyes to regain at least some level of composure.

“Tell me, Y/N! I wanna know whose ass should I kick for making my girl this upset.” You smiled at that, knowing very well that he’d actually go and kill someone for you.

“It was just such a shitty day, you know? “You started and felt that you need to get it all out. “Like, you know how my boss gets in these moods, well, today, he probably had his shittiest yet. I’m the only fucking person who actually does what he or she’s supposed to. Hell, I even do some work for others because I know I’m good at it, and today, that piece of shit just asked me something about an audit we’re supposed to be having in two weeks, but nobody informed me about it. And so he started degrading me in front of the whole floor, pretty much calling me stupid and useless, even though everyone knows it’s not true! And then Miriam, you know the bitch from personal, came in and started telling me how I’m not able to fill out some yellow form properly, and if I’m fucking dumb and stuff, and just... Ugh!” You were full-on crying now, but you didn’t give two damns ’bout that.

“And then I came to my car, and noticed that a guy was getting out of his right next to mine, and his door bumped into mine. So I was like what are you doing, and all that, and he just told me to stop being a bitch and get over it, and I was so close to hitting him, babe, you have no idea! And I just- don’t want to face the world ever again.” You finished your speech, your tears still hot on your cheeks. Bucky was listening to you the whole time, holding you tightly, grounding you, in a sense.

“Well, that sounds like the worst day ever. Is there anything that would help you, baby?” He asked you incredulously, and more tears streamed down your face, and this time, you weren’t sure if you were crying out of frustration from the whole day, or from the sole fact that Bucky was so damn perfect, and always knew how to act around you, even at your worst.

“How about a massage? I haven’t given you one in a long time, and I bet your back and neck are screaming to be touched after such a day. And don’t start and give me cheeky grins, no funny business, young lady, I really mean massage as in massage, no cryptic message here!” You smiled because that was exactly where your mind went instantly.

“That sounds- actually really amazing. Won’t you mind? I don’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with, especially when you were at work as well. Gosh, what kind of girlfriend am I when I didn’t ask you how your day was?” This brought more tears to your eyes, but Bucky shushed you quickly.

“Stop it, Y/N. You are the best girlfriend and human being I’ve ever met, and I want to give you a massage because every other day you’re taking care of me, and now you need me, and I’m going to oblige most happily. I fucking love you, ok? And if you want, you can quit your job first thing tomorrow.”

“I don’t think such drastic measures will be necessary, but thank you. For everything.” You kissed him, and when you wanted to deepen the kiss, Bucky pulled away. “Ahah! I told you no funny business. Now, we eat, I’ll run you a bubble bath and I’ll open the bottle of wine you were so keen on getting the other day, I will even light up some scented candles to make it all relaxing and stuff, and when you’re a mush, I’ll give you the massage of your life, and then we sleep this shitty day away. What do you say, doll?” The tears that were not decorating your face were slowly drying, and there was no other reason for them to float again.

You honestly had the worst day ever, but you realised that no day can be totally shitty if you’re surrounded by people you love, especially someone so special as Bucky. He was your beacon of hope and love, and you were about to make sure just how awesome he truly was. Making you smile on a day like this was a miracle, and he did it with such ease. God, you really did love him so much. He grabbed your hand with a wink, and led you towards the table, with teriyaki rice, tofu and vegetables. The night couldn’t have been better, even if it followed such a horrendous day.

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Everything Has Changed // Zabdiel De Jesús

hey y’all, i’m sorry this took so long to update. dealing with school and now working for a bit, fills my time up but i will try and update as much as i possibly can but enjoy :)

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*RING* *RING* *RING*

You hear your phone ringing, feeling like it had been going on for the millionth time tonight. You open your eyes slowly and notice your room was still dark, indicating that it was the middle of the night. You look towards your nightstand where your phone sat and thankfully, it stops ringing. You decide to lay back down and try to relax, wanting sleep to take over your body. Not even five minutes into laying back down, you hear your phone going off. This time, it wasn’t someone calling your phone, but someone texting you over and over again. You groan and lift up your hands to your face with frustration, all you want to do was sleep and someone wasn't letting you. You sit up and reach over to turn on your lamp on your nightstand next to your bed and reach for your phone. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and look at your phone to see that it was full of missed calls and texts.

23 missed calls from Zabdiel

10 texts from Richard

14 missed calls from Christopher

34 texts from Zabdiel

You groan and look up to read the time on your phone.

3:15 AM

You close your eyes and groan loudly, slightly hoping it wasn't loud enough for the neighbors to hear. All you want to do right now is throw your phone across the room so you could sleep in silence, but now, you were fully awake and irritated. As you were about to unlock your phone to see what was happening, your phone started to ring, someone was calling you. You open your eyes and look down at your phone to see that Richard was calling, you answer the phone with an irritated tone in your voice.

Y/n: Richard, it’s 3 in the FUCKING morning! WHAT THE FUCK is important at this time because I'm trying to FUCKING sleep in peace but I CAN’T. All because of you spamming my phone with texts and calls. So, you better have a good damn excuse or else I'm coming there later today to whoop your ass, I SWEAR.

Richard: Y/n shut the fuck UP! You already know Chris and I wouldn’t be spamming your phone if it wasn’t important. I’m cutting to the chase before you interrupt me because this is urgent, but Zabdiel is out at the bar down the street from your apartment. He called us, inviting Chris and me down there with him, but we said no and asked if he needed a ride back. He started yelling like crazy over the phone. We could tell he’d been there a while because you could here the drunkenness in his voice. We asked him where he was and he said he was at the bar so we went. We got there and tried to take him back to the apartment, but he said wanted you to get him because he only wanted you and that you would be the only one who would understand him. We tried taking him out again and he threw a tantrum and almost started a whole scene at the bar so our last resort is you. We know he’d listen to you and you’ll take care of him, he seems like he’s going through something so if you need anything Chris and I are here, but we’re sitting here with him now and he keeps calling out for you.

Your mind fills with worry and as your silent, you can hear Zabdiel in the background calling out your name and asking Richard if that was you on the phone, Richard whispers a yes to him. You can hear rustling on the other end mixed with shouting, hearing clearly that it had to be Richard and Chris.

Zabdiel: Y- Y/n, I- I- I r- really need y- you right n- now. Rich- chard a- and Chr- is a- are t- t- try- ing to t- take me b- back and I- I don’t w- want to. I n- need y- you right n- now Y/n. P- po- por f- fa- favor amor.

You could hear the drunkenness in Zabdiel’s voice, but it was also mixed with sadness. Without hesitation, you got out of bed and walked to your closet to grab a light sweater. You were dressed in grey shorts and one of Zabdiel’s shirts that he left at your place. You forgot that you were still on the phone and talked back to Zabdiel on the other end while you walk out to the kitchen to grab your keys and wallet.

Y/n: I’m on my way Zab okay? Please don’t do anything stupid or start anything because you’re not thinking straight right now. I’m coming okay? I’m here. Give the phone to Richard or Chris so I could let them know okay? I’m coming, don’t worry.

You could hear Zabdiel sighing and rustling, knowing he was handing the phone over to either Richard or Chris. You were now outside your apartment door, locking it as quick as you could and speed walk to the stairs. You open the door to the stairs and made your way down to the ground floor of your apartment complex. You heard Chris’ voice on the other end right when you opened the door to the lobby.

Chris: Hello? Y/n? Are you still there?

Y/n: Hey Chris, I’m heading to my car right now and I'll be there in five to ten minutes. Try and keep Zabdiel away from alcohol right now, don’t let him drink anymore. I can tell something’s definitely wrong with him so I'll take him for the night, you and Rich can head back to your place once I get there. I’ll see you all in a bit.

Before Chris could answer you back, you hang up the phone. You were now walking to your car door. Unlocking the car, you hopped into the driver’s seat and turned your car on. You fasten your seatbelt and start to back out of your parking space, not even letting your car warm up. You could sense something was definitely wrong with Zabdiel. You didn’t know how bad he was hurting or if he was hurting at all. Zabdiel drinks but being on the phone with him, you could tell he had way more than enough and you were now in panic mode.

Once you back out of your parking space, you made your way out of the parking garage and straight to the bar down the street from your place. It wasn’t long until you were pulling into the parking lot of the bar. You took the first parking space you see and park your car there. Trying to rush to get inside, you turn off your car as quick as you could and got out. You look around and notice Richard’s car parked a couple of cars down from yours, confirming they were definitely here. You slam your car door and lock it, with your keys, wallet, and phone in hand. As you walk towards the entrance of the bar, you look down at your phone seeing it was now fifteen minutes to four in the morning and you mentally groan knowing you weren’t going to be able to sleep anymore since the day was almost starting. You reach the bar door and open it, making your way inside. The doors close behind you and you scan the bar, looking for Zabdiel, Richard and Chris.

The smell of alcohol, along with the smell of food being made fills your system. You look to your right and there laid high tables filled with groups of people laughing, having a great time and talking to each other while downing alcohol together. To your left were pool tables laid out for people to play. The lights dangling down from the ceiling illuminating the pool table while people played made you want to stay and play, but you knew you were here for one person and so you look to the middle of the bar. There were tables spread out within the floor with the bar taking up the whole back area behind the tables. You scan the bar for the three boys you were looking for and to no avail, you spotted them sitting at the bar. The last 3 bar stools on the right being taken by Richard, Chris and to no surprise, Zabdiel. From where you were standing, you could see Zabdiel’s drunk state and the two boys trying to comfort him. You made your way over to the boys and Richard had seen you make your way towards them. He nudges Chris and he caught eyes with you while you smiled weakly, tiredness still shown on your face. Chris shook Zabdiel’s arm indicating to him that you were here. Zabdiel was emotional without alcohol and as you grew closer and closer to the lot, you could see the shot glasses lined up one after another. You looked at the boys and they gave you sympathetic looks and then looked at Zabdiel, you knew you’d be in for an emotional roller coaster of a night.

You finally made it to Zabdiel and the boys, you set your hand on Zabdiel’s shoulder and he jumped away from you with an angry and hurtful expression on his face, something you didn’t expect at all. When he realizes it is you, he looks at you for a few seconds and goes wide-eyed. He made his way past you and heads towards what you thought was the bathroom and once he was gone, you turned to the boys with a mixed expression on your face.

“What the fuck? What the fuck happened to him? I’ve never seen him do that to me before, let alone make that face to me.” You say to Chris and Richard, your voice filled with curiosity, anger, and sadness while you try to wrap your mind on how Zabdiel was acting.

“We don’t know. He won’t tell us anything at all. We even tried to talk to him, but every time we did, he would yell and go on and on about how we don’t understand. At the end of every time we tried to talk to him, he always asked for you and we’ve been sitting here for over 3 hours. 3 FUCKING HOURS UGH! We’re sorry to wake you up, but we need you and as you can tell, he definitely needs you too.” Chris says to you and as he finishes talking, Zabdiel reappears behind you and comes around to sit on his original seat at the end of the bar, his head in his hands and you stand at the end of the bar.

You examine his drunken state and try to figure out how drunk he was. You rub Zabdiel’s back and you could tell he was tired, but also broken. The four of you stayed at the bar for another fifteen minutes when Chris and Richard started to get their stuff together and you did the same, helping Zabdiel up. Once you were all situated, the boys paid for Zabdiel without him knowing and once that was taken cared of, you and the boys made your way towards the exit to get into your cars. You unlock your car and Richard opens the door as you help Zabdiel into the passenger seat and buckle him in since he couldn’t do it himself. You close the door and see Richard and Chris behind you. You walk to give them both a hug, you hug Chris first and he thanks you for taking in Zabdiel to take care of him and walks to Richard’s car, hopping into the passenger seat and closes the door. Next is Richard and he gives you a bear hug, holding you for a bit. Something you need right now knowing you’d be in for a long and draining night and day ahead of you.

“I know you’re not feeling the same since that night Y/n and I know tonight will be hard. I just want to remind you that I’m here for you hermana and I always will be. If you need anything at all, call or text me and I’ll be there okay? Remember, you’re not alone and you have me and three other of those dorks you also call brothers but seriously, we love you and we’re all just a phone call and text away.” Richard says as he breaks apart from the hug and kisses you on the forehead. You smile and thank Richard as you make your way to the driver’s side door. Richard hops in the car and starts it. Before you hop inside your car, Richard is already pulling out of the parking lot and as he makes his way out, he and Chris wave goodbye to you and you do the same. You open your car door and sit down, as you close the door, you see Zabdiel knocks out and you laugh but slowly remembering it was almost daylight and he was drunk. You turn on the car and leave the bar, making your way towards your apartment, mentally and physically preparing what was in store for you when you both got there and what would happen once Zabdiel sobered up.

You and Zabdiel arrive back to your apartment garage and you park your car. You looked to Zabdiel in the passenger seat and give him a weak smile. Knowing that he wasn’t looking at you, you took in his features that you loved so much. His eyebrows were furrowed as stirs a bit in his sleep, you looked towards his lips wishing that one day you would be able to feel them against yours. One day. Your weak smile falling slowly from your face reminding you that one day will never come. Your mind went into deep thought as you remember the night that you and Zabdiel were on your couch. Zabdiel was asleep and you were awake, you remember the past events and what you told yourself.

“Maybe we were never meant to be.”

Those seven words repeating itself in the back of your mind. That night was merely three weeks ago and from that point until now, you were okay, but also not okay. You still couldn’t accept the fact that Zabdiel is in love with someone who broke his heart over and over again and he was okay with it. The past three weeks were just days and nights passing you by like it was nothing. You woke up and wanted the day to be over because you didn’t want to feel or deal with your feelings anymore. You felt numb and hurt 24/7 and the feeling never went away. When night came, it was the only time you were happy, but only for a brief moment because it meant you were able to sleep and not be able to feel anything you were feeling when you were awake. You want to be happy and you want to be happy with someone you love, and for that, someone love you back the way you loved them, but you knew that it would never happen. The person you love is sitting next to you, but he loves someone else who didn’t deserve his heart of pure love. It was a constant reminder that his heart belongs to someone else and that person wasn’t you. Zabdiel loves you, but in a way, best friends love each other and you love him in that way as well, but you knew you wanted more and that was never going to happen as long as he was with Gwen. Your mind awakens from its deep thoughts as you hear Zabdiel move around the passenger seat of your car, waking up in his drunken state. You grab your phone and open your messages to text Richard.

Y/n: Hey Rich, I just wanted to let you know Zabdiel and I made it home safe, I hope you did too. I just parked my car and I’m going to bring Zabdiel upstairs to try and see what happened tonight, once I find out what went down, I’ll let you know.

You lock your phone and look towards Zabdiel who was already looking at you. He groans feeling the pain of a headache coming to him and you laugh at him.

“Well good morning to you sleepyhead, how are you feeling?” You ask him with a teasing tone in your voice and he groans while you laugh a bit more at him.

You gather your things and open your door to get out of your car. You close your car door and walk to the passenger side door hold it open for him. You look down at him as he holds his head in his hands.

“C’mon, get up. All you have to do is walk up to my apartment and you can settle down there for the time being. I’ll help you up, don’t worry. You can explain to me whatever caused you to be this way tomorrow.” You reassure him as you reach your hand out for him to take and he did.

You help him out and place him on the side of the door behind the passenger side so you could close his door. Once you close the door, you grab Zabdiel’s arm and throw it over your shoulder so he could have support as you both made your way to your apartment. You make sure you lock your car and you both make your way to the lobby of your apartment. You get to the front of your apartment building and try opening the door, struggling because you were holding Zabdiel up. Luckily, someone had seen you both and opened up the door for you. You make your way in first with Zabdiel trailing close behind as you thank the person who held the door open for the both of you. You both make your way to the elevator and press the up button. As you both wait for the elevator to arrive, you look at Zabdiel and begin to admire him again. It wasn’t a moment later that the elevator bell rang letting you know the elevator arrives and you felt Zabdiel’s body shudder at the sound of the bell. You chuckle as you bring him into the elevator pressing your floor number and watch the doors close. You take the time to realize how much you carried Zabdiel, proud that you haven’t collapsed yet. You hear the elevator bell ring again indicating that you arrived on your floor and you felt Zabdiel shudder again.

“FUCK! That alarm is too loud, MAKE IT STOP!” He exclaims and you laugh loudly at him as you guide him out of the elevator and towards your apartment.

You both walk down the hallways making sure Zabdiel didn’t make a lot of noise to wake your neighbors. You grab your key to unlock your apartment door and bring Zabdiel in before you turn around and close the door, locking it and putting your keys on the counter. You turn around and see Zabdiel leaning on the wall of your hallway by the door and chuckle. You walk over to him and grab his arm again walking him to your room and sit him down on your bed where instead of sitting up, he falls back and groans while he drags his hands across his face and you laugh at him. You walk to your closet and grab a pair of Zabdiel’s shorts and t-shirts he’s left at your place before, he always kept spare clothes here in case he needed them and also because you love wearing his clothes and asked him to leave some so you could wear it when he was gone. You walk back out and throw the clothes at Zabdiel while he was laid out across your bed.

“Change into these and leave your clothes on the floor, I’ll go and wash them with mine tonight. I don’t know what happened tonight but as I said, I won’t bother you about it tonight but when tomorrow comes, I expect to hear what happened Zab. I don’t like seeing you like this, this isn’t the Zabdiel I know. Remember if you need anything, I’ll be outside getting the couch ready. You can sleep in here tonight and I’ll take the couch.” You say to him as you walked towards your door.

You had to create boundaries not only for him but for you. He has a girlfriend now and that meant setting boundaries between the two of you which you hated because all you wanted to do was cuddle with Zabdiel and help him feel better, but you knew you couldn’t now. He now had someone else who can do that for him. Before you were able to walk out, you felt a hand grasp yours. You didn’t notice Zabdiel had gotten up from his spot and you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you as he rubbed his thumb across the top of your hand. You turn around and looked up to Zabdiel, both of you catching and staring into each other's eyes. It lasts for about a couple of seconds before Zabdiel starts talking.

“Y/n, you don’t have to take the couch. This is your home, I should be the one taking the couch, not you. I know you and you’ll protest against me so why don’t we both just sleep in here like we always do? There’s nothing wrong or different now than it was before. We’re best friends first before anything. As I said, I may have a girlfriend, but that doesn’t change anything between us. You mean too much to me for our relationship to change just because someone new comes into my life. You know I love you and I will always be here for you. You’re stuck with me and it’ll be you and me until the end of time.” Zabdiel says as he looks down at you and hugs you. You melt into his arms as the two of you stand there, holding each other in silence.

“By the way, thank you for taking care of me. I know I kept asking for you, I wanted to say that I’m sorry I bothered and dragged you out of your house in the middle of the night. It means a lot to me that you’re here Y/n.” Zabdiel said to you, him still holding you in his arms and you want to cry to let out all of the feelings you had building up inside of you, but you couldn’t.

You let go of Zabdiel and gave him a weak smile. You leave your room to give him privacy to change out of his clothes. You walk towards your kitchen and stood by your counter, not realizing tears had escaped your eyes until a couple hit your kitchen counter. You hate this feeling of how Zabdiel knew the right words to say to you for you to fall in love with him more and harder than you did before if that was even possible. You lean on your counter and let the tears flow out, making sure you weren’t making noise to alarm Zabdiel. You didn’t want him to question you because you knew that you would make up an excuse and he would be able to see through your lie. Your phone started vibrating, catching your attention. You grab a paper towel to wipe off the tears on your face and grabbed your phone off the counter. You look and see you had missed calls from Chris and Richard.

12 missed calls from Richard

7 missed calls from Chris

3 text messages from Chris

5 text messages from Richard

You open Richard’s text messages first before you opened Chris’.

Richard: Hey Y/n, we made it home safely and just wanted to let you know

Richard: Also, thank you again for taking care of Zabdiel tonight. It means a lot to us

Richard: If we find out anything about what happened tonight, I’ll let you know

Richard: So, we just found out what happened and you might want to check it out. It’s all over social media

Richard: I know this is the last thing you want to be dealing with right now. You’ve been through hell these past weeks and this is the last thing you want to hear right now, but just talk to him. We know you’re the only one that could get everything out of him. If you need anything, text or call me and I'll be here for you, buenas noches hermana

A sick feeling starts to arise in the pit of your stomach. You had a feeling of what happened tonight and you didn’t want to deal with it. You sigh, put your phone back down on your counter and walk towards your room. You open up your room door and see Zabdiel fast asleep with his clothes thrown on the floor. You sigh and grab his clothes as quietly as you could, trying not to wake him up in the process. As you walk in and pick up his clothes, you hear Zabdiel stir in your bed and look towards him. He stops and opens his eyes slowly, you take that to get out of your room as quickly, but quietly as you possibly could.

You open the door and before you close it, you hear Zabdiel’s voice calling out your name. Before you realize it, you close the door and rush down towards the kitchen as fast as you could. With Zabdiel’s clothes still in your hand, you grab your phone off the counter and walk towards the laundry room where you start washing your clothes that needed to be washed, along with Zabdiel’s. Once you finish putting them in the wash, you lean on your washer staring down at your phone. You were tempted to see what happened to Zabdiel tonight and what events lead to him ending up in a bar drunk. Your inner thoughts fight each other for a couple of minutes and in the end, temptation gets the best of you. You pick up your phone and go on twitter to see what Richard was talking about. It took some time but you finally found what you were looking for, the headlines not shocking you anymore.

“Zabdiel and Gwen: Trouble In Paradise? Are They Over?”

You look through tweets to see what people were saying and soon enough, you came to an article and decided to read it.

“Zabdiel De Jesús of the Latin band, CNCO, was seen earlier tonight outside of a bar in downtown Miami with his not so ex-girlfriend anymore, Gwen Garcia Leets, or has she become his ex-girlfriend again? These two have been on and off in the past but more recently have gotten back together and have been cozier than ever and have been doing well, or so we thought. Earlier tonight, De Jesús and Leets were seen outside a bar in downtown Miami and seem to be arguing. We don’t know what, but, people who were at the bar and bypassers have said that it had to be something serious and that De Jesús became emotional. As the couple kept arguing, not long later, Leets was seen getting into an uber, leaving De Jesús trying to convince Leets to stay, but in the end, she left. De Jesús went back into the bar where a couple of hours later, De Jesús’ bandmates, Richard Camacho and Christopher Velez Muñoz, made their way into the bar. From that point, we don’t know what happened inside, but a couple more hours later, we see De Jesús’ close friend, Y/N Y/L/N, coming into the bar as well. Not long later, The four are seen leaving the bar, heading to their cars. We have been told that De Jesús had been heavily intoxicated thus the reason why his friends came to rescue him. What will be in store for Zabdiel and Gwen? Are they still together? Or have they broken it off again? Hopefully, we all find out soon. We also hope Zabdiel and Gwen are okay.”

You put your phone face down on top of your washer and that’s when everything now clicked for you on why Zabdiel was the was he was last night and it made your heartache for him more now than ever. You hate seeing Zabdiel hurt and in pain, especially by someone he gave his whole heart to, who kept breaking it over and over again. It made you question, why did he choose her? Why out of all people, her? What was special about her that always had him running back? What did she have that you didn’t? The last question you asked yourself lingered in your mind. What did Gwen really have that you lacked of? That question always tore you apart and has been tearing you apart since the day you figured out your feelings for Zabdiel, especially when you would see him go through the pain Gwen put him in for him to go running back to her. You turned your phone over again and skimmed over the article once more, a word caught your throat and tears threatened to spill out of your eyes.

couple.

That word alone made you cringe when you thought of Zabdiel and Gwen’s relationship. To you and people who could see through the bullshit, that word didn’t describe them for their relationship. Couples went through trials and obstacles, no relationship is perfect. Couples know where they need to improve and learn from their mistakes to not make them again, but Zabdiel and Gwen’s relationship was far from that. Yes, at times they’re happy and in their own world, but that was temporary. Those moments slipped away once they got into a fight, Gwen causing most of them from what you heard from the boys and the countless times Zabdiel came to your home a crying mess while he poured his heart out to you on your couch. The word you found for their relationship was toxic. More toxic for Zabdiel than anyone and it made your heart hurt not only for him but, mostly for you.

Zabdiel’s relationship with Gwen affects you so much that you were now just realizing how bad it affects you not only mentally, but physically as well. It made you think about yourself and who you were to Zabdiel. What was different about you? And what was different about Gwen? You couldn’t figure it out and the only person who knew the answer was Zabdiel. You look down at your phone and see it is past six o’clock in the morning and you groan. Many thoughts going around in your head and you didn’t know you had the energy to stay up for the rest of the day to deal with Zabdiel’s situation. Before you could think about it more, you turn to see Zabdiel standing in the doorway of your laundry room. He was barely awake and you could tell he was still drunk but not as bad as before. You look towards him and give him a weak smile looking back down at your washer. You were glad that tears weren’t spilling out of your eyes, you didn’t know what you’d do if that was to happen or how you’d get out of it. You continue to stare down at your washer when you heard Zabdiel shuffle himself towards you and soon enough, you could feel his arms enclose around your figure from behind.

You feel his head on your shoulder as he lays his arms loose around your body. You thought of how you two fit together like a puzzle piece whether it be as friends or when you guys held each other. You felt it, but Zabdiel didn’t and it hurt you, more now than ever. You both stay like this for a bit until Zabdiel broke the silence that had taken over the two of you.

“Amor, are you okay? It’s too early in the morning to do things right now. I know you’re helping me, but you need your rest too. I woke up and you weren’t there, it worried me Y/n. Come to bed and get some rest. When we wake up, you can do this and I’ll try to help you with whatever you need to, thank you for helping take care of me tonight. I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you Y/n and I truly mean it.” You turn around and look up to the man you had fallen in love with and it took all the strength you had in me to not break down in front of Zabdiel.

Your somewhat glassy eyes catch his sleepy eyes and you give him a weak smile. You hug him with your arms around his waist and your head on his chest while his arms were around your shoulders and his head was on top of yours. The two of you stood there for what felt like forever and as you both held each other, your mind was going a million miles a minute with all the thoughts hitting you from every direction. With the events that happened tonight to the real reason why Zabdiel was the way he was to Zabdiel’s words hitting you a different way, it was too much to deal with and all you wanted to do was go to sleep so you wouldn’t have to deal with those thoughts anymore. You lift your head from his chest to look at him, he looks down and gave you a sleepy smile. Your eyes connect and you both look at each other, you could feel it in you of how much you want to grab Zabdiel and kiss him right there. You want to say fuck it all and let your emotions out, to lay it out on the table to Zabdiel, but you knew deep down you couldn’t. You didn’t have it in your heart to lay it out on the table. Zabdiel had been through enough within the past couple of hours and with this, you knew it he wouldn’t be in the right headspace. You also knew that he wouldn’t ever feel the way he feels about Gwen with you.

In moments like these, where you were in your vulnerable state, you had to put it through your head that it wasn’t going to happen. You were best friends and only best friends, your heart and mind had to accept that, but more importantly, you had to accept that the fate of you and Zabdiel was only going to be friends and nothing more. You both unravel your arms from each other’s bodies and Zabdiel grabbed both your hands. He looks down at you as you looked down at your feet, feeling his eyes on you. You look up towards him and just stared into his eyes, getting lost in them. You took your left hand and place your palm on his cheek, Zabdiel leaning his head into your palm. You caress your thumb on his cheek and stared at Zabdiel, taking in everything you loved about him. The way his skin felt against your palms, how you feel the electricity coursing through your veins every time your skin touches his, and how every time you’re near Zabdiel, your heart goes a thousand miles a minute. You take in all of the things he didn’t like about himself or his flaws and love them even more. You brought your forehead to his and closed your eyes, taking in the moment you two were sharing, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Zabdiel would take matters into his own hands. You want him to make the first move, you want Zabdiel to close the distance between the two of you, you want him to finally be yours.

You open your eyes and you were immediately met with Zabdiel’s, your foreheads still pressed against each other. You both stood there for a moment, you hoping he’d do something, anything at this point. To your disappointment, Zabdiel lifts his forehead away from yours and hands still intertwined with each other’s, he plays with your fingers. You didn’t know what to do anymore and at this point, were too drained to do anything about it until Zabdiel breaks the silence between the two of you.

“Amor, let’s go to bed. I’ll take care of this now, go make your way to your room and do what you need to do to get ready for bed. It’s the least I could after everything you’ve done for me tonight.” Zabdiel gave you a smile as you stay silent and looked up to him, you nod your head.

You were not only mentally, but also physically drained to fight anymore. He let go of your hands and instead put both of his hands around the back of your neck, the palms of his hands holding your cheeks while taking both of his thumbs and caressing the apples of your cheeks. You look at Zabdiel again and stayed still, afraid to make any sudden movements. Zabdiel closes the gap between both of you and brought his lips to your forehead, letting it linger longer than usual. You closed your eyes and savor the moment between the both of you, his lips left your forehead and he nudges you to go make your way out to get ready for bed and you didn’t protest against him. You walk out of your laundry room and heard Zabdiel doing what he said he would do.

You make your way towards your bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you. You placed both of your hands on your sink and looked up to be met with your reflection. Your face almost familiar, dark circles under your eyes that held tiredness in them as well. You could see that your eyes were puffy and a tint of red, but not as bad, still going unnoticeable. You were already in your pajamas and all you needed to do was fix yourself up. You decide to wash your face with cold water, hoping it would calm our nerves and thoughts down. Once you were done you wiped your face dry and fixed your hair for bed, you turned off the light in the bathroom and made your way out and towards your room. You didn’t take long and as you opened the door to your bedroom, you stopped and was able to hear Zabdiel doing the laundry and it made you smile a bit, you thought it was cute. You look inside your room that was dark when you last were in it, now illuminated with the sunlight shining through your windows and you sighed knowing you’d most likely way up in the afternoon. You walk towards your bed and collapse on top of it, feeling tiredness hit you like a train. You snuggle up in your bed and was about to check the time when you forgot you left your phone in the laundry room. You want to get up and get it, but you were too comfortable to get up and you also didn’t want to deal with Zabdiel because you thought about the moments the two of you shared in your laundry room. You close your eyes, slowly letting sleep take over you after an exhausting and eventful night.

Not long later, you heard shuffling in your room, indicating Zabdiel’s presence as you were half asleep and too lazy to open your eyes, you stayed in the position you were while you still let sleep take over you. You could feel Zabdiel in front of you and put something on your bedside table, guessing it was probably his phone and not a moment later, you felt the bed dip next to you, indicating Zabdiel was laying down in your bed. You felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and you felt warmer than you did before. Zabdiel snuggled himself into you from behind and though your eyes were closed and you were half asleep, you could feel Zabdiel’s eyes on you. Not too long later, you felt Zabdiel’s lips kiss your temple and he snuggles into your neck, getting himself comfortable.

“Te amo siempre, Y/n.” Zabdiel whispers softly in your ear, thinking you were fully asleep, but you heard every word. Now you were a bit more awake than before and your heart was beating fast.

Te amo siempre.

Hearing those three words coming out of Zabdiel’s mouth made your heart warm, but broke it even more. You love Zabdiel and always would. He is your best friend, someone you would and could come to for anything and everything and he would be there for you, someone you could run to when you were sad and needed someone to talk to or someone who you needed in general, someone who was always there for you and knew you for who you were, inside and out, someone who you loved unconditionally and that is where your heart broke to pieces, more and more as the days went by. You love Zabdiel more than a friend and it made your heartbreak because you knew that your relationship with Zabdiel would never go beyond the two of you being friends. You knew that you two would always stay and remain friends and as you grew up, he would eventually settle for a beautiful woman and they’d eventually get engaged, become husband and wife, have kids and grow/have a life together, eventually growing old and you knew the woman that captured Zabdiel’s heart in that way, would never be you and it broke your heart every time your mind reminded your heart of it.

A few tears escape your eyes and you wipe them away before it could slip down your eyes or before it led to you having a mental breakdown. You close your eyes trying to slowly fall back asleep wanting sleep to takeover you again to escape the pain your heartfelt. Your heart was doing okay for that past couple weeks and after tonight, it broke back into pieces as the night progressed until now, your heart was shattered if that was even possible after all that it had been through. With all the thoughts and emotions going through your head and coursing through your veins, you finally let sleep take over your body, finally feeling the peace you craved, the warmth of your bed warming you up and then you remember, you were wrapped in Zabdiel’s arms and you knew that it was wrong because he had a “girlfriend” and though he said it changes nothing, it changes everything for you, but you didn’t fight against it and let sleep consume you, your thoughts and feelings fully.

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

The sunlight against your skin felt warm and inviting but something else was making you feel more warmth than usual. You open your eyes, being met with the sunlight illuminating your room. You knew it was well past the morning seeing as how you didn’t fall asleep until after 6 and by how the sun was out, it was early in the afternoon. You try to move, but feel the weight over you and look over your shoulder to a sleeping Zabdiel cuddled up into your back, you give a sleepy smile towards him and turn back to your bedside table to grab yourself phone. You look at the lock screen and see the time.

2:30 PM

You set your phone down and groan, knowing your sleeping schedule would be fucked up but last night was the most you had slept in awhile, ever since the incident, you couldn’t sleep well since. The past weeks were hell for you but sleeping in the same bed as Zabdiel helped you out a lot and it hurt you, knowing that he was your weakness and the only person who could make you better but at the same time, hurt you the most. The memory of what happened last night and why Zabdiel was here hit you and you felt more energy drain from your body knowing that once Zabdiel woke up, you had to get to the bottom of the situation not only for him but for you because you had to make sure he was okay. You decide to get out of bed but Zabdiel’s arms were wrapped around you, you slowly lifted his arms and put it to his side and slipped out of bed slowly. You look down to him and he stirs a bit until he grabs the pillow your head was laying on and cuddled into it and you smiled down to him. You open the door to your room and slip out silently making your way to your kitchen to make food for you and Zabdiel.

As you look in your fridge and pull out ingredients to make “breakfast” for you and Zabdiel, you miss the warmth of Zabdiel’s arms around your body. You miss his touch and the way his hands fit perfectly on the curve of your waist when he hugs you from behind or how his head fits perfectly on your shoulder when he would be nosy and see what you’d be doing. You push those feelings and thoughts away, not wanting to dwell on the past and things you wish would happen on a daily basis with the person you called yours instead of your best friend. Not long later, you were almost finished making breakfast when you heard a door open, letting you know Zabdiel had finally woken up. You tense up from knowing you had to confront Zabdiel about last night and having to deal with controlling your feelings wasn’t helping you either. Zabdiel close your room door and walked down the hallway to find you in your kitchen cooking breakfast though it was past 3 in the afternoon. He looks at you and at an instant had a feeling something was off as though he could feel it from afar. You continue to make breakfast when you felt Zabdiel looking at you from where he was standing and instantly, you heard shuffling and knew Zabdiel was coming towards you. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt warmth found your body. The warmth came from Zabdiel snaking his arms around you from behind, holding you in his arms letting you know he was there for you. He continues to hold you as you stayed at the stove finishing up whatever you had left to cook, you love the warmth Zabdiel gave you. You would miss this. You would miss him holding you when you would need it and when you didn’t. Zabdiel was still holding you, his head on top of yours the both of you silent, not wanting to say one word because you didn’t know what to say and neither did he. You finished making breakfast for you and Zabdiel and you had to move everything to your small dining room table, but you weren’t able to due to Zabdiel still holding you in his arms.

“Zabdielllll, I need to put this food out so you and I can eat because I’m hungry and I know you are too. Can you let go of me please so I can do that? By the way, you still need to explain to me what happened last night and why I had to be your knight in shining armor instead of sleeping the night away,” you say to Zabdiel as you felt him groan while his arms around you were squeezing your figure a bit tighter than before.

You felt Zabdiel’s arms slowly unwrap themselves around you and though you felt bad about bringing up the situation, it was bound to be talked about sooner or later. You already felt drained and wanted to talk it out with Zabdiel before you didn’t have the mental capacity to anymore. You brought the food over to your small dining room table where you found Zabdiel sitting down in one of the four chairs that were there. You walk back to bring more of the food when you heard Zabdiel get up from his place and walk towards where you were. You continue to grab what was left to bring to the table and looked up when you heard your cabinets opening. You look at Zabdiel who was grabbing plates along with utensils and cups for the both of you and as you continue to look at him, he caught you looking at him and all you could do was smile to him since you couldn’t form a sentence to come out of your mouth. Once he was done, you both made your way back to the table and as you laid out the rest of the food, he set up both of your plates and utensils out on the table. You smile at him and he pulls out the chair that was directly across from where he was sitting and looks towards you. You laugh and walk towards him to sit down, he pushed the chair in and went back to where he was sitting earlier. Before he could sit down, he stops and walked back to the kitchen. You had a confusing look on your face, but when you heard Zabdiel walk back to the table, you see that he has orange and apple juice in his hands.

“I know you like your apple juice in the morning so I went to grab it for you and orange juice for me.” You thank him and smile at him as he sat back down in his seat.

You gesture for him to start grabbing things to put on his plate to eat since he needed it more than you because he was drinking last night. You could tell he recovers quickly by the way he is acting and how he carries himself. You still smile at the small things Zabdiel remembers about you and it made you feel special, but that thought and feeling soon went away reminding you of why he was here in the first place. Your smile fades slowly and you look up to see Zabdiel eating across from you, you sigh softly not ready to bring up the subject but you knew it had to be brought up. As you were grabbing food to put on your plate, you cleared your throat not ready for what has yet to come out of your mouth or what Zabdiel would say toy you.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened last night? And why Richard and Chris called me to come to the bar where I found you drunk off your ass not wanting to go back with them, but with me? What’s going on Zabdiel? What are you not telling me? It’s obvious that something's wrong and it’s bad because they wouldn’t have called me if it was serious to a point where it’s only me who could get you out of there. Talk to me Zabdiel, please because last night, it pained me that you were the way you were and I didn’t know why. I can’t help you if you don’t let me in to help you.” You ask and tell him with a pleading voice.

You can see Zabdiel’s mood had changed just by looking at him. He kept silent, not answering what you had asked and said to him and you being you, continued to grab your food to put on your plate. You were done and at this point, Zabdiel kept eating and stays quiet, hoping you’d change the subject but you wouldn’t budge. You pour yourself a glass of apple juice and settle down to start eating, looking towards Zabdiel to see if he was going to say anything. When he continues to eat and nothing came out of his mouth, you let out a sigh, grabbing your plate and drink, you stand up. Zabdiel looked at you and you just looked at him, hoping he would say something. Anything at this point and when he didn’t, you shook your head and headed toward your room with your plate and drink in hand.

Zabdiel was stunned when you stood up and walked away from him. He put his fork down and sighed while the palms of his hands rubbed over his face. He knew you were going to ask him what happened last night and why he was in the state he was in last night. Last night was a whirlwind of emotions and he was hurt, but what hurt him most was that you were hurt and he was the person who caused you to be that way. It’s the last thing he wanted to do and he contemplated either give you space and leave or go to you and explain it all. He continues to finish his food while he thought of what to do and once he was finished, he cleaned up his plate and put it in the sink. Not long after, he cleaned up the table and put whatever was left away in the fridge. Once he was done, he decided that he would go and talk to you because if he left, it would leave you both on a bad note and he didn’t want that. He made his way to your bedroom hoping you would hear him out.

You were tired of feeling this way, the past couple of weeks you were away from Zabdiel were hard, but you were learning to live without him always with you. You were learning to be your own person without always depending on Zabdiel to be there for you because now he had someone else do that for and it wasn't you. You had to repeat this in your mind over and over again, changing your routine wasn’t a thing for you. You love the way things are or now, was because the biggest part that was going to change was having Zabdiel and he wasn’t yours to have to yourself. You thought about if Zabdiel would open up to you as you sat on your bed and ate your food while you watched “The Office” on your TV. You heard a knock on your door and look up to see Zabdiel standing there with a somewhat worried look on his face. You look back to the TV, continuing to watch it while Zabdiel kept standing there not moving an inch inside your room.

“Well, are you coming in or not? Are you going to finally talk to me? I thought we were best friends and we didn’t keep anything from each other? You know I’m only this way because I care about you and since you have a history with Gwen, you can’t blame me for getting on you about this. I remember when you came here and you cry your eyes out while you poured your heart out to me about her. It hurts me to see you hurt Zabdiel. I just want to make sure you’re okay because I love you… and you’re my best friend. It’s what best friends do, be there for each other.” As you stop speaking, you felt the bed dip next to you letting you know Zabdiel had moved from standing by your door to next to you on your bed.

You held the tears that were trying to escape your eyes, the words you had just said repeating in your head.

“I love you… and you’re my best friend.”

You had to repeat it over and over again because it was true. You did love Zabdiel, but he didn’t love you the same way you love him. He did love you, but in the way of a best friend and it would forever be that way between the both of you. You sniffle softly trying to let it go unnoticed by Zabdiel but he heard you and at an instinct, he wraps his arms around you hugging and squeezing you as much as he could, but still left room for you to be able to breathe. You reciprocate the hug, holding onto Zabdiel like he’d slip through your fingers and disappear if you’d let him go. He rubs your back and that’s when the tears that you kept in your for so long finally spilled out.

“Lo siento amor. Lo siento. I didn’t mean to hurt you at all. I know you care about me and you know I care about you. I’d be the same way with you if you were the one in my position so I understand. Last night brought back so many bad memories and my mind went into overdrive. The thing about our argument, it was over you Y/n.” You went limp in Zabdiel’s arms and couldn’t find any words to say. Zabdiel let go of you and you wipe the tears off of your face wondering why they were fighting over you, out of all people, why you? You stay still sitting on the edge of your bed, your head hanging low while you played with your nails. You sigh wondering if you wanted to hear the answer to your question you asked in your head, but you had to know.

“W-why did you g-guys f-f-fight about me?” You ask Zabdiel while you stutter out the question, not ready for what Zabdiel would say next. Zabdiel laughs while he looked at you and he instantly regrets it when he saw that our face is etched with concern along with a couple of stray tears coming down your face. He immediately wipes the tears off of your face and took your hands in his.

“Gwen got mad or jealous, i don’t know which one, about how you and i spend a lot of time together. She kept going on and on about it and how she thought you would take me away from her. I got mad because i told her over and over again the whole time we were arguing that she had nothing to worry about at all and that at the end of the day, she has to get used to you being around and in my life. You are and always will be my best friend. You are one of the special people in my life and want nothing but the best for me and for me to be happy. I told her just because I have her in my life and am in a relationship with her, it doesn’t change my relationship and friendship with you. You’ve been there from the very beginning before Gwen came along, nothing changes with us from here on out Y/n. Once I told her that, she called an uber and did what she does, she ran and left me. That’s why I got emotional and I kept telling her not to leave, that nothing would change. At the end of the day, she’s my girlfriend, I come home to her and I’m with her. You are my best friend and you always will be, again, nothing changes from here on out. I promise on my life Y/n, no one could ever replace you, though I have Gwen, you will always be by my side. Since she left the bar last night, we haven’t spoken or talked since. She still has yet to reach out to me and me with her.” You look up at Zabdiel and were met with his eyes already fixated on you, his eyes glossy.

You brought him into a hug and held onto him for dear life, nothing would replace him in your life and you knew that for sure. Your heart was still broken, but you had Zabdiel in your life and that was better than not having him in your life at all. You rub his back and that’s when Zabdiel broke down in your arms. Something that hasn’t happened in a long time and that was when you knew for sure that Gwen has been and always will be, a big part of Zabdiel’s life and nothing was going to change how he felt for her. She had his heart in the way you wanted to have his, but you knew from this point on for sure that it would never get to that point. The way he and his heart loves you was in a friendly way and it would always be that way for as long as you were in Zabdiel’s life. You let go of Zabdiel and wipe his tears off of his face, something that he was doing for you not that long ago. Zabdiel hesitates to talk, but he had to let it out before he explodes.

“Y/n, I love her so much. Though we have our falling outs and fights, she is one of the only other people that get me. When Gwen and I broke up, I was devastated and heartbroken, as you know. Yes, I know she hurt me, but Y/n, no matter how much she hurts me, I think I would still and always love her. Fuck, I’m in love with her and nothing has changed since. When I went on dates to try to get her off of my mind, it didn’t work because I wished that on those dates, she was there instead of the girl who was sitting across from me. When I had one night stands, it didn’t work because every time I hooked up with a girl, it wasn’t the same. It was just fucking to me, it didn’t have the passion and love I had when I was with Gwen. I know that was too much but I truly meant what I just said. She’s the love of my life and it scares me that I fell for her so quickly that I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to lose her and the fact that she made a big deal about you breaks my heart and my heart for you, you are my best friend and I’m only seeing her, no one else. My mind is jumbled and I can’t think straight, I wish I could talk to her but I feel like she doesn’t want to talk to me or want anything to do with me at all anymore.” Zabdiel let out a small sob and it broke your heart.

You didn’t like seeing Zabdiel the way he was, it always broke your heart when you saw your best friend, the man you love, in pain when he didn’t deserve to feel that pain. Zabdiel was your best friend and he always would be. You wanted the best for him even if it wasn’t with you and you didn’t like the outcome of it, but happiness and love are what he deserves. You being the best friend you could be stood up and put your hand out for him to take. He looks at your hand and then up and you, you nodded at him to take your hand and he did so. Once he got up, you walked to your nightstand and grabs his phone, walking back to him. You hand him his phone, which he grabs and you look at him. You smile at him masking the pain and heartbreak you felt on the inside and held his hands.

“If you really meant what you had just said to me, you already know what to do. If you truly love Gwen, then you need to go and talk to her. If Gwen really loves you the way you love her or more, she’ll hear you out and talk to you. It’s hard to find the love you have for Gwen in life and you need to cherish what you have and the love you have for her. At the end of the day, I will always be your best friend Zabdiel. I will always be there to support, love, care for and about you, and be there by your side, but now… Now you have a woman who you love and who loves you in your life and you can’t push her aside because of me. I will always be here for you, but you have Gwen, someone who you love and makes you feel what everyone in life wants to feel for someone they love in their life. That’s someone you can’t let slip through your fingers. To me, I can see she holds a very special place in your life and in your heart, go and get your girl Zabdiel before it’s too late.” You gave Zabdiel a soft smile along with the encouraging words. Zabdiel smiles down at you gave you a hug.

When Zabdiel hugs you, your whole world came crashing down knowing that once he let go of you, once he walks out your door, you would have to let him go. Though it pained you so much that your heart hurt to let him go, you had to. Not only for Zabdiel to be happy, but for you to be there for Zabdiel. You couldn’t live without Zabdiel in your life since the first day you met, you knew he would always be special and part of your life. You would rather have Zabdiel in your life as a best friend and if you couldn’t have him more than that, then it was okay with you. You couldn’t imagine a life without Zabdiel in it and though it pained you to not be the one to hold him, kiss him, spend the rest of your life as his lover, he was still in your life as a best friend and that was worth the heartbreak.

Zabdiel let go of you and when you look at his face, he had an exciting look. You nod at him towards your door, letting him know to go to Gwen. He walks away from you, you trailing behind him, grabbing your dirty dishes, you both head towards your front door. You walk to the kitchen and put your dishes in the sink. You look over to see Zabdiel standing there hesitating time to leave your apartment. You walk toward him and put a hand on his shoulder. He put his hand on top of yours and you rub his shoulder, giving him encouragement to go and reassuring him that everything would be okay.

“What are you waiting for? Go get her!! No matter what happens, I will be there for you always. Though I know everything will work out in the end, all I’m saying is that I’ll be here for you. I believe in you Zabdiel and that everything will work out for both of you. You love her and I’m pretty sure she loves you too or you both wouldn’t have gotten back together, so go. Go get your girl Zabdiel.” You push past Zabdiel and open your door, gesturing for him to go. He smiles down at you and kisses the top of your head. He nods at you and walks out of your apartment, looking back at you, you could tell that there were nervousness and anxiousness etched on his face. You gave him a reassuring look and nod to him. He smiles and left to the elevator, pressing the button and waited for the elevator to come. The elevator bell dinged and he walks in, you watch him and watch the doors elevator doors close and once it did, you immediately close your door. You walk to your window in your living room to see Zabdiel on the sidewalk, guessing he ordered an uber or lyft to pick him up. You wait and watch Zabdiel while the uber or lyft came and once it did, he looks up to your window and waves at you, you waving back at him. You watch Zabdiel close the car door and the car takes off. Once it was out of sight you walked to your dining room and cleaned up the mess you and Zabdiel had made. You start doing dishes when you look over at your stove to see the time.

5:00 PM

You sigh, more than half of the day slipped by you and you felt drained and exhausted that you were ready to go back into your bed and cuddle into your blankets while you watch “The Office” for the rest of the night until you fell asleep. Once you were done doing the dishes, you walked back to your room and grab some clothes in your dresser to sleep in after you took a shower. You grab your phone along with your speaker and clothes and walk to your bathroom, feeling numb and like all the energy you wish you had in the first place, drained from your body. You close the door behind you and set all of your things down. You turn on your speaker and connect your phone to it. You go on spotify and put on your sad playlist you had created on shuffle. You heard piano keys filling the bathroom through your speakers and instantly knew what song was playing. You undress and hop into the shower trying to wash out the pain and sadness you were feeling. The words you heard next you knew would hit you like a train that’s when you let the tears and sobs out.

Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

You sank down onto the floor of your tub and cried. Whatever you had in left in you that you bottled up inside was now being let out. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The pain was unbearable and you felt like your whole world crashed and burned over and over again like it was stuck on repeat and would never stop. Your heart was broken and it kept breaking to a point where you felt your heartstrings tearing apart whenever you were reminded that Zabdiel was never going to be yours completely and after today, you knew that after what Zabdiel had said, you’d only ever remain his best friend. The type of love you crave from Zabdiel wasn’t the same type of love he gave to you. To him, you would always be his best friend, someone he could go to if he had problems in his life, the person that understood him the way no one else does and he liked it that way. You knew that from the get-go, but you were always left wondering what could be if you both ended up together, but deep down you knew, it wasn’t meant to be. After listening to more of your sad playlist, you got out of your shower and got dressed for bed. You did your nightly routine and once you were finished, you look at yourself in the mirror. Last time you looked, you couldn’t recognize the person you were looking at. You look at yourself in the mirror and now the person you see looking back at you is you, but a different version. The person in the mirror that looked back at you was going through heartbreak, trying to figure out how to move on from this while still trying to be there for your best friend while not trying to hurt yourself even more. The person looking back you gave out all the love they could and once they were ready to tell the person they were in love with their true feelings, it became crushed by finding out the person they were in love with was in love with someone else. You continued to look at yourself in the mirror and more tears pooled out of your eyes, remembering the pain you felt the night you found out Zabdiel and Gwen were together, remembering that they’d been together for before you found out, remembering that you were the last to know out of everyone. It pained you and the more you tried to take your mind off of it, the more your mind dwelled on the pain of it all. You tried to remember the fun times you had with Zabdiel, but your mind switched to making those happy memories into sad ones reminding you that even though Zabdiel said things wouldn’t change, you knew it would. Though you tried to tell yourself things wouldn’t change, you knew it would one way or another. You turned off your bathroom light, grabbed your phone and speaker, and made your way to your room.

You turn off your sad playlist and made yourself comfortable in bed, the office still playing on your TV. You continued to watch and the episode that was playing was where Jim and Pam were getting married. The relationship between the two characters was how you and Zabdiel were. The way they were best friends who got along and got each other the way no one else could, the way they were there for each other, the way they loved each other as friends and only wanted what was best for one another even if they didn’t think it was the best, the way they wanted nothing but happiness for one another even if they couldn’t make the other person happy, they knew they deserved it. The difference was instead of coming together, figuring out they liked one another though the timing wasn’t right, and falling in love, you and Zabdiel stayed right where you were. You didn’t know what the future held for both of you, but you knew that you wouldn't be anything more than best friends. The pain faded away and all you felt was numbness all around you, you decided to turn off your TV and stare at your ceiling. Your mind had to teach your heart to learn five things.

You were going to remain Zabdiel’s best friend and that would never change.

Zabdiel and Gwen were together, for as long as it goes on, you wouldn’t ever be in Gwen’s position.

If Zabdiel and Gwen ever broke up, you still wouldn’t ever be in Gwen’s place.

Zabdiel is in love with Gwen and you knew Gwen is in love with Zabdiel.

Though Zabdiel said things wouldn’t change between the two of you, you knew from this point on, everything has changed.

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lunar-writings-love · 4 years

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College!AU - Yeosang (ateez)

After a break (i’m still super sorry about that) I’m back with the series!! I said I’d do hongjoong second, but a lovely anon sent in a request asking for yeosang or wooyoung and i couldn't say no!

Author’s Note: bullet fic

warnings: cussing?? ://

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Yeosang:

he’s so precious i love him gOD

anyways yeosangie is ,,, just such an interesting guy

an enigma really

everyone knows of him, but not many people know about him

he seemed to be everywhere at the university: in the dining halls, the library, his dorm room, the lounge, he was just ,,,

omnipresent

everywhere you went ,, just ,, there he was

but because of that he became pretty popular

he’s just such an easygoing guy and his sense of humor is honestly amazing

people loved to come up and talk to him

the cute english major with that old skateboard always glued to his side

he truly was friends with everyone

the athletes, the bio majors, the humanities and arts kids, e v e r y o n e

not to mention he was a major heartthrob

but this dumbass ,,, never caught on

girls and guys alike would come up and flirt to no end; asking for his number, help on understanding english for their assignments, how to skateboard, e v e r y t h i n g ,, but yeosang was too pure for that

he’d agree to all of it not knowing people’s ulterior motives

so much that now a days all it took was one side glance from someone and wooyoung was already up and vowing to rip them a new one if they so much as even tried it with yeosang

he was the members’ baby boy lmao rip jongho

that being said ,,,

you knew who yeosang was

you and yeosang were never close or friends really, and you doubt he knew your name

but you knew him because ,,,, i mean the man is gorgeous let’s not lie here your friends mentioned him at least a couple times a week

and you appreciated the fact that he skateboarded everywhere

as an environmental science major, you can respect people who try to minimize their carbon footprint

so while he may have no idea who you were, it was still good to know that you weren’t alone because the catch was ,,

there was a mix-up in the system and you didn’t get to room with your friends

and at first you were kinda down because the girl randomly placed in your friends’ room refused to do a room mate switch, so you were just kinda stuck there

but when the start of your second year came around you were relieved to see a familiar face as your neighbor ,, yeosang!1

he decided to room with wooyoung and san which didn’t come as a surprise to u because ,,, those three were joined at the hip

and the girls you got placed with were both third years who you had never met before

they were nice and meant well, but you were so painfully shy and since the other two were already friends you felt awkward trying to place yourself into the mix

but alas , life goes on

you developed a routine of waving and greeting yeosang in the morning since you both were cursed had 8 ams

a month into the quarter now and you fell into a nice and simple routine;

wake-up for your 8 ams, wanting to die as soon as you realized you only got 3 hours of sleep, get ready, see yeosang leaving his room also looking like he wants to die , greet him , get breakfast , sit through class, come back, sleep , repeat

lIfE waS jUSt gReat:DDD

but college really do be like that sometimes

and what was even better !! was that one of your room mates had a boyfriend and liked having him over a lot

which wasn't an issue and you supported her

it’s just that ,,,, you wanted to stay in on fridays but she had asked you guys if she could have the room from 5-8 on friday nights because ,,,,

,,,,,,so every friday from 5 to 8 you would either watch netflix or study in your floor’s lounge, and because it was a friday night most people tended to go out so you didn’t mind much

it did come as a surprise though, when one friday night yeosang joined you at around 6:30

he just smiled sheepishly “wooyoung has someone over”

you nodded in agreement

“my room mate too”

then .// it was silent ,, both of you just kind of looking anywhere but each other

despite yeosang’s popularity, what people didn’t really know about yeosang was that the boy was also painfully shy and awkward much like a certain y/n

BUT HE WAS DOING HIS BEST

so he tried again “Soo what are you doing?”

you were surprised he wanted to continue talking to you

“uhhhh just watching some demon slayer”

“bro no way i love that”

“wait really??! are you caught up on the manga?”

“hell yeah do you know what’s up with Tanjirou??”

and before you knew it, it was 9 at night and you had been talking to yeosang about everything and anything for almost 3 hours now

you had been bLEssED

then the time came when yeosang’s phone chimed ,, wooyoung was finally done sinning

and it was time for him to go :////

“you’re y/n, right?”

“yep!”

“cool, I’m yeosang”

“right, i know that”

“....right”

then // it was silent yet again

but the thing was , yeosang really liked you

he didn't know your name, but he always thought his --always sleep deprived neighbor-- was super cute

with your bedhead and

groggy voice

and sleepy smile

ugh

he really wanted to get to know you more

but he figured it would’ve been awkward

so before he could lose all his courage yeosang practically yelled at you “DOYOUMaYBEwANNAGetsoMEcOFFEEsoMETIME??!/”

it took you a few seconds to process because hAHAHAH WHAT?!!?

but then you pulled yourself together like the responsible young adult you are and mustered

“I’d love to, we can meet up next week when the new manga chapter drops?”

and then y’all were exchanging contacts and good nights

and when he left you internally screamed

what just happened??

did ,, THE kang yeosang ask u on a date??!?

was it even a date?!?

by the way yes it was

SO THE FOLLOWING WEEK THERE YOU GUYS WERE

at a cute coffee shop a couple of minutes off campus

and the rest is history!!

you got to finally get close and get to know the strange and mysterious kang yeosang

who wasn't really strange or mysterious at all, he was just a weeb a super cute and nice guy you were totally falling for

y’all finally kissed on the third date after having an extensive conversation on the ending of naruto and because he’s a gentleman unlIKE his Mom SeonGhWA

and omg you guys were so cute

he taught you how to skateboard

and you taught him how to be more environmentally conscious

your dates included going to ramps on campus, attending environmental rallies, having him read english literature to you as you drifted off in sleep,

and most of all /// lots and lots of crunchyroll premium

that yeosang stole off of mingi poor boy didn’t even know

BUT YEAH

after that you met all the boys

you already knew wooyoung and san, but you got really close to wooyoung because that ,, makes sense

all the boys love you sm

you were their baby

uwu rip yeosang AND jongho

and you loved all the members!

and on your two month anniversary, yeosang bought you two matching phone cases

they were naruto ones

he gave u sasuke and he kept sakura’s

“wait why am i sasuke? wouldn’t it make more sense if i were sakura”

“don’t question it” he said as he slipped his phone into his case

sakura was his childhood crush and he wanted her phone case bAbY bOY

but anyways, yes // he was the sakura to your sasuke!

and wooyoung was naruto

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Okay guys! hERE it finally is after like 5 months ....... I’m so sorry!!1 Hopefully you guys like this one! I’m kinda rusty but I’ll get back into writing!!! Thanks a lot for the love and support!! love you guys!!! <333

- Luna

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Agent Carter AN Au Series

Its here!!! Chapter 12 is partially done! Since the episodes and the story have to coincide with each other, each episode will likely be 3+ chapters each. This chapter is only part of episode 1 and its 2500+ words...so yeah. I’m gonna have a lot of revision and thinking to do for future chapters XD I hope y’all enjoy this one!!!!

Peggy's POV:

I rise early in the morning, right before the sun. I see that Steph is sound asleep, and I slip away for a shower. Today I start working again, and while I am thrilled to leave this building and do more than sit around and read, I am worried. I've never been away from my little poppet before, and I don't know how long I'll be able to go without seeing her. I'm suppose to be in the office at 9 O' Clock and leave around 5, but I'm hoping to leave sooner than that. I know the Jarvis's will take good care of her, but I'm still fearful of what the day lintels. I step out of the shower and quickly change, only to hear Stephanie start to cry. I pick her up and start to nurse her.

Shes been doing amazing since Daniel helped. Daniel... Oh bloody hell. I forgot. What will me working entail for us? I hope we'll still be able to spend time together. I don't want us to grow apart. We've been getting so close...and I'm not exactly sure how to feel about it to other than amazing. I'm not sure if he feels this feeling I do when we're together, but I hope we'll be able to explore it further. Once Steph is finished I lay her back down and make some tea and toast. Colleen grabbed the newspaper earlier and I haven't gotten to read it yet, but when I do, I'm in complete shock. CAPTAIN AMERICA ALLAY YET TO EXPLAIN WEAPON SALE. Oh dammit Howard, what have you done now... I set down the paper and finish getting ready for work. I water the plant and start to fold up the bed, until Colleen enters.

"Oh don't bother, I can't feel my feet." Shes been working more nigh shifts lately and has just returned home.

"Colleen."

"They let 10 girls go yesterday" Here lately since the war ended, woman have been loosing their jobs left and right.

"Did they say why?"

"Because 10 more GI's got discharged." She fluffs the pillows and lies down on the bed. "I had to show a guy from Canarsie how to use a ribbon gun." Its terrible, the world we live in. Woman are seen as less than men, and are forced out of there jobs to make room for them. "Oh I think I have tuberculosis..." Oh dear... that may explain why she has been feeling under the weather lately.

"Thanks by the way, you lent this to me last night while you were at work." Stephanie had barfed all over my sweater in the evening, and before Colleen had left, she let me wear it. She waves it off.

"It looks better on you, ya know. Its something that might catch a mans eye. Say on a date...maybe with a certain fella down the hall..."

"Don't hold your breath." I say. I don't know if he feels the same way, and anyhow we're really good friends. I go to the closet and get my gun to put in my bag. I've had it hidden in a small storage box this whole year. "Especially with tuberculosis." She laughs.

"You know theres a difference between and Independent woman and a spinster. "I walk out of the closet and pick up Stephanie, thankfully she's still sleeping.

"Is it the shoes?" she laughs again. "Clock out, pull the curtains and sleep. Peggy's orders." I grab the nappy bag for poppet and turn to Colleen.

"Okay, but remember if I don't see you, we're going to the movies on Saturday. I have the night off."

"I'll try this time, but you know the office may try to keep me busy."

"Peg, you're working at the phone company, it ain't life and death." At this Steph begins to stir in my arm and snuggle closer.

"Darling... you have no idea." We laugh one last time and then I head out of the door.

Daniels POV:

When I get into the office this morning, theres more buzz than usual. Dooley keeps walking in and out of his office, and the other agents are walking around, answering phones, and writing up reports. Next thing I know, chief walks past me to the elevator.

"Hey look who decided to show up today."

"I'm here everyday Krizminski."

"Not true. You're not here on weekends." I get to my desk, set my crutch aside, and sit down. "Plus you've been skipping out."

"What? No I haven't." This guy is such a pain in my ass.

"Thompson confirmed it earlier. Is it true? You got a dame on your arm, Sousa?" I take a deep breath, let it out, and roll my eyes. "Hey, this is your chance. If you don't have one, then your luck might be changin'"

"What are you rambling on about?"

"We're getting a new secretary, maybe shes your type.. Hell, you could probably lure her in the file room and make a move." He laughs

"What? I thought we were getting a new agent today, not a secretary..."

"Whatever. Lady Agent, secretary, same thing." Lady Agent...? Before I can say anything else, Dooley walks in, and hes not alone. Holy shit...

"Alright, listen up. I have an announcement to make." As the chief speaks, the new agent and I lock eyes, and I'm not sure which one of us is more in shock. "This is our new agent, Agent Carter, from the Brooklyn office in New York." Brooklyn office? It was shut down 6 months ago, where- oh, she was pregnant with Stephanie. Stephanie, whose fathers name was Steve... Oh my god. Steve Rogers, as in Captain America, is Stephanie's father; and shes inherited part of the serum. That explains her strong smacking and flailing arms. I can see Peggy in instant panic, the moment she sees me. Dooley shows her where her desk is and she gets to work, but every eye in the office keeps staring for several minutes before they, too, get to work. God dammit, how could I have been so stupid..? It doesn't take long for her to slip a note to me to meet her in the file room.

"You can't tell anyone about Stephanie." Wow, okay, right to the punch. "Daniel, please, no one can know who her father is." I can see it in her eyes how worried she is. Does she not trust me to not say anything?

"Of course I won't say anything, Peggy." She breaths a sigh, leans back, and closes her eyes. When she opens then, she glances at me, and then away.

"I've been doing so well, what with keeping the identity of her father secret, I don't want anyone to know."

"Thats okay, I get it. I promise I won't tell anyone." She looks at me, as if shes analyzing me, looking for any lies or alternate motives, I guess she not finding any. Which makes sense, cause I have none.

"I had no idea you worked here, Daniel."

"Yeah, well... I do my best to keep my work life and personal life separate. And for the most part, its been working, but..."

"Now I'm here." It wasn't a question, as much as it was a statement. I nod my head and look away.

"I'm sorry..."

"For what?" I finally look at her.

"I appear to always be intruding in your life, and I apologize for that." she gives a dry chuckle. "But you are right to do so. To keep work and personal separate, I think we both need to do that." And my heart is starting to sink. I was afraid of this the moment I saw her in the office. I was afraid we'd grow apart because we wouldn't see each other, now its the opposite, we're going to see each other none-stop. I look down at the ground and nod my head.

"I agree. Complete strangers. We've never met before today and we don't mean anything to the other." I breath a sigh, and her head turns so fast to me, it looks like she had whip lash.

"Right. Complete strangers..." She looks like shes thinking of something. She tilts her head to the side as she bites the corner of her lip... dammit Daniel. I back away from her and turn away.

"Daniel? Where are you going?

"To my post Agent, or did you forget we have work?" She looks offended and shakes her head.

"Daniel..." She looks upset as she starts to walk closer.

"Sorry, I just.. need a minute to process this." She furrows her brows and glances way for a second. "I need a minute to process going from friends to nobody I'm suppose to care about in an instant."

"Nobody- Daniel." She looks appalled and grabs my arm. "What-"

"Well well well, look what we have here." Dammit Thompson. "You two seem nice and cozy. What are you doing down here?" Peggy immediately drops her hand and backs away slightly, and as subtly, as she could.

"Agent Sousa was just showing me the filing system,hes been very helpful."

"Well I bet he has..." She looks between us both confused, but doesn't say anything." Well since you're down here, why don't you put these away for me?"He hands them to me. "See just how much more help Sousa can be." And with that he walks away.

"What an ass." I say

"What an arse" she says. We both say it at the same time. I look over at Peggy and she looks at me, and we both laugh.

Peggy's POV:

After several hours of being at work, I am in complete agony. I miss my daughter. What I wouldn't give to be home right now. I sit at my desk with a report in hand and a pencil in the other. Around and around I spin it, over and over again I read the same damn sentence. Ugh... I look in front of me, and I can see Daniels back turned. I still can't believe he works at the SSR. As I begin to get my mind set back to work, the alarm blares and the red lights flash. I look up and then at Daniel, and our eyes meet. Somethings happening. I get up from my seat and gather some papers, when suddenly the Chief and the others walk to the meeting room.

"Agent Carter, we just caught a red ball out of DC, all hands on desk." I start to gather supplies when he says, "Meaning, cover the phones." Wanker... I grab my telephone and dial up Rose from the entrance.

"Rose? Forward all calls to the briefing room." She agrees and I set down the phone. "Covered, Shall we?" As we head to head to the conference room, Dooley begins to play a film, a film about Howard.

"So far, six pieces of Stark technology have either shown up on the black market or in the arsenals of enemy states. Hes been waffling on the hill. Treating the whole thing like a joke. And yesterday was his final day of hearings. Stark didn't show." Good Lord Howard, I'm going to kill you if I ever see you again. "We've checked his half-a-dozen houses, his half-a-dozen offices. Nothing." He's such an idiot that man. I look away from the chief and look at Daniel, he has no idea what really is going on..." So as of this moment, Howard Stark is a fugitive from justice. Find him. Squeeze him. Till he looses his sense of humor. Thompson you lead." As I look over at Thompson, he starts to explain his ideas and plans, but I can't stand to listen to any more.

"Sir, I really must object-"

"Why am I not surprised." I internally sigh of frustrations. I already know where this is headed..

"Sir, I knew Howard Stark during the war, his help was invaluable. He may be a great many things, but hes not a trader." As I say this I glance at Daniel, whose eyes are glued to me. I look away as the chief speaks.

"We're all aware of your record Agent. I'm sure being Captain Americans...liaison... brought you into contact with all sorts of interesting people. But the Wars over. Let the professionals decide with whats gonna happen." And with that the meeting ends, of course, not without some gossip and rude slander about me and men during the war. Ugh, men are such pigs... But what I didn't expect was Daniel to speak up.

"What did you just say Krizminski?"

"I wasn't talking to you." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This is going to be a very long day...

"I think you owe the lady an apology."

"Oh. You standing up for her now, Sousa? Well c'mon I ain't got all day." I look away before I lash out at this oaf. Little do you know the strength this man has you utter wanker. Hes worth 10 of you, at least. Krisminski and the others leave, which just leaves Daniel and myself. When he starts to walk by, I say something; something I hope he won't take offence to.

" Agent Sousa, about what you just did..."

"Oh that? It was noth-"

"I wish you hadn't," I say plainly. We have to keep up a front with our co workers, and with Daniel defending me, they could get suspicious.

"You're an Agent and they treat you like a secretary. I just wanted to-"

"And I'm grateful." I smile. "But I'm more than capable at handling whatever these adolescents throw at me." We lock eyes, and my heart starts to skip a beat...

"Yes ma'am. Doesn't mean I have to like it though."

"Well thats another thing we have in common." As we stand there, Thompson approaches us, and of course, he hands me files to put away. Arse.

"I would file these away, but you're so much better at that sort of thing. Ya know, cause you're a woman." I glance at Daniel, briefly, and I can see him getting angry.

"Better at what, Agent Thompson? The alphabet? I could teach you. Lets start with words beginning with 'A'" He laughs and walks away.

"Good one." I look at him and can't help but smile. Oh this is going to be so difficult pretending to not know him at all; let alone ignore how I feel... We both head to our desk and start working again. Before I know it, its 4 'O clock. Oh thank God. I put away my files, grab my coat, and head over to the Jarvis's. Little does Howard know, I've met them several times, and have asked them to never tell Howard about her. As far as they know they are babysitting my niece, whom, I'm taking care of while her parents are away. I hate all of this lying, especially to good people, but no one can know the truth. When I pick up Stephanie, I feel a weight lift off of my chest, I can finally go home with my little girl. And, I don't have to make dinner. The Jarvis's graciously made a roast for me and Colleen, but since it is large enough, I'll invite Daniel over. I leave a note under his door. Hours go by and he knocks at the door.

"Daniel." I walk over to him and embrace him. I've wanted to do this all day. He hold me close, and the Steph begins to giggle. We both laugh. She reaches for him and gables her baby talk. I hand her over and invite him inside.

"So, I hear you have a roast." he says, snuggling with poppet.

"Indeed we do." As we sit down and eat together, I can't feel more at peace.

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forreasonswretchedandivine · 4 years

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Tagged by: @kimchi-fried-ice (feel free to say hi whenever! I LOVE your blog, and you seem very nice I’d love to be friends!:))

Nickname: it’s practically my actual name, but it’s tidge. When I was little my basketball coach would always say my name as tish lol. Then my family started calling me that because they thought it was hilarious, and my mom said it in front of my theatre friends and they started doing it too. It’s honestly grown on me, and I let just about everyone call me tidge BC it usually leads to me telling them where it came from. Also I think it’s cute:):)

Height: 5’5?? 5’6? People always say I should know this but I just never do🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️.(side note: if you’re taller than me and also a girl who likes girls HMU😚)

Hogwarts house: I’m like the only one of every person I know who’s consumed 4 Harry Potter things( read first book, watched first 3 movies) but I took a quiz and got slytherin? Sounds about right from what I know lol. I’m nice, but I’ve got major RBF and I’m ALWAYS down for a little drama

Last thing I googled: “where to catch dreepy in Pokémon sword” that elusive motherfucker has a 2% chance of spawning in the wild area and I almost exploded after 2 hours of running in and out of like 3 different tall grass areas. Didn’t find one BUT I found it’s evolved form, which was fine because looking any longer may have killed me

Song stuck in my head: From Eden by Hozier and high five by Sigrid. They are both bangers in their own respect, and the are playing ln my head at the same time right now. It’s kinda nice!

Following:253! Though a few of those are inactive now, I’ve had this account since middle school

Followers: 27 total but 10 are inactive, and I’m pretty sure one is just a spam account that was VERY convincing

Amount of sleep I get: I try for 7-8 and get it most of the time, but some nights I get hit with that good self hate™️™️ and stay up later because why not? Or I’ll be up till 3 in fugue state trying to finish homework/ projects that I procrastinated on lol. I take lots of naps too BC they are soooo great

Lucky number:13! I have no basis behind this, other than because I want it to be, and because people say it’s bad luck. So far it’s been pretty great to me!!

Dream job: 😬😬😬 welll over the past 2 years, especially since I transferred colleges and had a bit of an unexpected major chance( technical theatre> studio art) My career path has been pretty unclear and I’m still not really sure what I wanna do. I’d love to get back into something theatre related because I’m pretty good at it, but lately the art I’ve been doing makes me very happy and gives me a personal sense of accomplishment that theatre never gave me. I’m hoping to find some sort of intersection between the two, so I can be able to make something for either a play or musical, then when I’m done just go chill somewhere for a little while and take a nap. Or like make some cool painting or drawing, make some money from it, then take a few weeks off of doing sutff, repeat. So I guess the short answer is: make art that I enjoy, get paid, not work every day:)

Wearing: what am I wearing?My, my, how sexual!! Just kidding;);). Black boots, high waisted skinny jeans, an button up shirt with a stranger things demegoron pattern, tan cardigan, and a little trans pride pendant I made to remind myself I am valid, and to signal other trans people!

Favorite song: (TAZ balance spoilers) idk if this counts but any version of lucetia’s theme from taz, written by one GRIFFIN TEAR MY HEART OUT ANDREW MCELROY. It’s just so beautiful, and it always makes me feel such strong emotions because every time it plays on the podcast there’s like a major plot development or moment of growth for lucetia, and I JUST. I literally ascend when it plays during the finale when she’s about to stop the hunger, just ugh so good

Instruments: I played the baritone for like a year in middle school. To summarize how that went: I was not very good:/:/

Random fact: I’m always telling myself that this probably isn’t something I should be so casual and open about, but then I tell people anyways. When I was 3-4, my sister was getting on my nerves and we were both on the kitchen counter for some reason. So to get her to stop, I took a knife and cut almost completely through her finger. Needless to say that got me in a bit of trouble with my dad, and to this day most of my family gets on edge when they see me with a knife. Which I find funny because In my teen years and now, I’ve gotten really into buying knifes and swords like some sort of blade gremlin. All of that probably made me sound very unstable, but I promise I’m not, just like sharp things. Im like 30% unhinged at all times AT MOST.

Aesthetics:????? I’m really into symmetry and matching colors of that counts as an aesthetic. My room is probably the best example, because everything in it is organized in a weird messy kinda way. I know where it is but it’s not where you’d think(ex: The sword I have hung next to my window) again I am very much a gremlin girl, and while I keep a lot of weird stuff, Im also very organized and creative so I end up using some broken things to make something new(ex: the bow and arrow I made out of a walking stick, some rubber bands and a 5 mechanical pencils). This description is probably also a good example of my aesthetic, which is to say messy, and slightly incoherent, but prepared and practical. In terms of clothing, it’s a sliding scale between “ For all intents and purposes I was not planning on leaving my room or being perceived physically by others today, but a friend wanted to hang out, and I love my friends so here I am looking like this” And “ I am an ethereal being of pure beauty and elegance, but watered down a bit so I’m still very well dressed, but minus the elegance, and plus a lil slut and probably some black boots”. It should also be stated that my gayness is part of both of these in varying degrees of intensity

I tag: @rosebudyke @negative-ghostriderr @sunshine-nb @severedned @seraphlesbian (y’all don’t have to if you don’t want to tho,but if you want message me! You all also seem very nice☺️)

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The Internship - Chapter 2

A multi-chapter Bittyparse fic with fluff and angst! Woot! 5 chapters, weekly updates. Also on ao3. <3

Summary:

Eric Bittle arrived in New York two weeks ago, newly single and ready for a fresh start. This internship was just what he needed to jumpstart his life.

Kent Parson loved his life in New York. He was at the peak of his NHL career. He had friends, the world’s greatest cat, and everything he thought he needed.

He never expected a small Southern blonde to burst into his life and turn everything on its head.

“Lordy, Bun, he winked. Winked! What on earth was I thinking, stayin’ late like I could just make myself at home?”

Señor Bun listened patiently, all floppy ears and non-judgmental beaded eyes. Bitty turned away from the desk, where he’d just finished organizing video clips on his laptop for work the next day, and pulled back the covers to climb into bed. He settled Señor Bun into the crook of his arm and tugged the quilt up around his chin.

“You’re the best listener, Bun.” Bitty nuzzled the worn rabbit and closed his eyes. He hadn’t talked to Señor Bun when he lived with Jack – it seemed too juvenile for his serious-NHL-star boyfriend’s bedroom – but he always felt better after spilling his feelings to his rabbit, and today’s events definitely needed Señor Bun’s comforting touch.

The thing was, Bitty had liked Kent’s wink. Really, really liked it. He’d enjoyed the whole day, in fact. Kent was surprisingly warm and welcoming. He’d been a great host, offering them drinks, chatting with the crew, picking up lunch from the Cantonese restaurant on 10th Ave.

He was also easy to look at, and Bitty wasn’t blind – built like a daydream with his blonde waves and solid muscles. He was only a few inches taller than Bitty, but Bitty would bet he had thirty pounds on him, all pecs and abs and quads, mercy.

But he shouldn’t be thinking about all that. It was too soon after his and Jack’s breakup to be thinking about someone else, and Kent Parson of all people. What on god’s green earth was he doing?

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in the dark. Sometime last month, he’d stopped counting the number of days since the breakup. One day it just didn’t make sense anymore. It was like he’d looked down at himself and found a millstone in his hands he never realized he’d been carrying, and once he realized its weight, he could finally drop it.

He still had sad days, and little things sometimes knocked him off-balance like a gust of wind. Jack had been his first boyfriend, first real love. Bitty missed a lot of things about their old life. He’d hear a person speaking Quebecois on the subway, or see ducks in a neighborhood park, or smell maple syrup as he walked past a café, and memories would wash over him.

Bitty hugged Señor Bun tighter and sighed, feeling guilty for the little part of him that desired Kent Parson and his muscles. It was disloyal. Kent was the Bad Guy. Wasn’t he?

“We’ll get through this, Bun, just you wait and see. We’ll be courteous and professional. It’s a business relationship, that’s all.”

As reassurances went, it felt a little hollow, but Señor Bun didn’t comment and Bitty let the conversation drop. He closed his eyes, burrowed a little lower under the covers, and focused on his breath until he drifted off to sleep.

_/_/_/ \_\_\_

Kent: [image07194421.jpg]

Jack: Is Kit wearing a Rangers jersey?

Kent: dude

Kent: read better

Kent: it says Purrson 90 on the back

Jack: Hah, you got her a personalized cat jersey. You’re ridiculous.

Kent: you’re just jelly cuz she could own ur ass at hockey

Kent: her FO% is .52

Jack: I repeat, you’re ridiculous. How’s your day?

Kent: her slapshot tops 90mph

Jack: Did you run today?

Kent: yeah but it was muggy as balls

Kent: u?

Jack: 6 miles, 39:50, light hills

Kent: slacker

Jack: What was your time?

Kent: a gentleman wouldn’t ask

Jack: C’mon, Kenny…

Jack: Please?

Kent: haha

Kent: oh man I forgot I ordered delivery. gotta go, food’s here [sushi emoji] [grinning cat emoji]

Jack: OK weirdo.

Kent dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. Ugh, why did all of his texting turn into piles of steaming shit?

He was texting Jack to build their friendship. Back when Kent was seeing his therapist regularly, they’d talked about what Kent would do if Jack started communicating with him again. They’d written down a list of strategies that Kent could use to help rebuild their friendship as adults, without the tangle of hormones, stress, and unresolved mental health issues that led to their first fiery downfall.

This – texting Jack pictures of Kit – was part of Kent’s Being-Friends-With-Zimms List. So far Jack had initiated most of their text conversations, sending Kent his workout stats and asking him for Netflix recommendations. Kent figured it was his turn, and Kit looked hella cute in her Purrson jersey. He wasn’t about to offer Jack his morning run time; he was always faster than Zimms and it wasn’t polite to brag.

He wanted to eventually get around to asking about Eric, since he was pretty sure adults asked each other if it was OK to be friends with their exes. But, like, one step at a time.

And then Jack had called him Kenny in his text. It was the first time since that party at Samwell years ago. Kent called Jack ‘Zimms’ all the time, and Jack called him ‘Parse’. Those were hockey nicknames, Parse-and-Zimms, Zimms-and-Parse.

Kent’s stomach felt twisted in knots. ‘Kenny’ wasn’t a hockey nickname. It was intimate, and a decade ago it would have been followed by desperate, whispered Quebecois. Kent had convinced himself ages ago that Jack didn’t think of him as ‘Kenny’ anymore.

So, Kent totally freaked and aborted the conversation with made-up sushi. Fuck his life.

He sighed and flipped his phone over. This friendship plan was therapist-approved, damn it. He wouldn’t waste his best chance at being friends with Jack on one stupid texting freakout.

Kent: sorry Zimms, the delivery guy was downstairs

Jack: It’s no problem.

Kent: so, tell me about ur run. get passed by any little old ladies?

_/_/_/ \_\_\_

Bitty and Kent emailed frequently in the two weeks leading up to launch. There were a surprising number of details to iron out. They exchanged photos. Bitty sent a list of proposed posts for Kit’s Instagram and Twitter. Kent replied with changes (Kit always wrote in first person, #NYClife was better curated than #NYC, etc.). Bitty appreciated Kent’s thoughtfulness.

He didn’t appreciate sorting through a deluge of emails from Kent, though, and he wished they could do some things over text. Kent had a habit of sending an email half-written, then replying four or five times with additions and random thoughts. Was it weird to give a professional contact his personal number? It wasn’t, right? He had Meesha’s number. But with all the weird history between him and Kent, what if it was a bad idea?

The night before launch, after sifting through another forty emails from Kent, Bitty finally bit the bullet and emailed Kent his cell number.

Tomorrow’s the big day!!!, he wrote. The advertising placements go live at 3am, social media at 9am. We’ll monitor the comments and retweets from the office. You and Kit are going to do great.

Here’s my cell if you need anything. Shoot me a text if you want help replying to Kit’s comments, or if you need me to use the admin functions to block a troll (not that Kit will have any trolls, she’s the sweetest li’l thing and the internet loves her).

Talk to you tomorrow!

Eric

An hour later, Bitty’s phone dinged with an incoming message.

[Unknown Sender]: hey this is Kent

[Unknown Sender]: texting so you have my number for tomorrow

Bitty: Hi Kent! How y’all doing tonight?

Kent: good, watching minority report and drinking wine. Kit’s practicing her autograph

Bitty: She’s such a sweetie [grinning emoji]

Kent: u?

Bitty: I’m waiting for a batch of mini-pies to finish baking, then I’m off to bed. You & Kit should get some sleep too, big day tomorrow

Kent: pie??? [pie emoji] [heart-eyes cat emoji]

Bitty: I’m a bit of a baker. It helps when I’m nervous [blushing emoji]

Bitty: Someday I’ll bring you some, how’s that sound? My blueberry cream cheese pie was first runner-up at the Georgia state fair

Kent: you are my hero

Bitty: Lol talk to you tomorrow Kent

Kent: night Eric

_/_/_/ \_\_\_

“Can I get something started for you, sir?”

Kent stepped forward and smiled at the barista. He ordered a latte and a morning bun. She rang him up and efficiently prepared his order, handing him a to-go mug and a pastry the size of Kit’s head. He squeezed into a booth with rustic benches and a bud vase of daisies, and waited for Eric.

This was Kent and Eric’s first Post-Launch Monthly Touchbase, or whatever businessy name Eric had called it in his email.

The day was gorgeous – cool and dry, which was unheard of in New York in August – and Kent didn’t want to waste it by meeting in an office. He’d asked if they could meet somewhere else, and Eric had recommended this sunny café near Washington Square Park. It was eclectic and cute, and Kent was going to chirp Eric to hell and back over the hipster croissant/bagel hybrid – cragels? bagants? – the café was supposedly famous for.

After ten minutes, Kent spotted Eric through the window approaching the café, tugging earbuds out of his ears and looping them around his thin fingers. He wore a pale yellow sweater over a light blue button-down and navy khakis that hugged his thighs, and Kent silently, sternly reminded his dick that this was a business meeting.

Eric ordered and made his way to the table. He set down a small pastry between them and looked at Kent with his warm, inviting brown eyes.

“Have you tried the cragels? They’re just lovely. I got us one to share, they always sell out.”

Kent groaned.

The business part of the meeting was efficient and smooth, like all of his and Eric’s interactions so far. In the two weeks since launch, they’d texted regularly and kept up with the marketing plan, so really all they needed to do was confirm the advertising placements for September.

Kent enjoyed working with Eric. He was capable and self-assured. Although Kent was starting to discover he was something of procrastinator, if the number of emails Eric sent after midnight was any indication.

Bitty tapped lightly on his phone screen. “Let’s see now, you’re in training camp starting September third…any dates we need to work around before then?”

Kent tore off a strip of morning bun. “Well, we’re already back to training every day, with morning workouts and ice time most afternoons. I don’t think there’s any conflicts though,” he took a large bite and paused as he chewed, “I’ll text you if something comes up.”

Bitty looked up and his lips quirked into a smile. “Lord, I forgot y’all’d be in daily practices already. I can’t believe how quickly I’ve forgotten the hockey schedule. This meeting wasn’t at a bad time, was it?”

Was Eric making a reference to Jack’s schedule or his own college days? Kent wasn’t sure, so he politely ignored it.

“Nah, you’re golden. I started early and did upper body work before coming here.”

“Bulking up for the season?”

“You hadn’t noticed?” Kent asked, fake-sweetly. He flexed comically and Eric laughed.

“Well you keep workin’ on that morning bun, hon. I’m sure that helps.”

Kent gawped. Eric was chirping him. He grinned. It was on.

They joked and talked as customers filed in and out around them. Kent’s cheeks hurt from smiling. Eric’s short hair had gone a little fluffy where he kept unconsciously running his fingers through it. Kent had an irrational desire to grab Eric’s wrist and gently kiss each of his fingertips. He squashed the impulse and rearranged their empty plates in the center of the table.

Somehow the conversation turned to Vegas. It was less weird than Kent expected, although he knew they were both dancing around some of the particulars.

“Why did you move to New York? The Aces wouldn’t have traded you, right? Not right after the Stanley Cup win. I expected them to give you the C or something.”

Kent nodded. “They wanted to. They were ready to re-up my contract, add a no-move clause, the whole nine yards. I just, I never really settled in Vegas, I guess. I’d made a few friends, some guys on the team I’m still close with, but it was hard being all the way across the country. When the Rangers put out feelers – Smith was retiring as Captain, they were looking for something long-term…” He shrugged. “I was interested.”

Eric made a supportive noise. “I reckon it’s nice being closer to family. I know I’d love to have my mama closer than a plane ride away.”

Kent shrugged again. “I’m not really close with my mom and stepdad. It’s cool to be near my sister, though.” He couldn’t hide a grin as he bragged a little. “She’s a senior at NYU, majoring in Biomolecular Science. A total whiz kid. I have no idea where she gets it.”

Eric smiled at him and something warm fluttered in Kent’s belly.

“What about you? How are you liking New York?”

Eric tensed subtly, a tightness in his shoulders and jaw, before he relaxed and leaned forward.

“It’s great. I mean, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, y’know? I always wanted to see the world outside Georgia, and this is my chance.” His smile faltered and he picked at the napkin in front of him. He appeared to be thinking.

“I never really thought New York was where I’d end up, but it’s been a good change. When–”

Eric stopped. Kent held his breath as Eric exhaled and squared his shoulders.

“When Jack and I broke up, I was worried I wasn’t gonna find anything up north and I’d have to move home with my parents. I felt like such a failure. When Shitty – he’s a friend of mine from college – when Shitty helped me land this internship, I was nervous as all get out. New York City, lord. But if this was my chance to stay and make something of myself, I wasn’t going to waste it.”

Kent nodded and watched Eric’s face. This was the most personal conversation he and Eric had ever had – shit, it was the first time either of them had mentioned Jack – and he watched Eric’s eyes for any sign of regret.

Eric glanced up and caught Kent’s eyes, then returned his gaze to his napkin and huffed a little laugh.

“Listen to me, ramblin’ on. You’ve probably got all sorts of important things to do today and here I am, monopolizing your time with my life story.”

Kent wanted so badly to reach out and press his fingers against Eric’s face, smooth the frown from his cheekbones. He squeezed his fingernails into his palms under the table.

“I like your life story,” he offered.

Eric looked up, questioning.

Kent smiled in a way he was sure looked dopey, but whatever. “I mean, I like talking to you. Although your choice in cafes is abhorrent. I’m totally choosing the next location. Us New Yorkers gotta educate you newbies.”

His chirp had exactly the desired effect. Eric’s eyes lit up and he straightened in mock indignation.

“Abhorrent? Mister Parson, this café is adorable. Where would you have us meet, a hot dog cart?”

“Somewhere that respects the sanctity of the bagel, for starters.”

Eric laughed, full and rich. He shook his head as he began to bus their dishes. “Well, you just let me know what New York institution you think I need to try first, and we can meet there for next month’s meeting.”

Kent smiled and grabbed their things. He wants to do this again, his sentimental brain thought stupidly.

When they got outside, Eric turned to walk toward the subway at the same time as Kent started walking the other way. They both stopped and turned quickly to face each other, and Eric nearly collided with Kent’s chest. Kent grabbed Eric’s upper arm instinctively, steadying him as he laughed.

Eric’s cheeks flushed at the contact, and at that moment Kent wanted Eric so, so badly. Eric was handsome and bright. He lit up Kent's day like a ray of sunshine through clouds.

And okay, Kent realized that was a corny metaphor. And the whole 'cloudy day' thing wasn't totally accurate – Kent loved his life in New York. He was at the peak of his NHL career, leading the league in assists and taking his team to the playoffs for three consecutive years. He liked the guys he played with, he’d made friends, and he kept in touch with Troy and Scraps.

Hell, he’d even dated a little, something he couldn’t have imagined as a rookie in Vegas. Neither of his recent ex-boyfriends had been endgame material, but he was proud of himself for the serious therapy that finally helped him feel stable enough for a relationship.

In short, he hadn’t expected a small Southern blonde to burst into his life and turn everything on its head. But right now, he felt like there was an Eric-sized hole in his world, and here was Eric, right in front of him.

Eric’s laugh faded and he looked up at Kent with wide, vulnerable eyes. Kent stared at his eyelashes, flitting open and closed as he blinked.

Oh god, Kent suddenly realized he’d been staring for way too long. Had Eric noticed? He dropped the hand on Eric’s arm.

“I, um–” he started, stopped.

Eric jumped in, “I, uh, I’ll email you about the advertising placements.”

“Yeah, the advertising placements,” Kent echoed.

They watched each other in silence. Eric licked his lips, and Kent’s mouth went dry.

“I have to get to the office,” Eric said finally. He waved a hand in the general direction of midtown, but kept his eyes glued to Kent's.

Kent nodded. “I should get home, feed Kit before she gets hungry and starts hunting the neighbors.”

Eric laughed, and just like that the moment passed.

“Take care now, Kent. I’ll be talkin’ to you soon.”

Kent returned the smile. “You too, Eric.”

He watched as Eric walked away. He lifted his left hand and lightly traced his lips with his fingers. If he concentrated, he could almost imagine the feeling was Eric's lips brushing his.

Fucking hell, he was such a sap. He shoved his hands in his pockets and, when Eric’s blonde head finally disappeared down the subway stairs, he turned and walked toward home.

#bittyparse #eric bittle #kent parson #kit purrson #omgcp #omgcp fanfic #omgcp fic #kent plays for the rangers #new york in summer #hope you like it!#parsepositive

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