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ginnyweasely · 4 years ago

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DO I WANNA KNOW [DRACO MALFOY X READER]

pairing: draco malfoy x reader (fem!)

warnings: swearing, angsty, drinking, nothing else but just shit ton of angst oops

summary: draco and the reader are broken up and draco realizes his mistake too late, but is willing to do anything to make it up to the reader, even if it means telling the reader his dark secret

word count: 3.8k+

A/N: this is pt.2 of honest!! i’m so grateful for all of ur feedback on it and yall asked so you shall receive!! to so this is rlly based on do i wanna know by arctic monkeys cause i was listening to it while writing so it just happened!!

PART 1 (HONEST)

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It had been exactly two months since Draco had last talked to you, two months since he had last seen you properly, two months since he felt your warm presence gracing his.

He was in his own personal hell, desperately seeking your touch, the sight of you, the sound of your pretty laughs filling the room, eyes glimmering as soon as yours met his, he was suffering even though he knew very well he had dug his own grave, dragging both of you into this mess.

Seeing you in the hallways, or catching glimpses of you in the common room, and in some classes wasn’t enough for him, he wanted to be able to be in your presence, be next to you, even if it meant you paid no mind to him or actively loathed him, because he knew you did loathe him, he could sense the dirty looks Pansy and Daphne actively gave him.

He didn’t blame you, he didn’t blame anyone else but himself, maybe he did blame a bit of it on his father, but no this was fully his fault, and he felt as though he had no choice but to suffer.

He had tried his hardest to not run after you that day, and he had done everything in him to not come to your dorm late at night, begging for forgiveness, crawling upon your feet to take him back, but the thought about even forgetting seemed impossible for him.

It had happened earlier that week when Draco came into the common room alone, sitting at one of the couches mindlessly, soon enough the sound of the gramophone in the common room catching his attention, he liked the tune at first and his foot slowly started to tap the ground, but seconds later, his mind drifted off, to where it was not supposed to, to you.

This happened a day later, same tune, you were still on his mind, and another day later… soon enough Draco found himself going to the common room at night, drunk out of his mind, with a bottle of fire whiskey in his hands, playing the tune while he thought about you, playing it on repeat for hours and hours…

This wasn’t really the only reason why he felt as though he couldn’t forget about you either, you were always appearing in his dreams, every week, every day, non stop.

And the worst of it all was that he would wake up from these dreams, expecting to find you laying on your back, your eyelashes resting on your cheeks, sleeping peacefully, but instead he would almost always be met with the blankness next to him, reminding him that his dreams were the only way he could have you.

It wasn’t any easy for you either. Draco was something you had never experienced before, first real love, first real feelings, first someone you planned a future with, it couldn’t have been easy to just erase someone like that.

Your mind was stuck on him all the time, you wanted to loathe him but at the same time there were too many feelings involved that you possibly couldn’t bare to hate him, it was hard for you the most at the first two weeks, as you always find yourself sobbing into your pillow whilst attempting to fall asleep.

But after the mark of two months, you seemed to be regaining your life back, the bubbly personality you once lost was starting to appear again, possibly with the help of Pansy and Daphne, hell even with the help of Blaise and even Crabbe and Goyle too.

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You were laying down on your bed quietly, mind wandering off to god knows where as a quiet tune could be heard in the background that you paid no attention to.

A knock on your door startled you as you were devouring the pages of the new book you acquired from the library, cautiously you went up to door as you weren’t expecting anyone to come.

Daphne and Pansy were supposed to be out tonight, doing god knows what with another pack of Slytherins, in the hopes of having a fun night, but you even though they had begged for you to come, rather wanted to spend the night in, still not feeling ready enough to participate in those sort of activities.

You opened the door knob hesitantly as you reached the door, as soon as you opened the door, you felt your stomach churn in the sight in front of you.

A very drunk, messy looking Draco stood there, looking as apologetic as ever, but your soft interior started to wear down as soon as you came back to your senses.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked rather not very calmly, as a drunk Draco hiccuped, his gaze fixated on you.

“C-can we talk…” He slurred as his eyes pointed to your room, wanting to be invited in. But you didn’t seem to be having it as you blocked his view and crossed your arms against your chest frustrated.

“Why on earth did you assume that I would want to talk to you?” You responded harshly as Draco’s eyes sorrowed at your now rigid stance.

His posture was fixed as his gaze was still on you, burning your skin with his seemingly but sharp looks, making you feel exposed in front of him.

He took a step closer towards you, almost stumbling as in doing so, “Please… I just want to talk.” He slurred his words again as a scent of fire whiskey hit your face, filling your senses with the smell of alcohol, your eyes never breaking contact with his, and your heart dropping as his face was inches away from yours.

“You’re drunk.” You stated firmly, your lips formed into a thin line, even though it was deeply killing you inside to be standing this close to him, his presence making you all kinds of fucked up in your stomach, as you couldn’t understand whether that was good or not.

A little chuckle escaped from his lips, “I can’t cope with it, Y/N…” He slurred painfully as your eyes slowly wandered towards the floor, not knowing how to look him in the eyes when hearing those words.

“I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about you, every fucking time I sleep, I see you, I dreamt about you nearly every time this week.” Your breath hitched at his words, your throat drying up quickly as your feelings for him coming back up in the seeming of seconds.

Draco didn’t seem like he was going to stop talking now, he cleared his throat, “I… I found this tune that makes me think of you, and I… I play it on repeat every night, when the fire whiskey painfully burns my throat, but I still don’t know what aches the most, my throat or the thought of you I can’t get out of my mind…” Draco confesses more out of truthfulness rather than drunk.

His grey eyes burning through your soft ones, feeling every emotion and agony he feels through his eyes, a breath of sigh escapes your mouth as you attempt to escape the affect he has on you by ruffling your hand through your hair nervously.

“I know I’ve had a few drinks and there… but every time, every fucking time I drink, anything at all, my mind drifts off to you immediately, searching for you intensely as it does so, it seems even my eyes crave you deeply.” Draco slurs again, a weak smile playing on his lips as he attempts to get closer to you, making you gulp hardly.

“You don’t even know what you’re saying, Draco…” You murmured as you coughed mainly to get yourself together as another chuckle came out of Draco’s mouth.

“But darling, isn’t that what the night were mainly made for? Saying things that you can’t say tomorrow?” Draco stumbled again in his place after his last words, leaving you no choice but to handle him.

“We are not going to talk Draco, I don’t want anything to do with you…” You announced ever so quietly as Draco frowned visibly, “However since I am an idiot, I can’t leave you like this… So as soon as you sober up, you’re going to go to your stupid dorm and you’re not going to come back here to me, you understand?” You asked rather harshly now as a drunk Draco nodded vigorously.

No matter what happened between you two, you knew that you would always have a soft spot for Draco, even though you seemed to “loathe” him now, a part of you could never turn him down when he was at his most vulnerable state.

You sighed as you let the mess of a boy in, taking away his flask and swapping it with a bottle of water, in attempts of sobering him up, and in attempts of trying to stop him from complimenting you, even though you were secretly enjoying him whispering sweet nothings to you.

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It had been a week from Draco showing up absolutely pissed drunk in your front door, a week since Pansy got mad at you for even attempting to let him in, a week since your head had been puzzled with the thoughts of Draco.

You sighed deeply as you dug into your food, taking a quick bite happily, “So you really are gonna reject him, Y/N?” Daphne asked nudging your shoulder as Blaise turned his attention to you.

“Reject who, exactly?” Blaise questioned curiously, probably to inform Draco, you sighed as your head shot up towards the Slytherin who was slowly leaving the table inches away from you.

“He asked me to go get some sweets and stuff at Hogsmeade.” You murmured as Blaise’s eyes widened, “And what did you say to him?” He asked curiously as you shook your head shyly, “I said no, I don’t know if I am ready for stuff like this…” You admitted sincerely as a sigh of relief came from Blaise’s mouth that you seemed to miss.

“At least come to the party tonight then, Y/N!” Pansy insisted as you shook your head uncomfortably, “Oh please you must!” Daphne added as a sigh left your lips quickly.

“I’ll think about it guys…” You said slowly as Daphne squealed in happiness, “Yes! This is gonna be so much fun.” She announced as Blaise gave you a sympathetic smile that you weakly returned.

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“Draco, I’ve got something to tell you!” Blaise called out after Draco but he didn’t seem to pay a mind as he kept rushing out, “Not now Blaise, I’ve got stuff to do.” Draco hissed basically but Blaise wasn’t interested in letting go.

“It’s important!” Blaise almost yelled as he was still attempting to catch up to Draco, but he still seemed to scoff as he kept on his walking pace, ignoring his own friend.

Blaise sighed in frustration, “Theodore asked Y/N out!” Blaise yelled out and Draco stopped dead in his tracks, freezing at the information he just heard.

Draco abruptly turned around as he quickly made his way around to Blaise, his eyes seemingly red from the fiery attitude, “What?” He questioned with a hint of rage in his tone, “What did she say?” Draco asked curiously as Blaise attempted his best to hide his smirk, knowing damn well that Draco was still very much in love with Y/N.

“Y/N said that she turned him down and she still didn’t feel ready for that sort of thing.” Blaise announced as the pit of nervousness disappeared from Draco’s stomach, relief entering his body quickly, he left out a sigh of breath.

Draco’s hands ruffled through his platinum hair out of stress, his head turned up in the direction of Blaise, “Uhh.. thanks Blaise, for telling me…” Draco said softly as Blaise nodded in return and just as he was about to leave Draco alone, he opened his mouth once again to speak.

“You should come to the Slytherin party tonight, everyone is going to be there, if you know what I mean…” Blaise announced implying you as Draco nodded understandingly, giving one last nod to Blaise as a thank you as he abruptly left.

Draco had arrived to the party in the hopes of seeing you, knowing what he was doing could very well be putting both of you in danger, but he had too… after what had Blaise said, after the encounter in your dorm…

The realization of losing you forever hit Draco like a wave, he was absolutely desperate to have you back, even though he was hiding it very well.

He had arrived with only the hopes of talking to you, or even catching a glimpse of you would be enough for him.

A huffed sigh escaped his pink lips as he wandered around the party, his eyes searching for you vigorously.

His hopes and dreams were however shattered in a second as he saw you standing near him.

Theodore Nott. A sudden wash of anger appeared in Draco’s face at the sight, his jaw was visibly clenched, and his hands formed into a fist as you laughed at one of Theodore’s jokes.

Draco was in absolute rage, as you were standing there looking as pretty as ever, and Theodore got to be the one who was making you laugh.

It used to be always him. Him standing next to you, him wrapping his arm around your waist securely, him who made you drunk giggle, him who always made sure you returned to your dorm safely after you became a drunken mess.

But right now it was all washed away as you were standing there with Theodore, because Draco had fucked up big time, and he knew it, but he still couldn’t let you two be all giggly in front of him, especially when he thought he had a chance to better things, even though he knew how selfish that was.

He stormed over to your side as quickly as possible, “Y/N?” He called out your name to what he intended to be soft but it was overwhelmingly harsh as you were startled by his presence and Theodore’s smirk had dropped.

You looked up over at Draco who seemed to be fuming, his eyes were washed away with anger and jealousy, and he threw the worst possible looks he ever could at Theodore.

“Draco?” You questioned confused, your lips were formed into a thin line, trying to look tough to Draco.

Theodore was also focused on Draco, trying to comprehend what even was happening, but soon enough Draco turned his attention to you, his eyes piercing through yours like a dagger.

“Sorry to interrupt, your little thing.” He mimicked sarcastically as you raised your eyebrows in shock, trying to comprehend why on earth Draco thought he could talk to you.

“I’m sorr-” Your words were interrupted by Draco’s quickly, “Goodbye, Theodore.” Draco announced turning his head over to him before he harshly grabbed your arm dragging you out of the party.

You couldn’t even fully comprehend what was happening in a quick moment as you were now standing outside of the party, with Draco standing in front of you.

“What the fuc-” You were about to almost yell but Draco sshed you quickly but softly. “Look please Y/N, just give me five minutes, five fucking minutes to explain myself.” Draco plead as you huffed quietly, knowing you would still have that soft spot for him that you hated yourself for.

“Nothing more than five minutes, not even one second more.” You crossed your arms against your chest as your lips formed into a thin line.

“Look Y/N… I.. Fuck.. I am so sorry… for everything… for the pain I put you through, for lying to you, for…” He murmured softly and you looked at him still a bit confused, waiting for him to continue.

“For lying to you about… telling you that I don’t love you, I-” He stuttered as your eyes widened at his confession.

“What?” You asked confused, wanting to know more as Draco’s head popped down ashamed, “What the fuck does that mean, Draco?” You questioned once again as a sigh escaped his lips.

“I.. I of course love you Y/N… How could I not? You’re the most amazing person I have ever met… the prettiest, smartest, kindest, not to mention the funniest…” Draco blabbered softly.

“The things… god the things I felt for you were unbelieveably real, so fucking real that the love I had for you scared me more than anything… You were like this fragile little thing that I ruined… I.. I’m so sorry…” He continued softly, but his voice was cracking now.

Your breath was caught in your throat at his words, realizing that Draco had lied to you about not loving you or breaking up with you for another reason, your heart beat was quickened, but firstly your anger took over without meaning to.

“What the fuck?” You growled loudly as Draco’s attention shifted to you.

“So I have been absolutely tearing myself apart for all these weeks for nothing?” You questioned angrily as Draco opened his mouth to speak but you weren’t going to let him talk.

“I have been crying and feeling like absolute shit and not enough for you because you decided to lie? Break up with me over nothing? What the fuck, Draco? Why the fuck would you do that?” You questioned further more angrily, but you could feel the tears forming in your eyes as your voice raised louder.

“No.. Y/N I did it because…” Draco stammered trying to defend himself, “You did it why exactly?” You insisted in rage.

“Because…” Draco murmured again as his head dropped down to the floor in shame, as you just watched his movement carefully, still confused.

His hand went over to his arm, slowly rolling his sleeve shakily, to reveal his dark mark.

A shocked gasp escaped your lips quickly as you immediately went closer to his side, feeling your lips tremble, as he was visibly uncomfortable.

“Draco…” His name left your mouth so concerned that he still didn’t have the courage to look up at you. “I.. I know… I didn’t… I didn’t want this, Y/N…” his whole demeanor was changed now as a scared, helpless Draco stood in front of you, and you could almost feel or hear your heart shatter.

“I.. I know you are going to hate me more, now… But I just, I wanted to distance myself from you, I wanted to make you hate me, because… I… I was scared something was going to happen to you…” His lips quivered softly as the words left his mouth, the pain he was feeling was so apparent to you that you could feel his words tug at your heart strings.

“Draco… I… I had no idea…” You murmured softly as Draco now finally looked up at you, he looked absolutely broken, his eyes were bloodshot, his posture was slouched, he looked like a mess.

Your eyes slowly bore into his, glimmering at the sight of him. “I… I could never hate you…” The words left your mouth slowly as Draco’s demeanor softened at your simple words.

“I… Shit, Draco, If I knew, I could… I could do my best to try and help you and be there…” But your words were interrupted by Draco’s.

“Y/N… It’s not your fault, it’s me… I fucked up everything…” Draco murmured as your eyes concernedly watches his movements.

“I ruined our relationship, just like I ruin everything!” Draco’s voice was higher in volume now as he frustratingly and angrily run his hands through his hair.

You immediately got closer to him as an attempt to calm him down, your arms wrapped around his back securely as an immediate response and Draco froze for a moment.

You could feel his stiff posture slowly soften as the tighter you hugged him, almost as if your touch had melted him, and just about a few seconds after, Draco’s arms immediately hugged around your waist, he nuzzled his head deep into your neck, a sigh of relief escaped his lips.

“I’m so sorry for everything… everything I put you through… every stupid thing I did… I don’t deserve you… I… You’re perfect… I love you… and I am just a stupid fuck up…” Draco murmured into your shoulder as he finally let go of the tears he had been holding onto.

A gut-wrenching sob escaped his lungs as your heart ached, you hugged him tighter to comfort him as he cried out in your shoulders, “Don’t say that, Draco…” You assured him quickly.

Your hands immediately found their way to his face as you leveled his head to meet yours, your hands were holding his face softly, “I love you, Draco… and I will always stand by you, if you will let me…” You reassured him delicately as Draco’s eyes softened.

“I… I’m so sorry…” He apologized again, pleading as you shook your head softly, “Just… please… please don’t lie to me and hide things from me… it absolutely shatters me to see you like this, Draco…” You spoke in a slow tone as Draco just watched you slowly.

“We’re going to get through this together, please Draco, let me be by your side, don’t push me away…” You pleaded as Draco’s firm lips seemed to ease into a little bit of a smile.

“I love you, Y/N…” Draco murmured softly. “I will never ever keep anything from you ever again, or ever try to push you away…” Draco continued softly now reassuring you as a smile played onto your lips.

You pulled his face closer to yours as you gave him a soft but passionate quick kiss on his lips, feeling his lips quirk up into a smile as you did so.

“Together?” Draco asked you as his eyes bored into yours lovingly, you nodded quickly, “Together.” The words left your mouth easily as Draco gave you a warm smile again.

The two of you walked to your dorms slowly, wanting to spend the lost time now together, the thought of Draco being a death eater of course was boggling with your mind as you knew this wouldn’t be something easy nor something simple to overcome, but you also deep down knew that, as long as you were together, everything would be just fine.

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years ago

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Safe

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: A fight with your boyfriend leads you to hide a big secret from Angel

Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence, torture (nothing explicit), blood, violence, and swearing.

A/N: Shoutout to @starrynite7114 for indulging me and all of my ideas. Thanks friend, you’re the best! Also, I’m really in love with this story, so I kinda got carried away and made it 3.2k words. Sorry guys! I hope you enjoy.

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Of course, you would refuse to call anyone to come get you. Frankie’s job was never easy and why should it start now? Since, you were put in the cell, Frankie was trying to get you to call Angel, EZ, Miguel, or Nestor, but you refused to.

“Y/N, please!” Frankie was not above begging. He would do anything to get you to call any of your close friends. “They’re gonna find out either way and if they find out I didn’t let you tell them, they’re gonna kill me.”

“Frankie, stop being so dramatic. They’ll beat your ass, not kill you.” The deputy groaned and childishly stomped his feet. “I’m kidding. They won’t lay a finger on you. But if you’re scared of what they’ll do to you, what do you think they will do to Russell?”

Russell, your boyfriend, well your ex-boyfriend now was the reason you were sitting a jail cell. Something must have possessed him, because he was bold enough to punch you, but when you turned the tables and beat his ass, he actually called the cops on you. Then, the cops arrested you because Russell looked like the victim.

“I don’t understand why you’re protecting him. He put his hands on you.”

“And I beat his motherfucking ass. That doesn’t warrant his death. Now let me make my call.” Frankie threw up his hands and let you out of the cell. “Fucking finally!”

The only person you could call knowing they wouldn’t tell any of the Mayans (specifically Angel) and Miguel was Felipe. “Mija,” he whispered when he saw you. He tilted your head gently to inspect your new black eye.

“It looks worse than it feels.” You patted his hand and began walking to his truck. “You know you have to tell Angel.” Felipe began his spiel, commenting on how he couldn’t keep this from his son. “I will. Just give me some time.”

The Reyes patriarch reluctantly agreed and went on to make sure you were feeling okay and safe. He even ignored your protests and walked you inside your home and quizzed you on how to shoot a gun properly. “I’m good, Felipe. I promise, girl scout’s honor.” His eyes roamed your house once more, checking for any threats. “Okay, mija. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” Then he left you to wonder how you were going to avoid seeing Angel, someone you nearly see every day, until you were healed.

Angel was getting really worried now. He hadn’t seen you in a couple of days due to you being busy, but now you were missing Wednesday breakfast at Pop’s. You never missed those. Even if you were drunk or too tired, you would drag your ass over like a zombie just for that breakfast.

If you were missing breakfast because of Galindo, then he wouldn’t hesitate to tell him off. That man took too much of your time already. “You think something happen to Y/N? Maybe I’ll go over to check on her.” Angel asked his little brother.

“Relax Angel,” Felipe sits a cup of coffee in front of his eldest. “She’s probably just healing up.”

Angel spits out his coffee when the words finally register. “Healing?”

“Fuck,” Felipe mutters. “Healing? Pops, she’s healing from what?” Felipe explained everything to his sons. He told them how Russell hit you and when you defended yourself, he called the cops on you and you had to spend some time in jail.

Both Reyes brothers were pissed, but Angel more than EZ. He’s been in love with you since you were kids. “And you’re just fucking telling me now?!”

“I was giving her a chance to tell you herself. You know she’s as stubborn as you. She almost didn’t call me at all.” Felipe didn’t mind his son’s outburst, he completely understood it. He’s just as pissed at himself for keeping the secret so long (if you consider two days long).

EZ probably understood you a bit better than Angel, because you were both alike, so he could see why you didn’t tell them. That’s why he stopped Angel. He knew if Angel confronted you right now, that you would deflect and shut down. “Angel, not this way.” He pulled his brother back by the bicep.

“Then what do you fucking suggest, Ezekiel?” If EZ didn’t hurry up, he might just catch the hands that were meant for Russell. “Just hear me out. Let’s make a call and if you still wanna go then we’ll go.” After EZ explained exactly what he wanted to do, Angel calmed down significantly.

From the sink, Felipe watched his sons come together and well-meaningly plot against you. When the boys left, Felipe went to Marisol’s urn and pressed a kiss to it. “You think she’ll forgive me, mi vida?” Soon, he felt an overwhelming warmth and calmness. “Thank you, hermosa.”

You fidgeted with your sunglasses. Hopefully, Miguel wouldn’t comment on you wearing them in the house. If so, you’ll lie about having a hangover or something.

He gave you a couple of days off per your request but called you in for an emergency. He promised it would be quick and that you could go home promptly.

But then you saw the motorcycles. This wouldn’t be the first time you had to mediate between Miguel and the MC. They never spoke about anything illegal around you, but they did call on you to ease the tension. You were better than Marcus at switching in between the two and making them agreeable with each other.

Dealing with their drama was the least of your concerns. Not only do you have to lie to Miguel, but all of the Mayans as well. Plus, you had to deal with Angel, who you’ve been avoiding for the past two days. This was gonna be a challenge.

“Gentlemen,” you greeted everyone. At least they didn’t look like they were gonna kill each other. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s more like what can we do for you.” Miguel was at the table, chin in hand. “No one’s heard from you in a couple of days.”

They couldn’t possibly know. Could they? “Ah, you know this cold is kicking my ass. I’ve just been sleeping.”

Angel sat up a little straighter before leaning his elbows on his knees. “Hmm, and the sunglasses, querida?”

“Oh um, you know cough medicine plus whiskey equals a bad hangover.” All of the men looked like they didn’t believe you. Time to abort mission. “Um, well if there is nothing I can do, I’ll just go on home and get that much needed rest.”

You went to grab your purse, but you were no match against Angel’s long legs. He was in front of you lifting your glasses off. “Angel, no!”

If Angel was pissed about this earlier, now seeing you and your black eye, he was nuclear now. Fuck this, he thought. He was gonna go kill Russell right now.

Grabbing his wrist, you tried to stop him, but Angel was too strong. He slightly pushed you away, but when he heard you wince in pain it stopped him dead in his tracks.

This time it was Miguel’s turn to inspect your injuries. He lifted up your blouse and saw your bruised ribs. All of the men were in a commotion now, ready to ride out and string that motherfucker up.

“Querida,” Angel sighed and gently pulled you into a hug. You could feel his tears on your own cheek which made you shed some of your own. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bishop chimed in.

“Because it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Because it wasn’t a big deal?!” Miguel repeated, blown away by how nonchalant you were about this. “THAT PENDEJO HIT YOU! Don’t you think it’s a big deal?”

Oh shit, you don’t know if they’re more pissed at you or Russell at this point. “No, it is, but I handled it. Now he has to walk around town looking fucked up knowing I was the one who did it to him.”

Bishop tapped the table in anger. He could just shake you right now. “No, you should’ve called one of us the moment that pussy called the cops on you.”

“Hey, let’s not go insulting pussies! They take poundings most men couldn’t handle.” You weren’t going to allow Bishop to insult the thing they all loved sticking their dicks in.

“Y/N!” Miguel was beginning to get frustrated with you and your deflections. “Miguel!” You mimicked his tone. Nestor stepped in between you, to play ref. Even though you were Miguel’s assistant the two of you fought like siblings. “Okay, Y/N/N that’s enough.”

“Is it, Nestor?” You cocked your head to side, annoyed with being told what to do. “I come out of the comfort of my home thinking my help was needed, but instead I get ambushed!”

“Because you fucking lied!” Angel slammed his hand against the table, causing everyone even you to jump a little. “You let everyone believe you were okay when you were in pain.” His voice cracked slightly, thinking of how much worse you could’ve been. He always heard the horror stories of domestic violence and he promised himself that if something as ugly and vile would happen to anyone close to him, then that sorry excuse of a man would never walk the face of the earth again.

“Okay, I get it. You’re upset. But I handled it, there’s no need for any of you to get involved.” Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if they would just beat Russell’s ass, but that’s all you wanted. A simple (well maybe not so simple considering who these men are) beatdown. But you knew these men who you called family were. A threat to you was a threat to them and vice versa. Their pigheadedness wouldn’t allow it. As you thought, they explained to you that an affront to you, an extension of the Mayans MC and the Galindo family was disrespect to them and that would not be tolerated.

However, by the grace of God and lots of negotiating techniques, you were able to come to some middle ground. They wouldn’t kill Russell, just make him wish they did. It was going good until a call came in from Russell’s sister Sienna. She was calling you all kinds of bitches, hoes, sluts, and claiming you as the mc’s whore, threatening you that her and a gang of her cousins were gonna jump you for fighting her brother. Conniving little bitch. He probably convinced all of his friends and family you were the aggressor and they would have no problem trying you.

When the phone call ended, you immediately try to place everything back right on track. “This changes nothing, okay?” Even though you could see that you lost them, you were gonna be in the fight of your life. “Really, Y/N? Now he’s lying on your name to his family and they’re ready to beat yo ass. Fuck that! What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Angel was fed up with you protecting Russell’s weak ass.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!” Everything that happened over the past couple of days were finally bubbling over. “It’s all of you fucking alpha males with your machismo thinking I need protection. I’m not weak! I’m not some damsel in distress! I can handle my own damn problems.”

You grabbed your things and shoulder checked Angel on your way out, but you were stopped by one voice that had yet to speak up until now. “Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!” It was a decibel below a yell, but it still held the same energy.

Marcus Alvarez was your dad’s best friend outside of Bishop. Your dad was his mechanic whenever Marcus came into Santo Padre and that how the quickly bonded with each other. Last year, when your dad died of a stroke, Marcus promised to keep an eye on you. “Sit down,” he ordered, and you quickly listened, knowing his tone tolerated no insubordination.

“You gotta teach me that.” Angel told the revered El Padrino, which earned him harsh glares from you, Marcus, and Bishop.

Alvarez ignored Angel and came to sit next to you. “No one is calling you weak, sweetheart. When you’re a real man, things like what that cabrón did really works you up. Add that you know the woman he did it to and it makes you bloodthirsty. Now if your dad were alive what do you think would happen?” He asked, his voice lighter and more conspiratorial.

Laughter bubbled up your throat. If your dad were alive this conversation wouldn’t even be happening. “Get that baseball bat and bash his knees in and that would be the least of it.” Marcus playfully shoved your shoulder. “You know it. So, you know what we gotta do?” You nodded your head, not liking it, but Russell was grown and should’ve known this would seal his fate.

“And after this could you please put Angel out of his misery? Bishop can’t take anymore of him walking around like a sad puppy dog.” Your eyes went to Angel who was indeed standing not too far away with his puppy dog eyes and fidgeting with his rings. “Yeah, I got you.” Your eyes stayed on Angel as you answered Alvarez. Suddenly, Angel got nervous under your warm stare and smile. He didn’t know what you could possibly be plotting with Alvarez.

Angel was granted his reprieve when you asked what the plan was, which sent everyone in a tizzy. There was a resounding no in the room as the men denied your request to be part of their revenge quest. “You can’t be there, Y/N. You need complete deniability.” Miguel began to escort you out and you couldn’t even argue against that.

You knew now it wasn’t a woman thing. If they ever find out about his death or dig into his disappearance you would be suspect number one. So, you allowed Miguel to push you into the arms of his mother as him and the rest of the men planned who knows what.

Russell was smart. He knew word about what happened to you would get to the Mayans and Galindo, so naturally he went on the run.

It took them a little longer than they have liked to find him, but they did. Chasing Russell fueled them even more. By the time they got their hands on him, Russell knew he was a dead man.

Everyone gotten their pound of flesh when they caught Russell. Even Prissy Miguel (something Angel loved to call him behind his back) got his hands dirty.

The best was saved for last though. Angel stood back and watched his brothers and Miguel and his crew beat the dog shit out of Russell.

“What? You’re not gonna get in on this? You’re the whole reason why that whore got hit in the first place.” Russell glared or tried to glare at Angel through his swollen eyes. He thought if he poked the bear hard enough maybe just maybe the bear would go ballistic and end his life right then and there. He didn’t know how much more of this torture he could endure.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Angel was so caught up that Russell hit you that he didn’t bother to ask what led up to it. To him it didn’t matter because no man should ever put hands on a woman, but to hear he was the cause didn’t sit right with him.

“Of course, she didn’t tell you, dumb fucking slut.” Angel whacked him across his ribs with a baseball bat. “Watch your damn mouth! And start fucking talking.”

“Okay!” Russell cried out in agony. “She was breaking up with me to be with you! She said she couldn’t be with another person knowing she was in love with you.”

Angel stood there shocked. All this time he didn’t think you felt the same way about him and now he found out you got hurt because of your true feelings.

Coco could tell it would take a while for Angel to process that. He was always slow on the uptake when it came to you. So, Coco took his cigarette and burned holes into Russell’s skin. “So, what you’re saying is that Y/N was kind enough to let you down easy and not cheat on you. She told you the truth and you decided to hit her? That’s some weak ass shit!” Everyone was ready to take another hit, but they knew Russell wouldn’t last and that Angel should be the one to take him out.

Finally, Angel snaped out of it and went at Russell with the bat, making sure he broke his knees. “Fucking piece of shit!” Eventually, the baseball bat was forgotten, and Angel was beating Russell with his bare hands. Life left Russell awhile ago, but that didn’t stop Angel. His brothers literally had to pull him off the dead body.

“EZ get your brother cleaned up and make sure he’s calmed down before he goes see her.” Bishop ordered the new patch. Everyone else would stay behind for cleanup. “Got it, Prez.” EZ lightly shoved his brother, “C’mon Angel, let’s go get your girl.”

You had just gotten home from the movies and drinks with Emily. From how she wouldn’t take no for an answer you knew the guys had found Russell.

Chucking your heels across the room you made your way to your kitchen until you heard your door unlocking. The door opened and revealed Angel. You could tell he just showered by the little droplets of water still clinging to his hair.

“Angel, what are you doi-,” he caught off your question with his lips. He cradled your face as if you were the most precious thing ever.

“Do you love me?” He asked, out of breath like he wasn’t the one to just rock your world with a simple kiss. “Duh Angel, I love you. Why do you think I laugh at all your dumb jokes? You’re not that funny.”

“Ouch, querida that hurts.” He covered his heart in mock hurt. “Question is do you love me, Mr. Angel Ignacio Reyes?” You rested your palms on his chest and looked up at him expectantly.

Angel licked his lips in deep thought and ticked his head to the side. “I thought when I kissed the living daylights out of you it told you so.”

Backing away you patted his firm pecs. “Okay, chill your kiss wasn’t even all that.”

“Is that so?” A smile ghosted on Angel’s lips.

“Yup.” You deadpanned, crossing your arms across your chest. “Okay then.” Angel sighed before he chased you through your house.

All you could hear was Angel’s heavy feet, your giggles, and the occasional taunting. Finally, Angel caught you and sat you on your island. Loud giggles turned into soft chuckles. Soft chuckles turned into silent longing gazes with soft smiles. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Angel.”

Angel grabbed one of your hands and interlocked your fingers with his. “I’ll keep you safe.” Angel tilted your conjoined hands to kiss yours. You mimicked Angel’s action and did the same to his. “I know.”

The rest of the night you spent it where you felt the safest, in Angel’s arms.

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brelione · 4 years ago

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Maniac (Rafe Cameron X Reader)

You were with your friends partying

When the alcohol kicked in

Said you wanted me dead

So, you show up at my home, all alone

With a shovel and a rose

Do you think I'm a joke?

Rafe was stumbling, laughing as tears ran down his face. He knew where he was going, holding a shovel in one hand and a single rose in the other, nearly falling over. Topper had mentioned your name as Rafe took his ninth shot of the night, an idea sparking in his drunk mind.

He turned into your driveway, a tired smile on his face as he banged on your door, seeing four of you staring back at him. “I broughtttt youuuuuu a anniversary gifffft babeee.”He dropped the rose at your feet.

“Am I a fucking joke to you?”You asked, staring up at your ex boyfriend. He grunted, moving forward and leaning against you, limbs turning into jelly. “I wantttt tooo backkkk.”He slurred, drooling on your hoodie.

Cause people like you always want back what they can't have

But I'm past that and you know that

So you should turn back to your outback tellin' them trash

“You cant have me back, Rafe. We’re done, you know that.”You replied, pushing him off of you until he was back on your doorstep. “whhhyyyy?”He asked, sitting down and falling forward. “Go back to your asshole friends, Rafe.”You replied, closing your door and locking it.

Tell all of your friends that I'm crazy and drive you mad

That I'm such a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath

Then tell them you hate me and dated me just for laughs

So, why do you call me and tell me you want me back?

You maniac

The next time you saw Rafe you were at a party that was being thrown by a girl named Tori. She was pretty much royalty so it was no big surprise that your ex boyfriend showed up. You planned on staying away from him, going to grab yourself a drink when you overheard him talking to a group of people as he sat back in a sofa, sipping a beer.

“She drove me mad, dude. Such a stalker too, like, borderline psychopath.”He chuckled. Joshua raised his eyebrows, an amused look on his face as he asked the question. “Why’d you ever date her in the first place?”The boy asked. Rafe shrugged, taking in a deep breath.

“I thought it would be funny.”He lied, not knowing that you were coming up right behind him. You were that one girl that everyone thought was crazy. That you had bugs in your brain, that you were some sort of mad hatter like character.

“Is that why you showed up at my house begging me to take you back last week?”You asked, startling him. He looked up at you, wide eyes. He shook his head slightly, trying to take back his words.

“At least I didnt call you thirty times and leave you tons of messages begging you for forgiveness.”You replied, a slight shrug of your shoulders before pouring cola all over his hair and face. “See you later, crazy Cameron.”You shouted before you left.

You just went too far

At your car, called me crying in the dark

Now you're breaking my heart

So, I show up at your place right away

Wipe the tears off of your face

While you beg me to stay

Three weeks after that you got a call from crazy Cameron at 3:30 in the morning. If you were properly awake you wouldnt have answered but because of your sleepy state you didnt mind, yawning. “(Y-Y/N)? Can you please come over? I cant- I cant feel anything and I cant move!”He sobbed into the phone.

You sniffled, ignoring your own tears. As much as you hated the bastard you found yourself pulling into his driveway, shivering as you opened a fake rock and took out the spare key, going inside his house. You figured he was probably in his bedroom, jogging up the stairs and listening.

You heard a cough from the bathroom, opening the door and seeing him sitting on the toilet, hands pressed to his stomach as he hunched over. “What the hell did you eat?”You asked, walking over quickly. He sobbed, shaking his head. “COme on, get up.”You told him, getting your arms under his armpits and trying to get him to stand but failing miserably.

“I cant!”He shouted. “Rafe, work with me here, bud. What’d you do?”You asked, rubbing your thumb against the back of his neck in attempt to calm him. “I dont…. I took some pills that I got a while ago and I couldnt..I dont know. I couldnt see anything and I needed to get it out and I couldnt throw up and-and I took laxatives and it wont come out!” He cried.

You nodded, stroking his hair. “Okay, im gonna tell you right now that if you dont get off the toilet it’ll never come out. We’re gonna try to stand in three...two...one.”You pulled him up, surprised when he managed to get up, hunching over a bit and using you as a crutch as you guided him to his bed.He took in a deep breath, not even caring that he was no longer wearing pants.

You left the room, getting him something to eat and placing it next to him. “You want me to stay with you?”You offered. He nodded, eating a cracker. You huffed, laying down next to him. You knew that you’d fall asleep but you didnt really care, fading into a deep slumber as Rafe munched on crackers.

You woke up to his arm around your shoulders, forehead against the back of your neck and his eyelashes tickling your skin. “I got it out.”He muttered, kissing your neck lightly. You frowned at the gesture, getting off the bed. “Good.”You spoke, grabbing your phone.

“Where are you going?”He asked, slowly sitting up. “Home.”You replied, seeing him pout. “What happened to us, princess?”He asked, hands in his lap. “You dated me for laughs.”You shrugged. He shook his head, licking his lips. “I didnt mean it, (Y/N)! I couldnt tell them…. Cant you just consider taking me back?” He asked.

“Well, people like you always want back what they can't have.” You shrugged. “But I'm past that and you know that, we’ve been done for months, Rafe. Now keep going around and telling your friends that im trash like the maniac I know you are.”You answered, leaving the room.

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robinskey · 5 years ago

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Firsts (Steve x Reader)

Request: hi! could you write steve x fem! reader where they dated before nancy and stuff but she got pregnant and she just disappeared? (like stopping going to school because she started being homeschooled and stuff like that) and then one day reader (doesn’t know steve works at family video) goes there and robin tells steve something like “don’t be scared but there’s a toddler thats looks like you and has your stupid hair” and then sees the reader and decides to be a father!! fluff and angst !! thank u!

A/N: Okay, so I’m usually not a big fan of stories where the reader gets pregnant (because the idea of kids at this stage of my life majorly freaks me out-sorry if that’s TMI), but this prompt!! A toddler with Steve’s hair!! The angst! The fluff! I loved it. I changed a few minor things (ex: the reader moves away instead of simply being homeschooled) but stayed pretty true to the prompt overall, I think? Thanks for requesting, anon!

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, teenage pregnancy, angst (probably the most angsty fic I’ve posted on here). Story under the cut.

Long before Steve Harrington was the school heartthrob, he was your next-door neighbor, best friend, and first crush. In fact, you shared your first everything with Steve. He gave you your first kiss for a dare in third grade. In sixth grade, Steve asked you to your first-ever junior high dance, the infamous Snow Ball. You and Steve went on your first date the summer after freshman year of high school; he became your first boyfriend shortly thereafter. Steve was your first love-and your first heartbreak.

Because as much as you cared for Steve, he could also be such an asshole. As he climbed up the social ladder of Hawkins High, his newfound popularity inflated his ego. He started receiving invitations to parties that you had no interest in attending. You usually tagged along to the weekend bashes, but on school nights, you told Steve to either skip it or go alone. Your resistance to embrace his new lifestyle sparked a lot of disagreements, which eventually culminated in your first ever full-blown fight.

The two of you were hanging out at his house after school one Thursday afternoon. His parents were gone, as always, so the two of you were in his room. You lay face-down on his bed, pressing your throbbing forehead into one of his pillows, while Steve rifled through his closet. Over the last few days, you’d been exhausted, excessively irritable, and achy all over your body. You felt like you were getting sick, but Steve didn’t seem to care. He was too busy planning his outfit for that evening’s party and trying to convince you to come to it.

“I can’t just show up without my girl, Y/N. What will people think?” Steve asked you. “Besides, it’ll be fun.”

“Maybe for you,” you mumbled into the pillow. “I don’t feel like partying tonight.”

“Maybe you don’t right now. But as soon as you get there, have a few drinks-”

You groaned. The idea of alcohol sounded horrific right then.

“Come on, babe. Don’t be like that,” Steve said, harsher in tone than before.

“Like what?” you asked, turning your head to look at your boyfriend. He still faced the closet and held a jacket up to the light, inspecting it for any spots or wrinkles. His body language showed no signs of acknowledging that you’d even spoken. “Like what, Steve?” you said, a little louder.

That’s when Steve spun around with a scowl on his face. He answered your inquiry with another question: “What’s the deal with you lately?”

You blinked at him incredulously.

“What’s the deal with me? What’s the deal with you, Steve?”

“Me?” Steve threw his arms up in the air. “This isn’t even about me, Y/N!”

This comment made you jolt into an upright position. “Are you serious?”

Steve’s hands moved to his hips, and his face contorted into a grimace. “Do I look like I’m freaking kidding?”

“God, you’re an idiot,” you said, shaking your head.

Steve’s complexion turned redder by the minute. “I’m an idiot because I want my girlfriend to come to a party with me?”

“Do you even hear yourself?” You rose from the bed, and your voice rose in volume with every word. “Every other word out of your mouth is ‘I, me, my.’ Of course this is about you. You make everything about you, Steve.”

He scoffed. “That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is! I’ve felt like shit all week, and you’ve barely noticed, and now you’re trying to get me to go to this stupid party, despite the fact that I told you-”

Steve’s anger finally bubbled to the surface and exploded. He took several frantic steps forward; for a moment, you thought his palm was about to connect with your cheek.

“If you don’t want to go, then don’t!” he yelled in your face. “There are plenty of other bitches who want to party with me!”

You closed your eyes. When they reopened, your vision blurred with tears.

“Fine,” you spat. The anger had been replaced with hurt. “Go get yourself another bitch, then, because I’m done being yours,” you said before storming out of the house.

Apparently, Steve followed your instructions. In third period on Friday morning, you overheard Becky Thomas brag to her friends about how she went home with Steve Harrington after last night’s party. At that moment, a sudden wave of nausea washed over you, and you ran to the bathroom without asking for permission.

After emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet, you sat on the bathroom tile. You leaned your back against the cool stall door and wept into your hands. It wasn’t Becky Thomas making you cry, nor your failed relationship; no, it was the sudden, sinking suspicion that something else entirely was making you sick.

The pregnancy test you picked up from the drugstore after school confirmed your hypothesis. In your confused, tumultuous world, you now knew two things.

One: You were having your now-ex-boyfriend’s baby.

Two: You could never set foot in that school again.

***

It wasn’t until that weekend that the full magnitude of what he had done hit Steve.

Despite what he’d said to you at the house, he didn’t initially go to the party to find a new fling. After your fight, he just wanted to get wasted and forget about his sorrows. But by the time Steve ran into Becky at the party, alcohol was already pulsing through his veins. When he squinted, Becky’s face sort of resembled yours. She was pretty and interested, and he was drunk and lonely. It was the perfect recipe for disaster.

When he woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and the wrong girl laying in bed beside him, he knew he’d screwed up. However, with such a massive hangover, he couldn’t even imagine driving to school, let alone dream up a heartfelt apology. So he simply shooed Becky out of his house, called in sick, and fell back asleep.

He laid in bed for the rest of the day, drifting in and out of consciousness.

It wasn’t until mid-afternoon that Steve finally wandered into the kitchen to grab some H2O and a snack. He stared out the window as he filled a glass with tap water. A small figure walked down the sidewalk, gaze cast downward and a plastic bag on her arm. Steve considered running outside then, sweeping you into his arms, and begging for forgiveness. But he didn’t. He just watched your silhouette march across the lawn, unlock the front door, and slip into the house.

After that day, you fell off the face of the earth. You weren’t at school Monday, nor Tuesday; by Wednesday, Steve was drilling your friends on your whereabouts. They all claimed their lips were sealed. On Friday, Steve dropped by your house with a bouquet of flowers. He rung the doorbell, waited patiently, and tried to hide his disappointment when your mother answered the door. Your mother, on the other hand, made no attempt to conceal her disenchantment with the visitor.

“Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. Is Y/N home? I’d like to talk to her.”

“She’s not here right now.”

Before Steve could ask why, the door slammed in his face.

Eventually, word got out that you’d moved in with family upstate. Nobody knew why for certain. There were rumors, of course-everything from you getting a scholarship to a private school to joining the circus. After a few weeks, though, the vanished classmate disappeared from the minds of her former peers (kind of like Barb). Steve, however, held onto the hope that you would return to Hawkins. He never thought he would fall in love again after you. When he did, she didn’t even love him back. Steve spent three-and-a-half years searching for what he’d had with you, but he couldn’t replace it. He couldn’t replace you.

***

Nearly four years later, Steve’s taking inventory in the back of Family Video. He hums a soft melody mindlessly as he counts VHS tapes. He’s lost in his little world when Robin suddenly appears in the doorway. Her loud, throat-clearing cough startles Steve, and he nearly knocks over a stack of boxes.

“You scared me, you little shit!” Steve hisses. He avoids Robin’s eyes by pretending to study his clipboard while he waits for his heart rate to return to normal.

Robin snickers, knowing full well that Steve’s sharp tone is just an attempt to conceal his embarrassment.

“Hello to you, too, dingus.”

Robin pauses, then clears her throat again. She doesn’t know how to phrase her question, but she knows she needs to ask it. Well, she doesn’t need to, per say-Steve could just figure it out himself. But, as his friend, she should probably give him a heads-up.

“Did you need something?” Steve asks.

“Not really. I was just wondering if you had family visiting or something?”

Steve scribbles something on the spreadsheet in his hand, then looks up. “I mean, if you count my parents being home for once as ‘family visiting’, then sure. But extended family, no. Why?”

“Well…” Robin smacks nervously on the gum in her mouth. “Don’t freak out or anything, but there’s this toddler waddling around the store, and he looks just like you. He’s got your stupid hair and everything.”

Steve hesitates for a moment before dismissing her comment. “All kids look the same.”

Robin blows air out of her cheeks.

“You don’t understand, Steve. Remember the time we were cleaning your garage and stumbled upon your baby album? This kid looks like he walked right out of it.”

“So? Like I said, babies all have the same face. If someone put pictures of infant-you and infant-me side-by-side, I doubt they’d be able to tell the difference.”

“Oh, please, Harrington. I was a much cuter baby than you,” Robin says. She tugs the clipboard out of his grip, places a comforting hand on his shoulder, and gives him a gentle shove toward the door. “I’ll finish this up. Just go investigate out how toddler-you figured out time travel.”

As Steve takes a step out of the storage room, a small body collides with his legs. They both lose their balance. Steve grabs onto a nearby countertop to steady himself, but the kid doesn’t have that luxury. He topples to the floor and lays there for a moment.

Steve bends down, gently helping the little one to his feet. His eyes flick over the boy’s features, from his bushy brown eyebrows and slightly-too-big-for-his-face nose to his bright pink lips and pleasantly chubby cheeks. And, of course, he can’t help noticing the kid’s hair-even without an ounce of product in it, his mane defies gravity. This toddler has more hair on his head than most children twice his age do. Robin’s right-facing this little kid is like staring into a fun-house mirror that makes you look fifteen years younger.

“Benjamin, get back here! I’m sorry, sir, he’s just excited.”

Steve shifts his gaze above the top of the kid’s hair tower. When his eyes meet those of the young woman hurrying up the aisle, she freezes in place. The flustered apologies cease falling from her lips-which part slightly and curl into an “o.”

There’s a long period of silence, during which the toddler’s doe eyes flicker from you to Steve, Steve to you.

“Hi,” Steve finally manages. His voice trembles, just with the one word. He wants to ask how you are, where you’ve been-but he doesn’t trust his voice. And besides, it seems as though he’s forgotten how to construct sentences.

“Steve?” you whisper, despite the fact that you’re currently Family Video’s only customer.

“Yeah, uh...hi.”

You already said that. Get it together, dipshit.

“So, Y/N...long time no see, huh?”

You tightly cross your arms over your chest. Steve can’t tell if you do it to prevent yourself from feeling exposed or to prevent yourself from walking up to him and punching him in the face. Either one would make sense-he has no contact with a girl for four years, and then she shows up with a kid who looks exactly like him, and all he can manage is “long time no see?”

“You could say that,” you murmur, tapping your fingers on your forearm.

Another awkward pause, ended only when Ben wonders aloud, “What’s in here?” and starts wobbling toward the storage room. You break the apparent spell that binds your feet to the tile and lunge after your son. He’s too fast, though, and disappears through the doorway before you can stop him. A few seconds later, he reappears-this time on the hip of a thin, freckled brunette who smiles at you warmly. Her name tag reads “Robin.”

“Got him,” she says, pulling the door shut behind her before setting Ben down. He’s on the move again as soon as his feet touch the floor. You watch his chunky little legs run take him away until he vanishes behind a corner. “Hey, uh, I can watch him for a minute, if you guys want to catch up.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. Kids love me-mostly because I keep a stash of candy behind the counter at all times,” Robin says with a wink. Before you can object, she’s chasing your little boy around the store, and Steve’s staring at you with those pleading puppy-dog eyes you’ve never been able to say “no” to. You still can’t, even after all these years; when he asks if you can talk in private, you agree. Your hand shakes as you twist the doorknob to the storage room, and you immediately make your way to the opposite side of the room. The click of the door as it swings shut behind Steve echoes in your mind.

Steve collapses onto a stack of boxes. He buries his face in his hands. Then, he folds them into the prayer position, pressing the edge of his fingers against his lips. Thirty seconds pass where the only sounds are your breathing, the thud of your footsteps as you pace the room, and the muffled shrieks of your son as a stranger chases him around the store.

Steve finally breaks the silence with what sounds like a joke without a hint of laughter: “I don’t suppose that’s your little brother?”

“No.”

“Are you his babysitter?”

“No.”

“Random kid you picked up on the street?”

You roll your eyes. “Definitely not.”

“How old is he?” Steve asks.

“He’ll be four this summer.”

Another pause, followed by a hesitant question:

“Is that why you left to go live with your aunt? So nobody would know you were pregnant?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and choke out a “yes.”

Steve nods, taking it all in. He inhales before speaking his next piece. “Just so we’re clear,” he says, “I’m the father, right?”

You stop pacing to glower at Steve. The fire in your glare is about the closest a human’s ever gotten to shooting lasers from their eyes.

“Really, dickwad?”

“I just want to make sure we don’t have any misunderstandings here.”

“Yes,” you say. “One of us was faithful in that relationship.” Your voice drips with venom, and you expect Steve to fire toxicity back.

However, to your astonishment, Steve simply runs his hands through his hair, and admits, “I deserved that.”

“You bet your ass you did,” you hiss, though you struggle to maintain the same level of ferocity as before. The moment you spotted Steve, your body started preparing for a screaming match. You didn’t expect submission.

“Benjamin, huh?”

“If you’re about to criticize how I named the child I carried in my womb for nine long months, I’m about to kick your ass, Harrington.”

“No, no,” Steve says. He gives the faintest hint of a chuckle. “Benjamin. I like it. You know that’s my middle name, right?”

You can’t help rolling your eyes again.

“Of course I do, moron,” you say. Your gaze falls to the floor, and your voice grows smaller as you add, “Why do you think I picked it?”

“You named him after me? Why? I didn’t even know he existed.”

You detect the bitterness as he speaks, and all the walls around you that had started to sink slightly rose again to their full height. If anyone got to be bitter, it was you. It wasn’t all your fault that a piece of shit got you pregnant. But Steve had always been the sort of guy to convince you that everything would be fine, and it would never happen to you.

But it did. It happened. And while you wouldn’t trade your son for anything, things certainly would have been easier if you’d been able to have him a little later down the line.

“Why?” you repeat, starting to walk in circles around the room again. “Well, for one thing, I never thought I would have to explain it to you.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“It’s a reason. It’s not the reason, but it’s still a reason.”

“Okay, so what’s the reason?”

You raise a finger to your lips and gnaw on the nail.

“I thought that’s the closest he would ever get to knowing his father,” you admit. Steve frowns at his hands.

“You should have called me,” he says quietly. “I could’ve at least sent money or something. You shouldn’t have had to take care of the kid all by yourself.”

“No, I shouldn’t have,” you say, voice starting to tremble. You stop pacing but keep your back to Steve. “But I had to. I couldn’t call you. I couldn’t hear your voice. Not when I was still... ”

“When you were still...?” he prompts. “You were still what, Y/N?”

“I was still in love with you.”

For a second, you’re that scared sixteen-year-old again, the one who could never bear to look at her ultrasounds, cried at every doctor’s appointment, and had to leave her own baby shower early because it was all too much. The welled-up tears finally seep out from under your eyelids and slip down your cheeks.

“In spite of everything, I still loved you.” You swipe at your damp face with the back at your hand before turning to face Steve. He stares at you with glossy eyes but an otherwise-undeterminable expression. “And I knew you wouldn’t want me-not when I came with so much baggage.”

On the other side of the door, footsteps pitter-patter on the tile. Benjamin’s tiny voice calls, “Ready or not, here I come!” Then, he shouts, “I see you, silly!” and breaks into a fit of giggles.

“I don’t know how anyone could see that little dude as ‘baggage’, even if it wasn’t their kid,” Steve says.

“You would have, four years ago.”

“Yeah, well. A lot’s changed since then.” Steve sighs, then offers you a small, tired smile. He pats the spot beside him. “C’mere. These boxes are sturdy enough to hold us both.”

You reluctantly plop down next to him, and you both lean back against the wall.

“Look,” he starts, “I’m really sorry-for everything. I was a self-absorbed piece of shit in high school, and you deserved so much better. But I really did love you,” Steve says, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “In fact, I never stopped.”

Steve leans towards you but stops a few inches from your face. You only hesitate for a millisecond before closing the rest of the gap. As your mouth makes contact with his, fireworks explode in your chest. His lips are even softer than you remember.

You only take a short break for air before your lips collide once more. The kiss deepens, and you’re transported back to a much simpler time, when it was just you and Steve against the world.

However, the fantasy doesn’t last long. After a few seconds of connection, Steve pulls away. His eyes glimmer with desire, but his lips speak the words, “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?” you utter. Then, your mind jumps to the worst possible conclusion. “Shit-that girl out there-she’s your girlfriend, isn’t she?”

Steve recoils from you slightly.

“Oh, god, no. We’re just friends. I’m not exactly her...type,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s just...I don’t want to complicate things. You know, for Ben.”

You scrunch up your face in confusion. “I’m not following.”

“Well...” Steve lets a long breath of air out of his mouth. “Now that I know about Ben, I’d like to be more involved in his life-if that’s okay with you, of course. Even if it’s just sending child support checks or whatever. And maybe, until we figure out what we are-if we’re anything-which, obviously, we don’t have to be…”

Steve trails off as your hand brushes against his, leaving a trail of electricity anywhere you touch. His palms are slightly clammy, but he lets you intertwine your fingers with his. You can feel his heartbeat rapidly pulsing through his wrist.

“I love you, too, Steve,” you say, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “and I want to be with you. But I understand if you’re not ready for the responsibility of being a father.”

“I don’t know if I’m completely ready,” Steve says softly, “but I want to try. I just don’t want to screw up Ben’s life any more than I already have.”

“You won’t,” you say. “Ben needs you in his life...almost as much as I do.”

Steve kisses you once more before the two of you head back out into the main part of the store. Robin and Ben are both sitting on the floor in front of the counter. A huge bag of gummy worms is situated between them.

“Hey! You’re back,” Robin chirps, though her words are somewhat strained. She scratches her head awkwardly and not-so-subtly slides the half-empty bag of gummies behind her back. “Listen, uh-Ben started to get a little antsy, so I distracted him with candy. Hope you don’t mind.”

“That’s okay. Thanks for watching him,” you say.

“No problem. I’m going to go finish taking inventory,” she says, getting to her feet.

As soon as Robin’s gone, your son runs up to you. He holds out a half-eaten worm as an offering. You ruffle his hair with one hand-and that’s when Ben notices the strange man is holding your other hand.

“Why you touch my mommy?” he asks, glaring up at Steve’s face, which quickly turns a bright shade of fuschia. Steve frantically untangles his fingers from yours with a desperate glance toward you for guidance.

“Don’t worry, Benny. He’s a friend of Mama’s.”

You sit cross-legged on the floor in front of Ben. Steve follows suit, but he stays in the background, careful to give you plenty of space. Ben immediately climbs in your lap, and you wrap your arms around his chubby little body.

“He’s a very special friend of mine, actually. We’ve been friends for a really long time. We knew each other when I was your age,” you tell him.

Ben’s eyes widen to the size of saucers. “Forever ago?”

You laugh and press a kiss to the top of his head. “Sure feels like it sometimes.” You bite your lip, unsure of what to say next. “Benny, you know a lot of the other kids at preschool have both a mommy, like me, and a daddy?”

Hearing that question drives a stake through Steve’s heart, but Ben isn’t fazed. He simply nods.

“Well, you have a daddy, too.” You speak slowly, waiting for it to click in your son’s brain. He’s either too stunned or too incompetent to put the pieces together-which, needless to say, is fair, considering he’s only three. You point to Steve but keep your gaze focused on your son. “That’s your daddy, Ben.”

You and Steve wait in silence for your son’s reaction. Ben doesn’t usually launch into hysterics; though he may have inherited his father’s looks, he managed to evade the “dramatic as heck” gene. Still, you expect some sort of response to this life-changing news. You eventually receive one, but it’s not at all what you anticipated.

“Do you play baseball?” Ben asks Steve. His words are completely devoid of the slightly-aggressive undertone he’d used only minutes before.

Steve blinks-once, twice, three times. Then, you elbow him, and his head moves up and down in confirmation.

“Can you teach me? Like my friends’ daddies teach them?”

A sigh of relief escapes Steve’s lips, which then curl into a cheesy grin.

“I would love to, Ben.”

Your son then turns to you, puppy-dog eyes at the ready. “Can we go to park, Mommy? Pwease?”

“Baby, Daddy’s working-”

“I’ll cover his shift!” a voice calls behind you. Robin sticks her head out the door of the storage room, smirking. “Go have fun, my new favorite little family.”

“What do you say, Stevie?” you ask over your shoulder.

“Let’s do it. Let’s play some baseball.”

Steve disappears into the back room to get his wallet. When he returns, Ben holds out his hand. Steve, beaming with joy, takes it, and the three of you walk out of the store together.

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And they were roommates// Jim Mason x Fem!Reader

This started as a request from my lovely @wroteclassicaly, but it kinda turned into its own beast LOL. (Also, the title just makes me laugh. I had to keep it. Forgive me)

This is a little college AU type situation, the characters might be OOC because of it. This is also my first length fic for jimmy :’)

@ladynuwanda and ella, I’m just pointing out that I saw this gif...and I had to use it. Legally I couldn’t use a different one.

Description - Jim is the boyfriend of your college dorm roommate and you hate each other, but do you really?

Word count- 4800+

Warnings- swearing, a little blood. Brief description of violence. Maybe slightly submissive Jim if you squint? I don’t know. Smut. Near-Death experience?

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You wanted to throw something.

Your lovely roommate Leah begged you to let her boyfriend Jim, stay over for a few ‘hours’. You usually didn’t let her, but she wouldn’t shut up about it. You decided you’d study in the student lounge while you waited for her to text you that you could come back.

The text never arrived. You ended up falling asleep at one of the uncomfortable couches. Your back ached and you forgot to set an alarm, so you only woke up with 15 minutes left to get to class.

“You look dead,” You looked up to see Medina Mason taking a seat next to you in the courtyard, dropping her books on the picnic table.

“Your brother kept me awake all night.” You said bitterly, stabbing a bite of your salad.

“He did what?” She raised her brows at you.

You coughed, realizing what it sounded like. “No- God…” you wiped your mouth, “He was with Leah. All night.”

“In your room?”

“Yes, and I had an exam!”

“I’m sorry, I can try to talk to him if you want, knock some sense into him.”

You smiled at her and nodded, “That would be great. I have English next week and I can’t afford to fail this one…”

You liked Medina. She was Jim’s twin sister, but the complete opposite of him. You honestly didn’t know how they shared the same DNA.

You had known them since they started college in the same year as you, but you never got along with Jim. It was like he had some kind of vendetta against you or something, like his goal every semester was to find a way to piss you off more. This year he had really spread the icing on the hate cake by dating your roommate.

Medina tried to convince you that he was just doing it because he probably likes you, which was bullshit. Jim Mason did not like you.

He hated you. Just like you hated him.

It didn’t help that he was panty-dropping gorgeous. Not that you would ever admit it, though.

“There’s a party tonight. You coming?” Medina asked you sighed.

“I shouldn’t… I need to study.”

“Oh come on. It’s Friday night, you have the whole weekend to study. Come have a few drinks with our friends, and you can forget all about my brother.”

“Forget what about me?”

You groaned internally at the familiar voice. Looking over to see the devil himself, with his arm wrapped around Leah's waist.

“That I couldn’t go back to my dorm all night because you and Leah wouldn’t keep your hands to yourselves.”

“Oh my gosh! I’m SO sorry I forgot to text you! We just fell asleep.” Leah tried to explain, but you rolled your eyes.

“You could’ve joined us if you liked.” Jim winked as he spoke and you scoffed.

“Fuck you, Mason.” You turned your back to him and continued eating. You didn’t miss him saying, “only in your dreams,” under his breath but you chose to ignore it.

“Are you going to the party, Jim?” Medina asked, you heard him reply in agreement.

You definitely weren’t going now.

___

“Black or red.. or purple… or Yellow?”

“Why don’t you just wear a rainbow?” You leaned back on Medina’s bed as she picked out something to wear to the party.

That she was forcing you to go to.

“You know I’m not good with style… I want to look decent.” She pouted at you, holding up two dresses for you to see.

“Blue. Blue is your best color.”

“Blue wasn’t an option… but you’re right. It’s a Mason thing.” She started shuffling through her closet again, looking for something in blue.

“What are you wearing?” She asked as she finally picked out something.

“What do you mean? I’m already dressed.” You gestured to the clothes you were wearing already. A white T-shirt and a pair of light wash denim capris.

“You are not.” She rolled her eyes, “We’re supposed to be having fun… Don’t you want to meet someone? Get laid? You can’t dress like that.”

“I’ll dress whatever way I want to, Dina.”

“Fine. At least put on makeup.”

You compromised with Medina and let her put a little makeup on you. Not much, but a little mascara and concealer can make a difference.

___

You recognized Led Zeppelin playing when you and Medina got to the party. The music was so loud you could barely hear her talking to you as you went to find drinks. If you were going to have any fun tonight, you needed something to drink.

Dina ditched you about an hour in, something about going to smoke with a guy she had met. Not that you minded, you were buzzed enough to not care anymore. You danced with a few of your girlfriends, enjoying the music and swaying with the crowd of scantily dressed college kids.

You spotted Leah, dressed in a bright red mini skirt that was pushed up so high you could see the giant dream catcher she had tattooed on her thigh. Her brown hair sat loosely on her shoulders and her red lipstick was smeared on her lips. She was sitting on Jim’s lap, her arm around his shoulders.

She waved at you with a smile, making him look in your direction. You tried not to notice how good he looked in his old worn jean jacket, you really did try. In your inebriated state, however, your efforts were fruitless. You tried to pretend like you weren’t checking him out, just looking back at Leah, you waved back and gave her an awkward smile.

Jim tapped her legs so she would move, getting up and making his way toward you. You tried to walk away, but before you could make it through the crowd, he had made it to you first.

“You really wore that?” He looked you up and down.

“So what, not all of us have to dress like sluts to go to a party, Mason.”

“You didn’t even change what you wore earlier,”

“Why do you pay so much attention?” You asked,

“I’m not.”

“Mhm. Just like you’re not over here bothering me instead of your girlfriend over there on the couch.” You emptied your cup and turned to leave, but Jim reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“You shouldn’t drink anymore if you’re here alone.”

“Who are you to talk? I’m not alone, Dina is with me.” You shrugged off his hand, ignoring the warmth his hand had left on your skin.

“I just saw her leave with some dude, you are alone. We both know you can’t hold your liquor well either.”

“Who says I can’t hold my liquor?”

“The last party you went to you fell off the deck into the pool.”

“That was on purpose.”

“Sure it was. What about that time you threw up in the bushes and Medina and Leah had to carry you home?”

“Why do you care so much? You don’t seem to care about me any other time.” You turned to face him, swallowing when you realized how close he was standing to you. He practically had you backed up against the counter now.

“I don’t.”

“Then leave me alone.” You pushed him away from you and he stumbled back, watching as you poured yourself another drink and downing it in one gulp, making an exaggerated “ahhh” to annoy him.

“You’re a fucking pain, you know that (Y/N)?”

“Only in your ass, Mason.” You winked at him, grabbing another drink before you could disappear back into the crowd, leaving Jim alone in the kitchen.

___

The rest of the night was basically a blur.

Somehow you ended up in the upstairs hallway, some strangers lips attached to your neck, making obscene noises as he tried to grope your breasts through your bra. Your shirt had a drink spilled on it, which was making you feel wet and uncomfortable.

You weren’t really enjoying yourself to any degree, and you tried to push him off of you but he wasn’t budging.

“Dude, get off me…” You said, He ignored you trying to unhook your bra, but you pushed on him again.

“There you are… Hey-” You heard a voice that didn’t belong to the stranger call out, and suddenly he was ripped from you, making you stumble against the wall.

“She said to get off her.” You recognized it as Jim, holding the other guy by the collar of his shirt, a murderous look in his eyes.

“She wanted me, bro. Lay off.” He tried to get free of Jim’s grip, but he wasn’t letting up.

“Jim… let him go.” You said, but he ignored you.

Jim punched the guy square in his face, you could hear a crack that had to be his nose. The guy stumbled back, cursing at him.

Luckily instead of fighting back the guy ran off holding his bloody nose.

“Jesus fuck, Jim. You didn’t have to do that.” You grabbed his hand, his knuckles were bruised and bloody too.

“What happened to your shirt?” He asked, eyeing your chest. It was showing your bra through the wet fabric. You would’ve felt grossed out (you liked to tell yourself) if you hadn’t been so drunk, but at this moment having Jim Mason staring at your chest left you tingling in all the right places.

“Some asshole spilled their drink on me.”

“Come on, I'm taking you back to the dorm.” Jim shrugged off his jacket and handed it to you, telling you to button it up before he grabbed your hand and walked you outside with him.

You were too tired to argue, too hot under the skin to shake his hand away, enjoying his attention on you way too much.

Plus you felt so warm inside his jacket, unconsciously pulling it tighter around you.

Jim drove you all the way back to your dorm, where you found Leah passed out on her bed still fully dressed and everything.

“Did you bring her back too?”

“Earlier. She was tired.”

“You came back for me?” You asked, Jim looked at you and sighed.

“Go to bed.” He gently pushed you toward your bed, You flopped onto it and fell asleep seconds later.

_____

Sunlight and a pounding in your head woke you up the next morning.

You groaned, covering your face with your pillow, but the dryness of your throat and your bladder stopped you from sleeping in any longer. You stood up, realizing you were still wearing Jim’s jacket, but you had managed to take off your jeans while you slept.

Most of your memories were hazy, but the ones involving Jim were crystal clear in your mind.

He was actually nice to you. Really nice.

Any warm thought your brain was conjuring disappeared when you looked over and saw him in bed with Leah, her back pressed against him, a smile on her lips as they slept.

“He’s her boyfriend… and he’s Jim.” you shake your head, trying to remove any weird lingering feelings as you walked to the bathroom.

After taking care of yourself, washing your face and brushing your teeth among other things you walked out to find Jim and Leah awake, Jim was sitting up in bed, his hair ruffled from sleep and looking stupidly beautiful for first thing in the morning. Leah was standing at her closet in her underwear.

You forgot that you hadn’t put on pants when you walked to the bathroom, and Jim noticed right away.

His eyes trailed down your legs, and back up again, a certain look in his eye as he stared at you wearing his favorite jacket and not much else.

You felt uncomfortable, feeling your face heat up as he blatantly kept his eyes on you and not his underwear-clad girlfriend just a few feet away.

“Is that Jim’s?” Leah asked, bringing your attention back to her.

“She spilled a drink at the party,” Jim responded before you could, and you nodded.

“You really shouldn’t drink so much…” She said and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever. I need to get dressed.” You stood in place and unbuttoned the jacket, Jim’s eyes glued to your half-naked state. You wondered if Leah didn’t care or if she was really that dumb that she didn’t notice the look Jim was giving you. You tried to pretend you didn’t notice the look he was giving you, either. You threw the jacket in his direction, and it seemed to snap him out of his daze.

You grabbed clean clothes from your closet and retreated back into the bathroom. You felt your cheeks hot as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. “What the hell is wrong with me today?” You muttered to yourself as you started to get dressed.

Jim usually didn’t affect you this much. For some reason this morning, you couldn’t get him out of your head.

“Jim and I are going to breakfast!” Leah called out a few minutes later, you muttered a reply before flopping back onto your bed.

Your head was still pounding and you didn’t think you could be around them for any longer, so you downed a couple Advil and went back to sleep.

____

“This is exactly what I needed. Exams are a bitch, aren’t they?” Medina said as she zipped up her wetsuit. You and a few friends decided to go surfing since it was a Saturday and you had nothing better to do. You couldn’t surf very well, but Medina was teaching you.

“Is Jim here?” You asked as you grabbed your board. Medina shrugged.

“Maybe. Why?”

“No reason… He was acting really weird to me at the party last night. I was drunk so I might be remembering it wrong, but I think he was actually worried about me.”

“I told you, (Y/N). He doesn’t hate you. I know my brother. He doesn’t hate anyone.”

You wanted to argue, but the memories of last night irritated you. He rescued you from some total creep, gave you his jacket and brought you back to the dorm. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf?

“It’s weird and I don’t like it.”

“Maybe Leah is changing him?”

You wanted to laugh. “I doubt he’s getting any kind of influence from her. She can barely keep her class schedule straight let alone control anything Jim does. Too busy preaching about how much she loves her “aesthetic”. You mimicked the annoying way she acted and Medina laughed.

Leah may have been your roommate and you were civil to each other, but you were far from friends. She had a tendency to be a little overbearing and being her friend was exhausting, so you just stopped trying. Your annoyance living with her only grew when you found out she had started dating Jim.

“I don’t know why he’s with her. She’s not his type at all.”

“Jim has a type?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“I thought he would just fuck anything that moved.”

“He’s not like that (Y/N). He wasn’t in high school at least. He didn’t sleep around until he got here. He doesn’t when he’s dating someone either.”

“I really don’t know what he sees in her.” You said as you noticed the couple appear on the beach. Leah was practically skipping in the sand, wearing a bikini that you were sure was two sizes too small. It was pink and gaudy, a bright contrast to Jim’s dark wetsuit.

Great, he was here to surf too.

“She’s hot and he’s shallow?” you finished, Medina shrugged. “Maybe”.

You got into the water which effectively ended the conversation as you tried to focus on surfing.

You caught a few good waves, but you weren’t nearly as good as Medina. You kept getting distracted by Leah yelling at Jim every 10 minutes, asking how he was doing and begging for him to come back to the beach.

You tried your best to ignore him, but it wasn’t working.

Jim didn’t surf as much as Dina did, but he was still a pretty good surfer. You found yourself watching him, sitting on your board almost forgetting completely that you were there to surf too.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Medina shout, and you looked over at her, she was waving and pointing, and you realized she was pointing at the very large wave that was coming right towards you.

You tried to act fast, but you didn’t act fast enough. The wave crashed into you and knocked you off your board, you felt the ankle strap on the board rip off as you went under the water. You struggled against the surge, swimming up, but as soon as you did another wave crashed and sent you in the water again.

You could feel your vision starting to blackout from lack of oxygen, and your lungs burned as you involuntarily sucked in water.

“This is it, I'm about to die.” You thought as your vision finally went dark.

___

You gasped for hair and opened your eyes, sputtering water and looking up directly into the eyes of an angel.

Had you died? Wait. No. It wasn’t an angel. It was just Jim.

“Thank god,” You heard medina yell, you realized she was sitting by your side, as Jim hovered over your body in the sand, his hands on your shoulders still.

“I almost drowned…” You coughed, “Did you save me?” You looked up into Jim’s eyes, his face was only a few inches from yours. He nodded.

You fell silent. Jim had saved you from literally dying, and he was sitting close to you now you almost wanted to kiss him.

“Oh my god! Are you ALRIGHT?!”

Leah’s shrill voice rang in your ears as she ran over kicking sand on you, making Jim pull away but he didn’t take his hands off of you.

“I’m ok I think…”

“You should get checked out,” Dina said, you shook your head. “No, I’m fine. I just need to get back to the dorm.”

“I can take you.” Jim piped up, and Leah gave him a dirty look.

“She’s fine. We just got here.”

Medina gave her a nasty look. “She almost just drowned.”

“She’s fine. Let’s go Jim.” She pulled his arm and he pushed her off.

“Jim,” You stopped him. “Just go with her. Dina can take me home…”

Jim helped you up, earning another dirty look from Leah. “We need to talk.” He whispered in your ear, leaving you confused a little light-headed.

____

The rest of your exams came and went, and you felt fine after a few days. Normal even.

Except, it wasn’t normal.

You hadn’t seen Jim all week, not since he left the beach. Normally you’d find him in your dorm, hanging off Leah, or bothering you and Dina while you studied, but you didn’t see him once the entire week.

You tried not to let it bother you, but the less you saw him the more you couldn’t get him off your mind. It was driving you mad.

Your brain was constantly invaded by him. His stupid blue eyes and wavy hair. His stupid freckles and his stupid smile.

He’s the one who said he wanted to talk, Right? So why was he avoiding you?

“Fuck…” You groaned.

You needed to end this. Whatever it was.

You made your way to his dorm, knowing where it was because you had been there a few times with Medina. Standing at his door you felt stupid, You didn’t even know if he was there, and what were you going to say, “Why are you ignoring me after you said we needed to talk? It’s stupid. Please stop ignoring me so we can go back to hating each other like normal.”

You scoffed at yourself.

You started to walk away, but the door to this dorm swung open.

Jim gave you a confused look, and you stood still.

“You wanted to talk to me?”

“What took you so long?”

“I- what do you mean? You wanted to talk to me. Why did I have to come to you first?”

“I had some things to deal with, I figured you’d show up here after you heard.”

“Heard what?”

“You don’t know?”

“I don't know! I don’t know what’s going on. I never know with you, Mason.” You were starting to get angry.

He crossed his arms as he sat down on the couch, you followed him in.

“Nevermind.” You huffed, and he stood up. “Wait, don’t.”

“I don’t even know what I’m doing here, you’re right. I don’t know why I care so much about you… stupid ass…”

Jim walked up to you, grabbing your wrist to keep you from walking away.

“Do you really hate me?”

You swallowed.

You wanted to say yes, you really thought you did, but you couldn’t think straight.

“Medina said you thought I hated you. I know you think I do, but do you really hate me?”

The way he looked at you made your heart stop. No. I don’t hate you. You wanted to say it, but you were frozen.

Fuck it.

You turned and grabbed his face, pressing your lips hard to his.

Jim stood in shock as you kissed him, but quickly caught on and kissed you back. Wrapping his arms around you as he deepened it, walking you back until you were pressed against the door.

His lips were as soft as silk, and he tasted like mint. Your hands tangled in his brunette waves as you kissed him feverishly.

You broke the kiss first.

Breathing heavily as you stared at him, looking at you with a surprised expression.

“Should we do that again?” He asked you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest.

“Leah, what about Leah? You’re dating her… She’s my roommate-”

Jim’s lips cut you off.

“I broke up with her, After the beach.”

“What? Really?”

“I only dated her to get closer to you. The way she acted after what happened. I couldn’t stand it. That’s what I meant, I figured you had heard from her.”

“To get closer to me?...” You scrunch your brows together.

“You’re really that oblivious?” He had his arms wrapped around you, but you didn’t make any effort to push him away further.

“I like you. I have, for years. I never hated you… I just didn’t know how to tell you. I dated Leah cause I was hoping you’d be jealous. It was stupid.”

“It was stupid. I thought you hated me so much that I thought I hated you.”

“You don’t hate me, do you?” He asked again, but this time he knew the answer.

All the secret feelings you had bottled up the last two years came bubbling to the surface as he confessed to you. Every little stupid thing you had thought he had done to piss you off in the past, every sweet thing you pretended wasn’t sweet came to the forefront of your mind.

“I'm an idiot and I think I’m in love with you.” The words fell out of your mouth as you stared up at him, only a few inches from you. You could feel his heart beating in his chest under your hands.

He pressed his lips back to yours, this time the kiss was less rushed, you could feel the tenderness in how he kissed you. His hands wrapped around you like he never wanted to let you go.

“I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.” You breathed as you kissed him, his arms wrapped around you tighter.

“For the record, I love you too, and I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Now kiss me.”

Jim didn’t need any more convincing after that. He pressed his lips yours again, this time with no intention of stopping.

“Is your,” you continued pressing your lips back to his as you spoke, “roommate coming back anytime soon?”

“Mm no, at his parents for the weekend.” Jim walked you over to his bed, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt and you gave him a nod, letting him know this was ok.

“Good god, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” Jim stared at your shirtless form, his hands making quick work of your bra and tossing it aside. His lips immediately found your chest. Gently lapping and biting, one hand caressing while he kissed and sucked lightly on your skin and nipples.

“I think I have an idea…” you sighed at his touch, running your fingers through his hair.

“We’re both idiots, right? We could’ve been doing this way sooner.” Jim laughed as he straightened himself up again, taking off his own shirt as he talked.

You admired the way his arms flexed and for once you could stare at him without feeling guilty.

“Like what you see?”

You shut him up with a kiss.

Your hands worked Jim’s belt as you kissed hungrily when you finally undid it you let him sit on the bed as you slid his pants off him.

His cock was strained against the fabric, pressing its full hard length for you to see how much he really wanted you. It practically made your mouth water.

Jim Mason was blessed in every department it seemed.

You dropped to your knees in front of him as he sat on the edge of his bed, running your hands up his thighs.

“You’re such a tease,” he adjusted his hips, his cock still straining for attention.

“I’m not in a rush…” you winked playfully up at him before finally taking his throbbing member in your hand and giving it a few light strokes.

Jim groaned through his teeth, bucking up into your hand.

“Are you going to cum if I put my mouth on you?”

“I- Maybe,” he wanted to say no, but with the way he was feeling Jim knew he wouldn’t last if you wrapped your pretty little lips around his cock.

Another time.

You kept your hand wrapped around him as you pushed him back on the bed so you could straddle him, stopping only for a few seconds to pull the rest of your pants and panties off.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yes, in the side drawer.”

“I guess your whore tendencies do come in handy sometimes, Mason.” You reached over and found a little foil packet, resuming your straddle position as you sat on top of his thighs.

His cock was dripping precum now, and you couldn’t resist leaning down and cleaning the head of his cock with your tongue.

“Fuck, (Y/N).”

You tore open the condom carefully and rolled in on him, “do you want me to ride you?” You asked him, he stared up at you straddling him, completely naked and practically dripping with need all over him.

“Please.”

You adjusted your hips so you could grind the tip of his cock against your clit for a few seconds, moaning softly as you rocked against him. Jim’s hands found your hips as you directed his cock into you.

“Fuck, I love you.” You found yourself saying again as you felt his cock fully seated inside of you.

You leaned down and pressed another kiss to his lips, and started rocking against him. Agonizingly slow for Jim’s preferences.

He gripped your hips tighter, moving you the way he wanted you to move now. He lifted you up so he could fuck you properly, eventually sitting up and wrapping his arms around you while his cock was still buried inside you.

Your wrapped your arms around his neck in return, enjoying the sensations flowing through you as you simply stayed still, feeling your naked chests pressed against each other and your hearts beating in synch.

“I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that to me…” Jim pressed his forehead against yours, stealing your lips in another kiss and another after that.

“I love you, Jim Mason.” You whispered against his lips. “I love you,” he smiled in return before deepening the kiss.

As he kissed you, he adjusted your position so he was on top. Driving into you with slow but firm thrusts, his tongue tracing the most sensitive part of your neck sending chills up you as he fucked you.

One of Jim’s hands eventually found your clit, running along it in slow circles as he continued to fuck you, Making you moan his name in his mouth.

You climbed the mountain together, feeling your orgasm build and you could tell by Jim’s sloppy thrusts that he wasn’t far behind,

You moaned loudly as you finally felt your release, so loud, in fact, you imagined everyone on this floor could hear you, not that you cared.

Jim followed suit, spilling into the condom while still inside you. You kept your legs wrapped around his hips as you both rode out the last of your orgasms together.

“How you do you think Medina is going to react?” You whispered as you laid against his chest, Jim laughed.

“I think she’ll be happy. She’s been waiting years for me to tell you how I feel.”

“YEARS?”

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bxcksdoll · 5 years ago

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Temper | Part Two

Summary: Steve feels awful about how he acted towards Y/N and wants to fix it.

Warnings: angst, alcohol, drunk!steve

A/N: I got a TON of requests to do a second part so I finally gave in and wrote one - I hope it’s what people wanted!

It was only the night following your argument with Steve that the full extent of his actions started to dawn on him. At last, he understood how unreasonable he had been and what a toxic atmosphere he had created in your relationship.

Steve needed something to numb the pain, the loss. Some morphine. Some kind of release to prevent his weeping heart from shedding its tears of cold, thick blood. And yet he felt he deserved this unimaginable pain. He was solely responsible for this self-inflicted pain and only felt worse at the thought of how you must feel.

He now turned to liquor in an attempt to drown the thoughts of his actions. To submerge them into unknown, unthinkable impossibilities. Perhaps that might make them go away - as though they were just dreams of his. Nightmares. Perhaps if he knocked himself out with liquor he would wake up with you in his arms. Everything would be back to normal.

After hours of drinking, he acknowledged that he couldn’t get drunk on normal alcohol. Steve made the decision to search for a stronger substance. Asgardian mead. He took some of Thor’s and returned to his chamber of stone-cold silence.

Drinking, to him, was a release. An escape. When he drank he could do what he pleased; act how he pleased; say what he pleased. He paced around his room, footsteps trudging with effortless movement.

You’re a monster. You don’t deserve her. She hates you. You deserve to die alone.

His thoughts secluded him from the outside world. A dark atmosphere came upon him, all his past mistakes crept upon his conscious. How could he be the rightful, patriotic Captain America? How could he be worthy of such a title?

A loud grunt escaped his lips as he threw his bottle down. Shards of glass erupted across the room, one flying past his cheek, breaking the flushed skin. Steve’s head was hung low, staring into the abyss of broken reflections of the man he hated most. They reminded him of your relationship. Broken and fragile. At this thought, an idea breaking all logic or reason cane upon him. He had to see you. Talk to you. He knew he wasn’t in an acceptable state but that wouldn’t stop him. He just had to get a glance of you. Or more.

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Occasionally you had seen Steve snap but never like this. He only had a temper when he became particularly emotional about something. Therefore, you understood that deep down his actions were driven by the fear of losing you. But, as much as you wished to resolve your conflict, you couldn’t bring yourself to see him after what he said to you. How he use your weakness against you. Your Steve would never do that.

After sending Steve away, you went through an extreme whirl-wind of emotions. Only now did you understand that you had been a bit dismissive of the team’s reactions to you taking such a big risk. How could you not recognise that Steve was just worried about you? You understood now that you were both in the wrong.

A heavy knock on your door drew you away from your endless thoughts. For a moment, you stayed silent, considering answering or not. Then, a more impatient knock came from the door.

“H-hello?” Your voice faltered slightly, a recognisable voice of precious crying escaping from your lips.

“Doll?” Butterflies flooded your stomach, relentlessly swirling in a familiar pattern at the sound of his voice. Your heart swelled, beating faster with every second. But you didn’t answer. “Doll, it’s me, Steve. Can we talk?”

Without even considering his request, you were away on your feet and opening the door. There he stood before you, staring down at you in shame. Immediately, you noticed his slumped posture, his guilty eyes and a small cut on his left cheekbone. You caught him at surprise, not expecting you to open the door; Steve regained his posture, clearing his throat, however still swayed slightly on his feet.

“I...I wasn’t expecting you to open the door so fast,” he chuckled, placing a hand on the doorframe to balance himself. His face slumped down a bit closer to you and you took in the stench of liquor. You let out a cough in response, trying to wait away the smell.

“Have you been drinking?” You coughed, stepping back.

“A little.”

Silence followed after his brief reply. You focused your attention on the slow swaying of Steve, hopeful that he’d break the silence. He didn’t.

“Why are you here?”

For a moment, Steve looked confused, as though his visit didn’t have a purpose. Finally, he answered, “I came to apol-apologise. I’m sorry, so sorry, for how I treated you, Y/N. There’s no excuse for it - you should never forgive me for what I did. I’m such a jackass.”

“You’re saying I shouldn’t forgive you?” You asked, causing Steve to pause, considering what he said.

“No! I take that back - you should forgive me because I’m extremely sorry for what I did and I swear to you that it will never happen again. I mean, you don’t have to forgive me. I’m not the boss of you - it’s your decision but, um, I’m hoping that you will.” He gave a drunken smile but you could see through to his embarrassed, guilty eyes.

“So, you mean you won’t get pissed at me again if I ask to be alone?” You raised an eyebrow, sceptical of his words.

“I promise I won’t. I overreacted when I did that and I’m sorry...I’m also sorry that I’m a bit drunk right now,” he chuckled but stopped when your expression didn’t change.

“Hmm, yeah it’s not really convincing me to forgive you with you turning up drunk. That makes me think that you were too stubborn to come when you were sober.”

“Would you rather I didn’t come at all?” His eyes were hurt, begging for you to forgive him.

“Of course not,” you replied. “I just wish you’d come when you were sober so that we could have a proper conversation about this.” Inside, you felt a pang of guilt; everyone knew Steve didn’t get drunk easily - he must have been in a seriously fragile state after the risk you took to make himself so - and yet you were treating him badly.

“We still can,” he raised his voice, hopefully. “Please, let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything.”

“All I want now is to left alone, Steve. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

“Please, Y/N...” Tears began to form in his eyes.

“Steve, you’re not in a good state right now. Get some sleep and then we can talk all about it, okay?”

Before he could even open his mouth, you closed the door. Guilty because of your action but knowing that it was best.

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The morning finally came and the greatly anticipated talk was soon to arrive. You lay still on your bed, wondering to yourself if Steve would even remember the events of last night. Would he even be bothered in talking to you again after you shut the door in his face? You had to learn that for yourself.

A few minutes later, you found yourself at his door, hesitating to knock. You didn’t know how he’d react or what he’d say. Maybe he was only apologetic when he was drunk - maybe he’d lose his temper again. Finally, you worked up the courage to knock. An answer didn’t come so you knocked a bit louder.

“I already told you that I’m not training this morning, Sam!” Steve’s voice shouted from behind the door. “I’m still a bit hungover from-” the door swung open and Steve stood stunned at you behind it. “Y/N...I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Hi, Steve...” some awkward silence followed. Are you busy?”

“Um, no not really.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

You entered his new room, glancing around at some fallen down objects, crumpled up clothes and scattered glass around the place.

“Sorry about the mess I...I wasn’t, uh...well, I got a bit drunk after you didn’t let me see you.” Guilt and embarrassment were laced in his voice, shining through clearly.

“I know, Steve, you came to my room,” you stated, watching his face turn bright red.

“I what?!” He looked absolutely mortified. “Oh, god. What did I do?”

“You don’t have to worry, you only came to apologise. Then you asked to talk about...what happened but I told you we’d have a conversation when you were sober,” you replied, unable to hide a small smile at his embarrassment.

“Good,” he sighed, relieved. “That was a good call,” he gave you a small smile, chuckling. “So...let’s sit down at talk about it.” He motioned to the couch and you both sat down, solemnly.

“Steve,” you spoke before he could. “I think it’s right that I apologise; I took a big risk and didn’t think about the consequences - I didn’t consider your feelings. Honestly, I tried to do what was right but I understand that, although I helped out in the mission, what I did was stupid. I should have considered your feelings and I’m sorry.”

“Well...thank you for apologising but I should be the one to apologise to you. What I did was awful - I should have never said that. I promise nothing like that will ever happen again. I lost my temper and was unfair to you. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I really hope you can forgive me.” You reaches out to sqeeze his hand in yours.

“I forgive you, Steve. I just want to put this all behind us,” you smiled, feeling a warm sensation as his eyes turned from guilt to hope.

“So, this isn’t the end for us?”

His words spurred a silence. A realisation. A nightmare.

“Of course not!”

“Oh thank god,” he sighed. “I was so scared I was gonna lose you.” He moved closed to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and bringing you to his chest.

“Me too, baby, me too.”

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mrsarthurcurry · 6 years ago

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Pain- Chuck x Depressed! Reader x Dean

Warning: Mentions Rape, Molestation, PTSD, Angst, underage drinking. This is a personal fic to me even though I write it in Reader P.O.V. If I mention names they have been change to keep the identify of the people safe.

"We should probably talk."

That's what he tells you. This WHOLE time he was God yet when the Apocalypse came he sat back and was willing to call hookers instead of helping to save the world. Yet here he is now singing country songs while taking a shower. You layed on your bed in the bunker just staring off at the roof. The Winchesters were your family.

When you were 16 years old your Uncle Molested you. For a whole year you kept quiet. Then one day when you were 17 years old you couldn't keep it in. Everything went down at school, you couldn't keep it anymore you broke down and told the teacher you trusted most. That's when everything fell apart. Your already broken family just barely staying together shattered. You felt weak and it didn't help that at the time you had a controlling boyfriend. There were times you said 'No'. That never stopped him he would cry afterwards saying he was sorry and that it would never happen again.

You knew it was a lie. He would always do the same thing. You finally left him when you had a pregnancy scare. Then you finally saw him for who he was. Though that doesn't justify the actions you did afterwards. You gave that boy hell. Maybe you did it for revenge or maybe it helped distracted you from your broken heart knowing you destroyed your family. Maybe because even though you love your sister so much you saw that the family welcomed her more in to the family even though she testified against your Uncle as well.

Before you left home you were 18 years old you got drunk at a family party and your Aunt tried convincing you that your uncle and YOU were at fault with what happened. Your mother and Aunt were starting to slowly forgive each other. You couldn't tell your mother and ruin that. You weren't going to be selfish and ruin their relationship. Right when you started to feel it wasn't your fault she makes you feel like it was all over again. You met Dean when he and Sam saved you from a Djinn. Somehow you convinced them to tag along. They helped teach you to become a hunter. They didn't want to but finally accepted it.

When you turned 19 years old the Apocalypse started. Chuck was your best friend you thought that maybe you too could have had something special. You too bonded on how you too were both dorky, and liked to write stories, also that writing is hard.

That's not how it played out. Chuck disappeared and you began a relationship with Dean. He was there for you when you were down. You don't think you would have had the energy to keep fighting if it wasn't for him. Now here you are laying on your bed staring at the wall hearing Chuck-God sing country music on the top of his lungs in the shower. You hear the water turn off. The bathroom was next to your bedroom. 10 minutes you heard a knocking on your door. "Come in!" You call not even moving. You just layed there not moving a muscle. You just wanted to lay there forever and you would if you could.

"Are you okay? You've been very... quiet since I told you guys who I really am." He mutters. "If your really God then you know about my past?" You ask. He frowned sadly and looked away. "I do and I am sorry that happened to you..." He says softly. You looked over at him and let out a laugh. "Your sorry? You?!" You ask laughing harder. This laugh was different. Sure you laughed loudly sometime but this was.. Well different...

"Y/N, I can't help everyone." He says. You laughed as hard as you cold tears falling from your eyes. "Family is the most important thing to me and I ruined it!" You scream laughs turn in to sobs. "I did this. I wish I would just wake up and I would be a toddler again when things were simpler. Happier." I whisper. "What happened to you wasn't your fault!" Chuck protests. "Oh, it wasn't?" You chuckle. "I had the chose to stop going over there yet I kept going over there damn well knowing what would happen!"

"You went to see your cousin Elle and you did your best to avoid him! He just always found a way to get you alone!" Chuck shouts. "Then why didn't you help me! I was molested by my Uncle and not even a full fucking year later I was raped! I hate everything about me! I just want my fucking family again but deep down inside I know I will never have them!" I scream. "Like I said I can't help everyone! I can't walk you through everything sometimes you need to learn how to fight on your own!"

You started to throw punches yet he just stood there. You knew this did nothing to him but you didn't care. "I'm too weak! I'm too broken! I can't do this! I can't do this anymore!" You scream collapsing to the ground. Dean and Sam run in the room. "What the hell is happening in here?!" Dean shouts running over to you and holding you tightly. You look up at Chuck tears in your eyes. "Why?" You whisper barely audible. "Why is there so much.... pain?" You sob.

Chuck looked down at you softly with a sad expression and wiped his slightly bloody nose with his hand. "That is the point of humanity. You live, you love, you cry, you feel everything. I created you to feel so you can help each other survive. You are stronger than you know." He explains. You look up at him. "Help me stop the pain... please!" You beg. He gives you a softly smile and shakes his head. "You have Dean and Sam to help you past the pain. You are so strong. You are one of my many strongest creations." He smiles walking away. Sam let out a cough.

"I'm going to pick up some dinner for us." Sam says leaving the room and shutting the door. "Baby, are you okay?" Dean asks. You nod. "Yeah, I have you to help me get past my episode." You smile softly. Dean kisses your forehead. "I love you." Dean whispers as he helps you on the bed. "I love you too." You whisper back giving him a kiss and cuddle on the bed.

Chuck sits at the table writing on his laptop.

'He knew long ago he could have her heart but he let her go. He watches from afar grieving the love he could never truly have.'

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tydelwve · 6 years ago

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Wherever You Are {pt.8}

Characters: Calum x reader

Word Count: 2278

Warnings: angst

Summary: Aren’t parties supposed to be fun?

Beta(s): all mistakes are mine :)

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When you walked through the door of Luke’s house, you were immediately engulfed in a hug from Michael. You let out a small laugh, hugging him back.

Just Michael’s presence made you feel a little better about your current dilemma.

Michael had always been the voice of reason whenever you and Calum were in the midst of an argument.

Seeing him gave you hope for a new beginning. You just wondered if it would be with Calum.

“I’m so glad you decided to come!” Michael exclaimed, pulling you to follow him to the kitchen.

“Yeah, I had a change of heart all of a sudden,” you cleared your throat, thinking back to your interaction with Calum a few hours earlier.

He looked around to make sure that no one was around to hear both of you before he stated, “Calum told me earlier today about you guys. Nothing in detail, and I’m not going to ask any questions. I just want to make sure you know that he’s here, and he’s cranky. Just be careful around him, okay? If you need anything, I’m here for you.”

You nodded, softly thanking him for the heads up. You joined the rest of the party, noticing Calum’s eyes raking over you when you walked over to him and Luke to speak.

“Hey guys,” you softly smiled at the both of them, trying not to look at Calum too long.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you made it,” Luke pulled you into a hug.

You wrapped your arms around him as you lightly laughed. “Sorry about going MIA on you. I had some…” you quickly glanced at Calum, “...things going on.”

Calum looked down at his empty beer bottle, turning it in circles.

Luke was aware of the current tension between the two of you. It was hard not to be aware when it was about to choke him out.

He’d noticed the change in each of your demeanors for the past couple weeks and figured that the two of you were no longer a thing. Michael and Calum confirmed it only thirty minutes prior to you showing up.

“Hey, Y/N,” Calum finally spoke up, noticing that you were already wearing the charm necklace he gave you a few hours prior.

“Hey, Cal, how have you been?” you swallowed the lump in your throat.

He tapped his leg as he glanced down, responding, “I could be better. Just doing what I can to survive. How about you?”

Luke slowly backed away from the conversation, giving you space to hopefully figure out how to mend each of your broken hearts.

“I’m alive. That’s about the only thing I have going for me right now,” you confessed.

It took everything in Calum’s power not to pull you close to him.

You both stood there, feelings like strangers. Neither of you knew what to say or even how to say what you felt like the other needed to hear.

It dawned on Calum that you mentioned moving to Los Angeles soon.

“Aren’t you moving to Los Angeles soon? You were going to—“ Calum stopped, realizing that you were going to stay with him until you found an apartment of your own.

You looked down, wiping away the tears threatening to shed. “Still looking for an apartment.”

“I’m sorry,” Calum blurted, causing you to look up in confusion. His voice began to waver as he continued, “Maybe I should have invited you on tour more and this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe, if I was good enough for you, we wouldn’t be here right now. I just wish i could look at you the same, but right now—“ he paused, trying to regain his composure, “I can barely handle hearing your name or seeing you. I’m just going to go outside. Have a nice night, Y/N.” He hesitantly walked away, setting the beer bottle on the table, and shoving his hands in his pocket.

You stood there, trying to make sense of everything he said.

You tremendously screwed your relationship up and had no idea where to even start fixing it. You looked around, dumbfounded, hoping that no one heard Calum.

You slowly walked to the cooler, avoiding eye contact with everyone. You watched the tears fall to the ground as you put your hood on, reaching for a beer.

You stood there for a minute, drifting into your mind. Calum could barely look at you.

Your heart ached for him in ways you’d never felt before. You craved for him to look at you the way he once did— with adoration.

Now, the look he gave you was heart wrenching just like the words he spoke to you. It had only been a few weeks and it already started to feel like when you first met— awkward and forced.

If Calum wanted you here, why was he being so cold? Why wasn’t he trying to fix things?

You snapped out of your train of thought by yelling coming from outside. As you got closer to the door, you recognized Calum’s voice and saw Ashton through the glass door, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I fucking get it, Ash. You’re sorry. You hate that you slept with her. You can’t stand that fact that you’re part of the reason we aren’t together anymore. I get it. You feel guilty, and you just want me to tell you that it’s okay, and I forgive you. Sorry to burst your bubble, but that’s not going to happen. You single handedly destroyed my relationship with you and her. I never thought you would do this to me. I thought we were brothers, Ashton.”

Everyone fell silent at Calum’s outburst. Luke and Michael began to push through the crowd forming around the two, hoping that it wouldn’t get physical.

“We are brothers, Cal. I screwed up. I just don’t know how to fix it,” Ashton confessed.

Calum stalked over to Ashton, closing the space between them and spat, “You can fix it by staying out of my fucking face.” He turned to walk away, pausing to add, “You and Y/N deserve each other.”

Everyone watched as Calum walked back inside, bumping shoulders with you and headed out the front door.

All eyes feel on you as if you were supposed to know how to fix this. You felt exposed— vulnerable.

You slowly back away, mouthing an “I’m sorry” to Luke before running out to find Calum. Luke sighed and ran after you, catching you at the door.

“Let me go, Luke. I need to talk to him,” you spoke as tears rolled down your face.

“I will let you talk to him, but you need to pull it together and talk to Ashton first.”

“No! I’m not—“

“You need to clear the air with him. You both need to acknowledge it. Just have an understanding, okay?” Luke practically begged.

You nodded in agreement as Michael yelled, “Show’s over, people.”

Everyone besides you, Michael, Luke, and Ashton began to file out of Luke’s house.

You noticed Michael softly talking to Ashton and pointing at you as Luke steered you towards them.

“I’m going to find Calum. You guys just...figure it out?” Luke sighed, rubbing his temples.

You and Ashton nodded as Luke and Michael walked away to give you both space.

Ashton clear his throat as he started, “What we did was stupid. I shouldn’t have flirted with you, knowing how it would make Calum feel. I feel terrible for ruining your relationship with him and mine with him. If there was anyway I could fix it I would. I wish I could just go back to that day and just never go to that fucking bar.”

Ashton was willing to take full blame. After losing his best friend because of you, he still didn’t want to throw you under the bus. Why would he do that?

You felt bad for him. He was more worried about fixing your relationship with Calum than his own.

Any other guy would have thrown you under the bus as soon as they got a chance. Hell, Ashton had done that to other girls in the past before he matured. What made you different?

“Ash, why are you taking all the blame? We both were at fault here. Why are you trying so hard to clear my name and get Calum and I back together? Shouldn’t you be putting your friendship for the band’s sake first?” you tilted your head slightly, crossing your arms.

Ashton sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Maybe he should just rip the bandage off and tell you. He’d suppressed his feelings for so long that he forgot what it felt like to be this close to you with the opportunity.

Yet again, he found himself at a loss for words. He couldn’t explain how you made him feel or why he still felt this way after years of seeing you with Calum.

This was the first time that you and Calum weren’t together in any way and Ashton still felt like he’d betray every ounce of trust Calum had for him— again.

“Y/N...I’m in love with you. I know that I shouldn’t be, and I know that I have the worst timing in the world. It’s just—I guess I saw an opportunity in my slightly drunk state to be with you and went for it. My dumb decision costed you and Calum a relationship.”

“Ash—“ he cut you off, continuing to talk.

“I know that you don’t feel the same. Calum makes you happier than I could even attempt. I just want to makes things right so you can be happy. I just want you to be happy, Y/N.”

“I don’t even know what to say, Ashton. I am still in love with Calum, and I will always be in love with him. I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but for Calum’s sake, I think we should dial back for a bit. I hate to break your heart, but I don’t think I could see you in that way without feeling guilty for what I’ve done to Calum.”

“I understand,” he looked down, “I just wanted to get that out there. Good luck with Calum. I hope he gives you the happy ending you deserve.” He gives you a small smile, turning around to go back outside and drink a beer.

Michael hesitantly walked in the room and asked, “How’d it go?”

You shrugged and sighed, “I’d say it went pretty well besides the fact that Ashton told me that he’s in love with me.”

Michael coughed, taking a seat on the couch. “I can’t believe he actually had the balls to tell you. He’s been on that for years.”

“Years? Are you kidding me? Why didn’t anyone tell me? Did you guys bet on when he was going to tell me or something?”

Michael laughed, “No! No, we just never thought he would since you were with Calum. I’m surprised that you didn’t notice it sooner to be honest.”

“Can we not talk about how oblivious I seem to be and talk about why Calum stormed out?” You declared.

Michael nodded, not sure how to even bring up everything going on between Ashton and Calum.

The two weeks had been straining on the band. Calum wouldn’t go anywhere near Ashton or even say a word to him when they all hung out.

Calum would make small comments under his breath about anything Ashton would do.

Luke and Michael were stuck in the position where they couldn’t say anything without the possibility of making Calum angry or just making Ashton feel worse.

Last week, Calum and Ashton stopped showing up to every outing because they didn’t want to see each other.

Michal sighed, “It’s been tough for the band lately. I don’t even know if we’ll still be a band after tonight. Luke and I are trying our best to keep it together.”

“Michael, I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I never wanted to cause so many problems between you guys. What have I done?”

Your breaths became shallow as you thought about everything you’d ruined.

Your one mistake was about to cost the people closest to you their entire career. Yet, you were blindly focusing on your broken heart.

For once, Michael couldn’t help you with it.

It was all your fault.

You burst into tears, causing Michael to quickly get up and walk over to you. He pulled you into his chest as you continued to cry.

He rubbed soothing circles in your back as he nullified the apologies escaping your lips.

“I don’t think staying here and waiting for him is going to do you any good. You need to go home, Y/N,” Michael softly requested.

You profusely shook your head, “Calum won’t see me—he won’t talk to me if I leave.”

“We’ll get him to come and talk to you. Just go home and gather your thoughts. Take some deep breaths. I promise he will stop by,” he reassured you.

You agreed, hesitating before walking out the door and heading home.

After the short drive, you walked into your apartment and groaned at the mess. You grabbed a garbage, picking up the last four weeks off of the floor and hoped that Calum would stay one more night.

After a few hours of tidying up, you plopped onto the couch, racing through the thoughts in your mind.

Where did he go?

•••

Every night I almost call you just to say it always will be you

Wherever You Are

{nine}

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cutiepiepotatoes · 6 years ago

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Drunk on love yet?

Ivarxfemale!reader

Notes: I still don’t own any character and please forgive any possible error! Part two of “Freya’s herbs”, requested by captstefanbrandt : “SO CUTE!!! I’m begging for a part 2 where they’re friends then they love each other!” and also there is a part three coming up soon! I kinda got carried away once again (2500 words) but please enjoy anyways darlings! Feedbacks are always welcomed

Warning: Smut (please no under-18), cursing a bit and drunk people but nothing bad really

@feistybaby @mbaku-babygirl @the-writer-appreciation-blog @alicedopey @captstefanbrandt I tagged you all in case you wanted to read this too!

Heading to the edge of the cliff, you admired the sea and the clouds hidden behind the mountains, cold air touching your skin through the furs. The silence was calming and being alone, without anyone to glare at you was something rare these days. Since you and Ivar had decided to be friends, you were both more sarcastic than ever, but this time towards others because it makes laugh the other. You were terrible persons, yes. But at least now you were two. Just two days ago, you joined Ivar and Ubbe on their shooting practice, but you were too tired to practice yourself so you just watched them. Ivar was with his armor but his arms were visible and you saw his veins and muscles flexed when he took his axe, throwing with so much force you were almost drooling.

“Liking what you see, Y/N?” Ubbe caught you off guard, seeing you starring his brother. But, you weren’t going to be flustered in front of Ivar.

“Well yes, I mean he’s my husband after all. Why? You’re jealous Ubbe? Want me to stare at you too?”

This time it was him being flustered, and Ivar was smirking, admiring you with so much proud, but he decided to stay silent, looking at you straight in the eyes, both of you lost in the eye contact.

“Yes! Now, watch me dear sister-in-law, I’m going beat my little brother once again.”

But you had stop listening to him, lost in Ivar’s blue eyes.

“Oh! Y/N, I’m talking to you!”

“And do I get a bonus point if I act like I care?”

Ubbe wouldn’t have been that annoyed if it wasn’t for Ivar’s laugh, who almost fell back from his rock. His laugh was the sweetest thing to your ears, however you weren’t going to tell him that, of course.

““Your sarcasm won’t bring you anywhere in life Y/N!” this time Ivar had enough, and wanted to be alone with you so he replied before you.

“Well she’s kind of your Queen right now thanks to it so you sure about that, brother?”

That was it for Ubbe, he left angry and frustrated. You and Ivar spend the rest of practice together, befriending and even flirting at times, after all you had been the one saying you should be friends first.

You smiled at the memory, and started going back in town. Ivar would get worried if you stayed here too long alone. And you were even more than right, arriving at the docks, your husband was yelling at his brothers to run, search every house to find you.

“Ivar- “

“Shut up Hvitserk! She’s gone too long! We have to find her quickly!”

“But Ivar- “

“What if something happened to her, uh? I cannot lose her so find her now!”

Ivar was still out of breath from his outburst, and he was truly worried about you. He couldn’t lose you right now, you were too important to him, and he didn’t have the chance to tell you that. Lost in his worry, he jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and was about to break it from rage but, without even seeing the person, he immediately recognized your hand once he touched it. Turning around so fast you thought he would break his neck, his eyes were wide open, full of relief.

“Where were you?! I thought you were gone!”

“Ivar, don’t worry! I was admiring the sea. You know how much I miss raiding and travelling. Now everyone to the Great Hall, time for eating!”

Hvitserk left running, pushing everyone on the way. You all chuckled and started heading to the feast. Letting them go first, you put your hand once again on Ivar’s shoulder, preventing him from going.

“Ivar, please don’t worry about me. I know how to defend myself. I’m glad you care about me, my friend, but everything is fine.”

Taking your hand in his, Ivar sighed, knowing you were right.

“I know, but…I cannot help it, woman. I-I…”

You were waiting, hoping he would say what you really wanted to hear, squeezing his hand harder.

“Yes?”

“I’m hungry, friend, let’s go.”

“Oh, uh, yes.” you sighed, and winced a bit at his tone when he said “friend”.

Once in the Great Hall, you sat next to each other. It was a habit now, and you were both seeking the proximity of the other. However, apparently tonight Siggurd decided to annoy you both, being the little brat he always was with Ivar, turning your husband into one himself. But this time you weren’t going to let him win. And the amount of alcohol consumed during the evening by everyone wasn’t helping to calm and clear the heads. Between two hiccups, Siggurd talked in a low and raspy voice:

“So, did you know Ivar couldn’t please a woman, Y/N?”

Spitting your drink, you coughed, Ivar putting his hand on your back to calm you, an angry look on his reddish face.

“Excuse me, what?”

“I mean he tried, but…he just didn’t succeed if you know what I mean” smirking, Siggurd was really enjoying the anger forming on his brother’s features.

“Ohhh…Yes I get it, Siggurd. I totally understand.”

Shocked and hurt, Ivar was about to take his hand away from you but you quickly grabbed it, keeping it in your own.

“I get it, don’t worry Ivar, your brother is jealous because he heard us last night. Well, he heard me screaming your name. That’s why, right Siggurd?”

Silence fell upon the room, even Hvitserk almost chocked on his food. Seeing Ivar’s shocked face, you gently kicked him under the table. He immediatly got out of his trance, and smirked, playing along and nodding proudly at Siggurd’s disgusted face.

“You know, one day on a raid, an old local told me that what’s great about eating with your family is that you can always be yourself, because they will judge you no matter what you do. I’m sure you understand it Siggurd, right?”

Ivar was laughing hard and Siggurd was boiling on his seat, irritated and humiliated and completely wasted. Not knowing how to win the argument, Siggurd tried one last time.

“You only saying to brag about your languages skills! You’re a brag, just like Ivar! You do go well together, braggers!”

“Well, that’s right. I do have great skills in languages: I speak your language, English, Profanity, and Sarcasm. Now, since everyone have eaten and drink, all of you go home, Ivar and I are going to fuck like rabbits and I’m going to scream so loud Siggurd won’t be able to sleep all night long!”

You headed to your room, angry at Siggurd for humiliating your husband, but mostly for arousing yourself by even thinking of having sex with Ivar. None of you said anything about even acting romantically! Lost in your drunk thoughts, you didn’t heard Ivar joining you.

“Y/N?” crawling towards the bed, he motioned for you to sit next to him.

“Ivar, before you say anything, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to make Siggurd shut up and-and I was so angry at him, even if everyone were drunk, us first, I tried to stay calmed, but- “

“Y/N! Stop rambling!”

You nodded, head low, and let Ivar put his hands on your arm. He took your chin gently, turning your face to look at you in the eyes.

“I want to thank you, except my mother and Ubbe sometimes, no one has ever defended me like that. And I almost believed what you said, you know. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I wasn’t embarrassed or uncomfortable…”

Smiling, you placed your hand on his knee, knowing you were the only one he let touching his legs.

“It could be true you know.”

“What could be true, wifey?”

The surname made you laugh a bit, Ivar took this habit one month ago and you secretly liked it so you let him.

“You know…What I said about…us. At night…”

Ivar took his hand away, and rolled out of bed. Saying you were hurt was an understatement, you were devasted. How you could be so stupid? Of course he only wanted to be friend! At first he wasn’t but now, with you precising every time you both were only friends, he learn to only see as a friend! You made him scared and now he was going to avoid you and- everything went blank in your mind when you saw him undressing, chest naked, muscles and abs out. Mouth opened, eyes wide and heart pounding in your chest, not a sound came out from you.

“Well, you can say something you know wifey”

“Uhhh…But…you just stepped away from me!”

“What? No! I stepped away to take off my armor without knocking you, woman!”

“Oh”

Chuckling at your behavior, Ivar put his hand on your waist and made you get up in front og him. He then slowly caressed your side, going up to your shoulder and gently taking off your dress. He looked at you, worried he would hurt you.

“Is this okay?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course it is!”

He chuckled once more, and you bent down taking his face in your hands.

“You are adorable wifey, especially when you’re drunk and sleepy”

“And horny”

You both laughed, your moves slow and clumsy. Naked, you sat on top of Ivar, straddling him, kissing him passionately. He squeezed your butt, making you moan in the kiss. Ivar pulled away to gaze at you, a huge drunk-ish but honest smile on your faces. You shifted in his lap again, feeling his growing erection underneath you. How could the episode with that slave happened? You heard about it of course, Ivar even told about it himself, wanting to be honest with you. But deeply you always thought it was bad because none of them really wanted it. Taking you out your mind, he kissed you again as you started grinding down on his lap, moaning at the friction, and wanting more.

Breaking the kiss, he started caressing you, going lower and lower. But you stopped his hand, you kissed and sucked his neck, moving down his chest. Kissing and licking, and biting. You stopped at the waist. He moaned and moved his hips, wanting you to continue. You stroked his erection with your fingers, leaned over and kissed the tip. Then swirled the precum around with your tongue. He reclined back on his elbows, excited for what was coming.

But you had another idea in mind. You stopped abruptly and sat up.

“You know,” You began, playing with his cock, swirling your thumb around the tip. “You owe me an apology.”

He groaned.

“What?”

“Well I thought you weren’t going to like me because I insisted on being friends first and I noticed how much it pained you. But then I apologized, and you still made me scared just earlier”

“That was on you! You were the one misunderstanding!”

“Yes but I still got scared!”

You climbed back on top of him. He could feel your heat and wetness and wanted to be inside you. He moved his hips trying to navigate towards your entrance.

“Just apologize and you can have it.”

With another groan he flipped you over on your back. He knew you enough, after all these months getting closer to you, to know that you weren’t going to let this go, mostly to play with him.

Sliding down your body, he spread your legs and began kissing up your thighs repeating “I’m sorry” between each kiss.

When he reached your heated core, he licked up your wet slit, causing you to squirm. You bucked your hips up towards his face wanting him to continue. He placed your thighs on his shoulders, pushing them up, and latched onto your clit. Sucking on it, he caused you to moan loudly. He slid a finger inside you, finding that spot deep inside his brothers told him about and hitting it.

“Ohhhhh Fuck! Ivar!” You yelled, as you came for the first time. You knew Ivar was good at it, you were sure of it and now you just had the proof, well you just felt it actually.

He crawled back up your body and lined himself up at your entrance. Suddenly he slid inside you in one thrust, your combined moan of relief sounded like a harmony.

“Am I forgiven yet?”

You nodded, out of breath.

“Nah-uh, wifey, use your words.”

“Yes, Ivar, I forgive you!” You moaned, trying to move underneath him to create friction. But he was blocking with his large chest glued to yours, enjoying you in this state, empowering you.

“Good.” And he began moving in and out of you roughly.

He hooked one thigh over his arm and started moving faster.

“You feel so good,Y/N. So so good.”

“I-Ivar! You’re so good, I-I’m close!”

So was he. He picked up the pace. Letting your leg go and leaning forward on his arms, face in your neck and mind lost in your sent. Reaching between the two of you he rubbed your clit; still sensitive from your first orgasm, which sent you over the edge.

Ivar was not too far behind you. Spilling inside of you, he collapsed on top of you. After catching a bit of his breath, he kissed you and then rolled off. He wrapped his arms around you, ready to drift off to sleep. Drunk on alcohol and orgasms, you both cuddled, which actually felt great.

“Ivar?”

“Yeah?”

“You know, I was thinking and…”

“What is it?” he asked sleepily.

“Maybe it’s time to go beyond the friend thing, no?”

This time he just laughed and kissed your shoulder.

“I think so, yes. But let’s talk about it tomorrow, you know during the first meal…”

You didn’t say anything, thinking. Looking up at him from his chest, you stared and he did too.

“You just want to see Siggurd’s reaction, don’t you?”

“Yes. Can we?”

“Sure, you know I love bragging to him.”

“And…also because I want to officially show we belong to each other.”

You could feel his breath on your face, his hands caressing your cheeks, looking deep in your big wide-open eyes.

“You look so fucking amazing, I can’t believe how beautiful you are Y/N.”

“Y-you want what?” you didn’t believe your ears, was he really telling you that he wanted to be with you, for real, not in a dream made by Freya?

“I’m falling in love with you.”

“Really?”

“Of course, silly. And I know you do too, the seer told me.” He quickly added, smirking amused at your confused little face.

“I-I am, yes.”

“Can I kiss you properly now?”

You didn’t even bother to answer, straddling once again and kissing him, but this time with love and tenderness. You pulled away, gazing in his glassy eyes.

“Do you think because we drank we would remember this tomorrow? Because we’re soooo wasted in alcohol”

“Nope, just drunk on you.”

You let out a small giggle and leaned in for a goodnight kiss, feeling at peace.

#ivar #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #vikings ivar #ivar lothbrok #imagine #ivar imagine #ivar oneshot #ivar smut #vikings imagine #vikings smut #vikings one shot #vikings #ivar fanfic

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aala-13jellychocolate · 6 years ago

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THEY NEVER KNOW (Chapter Ten)

This GIF is not mine........

Author’s note: This is my first time writing, so I hope you all will forgive my mistake and grammar too.

This story has taken little inspiration from Sehun web story “ Dokgo Rewind”.

Pairing: Sehun x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Mature, Language (sometime will be there), Violence, Smut, Crime au, College au

-Y/N P.O.V-

The point you woke up in the morning severe headache appear, it has been second time getting drunk however last time Sehyun provided hangover care in bed. Next morning he misses college lecture to take care of you and when you felt better gives you a great amount of scolding.

You groan while getting up from the bed, went inside the kitchen, drinking a glass of water to ease you a bit while trying to recollect last night. You remember some of the things but not clearly, you recall ‘Handsome Stranger’ then Sehyun carry you home, it made you smile but then you recall Sehun. You kissed Sehun, water coke inside your throat, you started to cough and tries to understand what happened. Nothing was clear, he was Sehyun then he became his brother, well Sehun was dead for sure so it was a dream but why were you dreaming about Sehun, or he was Sehyun but you imagine Sehun, or it was alcohol filled mind was playing tricks. You and Sehyun many times have meaninglessly talked about, how will you end up with his brother if he ever leaves you maybe that was affected your brain.

You push all unwanted intrusive thought. You saw your phone, the message from Myung saying today double a shift for yesterday holiday, you huff if he would have told you about the double shift, you wouldn't have taken it. You took a painkiller and got ready for the busy day ahead.

Halfway through to the afternoon you started to feel exhausted, you didn’t get enough amount rest and you were angry on Myung for tricking you. When you confront him, he said 'If he would have told you, you would have never got agreed’ he also drop a bomb by saying he is leaving the part-time job as he going to start working in his father firm. In the late evening, thankfully seeing both of your stress states, your boss let two of you go. Mishil comes and asks you have dinner with her because she was alone tonight, her parent was out on the date and Myung is going for dinner with his parent, you don't have any will to go but she got you agreed. Now you were absolutely exhausted with everything, you did complete your routine but in the back of your mind, last night was running still you cannot understand it was dream or reality.

She took you to a small self-service cafe, as entries once again you saw Sehyun with ‘that girl’ You try to convince Mishil to go somewhere else but refuse and start begging to have pizza here as it was her favorite place, at the end you agreed. We both go to counter while Mishil order food, Sehyun comes and stand beside you, too close. Your breath started to shatter feeling him close but when your turn around to see him, his expression was like ‘I don’t know you’ even though he was close but he ignores you, it made you a little angry. Why he is close when he wants to ignore? You want to ask him about last night, did he had to drop you home or you were dreaming? And kiss, did he kiss you. Stop it Y/N you cannot tell about it, it is ignominious to say you dream about kissing his dead brother.

Mishil calls bringing out of your through, she gives Sehyun space to go forward while handing you the food tray she asks “You know it is not right to take a guy home but then fall into sleep” You give her questionable look “The guy you took home, he came back to the club. When we ask about you, he said he drops you home, into your bed and how immediately you fall asleep. He also added you were too drunk for doing anything” So 'Handsome Stranger' was not a dream and he drops you home so it means, you dream about whole 'Sehyun and Sehun' thing. Well, you don’t feel guilty about falling asleep but kissing Sehun.

You and Mishil settle down in the middle of the cafe, your eyes were on Sehyun, who was just front of your eyes with that girl but soon your mind drift back last night, you were dreaming about Sehyun it was okay however dirty to dream about kissing your love dead brother, unconsciously you loudly shout “Dirty” the whole cafe looks toward you, you said sorry to everyone and ask them to resume. You take one look toward Sehyun, you see him laughing silently, your friend stole your attention “What is wrong with you? ‘Dirty’ this is the cleanest cafe” You said her sorry as you were trying to hide your embarrassment. You both start eating but your mind suck at your last night dream and your eyes were, again and again, going toward Sehyun, it was making you angry plus a little jealous seeing him and ‘that girl’ talking peacefully with each other, it takes you're eating ability away, you hardly remember going on a date with him but with this girl he roaming without any concern. Why he was not like this with you?

When you couldn’t take anymore, you got up and told your friend you are going to the washroom. You got inside the small washroom, lean on the wash basin and close your eyes pushing tear away. Suddenly Sehyun voice made you jump “What were you thinking about? What is so ‘Dirty’?” Your eye grown wide seeing him, you shutter seeing him though mirror "H-H-How did you come inside?" You wanted to say 'dare' but 'did' come out. He laughs and said, "From the door" he gives you a typical answer like always. If you ever cross with him in public and you go a little private place (well basically asking him to come after you) he quietly follows you to steal a few moments. But today it was different, he is here with another girl, you turn around and ask "What do you want with me?" he didn't answer. You scoff, rolled your eyes and try to pass him go toward exit but he gives you a back hug to stop you and said "Answer me. What is so ‘Dirty'?” You were feeling guilty, you cannot tell about your dream kissing his dead brother, in a small voice you said "Nothing" he didn't say anything just keep your warp in his arm as you let yourself melting in his touch.

After a while you realize what are you doing, you were in the cafe small washroom, in the arms of your ex-boyfriend and maybe 'that girl' is his girlfriend who is just outside. It made you angry how shamelessly Sehyun is holding you after everything at the same time you didn't want this moment to go away. Also, one more thing cross your mind, he must be holding her like this. You unwrap yourself and said with rage "What you think you are doing? You are here with me just a few meters away 'that girl' is. You cheated on me then said all of that happen because of my fault and now you are behaving like nothing happen, like you still love" while saying, you push him till he back the hint wash basin, he caught your waist while you hitting on his shoulder as you said in cracking voice "I cannot hate even after everything I still love you but seem like you're making fun of me. Why are you doing this? Why didn't you come after me to say sorry or like always without a word just stayed beside me? Why do you feel like the same but yet so different? Why?" Your emotion took over the rage, you were about to cry, your hand was still lightly hitting him and he let you. When you stop, he pulls you in a hug and said "I'm sorry. I cannot tell you anything actually I'm being coward. You feel different right? then please finger out why it is different. Please" you cannot understand what he was saying. He pulls you closer, you hear his heartbeat which you have missed a lot, you got lost in the moment. He speaks again "Y/N I don't sleep with her. It was a lie. That day, unnecessarily I become angry and the word just come out of my mouth" you looked into his eyes to see and understand if he was telling to truth. When it was confirmed he was, you free yourself and again slap him like the last time "What the hell you mean by it? You lie, who lie like this and put someone in this kind of hell. Oh God, do you have any idea how I been in the last two months, I was actually blaming myself for every and finding the ways to say sorry" He caught you both hands again "I'm sorry. Listen to me. Please, I'm sorry. I know how you been, many times from far away I looked at you going home from work" your month got open wide as you ask "You were stalking me?" He cups your face, you looked into his eye as he said "I was craving to see you but didn't know how to approach you after everything. Trust me I have also spent these two months the same as you. Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore. I love you" He leaned closer to kiss you.

The bathroom door gets open and your friend said "Are you kidding me? Do you know how long you have been inside? Wow, you found a guy in cafe" You said looking through the mirror "It is not what it looks like" Mishil scorn and said "Really? the position which you are in says everything. Anyways I had made them pack your remaining food and I'm leaving are you coming? You can stay if you want" her expression was dreadful but wink. You unwrap from Sehyun hold, turn and said "Wait I'm coming" Sehyun caught your hand and say to Mishil "Give us more five minutes" she nodded and left closing the door. You turn toward Sehyun, it was unlikely he never caught your hands in front of known people and he also said one whole sentence to your friend. In a flat voice, you ask "What?" He pouts and said "I just want to talk with you" you free yourself again and said "There is nothing left to talk about" He gives small smile and said "Let sit somewhere and talk" you didn't answer, free yourself and run out of the bathroom.

You left the cafe with your friend, she was a little upset from making her eat alone even after going with her but somehow to handle her. At home you think about everything, you were overwhelmed with every emotion. You give you peace he never cheated and still love you but at the same time give you conflict he could lie like this. He asks you to trust him but how could you do that when he says lies like this. Besides the reason but other things were still the same, new pain replacing your old one but at least not increasing.

-Sehun P.O.V-

After that night I was thinking about how to approach Y/N again, meeting her means to deal with one of the two problems, one if she remembers everything it means I have to deal with anger and two if don't remember, I have to keep meeting her some of how and every time give her a hint about me. Sooner she comes to know 'I'm Sehun' better it be.

Soon I have the deal with money crisis, my parents saving was there but it won't help for long. My college expenses were not there but daily needed to be taken care of, inspire with Y/N lifestyle, I was finding a job.

To take my mind away for my problem, like a good friend Yuna took me to have pizza. Just by my luck I saw Y/n there, seeing me here she wanted to run away (it meant she don't remember) but her friend doesn't let her. Whenever I get chance I tease her a bit from far away. When I saw her going inside the bathroom, I took my chance to talk with her. Everything was okay but again with unexpected honesty, I said her 'No cheating happen' it made her angry and upset at the same time. And I had my second slap, I deserve it. The way she left now I have to find a different approach her.

A few days passed and something inside my college was changing. According to Jinwoo and Teayong information Jaehyun gang is loading a huge quantity of drugs to hide inside college then it is going to send to local mafia, I don't want to be part of it. Seem like they trust me, thinking I'm no harm. But time is running I still haven't clue about my brother murderer to identify them, I have to do something to get their attention and then to understand their weakness and strength before real action.

I went to see Yuna in her art department in front of Jaehyun to make it looks like I have some private moment with her. For some reason Jaehyun still keeping his eye on me once in a while. I took Yuna to the rooftop and ask if she remembers the plan properly when she confirms, I move. My plan was simple, I will destroy some of those drugs and it will create a problem for Jaehyun. My plan was to create a little suspicious for me and just by luck, something went wrong or thing overemphasize still I will still be able to get out of it.

From the pipeline connecting to the rooftop, I got down on the 3rd floor, our college building was only five storage it made it easy, from the window I entry storeroom, in the corner of the room there was four boxes. I check it when I made sure it was drugs. I gather all the fireable product, place it all over drugs boxes and with the help of cigarette lighter, burn it. Even if drugs don't get burnt completely it was okay until it severe my propose, I deliberately made it messy. Again, with the help of the pipeline, I got back to the rooftop and wink to Yuna saying the mission completed.

In hand in hand, I got down with her, in front of Jaehyun I said her bye and go back to my class. He comes after me then someone comes and informs about the fire, he looked at me once then run away, I hide my smirk by looking down on the book soon everyone was asked to go home because of the fire.

Next few days Jaehyun was so busy with everything. Well, only one box was burned but enough to get Jaehyun gang in trouble. I saw a few other gang people coming and meet Jaehyun and if I'm not wrong, they must be from Wang Gang. I also come to now they had a fight with Choi gang it made me happy, just one box of the drug has created a huge ruckus and I was eagerly waiting for Jeahyun exertion toward me. Another good news was I got a part-time job and lucky where Y/N works. It will be a shocker for Y/N but it will give me a little amount of time with her while working and it will also help me to show her I'm not her Sehyun.

On Monday after college, I went to the store (it was like a small homemade product franchise store). Y/N saw me and her reaction was the same as I expedited, she angrily said "What are you doing here?" I was about to laugh but our Boss comes from my behind, put one hand on my shoulder and said to her "He is the replacement for Myung. From now on he will work with you" She got stock still and I just smirk and wink toward her.

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crystal-siren · 6 years ago

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Knowledge (Dad!Tony x Reader + Loki x Reader) Pt. 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

@dovies666 @mymourningtea @parkerrpeterr @desdestiny @blackmaylovesfries @m4shtyx @bry-97 @1800-fight-me @sapphire1727 @twerkinglucifer

I’ve never known a joy more elegant or effortless than the one I have found with you. Our energy is infectious, the chemistry is wild, and your crazy and my crazy are perfectly aligned. I am positively convinced we were written in the stars, and if not, I will carve our names into the sky myself. ~ Beau Taplin // In The Stars

It got worse at night.

Many times he had wished for a dreamless sleep. For nights when her limp form would not float suspended before his eyes. At night she spoke. She spoke of things that had never happened and could never be. Her fragile mortality had made sure of that.

He wished he did not know what her voice sounded like. Or the colour of her eyes and how they lit up when she smiled, or even the artificial colour of her hair. Everything that made her who she was. Everything that made her unique and different from the others of her race. Her acceptance of him and her willingness to let him prove himself.

He wished he had never met her, or laid eyes on her. That she had never spoken to him. That she had not been so curious. He wished for once, that she had followed the rules.

He knew that all the wishing in the universe would not change the way things had gone. Even with his magic, as powerful as it was, he could not change the past.

The pain that came from being denied his birthright was dulled in comparison to this. The loneliness and isolation was only magnified by the knowledge that he would never see her again. That he would never again be greeted by that warm smile that spoke of second chances and forgiveness. None of which he had earned, not in the least.

Nights were the worst.

He had not laid eyes on the moon or the stars for two years now. The same moon and stars she would have looked at each night. Now he only saw them in his dreams.

The promise she had made. The promise to find him. It would haunt him for the rest of his miserable life. She had condemned herself when she made that promise.

“I didn’t know I had a heart,” he murmured, “at least, not until I lost you.” Looking up, he saw her standing right in front of him. She reached out and gently lay a hand on his cheek. Her touch was a light as the ghost she had become.

~ ~ ~

Blood splattered on the stone as she held it. The amount that came whenever she coughed had only increased.

With clammy hands, Y/N clutched the stone. It was even more beautiful than all those authors and scholars had described it. Smiling slightly, she wiped the blood off the smooth surface, “I’ve finally found you,” she murmured. “Now I just need to figure out how to use you.”

Nikolas had left a hour before to find a doctor that would be willing to treat her. Y/N had read about this illness in the past and she knew what awaited her should no help come. She prayed to whomever might be listening that her cousin would find someone.

Pushing herself up into a standing position, Y/N moved to stand by the window and leaned against the cold stone of the window-frame. Her tired eyes were reflected in the glass. As they looked back at her, they changed from the e/c of her eyes, to the emerald green of his. Her purple, trembling lips morphed into his. Reaching out with a trembling hand, she lay her hand on the cold glass, “not long now,” she murmured before closing her weary eyes.

That was how Nikolas found her.

Panic coursed through him. Rushing to her side, Nikolas immediately felt for a pulse and thanked the stars when he found one. A weak one, but one nonetheless. Pulling her close, he lifted her away from the window. “Come on, let’s get you warm.” He seated her by the fire and draped a blanket around her still form.

The doctor he had brought approached her and knelt before her.

“Well?” Nikolas questioned, eager to know whether or not his suspicions were about to be proved correct or false. He hoped it was the latter.

After examining her pulse and lungs, the doctor stood and faced the young man. “I am afraid it is what you feared.” He glanced back at Y/N, who’s eyes were still closed, her breathing shallow. “Your friend has Pneumonia.”

This was one the few times that Nikolas had hoped he was wrong. “Is it very serious?” His blue eyes darted over the doctor’s features, silently begging. He needed to know as much as possible.

The doctor nodded gravely. “Your friend has a very advanced stage of the illness.”

“Advanced?” Nikolas hoped he wasn’t hearing what he thought he was. “Will she die?”

“Under constant care,” the doctor explained, “she has a very high chance of surviving. But I do believe it would be better if she were to be admitted to a hospital. There she would receive all the right treatments and care.”

Nikolas shook his head. “I tried convincing her, but she is too stubborn. She will not let me take her.”

The doctor was confused. “But surely she is aware of her situation?”

Her cousin nodded. “She knew before I did.”

“Then why?” The doctor pressed.

“Because,” Nikolas paused, thinking of how best to phrase it. “She is uncomfortable with public spaces.” That was one way to put it. Nikolas wasn’t entirely sure whether or not the doctor knew who his cousin was. “Can she be treated here?”

The doctor paused before answering. “It is possible, but the chances of her survival may be reduced.”

“Nevertheless,” Nikolas said, “it is possible. Anything that I need to do to ensure her well being, I will happily do it.”

The doctor nodded thoughtfully. “She cannot be allowed to lie down and she must drunk plenty of fluids.”

Nikolas nodded thoughtfully. “Why isn’t she allowed to lie down? Surely she needs rest?”

“Yes,” the doctor explained, “she does. But if she were to lie down, the fluid that is in her lungs will pool and she will drown.”

Her cousin nodded in understanding.

“I admire your efforts and determination, young man,” the doctor continued, “but I would still recommend admitting her. As I mentioned before, the illness is very advanced. If we are not careful and vigilant in our care, she will die.”

That was a reality that Nikolas did not want to face. “I will not allow that to happen. I can promise you that.”

~ ~ ~

“Any word?” Tony asked Natasha as soon as he entered the room.

The Russian shook her head, “not yet. But we’ll find her, Tony. I assure you.”

Nodding wordlessly, he walked over to one of the large floor-to-ceiling windows and sighed heavily. Endless possibilities ran through his mind. Numerous situations that she could be in.

“Do you have any ideas of where they might have gone?” Clint’s question broke through his train of thought.

Tony shook his head. “Y/N never really traveled before she went to college. Home was always her favourite place. She stayed there as much as she could.” A small smile accompanied the fond memories.

“This Nikolas, does he travel often?”

Tony thought for a while before nodding. “He never really stays in one place for too long. Except when he’s in the Capital, then he’s there for often months at a time. He stays with his mother.”

The two agents nodded and glanced at each other thoughtfully. So far the FSB had hit the same dead-ends as they had.

Silence stretched between the group as they each thought of where the pair could possibly be. This silence was interrupted by the Director.

“Y’all gonna want to see this,” he stated, walking into the room with an analyst trailing after him.

Curious, the group assembled around him. In turn, Fury held up a folder. “We’ve got her.” Was all he said. They all noticed, however, that his tone was not as triumphant as it should have been.

“Well?” Steve questioned, confused. “This is good news isn’t it?”

The Director nodded and glanced at Tony. “It is and it isn’t.”

“Why are you looking at me like that for?”

“Because,” Fury paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “We found her through the medical system.”

Now it was Tony’s turn to be confused. “The medical system? Y/N’s not even on it.”

Fury nodded. “Now she is. A doctor was called out by her cousin to diagnose her.”

“Diagnose her?” Tony repeated in shock, “with what?”

This was the part that the Director had been dreading. “Pneumonia.”

At this, Tony felt all the blood drain from his face. “I’m sorry, what?” He didn’t want to believe what he had just heard.

“How serious is it?” Bruce asked, curious and shocked, as were the rest of the Avengers.

“Very,” Fury explained. “The doctor spoke to our contact. She is at a very advanced stage. Apparently she refused to be treated at a hospital.”

“She didn’t want us to find her,” Tony finished the sentence in a whisper. This couldn’t be happening.

“I wonder why she hasn’t used the stone yet,” Clint wondered out-loud and Natasha nodded in agreement.

“The important thing is that she hasn’t yet,” Steve replied and glanced at Tony, then at the Director. “Do we know where she is?”

Fury nodded, “these photographs were taken just a few days ago.” He opened the folder and laid out a number of photos taken from security footage.

Nikolas could clearly be seen in each of them, but there was no sign of Y/N.

Tony did not recognise any of the surroundings, but it seemed that Clint did.

“Austria,” he stated. “Just outside of Vienna.”

“How far?” Steve asked.

“About three hours,” Clint replied, “there is a small town. Although, if she were to be taken to a hospital, it’d be the Capital.”

~ ~ ~

“Your Majesty!”

Frigga stopped just outside the entrance to the dungeons and turned around. “Yes?”

“The Allfather wishes to speak with you.”

Of course he does, Frigga thought to herself. To the servant, she replied with a smile, “I will be there presently.”

She turned to continue down the stairs to the entrance when the servant once again stopped her. “He requested your immediate presence, Your Majesty. I’m sorry.”

Facing the servant, the Queen nodded. “It is not your fault. But I suppose not even his wife can keep him waiting.” Casting a glance behind her, Frigga followed the servant to the throne room.

Odin waited for her and turned towards her as she entered. “You were visiting the prisoner?”

Frigga lifted her chin and nodded. “I was about to visit our son, yes.”

“He does not deserve your kindness.”

“On the contrary,” Frigga replied, “he needs it now more than ever before.”

“Why do you say that?” Odin questioned. Whether he was genuinely curious or not, she would never know.

“He has suffered a great loss,” the Queen explained. “It is my duty as a mother to comfort and support him.”

“You are not his mother,” Odin reminded her.

Frigga nodded stiffly. “Of that, I am aware. I know I did not birth him. But I am more his mother than the one that did. He was abandoned and left to die, as you well know. But need I remind you that it was you who brought him here? We are as much to blame for his mistakes as he is.”

Odin did not reply right away. His wife did not challenge him often, but when she did, she became a formidable opponent. Her love for their younger son was evident in the way she defended him, even now, after everything he had done.

“What is this loss you speak of?”

Frigga wasn’t sure whether or not she should answer that. In the end, she answered with the truth. “He lost the one he loved.” She decided then and there that she would not reveal the whole truth to him, even if he was the Allfather.

~ ~ ~

When Y/N woke, she was greeted with the sight of her cousin fast asleep on the ground beside her.

Smiling, she reached down and gently patted his head. “Nikolas?” Her voice was a little hoarse and her throat was very dry. When he didn’t respond, she hugged the blanket closer and pushed herself off the chair and walked on shaky legs to where she had left a bottle of water.

Feeling the cold liquid roll down her throat was one of the best feelings and she sighed happily and didn’t stop drinking until the bottle was empty. Setting the bottle down, she walked back her chair and eased herself down. Looking around, she saw the stone lying on the mantle.

Taking a series of deep breaths despite the pain, she got up and retrieved the stone. Feeling a coughing fit coming on, she covered her mouth with her bandaged hand. Not wanting to wake her cousin, Y/N tried to internalise the coughing and minimise the sound.

This resulted in a difficulty breathing.

Nikolas woke to the sounds of her gasping for breath while covering her mouth with her bandaged hand. The blood from the coughs had seeped through onto the material that covered her hand. Y/N’s shoulders were heaving with the effort.

“Y/N?”

The sound of her name drew her eyes to the concerned ones of her cousin. Dropping her hand, Y/N forced a smile, a small trace of blood on her purple lips. “Yes?”

“What were you trying to do?”

“I had to cough, but I didn’t want to wake you,” a weak smile followed her words.

Nikolas was taken aback by her statement. Even now, as sick as she was, she was still thinking of others. “I see you found the stone?” He smirked and looked at the object in her hands.

Y/N nodded. “I want to use it, Nikolas. But I do not exactly know how.”

“You don’t know?” Her cousin exclaimed, surprised. “You went all this way, did all that research but you don’t know how it works?”

“I know how it works,” she admitted, “just not how I’ll get it to work. Do I just ask it to open a portal to a realm of my choosing ?” She shrugged her now-thin shoulders, “or do I have to do some incantation of some kind? I have no idea.”

“You know,” Nikolas knelt down in front of her and took both of her hands in his. “Sometimes it is the simplest option that is the correct one.”

“You really think so?”

Nikolas nodded and made to answer when there was a knock on the door. Casting a confused glance at his cousin, he got up and went to see who it was. The doctor wasn’t due for another few days.

Upon opening the door, he was greeted with faces he wished he didn’t know. “Hello uncle.”

His words startled Y/N. Mustering enough strength to stand, she joined her cousin. Sure enough, her father and his companions stood on the other side.

Tony was shocked to see her. She had changed so much. Her once rosy cheeks were pale and sunken and her lips were a deep shade of purple. Even her beautiful e/c eyes weren’t as clear as they used to be.

“Dad?” Even her voice sounded different. “Wh- what are you doing here?” A slight breeze made her hug the blanket just a little tighter around her shoulders.

“I’ve come to take you home, sweetie.” Tony stepped forward but stopped when he saw the blood on her lips and the blue tinge of her nailbeds.

Y/N shook her head. “I’m no- not going anywhere with you.” Holding up the stone, she smiled as best she could despite the pain in her chest. “I have the stone, you all know what it do-does.”

Tony nodded wordlessly.

“I don’t wanna fight with you Dad,” she smiled sadly and coughed, covering her mouth with her bandaged hand. Recovering, she met his worried gaze.

“Please don’t do this Y/N,” Tony tried to reason with her as gently as he could. “You’re not well and in no fit state to travel.”

A spark of determination lit up her eyes. “You’re ri- right, I’m not well. But I’ll be damned if that stops me from keeping the promise I made.”

“You could die!” Tony all but shouted, desperate for her to understand her situation.

“I know,” she murmured, “but if I see him before that happens, I will die a happy woman.”

Tony could not believe what he was hearing. He watched in confused silence as Y/N passed the stone to her cousin and nodded to him.

“The simplest option,” she whispered to him. Nikolas nodded. He knew enough to know where she wanted to go.

To be continued...

Part 7

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zzaehyunzz · 7 years ago

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waking up beside jaehyun

Jung Jaehyun x Reader Genre: fluff, angst Word count: 1908

a/n: It’s my first time writing a fic after some time. I was really into writing fanfics back in 2011-12 but I stopped. This is the first one after 6 years so… forgive me if it isn’t up to standard.

Light streamed through the darkness and you frowned. You turned away from the light and tried to fall back asleep. Pulling the blanket over your shoulders, you snuggled into the warm pil… Oh? Your nose and lips weren’t pressed into your pillow like you expected. It felt like… skin. Like someone else’s body.

You opened your eyes immediately and gasped. A very wide and very naked back was right there. Fuck. Suddenly conscious, your eyes snapped back to your own body. “Shit,” you cussed. You were just as naked. You were about to jump out of bed when you looked around and realised that it wasn’t your room. You were in… Johnny’s room? “The fuck?” you muttered as you got out of the bed.

What is going on? Why the fuck am I in Johnny’s room?

You rushed to the closet, picking up your underwear on the ground along the way. Swiftly, you put on your underwear and a white shirt that you had grabbed from the closet. Carefully, you took a deep breath as you inched closer to the sleeping form. You didn’t have on your lenses and everything looked blurry. You knelt in front and peered at the boy. Half of his face was smashed into the pillow.

Please don’t let it be Johnny. Please don’t let it be Johnny. Please don’t- Suddenly, he turned over and you had a clear full-frontal view of his face. His… very handsome face. The face you always thought about. The face you had a crush on. The face that- Oh fuck. Snapping out of it, you slapped your forehead. This wasn’t the time to swoon over your bed-mate. You slept with Johnny’s best friend, Jung fucking Jaehyun.

Johnny is going to kill me. And if Johnny doesn’t kill me, this hangover will. You sighed deeply knowing you were in deep ass trouble.

Jaehyun’s breathing changed. He breathed in deeply, popping an eye open and he sleepily propped himself up on his elbows. He squinted at the sun streaming in from the window as he cleared his dry throat, not once looking over at you.

Unable to wait, you coughed awkwardly. His head turned immediately and his eyes laid on you in shock. “Ah, you scared me, y/n!”

“Jaehyun…”

“My head is spinning,” he groaned, sitting up. The blanket fell to his hips as he held his head in his hands. You caught a peek of his manhood and you blinked away immediately.

“Er, Jaehyun, do you want to, erm, maybe put on some pants?” you stuttered.

“What?” he asked. Looking up at you, you pointed at his manhood and he choked. “Oh, my god. Sorry. I didn’t know I was naked. Sorry.” You grabbed a pair of pants on the ground and threw them to him. He quickly pulled on his pants under the blanket, his eyes on you the entire time. “Wait… Are you wearing my shirt?”

“I think so?” you mumbled.

“Why?” he asked as his eyes scanned your body. Suddenly, he gasped lightly then he went silent. His eyes shot back and forth. “Did we…? Last night...” His eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but nod.

“We were drunk,” you started. “And, uhm… it just happened, I guess.” Lies. It didn’t just happen. You were drunk but you knew you kissed him first. You couldn’t remember how it progressed but you had started it.

Silence filled the room, the tension rising. You didn’t know what to say. You were awkward and it was obvious that the feeling was mutual. He licked his dry lips and cleared his throat. “Why don’t we wash up first then we’ll talk, okay?”

You didn’t want to talk. You wanted to run and hide. But you nodded.

“You can use the bathroom here, I’ll use the one outside.” He got up and left the room after picking out some clothes and you made a beeline to the en-suite bathroom.

Why did I kiss him first? Why did he kiss me back? Now, what am I going to tell Johnny? How am I going to face Jaehyun later? Or ever? I hate this. Oh God. I hate this so much.

Johnny was your best friend and the only rule the both of you had was that friends were off-limits. You crossed the line and you groaned, thinking of how you were going to explain to Johnny. Your head was pounding and you desperately needed a shower.

After the calming shower that took twenty minutes, you walked out the room to see that food was already on the table. “I made some soup and rice for breakfast,” Jaehyun said. “Sit down.”

Awkwardly, you sat down. “Thank you,” you murmured. He sat opposite you and the both of you dug in, absentmindedly. You didn’t know what to talk about and he was equally stumped.

A few pregnant minutes passed before he started.

“Last night…”

“Was nothing to worry about,” you quickly finished. You looked up at him and his brows were raised. “Really. Don’t worry about it.”

“What?” His face hardened and you sighed.

“Let’s just pretend last night never happened, okay?” you suggested. You thought that that would be the best for both of you.

“Why?” He put his spoon down and stared at you.

You swallowed as you said, “I don’t want Johnny to find out.”

Jaehyun’s lips were pressed into a thin line, his jaw taut. “You don’t want Johnny to find out?” he repeated after you. Every word chopped up as if he was controlling his anger.

“He’ll get mad,” you admitted softly. You searched Jaehyun’s eyes, sending begs through your eyes. “Please? Can we just not mention anything about last night? It never happened, okay?”

He let out a breath and blinked at you. He stared at you for the next 3 seconds before he closed his mouth. Blinking a few more times, he nodded once. “Fine.” He sounded clipped and a little pissed as he picked up his spoon and mixed his rice and soup loudly, his spoon clanging against the bowl.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. You didn’t know why he was acting like this but you were glad that Johnny would never find out.

It was quiet for a while as you ate, with some occasional sounds breaking the silence. You weren’t BFFs with Jaehyun before but it was never this awkward. He was your friend and he was a good friend to you but the situation at the breakfast table didn’t seem that way.

It resembled greatly like two strangers sharing a table at a crowded restaurant.

You were about to start a generic topic when he commented, “If he asks, I won’t lie about it.”

Your heart raced at the thought of Johnny ending his friendship with you once he found out that you didn’t tell him at the first instance. “He won’t ask if you don’t tell.”

“I don’t like lying to him, y/n. I tell him everything and I won’t lie about something like this if he finds out.” He bored into your eyes and it held a little bit of sadness there. Johnny was very fond of Jaehyun, in a non-romantic sense, of course. Jaehyun was like family to him.

Seemed like Jaehyun saw Johnny the same way. Just like you did.

“As long as you don’t act weird around me, he won’t find out, okay?” You spoke in a warm and gentle tone but Jaehyun sighed. He closed his eyes and sighed again.

“How… How do you expect me to act like nothing happened?” he breathed.

You tilted your head and took your turn to sigh. “Jaehyun, no matter how, you have to. Johnny cannot find out about what happened. Do you understand?”

“Why can’t we just tell him?” Jaehyun folded his arms and laid them on the table, leaning forward.

“We can’t!”

“Why not?” he challenged.

“Johnny clearly warned everyone that his friends are off-limits. He warned us a million times, remember? He didn’t want to have to choose if that time came. And I think he’s right. And you’re a celebrity. It won’t help anyone if word gets out,” you explained, hoping Jaehyun would understand where you were coming from.

“So just because Johnny said so, and just because I’m not a normal person, we can’t be honest?” He was holding your glare and you dropped your spoon in the soup.

“Jaehyun, please! Can you just look at all the negative things that would follow if we told Johnny?” you exclaimed. “It was a one-night-stand. Just forget it happened.”

He gritted his teeth and flashed an angry look. “Is it because you like Johnny?”

“What?” you yelled. “Do you hear yourself?”

“Do you like Johnny?” he pressed.

“No!”

“Then tell him you slept with me last night.” Your jaw dropped. You had no idea what was happening and why Jaehyun was reacting like this.

“Jaehyun!” you yelled again.

“If you have no feelings for him, then tell him,” he said as he matched your volume.

“Why do you insist on telling him we hooked up? Why? It was one night. That’s all it was, isn’t it? Why do we have to destroy our friendship with Johnny because of last night?” you reasoned. Your head was hot and you were pissed.

Your eyes were challenging him.

Taking a deep breath, he licked his lips and dropped his eyes. “Because it’s not just one night,” he muttered.

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?” What did he mean by that?

“It’s not just one night,” he repeated. He opened his mouth to say something but then he closed it.

“What are you saying?” you probed.

“I’m saying… that I don’t want last night to just be one night.” He swallowed his saliva. “I want it every night… for as long as you want to.” Your eyes widened and your jaw went slack. His eyes slowly traveled and it met yours. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“J-Jaehyun,” you stuttered. “I…” Your lips were numb.

“I like you,” he confessed firmly. “Since a long time ago.” You looked away unable to hold his gaze. But he stood up, slowly walking over to you and your heart beating harder with every step. He lowered his body and turned your chair towards him as he knelt on a knee in front of you.

“Jaehyun, can we please talk about this later? Right now, I can’t-”

“I said I like you,” he repeated. Your heart stopped, as you met his eyes. He was sincere. His eyes were warm and pleading. “I want Johnny to know what happened and I want last night to be a start for us.”

You tried to speak but nothing came out. He quietly gazed at you. “Jaehyun, I really don’t think that we should-” You were cut off as he stole a peck from you. You gasped, feeling the soft lips against your own, familiar and addicting. “Ah-” He kissed you again. And again. And again when you tried to speak. Defeated, and giddy with happiness, you nodded.

“Really?” he smiled. You nodded, returning the smile. He pulled you up with him and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, tucking your head under his chin. “Thank you, y/n. Thank you.”

You sighed, happy but knowing the drama that would happen later. But at least for now, and for as long as you want, Jung fucking Jaehyun would be yours.

a/n: i hope you guys like it!

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct scenarios #nct jaehyun #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct johnny #nct jung yoonoh #jung jaehyun #johnny seo #seo youngho #i think i'm too old to be feeling some typa way after looking at jaehyun but i couldn't help it #i haven't felt this fluttery in so long

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pinkstevenu · 6 years ago

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The Last Fight

Pairing- DeanxReader

Characters- Dean, Sam, Reader

Warnings- swearing, character violence, angst

word count- 1,122

A/N- this is my first fic i hope you guys like it I’m really scared!!

You picked up your computer and sat down next to dean on the bed. He wrapped his arm around you and you snuggled into his side. “So I think I found a connection between each vic, all of them were fighting with their loved ones the day that they husband or boyfriend bashed the girls head in.”

Dean winced at the thought, “well then why dont we head out to the bar and the next couple fighting we follow them.”

“Sounds good.” Sam replied. You nodded and got up from the bed to slide your black long sleeve on. Then sam came out of the bathroom you all headed to the bar. When you got there the three of you sat down at the bar. Dean started to drink a lot, so it was pretty much only you and Sam looking for the couple. After about two hours dean started to get handsy with you, so you decided it was time to head out because you were not finding anything. You wrapped Deans arm around you and walked him back to the motel. Dean squinted his eyes at you, “why aren't you having any fun Y/N?”

You furrowed your brows, “what do you mean dean?”

You walked into the motel setting Dean down on the bed. Dean sighed and rolled his eyes at you, “ I mean your always a stick in the mud, you never have any fun.”

He exasperated. You sighed and pulled a pair of sweats on, “sorry Dean i'm not doing this while your drunk.”

Dean huffed, “ why can't you have any fun with me once in awhile you stuck up bitch!”

You turned wide eyed as tears crept up. You stormed out of the motel room and walked down the sidewalk as you rubbed your puffy eyes. As you walked down the sidewalk you felt arms wrap around your waist. You turned to face Dean. You could feel his breath on your face. You huffed, “why are you following me dean?”

He pulled you closer, “ I wanna make things better sweetheart.”

You tried to pull away, “you can make things better by leaving me alone Dean!”

You pushed away and stormed away from him. You could hear his feet behind you, so you kept walking faster till he gripped you arm tight and pulled you into an alleyway. You struggled to get away from him, “let me go!”

He wrapped his hand around your mouth and then slowly pressed harsh kisses along your neck. You bit his hand trying to get him off of you, “you son of a bitch let me go!”

You turned your head seeing dean stumbling around in the alleyway. You turned back to the shifter in front of you wide eyed. Dean was still tipsey and couldnt walk straight without falling. The shifter smiled at you placing a harsh kiss on your lips and bitting you bottom lip ripping it open, “ you weren't supposed to find out thins way sweetheart.”

He plunged a knife into your stomach you let out a small squeal as he cupped your face sliding you down the wall then running off. You coughed looking up to see a worried expresion on deans face a tear trickling down his cheek. Dean cupped your face fumbling with his phone. After he got off the phone he pulled you into his lap craddling your face, “its gonna be ok Y/N”

You looked up placing you hand on his, “I dont wanna die dean not like this not when the last thing I did was fight with you.”

Your eyes turned glass like as you tried to hold your tears back. Dean shook his head furiously, “your not dying Y/N not on my watch please forgive me.”

You smiled as your eyelids got heavy. Dean lifted you up as you heard the sound of sirens inch closer. Dean handed you over to one of the medics and hopped into the ambulance holding your hand not letting go. You turned to face him, “dean?”

Dean lifted his gaze to you, Yes sweetheart?”

A tear fell from your face as you cupped his cheek felling him lean into you, “i love you dean I-”

The imense pain cut you off and caused you to scream as tears fell prefusely. Dean gripped your hand moving in closer. You turned to deans conserned face, “Y/N please stay here i cant live wothout you.”

He paused watching you, “Y/N I...I love you.”

When you guys got to the hospital dean slowly slid into your hospital room and aproached your bedside. Dean sat down and folded his hand into yours. Deans head shot to the door as it open he relaxed after he saw Sam. Sam walked up to dean pulling a chair up. He looked from you to dean, “Dean what happened, how did this happen.”

Deans was watching his hand, “ I messed up Sam i mean like I really messed up i may never hear her voice again because of me, the shifter got her posing as me after she walked out on our fight.”

Sam rubbed his face and watched your chest rise and fall. Then the doctor walked in nodding at the boys, “you boys are very lucky just a couple seconds later and she could have died she just needs rest to let her sleep till she wakes up.”

Dean nodded and the doctor walked out. Dean turned hearing shuffling and feeling you hand slide out of his. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you groan turning to see dean and sam. Deans breath hitched, “Y/N! Are you ok is there anything I can get you.”

You reached out grabbing his face and pulling him into a soft sweet kiss. Deans eyes glisened watching you. You sighed of relife, “please dont ever leave me.”

You begged. Dean vigorously shook his head, “ I would never ever dream of it sweetheart.”

A tear slowly slid its way down deans cheek. You swiped the tear away with the pad of your thumb smiling at him. Sam squeezed your calf and your eyes shifted over to him, “oh um...sorry Sam.”

Sam shook him head, “its ok Y/N i hate to break up the moment, but so something else dosent happen i would advise me and dean go and kill the sick son of a bitch that..”

Sams eyes shifted to your neck and split lip, “that decided to go after a mans women like that.”

You nodded rubing your neck and gently bitting your lip. Dean smiled at you and gave you a quick kiss, “we will be back in no time sweetheart, I love you.”

You smiled, “ I love you too dean.”

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soldierkiara · 7 years ago

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Omg can you make sequel headcanons for the angst ones? Like the reader just moved on because they aren't going to deal with their shit and they see the reader happy and get mad? Idk but I need some sequel cause your writing is amazing!

Thanks anon! I know these have been long awaited, and I’m finally getting the energy to work on them.

Reaper

For the first couple days, he was happy not to see you. He was happy that you were finally away from him, finally safe from him and the people he surrounds himself with.

Three days after your argument, his mind began to wonder.

You weren’t the type to give up so easily; but you hadn’t come back to pester him. Did you finally get the hint, or had something bad happened?

He got his answer in the form of bloodied hair in a cardboard box that was neatly perched on his desk.

Immediately anger consumed him; He was going to find whoever did this to you and tear them to shreds with his bare hands.

He searched relentlessly for you, but to no avail. Your captors had you hidden quite well, leaving no trace where the gift he received came from.

It took him six months before he was able to get a lead on where you were.

They were hiding you deep in the Arctic, away from prying eyes.

Talon operatives. His higher ups.

The last straw came when they sent him a video. A video of you on your knees, bloody and emaciated. Your eyes were dull, cheeks gaunt. Your hair had been shaved completely off, chunks having obviously been pulled out harshly.

“Tell your lover what his punishment is.” A voice purred off-screen, a black boot connecting with your jaw. You would have fallen over from the force of it, but chains held your hands behind you and up off the floor.

“G-abe..” You croaked, blood dripping from your mouth. “I.. Love you.”

You coughed as the boot kicked your stomach, and Reaper was able to hear the crack of your ribs over the laughter of your captors.

“Anything else, Sunshine? Any last words to the man who doomed you?”

You smiled a weak smile. You knew you were going to die here; you had accepted that long ago. But you didn’t want to make him worry about you. About the pain you were in.

“I’ll always.. b-be.. by your s-side.”

The men’s laughter grew louder at your feeble words. “See what happens when people love you? You tried to hide them from us, but you seem to have forgotten that we’re always watching. Do keep that in mind the next time you try to secretly acquire another pet.” The screen went black as Reaper’s mind.

It only took him two days to find your prison.

And, like he had vowed, each person who was in your prison was brutally torn to shreds, each in the most excruciating manner possible.

He found your cell, the stench of blood filling his nose. He easily broke the door, light filling the room.

You lay in a crumpled heap in the corner, back to him. You were unconscious, barely able to move due to your broken bones and torn muscles. A fresh wave of anger flooded Reaper, but he carefully scooped you into his arms and took you out.

“Y/N.” He whispered, voice unusually soft. “I’m so sorry. I just.. wanted you to be safe.”

You shifted slightly in his arms, looking up at him with a soft smile. “I’m safe when I’m with you.”

Genji

It wasn’t ending like this.

He wasn’t just going to toss your relationship in the trash so easily. You refused.

That bastard could at least break up with you to your face.

You demanded a plane to Nepal from Jack, who obliged easily.

You knew Genji would be at Zenyatta’s temple. You wondered if Zenyatta had convinced Genji to break up with you, but you had a more ominous feeling in your gut.

You arrived at the temple. It was unusually quiet, as if no one was existing in the space. You walked inside, and did the dumbest thing you could think of doing.

“GENJI SHIMADA!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, his name echoing off the walls.

You waited in silence for what seemed like an eternity before he finally stepped out of the shadows, a soft purple glow chasing away the shadows he had come from.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said quietly, staring at you. “Didn’t you get the hint? I don’t want you anymore.”

“I don’t fucking think so pal.” You snarled back, stalking towards him. He didn’t back down and regarded you with a cold gaze. “You’re not the type to just end things on a whim. What the fuck is going on? Why are you purple?”

“I have accepted.. other arrangements.” Was all he said as he crossed his arms. “Now leave. Or I will have to make you.”

“Then make me.” You hissed.

He didn’t hesitate as he pulled out his sword, the usual neon green replaced with a deep purple. “Are you sure you want to do this.”

You looked him over. “What are your other arrangements?” You asked instead, taking a small and slow step back.

“They are not of your concern.” He stepped forward and raised his sword again. “Now, are you going to leave or are you going to make you?”

“Make me.” You responded simply, shoving your hands in your pockets.

Genji lifted his sword and swung with no hesitation.

You braced for the impact of it, but it never came.

As if he was short circuiting, his muscles spasmed, causing him to drop his sword. He bent over and clutched his head, falling to his knees with a small groan.

“Y/N, please.” He begged softly, the purple flickering back to his usual green. “I don’t want to do this. Make her stop.”

You stared at him in shock, looking around for the hacker. You weren’t able to spot her. “How can I help you, Genji?”

“Kill her.” He snarled, burying his head in his stomach, his arms over his head as if he was able to block out her influence on him.

“Aw, pobrecito.” The soft trill of the Spaniard seemed to surround you. “It seem’s like he’s no use to me anymore. You just had to ruin him, didn’t you?”

Genji’s light slowly faded back to green as he collapsed, a small groan emitting from him.

You crouched in front of him, hissing. You knew Sombra was going to escape, but you couldn’t risk Genji falling into her hands again. You carefully helped him onto the plane when he regained consciousness.

“I love you, Y/N.” He said immediately.

“We’ll talk about it when we get back to base.”

McCree

You didn’t know where you were.

Your head throbbed as you opened your eyes, the white light of your room nearly blinding you. You tried to sit up, pain shooting through your stomach. You carefully layed back down, wincing.

“Don’t move too much.” A gruff voice spoke from the edge of the bed. You looked over to see a very disheveled McCree.

“What happened?” You croaked, wincing again. Jesse carefully handed you a glass of ice water to soothe your dry throat.

“I shot you.” He said quietly. “When I was drunk at the bar.”

“Oh.” The memories came flooding back. Of walking in on him with another woman. With her blonde hair and ruby lips.

“Who was she?” You tried to ask casually, but the hurt in your voice was clear.

“Honest answer? I’ve no clue.” He wouldn’t look at you. “Some floozy I met at the bar, I think.”

“I see.”

“YN. I’m not expecting you to forgive me. At all. But, I need to apologize. Not just for.. shooting you.. but for cheating on you like that. You’re the most amazing person anyone could ever ask for, and you deserve the whole damn world and more on a gold platter. I..I can never excuse what I did. I can never forgive myself for what I did. I know that. I just.. I want you to know that I mean it when I say that I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” He turned his back to you as his voice broke, coughing slightly to clear his throat from the lump that was threatening to choke him. “If… If you want me to, I’ll be with you ever step of the way until you recover. I understand if you don’t want me, but I don’t want you to feel like you’ve got no one to rely on right now. And then after you’re all healed, you’ll never have to deal with me again. Sound good?” He gave a soft laugh, a nervous laugh as he scratched his beard, trying to subtly wipe the flowing tears from his face.

You watched him quietly. Watched the way he tried to hide his tears. The way his hands balled into fists when he tried to breathe deeply to calm himself.

“Jesse.” You murmured. “I… I can’t forgive you right now. You really hurt me.” You paused. “Emotionally more than physically. I can live with you shooting me, though I’m surprised you did If I’m being honest. “ You smiled a little, but it faded quickly. “It was.. It was her and what she said that hurt the most.” You looked down. “And don’t say it isn’t true. You’re a lot more truthful when you’re drunk.”

He nodded, carefully taking your hand. “I truly am sorry, Y/N.”

“I know you are, Jesse.”

Widowmaker

“Stupide putain de putain d'idiot.” She hissed, her fist colliding with the cement wall of her room. Reaper had forced her listen to your cries of terror and pain as the men beat you senseless when you awoke.

She should have just killed you.

It would have been much more painless and merciful then what they were going to do to you.

It had been a test for her. To see if she would still willingly kill what she held dear even after all these years. This time she had failed.

She sat on her bed with her hands on her head, furiously pulling at her hair. If only she hadn’t been so stupid, so reckless, so emotional-

“Get up.” Reaper’s voice growled as he came in. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her through the base towards the cells. Towards your cell.

Towards you.

She followed willingly, already trying to devise a plan to break you free.

The two of them walked into your cell, the heavy metal door clicking shut behind you. You were chained to the wall, stripped of your clothes. She was able to see every bruise, cut and scrape on your. Fury consumed her as she thought about the men touching you, about hurting you.

Her heart cracked in two as you gave her a sad smile, one filled with love.

“So, Amelie.” One of the men purred, his gloved hand trailing over your naked body. “Reaper thought it would be best to just show you the videos of what we are going to do to your precious lover, but we thought it would make a better point to have you here in the room with us. What do you think?”

“Go to hell.” She spat angrily at the man.

“If that’s how you really feel.” He shrugged. Reaper restrained her as the man slid a knife just below your chest, a shrill scream of pain escaping your lips.

Amelie was forced to watch as the man tortured you, unable to escape Repear’s grasp.

She couldn’t bear to listen to your screams of pain, screams of mercy, your shrill voice begging for the pain to stop.

For her to help you.

But you couldn’t.

And for the first time since becoming Widowmaker, she cried.

She cried so hard, her sobs wracking her body and causing her to shake.

She continued to cry as your screams died off.

Continued to cry as the small whimpers you made went silent.

She cried as Reaper grabbed her face and slapped her hard, forcing her to look at him.

“Don’t forget who you are. Who you were made to be. Don’t forget, Widowmaker.”

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who?: Wanna One’s Lai Guanlin

genre: 🌸

type: scenario

word count: 2.9K

TW: blood the ‘W1’ clan

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vamp! AU

Guanlin was dead even before you met him but maybe you brought him to life

resurrecting this series so yAY! long after Halloween but I wrote this before Halloween and it’s still Autumn so…..technically…. thank you for requesting this anon! 💖

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“Are you sure you really, REALLY, can’t come? Please?” You begged, perching on the edge of your best friend’s bed, all dressed up in your Halloween costume. It was unusual for you to be so adamant about something, especially when it compromised on your friends’ health. Your actions sickened you to your stomach but the desperation was overpowering it. Yoo Seonho brushed his ruffed up hair out of his eyes, he was wrapped up in about twenty blankets yet he was still shivering - the fever was really eating him alive. His tired eyes met your own and you knew your answer. “I’m sorry Y/N. I’ll have to miss,” he croaked, throat sore from all the coughing. You nodded understandingly, sighing at your own stupidity. Seonho was already so sick yet you were being so insistent. The guilt washed over you like the way models washed their faces in facial cleansing commercials. “I’m sorry,” you apologised with sincerity. “I shouldn’t have pressured you so much.” Luckily, your best friend was a kind and forgiving type of guy. He brushed it off with a wave of his weak arm while muttering, “I know I know. You must feel outcasted now. I’m sorry about that. Never worry, my sickness will clear in a few days.” “How did you even get sick? I thought the supernatural never succumb to ‘minor illnesses you mortals suffer from’?” You teased, clasping his hand and running your thumb over it calmingly. Seonho was a vampire. A young vampire to be more specific. He was part of the 101, and a vampire who held a high rank and command despite being a juvenile - it scared some elders at times, really. Growing up with him, you had no qualms hanging out with a supernatural. In fact, you enjoyed basking in his presence more than some other humans. He kept you safe, cared for you and always made you feel warm. There were bound to be times when his powers were much more prominent. Like when a couple of families went on a ‘neighbourhood trip’ to the beach and he was the only kid sweating in his hoodie. At the time, he was too young to take potions of any sort, unlike his family who blended in like any other mortal. Regardless, you loved your best friend to death and beyond. Back to the present, you glanced at the clock and groaned when it read 6.26pm, it was nearly time for you to go. “Hey,” Seonho said, forcing a smile and showing off his gleaming fangs. “I guess some of us vampires do get affected but I’m sure this is something more -“ he paused to let out coughs. You quickly brought a glass of warm water sitting on his bedside table to his lips. “Thanks. Don’t worry bestie, I’ll be fine but I have to miss W1’s party, I’m sorry. You go have fun, okay? I’ll make sure my hyungs take good care of you.” Inhaling deeply, you let go of Seonho’s hand and stepped away from his bed. “Oh! By the way, I left your care pack over here.” You gestured to the bag that was packed with a pot of homemade soup, a bunch of cute sticky-notes which you hand wrote cute messages and you could never forget the packs of plasma juice in there. You did attempt to head to The Middleman - a popular blood bank among 101 members - but it was just too nauseating for a mere human, even if you grew up surrounded by vampires. Your ears picked up the sounds of the doorbell and the voice of a few people, mellow and low. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. That must be Kenta hyung and Sanggyun hyung. My chick costume can wait another year,” Seonho whispered before his eyes fluttered shut. “Rest well. I’ll be back.”

Takada Kenta and Kim Sanggyun seemed to be cheerful, lively friends of Seonho. You learned were in a subunit of 101 called JBJ, comprising of six members, the seventh was in discussion. “So, Y/N, what’s your costume for tonight?” Sanggyun asked, giving you a once over. He seemed to be dressed as…well, a stereotypical vampire, the kind you would see in movies Completed with a necktie and even dyed hair, your look for the night was inspired by BTS’ V from ‘Boy In Luv’. It was not the most obvious look though. Donghan scoffed teasingly. “Can’t you see. I’m sure it’s BTS Boy In Luv music video concept kind of thing,” he said, fanboy instincts kicking in. Donghan seemed to be rocking a half-face themed costume, there was a part of his face made up to look like muscular tissues. Hyunbin, who was seated in the front seat of the car looked up from his phone sulkily. “Donghan stole my costume idea.” “Yeah, you’re dressed as Joker and Taehyun hyung is Batman, be grateful. Uh, Yongguk is…a cat,” Kenta spoke up. “I guess I’m back to Teentop’s fanboy.” Kim Yongguk rearranged his cat ears hairband, frowning slightly. “Hyung, you never changed.” “Yah, guys, did you hear? Lai Guanlin flew in from Taiwan just for this party. I’m excited to see him again,” Noh Taehyun mentioned, turning the car around a corner and stopping outside a huge house. Correction: a mansion. 101 headquarters were no joke, you gaped in awe of the building that was filling up with guests and bursting with life. “Wanna One, the highest ranked members and pretty much the ones that get our shit together live here,” Hyunbin stated, sipping from a box of plasma fruit juice. “Take care of Y/N, guys. We need to look out for them.” “Lai Guanlin’s back, I’m sure everyone must be rejoicing. I need to get my Supreme hoodie back from him,” Sanggyun piped up, tossing his plasma juice box into the trash can as the seven of you stepped into the driveway. Lai Guanlin? “Oh! Y/N, Guanlin performed Boy In Luv at his high school showcase in Taiwan. He would know your costume for sure.” Yongguk led the way to the main door, pushing it open. You gulped, feeling the beads of sweat already starting to form in eagerness to meet whoever your new friends were talking about, partially the anxiety of entering your first Halloween party without Seonho.

Lai Guanlin was not someone to blend into the crowd and his own party was no exception. He stuck out from the sea of faces like a model, like a handsome prince among common folk. He was the youngest of the Wanna One clique, however, he was definitely not one you would want to overlook. Guanlin looked menacing, eyes burning with flames deep within but in reality, he was probably one of the nicest vampires to ever live. Also one of the most powerful. It radiated from him, he was surrounded by an aura that made you want to hang your head, it was just too domineering. You tried to smile as you greeted him, just like the JBJ vamps, but they were his friends and you were a complete stranger. Better still, there was no vampire genetics coursing through your veins. Great, you thought anxiously. I stick out like a sore thumb. “Guanlin, please introduce yourself to new guests too,” Jisung instructed in a caring, motherly tone. His costume looked like an official Superman outfit he probably spent an arm and leg on. Guanlin held out a hand for you to shake, showing off his polished fangs and blood-red lips. “Hello, I’m Guanlin.” The deepness of his raspy voice sent shivers down your spine. Despite how scary he seemed, the fire that lined his eyes was one that only aimed to provide warmth on a cold day. You wanted to hold onto his soft palms forever even if they read a temperature much lower than your own - though, you had gotten used to the colder skin after the many years of clinging onto Seonho - and even if his longer, sharper nails did dig into your thin skin a little. Speaking of thin skin, Guanlin’s heightened sense of smell plucked out your scent from the hundreds of different fragrances, meaning he could also identify the sweet blood of yours. It was a real pain to prevent his eyes from glowing lucid red. “Here,” Jihoon hissed, slipping him a packet of plasma fruit. “Control yourself.” Guanlin nodded, although it was hard to take his hyung seriously when Jihoon was dressed in a pink sausage costume. He was the one who decided the duo needed to take their friendship to the next level. Guanlin was unsure as to whether Woojin and Jihoon were strengthening their bond or tearing it apart. “We’ll see you guys around. I think I see Jonghyun hyung over there.” Hyunbin started in the direction of the older boy whom he was very fond of. The rest of his friends began to head the same way, spotting some of their friends. “Hey V,” Guanlin called out just before you followed your group. “I like your costume.” His lips curved into a smirk as he brought the straw of the juice box closer to them. They seemed plush and velvety, almost beckoning for you to kiss them. But under it’s welcoming exterior disguised a set of lethal fangs you knew you needed to watch out for.

Illuminated jack-o-lanterns lined the edge of the deserted balcony in a more quiet area of the Wanna One mansion. Chirps of crickets filled the silence, it sounded like a melody to you, to keep you in check, to make sure you were not drunk on soda. The whole evening, you had felt like extra baggage accompanying the boys, like an unneeded third-wheel. You introduced yourself to a handful of their friends but it was awkward being one of the only humans in that space. A human with few supernatural connections, unlike the rest. Sure, Kim Chungha and Choi Yoojung did their best to make you feel more welcomed but the fish out of the water feeling stuck to you like glue. So, finding the most believable excuse you could muster, you slipped off to the balcony to enjoy the night view peacefully, sipping ‘eyeball punch’ from your solo cup. Guess tonight really is a solo night. It’s so different without Seonho around. I hope he’s feeling better. Seonho was not the only person who plagued your mind in that moment, a Wanna One vampire by the name of Guanlin also occupied a significant amount of your thoughts. He was just so handsome, so charming, so intriguing. You desired to learn more about the mysterious vampire yet you were too afraid. Oh goodness, cue eye roll at your ridiculous thoughts. You were just sharing drinks with I.O.I vampires and you’re worried about others? Get yourself together, they’re all the same, no one can harm you. Autumn winds brushed by your sensitive skin, the cold cutting through even the fabric of your long sleeved button down. Yes, you were shuddering slightly but it was not enough to blow you back to the party scene. “The moon’s out tonight.” whatagoodconversationstarter A husky voice muttered, it’s owner moving to stand beside you, pressing his hands on the railings. Your heart began to beat faster, pumping more blood around your circulatory system - probably a bad idea around supernatural creatures. However, Guanlin was more in control than you thought, he had an array of powers mastered. “Um, yeah. It is,” your reply was barely audible to human ears but Guanlin heard your words crystal clear. [ stan CLC you will never regret ] “You’re friends with Yoo Seonho, aren’t you?” He shifted in his spot, still looking up to the pitch black night sky. “Yeah, best friends.” You fought hard to keep your cool, ignoring the redness that filtered to your face and the irregular thumping of your heart. Guanlin let out a chuckle, bringing his cup to his lips for a sip of whatever his choice drink was. “Ahh, his heart is like a reed but we have a blood brother bond.” A smile appeared on your face just thinking about Seonho’s hobby of collecting hyungs. “I heard he’s targeting Hwang Minhyun now. He clings to me in school but right after, I know he’s bugging Minhyun,” you tell Guanlin and the two of you have a good laugh over it. After, a comforting silence fills the gap between both your figures. “Here,” Guanlin says as he shrugs off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. When you meet his eyes, mouth agape, he flushes pink. “I uh, noticed you were shivering quite a bit.” It was true. You could not tell if your face was coloured from the cold or if it was just you acting up around him. “No! Wouldn’t you be freezing?” You blurt out without giving it much thought. Your words elicit an amused laugh from the supernaturally handsome boy. “You’re so cute you know.” Ah yes, my embarrassment must be pretty freaking adorable. “Don’t worry about me. I thrive in the cold, it’s fine,” Guanlin assured, taking a step closer to you. “What’s your costume anyway?” His outfit was one that posed difficulty to decipher. It looked like he lived in suits, he should, he carried them well. “I’m dressed as Wooseok hyung from Pentagon,” he declared proudly, beaming like a true fanboy. “Why are you out here? The party is downstairs.” “Needed some air. It isn’t easy being one of the few without supernatural traits down there,” you revealed the simple reason. “Oh.” He took a step away from you, exhaling sharply while squeezing his eyes shut. “Sorry then.” “No! I-It’s fine! I’m okay!” You added urgently, a dreadful feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “That’s not what I meant! I-I-“ To your surprise, the vampire just laughed and slipped closer, elbows nearly brushing. “I know, I know. It isn’t easy being around us but if you can put up with Seonho, I’m sure you can deal with me,” he joked, pointing out Seonho’s unquenchable thirst. “Oh come on, give him a break he’s just a child. But, he does finish an entire carton comprising of 24 boxes of plasma fruit juice whenever I’m around.” It was fun teasing your best friend with his blood bonded brother when he was absent. You just prayed he would not find out. Guanlin nearly doubled over in laughter, it was clearly his first time of hearing the extent of Seonho’s habits, they probably came as a shock as one box of plasma fruit juice was enough to keep a vampire full for at least a few hours “I don’t blame him though,” he mused, almost cautiously. You reached to tuck a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, exposing more of your prominent collarbones - again, probably a terrible idea in front of a creature that feasted on the substance flowing under your paper-thin skin. You did not realise Guanlin’s eyes starting to tint red, how he gripped the railing until his knuckles paled, or how he swallowed hard and tried not to allow his gaze to linger on your neck. He cleared his throat and took another swig of his drink. To him, you were a gift delivered right to his doorstep, especially with his jacket on you. You were sweet, funny and accepting, he was really drawn to you, as a person and not just because you had something he depended on for survival. Guanlin’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, he was sick of plasma fruit juice but he would never drink from his friends. Besides, he liked the colour coordinated straws that blood bags from The Middleman came with. “Oh? Why don’t you?” Your honey-coated voice drew him out of whatever trance he was in. He hummed in response, changing his posture to lean his back against the railing such that your eyes had to lock. The vivid supernatural glow that bore into your eyes caused your breath to catch in your throat. “Because, sweetheart.” Every syllable that fell from his lips made butterflies roar to life inside of you. Sweetheart - such a loving term - was no exception. Additionally, there was no escaping his alluring scrutiny, redness underlying his orbs but you knew he had himself in check. “You,” he paused to draw closer, such that only your ears could hear his whispers. “are absolutely delicious.” With a smug smile tugging at his lips, Guanlin spun away, raising his glass for a toast before slipping back into the room. You were stunned that he left you so abruptly and so flustered, the feeling of his mouth pressed to your earlobes still very fresh. His pointy fangs hardly caressed them but they were very real, and very close to you indeed. It annoyed you that Guanlin had just disappeared like that but unbeknownst to you, if he stayed just a couple of seconds longer, you would have become his next snack. After that ‘incident’, that particular Pentagon fan was on your mind. You also really had to return his suit jacket, the material most likely cost your entire life savings. He wouldn’t have really bit me? Would he? Thoughts like those raced through your mind as you scoured the mansion for Guanlin. There was no way you were leaving the party without knowing if he would. You figured like any other vampire, instinct would probably overpower them and they would dip their fingers to have a taste, a nibble. Rumour has it that he has a lethal pair of fangs, one of the keenest. What if he actually did feed on me? Would it sting like hell? No worries though, if it was you, Guanlin would not hesitate if he got consent. He would bite, but for you, very gently, painless like a minuscule needle prick.

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