author’s note: briefly interrupting the stranger things fics because i watched ragnarok and caught mad feels. the last time i wrote loki was like when i was 14 or some shit and it was really badly written lol. also this is like really fluffy?? which i hadn’t planned but stories can have a mind of their own ha. thor to follow probs
If Aelin Galathynius wasn’t already dreadfully excited at the thought of attending Hogwarts, she definitely became so the minute she ran through the 9 ¾ barrier. Her first steps onto the platform felt like she was walking on clouds instead of the hard cement. Rhoe and Evalin, Aelin’s flustered parents, could hardly keep up with the young eleven-year-old as she weaved through the crowd - somehow maneuvering around people even with a trolley stuffed with trunks being pushed in front of her. People practically jumped out of the way as she passed, pulling children close to save them from wheels rolling over little feet.
The Galathynius’ muttered quick apologies to disgruntled parents as they rushed to catch up to their little witchling. Unfortunately, the witch and her muggle husband were too late, which they realized as soon as they saw the overturned cart in the middle of a ten foot clearing of people. Their daughter stood with her hands on her hips - a stance she was getting too good at assuming - and bickering with a white-haired young wizard who was picking himself up from the ground.
“You’re crazy!” He exclaimed, brushing off his robes - generic black, so he must be a first year without a house yet.
Aelin scoffed, gesturing towards her upset cart with a incredibly expectant expression. “Excuse me, you are the one who ran in front of my trolley like a dementor is on your heels. The least you could do is help me put it back together again.”
The sneer that overtook the boy’s face does nothing more than send Aelin’s eyes rolling. “Well, princess, I believe you are the one who was hurtling around with reckless abandon. It surely is not my fault your cart ran over me!”
“Oh, no!” Aelin cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Did I accidentally hurt the itty bitty baby?” She mocked.
Rhoe and Evalin finally reach their daughter, her mother barely able to contain the squirming puppy in her arms. Rhoe set a hand on Aelin’s shoulder, a firm order to stand down, as the event had begun to gather a crowd. Evalin expertly slipped the small dog into the young witch’s arms, prohibiting the girl from starting any real fight.
The wizard scowled once more, tugged on the lapels of his robe self-righteously, and stalked away towards the quickly filling up train. Aelin’s parents made quick work of reassembling their daughter’s cart, and quickly pushed her and the dog towards the luggage and animal cars. Once they had her nicely packed away, they each kissed her on the cheek.
“Please try not to get into too many fights, Fireheart,” Her mother pleaded, her eyes shining with worry for her daughter’s safety.
Rhoe’s eyes however, were shining with mischief. “At least not right away.” Aelin grinned up at her father, hugged both her parents, and made an empty promise to play nice. Her mother just shook her head.
Suddenly, three long pulls from the horn alerted the family that the train was about to leave. Aelin was pushed hurriedly towards the door, which shut promptly behind her. Leaning out the window, she waved to her parents as the Hogwarts Express began to slowly move. She waited until Rhoe and Evalin were out of sight before turning to seek out a compartment, a late decision that she soon comes to regret.
After a particularly nasty fight with Ronan, Adam finds himself standing alone in his tiny apartment.
His hands are shaking with the effort to not turn around and go back to the Barns, and he almost wants to laugh at how afraid he is of this new thing between them coming to an end. It’s unreasonable to think that way, really. Adam knows they both care about each other too much to let a fight be the reason they call it quits. Their friendship has always been filled with arguments, some stupid and some not; and despite that, Ronan had still chosen him. On the small bed of his childhood bedroom, with a kiss as confession, he’d chosen Adam.
summary: you’re the girl yoongi left behind to pursue his music career. flash forward seven years, and you’re a lawyer representing a company suing bighit for copyright infringement. what happens when yoongi is still harboring feelings for you?
Returning home, you quickly change into comfier clothing before calling Kyungsoo on your landline, twirling the cord around in your hands.
“Kyungsoo, what’s up?”
“Hi, Y/N. Thanks for picking up when I called earlier.” Kyungsoo sarcastically responds.
“I was busy! My world doesn’t revolve around you, D.O.” You snort, adding in his nickname teasingly.
“Whatever you say. Anyways, I was asking what color you were going to wear tomorrow so that I could get a matching tie, but since you took so long to call back, I just got black.”
“Tomorrow?” You wonder out loud.
“Yes, Y/N, tomorrow. The charity gala. You forgot so soon?”
“Oh, right! Lucky you, it looks like I’m still free!” You recall. You can envision Kyungsoo rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone.
“We all know you were just going to watch dramas all weekend anyways. Let’s be real.”
“Hey! That’s not true! I was going to maybe order take out, too.” You protest.
“Okay.” He responds succinctly. Trust Kyungsoo to be the most straightforward person in the world.
You sigh in to the receiver. “What time are you picking me up tomorrow? I trust you’re picking me up, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll pick you up at five. Don’t be late, Y/N, we’re going to have to walk the red carpet thing they have set up for photos.” Kyungsoo warns, knowing your tendencies to run late. “Also, dress to kill. I can’t have my date embarrassing me, so you better not show up in that dumb pumpkin-looking shirt with the cars printed on it.”
“Kyungsoo! Are you my mother? I’ll dress really pretty for you, I promise.” You whine. Kyungsoo actually has no boundaries, something you admired most of the time. Most.
“Okay. Bye now, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kyungsoo hangs up without waiting for your response, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
You begin to sift through your closet in search of a suitable dress for the occasion, thanking the heavens for your wide array of formalwear. Perks of being an attorney. From its place on your bed, your phone chimes, signaling that you’ve received a text message. Curiously, you peek over at it, seeing that it’s from Yoongi.
Guilt seeps into your veins as you choose to ignore it. You’ve made your decision. It was out of line to be romantically involved with someone you were pinned against in the courtroom. If anyone found out, you would be removed from the case immediately for being biased. In any other situation, perhaps it would’ve been different…Yoongi had simply reappeared in your life in the wrong place and at the wrong time.
The next morning rolls around rather quickly, and you wake up at noon. As Kyungsoo had predicted, you’d binged dramas until about three in the morning before passing out. This was the routine you had set for yourself on the weekends. Although, admittedly, it did fuck up your sleep schedule pretty badly. Drowsily, you check your phone for the time, gasping when you see you have five more messages from Yoongi.
Min Yoongi: text me when you get home safely.
Min Yoongi: okay, or don’t. that’s fine too, y/n.
Min Yoongi: sleep well, beautiful
Min Yoongi: good morning~
Min Yoongi: are you even alive
The last text had been sent to you a mere minutes ago and your fingers itch to type a response back, but you fight the impulse off. Crawling out of bed, you decide to shower to take your mind off of things. When you step out of the shower, you check your messages again, feeling relieved to see there’s nothing new from Yoongi.
On the other hand, Wendy has sent you a text asking if you want to eat lunch with her. She lives a couple of blocks away from you — walking distance. You agree, and the two of you decide to meet up at a small restaurant nearby.
“Guess what?” Wendy is beaming as soon as you’ve taken a seat in the booth. “I got a promotion!”
“What? Wendy! I’m so happy for you! You worked your ass off for this, congrats.” You cheer, patting at her hand fervently in excitement.
“Thanks, Y/N. That is why lunch is on me.” She says proudly, pointing her thumbs towards herself victoriously.
“Well, I’m not one to turn down an offer of free lunch.” You shrug, giving her a pleased look.
When your food arrives, you snap a photo of Wendy and your meal, posting it on your social media with a short caption: when wendy buys you lunch…
After the two of you part ways, you pull your phone out again as you walk home.
Min Yoongi: so you can post stuff but not respond to my texts. i see how it is.
Gulping, you feel the guilt hitting you again. Well, at least he got the picture now, right?
Your mind is off of Yoongi as you dance around to music while getting ready for the gala. You take your time, allotting two whole hours before Kyungsoo is scheduled to arrive and heeding his warning about being late.
Minutes before he’s supposed to knock on your door, you take in your appearance in the mirror, giving yourself a thumbs up.
You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Y/N!
Giggling, you dramatically swing open the door when Kyungsoo presses on your doorbell, twirling around to show off your gown.
“Nice.” Kyungsoo says simply, nodding his head in approval.
“Yah, Do Kyungsoo! I did not spend two hours blending eyeshadow on my eyelid for you to give me a one word compliment.” You slap his arm. His expression remains the same, a sigh leaving your lips. “Okay, fine. ‘Nice’ is better than nothing, I suppose. A ‘nice’ from you is the equivalent of a ‘wow, Y/N, you’re so beautiful and I’m so glad you are going with me to this, you goddess!’ from anyone else.”
Kyungsoo crinkles his nose at your response, but smiles nonetheless. The two of you hop into the backseat of the car swiftly, making small talk along the way.
“So what can I expect from this gala?”
“Usually we have a toast in the beginning to the cause, and then dinner. Afterwards, there’s an auction and then everyone kind of just wanders around, socializing and dancing. It’ll be fun, Y/N.” Kyungsoo doesn’t have you convinced, as he utters the last few words quite unenthusiastically. You give him a look of disbelief and he sighs. “Okay, it’s kind of boring sometimes because you’re forced to talk to people. But since you’re with me, it’ll be less dull maybe.”
“Wow, Kyungsoo. You really have a way with words.” You coo, patting his shoulder in feigned approval. “Hey, at least I’m out on a Saturday night! That’s better than nothing.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Kyungsoo glares at you.
“You know my life is sad when I’m relying on you of all people to invite me to social events.” You sigh.
The car comes to a stop in front of the venue and you shuffle out of the car. Kyungsoo offers an arm for you to hold on to, to which you raise an eyebrow. He shoots a very threatening glare at you and you clutch onto his arm lightly, ascending the stairs into the building.
You’re greeted with the sight of a small carpet set-up, where guests are taking turns posing in front of a logo-filled backdrop. Kyungsoo and you step in front of the camera briefly. You give a small smile before being dragged to the dining area by your date.
“Hurry up before other guests try and make small talk, Y/N! Let’s find our table.” Kyungsoo whispers forcefully towards you, making an uncomfortable face.
He scans all the nameplates on the tables around the room, wandering to find your table with you attached to his arm.
“Here it is.” He pulls out your chair in a chivalrous gesture. Suho and Baekhyun are already seated at the table with their dates, and you say your greetings before allowing your eyes to drift around, taking in the names of the others at your table. You inhale sharply when you see Min Yoongi on the card directly to your right side.
However, Yoongi still hasn’t shown up when the toast is given, and you allow yourself to relax a little. Maybe he won’t show up at all.
You had just immersed yourself in a conversation with Suho when you see the chair next to you pull away from the table in the corner of your eye.Looking reluctantly to the side, your eyes are met with Yoongi’s. He seems rather angry as he takes in your appearance, eyes trailing down your dress.
“Yoongi.” You give him a thin lipped smile. He simply nods in response and you look to see who his date is.
She’s beautiful, a thin woman with tanned skin and blue-green hair falling in waves down her shoulders. She extends a hand towards you, and you grip it solidly.
“I’m Suran. It’s nice to meet you!” She chimes cheerfully.
You give a smile in response, finally putting a face to her name. Your eyes flicker between her and Yoongi.
What’s this feeling you are feeling right now? Was it…jealousy? You mentally curse as you realize you had told Yoongi everything about your love life without asking him about his. Did he like Suran? She’s cute and nice and talented, so why wouldn’t he? Why did he kiss you if he was obviously with Suran? You’re distracted by these feelings of insecurity throughout dinner and the auction.
“Y/N.” Kyungsoo is waving in front of your face. You blink a few times but aren’t fazed by his motions. He squeezes your hand that’s placed on the table in a manner that makes you feel like your bones are being crushed. “Earth to Y/N. Are you okay?”
Snapping out of it, you wince at his strong hold on your hand. “Yeah. I’m okay, just tired from binging too much drama last night.” You joke. “I think I’m going to go get a drink from the bar. Do you want anything?”
As Kyungsoo tells you he doesn’t want a drink, you try to look at Yoongi and Suran out of the corner of your eye. She’s laughing at something he’s said, almost spitting her water out. Yoongi is practically cackling, too, and you feel insanely jealous. What were they laughing at? Some kind of inside joke? They had to have been at least friends for a while, considering they worked together.
Sighing, you put your napkin on your and excuse yourself from the table, going to the bar to distract yourself with alcohol as per usual. Perching yourself on the leather stool, you order a drink and wait patiently for it.
Your neck snaps to the side to see Yoongi sitting on the stool next to yours, the legs creaking against the wooden floor.
“Sure.” You avoid his gaze.
“Didn’t know you were friends with Do Kyungsoo.” Yoongi remarks sullenly.
“I am. We met after I consulted for SM.” You shrug, thanking the bartender when your drink arrives in front of you.
“Do you have feelings for him?”
Your eyes shoot up to look into Yoongi’s, finding his expression to be unreadable.
“No, why would you think that? We’re just friends.”
“You looked awfully cozy back there. His hand was on yours.” Yoongi’s eyes narrow.
You stifle a chuckle, almost breaking your serious demeanor. What, he was jealous of Kyungsoo trying to break your hand? That was definitely not a display of affection.
“Well, I could say the same for you and Suran.” You shoot back defensively.
Yoongi snorts. “Not even, but maybe I’ll reconsider. At least Suran texts me back.”
“Okay, then maybe you should go back to her then instead of following me around.” You huff, taking a huge gulp of your drink and wincing at the sting of the alcohol burning down your throat.
Yoongi’s eyes soften a bit. “No, I wanted to talk to you the whole night. Why didn’t you text me back?”
“I was busy. Can’t I be busy?” You claim. You know that’s not the truth, but what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.
“Okay, fine. I’ll let you off easy just this once.” Yoongi’s eyes curve into a cute eye smile as he relaxes in his seat. “I missed you.”
You swear your heart stops beating for a little, and you lightly hit your chest in attempt to restart it, pretending you have a cramp or something. It sort of feels like your heart has cramped up. Curse Min Yoongi and his sweet, sweet words.
“I-I missed you, too.” You know you shouldn’t have said this, but you can’t help it. You really did, despite your pact with yourself to not become romantically involved with him again.
Yoongi is grinning his cute gummy grin now, and you feel your head spinning. That has to be one of your favorite sights in the world. His hand reaches out to lightly press against yours, the one that is wrapped around your drink. It’s as if his cool touch wakes you up, and you’re startled at the memory of your promise to yourself. No Min Yoongi. It was too risky.
“M-maybe we should get back to the table before Kyungsoo starts to worry about where I am.” You grit your teeth at your stuttering. You’re lying; Kyungsoo could care less where you crawled off to, but you had to make an excuse in order to avoid being sucked into Yoongi’s charms.
He reluctantly nods and follows you back to the table, hand lightly pressed against your back secretively the whole way. Butterflies are eating away at your insides, you swear. Without notice, the two of you slip back into your seats at the table again. No one seems to care that you’ve come back together because Baekhyun is in the midst of rambling. A million thoughts are coursing through your mind as you pretend to be interested in Baekhyun’s story like everyone else is.
You jolt in your seat when you feel the cold fingers of Yoongi crawling up your thigh, pushing your dress upwards. Thankfully, Baekhyun had just said something particularly funny, and everyone was falling over in fits of laughter. Looking over at Yoongi, you give him a silent warning as your eyes widen. He’s laughing politely at Baekhyun’s joke, ignoring your glare as his fingers trickle upwards, threateningly close to your core.
Nervously, you look down to see the tablecloth is thankfully long enough to cover your lap. The room is dark enough now so that no one would notice Yoongi’s hand in your crotch unless they were really paying attention. People are taking to the dance floor, and music is beating off of the walls.
Despite that, everyone is still seated at your table. Yoongi’s two fingers inch up far enough to hit the hem of your lace panties now, and you’re trembling in both anticipation and anxiety. Was he trying to kill you? Kyungsoo was only a couple of inches to the left of you.
You squirm a little, pretending like you’re adjusting your dress as you grip Yoongi’s wrist, looking frantically into his eyes.
“What are you doing?” You whisper towards him.
“Showing you how much I missed you.” Yoongi says out of the corner of his mouth, giving a fake grin at Baekhyun’s story again.
His fingers travel over your clothed clit before pressing down and rolling firmly. You bite back a whimper at the sudden sensation, opting instead to shove a large chunk of your leftover cake into your mouth. Relentlessly, he draws circles over the lace of your panties as you feel yourself growing wet. Yoongi seems to feel this too, and he gives you a smirk before dipping his fingers into your underwear. His pointer finger swirls around your entrance and drags your juices up towards your clit before his thumb replaces its place on your sensitive nub.
You shakily take a sip of your drink in attempt to act normal, trying your best to hold back your moans. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers into you, albeit rather slowly as not to attract attention. You bite down hard on your lip as he starts to move at a painstakingly slow pace, making sure to drag his fingers against your walls. As you start to feel tension build up in your stomach, clenching erratically, you decide it’s enough. Pushing his hand away from you, you stand up abruptly, causing Kyungsoo to look at you worriedly.
“What?” He asks.
“I have to pee.” You blurt out, turning to go to the bathroom. You hear Yoongi’s chair scrape against the floor as he gives a half-assed excuse. You step outside of the event room and into the hallway of the venue. Yoongi has caught up to you, tugging at your hand to let you know he’s there.
Fuck. You make the mistake of looking into his eyes, finding them full of lust. He gently pushes you against the wall and your lips connect hurriedly, as if trying to makeup for lost time. You mesh your lips together as if time is running out, his tongue swirling against yours needily. Yoongi pulls apart from you to pepper kisses down your neck, sucking furiously at the spot where your neck meets your shoulders.
“Did you enjoy teasing me at the table?” You sputter, trying your best to convey a tone of annoyance.
“Yes. And by the looks of how your walls were clamping down on my fingers, so did you.” He smirks against your skin, hot breath causing shivers to run down your spine.
“What do you want, Yoongi?” You’re not coming off annoyed like you want, instead sounding weak and breathless.
“I want you to suck my dick.” He presses himself flat against your body, and you gasp at the feeling of his erection against your backside.
Turning around to face him slowly, you notice his eyes are black, pupils fully blown out. The lighting is dim in the hallway, and you look around first to see if anyone is outside. No one is around, and you’re far enough down the hallway that perhaps no one would notice even if they were to come outside of the main room.
Hands fumbling, you struggle to unbutton Yoongi’s dress pants. He nudges your hands aside to unzip himself for you, shoving his pants down to the middle of his thighs. His cock practically jumps out at you and you swallow, hard, looking up at him expectantly.
“Hurry.” He whispers as he leans against the wall, forehead against his arm with you trapped between his body and the wall. “I’ve been hard for so long I think I might explode if you make me wait any longer.”
Eyes still locked with him, you take him in your mouth slowly, giving small kitten licks to the head. He gazes down at you lazily, eyes half-lidded. Sliding his length further in your mouth, you press your tongue flat against his shaft, sucking as hard as you can. Gripping him at the base, you find a consistent pace, dragging him in and out while ensuring that you swirl your tongue around his tip each time.
After you speed up, Yoongi finally lets out a grunt and your heart sputters at the familiar sound you’ve missed more than you knew.
“Right there, baby.” His voice is husky as you gag on his dick uncontrollably, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Doing your best to bite back the tears, you try and deep throat him as far as you can go.
Swallowing down, you glance up at him again. His eyes are shut, and you can feel his balls tighten, signaling he’s close to the end. Bobbing your head faster, you return to your fast pace in order to send him over the edge. His legs tense up and you feel his cum hit the back of your throat, hot and erratic. His eyes open again to admire you swallowing his release, and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before standing up. Yoongi shoves you against the wall again, tongue flickering into your mouth immediately as he engages you in a passionate kiss that makes your knees weaken. His hands are pressed around your face and you moan into his mouth languidly.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” Yoongi whispers in your ear.
“You’re just saying that because I sucked you off in public.” You groan, looking away from him as your words hit you. You just did that.
“No, not only that, but just in general.” Yoongi’s hand strokes your shoulder.
Pursing your lips, you look down at your feet. “Pull your pants up, Yoongi. I’m going back in before someone notices how long I’ve been in ‘the bathroom’.”
Silently, you trudge back into the main room, pulling your phone out to check your lipstick. Yup. It’s all gone, and you can only see traces of the dark berry lipstick around the edges of your lips. You rub furiously at it and reapply, guaranteeing it’s perfect again before taking a seat at the table.
Thankfully, Baekhyun is going on about yet another thing that happened while he was on tour, and no one pays any attention to your return. Well, except Kyungsoo.
“Y/N. What took so long?” Kyungsoo’s eyes narrow in suspicion.
“Uh, there was a line for the bathroom.” You lie pathetically.
“Okay, whatever you say, Y/N. You’re so weird sometimes, you know that?” Kyungsoo sighs, letting it slide, but his eyes tell you he knows you’re lying.
Smiling nervously back at him, you shrug, pretending to be interested in your drink from earlier. Turning to your right, you notice Suran has disappeared somewhere, probably off to the dance floor. At least she wouldn’t be saying anything about both you and Yoongi disappearing. You could very possibly die of embarrassment. Clearing his throat, Yoongi comes back to the table, garnering your attention. You cringe when you notice that he has smears of your dark lipstick around his lips.
Trying desperately to get his attention, you motion for him to wipe it away with his napkin, attempting to look casual despite the panic rising in you.
“Yoongi, you have a little something here.” Kyungsoo quips. “I think your lipstick smeared.”
Well, fuck. Grimacing, you see Kyungsoo giving you an amused look as his eyes are trained on your lips, looking over at Yoongi’s when you make eye contact.
“Please don’t say anything.” You plead quietly. Yoongi seems to be unfazed by Kyungsoo’s discovery, instead giving him an intense stare that seems to be triumphant in nature, as if he’s claiming you as strictly his.
“It’s none of my business what you do. I really could care less, Y/N.” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and returns Yoongi’s stare with a falsely sweet smile. With that, he stands up and ushers the rest of the people at the table to the dance floor.
“What, Kyungsoo wants to dance? Is the world ending?” Baekhyun echoes surprisedly, but agrees, happily skipping off to dance and leaving you and Yoongi alone at the table. You bless the heavens for Kyungsoo, knowing he has willingly risked embarrassing himself on the dance floor in order to leave Yoongi and you alone. Regret is overpowering your senses as you come to terms with what you just did with Yoongi, and so soon after vowing to avoid him at all costs.
“Listen, Yoongi.” You bite your lip. Yoongi’s eyes are lit up, and he gives you a gummy grin. “That was a mistake.”
His smile falters, and you see him switch into ‘cold Yoongi’ mode again, as he always does in the face of emotional encounters.
“Okay.” Yoongi seems uncertain of what to say, before shaking his head bitterly. “Yeah, a mistake.”
“You know things like that can’t happen between us given the case we’re both involved in. That was the last time.” You muse. Yoongi sits there silently, his eyes piercing.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends! We should get coffee together some day. I like doing my work at coffee shops.” You blurt out. Suddenly, you’re reluctant to completely burn your bridges.
“I thought I was a mistake.” Yoongi spits out venomously.
“Okay, fine. I’ll just go with Kyungsoo…as always.” You shrug, muttering the last bit to yourself.
Yoongi springs forward in his seat abruptly. “No, wait! I can find some room in my schedule. I have work to do, too.”
Pleased, you smile timidly at him, and although he still seems a bit hurt, he returns the smile halfheartedly. Your tense conversation with Yoongi is interrupted by Kyungsoo, who has returned to the table.
“Okay, lovebirds. I’m sorry to steal Y/N from you, but we’re leaving now.” Kyungsoo steps in.
“Why?” You subconsciously whine out.
“Mark just called me from a bar. He’s super drunk and disoriented, so we have to go pick him up before he gets killed.” Kyungsoo gives you an authoritative look. Sighing, you grab your clutch and offer Yoongi an apologetic smile.
“I’ll text you?” You’re supposed to say it firmly, but it comes out sounding like a question.
“Sure.” Yoongi’s hair falls over his eyes and he brushes it to the side, his eyes anxious.
“Bye. Tell Suran it was nice meeting her for me.” With that, you leave the venue and a very confused Yoongi behind.
It’s only a few days later when you and Yoongi agree to have your coffee date. Date meaning a platonic friend meet-up. Right? You’re not so certain about this point, but you know it should be.
Your heart sinks strangely when you see a text from Yoongi telling you he can’t leave the studio, but your hopes are resurrected when he suggests you come over and do work there. He says that his work be nice background music, as long as you don’t mind. Which you don’t. Knowing yourself, you were so ecstatic to be around Yoongi again that you wouldn’t even mind if he was in a heavy metal band and you had to work on your paperwork with screaming noises in the background. You would do anything to spend time with him again, to make up for the years lost. But in a platonic way, right?
You decide to pick up some coffee on your way to his studio, and you show up holding them in your hands.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that.” Yoongi seems rather tense, eyes flickering around the room nervously when he opens the door.
“Think of this as me repaying you for last time.”
Dark circles lay underneath his eyes, and he looks pale and drained. Did he pull an all-nighter? Has he eaten food? Worries swamp through your mind as you take in his appearance. His hair is in a beanie, and he’s dressed casually in sweats and a hoodie.
It’s cute. He looks rather disheveled, but in a way you used to always admire.
Wait, what were you thinking? Yoongi is your friend. Friends don’t think other friends are cute. When did you ever think Kyungsoo or Mark were cute? Never. Mentally slapping yourself, you take a seat next to Yoongi, at a desk that’s rather empty beside his music equipment he’s toiling away on.
Curiously, you peer over at the various switches and buttons, furrowing your brow in confusion.
“How do you know what does what?” You pose a question.
Yoongi shrugs, eyes finally meeting yours. “I don’t know. I just do.”
You feel your face growing hot as you remember what you had done with Yoongi just a mere couple of days ago. Flustered, you turn to pull your paperwork out.
Yoongi looks strained at the sight of your casework.
“Are you supposed to do that around me? I mean, I’m involved in that case.”
“Are you going to spy on my work? I trust you.” You give him a curious look.
“No, it’s just…do you have to do that here?” Yoongi pulls his beanie off, tossing it onto the table and pushing his hands through his hair.
“The case isn’t just going to go away, Yoongi.” You’re mildly annoyed now, and it seems like Yoongi is just as frustrated.
“But it can.” He mumbles under his breath, but you catch it, the thought lingering in the back of your mind as you both resume your work.
About an hour in, you pause to look at Yoongi. He’s scrunching his face into a look of pure concentration as he nods his head slightly to the sounds coming out of his headphones. Clicking the mouse furiously and hitting random buttons, he’s completely invested in his music at the minute. You’re not sure he would notice if you left the room.
It’s…sexy? He’s fully immersed in his work, and you can tell he’s dissatisfied that it isn’t perfect. You bet he’s been working on this one song for forever, tweaking it until it’s flawless. Your eyes trickle down to admire his hands. His veins are visible through his skin, faintly blue and protruding slightly. His fingers are incredibly long, and you bite your lip when you recall the feeling of them inside of you.
“Can you stop that?”
Snapping out of your trance, you look up to see Yoongi giving you an exasperated stare.
“Stop what?” You inquire.
“Looking at me like that.” He smooths his hair down nervously again. It’s a complete mess on his head, and his actions are not helping in the least, but it’s a good look on him nonetheless. “Biting your lip like that.” His eyes darken at the last part, glancing at your lip embedded between your teeth.
“Sorry.” You whisper, holding his gaze. He leans in ever so slightly, a hand reaching out to grasp your face gently. His thumb rolls over your lip, pulling it out from between your teeth. It’s swollen and red, and the feeling of the rough pad of his finger causes shivers to run down your body.
Your eyelashes flutter against your skin as you lean in closer, closing your eyes as you savor the feeling of his touch. His breath is on your lips as his chair creaks, signaling he’s closing the distance. Your breath hitches in anticipation of his kiss, but the sound of the doorknob fumbling breaks the two of you apart. You jolt apart, trying to maintain a casual appearance of working on your respective work.
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t know you had a guest here.”
Namjoon is standing in the doorway tentatively and you hear Yoongi let out a huge sigh before turning to face him.
“No, it’s fine. You can come in and do whatever you need to do.”
Namjoon grins at Yoongi’s invitation in, and you turn around to greet him.
“Hi, Y/N! Uhh…” He trails off, rubbing the back of his head. “What are you doing here?”
You still, searching frantically for something to say.
“She’s just here to ask me some questions.” Yoongi cuts in, saving the day. You nod furiously.
Namjoon accept your excuse, shrugging before plopping himself down on the couch on the opposite side of the room. Turning back around, you do your best to focus on your work, but you can’t help but steal glances at Yoongi besides you, biting your lip again.
However, you catch him looking at you, too, and you quickly avert your eyes, blushing. The next time you glance at him, he’s smirking his cocky smirk again. You can’t help it. Dirty thoughts are sweeping through your brain and tingles overtake you as fantasies play out in your head. It’s as if Yoongi can read your mind, and his hand lingers over yours on the table, fingers tickling your skin ever so slightly as he grabs your hand.
The sound of Namjoon coughing in the back causes Yoongi to swiftly retract his hand in fear of him seeing his affectionate action.
“Hyung, are you going to that corporate party this weekend?” Namjoon speaks up from his spot on the couch.
Yoongi licks his lips, providing a distraction for your thoughts. He seems to say something in response, but you don’t know what it is as you’re too busy thinking about his tongue.
“Y/N?” He waves his hand in front of your face. “Did you hear what I said?”
“N-No, sorry. What was it?” You blush.
Yoongi smirks, knowing what you’re distracted by, but speaks as if nothing is wrong. “I asked if you wanted to go to the corporate party with me.”
As if he just remembered Namjoon is there, he adds in. “You know, in case you ever get into patents or something. Just for the experience. It’s for a music device company.”
You turn around to look at Namjoon, who doesn’t look like he has an issue with Yoongi’s invitation.
“Sure. I’d love to go.”
Yoongi arrives to pick you up from your apartment about half an hour early, and you’re still in the middle of doing your makeup when he rings the doorbell. Cursing under your breath, you finish what you’re in the middle of doing before opening up for him.
“You’re early, Yoongi.” You whine, covering your face as you know you’re only halfway made-up and surely looking like a clown at the moment.
“Sorry, there was less traffic than I thought.” He gives a half-assed excuse, shrugging his shoulders and inviting himself into your apartment. He looks around your room, picking up things on your shelf and admiring photographs you have laying around while you sit at your vanity finishing your makeup.
One particular photo is of you with Mark, laughing while on the grass at a park. Yoongi takes great interest in this one frame, picking it up and glaring rather ferociously at it. Coldly, he shows it to you and asks, “Is this your ex?”
Sparing a glance at the image, you shake your head best you can while curling your eyelashes. “Just my friend Mark.”
“How many goddamn guy friends do you have?” He groans, putting the photo down and throwing himself on your bed. He props his elbows up, resting his chin in his hands as he watches you doing your mascara intently.
You ignore his small outburst, concentrating on brushing through your lashes.
“Do you have to do that? You look beautiful without it.” Yoongi wonders out loud. You give him a pointed look in the reflection of the mirror, again ignoring him.
Applying lipstick meticulously, you stand up and grab your dress before heading into your bathroom to change.
“You don’t have to go in there to change, you know. I’ve seen it all.” Yoongi is smirking. Scoffing, you close the door behind you, slipping into your dress quickly before stepping back into your room to spritz on perfume.
Yoongi’s jaw drops as he takes in the image of you in your slinky dress. “Y/N, I don’t think you should wear that out.”
Looking down, terrified, you respond, “Why, does it look ugly?”
Yoongi stands up from his place on the bed to tug the bottom of your dress down. He gasps as the top reveals more of your cleavage, and tugs the top up. This causes your legs to be further exposed, and he groans, putting his head on your shoulder.
“I can never win.” He grumbles.
“Yoongi, what’s wrong with my dress?” You huff, shoving him off of you.
“It’s just, your legs look too good. And your…” His words trail off as he glances quickly at your chest, causing you to cross your arms in front of it to shield yourself.
“Perv.” You slap at his arm.
“I think you should change.” He gives you a demanding look, pointing at your closet.
“No. I’m going out in this.” You roll your eyes and move away to put your shoes on, bending down to adjust the straps.
“Please don’t bend over like that.” You hear Yoongi groan from behind you, and you turn to see his face in his hands. Rolling your eyes again, you grab your clutch and his arm, dragging him out of the apartment.
He drives stiffly to the party, eyes nervously glancing over at you the whole time. You’re mildly flattered by his anxious state, pleased that you could still have this strong of an effect on him. The two of you walk into the party, taking your seat at a table. Chanyeol is seated there, chattering wildly to his date about God knows what, and after you greet him, Yoongi pulls your chair out for you before sitting next to you. He adjusts his chair so it’s super close, and puts his hand casually on your thigh. The heat of his hand on your bare skin is hard to ignore, and you try to keep your breathing equal in fear of him noticing how affected you were.
Thankfully, a distraction arrives in the form of Jinyoung arriving. He smiles sweetly at all of you, his body shielding his guest. When he sits down, you freeze. Yoongi notices this, squeezing your thigh tightly as he gives you a reassuring glance. He seems to think that you’re nervous in the presence of Jinyoung, but he couldn’t be more wrong.
It’s as if you’ve been struck by lightning and your whole body was frying. Goosebumps rise on your arms as the room literally feels like it’s chilled a couple of degrees. Seated right across the table from you is him.
“Guys, this is my friend from law school.” Jinyoung pipes cheerfully. “Im Jaebum.”
Jaebum’s gaze finally lands on you, and his eyes flicker at your attire before traveling back up to your face, a shit-eating grin plastered on his features.
“Jaebum, this is Yoongi and Y/N. Y/N is working on the opposite side in the case I’m on at the moment, so she’s the competition.” Jinyoung jokes.
Jaebum smirks, and you squirm in your seat out of discomfort.
“There’s no need for introductions, I know who Y/N is.”
You swear you stop breathing. What kind of bad luck did you have? What was the probability of running into both Min Yoongi and Im Jaebum in chance situations all in a couple of weeks?
If he hadn’t cheated on you, you’d probably think he was looking fine tonight. His hair is slicked back smoothly, a stark black tone, and his trusty old silver hoops are on his ears. He’s dressed in a sleek motorcycle jacket, over his dress clothes. But to you, the familiar sight of his attire and demeanor is unbelievably sleazy.
“How do you know each other?” Jinyoung cuts in, and Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at you curiously.
“Oh, we barely know each other.” You lie blatantly. But of course, Jaebum won’t let it slide.
“I wouldn’t say barely. In fact, we know each other, quite well. Wouldn’t you agree, babe?” Jaebum throws a not-so-lowkey wink at you. As if his words are physical blows, you flinch at his use of ‘babe’.
Yoongi’s grip on your thigh is like steel now, and his teeth are gritted as he smiles rather forcefully at you.
Jinyoung chimes in again. “Wow, you guys dated or something, Y/N?” His question is directed solely at you.
“Um, yeah. You could say that.” You deadpan, and the conversation dies at that. The silence that swallows the table is unbearably uncomfortable, and your eyes remain glued to the white tablecloth. Yoongi’s hand is still on your thigh, and you can tell he’s irked by Jaebum’s words, too.
Chanyeol clears his throat, and engages in a conversation with Yoongi. Jinyoung and Jaebum resume conversation with each other, and you’re left sitting quietly in your seat, eyes looking anywhere but at Jaebum. You’re quite certain if you did look at him that you would find his eyes trained on you like a hawk.
So, you decide to escape to the bar to get a drink, your go-to move at awkward events such as this. Excusing yourself, you give Yoongi a timid smile as you remove his hand from your thigh and smooth your dress down. You’ve just taken a seat at the bar with your drink when you sense someone behind you.
Shrugging it off as Yoongi, you ignore it. However, when the figure leans up against the bar, too close for comfort, you realize it’s not Yoongi, but instead Jaebum.
His lips are curled into a smirk and he’s leaned in so close that you can smell his cologne. He still wears the one he used to wear, one that you gifted him for his birthday when you were together. You recall thinking it was great back then, but now it seems like the most overwhelming scent in the world, and you want nothing more than to distance yourself from the fumes radiating from Jaebum’s body.
Ordering a beer, Jaebum looks down at you, sneering in what you assume he attempt to be in a seductive manner.
“How have you been, Y/N? Long time no see.”
You glance at your cocktail nervously, twirling the straw around as you sip quietly on it.
“I’ve been good.” You state simply.
“You look good.” Jaebum doesn’t try to conceal how obviously he’s raking his eyes up and down your body. The hairs on your arm raise as your body tenses up. You fight off the desire to cover yourself with something, anything, as you suddenly feel weak and exposed.
“Thanks.” You mumble emotionlessly, avoiding eye contact by all means.
He steps in even closer. You’re practically pressed against his chest and he sneers again. “You know, I never should’ve cheated on you.” He breathes in your ear. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Jaebum is leaning in to kiss you, and you thankfully turn you head away as soon as you notice his advances. Your breath is caught in your throat and your heart is racing, but not in the same way as when Yoongi is close by. Instead, it’s out of fear when you’re around Jaebum.
Out of nowhere, hands reach out to push Jaebum away from you. Yoongi is gripping him by the collar instantaneously, arm cocked back perilously, his hand clenched in a tight fist. Flames are spitting out of his eyes.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jaebum demands, eyes widening in disbelief.
“She obviously doesn’t want you. Back the fuck off.” Yoongi hisses aggressively.
“That’s for her to decide, not you.” Jaebum smirks despite the fact that Yoongi could knock the shit out of him at any moment. Yoongi practically growls, his arm pulling back further threateningly.
“Stop it, Yoongi! Stop!” You break up his hold on the other man, pushing him back by his chest.
“What is this, Y/N? Is something going on between the two of you?” Jaebum cocks an eyebrow as he looks at your hands still laying flat on Yoongi’s chest.
Retracting your hands quickly, you panic. “No! Nothing.”
Hurt sweeps over Yoongi’s features as he gives you a pained expression, and he opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out.
“So what happens between Y/N and me shouldn’t be any of your business, Min Suga.” Jaebum spits out his stage name venomously.
Animosity surges through Yoongi’s veins. “It becomes my business when sleaze bags like you prey on women right in front of me.” Yoongi’s shooting daggers at Jaebum, and it’s perhaps the scariest thing in the world. If you were Jaebum, you’d be quaking in your boots right now.
“Whatever. This isn’t over.” Jaebum winks at you over his shoulder as he turns around to go back to the table. “I’ll see you around.”
A shudder rolls over your body, and Yoongi brings you tightly into an embrace.
“Are you okay?” He asks you, hands running up and down your body soothingly.
Nodding tearfully, you pull apart from him.
“Can we go?”
Yoongi nods, and he takes you home immediately, not saying another word to the people at the table and pulling you out of the party swiftly. In the car ride home, you can sense that something is bothering him, but you are too shaken up by seeing Jaebum again that you don’t ask why. Instead, the two of you sit in silence, the only sound the buzzing of the radio.
When you arrive home, he follows you in and tucks you into bed. Moments later, he returns to your room with a mug of tea. Setting it down on the table, he turns wordlessly to leave. Reaching out to grab his hand, you tug him backwards towards your bed.
“Stay.” Your voice is quiet, muffled by the sheets covering your mouth partially.
“I thought we were nothing.” Yoongi spits bitterly, head lowered.
“Yoongi, you know I had to say that. Jaebum knows about the case, and he would totally rat us out.” You sigh, not wanting to argue tonight.
“Always so fuckin’ professional.” The bitterness in his voice fades away slowly, and a new venom seeps in in its place. “Who is that asshole, anyways?”
“I dated him in college for awhile.”
“That was him?” Yoongi pieces things together. “Did you love him?” His eyes are dark, unreadable.
“Y-Yes.” You admit painstakingly. “But I think it was only because he reminded me so much of you. I was vulnerable, and he helped alleviate my pain. Only temporarily, though, because he ripped me a new one.”
You wince at the memories before continuing. “He cheated on me.”
Your voice comes out a whisper, almost silent, but Yoongi hears it loud and clear. The strong loo on his face falters, and his eyes soften drastically as he clutches at your hand.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. He obviously doesn’t deserve you.” Yoongi shoves the covers aside and slips into bed with you, turning you to the side as he faces you, his strong arms holding you tightly against him.
“And you do?” You whisper again. Your noses are brushing against each other lightly.
“I don’t either.”
Wordlessly, he closes the gap in between you.
a/n: goddammit that took so long for me to write!! y/n is so on and off,, i hate her. how can i hate someone i made up?? hmmm…i just do. HAHA but aren’t we all really indecisive sometimes? this is definitely much longer than previous chapters, which i am thoroughly satisfied with. :-)
Fenris/f!Hawke, 1549 words, sfw. I know, I know, it’s been done to death, but I had to explore the ideological divide between those two. Bittersweet and funny, at least, or so I’d like to think.
“Is that—Anders’s manifesto? You of all people have read Anders’s manifesto?”
Fenris’s gaze is dark when Hawke looks up from the pamphlet. “Have you?”
“You know I don’t read anything unless there are dragons in it,” she answers, flipping through the pages. No need, really—she knows the gist of it well enough by now. The Maker-damned thing has been left lying around often enough for her to recognise it without even having to read the title, written in commanding type with Varric’s printing blocks. “Is it just to better counter his arguments the next time the topic of mage rights comes up?”
The set of his jaw hardens in answer to the amusement that seeps into her voice. “He’s possessed. He cannot be reasoned with.”
“You must be from the bride’s side,” a bored-sounding, deep
male voice asked.
Molly looked up from her piece of the cake into the
mesmerizing blue-green eyes of the handsomest man she’d ever seen. She was too
stunned to say anything for a moment, but when his expression changed to
expectation, she finally found her tongue. “Um, would you believe neither?” At
his raised eyebrow, she sighed quietly. “It’s a long, painful, and embarrassing
He looked mildly interested. “Does it involve murder?”
What an odd question.
“Um, no, just heartache.”
The man let out a heavy sigh. “I suppose that’s better than
nothing.” He sat down in the empty seat next to her.
She held out her hand. “Molly Hooper.”
“Sherlock Holmes,” he said, ignoring her right hand in favor
of taking her left.
Molly felt a tingle in her hand as he examined it and could
feel her cheeks turning pink. She would’ve taken her hand back but she couldn’t
help liking the attention. He examined her ring finger and her chewed nails.
“You were engaged for almost a year, going by the tan lines
on your left ring finger, but it ended quite recently and, going by your nails,
“Um, yes. While my fiancé … former fiancé, Tom didn’t leave
me at the altar, he did leave me at our engagement party. Today was supposed to
be my wedding day.”
Sherlock’s eyes widened slightly. “This was the Watsons’
first choice of venue but it was booked solid until another wedding cancelled.”
“Yes, that would be mine.”
“My sympathies.” It sounded more like something he was
expected to say than something he actually felt.
“Um, thanks. The caterer, Marie, is a good friend of mine.
She knew I’d be alone today so she suggested I come as her guest. At first, I
thought she was crazy, but then I realized this is exactly what I needed – all
the beauty and fun of a wedding without the pressure.”
“And without the arsehole of a fiancé-turned-husband.”
She smiled a bit. “Exactly. The last I heard, he was on the
Continent, ‘finding himself.’” She poked at her piece of cake. “What’s left of
my family was very understanding about my engagement ending. Most of them had
told me not to marry him anyway. It’s amazing how other people can notice a
problem relationship before the couple themselves.”
“You were too blinded by sentiment to see it.”
“Probably – they say love is blind.” She grinned as she
started ticking off on her fingers. “Not to mention deaf, dumb, and
Sherlock smirked. “I love meeting a fellow cynic.”
Molly giggled. “Oh, it’s just a phase for me. I’m sure I’ll
be back to my usual sunshine and rainbows before long.”
“December, 1963 (Oh What a Night!)” started playing.
Sherlock stood then held out his hand, smiling a bit.
“Then may I have this dance while we’re both still cynics?”
Summery: Benny and Jenny Weir are the dynamic duo or as their cousin Stiles Stilinski calls them the terrible twosome.
Both having inherited special powers from their parents they are always in trouble, so when they get kicked out of Whitechapel after irritating the resident vampires and are shipped off to Beacon hills Stiles begins to see just how much trouble his baby cousins can be.
Teen Wolf/ My Babysitters A Vampire Crossover
“Come on up guys you’re gonna make me late I gotta pick up Scott.” Stiles yelled as he thumped on Benny’s bedroom door before heading down the hall to do the same to Jenny’s, he was surprised to see the pair emerge down stairs moments later without a fuss.
Stiles smiled kindly at Jenny who was a spitting image of his mother she had on a pair of white washed skinny jeans and one of her brothers hockey jerseys, she was in the hallway shoving on her scruffy white trainers when her brother jumped down the stairs grinning at his sister. He had on a white and red striped shirt, jeans and his old shoulder bag that used to be Stiles’ when he was in kindergarten.
“Ok let’s go in the Jeep, bye Dad.” Stiles yelled grabbing Jenny’s backpack from the kitchen counter, he handed it to her as he unlocked the car and felt a stirring sadness settle deep in his stomach.
He remembered what it had felt like to lose his mom and he was glad he had Scott to help him through it but to be forced to move in with strangers just ten years after losing both parents and their Grandfather was a pain Stiles couldn’t and didn’t want to comprehend.