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giddyupponyboy · 5 years ago

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Jealousy

Anonymous asked: Can I please request a imagine where the ready is Dallas total opposite best friend (she is really kind and sweet) and a soc flirts with her and Dallas gets protective and possessive and admits he is inlove with her?

Anonymous asked: hi! could you write about the reader going out with dally and getting into trouble for the first time and they end up getting jumped by socs? protective dally is so hot

Warnings: swearing, blood, really really long (4018 words to be exact)

a/n: haha guess who got carried away again!! I mean, I tried to make this one longer anyways because I combined two requests in one. They were very similar so I hope y’all are okay with that!! also, I tried to shake up the ending a bit because I feel like all my imagines end the same,, credit to @bisvtori for the photo

protective dally is so hot i love it mm

“A board game?” Dally questioned with disgust. “You guys really thing I’m gonna sit here and play a board game?”

“C’mon, Dal.” Pony sighed. “We’ve been going out a lot lately. We should just stay inside tonight.” He said, trying to reason with the hot-headed boy.

Dally sat there and scoffed. “Not even cards?”

“What wrong with a board game, Dal?” Johnny asked, helping Pony set up the board.

“Yeah c’mon it’ll be fun.” Two-Bit said, taking a sip of his beer. Soda and Steve handed the colorful bills out to everyone sitting at the table while Dally sat there in disbelief.

“You guys are crazy if you think I’m gonna spend my Friday night playing a board game.” He stood up and pushed his chair in forcefully. “I’ll see you around.”

“Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out!” Steve called. Dally flipped him off as he walked out of the house, letting the screen door slam loudly behind him. As he walked down the steps of the porch, he saw (y/n) walking through the gate.

“Hi, Dal!” She greeted him with a warm smile. She closed the gate behind her and walked up to him

“Hey, (y/n).” He greeted back.

“Where are you headed?”

“Anywhere but here. They’re playing board games.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and dug his boot in the dirt at his feet.

“Yeah, I know.” She smiled. “Pony invited me. You’re not staying?”

“No. It’s Friday.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “It doesn’t matter what day of the week it is, Dal. It’s what you make of it that matters.”

“Okay well let’s make something of it. Can’t make much happen sitting inside and playing board games.”

“I don’t wanna ditch Pony.” She said sadly, trying to push past him.

He grasped her shoulders with her strong hands, stopping her before she could take a step further. “C’mon (y/n), it’ll be fun.” She stared up at him, unphased by his words. He sighed heavily before making a compromise. “Okay, if you ain’t having fun I’ll bring you back here.”

“Dal-“

“Just a couple’a hours, (y/n), I promise.”

She contemplated for a moment. “Okay, fine.” Dally smiled triumphantly as he grabbed her hand and led her out of the yard. “But only a couple of hours, then I’m coming back here.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He said, brushing her off. He led her to his car, unlacing his fingers from hers as he walked over to the driver’s side.

She stood at the front of the car and kept her arms crossed as he hopped in. He stuck his head out the window. “You getting in or not?”

She huffed in response, “You can at least be a gentleman if you’re gonna drag me out like this.”

He rolled his eyes and got back out of his car. He glared at her as he walked past. “Anything for you, princess.” He said in a condescending tone. He opened the door and motioned for her to get inside.

“Thank you.” She said, climbing into the passenger’s seat. Dally quickly made his way back around to the driver’s side. He climbed in, adjusting his mirrors and casually checking himself out.

“Where are we going?” She asked. Dally started turned the ignition and the engine came alive with a loud roar.

“You’ll see.” He smirked before shifting into drive and speeding off.

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy her adventures with Dallas. There was nothing else like it. Open road, the music turned up, the windows down. They had done this many times before. It brought them closer each time. Dally was the one person she was able to tell almost everything to, and she was always there for him as well. Whenever he got into a bad fight, she was always there to patch him up. Not to mention, she was there the entire time he was on and off with Sylvia. He cared about her more than he’d ever be willing to admit, and what they had between each other was special.

She breathed in deeply, inhaling the fresh summer air as it flowed through her hair. She stuck her head slightly out the window, taking it all in. Dally rarely took the streets in town, instead taking the highway that surrounded the perimeter. Less traffic, less lights, and a perfect view of the scenery untouched by civilization. The sun was setting on the horizon, shades of purple and orange painting the sky. Dally looked over at her, noticing her content state. He smiled to himself, enjoying the sight of her.

She instinctively looked over to him, and he quickly looked back at the road, hoping she didn’t notice him staring.

She turned the radio down to speak to him. “Dal, can you tell me now?” She asked.

“We’ll be there soon.” He said, gripping the wheel tighter and increasing his speed slightly. They sat in silence, listening to music and enjoying the rest of the ride.

Dally eventually made his way back into town, turning down various side streets and finally stopping outside a busy looking bar. The sun had completely set by then, the streetlamps and building lights illuminating the strip. “That’s the place.” Dally said, pointing to the bar. Before she could say anything, he drove off, eventually stopping at the back of the building.

“Dal, are we even allowed to be here?” She asked cautiously, eyeing down the individuals that were loitering on the outside.

He turned the car off, the rumble of the engine halting abruptly. He stuffed his keys into his pocket before pulling out a cigarette and lifting it to his lips.

“Don’t worry, doll. We’ll be fine.” He assured her coolly, lighting the cigarette. They both climbed out of the car and she rushed to his side, wary of those that surrounded the bar.

“I think I’d rather be at Pony’s right now,” she said quietly to him.

Dally put his arm around the small of her back and slowly walked her to the door. “C’mon (y/n), I won’t let anything happen to you. Alright?” He said reassuringly, but that didn’t ease her discomfort. Still, she felt a little better with his arm around her. She moved closer to him, sticking to him like glue.

There were many people of all walks in this bar, all divided by grouping. Socs on one side, greasers on the other. It was amazing they could be in such close quarters and be so civil with one another. But she did notice the occasional piercing glare from one end of the bar to another between the groups. The rivalry was still aflame, just toned down. She didn’t want to know what would happen if a fight broke out.

Dally walked her up to the bar. “You wait here, I’m just gonna go say hi to a few people.” He put his cigarette out on the ashtray before turning back to her. “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and he turned to leave, disappearing into the crowd. She sat at the bar; her hands clammy from nervousness. She kept them clasped together as her elbows rested on the bar in front. She wasn’t used to this many people, and the environment was unfamiliar to her which added to her slight anxiety.

She gazed at the intricate bottles of alcohol that were on the various shelves behind the bartenders. Each one unique and beautiful in its own way. She had never touched the stuff too often, but she did note that the bottles made it look much more enticing than it was.

She was stuck in her thoughts when someone approached her from the side.

“Hey,” the voice was cool and calm. It cut right through the music and she turned her head to the source. A soc boy. Blonde fluffy hair, khakis and a nice shirt. He quite easy on the eyes as well. Soc boy or not, she was shy with anyone of the opposite gender. She felt her face heat up as she made eye contact with him.

She averted her gaze as she replied. “Hello.”

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this all by yourself?” He asked, leaning in. Even though it was quite dark, the light that hung above the bar was bright enough for her to see his hazel eyes.

“I’m here with my friend.” She explained, not wanting to continue the conversation.

“Some friend they must be, leaving you here alone.” He bit his lip as he looked at her up and down. “Some folks in here wouldn’t be so kind to you.”

“I think I’ll be fine.”

He leaned in again, so close she could feel his warm breath on her ear. “Let me buy you a drink, doll.” He paused for a moment. “I’ll make worth your while”

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to cause a scene, and she didn’t want to stay there any longer.

She slowly began to shift herself out of her seat when she saw the boy get thrown from his stool onto the floor. Most of the chatter came to a halt as Dally towered over the boy, a fire burning bright in his eyes.

“She ain’t interested pal, now fuck off.” Dally said.

“Why don’t you fuck off, dirty greaser.” He said, standing up and spitting in Dally’s face. Dally grabbed his shirt and knocked his head to the soc’s. The soc fell to the ground, unconscious.

The whole world seemed to come to a stop as the boy hit the ground. The two opposing sides knowing what was about to happen, but still were hesitant. It was slow motion, the many bodies standing abruptly from their stools and chairs. Poker chips and playing cards went flying, as well as cups and the liquid within them. It was quite the dramatic scene. She watched with wide eyes as the two waves of opposing gangs collided, Dally plastered right in the middle.

The bartender signaled for her to jump over the counter, and she listened without any hesitation. She didn’t want to get caught up in that mix. The sounds of shouting, yelling, grunting, glass shattering, and groaning filled the air, completely drowning out the jukebox in the background.

“Stay here,” the bartender instructed, sweat beading on his forehead. “I’m gonna call the police.” He quickly turned and escaped to the back room to make the call. He eyes widened. If the police came, Dally would for sure be arrested.

She climbed on top of the bar, trying to scope out her greaser boy in the ocean of people. She squinted her eyes to get a better view, but it was useless, it was too dark and the air was cloudy with a thin layer of smoke.

It was difficult, but she eventually picked him out from the crowd. He had a soc by the shirt and was punching him repeatedly. She was about climb down off the counter when she was stopped in her tracks by the horrific sight of four other socs jumping on him from behind. Dally disappeared under the group, their arms raising and snapping back to throw punches at the greaser boy beneath them. A few of Dally’s friends noticed and rushed to the scene, prying the soc boys off one by one and slowly finishing them off.

Dally slowly pulled himself off the floor and steadied himself on a nearby table. She quickly rushed over to him, trying to avoid getting caught in any fights.

“Dally!” She cried. He looked over to her and she saw how bad the damage really was. His eye was black and bloodshot. Blood dropped slowly from his nose, streaks of it swept across his cheek as Dally had tried to wipe it. “Are you okay?” She asked frantically.

“I’m fine, (y/n).” He said flatly, trying to brush off her concern.

She ignored his attitude. “We need to leave now; the bartender called the police.” She explained.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” Dally said, struggling to steady himself as he stepped away from the table he was leaning on. He stumbled a bit, almost tripping when she stopped him.

“Why are you walking like that?” She asked, helping him stand straight.

“I’m kinda dizzy.” He held a hand to his forehead. She noticed his bruised and bloody knuckles. He had fought hard. She wrapped his arm around her shoulder, allowing him to rest some of his weight on her.

“You must be concussed.” She helped him to the back door, careful to avoid any more fighting. She clasped the doorknob and began to turn when the sounds of sirens filled the bar. Tires screeched outside, followed by the front door breaking open with a loud bash.

“Everybody down!” an officer shouted. She wasted no time opening the door and helping Dallas out the back.

“Hurry, Dal, hurry!” she pleaded, helping him to the passenger side of his car.

“I can drive.” He mumbled.

“No, you can’t.” She said flatly, helping him into the car. She closed the door and he leaned his head on the window, closing his eyes. She sat in the car and reached into his jacket pocket for his keys, igniting the engine and speeding off. “We need to get you to the hospital.” She said, looking over at him.

His eyes shot open at her words. He turned to her and pointed a finger. “You ain’t taking me to a hospital.”

“Dal, your head-”

“This has happened before, I’m always fine.” He slurred, turning back to face the window.

She shook her head and decided to bring him to Bucks. Surely, he’d know what to do. At least she hoped he would.

She sped onto the lot and quickly parked the car. She turned the car off and hopped out, rushing to the passenger side to help the broken boy. Slowly opening the door, she grabbed his arm and steadied him again, slowly walking him to the entrance.

It was rather quiet for a Friday night. There were only a few people sitting and playing cards at a table when she and Dally shuffled in. Buck looked up from his hand and noticed Dally’s state.

“(y/n).” He said, standing up and walking over to them. “What the hell happened to him?”

“I’m fine!” grumbled Dally.

“There was a huge fight at some bar on the other end of town. I think he’s concussed.” She said as Buck took Dally’s weight off her shoulder.

“Let’s take him upstairs. Grab a couple of rags behind the bar and wet them to clean his face.” Buck said, carefully leading Dally towards the stairs. “And fill a bag with ice!”

She followed his instructions, finding a few cleaning rags in a drawer which she wet in the sink. She fished through the freezer and grabbed a tray of ice cubes, dumping the contents into a small plastic bag. By the time she made it upstairs, Buck already had Dally in his bed.

“I’m gonna go find some painkillers,” He said, walking past her. She walked over to Dally, taking a look at his bruised face before kneeling beside him.

His eyes were closed, but he knew she was beside him. Her presence was calming. What she didn’t know was Dally lied to her. He had been concussed before, but never this bad. His whole world was spinning, and he was worried. But god forbid he admit that. He needed to be strong.

She carefully began to wipe the dried blood from his cheek, trying not to put too much pressure as to not hurt his bruised face more. “You need to be more careful, Dal.” She said softly. “You might get yourself killed one day, and I don’t know what I’d do if that happened.” She folded the rag, exposing a clean area and began wiping gently again.

Dally grumbled. “You think I’m just gonna sit by and let that guy touch you?” He tried sitting up, but she pushed him down again.

“I don’t know what you feel you have to prove with me, but nearly dying each time is not the way to do it.” She said, handing him the bag of ice. He placed it on his forehead and closed his eyes; the cold somewhat easing the throbbing pain in his head. “You’re so stupid sometimes, honestly.” She had never spoken to him like that before, and Dally was taken aback.

He opened his mouth to speak again before Buck came back into the room with a glass of water and a couple of pills. “Here, take these.” He said. Dally slowly sat up, taking the pills from Buck’s hand and tossing them in his mouth. What was once a completely full glass of water was quickly reduced to nothing but a few small drops at the bottom, quenching Dally’s seemingly unquenchable thirst. He felt a little better, he just needed to rest now. He lied back down on the pillow and rested the ice to his forehead.

“He’s gotta rest. You should head home.” Buck said to (y/n). That was the last thing Dally heard before he fell asleep.

The sunlight lightly filtered in through the half-closed blinds, stirring the sleeping boy. The bag of ice had turned into water and was on the bed beside him. It must have opened, because the mattress was soaked. “Fuck.” Dally whispered to himself. He sat up, his wet shirt sticking uncomfortably to his back. He took it off and tossed it on the floor.

“Hey!” A voice said.

He jumped at the surprise and looked down. (Y/n) was curled up under a few blankets. His wet shirt landed on her head. She tossed it aside and glared at him angrily.

Dally was startled by her voice, unaware that she had been beside him all night. “What the hell are you doing down there?” he asked.

“I didn’t have a way home, so I just stayed here.” She explained, pulling the blanket up to her chest. “And I didn’t wanna wake you, so I just slept down here.”

Dally stood up and pulled his comforter over the wet mattress, hoping it would be thick enough so the water wouldn’t seep through. “Get up.” he instructed, holding a hand out to her. She reached and grabbed it, and he pulled her to her feet. She understood and laid down on the bed. He made himself comfortable beside her.

“Is your head okay?” She asked.

Dally almost forgot the beating he took last night. He had gotten used to the dull aches scoured his body, and his head hurt significantly less that the night before. He was grateful for that. “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better.” He said, putting his arms behind his head.

She gazed at him with worried eyes. “Do you remember what I said to you last night?”

Dally thought back, but he couldn’t remember much of the night prior. He didn’t even remember how they got to Buck’s place. “No, I don’t.” He admitted. “I don’t really remember too much after what happened in the bar.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes, turning onto her back.

“What?” He questioned.

“This is exactly what I mean. You need to be more careful!” He gazed at her intently as she continued. “Look, I care about you. A lot. I want you to stop being so reckless whenever we go out.”

He rolled onto his side to face her. “That guy was coming on to you, (y/n). Was I supposed to sit by and watch?”

“You didn’t need to start a fight over it!” She snapped. “You knocked him out, Dal!”

“Whatever, (y/n).”

She ignored him. “You just get so angry all the time and you can’t control yourself. I don’t like seeing you like that. I don’t like it when you fight people.”

“Yeah? And I don’t like it when you got all these guys flirting with you all the time.” He rolled back onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “You just sit by and let it happen.”

Was he... jealous?

“It just bothers me, you know?” he said, avoiding eye contact. His head was slowly beginning to ache again from his anger.

They were both silent for a moment, his eyes locked onto the ceiling, and hers locked onto him. She understood what he was implying. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

He scoffed. “There’s nothing to say.”

“Stop beating around the bush, Dal, and tell me!”

“What? You obviously know. Do you need me to spell it out for you?” He sat up on the edge of the bed, his back turned towards her.

“If it means anything, I feel the same.” she said, staring at his back. He sat there motionless as he let the words sink into him. It felt awkward. He didn’t move or say anything. She was confused about what was going on.

She mumbled something under her breath as she shuffled to the edge of the bed, attempting to stand up. He stopped her, a firm hand gripping her wrist. “What did you say?”

“I said: you’re the worst.”

“I’m the worst?”

“Yeah, you are.” She sat beside him. “You don’t think it bothers me too? Except the difference is, you’re the one flirting with other girls. I have to sit by and watch and pretend I’m okay with it.” She fumbled with her fingers as she continued. “Then you just treat me like a friend, but then get mad when I talk to other boys. I’m so confused about what you want.” She looked up at him. “So, can you just tell me now?”

He looked away, taking his hand off her wrist. He sat silently for a moment, searching for the right words. She sat waiting patiently, looking at the bruises that covered his face; her stomach twisting with anxiety.

“I don’t deserve you, (y/n).” He avoided her, looking everywhere else in the room besides her. She’d never seen him flustered like this before. Dally was always cool and calm (when he wasn’t angry), never nervous or emotional.

“I’m trying to be better for you, but I feel like it won’t matter in the end anyways. Maybe you like the way it is right now, and maybe I don’t even have a chance.” Dally was fumbling over his words trying his hardest to remain calm.

Her anxiety quickly turned into contentment as the words fell upon her ears. Her feelings were reciprocated, and she couldn’t be happier. “Don’t change, Dal.” She said. “I like you for you. We get on real well all the time, and I always look forward to seeing you.” She inched closer to him. He looked at her, pleasantly surprised at her words. “Aside from the fighting. If there was one thing you should change, it would be that.” she smiled at him.

He laughed a bit looking down at the floor. When he turned back to her, she was inches from his face. He silently cursed at himself for not admitting this to her sooner. It seemed to be going a lot more smoothly than he had originally anticipated. He gazed at her, admiring her features, until his eyes dropped to her lips. He didn’t realize exactly how close she was until he looked at them. His instinct pulled him towards them, wanting to place his own lips on hers. He slowly began to lean in, until she began to speak again.

“But, how about you take me on a date first. We’ll see how it goes from there.” She said playfully, pulling away, much to his dismay.

She stood up from the bed and turned to walk away until he grabbed her hand. He didn’t want her to go. “Hey,” he said. But she wriggled out of his grasp and walked to the door. “Where are you going?”

She leaned against the door frame and smiled back at him. “Breakfast date?”

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mork-lee-bee · 5 years ago

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Broken lovers II

Summary: Y/n is a hopeless romantic in love with someone who will never love her back and Jaehyun is helplessly in love with someone who only continues to hurt him over and over again, sounds like a match made in heaven right?

Pairings: CollegeStudent!Jaehyun X CollegeStudent!Y/N X CollegeStudent!Jaemin

Warnings: Cursing, reference to sex, toxic relationships

Genre: angst/fluff/smut

Word count: 2k

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Your senses were a bit askew and confusing, you were used to the feeling of your empty bed and rougher textured blankets, while the ones you’re feeling now are much softer and because of the body next to you, it felt warmer. The smell of your vanilla perfume was replaced with the smell of orange or something citrusy at least, everything was different but still comforting. You woke up to the noise of other people probably talking in the hall. You rub your eyes and look around spotting Jaehyun sleeping peacefully his hand resting on your waist. You knew where you were and how you got there it wasn’t some vague memory you remember the lust and the feeling of euphoria the look in his eyes and the feeling in your stomach. As soon as you moved a little bit you realized you were very sore and moving would be a bitch. You could already imagine the numerous comments that Miyoung would remark as soon as she saw you.

You quietly remove yourself from Jaehyun, your head was slightly pounding not that it was a new feeling, you’d just fix it with some coffee and some fried food. You slipped the dress from last night back on and took a glance in the mirror in his room for a second to see your face, you looked like you’d been hit by a car. Your hair was a mess and your mascara was smeared under your eyes you walked like some kind of zombie over to the door.

You took one last glimpse at the sleeping figure in the bed, he looked so peaceful and kind. His softer features were nice, he had pretty eyelashes and just a kind face. You turned to leave out his door obviously this whole thing was a one-night stand type of deal, you’d probably never see him again in all honesty.

You opened the door slowly leading to it to release a high pitched squeak, you were really trying to be as quiet as possible, but the world was against that as you head for the stairs.

Johnny had woken up pretty early to clean up the disaster that was the frat house, usually, there were different issues, mainly spilled drinks that made the kitchen floor sticky or stained the carpet so he made an effort to try and help out with containing the mess as quickly as possible. Johnny held a garbage bag in one hand and was going through the rooms picking up discarded plastic solo cups, shoes, or other objects, he found a bunch of empty Soju bottles in the corner of a room and was picking them up mumbling under his breath. That’s when he spotted someone, she was covering her face and quietly walking down the stairs to the front door, clearly in a rush for some reason which was odd because it was a Saturday. He recognized her as the girl that Jaehyun was with, he remembered seeing the two of them talking and even watching Jaehyun smile until he disappeared at some point in the night, now it made sense. Johnny had assumed that Jaehyun got bored and went upstairs but this was much better, definitely, a step in the right direction for Jaehyun to move on. Johnny watched as the girl got to the front door unsure if he should stop her and get her number for Jaehyun possibly.

“Opennnnnn,” He could hear her mumble as she tried to figure out the front door, Johnny walked over smirking, the least he could do was help.

“Do you need help?” He asks politely and the girl jumps at the sound of someone, clearly not expecting anyone to be up although she didn’t know what time it was.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,” Johnny offers the girl a sympathetic smile but she doesn’t even look up at him she stares at the ground trying to cover her embarrassed face. She doesn’t say anything she just moves to the side so he can get the door, the top lock always got stuck and took a bit of force to open, they always talked about getting it fixed or fixing it themselves but would forget after about five minutes. The click of the lock signaled he got it and step back to let the girl leave.

“Thanks,” she says before she scurries out, she was obviously a very quiet person and definitely a nice person, at least she didn’t walk around like she owned the place.

Johnny out of excitement dropped the bag of trash and ran up to the second-floor bargaining into Jaehyun’s room, he was still asleep or at least he was until Johnny burst through the door screaming disrupting the calmness that was lingering in the room.

“IS JUNG JAEHYUN MOVING ON?” It was way too early for this as Jaehyun opens his eyes to look around the room, he could barely form a coherent thought. Johnny with the biggest grin plastered on his face stands in the room.

“Shhhh,” Jaehyun sits up rubbing his eyes, the girl he was with last night was gone from his side and he just shrugged it off.

“Why are you yelling?” Another one of the frat boys, the youngest one, Haechan, asks after hearing the commotion because when Johnny yelled he’s not quiet, he’s dramatic.

“Jaehyun got some,” Johnny smirks wiggling his eyebrows slightly as Jaehyun is still in a small daze but he rolls his eyes at the remark.

“How would you know? Jaehyun raises an eyebrow causing Haechan to smile devilishly before clearing his voice.

“I don’t know Jaehyun, maybe it was the noises coming from your room last night, I couldn’t sleep with all the moaning,” Haechan laughs causing Jaehyun’s face to flush a bright red color as he grabs one of his pillows throwing it directly at the youngest’s face.

“It was a one night stand, leave me alone,” Jaehyun stretches but Johnny couldn’t get the image of the two of them smiling out of his head, he looked happy, the way his eyes focused on yours and the way he so gently touched you there was a connection he didn’t act that way with just anyone not even with Heejin recently.

“Did you at least get her number?” Jaehyun launches another pillow at the crowd that’s gathered at his doorway this time it hits Johnny clearly done with being interrogated first thing in the morning.

“Get out,” and with that, the crowd goes in their own directions, but Johnny’s thoughts still lingers on your face. He had to do something but he didn’t exactly know what.

You brace yourself for the bombardment of comments that you would be met with, you stand outside the room facing the door your face already heating up as you reach out to turn the doorknob and enter. And sure enough, she launches herself off her bed and over to where you entered.

“Oh my god,” she looks at you up and down her eyes pausing on your neck and just looking at your body language.

“Shut up Miyoung,” You cover your face with your hands, you were definitely blushing even if you couldn’t see it you could feel it.

“You seem like you had fun, but coving those hickeys are gonna be a pain,” she starts to giggle and you move your hand before your eyes go wide and you walk to the wall slowly you’re still sore as you finally reach where Miyoung had decided to hang up a mirror, you have to stand on your tippy-toes to see them because it was adjusted for Miyoung’s height but as soon as you got a good look you could see the bruise-like marks that cover your neck. You run a hand up your neck lightly and let out an annoyed groan.

“Oh ____, you can barely walk,” She starts laughing as you continue to look at your neck. You roll your eyes and waddle to your bed letting out a sigh.

“Of course I can’t walk properly, it’s been MONTHS and he wrecked me,” you emphasize as you throw the covers over your head, it was odd how cold your blankets felt and the texture wasn’t as nice.

“You’re too cute, are you gonna go to work?” You feel your bed sink under her weight slightly as she takes a seat at the edge of your bed.

“Shit, I forgot I was scheduled.” You let out a frustrated sigh as you had planned to just stay in bed and finish your assignment.

“You literally have a board on the wall that has your whole schedule, how did you forget? He really must have fucked your brains out.” She giggles and you shoot her a glare before grabbing a pillow and hitting her with it, she lets out a fake gasp as if she’s hurt before grabbing a pillow and retaliating.

“I don’t really have a choice,” You pout knowing if you called in people would be mad at you and it was pretty late to ask someone to cover your shift that starts in a few hours.

“You always have a choice, but have fun at work,” She comments as she leans back relaxing at the foot of your bed.

“What happened with you last night though?” You suddenly remember how abruptly you left her and were left curious about what ended up happening with Miyoung.

“I wasn’t there too long sadly, but I ran into Yangyang and he gave me a ride home,” Your ears perk up as soon as you hear Yangyang’s name as you lean forward out of interest.

“Yangyang?” You smile raising your voice ever so slightly in a teasing way and her smile falters leaving her frowning which was unusual for your cheerful friend.

“Yeah… and his girlfriend…” She mumbles playing with the pillow in her lap, it’s grey and fluffy but more than anything comforting, unlike the topic.

“Damn… I’m sorry, I know how much you liked him,” You reach out and grab her hand squeezing it lightly to reassure her it’ll be okay.

“Everything happens for a reason, but do you think you’ll talk with what’s his face from last night?” Miyoung ponders out loud as you lean back against the headboard of your bed and look upwards at the popcorn ceiling in contemplation.

“Jaehyun… I don’t know it was reallyyyyyyyyyyyy nice but,” Miyoung already knows what you’re about to say so you don’t even have to finish your sentence as she lets out a groan of annoyance.

“____, You’ve barely even talked to Jaemin, why are you so set on him? Why are you letting him get in the way of a possible relationship?” She questions without thinking of a better way to say it or at least a less hurtful way.

“Possible relationship? Miyoung it was a one night stand, I barely know him.” You get defensive not even looking at her out of frustration but the tone of your voice makes it clear she’s pushing your buttons as you enunciate every word to make sure she understands she’s crossing a line.

“You might not have seen it but there’s something there, no one connects that easily, you two weren’t just a one night stand,” She tries to reason her eyebrows furrow, the genuine and pure happiness that was evident on your face last night was proof enough for her to continue to push forward when she’d usually back down.

“You’re wrong, it was the alcohol more than anything. I also didn’t even get his number so even if that’s the case I wouldn’t be able to talk to him,” You huff out, crossing your arms across your body a ticking time bomb.

“You just don’t want to think that there’s a possibility that Na Jaemin might not be the one,” Miyoung hits a nerve with you as you fling the blanket off and get out of the bed ignoring the pain and going to the bathroom to shower, your abruptness leaves Miyoung on your bed letting out a sigh, your denial was frustrating but you’d have to figure it out for your own obviously.

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A/n sorry that I’m posting a day late I’m trying to stay on schedule which for me is posting every one and a half weeks.

if you would like me to start a tag list just leave a note saying you’d like to be added so you’ll be easilt alerted whenever I post the next chapter, as always I hope you enjoy and if you like you can follow my blog where I might post previews for future chapters. Also you can turn on post notifications to get alerts :3 ofc all of this is optional lol.

Next chapter will be posted on 6/24 @ 6:00 MST

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catatemyslideshow · 1 year ago

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After months of no time and days of writers block, I present... this thing.

“Bonnie, come on!”

You laughed, following your beloved manchild of a boyfriend to the unsuspecting Doberman. You were busy all the time, so Johnny decided to take you on a date he promised would be 'fun and relaxing'. When he first brought up the idea, you thought he meant shopping or a restaurant, but boy were you wrong. The date was a surprise, but of course you asked for hints to plan your outfit accordingly. Looking back at it now, it seems like you and Johnny may have, well, different, definitions of ‘something pretty’. Maybe if you had known that you were going to a dog park, you would’ve worn sneakers instead of wedge heels.

“Johnny, I can’t run in these shoes!” You whined.

“Want me to carry ya, lass?” Johnny chuckles looking you up and down, “Or ye can hand me your shoes.”

Before you could express your disgust of taking your shoes off at a dog park, two pugs walked by, causing your boyfriend to start to drift from your side.

“I’ll be right back, darling.”

“Johnny-” You started, but he was already gone.

Johnny has always been a dog person, 100%. Whenever he sees a cute dog, he always has to ‘say hi to the fella’. He can’t and won’t even though you’ve warned him multiple times accept that not all dogs should be pet by him. You see him reach toward the small dogs and you take a deep breath in, hoping this wouldn’t end in sadness and tears.

“Some pretty lassies ya two are!” His deep Scottish accent rising to a baby voice you barely get to hear.

Johnny scrunched up the already scrunched faces of the dogs, making them wobble as he pet them with both hands. He gave them each one last pet and got up, beaming. He pranced back to your side, taking your hand. Johnny walked around with you, pointing and awww-ing at all the different dogs, giving most of them some pets and scratches, and some of them got dog treats you didn’t know he had in his pocket.

“You’re lucky those were good dogs, Johnny.”

“All dogs are good dogs, bon’. I don’t know what dogs yer meetin’.”

You sigh as you walk beside him. You know not to try to explain that he can scare the dogs, or they just might not like him. Especially the latter. A dog not liking him would bring him so much heartache, more than a person not liking him.

“Lass, look at that little one!” He said, chuckling.

A chihuahua in a sweater was a funny sight for Johnny, a little for you as well, but you know chihuahua’s can be mean. This is a VERY well known fact, but Johnny’s “benefit of the doubt” for dogs had him already crouched before you could warn him… and that's when it happened. The little monster in the pink taco sweater chomped down on his finger. The owner began to apologize as he yanked his hand back, and retreated to you.

“Johnny, are you okay?” You say reaching to check his hand for the punctures of needle sized teeth.

He looks sadly at you, nodding. The man who has a body of steel and a heart of gold just got his feelings hurt by a dog who can't be more than 4 pounds. You walked limped behind him to a bench and sat with him taking the god-awful wedges off for a moment. Your hand goes to rub his back, he glances dejectedly at the wound.

“Don’t let an ankle biter dog bring you down, John.”

“Finger biter.” He stares blankly.

“What?” A soft giggle escapes you.

The silence was deafening. Johnny looks down at you and his eyes slowly light up. He held his hand out to you, and you can tell the emotions of being rejected by a dog have escaped… so begin the dramatics. He turns his hand to show the tiny red marks on his finger, and a very fake whine left his lips, followed by a smile.

“Oh bonnie,” He smiles, faking sniffles. “Will we have to amputate?”

Notes: This will MOST LIKELY be rewritten because its not very good but theres the other chance i totally forget and write something else.

bye bye darlingsssss

DO NOT FEAR, FOR I AM HERE! (saw the call for help)

Price and Reader playing board/physical game and whoever loses has to comply to the others wishes

Soap and Reader go to the dog park to awe at the cute little doggies (I think he'd get bit..)

Ghost and Reader going on a joyride on his motorcycle *vroom vroom*

Reader (hopefully) helping Gaz overcome his fear of heights

T141 and Reader palying Two Truths and One Lie (watch it suddenly get silent)

Ta-da!~

Magic man will be back for more! Adios! *vanishes into thin air*

I SEE YOU I HEAR YOU AND IM OFF TO WORK.

#john soap mactavish #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #soap cod #soap x reader #soap fluff is so cute aaaaaa #john mactavish

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plutowatchesyou · 5 years ago

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MELANCHOLY NIGHTS PT 1 | NCT DREAM

a/n : heyy guys so it seemed like y’all wanted more of this and I did enjoy writing it and even though I’ve started school this week, I’m still in quarantine so i really have nothing better to do.

��𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

genre : fluff, bad boy au, retro au, high school au

pairings : nct dream x reader

warnings : swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of drug usage

words : 2,6k

summary : after a chemical high you come crashing down into the hell hole that is reality when the town’s so called bad boys move in next door.

prologue

masterlist

holy shit.

you were so happy. you were so calm. you floated around this colourful void that had unnaturally coloured palm trees and broken statues of naked people that you swore you knew but you also didn’t really care because “hehe look how small your dick is dude.”

you floated aimlessly not really knowing where you were headed. Now you were in a castle with your brother and Taeyong, they both had on crowns that were titled and clothes that clearly looked like costumes bought from the reject shop next to the bakery down the street.

you sat between them giggling, at what? you don’t know, and frankly you also didn’t care. You turned to Johnny who was laughing his ass off and asked “the fuck you laughing at?”

he wipes away a single nonexistent tear in a dramatic fashion while gripping your arms tightly “we’re flying Jack, we’re flying!” All three of you burst out laughing as the wind blew your hair in your face, you looked down and saw that the couch you three were sitting on was now floating in the clouds.

usually you would be crying and screaming to get put down but the euphoria running through your system just made a wave of giggles past through you again as you watch your legs dangle over the edge.

This was nice, you cuddle up to the boys in the hammock that was tied to between the two thick trees in the jungle as you shut your eyes. You were so happy.

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ughhhhhhhh.

you woke up feeling like shit, so just a normal morning for you. You turned to your left and almost shit yourself at the sight of your brother. You didn’t remember Johnny getting back home, he must’ve been hella tired since he was still completely dressed.

after 3 failed attempts of pulling yourself up you finally succeeded, you felt like a ton of rocks, you gripped your head and let out a yawn. You turned to the other side of the bed to find a knocked out Taeyong. You reached over his naked chest and grabbed your phone next to the remaining joint that you and Taeyong shared last night. You tugged at your phone a couple times before the charger detached.

Opening your phone and scrolling through instagram and twitter for awhile before the intense urge to pee came upon you, you crawled over Taeyong not before taking a snap of Johnny’s drooling face and sending it as streaks.

you entered the small bathroom and closed the door, going straight to the toilet. after doing that shit you wash your dam hands because you ain’t no detty pig. You stared at the mirror.

yikes.

you dragged your hands over your face and let out a groan. You opened the mirror cabinet grabbing the antidepressants that your doctor prescribed you who knows how long ago.

you slammed the mirror shut and grabbed a tube of concealer that was on the verge of falling off the sink and squeezed some onto the back of your hand before dabbing your finger in it and aggressively rubbing it under your eyes.

you heard groaning as the door slams open, Taeyong stumbles in going to turn on the shower.

“hey Tae where’s the eyedrops?”

“ughh shit, we need to get more of those, um i think i saw some under the bed.” Taeyong said as he rubbed his already messy bright red hair. You nodded and left the bathroom, not before popping one too many happy pills into your mouth.

you got on your knees and looked under the bed. “god since when last did we clean under here? oi Tae what did we say about having friends over?” you smirked as you turned to Taeyong who had just stopped taking off his pants at the sight of an old used condom dangling from your fingers. “oh shut it y/n, that was ages ago, plus it was the last time she ever saw this fine piece of ass again, she couldn’t even-” Taeyong’s rant was cut off by his own girly screech as the old condom came flying at him.

you giggled as you grabbed the eyedrops behind a sock and unscrewed the cap before squirting it somewhat evenly between both of your eyes.

you walk into the kitchen and open the cupboard, grabbing a muesli bar. You sit on the counter and start eating it as Johnny stumbles into kitchen turning the kettle on.

“hello sleeping beauty.” you smile at him as he reaches over your head to grab a mug. “morning sunshine.” he replies back, pecking you on the cheek. “when did you get back? must’ve been late since you’re still fully dressed.” you take another bite of the bar.

“yeah, got into a fight with some people last night and decided to drive back home. By the time i got back here the joint you shared with Tae was already out.” he said taking off his shoes and tugging off his jeans before replacing them with one of the many sweatpants lying around. “you drove from the city Johnny, you must’ve been driving all night, I mean what about your classes?”

Johnny smiled and took off his shirt before pouring the hot water into the mug and plopping an instant coffee packet in it. “it’s fine I only missed one class this morning, and plus I would’ve been close to leaving around this time anyway.”

you rolled your eyes as Johnny sipped his coffee. There was a sudden loud knock at the door, you and Johnny looked at each other raising an eyebrow. The knocking soon progressed into banging as it continued. You stuffed the rapper of your muesli bar into Johnny’s pocket and drank some of his coffee.

“for fucks sake will one of you idiots get the damn door!” Tae yelled popping his head out of the bathroom as steam seeped out. You and Johnny laughed and replied in sync “yes mum!”, a slam of the bathroom door came seconds after.

you rolled your eyes at your brother before hopping off the kitchen counter and making your way towards the door, your skyscraper of a brother following you to do his duty of being the overprotective older sibling™.

You unlocked the door and opened it, catching the fist of your door’s assaulter. You released it with a groan as you came face to face with Jeno, behind him was Jaemin and Chenle. “what the fuck do you want?” you said crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.

The three boys stood shocked and silent in front of your door, just staring at you and your brother. Your brother. Oh fuck Johnny was shirtless and you were dressed in one of his shirts.

See everyone in the town knew you were related to the walking lamp post since when he was school he made sure nobody messed with you, but everyone also hasn’t seen Johnny in almost a year now since he usually stayed inside whenever he came home from the city before driving back there.

you stopped yourself from slapping the three boys when you saw a blush make it’s way onto Chenle’s face as Jaemin looked down ears red and Jeno’s lips trembled as he kept looking between you and Johnny.

“oh for fucks sake he’s my brother! god males nasty.” you put your hand up before Johnny could protest, “oi you can’t say anything.” Johnny let out a grunt.

“you three how do you know y/n?” you rolled your eyes as you could feel the overprotectiveness radiate from Johnny. The three stumble over their words, you scoffed, so much for a bunch of bad boys.

“they don’t know me, they’re Jisung’s friends. Why they came banging on our door i have no idea, and frankly i could care less because i’m gonna be late.” you walked under johnny’s arm that was propped on the door frame and walked to the bathroom.

You opened the door and grabbed the jeans you left in there and tugged them on. “off to work love?” Taeyong asked as he combed his fingers through his hair. “sadly. where you off to?” you asked as you grabbed a brush and started to tug at your own hair. “no where really, i can give you a lift there if i can get a free breakfast.” he gave you a smirk through the mirror. “a discount is all you’re getting.” he just chuckled and pecked your cheek before leaving the bathroom.

you followed after him and caught the sneakers he threw your way, slipping them on and grabbing your bag and jacket, stuffing your phone and earphones into the pocket of it. You and Tae made your way to the door where a shirtless Johnny still stood.

“see ya slut.” you giggled slapping him on the ass before squealing when he picked you up giving you a hug before putting you down after Taeyong gave him a smack upside his head. “bye you two, oi wait where you headed?”

“work.”

“breakfast.”

You and Taeyong both replied still walking to the stairs and past the three silent boys that were just observing the moment. “bye you two.” Johnny said as he closed the door.

Tae grabbed you hand and started to ramble on about what he wanted for breakfast, you turned your head to look back at the three boys and frowned at them when you saw them all staring.

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you looked up from the magazine as the shops door bell rang. You let out an annoyed sigh as Mark, Haechan and Jisung walked in.

“thought you worked at the old diner y/n” Haechan called out to you as he started flipping through a stack of records. “haven’t seen a girl with two jobs before Haechan?” you smirked back as you used your feet that was propped against the counter to swivel your chair side to side.

You kept your eyes locked onto the magazine when you saw Jisung start to make his way over to you. He leaned on the counter and just looked at you. “aren’t you going to ask if i need any assistance.” you could practically hear the grin when he said that and you resisted the urge to return it. “you’ve been here before you can figure it out.”

it was silent between you two for a bit before Jisung spoke up, “did i do something wrong.” this made you take your feet off the counter and stand up as Jisung got up from leaning on the counter.

“i don’t know Jisung, what do you think?” you bit back as you walked out from behind the counter and picked up a stack of records and made your way to the shelves, Jisung following after you like a lost puppy. “okay so can you tell me what exactly did i do?” Jisung mumbled as he watched you sort the records.

“do you wanna tell me why three of your little friends were outside my house banging on my door this morning?” you turned to him and leaned on one leg giving him a ‘you’re gonna get it’ smile.

Jisung gave you a cute confused tilt of his head. “what? who?” you rolled your eyes at him, “who do you think idiot, Dolphin boy, muscle man and pretty boy were just standing at my doorstep this morning, and they even though I slept with my fucking brother.” you walked around the shelves and shuddered at the last part.

“pretty boy?” he asked innocently with a hint of something else. “I mean I don’t even talk to your moron friends so why the hell were they at my house?” you questioned as you stopped walking and turned sharply around to face Jisung.

“p-pretty boy? who’s pretty boy?” you rolled your eyes and walked past the tall boy and towards Mark and Haechan. “oi since utility poll over there is malfunctioning, why don’t one of you tell me why your friends were banging on my door this morning.” Mark looked up and looked around before his eye landed on you, his mouth still slightly opened.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” Haechan asked, “Chenle, Jeno and Jaemin were knocking on my fucking door this morning and when i answered it they just stood there, opening and closing their mouths like fucking fish.” you leaned against one of the shelves as Jisung comes up behind you. “wait which one of them is ‘pretty boy’?” he pouted and you gave him a ‘seriously dude?’ look before turning your head back to the males in front of you.

“afternoon love, your shift is over for today.” Chris walked in from the back and gave you a bright smile, you returned it.

“wait did you say Jeno, Chenle and Jaemin?” Mark suddenly asked. You gave him a nod and his eyes widened, “what? what about them Mark?” Haechan asked the older boy. “they were checking out the people who were living near us.”

silence.

“excuse me, the fuck?” you asked. You turned to Jisung, “oh yeah i forgot to tell you that me and the guys decided to live together so we found this place to rent, Renjun knows the owner of the place so we were able to get a bit of a discount.” you cut Jisung off by walking away.

You made your way to the counter where Chris was and grabbed your bag. “Cheers Chris, will I be sharing the tomorrow’s shift with you?” “uh, um yeah we are.” you smiled and gave him a quick hug that he returned and jumped over the counter.

“Jisung! you’re walking with me. Come on!” you said storming out the door, Jisung following close behind.

When you made it out onto the street it was pouring down with rain, you pulled your jacket tighter to yourself and jogged across the street to the undercover. Jisung came up beside you, “why you mad at me?”. You looked at him “because how the fuck did you forget to tell me you were moving in with those morons, and how fucking stupid are you to not realise that it was the same building I lived in?!” You started to make your way home through the rain, Jisung walking beside you. “well, you never let me in your house-” “no, you can’t use that excuse. You’ve walked me home multiple times and you’ve even come to my door too.”

the walk back to the apartment complex was just you questioning Jisung and him trying to deflect it. By the time you were climbing the stairs it was silent between the two of you. “look, i’m sorry y/n.” you stopped, turning to look at your friend over your shoulder. “i really am, this was part of the reason i didn’t want to tell you, i was scared of how you would react, i know that you don’t really like the boys, so i didn’t want you to know that i was not only moving in with them, but that i was only just down the hall from where you lived.”

you turned fully around and looped your arms around Jisung’s neck. “look Jisung, i understand why you moved in with the boys, honestly as much as i don’t like those idiots, i’m glad you’re living with them, you’re safer with them. I’m not mad at you, just a bit disappointed.” You hugged the boy and let out a sigh.

Both of you walked up the stairs, “want to see it?” “huh?” you turned to Jisung raising an eyebrow. “want to see where i live now?”, you shrugged “sure.”

Jisung smiled and grabbed your hand, walking up another flight of stairs, passing your own apartment door and walking down the hall. You both stopped in front of one door and Jisung pulled out a key from his jacket pocket and unlocked the door. hands still linked the two of you walked through the door.

“what the fuck? don’t tell me you two walked in that rain?!”

end

𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

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multisugars · 5 years ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧— how they comfort you when you’re stressed out

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬// 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 — can you do an outsiders reaction where the reader has too much on their plate (work, school, etc.) and their SO asks them if they're ok and the reader just bursts out crying from stress?

i did add a couple different sceneries! because i didn’t want to write the same thing for each of them, but it all has the same feel to it!! xx

𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮

your boss decided to call you into work last minute. it’s only been a few hours since you returned home. which means you haven’t even gotten enough sleep to feel replenished. you wished so badly to tell him no, but he’s extremely hard headed and strict. especially towards the woman that work for him. and, you know you could use the extra money, as you’re putting on your uniform you can’t help but feel a sense of tiredness, it’s so overwhelming it makes you start to feel weak at the knees. you immediately call out for darry.

“what’s wrong y/n?” he asks worriedly.

“i-i’m just so tired,” you cry out. “i feel like my boss never wants me to have a break.”

you sit in the chair that rests in front of your vanity. you’ve never felt this exhausted in your entire life. darry takes notice at your weakened state, he hates to see you so worn out. it’s not normal for you to lack energy, you’re the most bubbly person he knows.

“okay, lets lay you down,” darry slides his arms under your legs and carries you over to your shared bed. you’re more than capable of walking yourself, but you don’t complain.

“just take a nap and rest awhile you need it more than anyone.”

“no,” you struggle to escape his strong hold. “i can’t i have to go to work.”

“not today, you’re not goin’ in i don’t care if i have to go talk to your boss myself,” he pulls the blanket over you tucking you in warmly. “rest now.”

“thank you, darry.”

𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙥

you’ve been working towards your masters degree in psychology for the past two years. you’re so close to being done but it’s so much work and the assignment you were just assigned is crazy difficult and time consuming, you try to push yourself to get more done before bed, but eventually your hands start to cramp from the all the typing, your muscles ache from the hours of sitting at your desk. soda comes into your room when he gets home from work. he’s immediately concerned when he sees you hunched over with your head in your hands.

“y/n...” he questions. “you alright?”

it doesn’t take much for you to break. all the stress finally came piling down on you.

“hey,” soda kneels down lifting your chin so he can see your face. “relax.”

“there’s so much pressures on me,” you vent. “this assignment is impossible.”

“nothing’s impossible for you,” he reassures. “you can do anything. i just think you need a break.”

“yeah i definitely do, will you lay with me for awhile?”

“of course i will,” he smiles shyly.

𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮

you anxiously walked up the tall stairs into your HS, today was the day of your history presentation. this is what you’ve been dreading for the past week. public speaking wasn’t at all something you were comfortable with or liked doing, and it doesn’t help that you aren’t friends with anyone in your class, well besides ponyboy. he’s the only one you speak to.

you meet him in the hallway, putting your book bag and unneeded things in your locker. ponyboy noticed your hands shaking as you closed the door.

“you scared about this whole history thing huh?”

“uh- a little,” you shrug trying to hide your nerves.

“you’ll be fine,” he tries to reassure you.

but before you can walk away you can already feel the familiar stinging sensation starting to build up in your eyes, your heart rate accelerates, you feel like you’re drowning and can’t reach the surface.

“i can’t breathe,” you say as sheer panic overtakes your body.

pony’s face softenes. he grabs your hand dropping his books, taking you into the nearest closet.

“shh just look at me okay?”

you nod focusing all your attention on him. he runs his fingers through your hair while wiping a few tears away from your eyes. you take slow steady breathes. this isn’t the first time he’s had to help you get over a panic attack. once your breathing gets back to normal again, you feel like you’re finally ready to go to class.

“okay,” you breathe. “let’s go.”

“ uh we’re gonna need a late pass... unless you want to spend the end of the day in detention.”

you look down at your watch noticing you’re about six minutes late to history.

“damn it!”

𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙨

it’s been a busy night at the movie theater. you’ve tried your best to fill everyone’s orders while also working the cash register. your boss previously complained about how many workers there are on each shift so he cut back. sadly this leaves you to try and get so many things done at once. the stress of it all is starting to really affect you, but you can’t quit. you need this job more than anything right now so you can afford to get books for school.

even though your boss a jerk you do somewhat like this job, you’re a people person so seeing familiar faces every week puts you in a good mood, but every now and then you’ll get a disrespectful customer. this time it was a group of boys, you recognize some of them from the college you attend.

“what shit movies are playing tonight?” one of them asks while skimming through the candy.

“can you read? look at the boards outside..” you try your best to keep your cool.

“i don’t think you employees are allowed to talk to us paying clients like that,” his demeanor quickly shifts.

“hey we gotta problem here,” you hear a voice from behind the guys. knowing immediately who it is.

they quickly scurry off, as dallas pushes himself to the front of the line.

“you okay doll?”

“i am now,” you say softly as you wipe just a single tear from your cheek. you didn’t really care about the boys but it never feels good to be embarrassed at your place of work.

“don’t let those jerk offs make you cry.”

you nod and sneak in a quick kiss before dal leaves.

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“why can’t he do it this time! i’m going to be late!” you argue. your parents have asked you to clean the house again for the third time this week, and you normally don’t have a problem with helping out but your brother has been sitting in his room playing video games all day and you need to be somewhere. you feel like they always pick you at the most inconvenient times, and the worst part is johnny is waiting for you outside, you’d hate to make him wait.

“your brother is sick and slow! it would take him an hour to even sweep the kitchen,” you mom says as she puts her coat on.

“he’s not sick! he’s playing video games!”

“do it y/n! or you and johnny won’t be going anywhere tonight,” you dad warns as he slams the door behind him leaving you in a mess.

“WHATEVER!”

you collapse on the couch, breaking out into a full on crying fit. it feels like your parents are punishing you. johnny must have heard your cries from the front porch because without knocking he opens the front door, approaching you slowly.

“hey you okay?” his asks trying to help but this only makes it worse.

your cries get louder and johnny is completely stunned. he’s never seen you this emotional. you’re almost positive he’s going to think your absolutely insane after tonight.

“my parents hate me!” you say dramatically.

“i don’t think that’s true.”

“they are always making me clean things or do everyone’s chores,” you sigh. “we can’t leave until i sweep and mop all the floors.”

“well i’ll help ya,” johnny offers.

“really?!”

“yeah, but we better get started...” he pulls you up from the couch bringing his jacket sleeve up to your eyes so he wipe your tears away.

𝙩𝙬𝙤-𝙗𝙞𝙩

“i get that ma’am but i don’t have the receipt.”

“then i’m sorry hun...we can’t exchange it.”

you were trying to get a new shirt for two-bit. the one that you previously ordered had came in to small. but since you ordered it off the store website you didn’t have a paper receipt, and your order wasn’t showing up on their computers, which made you frustrated.

“so there’s no way i can get a new one? or even just get my money back?” you question.

“i’m sorry,” the cashier shakes her head obviously uncomfortable with the situation.

you don’t respond, instead you leave the shirt on the counter and walk out. it might not be a huge deal for some people but you didn’t have a lot of money. and you were out 25$, with nothing to show for it. when you get home two-bit is lazily slumped over the arm rest of the couch, drinking a beer.

“hey baby where’d you sneak off to?”

“the clothing store down town...”

“what’s up? you seem upset?” he asks lifting himself up from the couch.

your shoulders slump down as you bring your heads up to cover your face.

“wow wow don’t cry! sorry for askin.”

“no it’s not that,” you tell him. “they wouldn’t let me exchange your shirt today.”

“and that’s what you’re cryin over?” two-bit laughs wrapping his arms around your frame. “it’s fine.”

“i just wanted you to have something special.”

“you’re all i need y/n.”

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚

steve had decided last minute to stop and get gas at the DX before the two of you finish your date. this annoyed you a little since you tell him every morning to just fill up while he’s at work, i mean makes sense right? but with his forgetful nature it’s hard to keep him on track with things. when you pull into the gas station it’s pretty empty, only one car parked along the gas lineup. steve steps out to pump and you go into the store to pay. when you walk in you’re met with a very rude and arrogant man who pushes you aside so he can be helped first at the register.

“excuse you sir?” you’re taken aback. “i was in line first.”

he laughs not offering you a response. the lady working the register meets your gaze and mouths “i’m sorry” in your direction. she must not be a very confrontational person, which you understood.

“i’m only paying for gas it won’t take long,” you add hoping the man will let you go since steve is waiting outside in the freezing weather.

“not my problem, you got somewhere to be?”

“actually yes, i do.”

“dressed like that?” the man scoffs. laughing as he scans up and down your body.

you might not have name brand clothes like him, but they weren’t dirty or disgusting looking. as he hands the lady his credit card to pay you can’t help but hang onto his cruel insult. right before you’re about to storm out the doors, steve runs right into you, latching on tightly to both sides of your arms. you lean your head into his chest.

“hey what’s goin’ on?”

you wrap your arms around his waist, crying softly as you reply the mans insult over in your mind.

“that man he-he was being a complete jerk!”

“what did he do?! huh did he hurt you!” steve becomes more aggressive.

you shake your head.

he takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes your eyes gently, while also trying not to smear your eye makeup. you laugh at his sweet gesture.

“you’re the best,” you lift onto your tiptoes placing a small kiss on his forehead.

“i know,” he smirks. “now let’s go outside before that jackass leaves i wanna give him a piece of my mind.”

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dexfsoul · 5 years ago

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Tongue Tied {Johnjaeyong} Pt. 2

Pairing: Johnny x Taeyong x Jaehyun

Summery: Jaehyun's finally decided to confess. Johnny and Taeyong have as well.

Word Count: 3k

Part 1

Taeyong was way too hyper to have just gotten off a thirteen hour flight. Jaehyun was doing his best to keep the boy entertained by listening to his mindless chattering, adding his input every now and then. Johnny had passed out in the backseat soon after climbing in the car, his light snoring being heard behind Taeyong's enthusiastic voice.

"And I met this friend of Johnny's, Noah," Taeyong rambled, studying for Jaehyun's reaction. "He has two girlfriends and the girls are dating each other as well. I've heard of relationships like that before, but I've never seen them, it's interesting. What do you think?"

If Johnny were awake he would've slapped Taeyong across the head for his lack of subtlety.

"I don't know," Jaehyun shrugged, trying to keep his composure, "If it makes them happy then who cares really?"

Jaehyun wanted to slam his head against the steering wheel. Why'd Taeyong have to bring that subject up the day Jaehyun was planning to confess.

"Well yeah, but I was more so asking how you personally feel about it. Would you be in a relationship like that?"

Jaehyun gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, "W-What?"

"Tae," Johnny suddenly hissed from the backseat, "Can you quiet down? And stop questioning Jaehyun, he's trying to focus on the road."

Taeyong caught the warning, but he was never one to listen to others.

"What are you? His mom?" He scoffed.

Johnny rolled his eyes, "I just don't think now's the right time."

"I'm his friend too, you know. I can talk to him without you policing me."

"I'm not trying to police you," Johnny softened his voice upon seeing Taeyong's pout.

"Sure seems like you are."

Jaehyun wishes he could say he wasn't used to this, but sadly this isn't the first time the couple had a quarrel with him being the subject.

"Tae," Jaehyun cut off the banter before it got heated. "We're here, order your food."

Thankfully Taeyong was a lot calmer after his stomach was filled. The rest of the ride was relatively peaceful, Johnny and Taeyong had kept their bickering to a minimum, and Jaehyun was more than relieved when the two older boys fell fast asleep.

The clock read 12 A.M. when Jaehyun finally pulled into Johnny and Taeyong’s driveway. Taeyong’s food cravings had made them a little later than they were supposed to be, throwing Jaehyun’s plan completely off track. What was he thinking? They were probably exhausted and didn’t have the time nor energy for Jaehyun’s pathetic confession. He would tell them tomorrow, or maybe the day after that, or the day after that, or maybe just not at all, that would be cool, right?

“Jae?”

Jaehyun jumped in surprise, being too caught up in his own thoughts to notice the other two boys moving around.

“You okay? You seemed a little out of it there,” Johnny reached forward from the back seat and caressed Jaehyun’s hair in a soft way that made Jaehyun completely melt.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just tired,” Jaehyun excused, not exactly lying.

“Why don’t you stay with us tonight?” Taeyong offered, smiling mischievously at Johnny who smiled back at his boyfriend’s quick thinking.

“Sure, if you’re really okay with that,” Jaehyun answered nervously, his eyes shooting between the couple.

“Of course we are, let’s go straight in. We can grab our stuff in the morning.”

Jaehyun allowed himself to be led in by Johnny, feeling too nervous to move on his own. This was his chance, he could stay the night, confess in the morning, and if things went badly, take his leave.

Johnny smiled upon seeing Jaehyun’s far off gaze, thinking it was tiredness. This side of Jaehyun was one of his favourites. Usually Jaehyun was calm and mature, he liked taking care of others, and would go out of his way to do that. Some times, however, when Jaehyun felt tired, anxious, or sad, he would become very baby-like and helpless. Johnny also knew, from the few times he had taken care of him when sick, that Jaehyun craved affection when he wasn’t feeling his best.

Johnny ushered Jaehyun into the elevator, Taeyong following behind. Taeyong was rocking back and forth on the heels on his feet in excitement, from both being home again, and their upcoming confession to Jaehyun. How he managed to constantly have that much energy, Johnny would never understand.

Jaehyun felt as if his insides were crawling around. Despite Johnny being one of the reasons for his nervousness, he was also Jaehyun’s best friend, so naturally, Jaehyun leaned against him for comfort. Much like Jaehyun naturally leaned into him, Johnny naturally adjusted so that Jaehyun would be more comfortable.

Taeyong smiled at the sight, he both envied and loved the natural flow between the two friends. Everything went so smoothly between them, Taeyong could only wish for a connection like that. He just didn’t notice the way that Jaehyun’s pinky hooked perfectly around his upon seeing the pout on the older’s face.

They definitely looked crazy to the couple standing in front of the elevator when it opened, all three of them practically cuddled up, but they didn’t care. Nodding to his neighbors, Johnny led both the boys to their apartment. They could all feel the tension once the door had been shut. Taeyong had snuck his hand into Jaehyun’s at some point, and upon looking down, Jaehyun gained a weird sense of confidence.

“I know it’s late,” Jaehyun started, his brain not even processing his words before he said them. “but I want-no, need to talk to you guys about something.”

Johnny and Taeyong looked at each other with shocked expressions.

“We actually had something we wanted to talk to you about as well,” Johnny responded, “but it might take awhile, and it’s already late, so we should get changed into something more comfortable first.”

The two younger boys agreed, following Johnny into his and Taeyong’s bedroom. Johnny picked out some clothes that would fit Jaehyun, the younger disappearing into the bathroom despite having changed in front of both the other boys before.

“What do you think he wants to tell us?” Taeyong whispered.

“No idea,” Johnny shrugged, pulling a large T-shirt over his head.

“You don’t think-” Taeyong paused, pulling on one of Johnny’s shirts as well.

Johnny smiled upon seeing his boyfriend drowning in his shirt and motioned for him to continue.

“Well, what if he’s dating someone, and he wants to introduce us?”

Johnny hadn’t thought of that. Honestly, Jaehyun hadn’t dated anyone since they’ve known each other, not that he knows of at least. Johnny recalled, with blushing cheeks, that he had been Jaehyun’s first kiss. Running a finger over his bottom lip, he wondered whether he had been Jaehyun’s only kiss. Selfishly, he hoped so.

“I really, really hope that’s not the case,” Johnny sighed, hopelessly.

Jaehyun stood in front of the bathroom mirror blushing deeply, obsessed with Johnny’s smell surrounding him and the way his shirt was a little too big on him. Jaehyun was tall, standing at 180cm, but he loved feeling small and Johnny made him feel just that. Even though Taeyong was shorter, he somehow made Jaehyun feel tiny as well, with his constant babying of the younger.

When Johnny said that him and Taeyong had something to tell him his first thought was that they were getting married. Strangely, he was at peace with this. He’ll confess, they’ll say that they love each other and they’re getting married, and Jaehyun will be the best man at their wedding. A little dramatic, but whatever, the tiredness had finally caught up to him.

He strutted out of the bathroom with false confidence. Taeyong and Johnny were already in the living room, speaking in hushed tones. They went quiet once they noticed him walk in. Jaehyun cocked his head, but ignored their strange behavior. He walked in front of them and took a seat on the floor in front of their coffee table. Crossing his legs under him, he laid his arms on the table and rested his chin on the backs on his hands, looking up the older boys with expecting eyes.

They melted at the sight. Johnny had the urge to reach out and pet his hair, but refrained when thinking of the possibility of Jaehyun being in a relationship. He realized, quite harshly, that their affections might have to stop if Jaehyun has a boyfriend or girlfriend. Johnny’s boyfriend didn’t mind them being affectionate, but well, now he fully knows why.

Taeyong also had the same urge, he however, didn’t consider Jaehyun’s fictional relationship, and outwardly cooed while running his fingers through the boy’s soft locks. Jaehyun hummed, nuzzling into Taeyong’s hand. Johnny pinched Taeyong’s thigh to get him to focus. The pink-haired giggled lightly before pulling away from a hazy Jaehyun.

“Do you guys wanna go first?” Jaehyun asked.

“No, you go,” Taeyong answered quickly, covering it up with, “It sounded important.”

If Jaehyun was in a relationship they wanted to know before stupidly asking him to be in a relationship with them.

“Ah okay,” Jaehyun chuckled nervously, leaning back to the palms of his hands. “Where do I even start?”

He pondered for a second. If he was gonna confess he might as well tell the whole story, he could blame it on the exhaustion in the morning.

“Do you remember the day we met?” Johnny nodded, of course he did. “I do. I could never forget it, because I swear that’s the day I fell in love with you.”

His bluntness left Johnny breathless, he stayed silent, wanting to hear every word that Jaehyun said.

“I was head over heels from day one, but I never said anything cause I didn’t feel like I stood a chance. Well, except for that time you took my first kiss, that was cruel of you Johnny Seo,” Jaehyun sneered, but Johnny knew him well enough by now to know that no cruel intentions stood behind it.

Johnny unintentionally let his fingers ghost over his lips. It had been years, but his lips had never lost the feeling of Jaehyun’s. Taeyong’s eyebrows rose at Jaehyun’s words, that was new information to him.

“We never mentioned it again, but I can’t stop thinking about it, no matter how hard I try. And then we met you,” Jaehyun’s eyes wandered over to Taeyong, the older shrinking under his gaze. “You and Johnny started dating, and I wanted to hate you. I wanted to so bad.”

Taeyong wanted to apologize. To apologize to both of them. His insecurities were correct, they loved each other and Taeyong had gotten between them.

“But I could never hate you, because the more I got to know you the harder I fell. It’s bad enough to be in love with your best friend, but your best friend and his boyfriend? That’s a whole different level, but that’s the truth. It’s crazy, but I’m in love, with both of you.”

Johnny was absolutely speechless. Taeyong had the opposite, and possibly worst, reaction. His hands shot to his mouth in shock, and after hearing Jaehyun’s final sentence he broke into a grin, small giggles following soon after, then full out laughter. He laughed in happiness, at the craziness of it all. Needless to say, he wasn’t good in these situations, but in his defense, he had never been confessed to like this before. He fell against Johnny, shaking his shoulder in excitement. The older snapped out of his shock and smiled as well, trying to cover it with his hand.

“He’s in love with us,” Taeyong grinned, Johnny’s own grin growing more at the reminder.

Their moment was cut short by a hurt voice ringing out.

“Are-are you laughing at me?” Jaehyun’s hurt expression sent glass shooting into the hearts of the older couple who scrambled over to him in a panic.

Johnny got to him first, letting out a pained hiss as he hit his knee on the corner of the table. He quickly pulled Jaehyun into his side to reassure him. Taeyong literally clambered over the table and plopped down on Jaehyun’s other side with a painful thud. He threw his legs over the younger’s and scooted closer to the two.

“We weren’t laughing, it’s just-” Taeyong broke out into another grin, slapping a hand over his mouth, he flopped onto his back, nudging Johnny with his foot so that the older would continue for him.

Johnny instead grabbed onto his ankle and yanked on it, “I think it’s time we told him what we wanted to talk to him about.”

Jaehyun was utterly confused and slightly hurt. The laughing stung a little, but he guessed it could’ve been worse.

Taeyong finally composed himself and sat back up, motioning for Johnny to continue.

“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.”

Jaehyun almost fainted.

“I- fuck, I never thought I had a chance either. That night I kissed you, it was purely on impulse, but I never regretted it. Okay, I did feel extremely guilty about taking your first kiss without your permission, which is why I never brought it back up again,” Johnny smiled shyly, “I liked Taeyong when I first met him, and I thought after some time I would stop loving you, but it never happened. Instead I fell in love with both of you.”

Jaehyun didn’t have time to fully process Johnny’s side of the story before Taeyong started telling his.

“I was head over heels the moment I met both of you. I was in paradise those first few months,” Taeyong sighed, back to dramatics, and sprawled out on his back. “Flirting and crushing on the two hot best friends. When Johnny asked me out, I was over the moon, but also upset cause no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t lose feelings for the cute roommate I had. Soon I started to notice the weird tension between you two and it wasn’t hard to put two and two together. Strangely, I found out that I really didn’t mind my boyfriend having feelings for another boy, as long as that boy was none other than Jung Jaehyun. I kept quiet about mine and Johnny’s feelings for you because it was just easier that way honestly. We could be in a relationship and still show as much affection for you as we wanted. I guess I didn’t really consider how you may have felt,” Taeyong mumbles guiltily, “but I didn’t know how else it could’ve worked. Until I saw a poly couple while on YouTube. Even then I wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Luckily Johnny’s friend was a great way to ease into it.”

After Taeyong finished, all Jaehyun could do was flit his eyes between the two dumbly.

“You two aren’t joking, right?”

Johnny rolled his eyes at the younger and pulled him forward by his nape, their lips colliding. They had both been waiting so long for this, and now that it was happening it left them both wondering what they had been waiting for, as it was just that easy. Taeyong squealed as the two kissed, having a short fanboy moment.

After pulling apart, Jaehyun barely had time to catch his breath before Taeyong pulled him into a kiss. Johnny’s heart swelled as he watched the boys- his boys, giggle into each other’s mouths. Jaehyun’s dimples were prominent and Taeyong’s soft pink hair fell across his forehead, they looked so soft, so happy. Johnny was happy, suffocating in it as he felt as if he couldn’t breathe. Something inside of him had been filled as soon as Jaehyun had said he loved them, and it’s about to make him burst.

Jaehyun and Taeyong’s make-out session was interrupted by Jaehyun yawning cutely.

“Tired?” Johnny questioned, smiling at the way Taeyong and Jaehyun nodded simultaneously.

“Let’s get to sleep.”

The three stood, wincing at the soreness in their legs from sitting for so long. Johnny once again led the way, stopping once he noticed that there was only one person following him. He turned and saw Jaehyun standing in front of the long couch, rubbing his eyes. They always kept a blanket and pillow on the couch for when Jaehyun stayed over, but now Johnny figured they should move the pillow to their bed.

“Whatcha doing?” Johnny questioned, loving the way colour flushed to Jaehyun’s cheeks.

“Going to the couch,” Jaehyun stuttered, “That’s where I’m sleeping tonight, isn’t it?”

“As if,” Taeyong scoffed, stomped back over to him, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him back to where Johnny stood waiting.

Jaehyun stood at the bottom of bed, not exactly sure what to do. Plus something was still on his mind, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep without it being answered. Taeyong and Johnny climbed into bed, leaving space between them for their third to climb in. Glancing up, Taeyong noticed Jaehyun playing with his fingers at the end of their bed.

Worried that they were making him uncomfortable, he spoke up, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Hearing Taeyong’s question, Johnny shot his attention to the youngest.

“I’m sorry, but I just- does this mean we’re like?” Jaehyun didn’t finish the question, too scared to bring up the word dating or boyfriends.

Luckily Johnny caught on, pulling him onto the bed with them, “Yes, I’ve waited long enough to call you mine, I’m not waiting any longer.”

Now having his question answered, and being more than satisfied with the answer, Jaehyun climbed between the boys, facing Taeyong and having Johnny instantly wrap his arms around him. Taeyong snuggled up to him as well, bumping their noses together.

After a moment of peaceful silence, Taeyong pouted, “He is coming with us on the next vacation, right?”

The other two couldn’t help but to laugh at the pink-haired’s question.

“Of course he is,” Johnny answered, “We might die without our boy there.”

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #lee taeyong #jung jaehyun #seo johnny #johnny seo #jaeyong #johnjae #johntae #nct ships #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct drabble

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ellebabywrites · 6 years ago

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Judas Kiss 4 - Mark Lee

Type : Series // Angst // Fluff // Future Smut // Gang!au

Warnings : Violence // Character Deaths // Cussing

Summary : There’s only one rule. You protect your own. None of you had chosen this life, but sticking together was the only way to survive it. When one of you dies and things start going wrong, the boy that saved you once on a whim, might be the only one who can keep you together.

Author Note : Finally an update, thank you for being so patient !! I’m posting this on my birthday and I worked super hard on it so please give this chapter some love and let me know what you think !! (Flashbacks are in italic!!)

Walt’s. A local diner just on the other side of the tunnels, open from 7-11 every single day for the last 50 years. Also the only place King would willingly drink something other than coffee, and even then, only to appease his friends’ worried stares. Yes ‘friend’, perhaps the only true friend King had. He had known Peter Walt since they were teenagers; King followed in his father's footsteps and Walt followed in his - in running the diner. Despite their differences as time went on, they never lost contact, never gave up on each other. Walt was always there to give King a fresh pot of coffee after every rough night and King had always protected the diner from gang activities. King spent most of his days at Walt’s. Having just returned to N.City from a long vacation, he was taking a moment to readjust to the harsh realities of life here; no matter how long he’d been involved in the gang world, he could never fully get used to it.

King was sitting at his usual table, in the back corner by the window, facing the front street. He was sipping on his second cup of black coffee while reading the newspaper and occasionally people-watching.

“That stuff will kill you y'know,” a deep voice came from beside him. He didn’t bother looking up, already knowing whom it belonged to.

“No faster than a bullet would,” he replies indifferently, taking another long sip as if to make a show of it.

“Jesus King, do you have to be so morbid this early in the morning?” The man sat down opposite him, topping up the now empty coffee cup despite his previous warning. His thin figure leaning back on the burnt seats, folding his arms and giving King a cold stare in mock-anger.

“Sorry Walt,” King says, flashing a smirk and putting down the paper so he could talk with his old friend, “how’ve you been?”

While Walt proceeds to fill King in on all the news he’d missed in his time away; his wife’s new craft project redecorating the living room; his nephew’s College acceptance etc etc - King’s attention drifts to the people outside the window. Walt doesn’t mind; he’s known King a long time, aware that despite his seeming uninterest, the ticks of his eyebrows and slight lift of his lips let Walt know he’s listening.

Across the street, sitting on a bench huddled together, were two kids. The taller boy takes a foil-wrapped sandwich out of his coat pocket and hands it over to the younger girl; encouraging her to eat and smiling warmly, but they didn’t look very warm. The winter was fast approaching and there was no way the two could possibly be okay in just those thin coats, King thought. Noticing King’s sudden lack of attention, Walt follows his gaze out the window. Spotting the two kids, he calls over one of his waiters and tells him to take them out two hot chocolates.

“Those poor kids,” Walt starts, shaking his head sadly and watching as his worker made his way over to the two of them, “They’re homeless, I try and give them a drink or some food y’know, whenever I see them; it just doesn’t seem enough.”

King looks back at Walt, his eyes showing slight worry, but keeping his composure. “It’s not safe for young kids like that on the street,” He says, more to himself; looking back through the window. The two kids were sitting closely, sipping on the warm drinks they’d just been given; the taller boy stopping to help the girl roll up her sleeves.

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“This is the gym.”

It’s the first official day of Mark’s training; you brought him down to the gym on the lower level of the firehouse, ready to show him around.

Down in the pit, there was an old busted up boxing ring, ropes frayed and mat wearing thin.

“That’s the ring, Ty works with us in there,” you explain, walking him around the edges of the gym showing off all the different sections with pride, “he teaches us all these crazy military fighting moves he picked up in Iraq, it will absolutely kill you at first but once you get the hang of it, you’ll feel totally badass!” Mark likes it when you’re excited like this. Your eyes light up and lips stretch into a beautiful smile, one you try to contain by pulling them between your teeth, but fail. It’s obvious how much you love this place, these people. It makes him want to work hard enough to make you proud too.

There’s a row of windows along one of the walls that looks into a room adjacent.

“That’s the ‘shooting range’, it’s kind of small but there’s never more than three of us in there at once,” you explain, opening the side door to show him inside.

There’s a shelf next to a bench, loaded with weapons; rifles, handguns and knives.

“This is Rikky’s I’m guessing?” Mark asks with a chuckle, pointing at the broken skateboard lying by one of the shooting stalls. You giggle along with him and jump on top of the split wood.

“Yup, he always breaks them so he uses the pieces as steps now,” you jump down and stand next to Mark opposite, facing the target sheets on the far end of the room, “Rikky will show you how everything works when you’re in here with him. He may act like an idiot, but he’s the best shot I’ve ever seen.”

“What about you? Mark asks, shifting a little bit closer, “What do you do?” He wasn’t exactly sure what answer he was expecting, considering how he had met you, it honestly could have been anything.

“I am the resident thief,” you say; proudly smiling up at him, “I pick locks and get us in and out of… difficult, places.”

“Ahh so that night at Bangtan’s you were stealing something, no wonder they were mad,” Mark teases, nudging your shoulder playfully and laughing at the way your lips automatically fall out of the smile and into a pout. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! So what exactly will you be teaching me?”

“Nothing now,” you grumbled, turning your face away from him. Mark teased you like Johnny teased you. He knew how to play with you without pushing it too far; it made you feel comfortable, like you’d found a piece of the puzzle that was missing from your heart.

“Nooo, Y/N I’m sorry, please teach me,” he whines, tugging on your arm to get you to face him again.

“I suppose I could show you a trick or two,” you sigh, ready to continue the teasing, but a sound coming from the pit interrupts you both.

“I swear to God Rikky, I’m not in the mood!”

“C’mon big guy, scared you can’t take it? C’mon, hit m… ouch!”

You and Mark look out to see Rikky following Ty around the gym, wearing boxing gloves too big for him and throwing punches into thin air. It was comical watching the two of them; Ty, a 6ft marine, whining and pushing away this tiny string bean of a man full of energy, relentlessly pining for his attention. You both look at each other for a split second before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Y/N!!” Ty called out, getting tired of dealing with Rikky and wanting to get away from him as quickly as possible, “Let’s go on a store a run! NOW!” you giggle again at his impatience.

“Time to save Ty,” you joke, poking Mark in the side when you move away, “I guess you’ll be with Rikky today, do you want anything from the store?”

In the background you can hear Rikky’s incessant chanting, ‘one two punch, one two punch, c’mon Ty just once, I’ve gotten so much better,’ followed by Ty calling out for you again, a heightened sense of urgency to his voice.

“No thanks, I’m think I’m good,” Mark says, feeling a little nervous about being here without you.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you wave goodbye, jumping onto Ty’s back when you reach him in the pit.

“Hey! Don’t forget my hot chocolate this time! It’s cold and you know my stomach is too delicate for that nasty coffee!!” Rikky yells behind you, making Mark laugh quietly, but of course that was his intention. Johnny made him feel at home a lot quicker by making him laugh, so he figured it would do the same thing for Mark.

“Yeah yeah, we got it!” Ty shouts back, halfway out the door already before Rikky can yell any more about his dietary requirements.

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“Okay Mark let’s shoot some stuff!” Rikky came barrelling into the shooting range, a big smile on his face that in all honesty made Mark a little bit nervous. He’d never even touched a gun before, never thought he’d have to; now he had one of the best shooters around, according to you, showing him the ropes. Rikky grabbed a 9mm pistol off the shelf, checked the magazine and handed it over to Mark. “This is a pretty standard one to start you off with, it’s already loaded so just pull back the slider, aim at the target and,” Rikky moved Mark by the shoulders to stand in front of the target area and patted him on the back in encouragement, “squeeze the trigger.”

Swallowing dryly, Mark raises his arms up and takes aim. It’s a lot heavier than he imagined a gun would be; he almost doesn’t want to look as he pulls the trigger and hears a loud bang that definitely doesn’t sound right. Rikky’s hysterical laughter behind him is a pretty solid tell that he missed the target though.

“Jesus Mark, you might want to try keeping your eyes open next time!” Rikky is hunched over dramatically, still laughing his head off at Mark’s terrible first shot when he turns around.

“That was my first time, let me try again, I can do this,” Mark tried to pump himself up, when Rikky only laughs harder Mark decides he agrees with you - Rikky is a bit of an asshole. After a few more failed attempts and just a few half-decent ones, Rikky steps up to show him how it’s done; and that’s when Mark decides he also agrees that Rikky is one of the best.

“How the hell did you get so good at this!?” Mark asked, in complete shock at how Rikky hits every single shot dead centre. His mouth is gaped open and eyes wide, while Rikky just smirks, loving feeling like he was the best. It had been a while since anyone had had that kind of reaction to his talent.

“I used to run with a real bad crew,” he starts to explain, unloading the gun and putting it back on the shelf, “the kind of people I was with, if you didn’t learn quickly, you were dead .” His whole demeanour shifts slightly, no longer the joking ball of energy Mark had seen before, but now turning serious, almost sad, recalling the memories of his old crew. “It wasn’t like here with us. No one had your back, it was everyone for themselves. No one would come to save your ass if you were in trouble, no one cared. It was…. Dark.” Rikky handed Mark a bottle of water from his gym bag and sat down on one of the benches, Mark following him.

“Honestly, if I hadn’t gotten out when I did, I would be dead right now,”

It was total chaos. People rushing, shouting, shooting in every direction. Johnny grabs you by the arm and quickly pulls you behind a pillar just before a wave of bullets came darting passed your heads.

“KING !!!” Johnny shouts out over all the noise, “KING C’MON !!!”

All of a sudden everything stopped. An unsettling silence followed by the sound of bodies dropping to the ground.

“Okay kids it’s clear,” Lifting your head hesitantly, you see King standing among a pile of now deceased members of ‘The Pythons’, “Johnny, go take a look around back, see if we missed any hostages. Y/N, help me load these bags back into the van.” King ordered you both, grabbing one of the bags filled with cash and supplies, carrying it right out the front door.

“How did he do that?” you wondered out loud.

“C’mon Y/N, you know Kings’ bulletproof,” Johnny sends you a teasing smile before walking away to clear the back rooms. Back when you had first met King, you had been adamant he was some kind of iron man, the way he always managed to survive a shootout. Hence - bulletproof.

A month or so ago King had received a tip about a new crew from out of town, ‘The Pythons’, who were causing trouble. Kidnapping; arson; robbery - they were trying to move in on N.City and they were not being nice about it. It took three weeks to plan the take down; locating their current base; identifying the members and executing the whole thing. You’d rescued roughly 6 teenage girls from one of the storage rooms before it all kicked off. They were bloody and bruised, clothes torn and dirtied; you didn’t even want to think about what kind of things The Pythons made them do. You’re not ashamed to say that you all took great pleasure in putting them down.

Johnny circled round to the back rooms, using the barrel of his gun to push open doors enough to look inside. The door to the last room in the hall was slightly ajar; Johnny raises his gun and takes slow steps forward, ready for a sudden attack. But when he pushes open the door, what he sees is a man cowering in the corner; hands covered in blood and entire body shaking. Johnny recognises him from their surveillance photos, he was new, just a kid not much younger than himself.

“Hey, hey you’re Rikky right?” Johnny asks, crouching down in front of the trembling boy, “I’m Johnny. It’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you.” Rikky’s eyes were heavy and his breathing rapid, “no no no, buddy stay with me, it’s okay we’re getting you out of here! KING A LITTLE HELP!!”

“King carried me out in his arms. Y/N held me in her lap the entire ride back to base. Hell, Johnny wouldn’t stop telling me how it was all going to be okay and how I was safe now - even while I was drifting in and out of consciousness.”

Mark sits in awe listening to Rikky tell his story, he couldn’t imagine the strong, charismatic man in front of him being so broken and vulnerable. Maybe there really was more to the team then met the eye.

“What was Johnny like?” Mark asks carefully, noticing how Rikky’s eyes had started to glass over; but at the mention of Johnny, his whole face lights up.

“Oh man, Johnny...” he suddenly leans back smiling, wiping his eyes and letting out a small chuckle. “Johnny was my brother. Hands down one of the greatest people I have ever met, or ever will meet in my entire life. He dragged me out of that dark place kicking and screaming and put me back together with nothing but a bottle of mountain dew and FIFA,” Mark watches how Rikky’s face softens at the memories, “he..he taught me a lot. Johnny..Johnny was special,” after a beat of silence Rikky starts laughing again, “couldn’t shoot for shit though, still…better than you for a first try.” He nudges Mark’s leg teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

“Hey! I’ll get better,” Mark promises, not being able to hide his shy smile behind a pout. Rikky reaches out to ruffle his hair before standing up again,

“I know you will, I’ll help you.”

---

There’s old Jazz playing, one of Ty’s vinyl's. King is busy chopping onions while you and Ty unload the groceries when Mark and Rikky walk in.

“Hey you two,” Ty calls out, handing you cups of ramen to put away, “How’d training go?”

You can’t ignore the way your heart skips a few beats when you see Mark walking in; he looks good; he’s smiling and joking with Rikky about something and there’s a small piece inside your chest that just clicks back into place.

“It was interesting,” Rikky answers, playfully shoving Mark towards you, where he instinctively starts helping unload the groceries. It’s cute, you think.

“Scratch that, it was absolutely terrible,” Rikky laughs, sending you a wink when you scowl at his teasing.

“Don’t worry Mark, you’ll get the hang of it in time,” King gives him an encouraging smile that makes Mark feel a more settled. He was still a little nervous around King, but I guess growing up hearing all the stories and legends would do that to you.

“Thank you, S-sir”

You all stifle a giggle, still not used to Mark’s over-politeness, but it was funny seeing him get so flustered over it.

“You don’t have to call me Sir Mark -” King starts,

“Yeah, Grandpa’ is fine,” but Rikky interrupts, earning a slap on the back of the head from King and a laugh from Ty when he dramatically falls to the ground.

“King, is fine Mark, Just call me King.”

You, Rikky and Mark all sit at the island, watching King and Ty cook; Rikky continuing to fill everyone in on their day of training, not leaving out how Mark may have made some new holes in the wall with his first few tries. “Yeah we’re definitely going to need a lot more training with Bangtan on our asses.”

“What exactly is all of this over?” Mark asks, eyes flickering to you next to him, “I mean, there are just so many different rumours.” That makes you smirk slightly. You’ve all heard the rumours, none of them true of course, but it made you feel like you were in some kind of reality show. If your talk with Mark on the way to the base was any indication, you could only imagine what kind of stories were running through his head now.

“You shouldn’t always believe the rumours Mark,” you tease, knowing full well that less than a week ago he was convinced King was some hell-sent demon dropping bodies left and right - when now he was making him spaghetti wearing the baby pink apron Johnny had gotten him for Christmas. While you and Mark lose focus, sending each other teasing looks and nudges, King get’s Rikky to help stir the sauce so he can prepare the spaghetti.

“We’re on good terms with most of N.City,” Ty explains, gaining the both of your attention once again, “Bangtan wanted to try and take one of our clubs-”

“They failed miserably obviously; King’s name’s too strong for them to take down,” Rikky adds, not really paying attention to his assigned kitchen duties and earning another nudge from King.

“They burned down one of our warehouses in retaliation,” you say, watching how intently Mark is listening to everyone.

“...a lot of our allies then cut ties with them, so now,” King finishes explaining, starting to plate up the food, “they’re looking for revenge.

A small silence falls over the room as Mark takes in everything; it’s a lot more straightforward than he’d expected, but nothing has been like how he’d thought it would here.

“They’ve been quiet for a while though,” Rikky turns off the sauce and brings it over to King, “They’re probably planning something.”

“There was nothing quiet about what they did to Johnny.”

Everyone looks at you. You’re staring down Rikky with such a harshness to your eyes that it makes Mark shiver. No one says anything for a moment, before King hands Ty a pair of plates and tells him to set the table.

“We’re going to have a nice, quiet, dinner to welcome Mark into the family - okay?” King’s voice is stern as he directs it at you; you clench your fists in anger that once again he’s pushing what happened to Johnny under the rug. You feel Mark’s warm hand gently tug onto yours, releasing you fists and pulling you towards the table where you all sit to eat.

It’s awkward to say the least, but not for long. Ty quickly bringing up a lighter conversation to try and dull the tension.

“Can you play FIFA Mark? We play a lot of FIFA here in our down time.”

When Mark shakes his head Rikky, who was sitting next to you, hits your shoulder making a joke that ‘I doubt you could be any worse than Y/N.”

“Actually….I remember Y/N absolutely destroying you the more than enough times Rikky,” King jests along with the group, raising his eyebrows and winking at Mark. Rikky’s incessant whining after that making everyone laugh again, nerves a little lesser.

---

Mark’s been training with you all at the base for the last couple of weeks; alternating between working with Rikky in the shooting range; Ty in the boxing ring and you teaching him other useful tricks. Today Mark was with Ty. The last few hours spent dripping in sweat and throwing punch after punch; quick footwork dodging Ty’s advances around the ring.

The gym was silent, bar from the sound of their heavy breathing and hands making contact. It was getting late but Mark kept going; he’d just started noticing improvements and didn’t want to stop.

The gym door opens with a slow squeak as you poke your head through, “Guys,” you call out, finally gaining their attention, “King’s out so we’re ordering pizza for dinner,”

Breathing heavily, Ty takes off his gloves and gives you a thumbs up, “Cool, We’ll wrap up.”

Shooting Mark a quick smile, you disappear again; leaving Mark staring at the door where you were stood. Ty picked up on Mark’s feelings for you pretty quickly, hell, it was obvious as anything even on the first day; he doesn’t miss the way Mark’s focus is still glued to the door even minutes after you’d gone and he’d started packing up.

“You like her,” he says plainly, as if it wasn’t this big secret Mark had been keeping for weeks.

“W-what, I mean, of course she’s great, she…” he looks adorable, cheeks flushed and stuttering over his words, damn he had it bad.

“No,” Ty interrupts, saving him from digging an even bigger hole, “you like like her.” Teasing Mark had become Ty and Rikky’s new favourite hobby, especially when it came to you. Even more so when you were there because of how it would rile you up too; it was all in love but still Ty worried. He cared deeply for you and didn’t want to see you hurt again.

Mark was just standing there, speechless, in front of Ty. Was he really that obvious?

“Look kid, I can see you care about her,” Seems he was, “but you need to be careful.”

“What do you mean?” Mark asks. You were one of the strongest people he’d ever met so Ty’s warning confused him.

“You’ve heard about Johnny?” Mark nods, “Well, when he died Y/N took it really hard, she was the one who found him,”

Johnny had been gone for a while and you were already running late for the mission, “King I’m going to grab Johnny!” you yell out before running out the door, picking up the discarded umbrella Johnny had left behind, and heading out in the rain.

The tunnels to the city are empty, as they usually are, but something about tonight made you feel on edge. Something was wrong. You didn’t get paranoid; living on the streets had taught you plenty about walking around in the dark; so why were you feeling so off?

The city is just as bad. There’s an eerie silence that makes the hairs of your arms stand up; again, normal, but something was definitely wrong

You start running through the streets, taking a few twists and turns till you get to where the store is; and then you see him.

You weren’t crying. Not yet. Why was he lying in the street? Maybe he fell asleep? He was gaming pretty late last night, yeah, he just fell asleep in the middle of the road in the pouring rain like an idiot. Yeah.

You’re frozen. You don’t want to move any closer, if you stay right here then everything will be fine, then Johnny will just be asleep, everything will be okay. But the rain is getting heavier by the minute and he’s getting wet, why isn’t he waking up if he’s getting soaked?

With slow steps you move forward, vision blurring when you see the ground is stained a deep red. You shake and whimper at the sight. He’s on his back, staring blankly at the sky, letting the rain wash away the blood surrounding him.

You take out your phone and call King.

“K-king,”

“Y/N where are you guys, we missed the….”

“K-king.” You can’t bring yourself to say it, that would make it real. You don’t need to though, just hearing your voice King knows something’s wrong and says he’s coming.

When they get there, you’re sitting on the floor, cradling Johnny’s head in your lap, combing his hair with your fingers and begging for him to wake up.

King, Ty and Rikky stand there, frozen just as you were, watching the scene. It was heart-breaking.

“Y/N,” King’s voice is soft behind you, he reaches for your shoulder but you’re quick to pull away, not wanting to be dragged into reality just yet.

“No!” you yell, “Johnny’s not waking up,” Your trying to keep your voice steady but all that’s coming out are whimpers, “He’s getting wet King, he needs to wake up,”

“Y/N,” Ty repeats, coming to kneel beside you, trying to get you to look at him. Rikky stays back, still in shock, unsure of what to do or how to help. He can’t see Johnny like that.

“Y/N we need to go, it’s not safe here,” Ty reaches for you but you push him back harshly, you can’t just leave him there.

“I said No!”

Ty looks up to King, his own eyes glazing over as well. When King gives him a subtle nod, he wraps his arms around your waist and forcefully pulls you away. He’d hear your screams every day for the rest of his life. Feel the hits and punches you attack him with every day. Remember the look on your face, before he wrapped you around him like a koala and pressed your head into his neck, forever. He carries you passed Rikky, back towards the base, taking you as far as possible so you didn’t have to see anymore.

King reaches down to close Johnny’s eyes, placing a hand on his forehead gently and choking back his own sobs. Rikky finally makes his way over and mutters out an ‘oh god,’ he’d seen plenty of bodies before, many worse off than Johnny’s, but it’s different when it’s your own brother on the ground.

“Let’s get him out of here.” King says blankly, turning to his ‘boss’ persona, keeping his feelings hidden.

“She passed out on the way back here,” Ty explains, “She didn’t wake up for two days; refused to leave her room for another two after that, then when she was finally getting back to herself, she went to Bangtans’.” Ty keeps his head down. It’s hard for him to think about that day, but Mark needed to know, to understand. You weren’t as strong as you seemed.

“Jesus,” Mark whispered, hearing about Johnny’s death for the first time, “They were close then? She always mentions him but never really talks about him too much,”

Ty nods eagerly, “Oh yeah they were each other’s other half's,” he goes on to explain, “they met in a foster home when they were just kids, apparently the place was a real shit show, tons of abuse, so they ran away. Lived on the streets till King found them. They’ve only had each other their whole lives - when Y/N lost Johnny, it was like she lost a part of herself.”

Taking a deep breath, Ty gets up and grabs his stuff, throwing Mark a water bottle in the process. When he’s packing up his gym bag, Mark spots a photo of a girl next to Ty, “Is she on the team too?” he asks curiously, he hadn’t heard any other names being mentioned.

“No uh, that’s Beth,” Ty grabs the photo and hands it over for Mark to get a closer look, “my little sister.” There’s a hint of sadness in his voice as he tells Mark about his sister, the reason he joined the team.

Walt’s is busy today. In the back corner at his usual table, King is waiting for Ty.

“Are you King?” Ty asks nervously, sitting at the table when he’s given a nod in confirmation and handing over a photo. “This is my sister Beth. I heard you could help me find her.”

King takes the photo in his hands and looks at the young girl, Beth, who couldn’t be much younger than you, he already knows he’s going to help but he needs to know more.

“What happened to her?”

With a nervous shuffle, Ty opens up his phone and shows King the messages between him and his sister, “I just got back from the Army and I get these messages, she says she’s coming to N.City with some new ‘friends’, and no ones seen or heard from her since.” King quietly listens, looking at the texts filled with emojis and kisses, swallowing hard when it reminds him of you. “She’s my little sister and she’s in trouble.”

“And why do you think I can help you? There are hundreds of people in the city and they’re not exactly the ‘friendly’ type,” Just as King starts to ask more questions, making Ty a little nervous, the door to the diner chimes open followed by a ‘Hey Uncle Walt!’

You and Johnny spot King at his table and immediately make a b-line to join him.

“Hey King, who’s this?” Johnny asks, shuffling next to Ty in the booth while you sit opposite next to King.

“I’m Ty,” he introduces himself, pocketing his phone feeling more nervous about this meeting than he had when he first walked in here.

“Ty needs our help finding his sister,” King explains, “She came to the city with friends a few weeks ago and hasn’t been seen since.”

“We can help!” Johnny buts in, giving Ty a warm smile, you eagerly doing the same, prodding King with your elbow to get him to speak.

“We’ll help you.”

“We looked for Beth for weeks but found nothing,” Mark almost regrets asking, seeing the look on Ty’s face, “That’s why I’m so protective over Y/N, I can’t lose another sister.”

“I won’t hurt her Ty,” Mark says, looking him in the eye, “I’ll protect her.”

“I know Mark.”

---

It must have been passed midnight when Mark woke up on the couch; training most days with Ty was exhausting him, but he could definitely see the changes it was making too. He forces himself to get up and make his way to his actual bed.

Dragging himself down the hall with heavy steps, Mark passes your room, noticing the door was open. Inside, you’re lying on your side tucked into Ty’s chest. His nose buried in your hair and arm hanging on your waist.

“Don’t worry about that,” Rikky’s voice came from behind him, noticing how Mark was just standing outside of your door looking flustered, “Y/N gets night terrors.” Rikky leans against the doorframe next to Mark, watching silently as you nuzzle further into Ty, searching for warmth.

“Johnny used to sleep in with her; since they went through stuff together on the streets, he could always calm her down. Since he died they’ve been getting worse, so Ty does it” he explains quietly.

Mark looks over at your sleeping figure again and notices the way you keep stirring, then he notices the way Ty holds you tighter each time you do and he can’t hide the slight jealousy that washes over him.

“She’s got it bad for you anyway dude,” Rikky teases, “she gets all googly eyed and mushy, it’s kind of gross,” he makes a disgusted face and they both laugh silently.

---

“Jesus Mark what did you do!?” you yell slightly, seeing Mark hunched over on the couch holding an ice pack to his face.

“I hit the practice dummy too hard and it hit me back,” he laughs at himself, it really was pitiful. Shaking your head your head you grab the first aid supplies and sit next to him, “at least it’s practice for when I really get punched.”

“Don’t make those jokes,” you can’t help but laugh a little with him though, how was he so clumsy? Since he’s been here he’s hurt himself half a dozen times already and that’s not including the training. “I’m sorry,” you whisper after the giggles have died down, taking the ice pack off of him and applying ointment to the bruise, “...for dragging you into this mess I mean, I’m sure this isn’t exactly what you wanted.” As much as you love having Mark around, you couldn’t help feeling incredibly guilty for bringing him into this life, no one chooses to be here, Mark’s only in danger because you were stupid enough to get caught at Bangtan’s, this was your fault.

“Hey,” he grabs your hand to make you stop and focus on him instead of his wounds, “I wasn’t going anywhere in N.City, I didn’t have anything, at least now I have you,” you both stared into each others eyes for a beat, cheeks slowly growing flushed ‘till you can’t help but let your eyes fall to his lips.

“...The team… I mean,” he covers nervously.

“Oh, yeah of course.”

“How exactly did you get involved with this stuff?” Mark asks, trying to talk about something, anything, that would stop his ears from burning.

“There’s this diner in the city called ‘Walt’s’, when Johnny and I were on the streets, the owner would give us free drinks and stuff; then King noticed us and started getting us meals each day…”

“Johnny I don’t want to,” you were pulling on his arm, desperately trying to drag him the opposite direction, “that’s KING, the scary guy from the stories, it’s not safe Johnny!”

He agreed with you, but it had been days since you’d last had proper food and it would be a while yet before you could again.

“It will be okay,” he turns to you and kneels down to your level, holding your hands, “We need food Y/N, he’s Walt’s friend so he can’t be that scary right?” Johnny could always calm you down, it was like his super power, no matter the situation he would always make you feel safe and protected. “Besides, I’ll be with you the entire time, I’ll keep you safe.” Maybe he was just your superhero.

After a few meals with King, you both opened up to him exponentially. Like Johnny had promised, he stayed by your side and you both soon realised King wasn’t even half as scary as what people thought - at least not to you. Truthfully, King had started to see you both as his children; eating dinner together almost every day for years, it became harder and harder for him to watch you walk back into the streets afterwards. For some reason he felt the strong need to protect you both. Maybe he saw the innocence that still lingered somewhere beneath all the trauma and shattered glass. That’s when he decided he was going to take you in.

“...He took us in, gave us beds; clothes; food. He got Johnny the Xbox and taught us how to cook. He’s basically our father,” you smile. King really had done so much for you, sometimes you forget.

“Do you miss Johnny?” ‘Stupid question Mark of course she does’ he thinks as soon as he says it.

You look at him again and nod once, you never really talk about Johnny as him with anyone. Sure you’ve mentioned him in stories, much like the others had, but talking just about Johnny was hard, because it’s just a reminder of how you don’t have him anymore.

“So much,” you decide you won’t cry in front of Mark, he makes you feel safe, “he is my favourite person. He was the ‘rock’ of the team, everyone could go to him with any problem, anything at all, and he’d make it better. He brought us all together.”

This Christmas sucked. You all failed a mission two days before, leaving you all pretty beaten up; King was busy with meetings all day, the fridge was empty and none of you could stand long enough to get anything. Everyone was in a mood; hungry; tired and just over it.

“Right!” Johnny suddenly announces, hobbling up from the couches you were all sprawled across, “FIFA tournament, now! Rikky and Y/N vs Me and Ty, Winners get to choose the movie for movie night for the whole of January!”

Despite the initial reluctance, you all agreed and after a few rounds, it made things better. Suddenly the four of you were full of energy, hyping each other up and having to remember not to jump too quick on your bruised legs when you scored. Laughter, cheers and shouting soon filled the dull room.

“What’s with all the noise?!” King shouts, smiling when he walks in to see all of you huddled together around the tv, “I bought Ramen!” he shouts again, finally gaining your attention.

“...we ate ramen and played games all night that year; Johnny turned one of the worst Christmases in to the best, just by using his stupid football game as a way to make us watch 27 dresses every week for a month,”

Mark puts a hand on yours and rubs circles over your knuckles as you talk, still sitting impossibly close, he could feel you pouring your heart out to him and he was going to catch every piece of it.

“Can I speak to Mark for a moment please Y/N,” King had appeared behind you both and was giving you the look that told you to leave. You give Mark a sad smile before going, missing the warmth of his touch the second it’s gone.

“How are you doing Mark?” King asks, taking your place on the couch, though not sitting nearly as close as you were. “You’ve improved a lot, I’m proud of you.”

There was something to the way King had said it that made Mark feel good, he was proud of himself too, he was truly happy here.

“Thank you King Sir,” King smiles softly at the boy who still can’t seem to stop calling him ’Sir’, but he’d given up trying to correct him, he was starting to get used to it.

“Now Mark, I think you know by now that Y/N is like my daughter, she’s very precious to me,” it felt like he was about to get ‘the talk’ so Mark swallows dryly and nods along in agreement, “Y/N cares deeply for you, that makes you important to me too. I hope you know that whatever happens, you are apart of this family, you will always have a home here, that is a promise.”

Mark felt like he could cry. King was looking at him with such sincerity, opening his arms and welcoming him into his home, into his life - he’d never felt so at home before and it was overwhelming. To be wanted somewhere, to be apart of something.

“T-thank you, I-I, just thank you for everything,” Mark says, holding back the tears and smiling at the man who was giving him a fresh start in life, a life with meaning.

“If you’re thankful, how about helping me make tonight's dinner son, I’ll teach you how to make my famous Risotto,” King stands and gestures for Mark to follow, leaning in and whispering teasingly, “it’s Y/N’s favourite.”

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the one with the roommates [part 2] // j.y.n

jung yoonoh (jaehyun) x reader // roommates!au, fuckboy!au // 2.6k words

in which jaehyun and y/n are roommates and pretending to be his fiancé seems like a really good idea // masterlist // warnings: angst (?), some swearing probably // part 2 of 3

You woke up at 6am due to the alarm on your phone going off somewhere in Johnny’s lounge room. You groaned and rolled over on his couch, standing up begrudgingly to attempt to locate your phone apparently via sonar. Raising your hands out in front of you and squinting, you made it to the kitchen, where you had dumped Jaehyun’s jacket after coming back from a 24 hour diner with Yuta at well past midnight the night before.

Shutting off your alarm and grabbing your belongings, you decided to leave and get home so you could get comfortable and finish some work from your class yesterday. Fiddling nervously with the ring you always wore, you tried to find a safe route home.

In your drunken state of mind that wasn’t due to alcohol at all but rather your lack of sleep over the past few nights, you didn’t think that Jaehyun’s date would still be in your apartment. After catching a bus from Johnny’s and then walking, it was almost 7am, and you sleepily let yourself into the apartment, keys jangling loudly against the door.

You closed the door and let your heavy bag down, taking off Jaehyun’s jacket and leaving it by the door. You made your way past the bedrooms to the back of the apartment to look for food, and there was a soft thump as you heard a door close behind you.

“Y/n?” Jaehyun stood shirtless at the end of the hallway in a pair of black Adidas tracksuit pants, and rubbed his face tiredly, “What are you doing?”

You suddenly found it very difficult to not stare at him; the way his muscles moved as he walked, the way his pants hung low on his hips, the way his hair was tousled perfectly after waking up… beside another girl. You let the thoughts slip away in your mind.

You yawned, opening the refrigerator clumsily, “I woke up early and decided to let Johnny sleep. I caught the bus home.”

He trudged over to the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket, joining you at the counter, “Yeah, well, I think this girl is planning on living here now. Last night, she was talking about a quick fling to help her get over her ex, but now she’s saying we should get breakfast and inviting me to family barbecues.”

You heard a door open softly, but you ignored it, instead rolling your eyes and reaching across the counter to grab his hand in mock pity, “You poor thing. Oh, and before I forget, your jacket’s by the d – “

You stopped when you saw a girl standing at the end of the hallway, mouth agape. Jaehyun noticed your reaction and turned around in his seat. She was stunningly beautiful, even after just waking up; she was wearing one of Jaehyun’s shirts, showing off her long, toned legs and her dark hair was tied up in a bun at the top of her head. She looked from your face, to Jaehyun’s, then to where your hands were joined, and started again. No one spoke.

Eventually, homegirl decided to say something, and you felt bad for her as she looked at the two of you with hurt and confusion, “Y-you’re engaged?”

She looked at Jaehyun sadly, and then turned to you, rushing to speak, “I- I am so sorry, I had no idea.” You watched as Melissa ran to Jaehyun’s room and a second later was out the door.

Jaehyun blinked then looked towards the front door, whisper-shouting in a bored tone, “No, don’t leave! Please, you weren’t meant to find out this wa – Well, she’s gone.” He went back to eating his apple.

“Why did she think we were engaged?” The drama had shaken you from your tired state and you hoped that Jaehyun wouldn’t notice your flushed cheeks.

“How would I know? She’s crazy,” Jaehyun mindlessly said, grabbing his phone from the charger beside the toaster. When he looked up and saw your disapproving face, he shrugged, “She probably just saw you, and your ring, and assumed I was cheating on you with her. But, it worked out well because now I don’t have to dodge her calls until she leaves me alone.” He smirked at your reaction, “Come on, Y/n, it’s not that bad. Actually, it’s brilliant; I can’t think why I haven’t thought of this before.”

“Because it’s insane?” You suggested, stealing his apple and taking a bite before binning it.

He rested his elbow and the table and placed his chin in his hand, thinking, “But it just might work. You can pretend to be my fiancé for a bit and scare off the lodgers, and- “

“I get to steal your sweatshirts and jackets whenever I want,” you stated, smiling evilly and sticking out your hand. The deal wasn’t really affecting your life – pretending to be Jaehyun’s fiancé was harmless really – so you didn’t want to ask for too much in return.

“Within reason,” he stated pointedly, but shook your hand nonetheless. “Just switch your ring to your other finger and we’re good to go.”

“What if they’re going to leave anyway, do I still have to be your fiancé?”

He thought for a moment, searching your face for any hesitation before speaking, “No, do it anyway.” You felt a smile sneak onto your face, but he continued, “That way they won’t want to call me or go out again afterwards.”

Two weeks later, and you waited outside your apartment with an umbrella, anticipating Jaehyun’s text. You watched as your neighbours walked past you in the lobby, shooting you odd looks as you stared expectantly at your phone. This was not the first time they’d seen you loitering by the main doors with a suitcase. Actually, it was almost three times a week that you’d be standing there in your raincoat, one hand on your suitcase and one holding your phone. You’d played this role seven times since your agreement, and you pretty much had the timing down pat.

‘now,’ your phone dinged in your hand and you sighed, readying yourself. Shifting your ring to your ring finger, you pressed the button for the elevator. When the doors slid open, you briefly closed your eyes, wondering why this always felt like such a big deal to you.

Bringing your keys out of your bag, and dragging the empty suitcase behind you, you walked up to your door, hesitating only briefly before opening the door, “Surprise! I’m home early! Babe?” You called into the apartment.

There was a soft thump from Jaehyun’s room and you stood waiting in the kitchen, your hand tightly grasping your suitcase handle. The door opened and Jaehyun rushed out, grabbing onto your shoulders, “There’s my beautiful fiancé! Look at the sunrise, how beautiful!” He began to push you towards the window in the back of the apartment and turned around to see the hallway. “Don’t turn around,” he whispered in your ear, his breath fanning your neck as he leant in.

You heard the soft sound of the front door closing slowly, and turned to Jaehyun, a grin on your face, “How’d I do?”

He looked at your face briefly, your happy expression, and began walking back to his room, shaking his head as he left, “Perfect, as usual.”

You gave his retreating figure an odd look, but when he joined you ten minutes later for breakfast, he had almost returned to normal.

“You were in a happy mood this morning,” you deadpanned, grabbing a spoon for your cereal.

“Didn’t get much sleep last night,” he mumbled, buttering his toast and refusing to make eye contact with you.

You felt yourself shrinking as you let out a soft ‘oh’, and began to eat in silence.

He looked up at you suddenly, searching your face as he spoke, “You know, I was thinking-“

“That’s dangerous,” you snorted into your cereal, bringing your spoon to your mouth.

He gave you a pointed look before continuing, “I was thinking that before you show up, these girls really have no idea that I’m engaged.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“No, I mean, it’s not like my room exactly screams ‘serious relationship’,” he said, raising his head to look at you, sending you a soft smile. “I think, if we really want this to work, they need to believe that I’m actually husband material.” There was a pause and he gasped, “Why are you laughing? I can be husband material!”

You kept laughing, pointing at him with your spoon, “No, you really can’t.”

He smiled and shook his head at your reaction, “Okay, well, either way, we need to make my room look more girl-friendly.”

You shrugged, “Sure, what’re you thinking?”

His smile stretched wider across his face, pausing for dramatic effect, “We’re going… to IKEA.”

You laughed at his antics and put your empty bowl in the sink, “What, now?”

He nodded, excited energy overflowing from him, “Yeah, if you’re free.”

“What about this?” You turned around to face Jaehyun, holding up a dark blue patterned pillow, thinking it would look nice against the grey tones in his otherwise colourless bedroom. Families rushed around the store pushing trolleys and carrying lists and tiny pencils with the IKEA logo inscribed on them. You had decided to focus on accessories for Jaehyun’s room, agreeing that accessories, whilst being cheap, would make the room seem more feminine.

Jaehyun looked around the pillow section with you, following you with the trolley, leaning over the handlebars and spending most of his time complaining. “No, I like this one,” he held up a maroon and yellow pillow, a horrid pattern covering its case. He read its tag, “Bënaki… I’d like to Bënaki with you.” He winked at you when you turned around.

You laughed and threw the blue pillow you were holding at him, “I think not.”

“Hey!” He picked up the pillow and threw it back at you, but you ducked and hid behind the shelves of another aisle, arming yourself with more of the ugly brown and yellow pillows which seemed to surround you, before jumping up and bombarding him with the three pillows you had managed to hold at once.

Soon, your trolley was abandoned as you each fired pillows at each other, ducking in and out of aisles and sprinting away from each other.

You panted as you ran from him, dodging the few families and tossing a pillow into a display and hiding in one of the display rooms. It was a small monotone bedroom, decorated in colours of grey and black, and you hid behind the bed, waiting with a hammering heart as you heard Jaehyun’s hurried footsteps run after you.

You giggled to yourself as you watched him run past, his hair flying behind him as searched for you. Creeping into the adjoining kitchen, you accidentally knocked over a pot and hurried to grab it, shocked at the loud noise. You silently placed the pot back onto the display stove and ducked into the bathroom, decorated in colours of green and brown.

Watching the kitchen door carefully, you slowly crept backwards towards the bedroom when two strong arms wrapped around your torso, causing you to let out a squeal.

Jaehyun held onto you and laughed at your reaction. You attempted to catch your breath, but his arms only slightly loosened around you. He started to waddle-walk as he directed to you back to the cushion section, his arms wrapped snuggly around your waist.

“I won, so does this mean I get to choose the pillows?” He asked, mumbling into your ear as he retracted his right arm from you, coming to stand on your right and grabbing at a random pillow and inspecting it carefully. His left hand held on your waist still, and you stood far too close, yet neither of you moved away.

“I like that one,” you said quietly, looking over at a new one he’d picked up. It had differing shades of black and white with a small hint of blue. He hummed in response, grabbing two and carrying them to your abandoned trolley that had remained in the corner of the cushion section.

“Is that everything?” He asked, tallying up the objects that already sat in the trolley. There were two cushions, a small pot plant, a small canvas painting and a soft furry blanket. You smiled at the blanket, running your hand through it.

“Can I keep the blanket once this is over and done with?” You questioned, missing the falter in his smile, before he shrugged in response.

At the checkout, you pulled out your purse and handed him enough money to cover half of the bill. He looked at you surprised, “It’s just going into my room; I should pay.”

“Are you joking? When your… When there’s no one coming over, we can display them in the apartment. They’re not just for you. Besides, isn’t marriage about splitting the bill?” You grinned at him quickly before greeting the checkout assistant and watching as he began scanning your items.

Jaehyun cleared his throat and pulled out his own wallet, “Right. Of course.”

Back at the apartment, it was a Sunday, and you had classes the next day, so you always stayed home or went to visit Johnny while Jaehyun went clubbing or met his one night stands.

You helped Jaehyun ferry your new items up to the apartment and decorated his room quickly, placing the pot plant on his chest of drawers next to the photo that you liked so much, the pillows and blanket on his bed and displaying the artwork on the wall above his bed. Jaehyun worked around you, cleaning up the never-ending mess that was his bedroom floor.

He’d connected his phone to a speaker and you both sang and danced around while you worked. Needless to say, you enjoyed every moment and loved watching him perform random songs as he tossed his clothes into the laundry hamper.

Once you’d finished, and his bedroom was almost spotless, you huffed and wiped your head as you examined your work, “Well, it definitely looks a lot better.”

He came over to stand beside you in the doorway, his arm slung along your shoulders and agreed, “Definitely.” Jaehyun grabbed his laundry bag and slung it over his shoulder, “What are your plans for tonight?”

You sighed and flopped onto his bed, exhausted. You covered your eyes with your forearm, “I’m just going to stay in tonight. I’m too tired. I heard there’s a Seinfeld marathon on, maybe I’ll watch that. What about you? Who’s your hot date for tonight?”

You sat up on your elbows to look at him and he puffed his cheeks out, leaning against the doorframe with his shoulder, “I don’t have a date tonight.”

You felt your eyebrows raise in surprise, “Oh?”

He tucked his hands into his pockets, “No, but if you’re st-“ He was cut off by an alert on your phone and he stopped, watching you pull out your phone.

[5:24pm] Utah: hey y/n any chance you want to maybe grab dinner tonight?? I know its last minute but … :D

finally decided to start posting my jaehyun fic so here it is lmao,, I know it says three parts but u never know this will probably have more parts lmao

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nicksilveirart · 6 years ago

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(SING!) Story Not Told, chapter 6 – Freedom is a Voice

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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A/N: Feels train coming through!

"First things first, I'm sorry my presence caused… That." Ash was sitting down at Buster's office, resting her head upon his desk. Beside her, the koala sat, gently rubbing her back. "Now that I know the whole story, I think it makes it easier for us to talk about it." She looked up at him, but remained silent. He merely rested his head on the table, facing her. "Do you not want to talk about it? That's fine too… I also got something to say." "I can't believe he did that." "Huh. Tell me about it. If I knew, I'd have brought you back here." He chuckled. She sadly smiled up at him. "Okay, bad time for a joke. Got it. Carry on." "How much did you hear down there?" "Look at my ears. How much do you think I heard down there?" She giggled. "Everything?" "Ding ding ding! We got a winner to the prize of a hundred thousand do-" She playfully pushed him. "Stop that." "I'm sorry." He fixed his hair. "I don't like seeing you like that." "I'll get over it." "I know you will, you're the toughest girl I ever met." She blushed, and finally looked at him in the eyes. "But you know… Even the tougher can use help sometimes…" He was gently brushing against her arm. "So why don't you tell me exactly what happened? From the beginning." "There's not much I can say… I went looking for a band to join, got this audition and presented with these guys from here, to see public reception. Peter, Bobby, Mark and Melissa, I think. Lance was a composer, he was watching the show, and saw us perform. When it was over, me, Lance, and the band sat there after the house closed for the day, just… Chit chatting, small talking, everybody was drunk and talking funny." "Anyone using drugs?" She shook her head. "Normal cigarettes, and beer. Loads of beer. We left the place, Lance was the most sober guy there, so he was driving. He dropped the guys at their houses, and when it came my turn, he spent the night at my house." She sniffed. He came closer to her, smoothly caressing her hand. "Anyway… We talked, sang to Aerosquid songs, he showed me some of his own… I liked him, and I ended up turning the band down to team up with him." She shut her eyes tight. He quickly hugged her. "Mr Moon?" Buster turned to find his senile assistant. "Yes, Miss Crawly?" "Everyone has been called, sir." "Good… Erm, shut the lights down there for today. It's not like we're going back to rehearsal." "Yes, Mr Moon." She said, turning to leave. "And you can go home for the day, too." The lizard gave a grin that almost made Buster crack up. "You're welcome, Miss Crawly. And please shut the door when you leave." He turned back to Ash. "Sorry. You were saying?" "Quick question before I go on?" He chuckled. "Shoot." "How old is she, and why does she still work?" "For one, I wish I knew, and for two, she is family." He laughed lightly. "She saw this theatre being built." "She's funny." "That too. Not a day goes by without laughter if Miss Crawly's around!" He made a dramatic pose. She laughed. He smiled. "Move over to the couch. It hurts my neck to rest down on the table." "Okay, grandpa." She teased, as she sat on the couch. "Ha! You insult me." He took a seat by her side. "Now carry on." Her expression turned somber once again. "Where was I?" "You turned down the band-" "To join in a duo with him. For a little while it was great, I was on cloud nine. Shows were kinda slow though." "I can tell." Buster interrupted. "No offense, but the guy sings like he's gotta sore throat." She laughed hearing that. "So you noticed." "My job to notice. But you? Why didn't you break up-" He froze. Oops. Wrong words, Buster. "Break the duo with him? I mean… Ash, you got one of the prettiest singing voices I've ever heard! Once you noticed he wasn't good, why didn't you leave, join the band you spoke of..?" "He kept saying I would never do it. That all I was good for was backing vocal if that alone wasn't too much for me." She leaned against his side. "And you believed him?" The koala said, shocked. She stared up at him weirdly. "He wouldn't see talent if it fell right on his lap!" She smiled faintly up at him. "I'm not that good, Buster." "You have a beautiful voice, and are so talented Ash…" "You didn't even care for the song I sang." "Well… I'm not the biggest fan of punk, you know?" He scratched his head. "But last night, that original you played? Wow! Too slow for a concert, maybe… But it was amazing!" He was enthusiastic. She smiled a little up at him as he pulled her closer. "If I had your voice, I'd be a global by now!" "I'm glad you like my voice, but… I wanted it so bad to work out, I ended…" She sniffed. "I… Ended…" "Shutting yourself out." He finished. "No matter what you did, or how good you performed, it was never enough for him." That was it. The mask was off. Sobbing, she threw her arms around his neck. He held her back tightly. "It's okay, Ash… It's okay…" "It's not, you had to hear… You had to hear the things he said… He went inside inquiring if I had cheated… Offered us to get back together… Said that if I hadn't went home earlier the other day, none of this would've happened…" She rested her face on his shoulder. Buster's hands were curled into fists. Was that dinkleschplatt trying to make her feel guilty over his cheating? "And you had to hear… You just had to… Him saying I was sleeping with you to win the contest…" "Well, Lance's an idiot!" He interrupted. "Trying to blame you for his mistakes, guilt-tripping you, to win you back, I presume, he may be an idiot but he's not dumb, he knows what he lost!" He thought about his next words very carefully. "And assuming you'd go that low to get privileges? Not only he's a total imbecile, but he also doesn't know you!" He was angrily walking around the room. The rocker was looking at him in astonishment. "The piece of- damn! You're too good for him, Ash. You did this, all this!" He continued, motioning to the room around him. "For him, and he treats you like that? I can't believe you're upset over these things he said…" "But he's right." She shrugged. "Maybe if I hadn't arrived early, we'd still be together." He took a seat near her once again, resting a hand upon her shoulder. "You rather not know he was cheating?" "Not when you put it like that." She wiped her eyes. "He said it was a one night thing, he was lonely, I wasn't around, maybe if that one day I wasn't there, I would've never caught them and we'd still be dating like nothing ever happened. Ruin an almost two year relationship because of that, I mean..." Teenage love. So beautiful, and so dangerous to your judgment skills. Buster remembered that correctly. He wasn't a ladies' man, but he had been cheated upon, and he had fallen for the same dumb excuses.

"Come on Buster, be considerate!" "Not over cheating, Laura, we're through." His heart was shattered inside of his chest. "This was an accident!" He hit the cloth on the car he was polishing, immediately regretting it as it scratched the painting. "YOU WERE KISSING JOHNNY, LAURA, YOU CALL THAT AN ACCIDENT?! AN ACCIDENT IS HITTING YOUR CAR, KISSING SOMEONE IS NOT AN ACCIDENT!" "We were drunk, babe!" "I've gotten drunk and didn't kiss anyone!" "But I did, and it was a mistake, and an accident, and I love you, babe…" She had tears on her eyes as she hugged him. "It won't happen again, I promise…" Laura looked up at him in the sweet way she knew melted his heart. "I promise…" After giving her words some thought, he sighed and held her back. On the windowsill above, Mr Moon watched the interaction. This is not going to work out, he figured. But that would have to wait. A honking sound broke the silence. Grabbing his always loyal car washing bucket, he was ready to get to work. "One moment, please, sir!"

He had seen it all, the lame excuses, the guilt-tripping, the good girl attitude. He had accepted his girlfriend's apology, and ended up heartbroken. And now he was seeing Ash about to make the same mistake. "What guarantees you that?" She looked up at him. "Guarantees what?" "What guarantees you that this was a 'one night' thing? Lance?" Buster spat out his name like he was cursing someone. "Look, I know you this is your life, and again, I may be going into something that's none of my business. Cheaters don't change, Ash. Okay, see it this way. He cheated this first time, gave you the puppy dog eyes, just waiting you'd fall right back at his arms. If you do that, what image will you give this bloody wanker? That you're easy to win back… He's just gonna cheat again…" His ears dropped, his eyes glassy. "And you will end up even more heartbroken than now." She was at loss for words. "Believe me. Please believe me. I've felt it on my skin. I've been there. And I made the same mistake you are about to make. There's better guys around." "Where is the better gal you've found?" "I'm not ready to settle down." He confessed. "Ash, we got more in common than you think. I'm not-" He was interrupted by annoying phone ringtone. Ash pulled her bag over, and grabbed hold of it. Lance. She looked back at Buster. "Do what you feel is right." He said, simply resting back on the couch, motioning for her to put it on loudspeaker. "Hello." "Hey babes." She covered the speaker, and took a deep breath. "Don't call me 'babes', Lance." Buster smiled and nodded. "Come on, don't talk that dryly to me…" "How may I help you?" "Okay, I am going to make the sheep impersonation. Baaa-bes…" "What do you want, Lance?!" She said, altered. Buster motioned for her to calm down, mouthing the words 'That's what he wants.' "Wow, we are jumpy today! All that because I asked you to forget I cheated?" "I don't know. All that because you realized you traded a jewel for trash?" "Jewel?" He chuckled. "One day in the theatre and you're already thinking too much of yourself, babes. I just wanted to invite you over for mine and Becky's great debut." "Debut?" "Presentation. Sorry. Forgot some words are too fancy for you, babes." She inhaled deeply. "You have a girlfriend, why the hell are you calling me babes?" "Oh, Becky doesn't mind. She ain't a crazy jealous crybaby like some of us are." Buster had had it. He pulled her over, and whispered. "Ask him where is the show." Her voice was almost broken. "What? Why?" "Do it, trust me." "Ah, your new boyfriend is around! Hey there, Mr Moon! Can he hear me? How you doing today sire? Never thought you had the hots for younger gals!" She picked the phone back up, and replied the best she could. "No, he can't hear you, and he's not my boyfriend." "Okay. Invite me to the wedding, will ya?" "Where is your little debut with Becky?" "Ah, I knew I'd get you curious! The Tiki Cove, babes." "Don't call me babes!" Her voice cracked, and it came a bit too loud for her liking. Holding the phone against her ear, she collapsed to the couch, crying. "Hang up, hang up." Buster quickly motioned for her, scooping her up in his arms. "I'm so proud of you, Ash. You won't regret this, trust me." She soaked his suit with tears. Both sat holding each other for the longest while. "He's an idiot, and you know that. He doesn't deserve your tears. I'll make it up to you…" She rested her head atop his shoulder. "How?" "I want you to write a song." He began. "Like, really write a song. Spill your feeling into the gosh darn melody! I want an original as good as that one you showed me, name name…" He snapped his fingers. "Freedom is a voice!" Wiping her eyes, she looked at him weirdly. "I don't write pop songs, Buster." "Oh no no no! That's the best part about it… I want you to write a punk song!" She seemed shocked. "Yeah!" He was motioning like he played the guitar, even head banging a little. "That melody, the guitar solos, the loudness! It's the perfect soundtrack for a heartbreak! There's just a little something, I kinda need it for tomorrow." "Tomorrow?!" "I know I'm asking too much." He took her hands. "But I believe in you." "I never wrote punk before." She confessed. "It's not gonna be a masterpiece." "It won't if you tell yourself it won't." She was rubbing her temples. "Buster…" He got on his knees. "Please, please promise you'll try!" Ash laughed at the scene in front of her. "Okay, I'll do it. Ah!" The koala jumped on her, hugging her tight, and kissing her cheek. "Thank you! I know you'll make something amazing!" He said, going to the door. "I'll give ya a ride. Meanwhile, you get that dumbass out of your head, shake the dust away from those quills and let your feelings flow!" He finished, shutting the door behind them.

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legxllyblxndc · 4 years ago

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hayes family dinner ( @foreverwednesday )

EH GCH WH BC AM MS AG: "Mum! Noah's in my seat!" Nancy whined into the kitchen, attempting to shove her brother out of the chair she usually sat in at dinnertime for the third time. "Mum!" She shouted through, wanting her mum to come in and tell him to move - it had always been this way at dinnertimes, although as the two of them got older it was becoming less frequent to have everybody around this table. They'd tried to make the effort since Elias had died, though. "Would you please just move? You know I like sitting here!" She told him, sighing dramatically. She always liked sitting next to her grandma Grace at these dinners and she knew her brother knew that.

EH GCH WH BC AM MS AG: Freddie groaned as Noah and Nancy continued to bicker, taking a gulp of his water and shaking his head. "Will you two stop pratting around?" He snapped, looking at them with an annoyed expression. "Just sit somewhere else." He wasn't usually quite this irritable, but he'd not had a lot to drink today, knowing he had this dinner to come to - and he and Dawn had argued right before he'd come to the dinner. "And don't ask me to take my hat off, before you start." He told Grace with narrowed eyebrows. "I'm cold. It's staying on." He'd only served to get more grumpy as he got older. He did enjoy these dinners with his family, he liked getting to see them all together... Sometimes it was just hidden by the moodiness.

EH GCH WH BC AM MS AG: "Noah, just move!" Ava called from the kitchen with a groan, trying to dish everything up as quickly as she could because she knew people would be getting impatient. "Dinner will be ten minutes, maximum!" She called through, stopping to take a sip of her wine and wipe her forehead with the back of her hand. She loved these dinners, she loved getting to see her kids properly and speak to her nephew too - but it was always a little stressful when they started bickering. Especially since she knew Freddie would be grumpy about it. Things had been even more stressful lately, because Noah had been so adamant about her giving him his birth certificate - they had managed to avoid this so many times in the past and she was sure they'd be able to find a way around it this time, too... But it didn't mean it wasn't stressful for her. "Does anybody need a new drink?" She called, raising an eyebrow.

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo kept his eyes on the table in front of him, his foot tapping the floor moodily as he listened to everything going on around him. He was keeping his word, he hadn't spoken to or even looked at Iris properly, but it was hard. He wanted to. At stuff like this, the two of them would usually be non-stop chattering and he felt like everything was totally different now because of it. He sighed and looked to his mum, before he looked back at the table. He didn't really want to be there anymore and he really hoped it didn't last as long as these dinners usually did. He just wanted to be at home, where he didn't have to be reminded of how badly he'd messed up constantly.

FH AH AG NH AG: Aaron looked sadly at his son; he knew how downhearted he felt about everything, how much he regretted what he'd done to Iris... And although he didn't blame her, he did wish that she would be able to find forgiveness for him. He loved him so much, he just wanted the best for him. He didn't want things to be awkward though, so he was attempting to keep things bright. "So, Bri - how's Johnny doing?" He smiled across the table, raising an eyebrow. He'd always gotten along with Johnny and he thought he was really good for both Bridie and Iris.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "No! Tell her to get her own seat! I was here first!" Noah snapped. He was in a bad mood. Partly because Nancy was being annoying and his mum was taking her side, partly because he hadn't been able to get out of the family dinner but mostly because his mum was being so annoying and wouldn't give him his birth certificate. He had lost his job. He needed his certificate to be able to try and get another one. He didn't understand why she was being so stubborn about it. "I'm not fucking moving!" Noah snapped, shaking his head. "Go and sit next to Iris, maybe she'll stop looking so miserable."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Grace took a big gulp off her wine as she had to sit and listen to Noah and Nancy bickering. She loved them. She loved being a grandma but they were annoying her today. "Noah, will you please move." Grace tried, for the third time. She was getting really sick of his attitude and if she was honest, being so close to Noah hurt. He reminded her so much of Elias. "I wasn't going to say anything, Freddie." Grace muttered, shaking her head as she looked away from him. They were much closer now than they used to be but she didn't think that he could get away talking to her like that.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Although Jude enjoyed spending time with his family, it was nights like this which wound him up a little bit. "Noah!" Jude snapped, getting really frustrated that he wasn't listening to anyone. "Don't talk to your mother like that. Get up. Sit over there!" Once he had moved - huffing and puffing as he went - he stood up then and moved to the kitchen to grab himself a drink. He smiled at Ava a little, "Are you okay?" He asked her. He knew that she was a little stressed out today and he wanted to be able to help her.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "You're cold?" Alba asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked to her dad. "Can I put the heating up a little, Ava?" She still did whatever she could to make sure that her dad was okay. She was pretty sure that he was going downhill slowly and she wasn't completely sure how to fix it. Alba had made sure to sit next to her son at the dinner table, wanting to make sure that he knew she was there if he needed someone. She didn't like how Iris was treating him. He had made a mistake, she didn't think it was fair to make him suffer. "Do you want another drink, Arlo?" She asked her son, smiling slightly.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris rolled her eyes as she heard Noah, "Shut up." She growled at him. This was why she didn't want to be here. She knew that she wouldn't enjoy herself and she would just bring the mood down. If she hadn't promised Arlo that she would be there, she wouldn't have gone at all. She just wanted to stay at home, order takeaway and eat her body weight in ice cream. "Could I have more wine, please, Ava?" She asked, calling over to the older woman. She knew that she couldn't get drunk - not at something like this - but she wanted to, at least, dull her feelings a little.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Bridie scowled at Noah as he spoke about Iris. Her thinking was similar to Aarons. Arlo had done something bad but he was owning up to that. He was clearly beating himself up about it. But Bridie also thought that her daughter was overreacting a little. It wasn't like they were properly together. It was why she was trying to help Arlo as much as she could. She smiled, as she looked too Aaron and nodded, "Yeah, he's doing good. He's with Caleb tonight, I think." She chuckled. Sometimes, Bridie felt a little bad about her relationship with Johnny. She loved him but she didn't ever think that she would be in love with him. She knew that, that would only ever be Elias.

FH AH AG NH AG: "I sit here every week!" Nancy snapped back; she didn't see why it was such a big deal, why he couldn't just move when he knew that was where she liked to sit. "Shut up, Noah. You're one to talk about looking miserable." She rolled her eyes. Her brother had been nothing but miserable recently and she was getting sick of it, especially when he'd made his own bed. She smiled as her grandma and dad told him to move and he eventually did, sliding into the seat with a satisfied smile. "Thanks, dad!" She beamed, sliding Noah's drink over to him and pouring herself one. "Do you want me to put the heating up, granddad?" She asked, looking over to Freddie as he said he was cold.

FH AH AG NH AG: "I'm fine. Stop fussing. It's why I put my hat on." Freddie said bluntly, scowling around the table at the people who were starting to fuss over him. He didn't need the heating on, he had just been making a point that he wasn't taking off his hat. "Why isn't he talking everybody's ear off like usual?" He narrowed his eyes, nodding over at Arlo. "And you -" He pointed at Noah. "What happened to your job?" As he got older, Freddie had even less tact - he didn't really care what he said anymore, he was as blunt as could be and right now, he wanted answers. He forgot a lot of stuff nowadays, so he didn't really know if he'd already been told or not, but he wanted to know again.

FH AH AG NH AG: Ava rolled her eyes from in the kitchen. "And you know that's Nancy's seat, so just move!" She called back, shaking her head. She was used to her kids bickering by now, but it didn't mean it wasn't annoying. She smiled as she heard her husband coming into the kitchen, turning around with a nod. "Yeah, fine. Everything's nearly sorted." She smiled. "Is he still talking about his birth certificate?" She raised an eyebrow, lowering her voice to a whisper. He had already asked a couple of times tonight and she was finding it harder than usual to lie. As he was getting older, she knew she couldn't just continue to do everything for him - but she couldn't think of a way around it all just yet.

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo sighed as Noah spoke about Iris; he didn't see why he had to make a comment, not when they were all sat around like this. "Yeah, please. Can I have a coke?" He asked his mum, raising an eyebrow. He wished they'd just stayed at home tonight instead, but he knew that wasn't going to happen - not when the whole rest of the family was there. He raised an eyebrow, looking up at his granddad. "I'm fine, granddad. Just tired." He muttered, shrugging his shoulders. He was usually the one being told to shut up and eat at this kind of thing, but he couldn't even think of anything to say tonight.

FH AH AG NH AG: Aaron patted his sons shoulder gently, looking over to Freddie with a smile. "He's been busy with football training, Fred. Tires him out." He nodded his head, as though that explained it. "That would make sense." He chuckled, nodding his head. He thought it was lovely that Caleb and Johnny were still such good friends after all this time. He looked around, realising that Ava hadn't heard Iris's request. "Here you go, Iris." He smiled, picking up the bottle of wine and reaching over to pour some into her glass.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Noah rolled his eye as Nancy spoke to him again. He was annoyed with her. He was annoyed at pretty much all of them right now, if he was honest. He sat down next to Bridie with a sigh. Once his granddad started speaking to him, he rolled his eyes. "Because I did, granddad. It happens." He shrugged. He didn't care what everyone else said. He wasn't going to admit what had happened. He had failed the drug test. Noah wasn't really surprised. He hadn't really been sober very much recently. When he was, he was normally in this mood. He rolled his eyes, "Tell mum I've gone to look for my birth certificate." He muttered to Ava before he headed upstairs. He knew where she put all the documents and stuff.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "You could take the hat off if you let them put the heating on." Grace muttered, shaking her head a little bit. She thought that she knew why he was being like this, he hadn't been drinking. But she knew that it was none of her business. It hadn't really been any of her business for a long time. She turned to Nancy as Noah spoke to his granddad, "What happened?" She asked her, trying to keep her voice down - though everyone at the table could probably hear her. If he was anything like the others in the family, she knew what had happened but she wanted to know if what she was thinking was true or not.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Alba sighed as she saw the look on her dads face. She didn't like it when he was in this mood. There was only one person, in the world, that Alba would stand up for over her father and that was her son. So when he spoke to him like he did, she shook her head a little bit. "Lay off him, okay dad?" She raised an eyebrow. She didn't think it was fair to kick him when he was down. "Yeah, of course." Alba smiled as Arlo asked for a coke and she got up. She moved quickly to the kitchen, not really paying attention to what Ava and Jude were saying, and handed the can back to her son.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "Okay, well, then i'll stay in here till you're done." He shrugged. Jude didn't want to deal with the rest of his family until his wife was by his side. "Of course he is." Jude muttered, nodding his head. They hadn't thought about that when they had said that they would adopt him. He didn't know how they were going to be able to explain this away, how they were going to get Noah what he needed. "Maybe we just have to tell him the truth, Ava." He sighed. He didn't know what else they were going to do.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris chuckled a little as Freddie spoke to Arlo - mostly because of how harsh he was. She had always enjoyed that about him. She sighed as everyone instantly came to Arlos defence. "We've had a fall out, Freddie. Arlo is sulking." She shrugged her shoulders. She figured that there wasn't any point in lying about it. She didn't care if anyone got annoyed at her. She was hurting and she wasn't going to pretend like she wasn't just to make everyone else feel better. "Oh. Thank you." Iris muttered as Aaron poured her a little bit of wine.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Bridie laughed, nodding her head, "Yeah, I'd say so too." After Elias, Bridie hadn't known if she had wanted to be around all of the Hayes as much. She had spiralled -massively - and she was just beginning to get back on her feet. She had a glass of wine with her dinner but she didn't think that, that was anything to worry about - she knew that it probably wasn't great, though. "Iris." Bridie muttered, shaking her head. She thought that the Hayes were well in their rights to not invite her tonight. She didn't want to cause issues before dinner had even started.

FH AH AG NH AG: Nancy raised an eyebrow as Noah spoke. "But mum said she --" But before she could get out the rest of her sentence, her brother had gotten up and gone. She didn't think it was a big deal, she didn't see why her mum had been so insistent on sorting it herself anyway. She thought it was just Ava trying to stay in control. She sighed as she looked to her grandma, wondering whether she should say or not. She was worried about her brother, she knew his job had meant a lot to him. "I - he said they had to do some kind of drug test..." She admitted with a sigh, keeping her voice to the quietest of whispers.

FH AH AG NH AG: "I don't want to take it off. I'm fine." Freddie grumbled, reaching for the bottle of wine and pouring some into his glass. He didn't care what anybody said, everybody else there had a glass and he was in a bad mood, now. "Not without a reason it doesn't." He muttered over to Noah, but he didn't push any harder than that. He might be a little out of his sometimes, but he knew Noah was similar to Elias - if he didn't want to tell you something, then he wouldn't. He looked over to Iris for a second, but ignored what she'd said and looked over to his daughter, narrowing his eyes. "Why can't he get his own coke?" He asked, taking a big gulp of his wine.

FH AH AG NH AG: "Okay. You wanna start putting the vegetables into bowls, then?" Ava asked with a smile, leaning down to take the lasagne out of the oven. It needed time to cool before she plated it all up, but it wasn't all that late - she thought people could wait a little bit longer. "God, I don't know why he's being so stubborn about it..." She sighed, shaking her head. She wished Noah would just let her handle it, would let her get his paperwork across to anybody who needed it. She stood up straight as Jude spoke, looking him in the eye. "He will never forgive us, Jude. Do you understand that? If we tell him the truth, we'll never see him again." She truly believed that - and that was why all of this was scaring her so much.

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo knew his mum was always going to stand up for him and he loved that so much, but he also knew his granddad wasn't likely to back down when he was in this kind of a mood. "Thanks, mum." He said quietly, taking the can and opening it quickly, pouring it into his glass. He ignored what his granddad was saying - Freddie was always saying he was spoiled and he hated it. He knew he was, but he didn't think he was the only one - Nancy was pretty spoiled, too. He rolled his eyes as Iris spoke. He'd wanted her to be there, but he didn't think she was being fair right now.

FH AH AG NH AG: Aaron sighed as Iris spoke, raising an eyebrow as he looked over to the girl. "Can we maybe not do that?" He asked firmly. He understood the girl was hurting and he thought she had more than enough reason to be; he felt awful for her, but he also didn't think it was fair of her to come here and start talking about Arlo like that. Not when he was already obviously feeling terrible. "Al, could you pass me the water jug, please?" He smiled over at his wife. He was driving tonight, so he wasn't having anything to drink. It didn't really bother him, though.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Noah heard what his sister said as he was leaving the room but he didn't really care. He had been asking his mum for his birth certificate for a couple days now and he couldn't understand why it was such a difficult request for her. He couldn't have his mother emailing his potential jobs his birth certificates every single time. He didn't see why he couldn't just get it and keep it in his new place. He reached for the little box that his mum kept all the documents in, shifting through them, looking for what he needed. When he found it, though, he was really confused.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Grace rolled her eyes as she listened too Freddie. She wasn't going to fight with him on it though. She didn't see the point, she knew that he wouldn't listen to her. Though she did sigh loudly as she saw him reach for the wine. She didn't understand why he had to do that. Why he couldn't just give it a rest. Graces eyes went wide as she listened to her granddaughter, though. "That stupid boy." She hissed. Grace had never been particularly fond over drugs but she had become even worse about it since Elias. "I'll be back in a second." She gave Nancy a tight smile before she marched - as much as she could - into the kitchen. "You allow him to do drugs?" She hissed, looking from her son to her daughter-in-law.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "Alright. Yeah." Noah nodded his head before he started to sort out the vegetables. He figured that it was better to keep himself busy than dwell on what would happen if Noah ever found out. "What choice do we have, Ava? You know that he won't stop. He'll keep pushing. We're going to have to tell him." He didn't know, though. He had no idea if Ava was right. If Noah wouldn't talk to them again. As he heard his mothers voice, he turned to face her. Noah hadn't told him why he had gotten fired but he looked to Ava, wondering if she knew that, that was why.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "No problem," Alba nodded her head, shooting him a small smile. She hated how cut up he felt about everything that had happened and she would do whatever she could to make him feel better. Even if it was just grabbing him a coke. "Because I don't mind getting it, Dad. It's no big deal. Like Aaron said. He's been busy with training." She shrugged her shoulders. She wouldn't fight him but she didn't like how he constantly had double standards when it came to Arlo and Nancy. They were both spoilt. At least Alba held her hands up to it. "Of course." Alba smiled at her husband and passed him the water jug.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris rolled her eyes as she listened to Aaron, "Freddie asked a question, I was just answering it." She didn't think that she was out of line. She didn't like that people refused to hold Arlo accountable. Iris knew that literally everything she did, she was scrutinised by her mum - by everyone. She didn't understand why Arlo got to get away with everything. Especially something like this. He was hurting but so was she.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "Iris. Stop it." Bridie muttered, shaking her head. She thought that they were lucky to get an invite to this with the way that Arlo and Iris were. She loved the Hayes. She had been around them for most of her life but she understood that blood came first. They would always stick up for one another. She shook her head as she looked at Aaron, "i'm sorry. She's been in a right mood recently."

FH AH AG NH AG: Nancy didn't fully understand what was going on with her brother; he was successful, he liked his job, he was doing well for himself... So why would he risk it, how could he let himself fail the drug test? She felt really worried about him. She sighed as Grace got up from the table, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it now. She took a sip of her drink, hoping her mum and dad came back in soon - tonight seemed like a bit of a bust, there was so much tension between all of them.

FH AH AG NH AG: Ava shook her head as Jude spoke. She didn't think she could have this conversation, not right now - the thought of her son not speaking to her again was too much, the idea of what he'd think if he found out they weren't his biological parents. She couldn't even think about it. She looked up as Grace came into the kitchen, sighing. "We don't allow him to do anything, Grace - he's nineteen, he lives alone. He makes his own decisions." She thought she, more than anybody, should understand that.

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo looked up as his grandma got up and went into the kitchen, looking over at Nancy almost as if to question what she'd told her - he didn't think tonight was going to improve, if he was honest. Nobody seemed to be feeling like they wanted to be there, least of all him. "I'm starving." He muttered, looking around to the kitchen. "How long do you think it's going to be?" He asked his mum, raising an eyebrow. They usually ate around now and since he'd been at training, his stomach was grumbling loudly.

FH AH AG NH AG: Freddie shrugged his shoulders. "You spoil him." He muttered, shaking his head. He loved his grandson, he loved all of his grandchildren - but he thought all three of them got away with a lot more than he'd let his own kids get away with. He picked up his glass of wine and downed what was left in the cup, pouring some more in and taking another big gulp. He already felt better, it was helping his mood. "Where did Noah go?" He asked, looking to Nancy and then to Alba.

FH AH AG NH AG: Aaron shook his head at Iris's eye roll. In his opinion, if this was the way she was feeling then he didn't think she'd needed to come - Arlo felt bad enough, he didn't want him feeling like he was being attacked at his own family dinner. "It's okay, really." He smiled at Bridie slightly. He didn't want her to feel bad about it, he just wished they could all try and get through this dinner without sniping at each other. He didn't think there was any need.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Jude sighed as Ava decided to ignore him. He didn't know what they could do but at least he was trying to give a solution to the problem. Ava was just trying to ignore it. He shook his head a little as he looked at his mum, though. "Please don't start. You know what he's like. He's not going to listen to us." It scared him. How much Noah was to his brother - it terrified him. But he didn't know what they could do about it. If Noah wanted to do drugs he was going to do them, no matter what they said. He was sure that his mum knew that.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Grace shook her head a little as she looked between the two of them. She was really trying to keep her emotions in check. She had already lost her son and she didn't want to lose her grandson as well. She was sure that they would know that. "He's too much like Elias for his own good." Grace whispered, shaking her head. When her children were Noahs age, she let them do what they wanted with that kind of thing. She thought that it was just a teenager thing. She thought that if she had done something about it now, worked harder to nip it in the bud, then Elias might still be alive.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "It won't be long." Alba smiled slightly as she looked at Arlo. She hoped that it would. She wanted to get tonight over and done with. If they did, then maybe the next dinner things would be a little back to normal. "Do you have to drink, dad? You know that it puts you in a horrible mood." She snapped. She didn't like dealing with him when he was like this. "And so what if he is spoilt? He's going through some things right now. I think he deserves to be spoilt tonight." Although she knew that he was spoilt every day of his life. He was their miracle baby. Nothing that happened would change that. "I don't know where he went.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris was wishing more and more that she hadn't come. She wished that she had just ignored Arlo and stayed at home because this was worse than she had ever imagined. "You okay?" She whispered to her friend. She had no idea what was going on right now - with Noah - but she wanted to make sure that she was okay. She was the only one there that she really wanted to talk too right now.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Bridie shook her head slightly as Aaron said it was okay, "We should have stayed at home. I didn't realise she was going to be like this." She whispered to Aaron. He was one of her oldest friends at this point so she knew that he would tell her straight if he wasn't happy about something. "I just -" She shook her head. "She said that she wouldn't come and now she's there. I don't know." She wasn't really sure what more she could say about it, if she was honest. She hated the situation that Arlo and Iris had put them all in.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: 'Certificate of adoption.' The document read and Noah was so confused. If he was reading this thing correctly it meant that his mother wasn't his mother and his father? His father was Elias. Ever since he was young, Noah had felt more of a kinship with his uncle. He had always felt like the other man got him, better than anyone else. And now he was finding out that his uncle was actually his father. He didn't understand. Instead of thinking about it, Noah got up and charged downstairs. If this was true, he didn't understand why his 'parents' hadn't told him about it. He didn't understand why they would keep something like this from him. "What the hell is this?!" Noah shouted, storming past the rest of his family, to his parents in the kitchen.

FH AH AG NH AG: Of course, it terrified Ava that Noah seemed to be heading down a similar path to Elias - every day she felt like she saw a new similarity between them and that was so scary. But she didn't know what they were supposed to do about it - he was an adult, he didn't live with them anymore. They couldn't stop him from doing something he wanted to do. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Noah had stormed into the kitchen. Her blood ran cold as she realised what he was holding in his hands and she genuinely felt like she was going to throw up. "Noah..." She whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. This was her worst nightmare, her very biggest fear, manifesting itself before her eyes.

FH AH AG NH AG: Freddie rolled his eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about." He snapped back, shaking his head as he picked up his glass to drink some more. He thought that Arlo was too spoiled for his own good, that they were ruining him by running about after him like he was some kind of baby. His gaze snapped up as Noah stormed through the dining room and into the kitchen, raising an eyebrow as the boy started to shout. "What the hell is going on?" He asked, looking around them. By the sound of Noah's voice, it was quite clearly something serious.

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo sighed as his mum started to snap at his granddad - he knew he was the only person she would do that for and it made him feel guilty, because he knew his granddad was probably right. He was spoiled. He didn't want that to change, though. "Woah, what the - what?" He asked as Noah stormed past them all. "What was that?" He asked, looking between his parents. He didn't think he'd seen Noah speak to his parents like that in a while and he had no idea what could've set him off.

FH AH AG NH AG: "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?" Nancy asked Iris with a little smile, taking another sip of her drink. She knew tonight was going to be difficult for her best friend, but she was glad she'd come anyway - to her, Iris was a part of the family and she deserved to be here. She jumped slightly as Noah came storming in, instantly getting to her feet and following him into the kitchen. "What happened?" She asked him, instantly concerned - she knew he wouldn't be like this unless something was wrong.

FH AH AG NH AG: "No, I get it - it's a difficult situation, Bri. I just - you know, I don't want him to feel like he needs to feel this bad about it every second of the day." Aaron admitted with a sigh. He didn't know if that was the right thing to say, but it was the truth - Arlo had to be forgiven at some point, he couldn't be totally miserable every day. He raised an eyebrow as the commotion started, turning to Bridie. "Oh dear..." He sighed. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew it didn't sound good.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Judes eyes went wide as he saw his son, as he realised what it was that he was holding in his hands. He had worried that Noah would find out like this - that was what he was trying to say to his wife just before he came down. He looked from his son, to Ava and then to his mum. He didn't know what to do. "Noah, just calm down." He muttered. "Everythings fine." He called to the rest of his family. He really hoped that he would calm down, that he would understand that they would tell him once all of this was over.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Grace gasped as she saw what was in Noahs hands. She shook her head and turned away from it all. She didn't think that she had it in her to be able to deal with that today. Grace had been in full support when Ava and Jude had told her the plan. She thought that it was the only way that they could get any of this done. But now? Now she wasn't so sure. She didn't know what to do. So she turned around and sat back down in her seat. She shook her head a little as she listened to everyone, asking what it was that was going on.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "Of course I don't dad. I forgot that you know my son better than I do." Alba rolled her eyes, unable to help herself. She understood that he was going through some things, that he was struggling with his addiction but she wished that he didn't take it out on the rest of them. She didn't think that it was very fair at all. She was about to say something else - when she heard the shouting from Noah. And since Ava and Jude didn't really response, she knew that something was really, really bad. "Mum, what's happening?" She asked. Even now, her relationship with her mother wasn't great but she thought that, by the look on her face, she knew what was happening.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris nodded as Nancy spoke to her but her attention was quickly taken by Noah shouting. She wasn't sure what had happened but it didn't sound good. "What the fuck..." She muttered, shaking her head a little. She had no idea what was happening but she knew that it wasn't good. She looked at Nancy, raising an eyebrow. She wondered if she had more of a clue but from the look on her face, she was as unsure as Iris was.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Bridie nodded as she listened to Aaron. She understood what he was saying and she thought that she might have been similar if the roles were reversed. If it was Iris who had cheated and not Arlo. She knew that she was in agreement with Aaron, though, Arlo didn't deserve to be treated like he had done this horrible thing. He clearly felt bad about it. Her attention was taken, though, as she looked over to Noah, "Ava, what's going on?" She called. She knew that she couldn't get involved in her friends business, not when it was with her son but she would always be there for her.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: As neither of his parents said anything, Noah knew that what he was holding was true. They could've said anything. It was a joke. It was a halloween costume from when he was little. Anything. And he thought that he might have been desperate enough to believe them. He wanted to believe them. He couldn't understand how this would be the truth. "Everything it not fine!" Noah shouted, shaking his head a little as he turned back around to face the others. He glanced to Nancy but shook his head a little. "They're not my parents." Noah growled. He handed his granddad the certificate he held.

FH AH AG NH AG: Since the day they'd found out about Noah, Ava had regarded him as their son - and for years, for so long, she had never even thought about the fact that he wasn't biologically theirs. From the minute she'd held him, she'd never loved anybody so much - he was her son, that was the end of it. But deep down, she'd always feared that if he were to find out Elias were his father - the man he had been so close to, who had been his best friend... She was scared that he would never want to see them again. And that was all she could think right now. "Yes, we are! Noah, of course we're your parents!" She cried, tears already streaming down her face. "Noah, whatever that - that piece of paper says. We are your parents. Me and your dad. We were the ones that held you as soon as you were born. We're the ones that raised you, we - please. Please let us explain." She cried.

FH AH AG NH AG: "What the hell are you talking about?" Nancy asked Noah as he spoke, a confused laugh falling from her mouth - she thought what he was saying was just ridiculous. Of course Ava and Jude were his parents - they had photos of him from when he was a newborn baby, Nancy had only been born one year later and Noah was in every single one of her childhood memories. She didn't see how it could be possible. But as she looked at her mother, as she heard what she was saying... She had to wonder if it was true. "Mum?" She asked, a nervous smile on her face. She was waiting for somebody to say this was all a big joke. "Dad?" She asked, looking over to Jude. Her hands were shaking now and she wasn't smiling anymore. She didn't understand what was going on.

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo genuinely had no clue what was going on - he could see the looks on his grandmas face, on his aunts and uncles and he still had no clue... But he knew it wasn't good. "Mum, what's happening?" He whispered, looking to her to explain everything to him. He didn't understand what the alternative was, if Ava and Jude weren't Noah's parents. He tried to peer over the table to see what it was his granddad was holding, what Noah had handed him. "Granddad?" He asked.

FH AH AG NH AG: "Will somebody tell me what the fuck is happening?!" Freddie demanded, slamming his hand down on the table as all the shouting started. He was never good in situations like this, but he had even less patience now he was older. "Now!" He demanded, picking up his wine and tipping it into his mouth. He took the piece of paper from Noah with a shaking hand, his eyes scanning over it. Signed by Elias Hayes. That was all he needed to see. He felt confusion bubbling up in his stomach, anger and sadness. This had all happened and he'd had no idea. Before he knew what he was doing, he'd squeezed the wine glass in his hand so hard that it had smashed and shattered onto the floor. It barely phased him, though. He looked up, into his sons eyes. "Is this fucking true?"

FH AH AG NH AG: "I think we all need to calm down a little bit." Aaron said gently as Freddie slammed his hand onto the table, sighing softly. He had seen arguments between the Hayes family before and they were never pretty, he didn't think one should happen when all of their children were sitting around the table. He didn't think he'd be able to do much good, though. He had no idea what was happening, even as Noah spoke - he didn't think what he could be saying was true. He jumped as the glass in Freddie's hand shattered. "Freddie, are you - are you bleeding?" He asked, but it didn't look like the older man was paying him attention. Slowly, Aaron turned his gaze to Jude - surely this wasn't true?

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Like Ava, Jude had never thought of Noah as his brothers son. He was his. He was Ava. They were his parents. It was the only thing that he could think. He and Ava had raised him. They had been there for his entire life. He didn't see why he needed to know this. He didn't understand why it all had to crash around them now. "Noah, stop shouting!" Jude snapped. But then he heard his daughters voice, his fathers voice and he turned to look at him. "It's true." He nodded. "We didn't have any other options, dad. But Noahs our son. It dioesn't matter what a piece of paper says! He's our son."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Grace was silent as the rest of the family started shouting. She felt sick. She couldn't believe that all of this was happening, that this was coming out now. She didn't see what good this was going to do. Elias was dead. It didn't matter if Noah was biologically Elias', Jude and Ava were his parents. She took a gulp of her drink and jumped a little as she heard the glass smash. She knew that none of them would be very happy. She wished that they had all done this before, when Elias was here but it was done now. She didn't understand what good this would do now.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "I don't know..." Alba muttered, shaking her head. She had no idea what was causing any of this but none of it sounded real. Noah wasn't Judes? "B - If he isn't yours, who - I don't understand." Alba sighed. She had no idea what was happening. She had no idea how this was happening. She looked to Aaron, hoping that he would have more answers for Arlo than she did because she didn't know. She had no idea. "Dad" Alba hissed as she heard the glass and saw the blood. "Fuck, dad, you're bleeding." She shook her head a little bit. She instantly just wanted to help him.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: As everything started, as everyone started to scream at one another, Bridie snatched the piece of paper that Noah had handed to his Granddad. She couldn't understand it at first. "Adoption?" She muttered, shaking her head. It was like her brain refused to take in what was right in front of her, that this was really true. Because if this was true then she was sure that Ava would have told her. Her eyes were drawn to the signature. To Elias's handwriting and she felt like she had been punched in the gut. "He's Elias's?" She asked, looking over to Ava, her eyes glistening with tears.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris felt like everything had gone from nought to one hundred so quickly and she had no idea what it was that was happening. She reached for Nancys hand, though, wanting to give her a little bit of comfort. She hated that this was happening right now, that this was how things were coming out but she knew that her job here was just to be there for her best friend. But as she heard her mums voice, her stomach dropped. If that was true, if Noah was Elias' son, then this was all so much worse than she thought that it would have been.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Noah glared at his mum and dad as as they tried to explain it away, tried to tell him that they were his parents, that it didn't change anything. He shook his head. "DON'T!" He shouted at her. He was most hurt by her. She had never told him. She had never even hinted. All of the times he had spent with his uncle, all of the fights with Jude. It all seemed to make sense now. "No wonder you've already treated her better than you have me." He scoffed. "She's your actual fucking daughter. It all makes sense now!"

FH AH AG NH AG: Ava couldn't even focus on anybody else - she could see her daughter looking at her, she could hear Bridie asking for answers... But all she could do was look at her son. "Please, Noah. You don't understand." She whispered, shaking her head. "He came to us, he begged us to help him. He never wanted a child, he never wanted to be a father. He wanted us to take you and he asked for us not to tell you. To tell anybody." She cried, tears streaming down her face. She didn't even try to stop them, she didn't care how she looked right now. She had never felt this desperate in her life. "Please Noah, you're my son. You've always been my son." She felt like she was going to break into pieces, her whole world was crumbling and she didn't know how to keep it all together.

FH AH AG NH AG: "Get the fuck off that! How dare you!" Freddie shouted as Bridie snatched the certificate away from him, snatching it back as she spoke. Losing his son was the worst pain he'd ever felt in his life, he still felt it every day now... The only thing that even slightly compared was the pain of knowing he'd failed him. He hadn't been there enough for him. And seeing his signature, seeing it there on paper - he had never given him enough support to believe he could be a good father himself. And that broke his heart. "Did you know about this?" He looked to Grace, with a face of stone. He didn't care that his hand was bleeding, he couldn't even feel it. But if he found out that Grace had known and had kept it from him... He didn't know if he'd be able to forgive her. "You kept this from me? You ALL kept this from me?!" He shouted, getting to his feet, the certificate clutched in his hand.

FH AH AG NH AG: Nancy's mouth fell open as Jude confirmed it was the truth. She didn't understand, she couldn't understand how it had happened... How Noah looked so much like their dad, like their uncle... Until Bridie spoke, until Ava spoke - and then she realised what was going on. "Oh my god..." She whispered, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. It felt as though she couldn't even breathe. Their parents had been lying to them all this time. For their entire lives. She looked to Noah, not even knowing what she could say. As Iris took her hand, she clung onto it for dear life - it felt like an anchor, a way to know all of this was real. Because it felt like she was in a parallel universe right now. "But he - Elias was Noah's best friend, I don't - I don't understand why he wouldn't ever say anything?"

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo's eyes were as wide as saucers as he took in everything that was going on. Noah was Elias's son. Jude and Ava had adopted him when he was born and never told anybody. Even his mum. She was his first thought and he reached under the table to take her hand in both of his, squeezing gently. He knew how much his mum had loved Elias, how she would've done anything for him - and yet nobody had told her this. He couldn't believe it. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know how to get his head around it.

FH AH AG NH AG: "Oh jesus..." Aaron whispered under his breath as everything began to click into place. He remembered well how Jude and Ava had announced they were already five months pregnant, how they had asked for no visitors. How they had suddenly moved back to London with their newborn baby boy and started a life together. He remembered how Elias had lived at their house, how they had done anything for him. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and looked to his wife, squeezing her shoulder gently and getting up from his seat, going into the kitchen and looking into the cupboard for a First Aid kit. He thought he needed to be the calm one here. "Freddie, please just let me put something on your hand."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Noah shook his head. He could barely hear what his mother was saying to him. He could barely even concentrate on her voice. He didn't think that the explanation even mattered. He didn't care. They hadn't told him what had happened. "Then why didn't you tell me after me died?" He growled. He thought that he might have been able to understand before. He thought that he might have been able to get that. But he didn't think that they had any excuse in it all anymore. He didn't know what to think. "I am not your son." Noah growled shaking his head. "I'm not! I'm his! And you lied to me for nineteen years! You took away the chance for me to know my father!" He shouted. He had known Elias as an Uncle. He thought that it was totally different if he had known him as his dad. "You should've told me."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Grace flinched a little as Freddie started to shout at her. It was a habit that she had never managed to shake. She understood though. She knew that she should have told him but at that point, she barely saw her son. Elias was there but he wasn't. And she didn't want to do anything that was going to take that away from her. She loved Elias too much to risk her relationship with him. She sighed as she looked up at Freddie. "Elias made us keep it a secret. He didn't want us to tell you, Freddie. He didn't want anyone else to know." She had known when she had agreed to it that if Freddie found out, he would be so angry at her. "We had too!"

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Alba shook her head a little as she felt Arlos hand in hers. "Don't touch me." She snatched her hand away. As she listened to more of what they were saying - that Elias didn't want them to know, that he didn't trust them - she burst into tears. Her brother had been everything to her. She would have died for him and he had kept this from her. She couldn't understand why. She thought that it might be different if he was here. If Elias could explain everything but he wasn't and to Alba it just felt like he was keeping her at arms length, that he didn't trust her. Alba missed her brother every single day but she couldn't understand why he had done this.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: As everyone spoke over one another, as they continued to shout, Iris squeezed Nancys hand gently. She could only imagine what it was that her friend was thinking, what was going through her mind. She didn't know how to help. She looked over to her mum and her heart broke at the look on her face, seeing her chugging the wine. "Arlo..." Iris whispered. She wanted to be there for Nancy but someone needed to be there for her mum too and she thought that if it wasn't her, it should be him. She looked back to her best friend, then, "It doesn't matter, Nance. He's still your brother. He was still raised as your brother. He's still your brother." She repeated, nodding her head.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Jude sighed as he saw the look on his daughters face, as he saw how angry his dad was. "What did you want us to do?" He shouted at him. "The only way this was going to work is if we kept it quiet! We had no other options! But Noah is our son. No paper changes that." He would insist on that. He looked over to Nancy, then, "Your Uncle never wanted kids, Nancy. He didn't. He found out that he had gotten someone pregnant and he needed us to handle it. So we handled it. It was all we could do. We had to do it for him."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Bridie shook her head at all the noise. It was overwhelming her. People were talking about Elias but he wasn't there. He couldn't tell them what had happened. For all she knew, they were lying. They hadn't done this for him, they had taken it from him. Bridie grabbed the bottle of wine and poured herself a bit glass. She downed it in two gulps. She had no idea what to say, what to think. She knew Elias. She knew that he didn't want kids. He had made that clear after she had, had Iris. He said that they would never happen again because of Iris. And he had, had a son all that time? She couldn't get her head wrapped around it.

FH AH AG NH AG: Noah saying he wasn't her son sent a knife right through Ava's heart - this was everything she had never wanted. Everything she'd feared since the day she'd sighed the adoption papers. "What difference would it have made, Noah?! He died! He was dead and he never - he NEVER wanted you to know!" She was practically screaming by this point because her emotions had totally taken over, she was facing losing her only son and it was breaking her heart into a million pieces. "He made that clear so many times, Noah. He never wanted to BE a father!" She sobbed, shaking her head. "Elias loved you so much, but he never wanted this, he never wanted that life." She wished that he was here, she wished he could explain it all - because ironically, she thought he was the only person Noah would even consider listening to right now.

FH AH AG NH AG: Freddie had never been good with emotion, it was trait he had passed onto both of his sons, his grandson - and right now, his heart was broken. He missed his son, he missed him more than he could ever put into words - and he'd failed him. This was just a confirmation of that. "You... you hateful woman." He hissed at Grace, his face screwed up with anger as he thought about the lies she'd told him for the past nineteen years. "I could have helped him! I could have - this could have all been FUCKING different!" He shouted, his voice booming across the room, the pain in it clear. He had never cried, not even at the funeral - but he felt close to it right now. "You let him grow up not knowing who his father is and LOOK at him! Just LOOK!" He shouted, pointing a finger at Noah. "He's his fathers fucking double and he's going the Exact. Same. Fucking. Way."

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo moved his hand away at his mothers request, but it definitely hurt - she had never been like that with him before, he had always been able to comfort her. He felt almost shaken as she started to cry - he had no idea how to help her. "Dad..." He whispered, looking at him for guidance, for help. He looked up as he heard Iris though, realising what she was saying and nodding his head. He didn't know if Bridie would want his comfort or not, but he moved over to her anyway and slid his hand into hers, just wanting to give her something - someone, to hold onto. To take comfort in being there.

FH AH AG NH AG: Nancy nodded her head. "I know." She whispered, because she did - this changed nothing for her. Noah was still her brother; he was the one who had looked after her all these years, the one who she'd bickered with since she could talk, the one she looked up to. He was her brother and he always would be. She wasn't crying for herself - it was Noah she was crying for. Because he'd always felt like the odd one out in this family, the one who didn't belong. And all this time, there had been a reason - and their parents had hidden it from him. "That doesn't matter." She whispered to her dad, shaking her head. "You should have told him."

FH AH AG NH AG: Aaron knew instantly what Alba was feeling, what she was thinking and his heart broke for her - because he knew that there was nothing she wouldn't have done for Elias. If he asked, she would've taken Noah in herself - so why would he keep this from her? Why would she be one of the people he hid it from? He sighed and took a seat next to her, but he didn't touch her - he thought she would take physical comfort from him when she needed it and not before. He didn't say anything at all - he didn't have a place in this argument. He just wanted to be there for whatever anybody needed.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "It would've made a difference to me!" Noah roared because he didn't understand why she couldn't seem to understand that. "It doesn't matter what he wanted!" Noah shouted. "What about what I wanted? What I needed?!" Because he didn't think that anyone had thought about that. He didn't think that they had thought about how he would feel, how this news would devastate him. It was taking every ounce off his willpower to not burst into tears as he looked at his mum. "I needed him! All my fucking life I've known something was off. The way he would look at me whenever I spoke to Elias. The way you were with her and not with me. I knew I didn't fit in here. I knew it! And you just fucking let that happen. You could've made it all better! You should - You could've fucking TOLD ME!" He had never spoke to her before like this but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't keep his temper in check, his whole body was shaking.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Tears were streaming down her face as Freddie spoke to her. She had known he would hate her for keeping this from him and she had made that choice. Because it was either she lost him or she lost Elias. As it turned out, she lost both of them anyway. "What was I supposed to do, Freddie?" She whispered, shaking her head a little bit. She had no idea what she could have done differently. She didn't think she would have done it differently, even now. "Jude is his father. Jude! Your son, Freddie. He raised him. He is his father!" Because she didn't think that it was fair for him to keep dismissing everything that Jude had done for Noah. "No. He isn't. We are not going to lose another one."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "No." Jude shook his head, "No, Nancy, we shouldn't have. That wasn't our decision to make. You knew your Uncle. You saw the state that he could get himself in. Would you really have wanted Noah to have been brought up around that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. And then he heard his dad and he saw red. "HE IS MY SON!" Jude shouted as he turned to face his father. "Elias didn't want him! If it hadn't been me and Ava that took his in, then he would have been with some strangers. We took him in so that he could be with his family. WE are his parents! Elias was stupid. He made a mistake and me and Ava fixed that. We took him in. I won't apologise for that."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: It was the lying that Bridie couldn't get her head wrapped around. She didn't understand why she, Ava and Freddie had been kept in the dark with all of this. Especially after Elias had died. They had all been broken. Knowing that there was a small part of Elias around, that there was a part of him that was still there - she was sure that it would've helped. She squeezed Arlos hand gently as he took it. Because, if she would admit it or not, she needed the comfort from someone. She finished her glass of wine and instantly moved to pour herself another. She needed it.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris nodded a little as Nancy said that she knew. She was glad of that at least. She wasn't sure how she could help but she would be there for her, no matter what, She would do anything for Nancy. She sighed as Jude spoke to her, though. She thought that they were all being really harsh. She didn't think that it would help Noah hearing that he wasn't wanted.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Alba hadn't cried like this since they had lost Elias. It had taken her so long to stop crying after that, to pull herself together and now it felt like a double whammy. It was another reminder that her brother was gone. It felt, to her, like her relationship with her brother had been a bit of a sham. Shed loved him, she adored him. Alba would have defended him till the end of the earth and he had kept something so huge from her. She didn't know how to process that. "I don't understand." Alba whined, as she looked up at her husband. "I miss my brother." She whispered, her bottom lip trembling.

FH AH AG NH AG: The worst thing was, Ava knew that her son was at least partially right - he had spent his whole life searching for a reason as to why he didn't feel as though he belonged in their family and she had spent his whole life trying to convince him that he did. She didn't even have anything to say, she couldn't defend herself anymore - because if she could go back and change things, she wouldn't. She knew that. She jumped as Noah shouted, but she couldn't blame him. She knew he had every right to be like this, to feel like this. "I'm sorry." She cried, her words coming out in huge, heaving sobs. "I'm so sorry." She shook her head. "I have loved you from the minute you were born, Noah. You have always been our son."

FH AH AG NH AG: "I will never forgive you for this." Freddie told Grace - and the tone of his voice made it plain as day that he meant every word of it. He spun around as he heard Jude shouting, seeing red immediately. "AND ELIAS WAS MINE!" He roared, losing all self control, his voice hurting his throat as it tore out of him. "You should have convinced him! Because maybe if he'd had something to fucking live for then he would be here now!" His voice broke on the last words and his body was wracked with a dry sob. He felt like he was going to fall apart, he didn't know how to keep himself together. He would've done anything to keep his son around, to have him here with them. He had never been a very loving person, he'd never shown much love - but god, he'd had so much of it for his children.

FH AH AG NH AG: "Stop it! Stop saying that he wasn't wanted, that Elias didn't want him! He loved him!" Nancy jumped to her feet as she shouted at her father. She would always defend her brother, especially now. Especially when both of his parents were stood here saying outright that his biological father didn't want him. "Granddad..." She whispered as she saw Freddie start to cry, wrapping her arms around her middle as though to keep herself together. It was so scary to see all of the adults like this - especially her mum and granddad, who she had never seen like this before.

FH AH AG NH AG: As terrible as it seemed, Aaron could almost understand why Ava and Jude hadn't said anything after Elias died - because as much as people wanted a piece of Elias to hold onto, Noah wasn't that. He was his own person, not their little piece of Elias. He was already compared enough, he didn't need to be all that people had left. But he was never going to say that, he knew that it probably wasn't a helpful opinion to have right now. "I know you do Al, I know..." He whispered. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and he was about to, when he saw her dad start to cry. He knew without a doubt that she would want to go to him, that she would need to be there for him. He had never seen Freddie like this before and even as a grown man, it shattered his heart.

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo felt relieved as Bridie squeezed his hand; just knowing he could be there for her made him feel like he was at least doing something to help. Because really, this didn't change a lot of stuff for him - Noah was still his cousin, he was still his best friend. But he knew it changed everything for his mum, for his granddad. For Noah himself. And that was the scary part, that was the part he was finding the hardest.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Even as he looked at his mothers face, as he saw her crying, he felt nothing but rage. He couldn't understand why they hadn't just told him. Even if Elias hadn't wanted him, he didn't understand why he wasn't allowed to know. He was never going to react well to something like this but he thought he might have reacted better if they had told him. "But I'm not." Noah growled at her. He knew that he was being harsh. Ava had been there for him his entire life. She had loved him for forever. Noah didn't know what to do as he looked around him, "I deserved to know. He was my best friend." He sat down again then, beside where his sister had been sat.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: As his dad roared at him, Jude found it difficult to keep his emotions in check, tears welling. He had tried his hardest not to cry in front of his children after Elias. The only person - after the initial shock of finding him - had seen Jude cry over his brother, was Ava. "It wouldn't have, dad." Jude whispered, his voice cracking. He didn't dare speak louder than that. "It wouldn't have. He was in his life. Elias had that relationship with him. He knew he was his son and it didn't - It didn't save him. Nothing would have." He shook his head and turned away from the rest of his family. He walked into the kitchen, needing a moment to be able to collect himself. He didn't want to break down in front of them. Not with his kids there.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "I know." Grace nodded as she heard Freddie. Because she did. She had known that when Elias had asked her to not tell his dad but she had done what she thought was right. Grace stifled a sob as she heard Freddie, as she saw him starting to cry. She wished that Gabe was there. She thought that he was the one that could make things better. She thought that, that was what he did best. "Freddie..." Grace whispered. She wanted to reach for him, to comfort him. But she knew that, that wasn't going to help anything. She knew that he didn't want her help. She looked around, helplessly. She had no idea what to do.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris sighed as Nancy started to shout at her dad but she knew that she couldn't blame her. She was almost glad that it was just her mum and her at home. She didn't have to deal with all of this. She texted Johnny, quickly, though. She quickly explained what had happened. She knew that her mum would need someone when they got home and she thought that he was better than she would be. She was really worried about her mum. She had thought that things were getting better with her - she hadn't had a blow out for over a month now - but Iris knew they would be back at square one, now. "Nance.." Iris whispered, looking back up at her friend.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: After Elias, Alba felt like she had lost herself. She was looking after everyone - her dad, her mum, Arlo. That was all she could bring herself to do and for a least a year after, she had lost herself completely. It just felt like she was getting herself back up on her feet and she was knocked back by this. Alba missed her brother every single day of her life but none more in that moment. Her eyes went wide as she heard her dad, as she saw him cry and she quickly got up. She scrambled over to him so that she could wrap her arms around him. She didn't know what to say to him but she wanted to be there. Her dad, Arlo and Aaron were her entire world. They were everything to her and she hated seeing him like this now.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Bridie looked up as she heard what Noah said to his mum. Although she wished that she knew, she would never let her best friend be on her own and her heart completely broke for her. She knew how much her kids meant to her. "Ava..." Bridie called over to her. She had no idea what she was going to do but she wanted her to know that she would be there for her.

FH AH AG NH AG: Ava's heart was completely broken, especially when he told her now that he wasn't her son. Her kids were her everything, they always had been - everything she had done from the minute they'd been born was for them. But she didn't think there was any way to make Noah see that, to get him to see past the lie they'd told to give him a better life. She didn't know what she was supposed to do anymore. She just stood and cried silently, tears rolling down her face - if Noah didn't want to be her son anymore, she didn't know how she would cope.

FH AH AG NH AG: Since Elias's death, Aaron had done his best to try and be there for the Hayes family - because he had seen it all. He had been around when Elias was good and when he was bad, he knew how much his death would rock the family and he'd tried to do everything he could for them. As Jude turned and walked into the kitchen, he looked to Alba - knowing she had her dad right now, he felt confident in not being there for a couple of seconds. He followed Jude into the kitchen quietly, putting a gentle hand on the other males shoulder. "For what it's worth, Jude. I think you did the right thing." He said softly.

FH AH AG NH AG: Freddie didn't know how he was ever going to forgive any of them for this. How he was going to look at them and not think about the fact that they had kept this from him, from Noah, for nineteen years. He hadn't cried for years, it wasn't something he did... But he couldn't hold it in now. He missed him so much. He regretted every single day of his life that he hadn't tried harder to keep him around. Freddie wrapped his arms around his daughter as she came to him, trying to stifle his sobs - even now, he didn't want to be crying. He didn't want them all to see him like this.

FH AH AG NH AG: Selfishly, part of Nancy wished this had just come out when it had been the four of them - their little family. Because she thought things might be easier that way, they might actually be able to process what had happened that way. But this... She didn't see how this was ever going to get better. She looked over to Noah as he said he wasn't their son, her bottom lip trembling slightly. Because if he didn't think he was their son, did he still think he was her brother? She watched for a second as he sat down, going to sit back down next to him. She just wanted to be there for him, whether he wanted her to be or not.

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo really had no idea what to do - every adult he'd ever looked up to, everybody he'd seen as the strongest people around him were currently breaking down and he felt totally helpless. "What do we do?" He whispered to Iris, shaking his head. Part of him thought the best thing to do might be to try and get their parents out of there, to try and get them home where they could cope and grieve properly. But he didn't know if they would even listen to them, if they would want to leave right now. He had no clue how they were supposed to act, but he hoped Iris knew better than he did.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Noah had no idea how he would have reacted if this was with if it had just been the four of them. He didn't think that it would've mattered. As Nancy sat down next to him, he sighed a little. A part of him wondered if she knew. If Nancy knew about what had happened, what his parents had done. But it took one look at her face for him to know that, that wasn't the case. Noah placed his hand on his sisters knee. "I'm gonna go out, Nance." He sighed. "I just - I need to clear my head." He got up then. He didn't say a word to anything as he left the house.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Jude didn't know how to get his head wrapped around anything that was going on. He didn't know how to deal with it all. It was all such a mess and he really wished that things could be better. He didn't know what to do. As he realised that someone was behind him, Jude quickly wiped at the tears on his face. He had come into the kitchen because he didn't want anyone to know that he was crying. He didn't want anyone to see that. Jude shook his head, "I don't need your pity, Aaron." He knew that it was probably unfair of him but he didn't think that anyone needed to offer an opinion right now. "I know we did."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Alba was relieved as Freddie wrapped his arms around her. She didn't know if he would. Alba adored her father. She had since the day that she was born. Her dad, Elias, Arlo. The love that she had for those three didn't compare. And she felt like she was losing the first of those three loves, after already having lost the second. "It's okay." Alba whispered. She didn't want him to feel like he had to keep it in. She thought that it wasn't healthy for him to let it all out now. She tightened her arms around him, wanting to keep him close to her.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Grace wanted to go home. She didn't want to be around this anymore. She had done the right thing. She wouldn't switch from that. But she didn't think that it was fair that it had all come out like this. She wanted to go home but she didn't think that her being the first to leave was the right thing. "Noah.." Grace called after him, as he walked out the door. She didn't know if him going was going to do any good. Because all Grace could think about was Elias, was how much something like this would've broken him. All she could think about was her son. Grace missed him so much and she tried to bury it most days. It was impossible today.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: This all felt too much, too overwhelming. She wasn't sure what to do but she knew that she had to do something. Bridie let go of Arlos hand then and moved over to her best friend. She wrapped an arm around her. "Ava, sit down. I'll get you some water." She was upset too but she didn't think that it was fair to cause her friend more heartache. She wanted to be there for her now. "Come on." Ava had helped Bridie through her worst states and she was going to do the same for her best friend. She had no idea where she could start but she wanted to try.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris shrugged her shoulders a little as she looked over to Arlo. She didn't feel like she had a place in all of this. Everyone was losing their minds but she didn't think that she would be able to make this better. Not right now. "Do you wanna go for a walk?" She asked him. She thought that they might be able to come up with a bit of a plan if they weren't in the room with everyone else. She didn't think that she could concentrate otherwise. She just hoped that the two of them would be able to help. She wanted to get her mum home but she didn't think that she would go.

FH AH AG NH AG: Nancy looked up as she felt her brothers hand on her leg, nodding her head - she didn't want him to go, she wanted him to stay so they could all work this out, but she knew he wasn't going to listen to anything right now. She didn't know where he could go though, where he would end up and that scared her so much. She reached out and took her grandmas hand as she called after him. "He needs to go, grandma.." She sighed, shaking her head.

FH AH AG NH AG: Aaron had never wanted to make Jude feel like he was pitying him, but he could see now how it had come across. "Of course." He said quietly, nodding his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to - I just wanted you to know." He sighed quietly, standing for another moment before he turned and walked back into the dining room. "Grace, would you like me to drive you home?" He asked softly. He didn't think the other would want to be there anymore and he wanted to be able to give her an out, if she wanted one.

FH AH AG NH AG: Freddie shook his head as Alba said it was okay - to him, it wasn't. He still didn't want to be crying, to be this weak in front of everybody... Regardless of what was happening. He didn't take his arms from around his daughter though, he felt as though she might need the comfort as much as he did right now and he wasn't going to deny her that.

FH AH AG NH AG: Ava let out a shaky sob as she felt Bridie's arm around her, almost falling into her a little bit - and as she watched her son get up and leave, she felt as though she was going to crumble to the ground. "I'm sorry..." She whispered to Bridie through the crying, shaking her head. Bridie was right though, she needed to sit down and she reached shakily for the chair closest to her, pulling it out and taking a seat.

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected Iris to want to go anywhere with him, even after all of this - but he was never going to turn that down, especially right now when he really did feel like they probably both needed to clear their heads. He didn't know if it was selfish or not, leaving their mothers - but he didn't think they were going to be able to help here at all. "I'm going for a walk, dad..." He muttered to his father, looking back to Iris once the older man had nodded. "Ready?"

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Noah didn't know where he was going. He was just walking. He needed to have a little bit of fresh air, away from his family. Away from all of it. He couldn't be around it for any longer. He didn't know where he was going until he was there. He climbed the steps up to Mias place, knocking on the door loudly. "Mia!" Noah called. He really hoped that she wasn't with her boyfriend. He didn't know what he would do if she was with her boyfriend. He felt like he needed to see her now. He was desperate to see her. He didn't want anyone else to see him like this - he never had.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "He shouldn't be on his own." Grace muttered as she looked over to Nancy. She was so scared. What Freddie had said, about Noah being his father, had really gotten to her. She didn't know how their family would cope if she lost Noah as well. She really wanted to do something. As Aaron spoke to her, she sighed but nodded her head. "Yes, please." She looked to her granddaughter, "Do you want to stay here tonight? Or you can come and stay with us?" She asked her. She didn't want to pressure her. Grace knew that she would have liked that but she wanted her to know that she could if she wanted as well.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Jude knew that Aaron was just trying to be there and really - deep down - he appreciated it. He just wasn't sure how to express that. He couldn't get his head wrapped around everything, how this had all happened. For a long time, Jude had worried about this coming out. Every time that Noah got a new job or needed ID, he worried that someone was going to tell him that they weren't his biological parents and the thought of it crushed him. It was nothing compared to how he felt now, though. It was like he couldn't breathe. Especially because he had no idea if his dad would forgive him after this. He had no idea how things were going to be.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Alba pulled away from her dad after a few more minutes like that and she looked up at him. Tears were still streaming down her face, "I love you." She whispered to him. "I love you and Elias loved you and you -" She shook her head, "You are everything we could've ever wanted." She needed him to know that. 'He could have had something to live for'. The words from her father kept going around and around in her head. She didn't understand why her brother had felt so lost but she knew that her parents had done their best.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Bridie shook her head a little as Ava apologised. "It's okay." She sighed. She wanted her to know that. She needed her to know that. She thought that they could maybe talk about it a little while later, when it was just the two of them. She didn't see the point in piling on the pain for her best friend right now. It was clear that she was hurting enough. She helped Ava into the closest seat and kissed her forehead. She grabbed one of the glasses and quickly poured her a glass of water. "He'll come around. It's just the shock, Ava. You know how much he adores you."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris hadn't expected her to ask him to go somewhere with her until the words were out of her mouth. She needed to clear her head though and, if she was honest, she only wanted to be with Arlo. "I'm just going to get some air, alright?" She called over to Nancy, a small smile on her face. She wanted her to know that she wasn't just abandoning her. "Call me if you need me." She sighed. Because to give her friend that option. She knew that her mum didn't need to be told. "Yeah, lets go." She nodded as she looked back to Arlo.

FH AH AG NH AG: Mia hadn't expected any company whatsoever tonight - she'd just been planning on studying. There were books laid out across her bed, her laptop balancing precariously on a pile of them and a cup of coffee on the bedside table. But for the last ten minutes, she'd been on the phone with Sebastian trying to get him to understand why she didn't want him to come over - although the studying wasn't the real reason. It had become more and more obvious recently that he was just a rebound from Noah and she felt awful about it, but he just wasn't seeming to see it. "Look, I really do have a lot to do and --" She paused as she heard somebody shouting her name. "I have to go, Penny's shouting me." She lied. She knew that voice anywhere, but she had no clue what he would want. She left her room and walked to the door, opening it with a confused expression. "What do you want?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

FH AH AG NH AG: "I don't think he will be." Nancy sighed, although that actually worried her a little bit more - she didn't know where Noah was going, but she didn't think he'd end up alone. She looked up at her grandmas offer. If she was honest, all she really wanted to do was go home to her student house, to cope with all of this on her own - but she didn't know if she'd get there and just feel immensely lonely. And then she looked at her mother. She looked to the kitchen, where her father was. She didn't want them to feel like both of their children had left them tonight. "I should stay here. Thank you, though." She gave her a sad smile.

FH AH AG NH AG: Aaron had really liked Elias - he'd thought he was funny, he'd seen how he cared about his family. When he was sober, he was a good person to have around. But he had also seen him in the bad times - he'd been there when he would go missing for weeks, when he would returned high out of his mind and not know where he'd been. He could never have been a father. He knew that. He nodded as Grace said she wanted to go home, reaching into his pocket to take out his car keys. "Al, I'm going to take your mum home. I'll come back and get you." He told her softly.

FH AH AG NH AG: Freddie nodded as his daughter spoke, although he didn't really believe her. In his heart, he knew he could've done more - he should have been stronger, he should have fought his own addiction so that he could help his son fight his. But he never had done, even now. "I love you too, Al." He told her quietly, kissing the top of his daughters head. Even though she was grown up now, with a family of her own - she would always be his youngest child, the one he looked out for the most.

FH AH AG NH AG: Ava shook her head. She wanted to be able to explain, she wanted to tell Bridie why she hadn't told her - why she'd kept this from her. Why they had never asked her to be Noah's godmother, because she knew that despite her not knowing he was Elias's son, she couldn't do that to her. "You know him as well as I do, Bridie." She whispered, shaking her head. "There's a chance he's never going to forgive us for this."

FH AH AG NH AG: Arlo grabbed his jacket and pulled it on quickly, not wanting to waste any time - he didn't want to give Iris a chance to second guess herself, to change her mind and tell him she actually didn't want to go anywhere with him. "Love you, everyone." He said quietly as he looked from his parents, to his grandparents, to his aunt, uncle and cousin. He headed out of the door then, waiting for Iris before he closed it behind them. "You wanna head to the park?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. It was where they would usually walk, he always found it a nice and calm place to be, especially at this time.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Noah knew that when Mia saw him, she wouldn't be happy. It probably wouldn't make sense to her. And as he looked up at her, he had no idea what to do, how to tell her what had happened. He stared at her for a minute, trying to figure out how he could put together everything that he had in his mind. And when he finally went to talk, his voice crack. The tears that he had been keeping in while he was around the others, finally came. Mia was one of the only people that he had ever let himself get this close too, who he would ever let see him cry.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Grace really wan't sure that what Nancy was telling her was the truth. She didn't know how they could help Noah. She didn't know how to help anyone. Grace knew that she hadn't ever been the best mother. She had, had a lot of faults but she was always there for her children when they really needed her. "Okay. Call if you change your mind." She moved over to her granddaughter and kissed her forehead. She went to say something to Alba, when she saw the glare her daughter was giving her so she decided otherwise. "Thank you, Aaron."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Jude didn't know what to do. He couldn't get a hold on himself. His brother was dead, his son didn't want him around anymore. He had no idea what he could do. Elias had been his best friend. He had done everything for him .He had tried to help him as much as he could and it still wasn't good enough. Jude had never stopped feeling guilty because of that. And almost every time he closed his eyes, he saw his brother in his bed, already cold. He didn't know how to get that out of his brain. He had done everything he could and it was never enough. Not for Elias. Not for Noah. He felt lost.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: "Okay. I love you." Alba nodded as she glanced at her husband. She felt so lucky to have someone like him. She glared at her mum for a second - she didn't want to talk to her - before she looked back up at her dad. "Do you want to stay with Aaron and I tonight?" She asked him. "I don't think -" But she stopped her herself. She knew her dad. She knew that he wouldn't admit defeat, that he needed something. So she rephrased what she was going to stay. "I think I'd really need you there tonight." If it was something for her, then she thought he might actually do it.

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Bridie didn't know what she would have done with the information if Elias was still there. She thought that she probably would have confronted him, tried to make him see that having Noah could help. Because Bridie thought the same as Freddie. If he had something to live for, maybe he wouldn't have died. Bridie sometimes - fleetingly - regretted having Iris. If she hadn't had Iris, then she could have been that for him. She had that thought in her head now. "He will forgive you, Ava." She nodded, "He loves you. He worships the ground you walk on. You just have to give him time."

IS NG AH GH BS JH: Iris grabbed her jacket but didn't put it on. She was hot and she needed a little bit of cold to cool her down a little. As she fell into step beside Arlo, she took a hold of his hand. Things might not be all that different for him but she thought that it was probably still a massive shock for him. She just wanted him to know that she was there as well. "Yeah, sounds good." She nodded. Tonight, it was like they could press pause. Just for a little bit. Whatever was going on, they could pretend like it wasn't and just be them.

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staygoldtrash · 7 years ago

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I think a part 2 to my previous Ponyboy imagine was requested by @jmata821 and @yourlastbreahworld here it is! WARNING(S): Swearing? I think?? lol bear with me here - “Guys! She’s going to be here any minute and I wanted the house to be spotless!” Ponyboy shouted. Sodapop and Steve put on their best innocent looks on their faces, the both of them were covered head to toe in flour. Chocolate icing and cake batter was also all over them and on the counter. “We were hungry…” Steve mumbled. “So that means the both of you had to destroy the kitchen!?” Ponyboy asked skeptically. When Ponyboy didn’t get an answer he groaned loudly and threw his arms in the air dramatically. He had been a nervous wreck ever since he invited you over his house yesterday. It was now almost an hour after school ended and you were going to be there any minute. He was embarrassed enough that he was a greaser and had lived on the rough side of town. But he at least wanted his house to be clean when you got there. So far his ‘impress Y/N’ operation was failing miserably, and his family and friends weren’t exactly helping. “Clean this up, please.” Ponyboy begged before leaving the kitchen to straighten up the dining room. Just as the dining room was starting to look presentable, he heard the sound of glass shattering come from the living room. “Oh god, what now?” Ponyboy mumbled to himself. He rushed into the living room to find Two-Bit with a guilty look on his face. Ponyboy followed Two-Bit’s gaze to find a broken beer bottle with alcohol soaking the carpet. “I am so sor–” “Save it. I’ll clean this myself.” Ponyboy snapped. This is exactly why Ponyboy didn’t want the gang over while he prepared for this. A group of rowdy teenagers isn’t exactly the tidiest of people. Ponyboy swept the shards of glass into a dustpan before getting on his hands and knees to try scrubbing beer out of the carpet. Moments later he heard the front door open making his heart speed up. Was she here already? Ponyboy looked up expectantly but frowned once he saw Dallas and Johnny. He should’ve known better, knowing that the gang didn’t even bother knocking. Ponyboy just rolled his eyes and went back to scrubbing the carpet. “What’s with you?” Dallas asked. Dallas had plopped himself down on the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table, lighting a cigarette while doing so. “A friend of mine is comin’ over.” Ponyboy grumbled. Dallas raised his thick eyebrows, “Fussin’ this much over someone that’s ‘just a friend’? Sounds pretty sketchy to me.” “Okay this friend happens to be a girl, a girl that I really like.” Ponyboy murmured. Dallas began to chuckle, “Figured as much.” “Yeah, and I’d appreciate it if everyone would stay on their best behavior and not destroy the house!” Ponyboy raised his voice so Soda, Steve, and Two-Bit could hear as well. “Alright, alright. Chill.” Dallas said nonchalantly. This was going to be a disaster. - You smoothed out your skirt for what felt like the millionth time as you stared at Ponyboy’s front door. For some reason you felt like you were sweating, and you had a weird feeling in your stomach. You were confused as to why you were acting so scared, you literally just talked to him yesterday. But now you were in his territory, and your parents didn’t even know you were there. You could hear loud voices booming from inside the tiny house, you assumed it was either his brothers or his brothers friends. Your nerves only raised thinking that there were even more strangers in there. You were especially nervous as to how they would react when they saw a Soc in their house. You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment so you could try and calm yourself down. With your school books in one arm, you reached out the other and loudly knocked on the door. You didn’t want to bash on their door but you figured they wouldn’t even hear you if you knocked lightly. The ruckus in the house died down, instead of everyone shouting now you could only here faint whispers. “I’LL GET IT!” You heard someone screech from inside. “NO PLEASE DON’T!” Another voice yelled. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you could hear fumbling and grunting. A loud bang ringed in the air, followed by a cry of pain. What the hell was going on in there? The door suddenly swung open making you jump in surprise. You were face to face with none other then Two-Bit Mathews. You’ve seen him around school before but never spoke to him. He had his signiture mischievous grin plastered on his face with a beer bottle being held loosly in his right hand. “You must be the girl Ponyboy has been jabberin’ on and on about all day! Please, come in!” He exclaimed in a teasing tone. Snickers could be heard from the others inside. He stepped aside and you awkwardly made your way into the house, only to find Ponyboy lying on the floor. “Ponyboy?” You asked, concern laced in your words as you watched him lay on the floor. He quickly shot up amd brushed himself off, his face was beat red and words could not explain how embarrassed he was. He shot a glare at Two-Bit, only for Two-Bit to chuckle and make his way into the living room. “Here, lemme get these for you.” Ponyboy mumbled and grabbed your books out of your hands. “Thanks.” You mumbled and looked down at your shoe’s, trying to hide the blush creeping its way onto your face. “I figured we could study in the dining room. Is that okay?” He asked. “That’s fine.” Ponyboy began to walk into another room, you followed timidly behind him. The both of you made your way through what looked like thr living room. Ponyboy practically trying to sprint past everybody there but he was stopped by Dallas. “Not gonna introduce her to everyone, Pone? That’s a little rude.” His deep voice spoke. The both of you stopped and faced him, by now Ponyboy was already getting fed up with everyone. While you on the other hand were terrified that you were in the same room as Dallas Winston. You had heard nothing but bad things about him, he was a real hood from New York. He steals, he fights, and does god knows what else. He was sat on the couch next to another boy with tan skin and black hair. His big black eyes staring at you with curiosity and somewhat nervousness. And then there was Two-Bit, sitting on the floor with a beer and chocolate cake whilst watching Mickey Mouse on the TV. Ponyboy sighed deeply, “This is Y/N, she’s my partner for a project at school. Y/N, this is Dally, Johnny, and you’ve sadly already met Two-Bit.” Two-Bit chuckled at Ponyboy’s statement while Johnny sent you a small smile and nodded at you. Dallas just sat there eyeballing you like you were a piece of meat. You shifted uncomfortablely, hoping the both of you would get out of this room as fast as possible. “So, you’re a Soc. You got sum serious lady balls comin’ on this side of town.” Dallas spat. Your eyes widened at his words, you hadn’t even been in the same room as him for five minites and he was already throwing out rude remarks. Before you could reply, Ponyboy thankfully shut the whole conversation down. “Let’s go.” Ponyboy said and grabbed my forearm, practically dragging you of of there. You both made your way to the kitchen, there was a really tall, muscular man cooking something on the stove. At the dining room table sat two more teenage boys playing cards with more chocolate cake in the middle of them. From the corner of your eye you could see Ponyboy roll his eyes, he cleared his throat loudly to catch their attention. The man at the stove shut off the burners and wiped his hands on a cloth before looking at the both of you. The other two merely glanced up before quickly getting back to their game. The man walked up to the both of you, his height alone intimidated you but his hard features made him look like he was stressed out to the max. “Darry, this is Y/N. She’s my partner for a project in school. Y/N, this is my big brother.” Darry nodded and stretched his hand out for you to shake it. You took his big hand in yours and he gave you quite a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you.” You said politely. “You too.” He sent you a tight smile before letting go of your hand. He turned around and returned to the food he was cooking in the oven, you then began to understand why he came off as mean. Poor guy is just really stressed out and has a lot on his plate. Especially with these rowdy boys swarming his house. You were soon snapped out of your thoughts by Ponyboy’s voice. “This is my other brother, Sodapop. And this is… Steve.” You couldn’t help but notice how he said Steve bitterly. “Nice to meet ya.” Sodapop mumbled, not taking his eyes away from the cards. “Guys, I gotta study here with her. You’re gonna have to take the game somewhere else.” Ponyboy said. “Scram, kid! This is the championship! And I’m not gonna lose to him cheatin’ again no siree!” Steve yelled. You could tell Ponyboy was about to flip out. He huffed and puffed for the millionth time today and you could just tell by his face that he was down right p.issed off. He opened his mouth, ready to start arguing with the two boys but Darry butt into the predicament. “Ponyboy, I think y'all are better off studyin’ in your room anyhow. Even if they move it’s real noisey out here.” Darry said. As if on cue Steve and Sodapop started yelling at each other about the card game. And Two-Bit was cackling in the living room along with Dallas. Ponyboy simply nodded, not wanting to argue. Darry did have a point anyway, but Ponyboy was just really nervous to be in a room alone with you. “Alright… Follow me.” Ponyboy told you before reluctantly making his way to him and Sodapop’s shared bedroom. Once the both of you entered his room he shut the door, that only slightly muffling the noise from the boys. “Hope ya don’t mind the mess, I didn’t get around to cleanin’ this pigsty.” Ponyboy mumbled before grabbing dirty clothes off his bed and chucking them into his closet. “It’s okay.” You said with a small giggle. “I also wanna apologize for those morons out there.” He huffed, “I told them you were comin’ but of course they didn’t care and I really wanted to make sure you’re comfortable and stuff. I’m just really embar–” “Ponyboy.” You cut him off, “It’s fine, really. My family and friends embarrass me too, it’s sorta their job.” He chuckled, “Yeah, I guess it is.” “Well then… Let’s get to work.” You said with a smile. - It had been almost two hours since the both of you had entered his room. Ponyboy was sat at his desk working on his part of the project while you were on his bed working on yours. You guys were starting to really get really comfortable with each other, it had almost been like you’ve known each other for life. The both of you just got done laughing hysterically from one of Ponyboy’s stories. He had told you how Dallas was trying to hit on Cherry Valance at the drive in, but he accidentally fell out of his chair and made a fool out of himself. “Hey, Ponyboy.” You spoke, looking up from the pile of papers in front of you. He hummed in response. “Could you possibly help me again? There’s just this one little part I don’t get.” You said frustratedly. “Sure, no problem.” He replied. He got up from his desk and sat himself right beside you on the bed, he was so close the both of your shoulders were touching. His body heat was radiating onto yours and you felt so foolish for getting flustered. “So, what did you need help with?” He asked. “U-Uh…” You stuttered. “This part right here.” You pointed to a certain question you needed to explain for the project, “I don’t get it.” He began to explain it to you, you tried listening to him but your eyes kept driving from the paper to his face. Ponyboy was definitely a looker, little did he know he had you wrapped around his finger. And at the moment you were melting like putty in his hands. You began to study him like he was the most interesting thing in the world. His small but defined biceps were more prominent since he was wearing a slightly tight shirt. His hair was perfectly greased and combed when you first saw him today but it was now tousled and fluffy from him running his hands through the dark strands. “You get it now?” You jumped a little bit when he spoke, your cheeks were definitely red in embarrassment knowing he caught you staring at him. But he didn’t seem to mind though, instead of saying anything else he just stared right back at you. His green eyes capturing yours in a trance, you couldn’t help but glance at his lips for a quick millisecond. He noticed this, so he figured it was now or never. He had to kiss you. He’d been dreaming about this ever since he had laid his eyes on you, and it was going to happen. He began to lean in, so you did too. His hot breath was fanning your face making you even more flustered. “Can I kiss you?” Ponyboy whispered. A soft smile made its way onto your face, he was so sweet. “Please.” You whispered back. One of his hands reached up and softly grabbed your chin. The whole thing seemed to be happening in slow motion as his lips met yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, you wrapped your arms around his neck while his hand moved from your chin to caress your cheek. You had heard girls talk about getting butterfly’s while kissing boys; but this moment felt like there was a whole d.amn zoo running through you. He pulled away from the kiss to look at you, he felt so lucky. He just kissed one of the prettiest girls in Tulsa, or should I say he kissed the girl of his dreams. “Can I take you out this weekend?” He asked. “Of course.” You replied breathlessly. - 2558 words holy s.hit I wanted to make this extra long to try and make up for my absence :/ I hope you guys liked it!

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cupidkihyun · 8 years ago

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Bad Decisions [Jaehyun]

Genre: Angst/ Slight Smut??

Scenario: Your long term friend Jaehyun is in love with your best friend. You want nothing but the best for them but silently dealing with your break up from BTS singer Jeon Jungkook has been weighing on you. One drunken night and one bad decision leads to risks taken and mistakes made.

Characters: Jaehyun; Reader (You); Your Friend (Y/F/N); Mark; Johnny; small mention of other members

Word Count: 3774

Notes: This is a short little series with only about 5 parts but Admin Unnie and I will be seeing it through to the end so I hope you guys stick with us. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 5.5

The group of four sat in Jaehyun’s room, playing a late-night game of Uno and drinking stolen beers from Taeyong’s secret fridge.

“You sent that same fuckin meme like ten times last night in the group chat. It was only funny like the first four or five times.” Mark chuckled, taking another swig of his drink and placing a yellow 4 in the center of the circle they had formed.

Jaehyun shook his head and laughed, “What you meant to say was that it wasn’t funny at all.”

“Nah nah the problem is you guys just have no taste.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but a big smile tugged at the corners of your lips at the memory.

“UNO” Johnny screeched, backing up against Jaehyun’s dresser and pressing his last remaining his card against his chest, hiding it from any prying eyes.

The group gasped and started scanning their hands for any cards they could pull out of their asses to stop Johnny from winning. Mark bit his lip and placed down his card. He stared at you with begging eyes and you shook your head sadly.

You put down your card and Mark groaned, “Come on Y/N you couldn’t you have played literally anything else?”

You chuckled softly and put your cards down beside you. Jaehyun watched you through skeptical eyes and the gears in his head started to turn. You looked at the boy and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Mark’s voice brought Jaehyun back from his trance as he shouted, “Jae it’s all up to you! You gotta stop Johnny!”

Mark sat up on his knees, anticipation coursing through his veins. The liquor was probably getting to him now.

“Please! There’s nothing I can do!” Jaehyun laughed and shrugged his shoulders up.

You looked deep into Jaehyun’s eyes and spoke carefully, “Jaehyun not to put any pressure on you because I know you’re my friend and everything but if you don’t stop Johnny I’m gonna kill you.”

“Y/F/N wouldn’t treat me like this!” Jaehyun whined.

“You don’t get to complain about Y/F/N since you don’t even have the balls to ask her out! We’re all you’ve got! Now make us proud!” Mark shouted, pushing Jaehyun by the shoulder.

Jaehyun barked out a laugh, finishing the last of what he assumed was his…fourth, fifth bottle of beer? By then everyone had started to lose count of how much they had all been drinking.

He carefully studied his hand before he sighed, “Look guys, I’m sorry! I can’t do anything!” The sincerity in his voice was completely overshadowed by his uncontrollable amount of giggling.

Jaehyun put down his only playable move and Johnny slammed down his remaining card on the pile, securing his victory.

“That’s a real shame guys. I commend your effort though but no one can defeat the Uno champion.”

Johnny flashed them a proud, toothy grin as he rose to his feet, collecting his Uno cards and making his way out the door.

“You just keep disappointing me Jae.” Mark shook his head solemnly as he gave Jaehyun a firm pat on the back and followed Johnny.

“This time next week?” Jaehyun called after his friends as they exited the room and he heard their shouts of agreement in the distance.

“I’m gonna head out now too, dude.” You giggled and rose to your feet.

“Woah woah woah you better help me clean up all these bottles first. Taeyong’s gonna kill me if he finds out we drank his whole case.”

You sighed dramatically and bent down to pick up the loose bottles. You felt Jaehyun’s dark eyes follow your every move but you declined to say anything.

You walked behind the tall male out of his room and into the darkness of the apartment. The floor creaked softly with every step you took. You followed Jaehyun’s silhouette in the darkness and you felt carpet change to tile beneath your feet, signifying you were in the kitchen.

Jaehyun stopped to fumble with the light switch and you bumped into his firm back, cursing and almost dropping the glass bottles on the floor.

“Careful.”

You couldn’t see his face completely but by his placement you could tell he was turned around, watching you.

Jae’s slender fingers found the switch and he flipped it on but there was a long delay before any light flooded into the small kitchen. The bulbs began to flicker softly, cutting out and then back on slowly.

“I told Haechan to call the electric company.” Jaehyun groaned, running a hand through his thick black hair and taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your eyes lingered on the scene for a second too long before you coughed awkwardly and dumped your share of the bottles into the garbage.

You wiped at the fake sweat that had accumulated on your forehead, “Alright now I’m gonna go.” You spun on your heels and moved to leave the light of the kitchen.

“Wait a sec Y/N.” Jaehyun called after you.

“What’s up, man?”

“How are you doing?” He asked leaning against the counter of the kitchen and folding his arms.

You leaned against the counter directly opposite from his, mimicking his stance, “Well other than the heartbreak of you letting all of us down in Uno, pretty great.”

“I’m trying to be serious here.” Jaehyun looked to sky as if he was looking for god to save him. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your playful nature.

You blinked back in surprise, “You? Serious? Well why, what are you talking about?”

“Jungkook.” He said plainly, staring directly into your eyes.

All it took was the mention of his name and your heart squeezed tightly in your chest. You broke the eye contact and looked at the floor.

“I’m fine.” You said softly, your furrowed brows giving your true feelings away.

Your mouth suddenly went dry and you absentmindedly ran your tongue along your bottom lip. Jaehyun’s eyes carefully followed the action.

“You don’t look fine. Where’s the spark you used to have? You would have never let Mark get away with shouting at you back there. You would have shouted right back at him.”

“He took that.” You said. You could feel the tears form at your water line but you blinked them back.

Jaehyun moved from his side of the kitchen to stand directly in front of you. You pushed yourself further against the counter at his sudden closeness.

“And you’re just gonna let him have that much power over you?”

You kept your eyes trained to the floor, refusing to speak about it anymore. You were trying to deal with your break up the way you wanted to. You were so sick of everyone giving you their two cents. You were hurting and you needed time to get over it, everyone made it seem like it was so simple to just stop loving someone so quickly.

“Y/N look at me-”

“No.” You spoke so quickly Jaehyun wasn’t even finished.

He sighed through his nostrils before he started again softly, “Look I care about you, okay? We’ve been friends for so long, do you think I can just sit by and watch you hurt like this?”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. But just let me deal with this on my own okay?”

You tried to squeeze by him but he brought his hands down quickly, caging you between him and the counter. He was so much bigger than you were, you felt so small. You brought your eyes up enough to look at his chest. He wore a black t-shirt tonight that had the sleeves cut off.

You remembered cutting off the sleeves of that shirt with him. You bought it at a thrift shop together in Itaewon. You both had to wear face masks and hats so no one would recognize you. It was the first time you had ever hung out with Jaehyun by yourself. You only ever hung out with him in large groups or if Mark and Johnny were there but for some reason it was just the two of you that day. That was just 3 years ago.

“I care about you.” He whispered, “Why won’t you let me help you?”

His hand grasped your chin, forcing your eyes to consider his. His eyes were dark and misty; they were filled with a look you’d never seen from him, but you knew what it was. He craned his neck down so your faces were only a few inches apart. The whole apartment was completely silent except for the sound of your heavy breaths and the flickering of the overhead light. You could smell the liquor that coated his breath and you knew that he wasn’t completely tyoure, but he could say the same thing about you.

“Jaehyun don’t.” Your breath ghosted over his lips, now only a few centimeters from yours.

One of his hands slid around to hold the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers tangling into your hair.

“I can’t help it.” He spoke so softly you wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t so close.

“What about Y/F/N?” You released a shaky breath, “You don’t want this Jaehyun, you’re just drunk.” Your voice choked as you brought your hands up to rest against his chest. Your hands gripped onto the dark fabric of his shirt. You wanted to push him away before anything went too far. You could still turn back, pretend this never happened and tell no one. He was so in love with your best friend and you knew she felt the same way back. Any time the two of you were alone all he ever did was drill you for information about her. Every fiber in your body screamed at you to push him away so, why couldn’t you? You could feel your mind fogging up and your judgment impairing by the second.

“Shut up.”

He brought his other hand up to cup the side of your face and he wiped a tear that rolled down your cheeks with his thumb.

Jaehyun’s senses were blasting alarms in his ear as well. If he did this, if he kissed you, nothing would be the same. But you were both single now. You could be together if you wanted to. He always watched you with Jungkook; he watched how happy he made you and he always wanted that to be him. But you would never look at him like he was Jungkook.

He tugged your body closer and pressed his lips against yours.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you remained like a stone in his arms. A million things ran through your mind all at once but you were too far gone to make sense of anything anymore.

“Baby…” He whispered against your lips, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. The use of the pet name Jungkook used to call you caused your heart to constrict in your chest. If you closed your eyes, if you used your imagination, you could almost trick yourself into believing it was Jungkook’s lips against yours. You could pretend that it was Jungkook’s voice whispering your favorite name to you.

Slowly you felt yourself open to him and your mouth moved against his, flooding you with a taste you’d never experienced before. It was a taste so similar to Jungkook’s, but so different. He pushed his body up against yours, his hip bone digging into you and the counter digging into your back.

He wanted to feel your skin against his. He couldn’t seem to press your bodies any closer together with your clothes in the way. His knee slipped in between your legs and he pressed himself against your core.

He brought his teeth down against your bottom lip and your mouth immediately opened for him. Jaehyun pushed his tongue inside, and his muscle wrapped around your own. He felt your moan against his mouth and a shiver ran down his spine. You felt something beneath his pants twitch against you.

You broke the kiss with a push at his chest. You breathlessly gasped for air and you held him at bay with your hand. A small string of saliva connected your mouths, but he broke the trail with a lick at his lips. He still held your body tightly against his own, but you leaned your head away from his.

“Jaehyun stop…we should…stop this.” Your breath was heavy as you desperately pulled oxygen into your lungs.

You looked into Jaehyun’s eyes but there was something primal clouding his vision. Without giving your time to collect yourself, Jaehyun pulled your body back into his, crashing your mouths together again. His lips connected to yours with a fierce urgency. His kisses were rougher now, like he had been holding himself back before.

Your mouths moved together quickly, the kisses sloppy, hungry, and desperate. Your actions continued to contradict your words as you wrapped your arms around his neck, eliminating any remaining space between your bodies.

“Baby” He whispered again and you swallowed the sound. The word whispered in his sultry voice sent shocks of electricity through your body.

He could feel your soft breasts press against his chest and Jaehyun groaned as he reached down to grip your ass firmly in his hands. You gasped and his prodding tongue entered your mouth again.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.” He growled and your stomach quickly started to tangle in tight knots that only he would be able to undo.

He pulled your legs up around him and easily took you into his arms, never once taking his mouth away from yours. You shifted your weight in his arms and, unconsciously, you rolled yourself against the tent that was forming in his pants.

“Ah fuck, Y/N.” He released a low guttural moan and he quickly placed you on the counter, before his knees could give out from the sharp pleasure that flooded his senses.

He gripped the underside of your knees and pulled you towards him so that you sat at the very edge of the counter. Your heart beat wildly in your chest as he pressed heated kisses down your neck, roughly sucking the skin with a lewd pop. You threaded your fingers through his thick locks as he spread your legs apart and rolled himself against you, desperately hoping to keep the friction going. It wasn’t enough. He needed to feel more of you, to taste every inch of your skin.

You couldn’t stop the breathy whines that tore through your throat. You hadn’t been touched in so long after you and Jungkook broke up. Jungkook had been the only man to ever touch you. You couldn’t imagine anyone else, but here Jaehyun was. He was your friend, someone you trusted.

“Off…”

Jaehyun stopped his assault on your neck to stare into your half-lidded eyes, “What do you want baby?”

“Ah…take it off.” You tugged at the hem of his shirt and he immediately did as you said, pulling the shirt over his head and discarding it somewhere unknown.

Without a word, he immediately pulled your sweater over your head and his hand easily unclasped your bra, tugging it off and tossing it off to the side.

He paused to admire your bare chest and he swallowed thickly. He watched your chest rise and fall steadily. His cold hands grasped onto your bare breasts and you jumped at his foreign touch. He squeezed and massaged them in his hands as he attached his lips to your exposed collarbone, sucking red splotches onto your skin

��Your fingers ghosted over his smooth milky skin and his breath hitched in his throat at your small movements.

“I need you right now.” His voice was dripping with lust and you moaned at his words alone. His hand reached down to cup your core through your jean shorts and you arched yourself against him.

His mouth worked its way back up to your lips and you shared a messy kiss as his hands busied themselves with popping open the button and undoing the zipper on your shorts.

The haze of heat around them shattered as Mark coughed awkwardly from the entrance to the kitchen.

“Dude…”

Mark stood wide-eyed, staring shocked at the scene before him.

“Dude…you guys…dude, you shouldn’t—”

“Fuck. Oh fuck.” Jaehyun immediately pulled your bare upper half against him, shielding you so that Mark couldn’t see your chest.

“Oh my god…man…dude you guys…what the fuck—” Mark shielded his eyes with his hand and made sick dry heaving noises, “I just wanted some water! I didn’t wanna find some low budget porno being filmed in my kitchen! We make food on those counters what the fuck.”

“Mark! Can you PLEASE give us a second! Please.” Jaehyun shouted, turning his head to look at the younger male.

“Oh shit yeah okay…sorry…I—I’m sorry. I’m gonna…yeah.” Mark stuttered pointing back to his room and disappearing behind closed doors.

As soon as Mark was gone you pushed Jaehyun’s body off yours and you scrambled to the floor. You hurriedly grabbed your discarded clothes and rushed to the door.

Jaehyun caught you by the forearm and pulled you back to him, “What are you gonna do Y/N? Fucking run out there naked?”

“Get your hands off me. Don’t touch me.” You cried punching at Jaehyuns bare chest.

You haphazardly pulled your sweater over your head and grabbed your backpack off the couch, stuffing your bra inside. You looked for your phone buried deep within your bag.

It was 3:26am and you had 4 unread messages from Y/F/N asking where you were and if you were okay. Your chest ached with guilt and you stuffed your phone back into your bag.

Jaehyun raked his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth, “Fuck Y/N we shouldn’t have done that. What were we thinking? We were just drunk and we made a mistake, okay?”

“What the fuck…” You breathed, feeling the beginning of tears start to form in your eyes, “I know we were drunk Jae, but there was another reason we did that.”

Jaehyun paused to look at you. Your lips were swollen and pink, red splotches littered your skin, and your hair was disheveled. It was all because of him. Hot guilt coursed through his veins and he turned away from you, chewing at his bottom lip. He pounded his fist against the closest wall and leaned his hot skin against its cool surface.

You both stood in silence, processing everything that had led up to this point, trying to find where you went wrong.

“Come here.”

Jaehyun’s hand closed around your wrist and he pulled you towards the couch. Yousat down in the darkness, the blinking light emanating from the kitchen finally shutting off.

“What’ll happen to us?” Jaehyun whispered as he leaned back against the couch and released a deep sigh.

“I don’t know.” You said, resting your head in your hands.

It was silent for a long time before either of you spoke again.

“Yeah we were drunk but I know why we really did it.” Jaehyun said, rubbing the side of his face.

You didn’t say anything, you just waited for his response. Somewhere deep down you didn’t need Jaehyun to tell you because you already knew.

“You were lonely and I took advantage of your loneliness. You couldn’t stop me because I touched you and I called you “baby” the way Jungkook used to say it.”

“You did that on purpose?” You snapped and shook your head, willing him to tell you that you’re wrong.

You wanted him tell your it wasn’t true, even if it was a lie, but as your eyes adjusted to the darkness you could see the pained expression on his face. He didn’t want it to be true almost as much as you.

“Jaehyun! How could you do that?”

“Because I loved you! I was weak for you! I fucked up!” Jaehyun was shouting now, but it was more at himself than at you.

You blinked back in surprise. All these years you’d known Jaehyun, you had no idea he was harboring any sort of romantic feelings for you.

“Ever since we met you’d always been dating Jungkook. I always wished it was me making you so happy, that it was me you loved. But I knew that would never happen so I buried my feelings deep inside myself. But when I saw you looking so small and hurt, old feelings just bubbled to the surface! You looked at me like you wanted me for the first time, like only I would be able to help you. I couldn’t stop myself.”

You paused to chew at your bottom lip, trying to think of something, anything to say. “Jaehyun I-” You croaked your voice a higher octave than it was before. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks and onto your shorts.

“Don’t feel sorry for me Y/N. Don’t pity me.” Jaehyun snapped.

“I’m sorry. I just…I didn’t know.”

Jaehyun released a cold, humorless laugh, “You were never supposed to know. They were just…old feelings. They were supposed to be left in the past. I’m moving on…I’m gonna ask Y/F/N out tomorrow. I can’t tell her about this.”

“You’re not gonna tell her?”

Jaehyun quickly leaned forward, his swift movement caused the girl to flinch in your seat, “WHAT IS THERE TO SAY? What the fuck would I tell her? Honestly. ‘Hey Y/F/N I know were not dating or anything and if you turn me down we probably never will so this doesn’t even matter to you but I almost fucked your best friend on my kitchen counter last night’! Is that what you want? Who would that help?”

“I just-”

Jaehyun was never one for cursing or shouting. It wasn’t that he had anything against it but it was just never something that he did, it just wasn’t in his nature. If he ever found himself caught in an argument with anyone he would always speak respectfully and calmly, not once raising his voice even if the other person did. Hearing him yell and spit out curse words like it was nothing caused your heart to ache.

“Nothing. We’re saying nothing. We don’t tell anyone about it. We can’t let this ruin us. You’re one of my best friends Y/N I can’t lose you over something like this.” Jaehyun said as he leaned forward and placed a hand on your knee. He gripped your skin tightly, silently compelling you to listen to him, “Soon we’ll forget about this and it’ll be like it was before.”

“Alright.”

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