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saintsir4n · 9 months

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SECOND CHANCE I

where brian challenges carson to race, but more than just respect is at stake. (Originally supposed to be an alt ending but now it’s a 2 fast 2 furious subplot)

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, VIOLENCE AND MORE

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“No," Carson backed away from the blonde, who pulled away from his friend Roman.

“Sonny C’mon.”

She snapped, “Don’t call me that. You know what you’ve done. 2 years might’ve gone by but there isn’t a day that I don’t think about what happened. I mean — shit. Jesse’s dead. Half of my family… I don’t even know where they are right now. I had to leave KeKe so she didn’t get caught, Mia was fuckin’ broken by it. I raced outta there so they didn’t get questioned by your friends on the force.”

Her heart clenched when she saw his eyes softening. For months she has avoided him, but she wouldn’t be able to do it for long. Everyone in Miami Beach knew her, well, they knew her by her street name 'Barbie', she won every race she entered, and Suki almost always came second. She lived with the eccentric girl, who reminded her so much of Keelie. Tej was an older brother figure who warned her whenever Brian came about.

“You knew back then I quit," Brian tried, eyes darting from her face to her body.

So much about her had changed, no beaming smile, and there was no pink in sight apart from her car. Her hair was now in long flowing braids and she adorned all black. It suited her but he couldn't help but miss how old style.

“The damage was done. Now you and your old friend are helpin’ the cops out, right?” Her eyes drifted to the attractive dark-skinned man who had been checking her out. He was beautiful in her opinion, but Brian's looks still had her stumbling for words. His hair was shorter, and he seemed more confident, “This is why I told Suki I didn’t wanna see you," she stressed.

She wanted to be anywhere else but near him, cars were all around but most people were too distracted with the incoming race, which she no longer wanted to take part in.

“We run the same circles," Brian huffed, taking a step closer, but she took one back sending shards to his heart.

2 years and he still loved her.

“Oh cut the bullshit. This is a Job for you. But this -- this is my life, Brian.”

“I get it.”

“No, you don’t," Carson scoffed, folding her arms, and looking him up and down. “Besides why are you even talkin' to me? I saw you with that Latin chick.”

He rose a brow, and a grin threatened to break out on his face, “Did you?”

He glanced back at a chuckling Roman, who was hit by a newly arrived Suki.

“Don’t give me that look," Carson groaned, annoyed that he thought she was mad about it.

She was but he didn't need to know.

“What look?" Brian's teasing tone drove her crazy.

She glared, “Like I’m jealous or somethin'.”

“You sound it!" they heard Roman yell, gaining their attention.

Brian gestured for him to stop, “Not now Rome.”

Roman rasied his hands defensively after Carson flipped him off.

“Fuck the both of you," Carson snapped, rapidly shaking her head.

Roman shouted, “What did I do?!”

Suki rolled her eyes at the man before Tej motioned her away.

Brian sighed, “Sonny listen.”

“Stop callin' me that,” Emotions clung to her stern tone. She couldn't bear to see the guy who broke her heart, it was too much, “I don’t want to listen to anythin’ you’ve gotta say. Every time I believed you — everything you said to me was a fuckin’ lie. I bet you were laughin’ at me, probably thinkin' how dumb can she be?”

“I never laughed at you," Brian frowned as she hugged herself.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in a tight embrace, lay a kiss on her lips, and take her back to the houseboat he lived in, but she couldn't stomach the thought let alone, the sight of him.

“Even your name was a lie," she whispered to herself, averting glossy eyes, “Just stay away from me," she pleaded, “You know what I used to think? That when I was with you, everythin' was okay. That I felt safe. But now I realise everythin’ you touch turns to shit. So if you don’t mind, move away from my car, or I’ll run you over with it and won’t think twice.”

Brian bowed his head when she walked away and got in her car, ignoring Tej and Suki who thought she would be racing tonight.

Roman came over and patted his shoulders, “How are you gonna deal with Bilkins and Verone whilst tryna get back with her fine ass?”

Brian's head snapped up and shrugged him off, “Watch it."

“It’s not my fault you fucked up. I mean, you could’ve had it all man. Carson's fine, she can drive and everythin’, I’m surprised you could handle all of that,” Roman ceased his teasing when he saw the glare on the blonde's face. “Damn, haven't seen you this loved up since high school. What is she the one or somethin'?”

“I think she is,” Brian said without hesitation, “But you’re gonna help me fix all of this shit.”

“I’m already doin’ that homie.”

a/n:

i can just imagine this happening, brian loves sonny and he wouldn't flirt with monica. roman would love carson and she in time would love him but not now.

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #brian and sonny #sonnybaker #brian o’conner x carson baker #brianoconnerfanfic #brian o’conner x black!reader #brian o’conner #Brian and Carson #y2k #2001 #black racer #the fast and the furious #pink #2 fast 2 furious #roman pearce

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OUR SEESAW - Chapter 8 (part 1)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, drugs

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Chapter 8 (part 1)- Euphoria

The next day's scene was the most comic thing anyone could imagine. Jin and Namjoon were sitting just like two excited kids, both waiting for it to be the hour Emmy said she would pick them up. Meanwhile, Yoongi kept saying that he wasn't going anywhere, that he just wanted to sleep, but his friends knew it was a lie, if he had wanted to rest, he would have already locked himself in his room. Instead, the musician had bathed as soon as he got home from work and when it was time to get dressed, he did not choose his joggers. Despite Yoongi had already given up on the idea of clubbing, he was far from feeling excited as his friends. His social anxiety found fertile ground once he became aware that he didn't even know what this Hobi guy looked like. And to make everything worse, he was sure that Woosung would be there too. After all, Yoongi really couldn't stand him, it wasn't about his anxiety or shyness, he didn't like Woosung and he had plenty of reasons, at least that was what he thought. Still, Namjoon, Jin, and Emmy convinced him, and soon they were in the girl's luxurious car.

It was no surprise to Yoongi to see how Namjoon also fell for the girl's charms and charisma, especially when he found out that Emm liked literature, something that he was passionate about.

“Don't be jealous.” Jin whispered trying not to laugh at Yoongi's disgusted grimace.

"What are you talking about?"

Jin would have continued teasing him if the driver hadn't stopped on a street that the actor recognized, he used to go there with his friends, but he had never managed to get Yoongi to go. They were on the streets of the hippest clubs and bars in Seoul. A bohemian and fun university atmosphere surrounded all those streets.

Yoongi glanced through the hundreds of side streets and twists and turns in there. "Where are we?" He asked a little dizzy from so many lights and music around him.

“Bro, over here you'll stumble on bar after bar, live music venues, coffee shops, restaurants, you name it.” The actor replied smiling excitedly.

"The best way to get the most out of these streets is just to get lost and see where we end up,” Emmy replied. "And while I'd love to do that, I know you don't want to, so I asked the rest of the guys to wait for us at a barbecue restaurant a few blocks away."

"Oh! Are we going to that place where you get a key ring every time you visit it?"

"That's the one," Emmy replied laughing when she saw Namjoon's enthusiasm, the boy didn't wait for them and was already several steps ahead. Soon, Jin caught up with his friend, leaving Yoongi and Emmy behind.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, there was no doubt who was waiting for them, for the applause and laughter of someone stood out among all the scandal. It was Hobi who was laughing out loud with Nara and Woosung.

“Shit!” Yoongi thought the moment he saw the musician waiting for them.

To everyone's surprise, Hoseok already knew Namjoon, in fact, he didn't even call him by his real name as he hugged him.

"R.M! My bro! I can't believe you're here!"

“What's up, Hobi? I'm such an idiot! I didn't pay attention when Emmy talked about you, or surely she called you by your name. If I had heard her calling you Hobi, I'd have known it from the beginning!"

"It doesn't matter, I'm so happy to see you, we're going to paaarty tonight!" He assured without stopping smiling.

After greeting Jin, it was time to introduce Yoongi to Hobi, and the dancer was everything but measured by how eager he was to finally meet him.

“Oh! There you are! Emmy won't stop talking about what a great musician you are! She also says that you cook delicious, among all the things she likes from you!” As a reply, Yoongi offered him his hand, but Hobi burst out laughing, especially because Emmy wanted to kill him, her face was burning. "Oh, please! I've heard so much about you that I already know you, come on and let me say hi as I must!"

Yoongi's face when Hoseok hugged him like they were lifelong friends got to make Emm giggle again, for it was more than evident that the musician wasn't expecting that even though Emmy had already warned him how her best friend behaved.

"Oh... I've heard a lot about you too." Yoongi said chuckling shyly when the hug ended. "Emm just refers to you as the best dancer of all."

The girl laughed when she saw her best friend embarrassed and coming to his side, she hugged him tightly. "Come on Hobi, there's no need to be humble, you're the best dancer ever."

Hobi's funny answer and his laugh with Emmy's unlocked a memory in Yoongi. It was the image of a couple laughing and having fun under the snow, a boy with extravagant clothes, and a girl with a smile capable of leaving anyone breathless. It was them! That's why Emmy became so familiar to him from the first time! It was the same girl whose smile had bewitched him. How was he such a fool to realize until now? How, having her by his side all those nights while they played the piano, had he not realized it was her?

"Is everything alright?" Hobi and Emmy asked together when noticing the shock on the pianist's face.

"Huh? Yes, yes, I'm sorry. What did you just say?"

"Hobi was already starting to tell intimacies." Emm joked.

Amazingly, even though Yoongi's personality and Hobi and Emmy's were so different, the pianist laughed a lot those first few minutes he was with them. Hobi wasn't ashamed to tell him that the first time he had visited that place, he had ordered a main course so spicy that he had to run out looking for a bathroom. Hobi also didn't mind telling Yoongi about a time he dared to drink a bottle of soju by himself, but ended up being towed by Emmy, Woosung, and Nara.

"It seems that you two are the same person," Yoongi commented with a smirk on his face and looking at Emmy. "I remember you told me about how problematic alcohol is for you, Emm."

"Problematic?" Hobi asked with a high-pitch voice. "Emm even forgets her name when she drinks! Hey, did you tell him what happened last time? Now that I remember it, it was after one of those nights when she stalked you, I mean, listen!"

"Hoby!" The girl covered her face when Yoongi let out one of those laughs that were especially rare to hear from him.

“It's one of the best stories! You see, Yoongi, it was my birthday and this lady agreed to try the vodka. Do you know what happened? She fell asleep, that's right! She fell asleep in the middle of a party! Although that was kind of cute.”

“Hey! In my defense, I was exhausted! Besides, you also fell asleep. And it was even worse! You snored in a karaoke booth."

Emmy and Hobi's guffaws were so contagious that Yoongi couldn't help but did the same.

“It was a brilliant idea to introduce you to Jin, I remember this time he drank so much beer that he couldn't enter the house. He tried to open the door with some coins, but he lost the keys in a karaoke.”

As if by magic, when Jin heard his name, he appeared in front of them and started to complain and push his friend while he swore everything was a lie. As expected, Hobi ended up running to the bathroom and Jin stormed out directly to his chair.

“Well… you already met my best friend, almost my brother. He's a little weird, but an amazing person.”

"Taking into account that you're so close to him, I understand a lot of things."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Emmy's question and her pose with her hands on her hips made Yoongi smile.

"You two are identical, freckles."

"I'm gonna take that on the bright side, but come on, Nara and Woosung are still waiting for us."

Since she turned so Yoongi could follow her, the girl missed how Yoongi's expression darkened. The kind smile Yoongi showed Hobi and then Nara left no trace in front of Woosung. In a matter of seconds, Yoongi's typically cold and disinterested look worsened to the point that the singer could sense the acid coming out of the pianist's gaze.

"Yoongi, this is Woosung, you already met him. Maybe you don't remember because it was a long time ago. He picked me up after one of your rehearsals."

"Can't recall," Yoongi sharply replied.

"It's okay. Nice to see you, man."

The handshake between the two musicians occurred in a highly tense environment. Although Woosung wasn't the ray of sunshine that Hobi was, a nasty attitude was unusual on him, at least not when he was partying. Yet, the flirtatious and bold smile that characterized him was overshadowed by a slight grimace that barely showed the effort he was making for his friend. Even so, Woosung tried to talk to him, but Yoongi limited himself to answering what was strictly necessary.

“Have you ever heard Yoongi playing? He's the best!"

“Yes, I have, gorgeous. Who hasn't listened to Min Yoongi?" Woosung responded hiding an attempted smile behind his glass. “However, I haven't had the pleasure of hearing him speak more than a couple of words. I imagine you keep him entertained by talking, Emm. I mean, with all the talking coming from you, it's more than enough." He joked.

"Don't be rude, Woo..." Emm said pushing him with her shoulder, which led Yoongi to clear his throat and stared at Woosung.

“I guess you can consider it 'a lot' if you're not capable of listening. I don't blame you, a lot of people ignore how to properly listen."

"And what about you? You have already so many talents, is listening another of them? I spoke to you several times and never got an answer, I thought you hadn't heard."

"Oh, yes I did, I definitely did."

Emm thought Yoongi was joking, but seeing him drink from the beer in front of him and then give her a slight smile, she knew that the answer to Woosung had been serious. Fortunately, Hoseok placed a new bottle in front of Woosung and distracted the musician, who was seconds away from spitting out even more poison than Yoongi.

“Go on, do your thing, drink. You look tired, bro, and today's an important day, Emmy brought her new friends.”

A few seconds were enough for Hobi to erase any trace of tension at the table, and knowing Namjoon from before made it easier for everything to flow. Yoongi chose to ignore Woosung, first because he wasn't interested in having any communication with him, and second because he didn't want Emmy to feel uncomfortable. For his part, the singer did exactly the same and talked with the others.

Meanwhile, Namjoon and Jin quickly felt part of the group. And how could they not do it if Nara, Hoseok, and Woosung had personalities so similar to Emmy's? Who, by the way, was without a doubt their favorite company. Yoongi had already gotten used to the boys appearing in the living room when the piano lessons were over. There were always games, movies, and funny conversations if Emmy was around, but the most amusing thing of all was seeing the dynamic between her and Yoongi, no one could make Yoonki laugh more than Emm.

So, since her friends were so similar, it was no surprise when Nara proposed doing something more than just sitting down and talking.

“How about we play a game? Let's play the one with categories!”

“I always end up losing…” Hoseok said quite discouraged.

“You, Hobi, you? I don't even make it to the third round.” Emmy commented covering her face just thinking about what her friend would suggest, every single idea that came from Nara's invention had to do with alcohol.

"We could play in teams!" Nara suggested.

"Who's gonna play with the only person besides Hobi that can't handle more than three drinks?"

“Me” Yoongi and Woosung replied at the same time.

The eye contact between both musicians exposed how they felt about each other. Fortunately, Jin made such a stupid comment about how amazing player he was that everyone but Yoongi and Woosung laughed.

In the end, it was Namjoon the one in charge of organizing the teams. "Nara, you'll be in Jin's team, Emm and Yoongi can play together, and since Hobi needs so much help, Woosung and I will be on his team. I'll go ask for the bottles downstairs."

"Downstairs?" Woosung asked almost horrified at the idea of having to go down and deal with that sea of people. "No, dude, we don't do that. That's not necessary."

The singer looked for one of the waiters, and a simple wink was enough for the group to get at their table numerous bottles of different types of liquor. Yet, Yoongi noticed when the waiter asked something in Woosung's ear making him glimpse at Emmy. After getting the singer's response, the waiter approached Emm and for a fraction of a second, Yoongi could see how seriousness shadowed Hobi's face on the other side of the table. The pianist couldn't hear Emm's answer, as Jin was yelling at having lost without even starting the game, but he did manage to hear the word "Bivouac."

Minutes later, and as everyone foresaw, Hobi lost the game, even though Namjoon had downed most of the drinks, the dancer couldn't continue anymore. He was followed by Jin, who was so wasted that he couldn't stop laughing and hugging Hoseok, it seemed as if they had known each other their entire lives.

Nara looked pretty good for having consumed so much tequila. She had fairly good resistance to alcohol, but her words began to get confused and everyone made fun of her because they didn't quite understand what she was saying. Meanwhile, Yoongi discovered Namjoon was as wasted as Jin when he lost trying to name famous paintings. It was so humiliating for someone studying Art, that he decided to retire.

Despite the group had been having shots for over an hour, Emmy had only drunk two, the pianist had taken care of the rest. To tell the truth, Yoongi was the first to tell her that she didn't need to drink those two shots, he could do it, but Emmy insisted.

"Oh please, that can't be fair!" Nara said barely understandable when she saw that Yoongi was about to drink another one. "Emmy! Yoongi saved your ass the whole game, it's your turn to drink!"

"Yes, that's freedom!" Namjoon said trying to say that it was unfair. Hearing the stupidity he said, the boy preferred to sit in the back while everyone laughed.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," Yoongi whispered to her, but the girl shook her head.

He had seen her drink once and that was enough to know that her resistance was minimal. To make things worse, the bottle in front of them was not tequila, much less vodka, Woosung had opened one of absinthe and that was more alcohol than a normal person could resist. While the hands of the two musicians did not shake before that bottle and the shots, the rest suggested to change the alcohol. Even if they were that drunk, they were aware that just two drams of absinthe were sufficient to knock anyone down, and precisely the ones that Emmy had drunk came from that bottle. A third one would be a huge mistake.

"Just a sip, NO more," Yoongi warned in Emm's ear when he saw her bringing the glass to her lips. "Emm..." Not having listened to him, Emmy drank everything Woosung had poured her.

"We're about to win, Yoongs!" Emm exclaimed and tried to clap, but she ended up losing her balance. However, no one noticed, as Yoongi quickly moved his shoulder so that the girl could lean on it.

"Okay, next category will be..." Woosung was interrupted by Yoongi moving aside his glass and Emmy's.

"I give up, I lost."

"What?!" They all asked at the same time.

The entire game Woosung and Yoongi competed without any craftiness, they didn't exchange words between them, but their gazes said it all. Besides, it was enough to know Yoongi a little to know that giving up was not one of his attributes. There was no point in him giving up when he looked perfectly sober, the only reason could be that he wanted to stop the game.

"Why are you such a party pooper? You and Emm are about to win!” Jin asked at the same time that Hoseok smiled, he understood why the pianist had done it.

"I think Yoongi's right, if we keep drinking like this, no one will be able to walk out of this place," Nara added.

"Are you sure? We're so close to win..." The couple's closeness allowed Emm to take Yoongi's hand without anyone noticing, anyone but Woosung. "You don't have to worry about me, I can handle it." She assured in a way that led Yoongi to show her a sweet smile.

"Sure, I know you can, but I can't, freckles."

"Oh! So we must stop!"

Woosung witnessed in total silence not only how the musician adjusted Emm's sleeve before revealing more skin, but also the warmth in her eyes. He had never seen his friend so attached to someone, and although he refused to admit it at that time, Woosung had never seen anyone treat Emmy with such tenderness and affection, not even himself.

Meanwhile, the consequences of drinking as there was no tomorrow forced the guys to look for food. However, it was already late and the place they chose had already closed the kitchen. That's when Yoongi realized that Jin and Emmy had meant it when they told him that anything was possible on those streets. They were supposed to be in a restaurant, or so they had told the pianist, but now, it was a club with people dancing and toasting.

That was how Jin, Nara, and Namjoon quickly went out to get something to eat so they could return with the rest. Woosung, for his part, had caught some friends and went to say hi, leaving Hobi, Yoongi, and Emmy by themselves at the table.

"Emm, are you sure you feel okay? We should go get something to eat, maybe there's a place selling tteokbokki, you were craving it."

"That's brilliant! Go, go go!" Said Hoseok pushing them. "Be careful with the stairs!"

"Wait, Hobi. What about you?" The girl asked before even getting up.

"I'll be fine."

Emmy and Yoongi looked at each other, as neither considered leaving him there alone. However, before they asked Hobi to go with them, he ran to where Woosung was, he wasn't planning to be the third wheel, and he was so obvious that the couple couldn't help but chuckle.

Trying to walk, everything around Emmy began to spin, she couldn't even see clearly.

"I'm here, everything's okay," Yoongi assured placing his hands on her waist. “I told you not to drink it all, freckles. Let's take you to the bathroom first."

The place was so packed that it was almost inevitable to bump into other people, yet Emmy never did it. Yoongi was watching her back, especially when they got to the extremely narrow stairs.

"Yoongs..." Emmy called noticing how risky would be to walk on those spiral stairs.

As a response, Yoongi went from being behind her, to her side, and taking her hand, he brought her closer to his body. With great care and patience, he helped her. Thanks to Yoongi, Emm didn't sway. They were so close that the musician was almost carrying her. Finally, they got to the bathrooms and Yoongi waited for her at the door. Once Emm came out, Yoongi laughed heartily seeing how she was wearing the dress; in addition, she had tried to fix her makeup, but the only thing she achieved was applying her lipstick everywhere except her lips.

"Yoongi!" Emm exclaimed as Yoongi walked in with her and closed the door.

"Turn around."

Not understanding what was happening, the girl obeyed and totally different from what anyone would expect to happen in a bar bathroom with a boy with whom there was plenty of attraction, Yoongi fixed her dress. He made sure the sleeves were in place and the zipper was up. He also put the hair clip in place, and then carefully cleaned up where the lipstick had come off.

“Do I look that bad?” Emmy asked very embarrassed, but Yoongi shook his head while smiling.

“Let's keep this look just for the two of us. Deal? I don't like to share, freckles." The cute laugh that Emmy let out made Yoongi look into her eyes and caress her cheek. "How do you feel? I tried to keep you from drinking so much, but you wouldn't listen to me."

"I'm perfect, just a little dizzy."

“Do you want me to drop you home?”

"No! It's the first time you agree to go out with my friends. Everyone's glad to have you here. Me too, me more than everyone!” She confessed hugging him and Yoongi couldn't help but giggle when he felt Emmy's little balance even to hug him.

"Okay, but before anything else, let's go get you something to drink."

Emmy nodded as Yoongi turned to open the door and offered her his hand. They both left hand in hand, but before walking any further, the girl held him tighter, causing Yoongi to turn around and look at her.

“Can we drink something other than absinthe? I don't think I can take any more of that."

The pianist's laughter upon hearing that made several of the girls nearby turn to look at him. Yoongi could be discreet and didn't like to attract attention, but even if he didn't want to, he did it. He was truly attractive. Besides, he made a beautiful couple with Emmy and although several of the people who were there knew the girl, they had never seen her hand in hand with anyone.

"Yoongi!" She called when the boy continued to laugh and shake his head.

He didn't need to answer anything, because when they arrived in front of the bartender, Emmy discovered that what he intended to give her was a bottle of water.

“Did you really think I was going to let you drink more alcohol?" Trying to give her the bottle, Yoongi saw Emmy looking for her purse.

The musician had to try very hard to convince her to let him pay for her water. Yoongi thought he had succeeded until the girl put a condition on him. She would accept his water if he agreed to dance together.

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Not a hope in hell | Part IV

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥; Stone on the Road

A/N: Sorry I update slowly. Also I'm gonna try include some angst because I haven't yet.

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❝ Don't say you need me when, you leave and you leave again ❞ Pretty When you Cry, Lana del Rey

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THIRD PERSON'S POV:

December 12th, 1971. 03:44 AM

Bobby hadn't shown up to work for a few days. He hadn't been seen home either, or by anyone in Café Verde.

Another soul, lost to the streets. That was the main image he portrayed. Nobody in the half-way house knew him by his name, and they wouldn't care to either. He didn't try socialise with any of them, if they fell back into the life they might pull him back too. Bobby didn't think he'd be tempted so easily, and didn't think he'd go back to his old ways in his own. At least if someone he knew walked past him & they got chatting, he could blame them.

Maybe it was loneliness that drove him so far from the right road. He was getting less casual with the waitress from across the road, but the more he thought about that blooming relationship the more he felt as if he was going to turn into a burden for her, like a tumour or a parasite. Bobby wasn't a ridiculously prideful character, but he was a shameful one.

He didn't know what time it was. Bobby was lying on the floor, in a cold apartment room. He had just woken up, and was covered in a cold sweat, as if he was fevered. As he came to his senses, his heartbeat steadied, and he wiped the sweat from his upper lip. He had passed out on the floor, and his inner arm veins were cut by track marks, viciously fresh. To his left, on a mold infested mattress someone too was passed out, being hugged by another, also gone. Their mouths were open, then limbs limp and their clothes smelling of god knows what. The walls were falling to bits, and there was murmuring coming from another room.

Bobby sat up, rubbing his eyes. He must've been passed out for a while, he didn't remember it being dark when he conked out; although he didn't remember anything at all about when he lost consciousness.

This was it, as if he'd never gone to jail, or tried turn his life around, he was back here. The warm embrace of heroin was the only embrace he'd ever really felt, and this was where he stooped to to be held by it.

He looked at the two passed out on the bed beside him. They were sleeping peacefully, holding each other loosely. He wondered where Kitty was, if she was in this apartment complex or another nearby. This was close to Chico's turf, if she was anywhere she'd be around here. He got her into this world, and then disappeared. The complete opposite of a saving grace, he wondered if he even deserved a second chance after that scenario.

Bobby stood up, feeling dizzy, he needed water. Stumbling around the semi-familiar apartment, he found his way to the kitchen and lowered his head to drink water straight from the tap. It was probably contaminated or some shit; this was New York; but he couldn't care less.

As he wiped the excess water from his lips, Bobby looked around for the door. He wanted to leave. Post-high clarity, he decided the people who let him lie on the floor unconscious weren't the best to be around. They never had been, and they never will be.

The hallway was colder, and so was the stairway down. It was as if the further he got from his source of a high the colder t he world around him got.

As he stepped out onto the street, a cold chill bit him. It was night time, and would be so easy to slip back inside and go back up to the room and shoot up again, to warm himself in the cold December night.

Something kept him pushing, and he shut the door behind him, stepping down the steps of the complex onto the street. He stumbled a little, and shivered dramatically as he was met with the elements of the open street.

A dog barking, old ladies sitting on low balconies gossiping, hustlers, solicitors, begging hands, footprints in the snow, rumbling engines from vehicles on the roads, the smell of hash as he turned the corner and the general smell of well; rubbish. All of Bobby's senses were being attacked as he walked down the street. His nostrils stung from the cold winter air & the smells creeping up from the sewer, his eyes stung in the cold too, and he blinked hard to stop them from going blurry.

Cold. It crept in, seeping into his bones, it stung his nose and eyes, and made him purse his lips so they wouldn't crack in the low temperatures. He thought of somewhere to go.

The half-way house took him forty minutes to reach. By then, his hands had frozen and he was balling them up in his fists as he slinked up the steps stiffly. The door didn't budge; he huffed under his breath, remembering their strict rule of all doors locked after the 1am curfew, to try prevent suspicious activities and relapses.

So now what, he couldn't go home, not that the half-way shitbox was home anyway. That's what it was, a shitbox.

Leaning against the railing, Bobby looked out onto the street, seeing Café Verde closed. He remembered y/n again, her shy smile and twinkling eyes.

05:16 AM

Y/N'S/3RD PERSON POV: (because I fucking switched halfway through oops).

My buzzer rang. I didn't hear it the first time, the second or the third. By the fourth time, I had just groggily awoken.

I looked through my open bedroom door into my hallway, looking at the phone on the wall as a little light beside it flashed. I wasn't expecting visitor's, and definitely not at- what time was it?

The clock on my bedside table read 5 AM. What a joke, must just be someone coming home late drunk trying to get in who forgot their keys. It rang again, impatiently. Something in me was compelled to answer it, like a gut feeling. Heaving out of bed, I walked into the hallway, picking up the phone connecting to the buzzer.

"Hello?"

"Y/n..?" A familiar accent answered back.

"Yeah."

"I uhh.." I heard shuffling on the other line, as if he was coming up with an excuse on the spot.

"I was out with friends, we were out in bars and pubs n' all til late, I'm far from home n' I was just wonderi-"

"You wanna come in?"

A silence was held, a quiet buzz on the line was all that told y/n they were still connected.

"If you're not busy or.. Anything, y'know."

Y/n laughed under her breath. She was busy sleeping, but she'd usually get up in another hour or so anyways so she was up for good now.

"5FA, be quiet going up the stairs, the elevator is getting repairs done."

"See you." Bobby put down the phone, & I pressed the button to open the door to the building.

Four minutes later, an exhausted man showed up at my door. He was in clothes that.. smelled, and his hair looked roughed up. He looked drained in general.

"I haven't seen you in a while, what happened?" I breathed, stepping aside from the open door to let him in.

Bobby's face twisted into one of guilt and awkwardness. He winced, inhaling as he thought up of another excuse.

"Family emergency. Rather not get into details."

Y/n bit her lip, looking down as she thought. She didn't want to be nosy, but who get's back from a family event looking like they haven't showered or slept for a year?

"If you wanna freshen up, the bathrooms down the hall on the left." She offered, pointing vaguely.

"Thanks, really." In the dim lighting of the apartment, his brown eyes seemed so soft, they looked into hers as he displayed signs of pure appreciation.

"I'll get you a towel." She said, walking back to her room to look through her drawers for one. Knowing he didn't have a second change on him, Y/n opened up the very bottom drawer. Everything she despised but couldn't bring herself to throw out or something similar was all piled up inside; to same some, her ex's clothes.

She picked out an off-white vest & pair of dark jeans. They smelled of the man's cologne, even though they'd been through the wash several times.

She stacked the folded clothing on top of a towel and handed it to Bobby who was standing in front of the shower, trying to figure out the nozzle heads.

"Turn that clockwise to turn the water on, turn that one anti-clockwise to turn up the pressure, and that one clockwise to change the temperature."

"I didn't pick up any of that." Bobby casually spoke, twisting the nozzles for himself; he didn't do well with spoken instructions.

"Just- whatever. Come out whenever you're done." Y/n sighed, leaving.

"What did you think I was gonna do when I was done, stay in here til I starved?" Bobby humoured, but got no reaction from Y/n.

She didn't feel so appreciated, and slightly resented Bobby for being so casually able to waltz in her home after basically ghosting her for the best part of a week. She wanted an explanation, for him to leave the bathroom and burst into a monologue, perfectly explaining everything.

When Bobby left the room, it was visible a little bit of life had come back into him. His skin looked cleaner, his hair no longer greasy. And that god awful smell, almost eradicated.

"Thanks for the spare pair of clothes, they your old man's?" He asked casually, dumping his worn clothes in the corner of the room.

"Uh, yeah." Y/n shrugged. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, sleep pecking at her head. Something the girl struggled with was getting to sleep early enough to wake up early enough. Her mother used to say she was nocturnal, always staying up late and not emerging from her room til it hit around 2pm. The only proven method she'd found of getting early sleep was either to completely exhaust herself during the day or do one all nighter, making the next night easy to sleep.

"I can't thank you enough, I really needed a pitstop." He yawned, leaning his hip on the side of the bed frame.

Y/n's face crumpled up. That's what she was? A pitstop? A pitstop between what and what? She wanted to be angry, but was too full of sadness.

"That's what I am? A pitstop?" Her voice wobbled, she looked at Bobby with teary eyes, feeling a little hurt.

"Oh, no. No, no I didn't mean it like that y'know baby." He lowered the tone of his voice, tilting his head as he bent lower to get his face level to hers as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"I was just jokin', sorry, I don't take much of anythin' seriously, not th-"

"You don't even take me seriously? After-" Maybe it was laughable that she was asking a man who'd known her for less than a week if he was serious, but the wave of sadness washing over her brain brought the question to the surface.

Bobby kissed her lips. Her eyes widened, before she closed them too and melted into the kiss. He had hold either side of Y/n's face, holding it softly, not wanting to leave any bruises on her soft skin. He tasted like cigarettes and smelt of them too. Even though he was wearing totally different clothes, the smell must've been etched onto his skin like a tattoo. Their lips stayed connected for a long moment, before he pulled away.

"I don't take much of anythin' seriously, not that i don't appreciate you doing this for me." He finished his sentence he was cut off from.

Y/n looked at him, her eyes wide, lips slightly apart.

"Fuck, sorry." Bobby began to inch away before Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, almost throwing herself at him as they kissed again. Bobby smiled into the kiss, holding onto the curves of her hips.

Y/n began to root through his freshly washed hair with her hands. It had only been towel dried, and was still damp. She massaged the back of his skull, which made a low groan roll from the back of Bobby's throat, one neither of them really predicted. He gripped her hips tighter, tilting his head as he kissed her deeper.

Standing at the bottom end of Y/n's bed, Y/n was slowly backed down onto the soft blanket lying on top of the mattress. Bobby's elbows rested either side of her torso as he massaged her hips & thighs. Y/n was ecstatic. She hadn't been caressed in a long while, and every time Bobby exhaled warm breath onto her face or felt his cold hands touching her warm skin her heart skipped a beat.

Y/n's hands travelled from his hair to his chest, her fingers guiding themselves over his collarbones and muscles, she almost giggled like a school girl looking at a poster of her boy-band celebrity crush as she felt his lean build. They travelled lower, but as soon as one reached Bobby's belt a hand reached down to stop it.

They parted lips, both slightly more out of breath than before, she looking into his eyes, perplexed. He looked back at hers, almost confused why he stopped himself.

"Not like this." He whispered softly, letting go of her hand and stroking her cheek as he propped himself up with the other arm.

Y/n's brows furrowed. She hadn't been intimate in months, maybe even close to a year, and this is what she gets? Edged? Teased?

"Please." She whispered into his ear, taking his jaw tenderly in both her hands, cupping it as she rubbed circles with her thumbs.

"No, I don't want to rush things." Bobby placed a hand over her, inadvertently turning her on when she felt how much bigger his hand was.

"But I do." She whined, sliding her hand out from under his to squeeze his hand. Bobby huffed a laugh, then frowned a little when he still felt her squeezing his hand, not letting go as she stared up at his face hovering above her. He clenched his jaw, biting his tongue to stop himself talking. He stared back at her, contemplating if sex this early on in their relationship would ruin it.

Still holding onto his hand, Y/n released her grasp a little. "But if you don't want to, I get it." She eased, still massaging one side of his face with her free hand. Bobby tilted his head, pushing into the massage as he closed his eyes, enjoying it.

"I don't want to ruin anything, I really do adore you, I don't want you to think this is all I want." He spoke gently, opening his eyes to become half-lidded ones. When he looked down at Y/n and met her too half-lidded eyes, he was contemplating again.

"Don't tease me just by coming this far." She whispered dangerously, creating extreme tension with the eye contact the two were holding. She looked up at him through her lashes, blinking slowly as her chest heaved with every breath, entrancing Bobby.

His dimples showed up as a smirk slid onto his features. She was good, almost too good. Bobby freed his hand from Y/n's, and took it to kiss her fingers caringly.

"Alright then."

Bobby lowered his face to her neck, pecking it with kisses. She arched her back instinctively as she put her arms around his neck once again. She tilted her head to the side so half of it was resting on a pillow. She melted into the soft bed underneath them, breathing deeply into her lungs as she took in every sip of pleasure. Bobby's hands travelled to her shoulders, plucking at the string vest resting on them. She reached down to the brim of her night shirt, pulling it over her head, revealing the whole of her upper torso. One thing Y/n forgot about sex was how vulnerable it made you feel, especially when you became undressed before your partner.

Thankfully Bobby was quick to follow, pulling his vest he had only just put on over his head as well. The skin to skin contact between their chests felt so good, it was simply exciting. Bobby's lips moving from her neck to her collarbone and the area above it, where he began sucking the skin.

The more sounds Y/n made, the hungrier Bobby became. He too had forgotten what kinds of audios can make a man mad, and the two progressed further, turning each other on step by step.

After a couple minutes of foreplay, Y/n lowered her hand down again, to his jeans. This time he didn't stop her. She could feel something poking against her leg, and her heart beat faster as she unbuckled his belt with one hand, then unbuttoned the top button. Bobby pulled his jeans down, then his boxers. He propped himself up on the opposite arm, giving the other one a break as he used that arm to place a hand on the low of her back. He used to other to pull down her pajama pants, which came off without much of a struggle.

Pausing, the two locked eyes again.

"You still sure?" Bobby breathed, now resting his free arm on the side of her hip.

"Yes." Y/n whispered, her knees resting either side of Bobby's legs.

"You sure?" He spoke quietly, staring at Y/n's face as she closed her eyes.

"Mhmph."

"You sure sure?"

"God stop messing around Bobby." Y/n's eyes flew open, a scolding expression on her face. He had on an arrogant smile, and giggling at himself a little under his breath.

As he went in, Y/n's chest lifted as she inhaled, drawing in a sharp oh. He carefully held the small of her back and the side of her hip, staring at her face as he looked to see what kind of faces she'd make. "You're beautiful." He breathed, staring at her whole underneath him.

"Mmmnnggghh, nhh, tthhankss." She arched her back higher, intertwining her own legs with his. Bobby moved both of his hands to her hips, holding them to make it easier to move in and out for him. Her legs were now wrapped around his hips, locking him into the position.

Bobby exhaled a small laugh from his nose, dimples popping up as he smiled at her. Her hair was all over, some rogue strands throwing themselves over her face. His smile slowly faded, as he began focusing on his rhythm & pace. He'd grip her hips tighter as he went in & out. It was now that he realised he'd had to pull out soon. He grinned softly at the thought that they were just so entranced by each other neither thought of protection; too impatient and excited.

Y/n was in a world of her own, she'd flutter her eyes open & shut, occasionally planting kissed on Bobby when his head dipped low enough for that to happen.

"Bobby," Y/n gasped, holding one hand on his shoulder, the other pressing against his pec. "I'm close."

He smiled with satisfaction, seeing Y/n a squirming, aroused mess below him, "Me too, baby," he'd lean down to kiss her on her forehead, and she felt his lips curled into a smile against her skin. Between each syllable they spoke to each other they panted; all they could get out between each gasp for air was a syllable anyway, anymore and they'd exhaust themselves.

Finally, with a pleasure filled moan, Y/n arched her back one last time, feeling a whole body reaction. Bobby was close behind, quickly pulling out.

He collapsed onto Y/n, the two heaving to catch their breath in the otherwise silent room. Bobby's head rested in between Y/n's breasts, pecking them with kisses, his hands letting go of her hips; one slinking herself her back to hold her body to him while the other reaching up to rub her shoulder & all along the upper bit of her arm.

She'd kiss the crown of his head, one arm resting on his back as the other cradled his jaw, her fingers running up & down his jaw & cheek in a gentle caress. Y/n moved her hand after a while to hug Bobby around his neck.

Lying there with Bobby on her chest, Y/n matched the rhythm of her breathing to his. They lay there in silence, Bobby's eyes closed with Y/n's half-lidded. With one delicate finger, she traced the outline of the muscles on his back, then his shoulder blades, then moving down his arm, to his elbow. In the dim, very early morning light, Y/n could almost make out the track marks on the inside of his arm. He pulled his arm tighter to his side, obstructing her view.

God, please don't ruin this moment.

Now Y/n knew. She already had her doubts about this whole family emergency, but now she knew. Bobby was an addict, likely to heroin, the biggest thing in New York City right now. Instead of gasping, grabbing his arm to inspect it, shouting, or any other sort of confrontation, she wrapped both arms around him, bringing him in with a tight hug as she inhaled the smell of his hair. Even his hair smelt faintly of cigarettes. She closed her eyes in his embrace, as Bobby opened his.

He wasn't sure if she had seen his track marks or not, and wasn't sure what the close embrace was for. He blindly hugged her back, why wouldn't he.

Bobby closed his eyes again, now snaking both his arms underneath the dip in her back, clinging onto Y/n as he fell into what the best rest of his life was. He had been tired for all five of the days he went missing, and now was his chance to rest.

Maybe he deserved it, finally resting against a woman's skin in a clean, safe home. It was the quietest apartment he'd ever been in. Not that the complex was high-end, but it must've been filled with retired folk & mutes for a silence this strong to linger.

On the other hand, Y/n was contemplating whether or not she should ask Bobby about his arms. It was clear the five day disappearance must've been a relapse, she knew he came from the half-way house across the street. It didn't bother her though, and she wanted Bobby to know that. As long as he'd love her and stay clean he could come back and lay here with her.

"Bobby..?" The silence was broken by Y/n's soft voice.

He didn't respond, Y/n assumed at first he had fallen asleep, but then groggily, a "Hm?" grumbled against her bare chest skin.

She bit her lip, stroking his hair with a hand distractingly as she thought of how to word what she wanted to say.

"I love you." She began,

"I love you too." Bobby sleepily pressed a kiss against her breast, snuggling up closer to her.

"And I love you for you. As in, who you are." She continued, pausing to see if he had anything more to say. His brain activity paused, then continued as he realised that she did indeed see his track marks.

"I don't care about your past, or your dark moments, I think you're a really lovely guy." She faintly whispered close to his ear. Bobby stared straight ahead, at the wall, his eyes guarded, his thoughts inside unguessable. "I love you." She repeated.

The room was silent. Y/n bit her lip again, wondering if she should have ever bothered talking to him. Maybe he didn't want to talk at all, she was just bothering the man that wanted something casual, and didn't want to change for love. Then, she felt wet on her chest. She frowned a little, before realising what it was. Bobby was crying. Then, it all came crashing down, his body began shivering, his breaths staggering as he tried control them, more tears falling down on her skin.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something back. What was there to explain? No I promise I'm not a junkie baby those 5 days I disappeared were nothing? It all happened so fast, the last thing he expected was to be crying into the arms of a stranger.

Y/n kissed the top of his head again, reassuringly caressing his scalp & holding his back too.

He buried his face in her, balling up his a hand then using the bottom of his palm to push away the tears. He went to do it again, but y/n's caressing soothed his too much, like a baby being given a pacifier, he fell back down onto her chest again, letting the air dry his tears instead of angrily pushing them away.

With one arm still around the dip in her back, he used to other one to reach up and hold Y/n's arm which was resting around his neck, as if to say don't stop holding me.

Y/n's struggled a little, but managed to pull the bedsheets crumpled up at the side over her & the now sleeping man on her chest. She held him close like he was a delicate china plate that would chip and crack if she ever let go.

Bobby fell into a deep sleep. The embrace he was in was nothing he ever felt before. It was warmer than heroin, something he never wanted to lose. Maybe that was a dramatic statement to think or feel, but he was hooked.

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

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You knew this was a horrible idea.

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job.

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside.

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in.

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless.

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief.

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself.

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically.

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit.

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was.

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot.

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening.

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred.

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit.

“I can’t believe you,” you said.

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought.

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it.

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum.

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?”

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms.

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked.

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone.

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you.

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled.

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?”

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment.

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment.

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room.

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced.

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly.

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out.

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit."

"James," you whispered.

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had.

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt.

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front.

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you.

Bucky fell in love.

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material.

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him.

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly.

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered.

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly.

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly.

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right.

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon.

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening.

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal.

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled.

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times.

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled.

“Bucky,” you whined.

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky.

“I got you, darling. I got you.”

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours.

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew.

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy.

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted.

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned.

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled.

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly.

You like being choked by Bucky.

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips.

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again.

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled.

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum.

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet.

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body.

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room.

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away.

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast.

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him.

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever.

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms.

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled.

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him.

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This wasn’t meant to be a series but I figured it would be better as one. Oh gods.

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It was an average second Tuesday when it happened. You were walking along the streets of dreary London, whistling a vaguely familiar tune. You couldn’t put your finger on why it was so familiar, and you swore it had lyrics, but they were simply out of reach. So you continued whistling the familiar melody to yourself. Everything was fine and dandy, the birds were singing and you recognized the song of a robin. Was it following your tune? No, that would be ridiculous. And then it happened.

“Y/n?”

You heard a voice coming from somewhere near you, and you jerked your head around to locate it, but the owner of the disembodied voice was nowhere to be found. So you kept walking, trying to ignore the prickling sensation on the back of your neck.

“Y/n!”

This time the voice, when it came again, was louder, and accompanied by the sound of rapidly approaching heels. It was coming from behind you. You spun on your heel to face it’s direction, fully prepared to admonish the person for calling your name out for the world to hear, but you were interrupted once again as the person, a pretty brunette carrying a strange bag and umbrella, muttered “It really is you.” Her expression was awestruck and, even though you didn’t know her you swore the expression looked out of place on her face. Before you knew what was happening she was on you, instantly molding her mouth with yours. And it was just familiar enough, her lips, that you let yourself, blinded by shock, kiss back. Let your eyes flutter closed and allowed yourself to pretend as your lips moved in sync with the stranger’s.

Stranger.

All of a sudden you jerked back as though burned, shoving the brunette off you and making both of you stumble as a result. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you?! You can’t just—just go around doing that, who do you think you are?” You screeched, eyes wide and panicked. You kissed a stranger on the street, and on what would be your day with her too. You couldn’t believe this woman’s nerve, but more you couldn’t believe you let yourself betray your love like that. Meanwhile the brunette looked at you in shock and confusion, mumbling “What do you mean? Who do I—Y/n, you know me!” “I absolutely do not!” That's when you really noticed what she was carrying. "Where did...you get those? Those aren't yours." The umbrella she was carrying looked just like the one she had, the bag was made of the same patterned carpet.

The woman kept looking at you strangely, taking a few tentative steps forward to which you matched going backwards. "No no, you stay away from me. What are you doing with he-her things?" You scolded yourself for the way your voice cracked at the mention of your....could she be considered your girlfriend? You'd never put a label on it, you were simply good friends. Good friends that kissed each other and hugged for longer than was necessary and....well, I suppose one can't have everything. But what came out of the woman's mouth next nearly made you pass out. "These are mine, darling. It's me, it's Mary," she mumbled, but you couldn't believe her words. This wasn't your Mary Poppins, you'd know her anywhere and this just wasn't her.

'Then why did her lips feel so familiar?'

You tried to shush your inner monologue, even as it made more and more sense the longer you thought of it. Well it didn't make any sense at all, but also you had a point. That kiss did feel right, she had her things, how else could that be explained? So you humored her; "Alright, say you really are my Mary. Prove it." The brunette frowned and again took some steps forward, this time you didn't back away, standing your ground as she came nearer. She had dropped her bag and set down her umbrella earlier, allowing her to place her hands on your cheeks. The contact made you shiver, but still it was recognizable. "Sweetheart...."she murmured, eyes dropping to your lips for a split second before returning to yours. This time when she pressed her lips to yours it was less intense, but somehow more intimate, and you didn't push her away.

You let her lips move against yours, but you didn’t return the gesture, even when she pushed a little harder, became a little more obviously desperate. For you to recognize her, maybe. But your brain just couldn't understand how your Mary could disappear for fifteen years and then when she reappears, she looks completely different. Even if her lips felt like home and her hands were soft like spring. The woman pulled away after thirty seconds, but stayed close as she whispered "You really don't recognize me. But why can you....how can you tell the difference?" You didn't understand what she meant, your brain fuzzy and clouding with her perfume. Even that was the same.

"Is it really you, Mary?"

You couldn't help yourself, and asked the question that had been on your mind since she kissed you the first time. The woman nodded quickly and rushed out "Yes, yes it's me my dear. It is me." Her accent was different. And as much as you wanted to believe her, wanted to fall into her arms and accept her as your savior just like you used to, you just couldn't. Because even if this was Mary Poppins, it wasn't your Mary Poppins. This was some other Mary Poppins, the same woman in a different body perhaps. You wanted to just forget it and let her take you wherever she wanted again, yet you found yourself rooted to the spot. Once Mary finally realized she wasn't really going to get anywhere she sighed sadly and stepped back, retrieving her items and turning around, beginning to walk away.

"We'll meet again, y/n. I promise."

Your time with Mary, fifteen years ago, flashed before your eyes, her departure the first time, and how she said almost those exact same words before leaving. "We'll meet again, my love. I swear it."

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When He Loved Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: My first fic and it's angst that came into my head around 3am. I've always wanted to write fics, but I didn't like how I wrote and I was embarrassed. First time writing for others so I tried to keep away from using just she/her pronouns, but if that's what you'd like just lemme know

I can write for other fandoms, and imma make a list of the fandoms I like bc I have so many I forget. I'll also add some other things if it interests me. Not comfortable with nsfw just yet so apologies. Anyways, enjoy the fic ig and please give me criticism if you see something wrong

idk how tumblr works with spacing and all that so hopefully this comes decent looking

Prompt: Please, don't leave me.

TW: S**cide mention

Every day had started to feel the same to you for a while now.

It started when he began missing date nights with you. He was always so excited about them, and then they were happening less and less often. You still saw him on occasion, but it felt more like "business" than anything else.

You didn't get the same giddy feeling you used to get when you'd see him; it felt like going out with him was more of a chore. You couldn't even complain to him about it even if you wanted to. Anytime you did see him long enough, he was always gone within a second, always in a rush. You never knew what he even did with himself or if he was thinking about you at all.

It definitely didn't help that you'd always catch him hanging out with his friends. You confronted Ned about it, but he was always so dismissive. Hell, you had even talked to Michelle about the whole thing. At first, she sympathized, but then it was as if a switch was flipped. You used to go to her to vent about Peter and the relationship. Now, she was practically telling you that you were overreacting.

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You felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown.

Learning about a loved one's passing is always one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with, especially when it's someone you deeply care about.

You had just received the news that your best friend had killed himself a couple of hours ago.

You didn't know how to feel.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. There was no warning.

You and he had been friends since childhood, and you knew each other so well that neither one of you could even remember a time when the other wasn't around.

Your hands shook as you picked up the phone to call Peter. Your tears finally fell as you listened to the constant ringing of the phone, and you knew he wasn't going to answer. Rage grew within you as you heard his voicemail message causing you to throw your phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you fell to the ground and let out a wailed sob.

Why did this have to happen?

You could barely catch your breath between sobs.

Your body shook.

You didn't care about anything anymore.

You didn't care about Peter anymore.

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Weeks had passed, and Peter was exhausted.

Tracking down a gang, taking them down, and meeting another Spider-Man had just been a lot for him to take in. He was so tired, he didn't even want to think about it anymore. His back ached as he climbed through his window.

He was just so damned tired.

He stripped out of his suit, took off his web-shooters, and placed them back in his closet. Then, he took a quick shower.

His job was a bit easier to have Ned and MJ know he was Spider-Man. Now he just had to tell you.

Peter stood in the middle of the room and weighed out what would happen. He felt sorry for lying to you, and he knew that he was being distant. He just didn't have the courage to deal with any of it because he was worried about you. He couldn't lose you too.

As Peter lied down to finally get some rest, he wondered how you were doing. Karen had said you tried calling him, but he couldn't answer he had been in the middle of a stakeout.

He got up and rummaged through his book bag to get his phone, turning it on to scroll through his messages. He sat up as he realized how many he had gotten. Had something happened?

As he scrolled through, his heart broke. So many people had posted about the loss of Jay and were gossiping about why he did it. When he finally went through them all, he looked at your one missed call and gulped.

You had called him that day, and he didn't pick up.

He clicked the voice mail and listened to the message. All that he could hear were your pained sniffles, a shout, and then the line cut off.

He felt sick as he replayed the message.

Peter already felt awful about lying to you; he had to fix this. He quickly texted you, put his web-shooters back on, and was ut the window.

He knew the way to your house, so it took him no time to et there. As he was getting ready to knock on your window, he did a double-take and took a closer look.

Someone was sitting in your room; it looked like he had been waiting for you. Peter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the guy. He was wearing a red and green jacket with shorts and sneakers. He also looked like he was wearing tights?

Suddenly, you walked into the room, so Peter backed away from the window to hide in the shadows. You seemed to be upset as you were wiping your eyes quite a bit.

"I'm sorry Miles. I didn't think I'd start crying like that," you said as you sat on your bed.

"Hey, it's okay," he replied as he stood up and moved closer to you. You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure. Peter didn't quite know how to react. Who was this? What was going on?

"I just...he..." you groan out in frustration as you grip your hair. Miles' eyes widen as he sees tears start flowing from your eyes again.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug as you shake your head.

"It's complicated, and besides, that's what our therapy's for" you chuckle dryly. Miles' eyes wander the room as he tries to think of something to do to cheer you up. "How 'bout we go out tonight?" he suggests.

"I don't like the tone of that voice" you sass as you turn to give him a look. Peter watches Miles turn around, and his eyes widen. Miles was wearing a suit, a Spider-Man suit. The same Spider-Man he saw the other week.

"Any place you wanna go to, we'll go" he adds with a cheeky smile. "Really? You're not busy?" You cross your arms as you stare him down.

"Nah, night's been quiet. Besides, I might be busy tomorrow, then you'd miss your favorite person in the world" he winks as you begin to smile. Peter's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He thwipped a web to the building across from yours and sat down on the edge of the roof. Pulling out his phone, he sent you a text.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Giggling could be heard from across the street. Peter looked up and bit his lip as you glanced at your phone and threw it on your bed. You got onto Miles' back, and you both swung away.

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After you tried calling Peter that day, you stopped reaching out to him altogether. You decided that you'd wait to talk to him until he finally realized you weren't there. It had been about five weeks, and in those five weeks, you had gone to therapy and counseling.

You met Miles in counseling. He was sweet but seemed to get off topic a lot. When you were getting ready to leave one session, he had come up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, and let out a simple "Hey." One thing led to another, and you had both bonded over your losses. You went to Miles' uncle's funeral, and he went to Jay's funeral with you.

You were currently sitting on a swing at the playground as you waited for Peter. It was taking him forever to show, and at this point, you wanted to get this whole conversation over with.

Frowning, you looked around, wondering why he was taking so long. He should've been here by now. Maybe he decided not to come after all.

When that thought crossed your mind, you scoffed and stood up. Before you could go anywhere, however, you felt someone gently grab your hand. Looking back, you saw Peter staring at you with a small smile on his face.

"You came."

"Of course I did"

Peter pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around you. You take a deep breath as you stare off towards the slide. He pulls away when he realizes you're not hugging him back. The both of you pull away awkwardly as you look at each other.

"Peter-" "(Y/N)-" both of you speak at the same time.

"I- I have o tell you something" he starts with a stutter. You wait patiently as you motion for him to continue. "I know th-that I've been....not here for you for a while-" he cuts himself off when he hears you scoff.

"I.....I had these things, and I should've told you as soon as we started dating, and I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole, more than that actually" you roll your eyes and shake your head as he continues.

"I just.....I love you, and I want you to know that even though I don't show it a lot" he finishes as he rubs the back of his head nervously.

The good thing about coming to this park was that there was usually no one here, and you were glad no one was here right now because boy were you fuming. "Told me about what Parker?" Your hand goes to your hip as you glare at him.

"W-Well....uhm......that guy that you talk to.......I'm like him I guess. Spider-Man." Your eyes widen when you hear the first part. "How the hell do you know I've been talking to someone?"

Peter stumbles with his words as he realizes he's been caught red-handed, "Uh...I was gonna visit yesterday, and I kinda....saw you..talking to him....." You narrow your eyes as you pick up a stick and throw it at him. He ducked before he could get hit, but you were already in his face.

"You were spying on me?!"

"I-I wasn't trying to! I was just-"

"Christ Peter!" All this time of you not being here, and now all of a sudden you just wanna show up out of nowhere because of what?! Jay?! Is that why you're finally talking to me?!" Panic stirs in Peter's eyes as he tries to come up with an excuse.

"I tried so hard to get you to talk to me, and you only wanna talk now because of that shit?! Peter, I can't do this shit with you anymore. I don't care if you're Spider-Man; what was the point of not telling me in the first place?! We live in New York for God's sake!!"

Your face is red as you frustratingly wipe away your tears with your forearm. Peter stays silent as he watches you; he can't say anything right now because you've hit the nail on the head.

"Y-You know what, fuck this. I can't do this shit any-anymore, Peter. But please tel-tell me; w-what did I do wrong? I di-did my best to keep both of us h-h-happy. Please, just tell me what I did wr-wrong." Your words are barely recognizable as you hold yourself to keep you're shaking body still.

Peter steps forward, but instead of stopping him like he thought you would, he cups your face gently as he looks into your eyes.

"(Y/N).....I'm so sorry I made you think this was all your fault. You did make me happy; you still do. I just...I've been so busy being Spider-man that I've neglected you, and I'm sorry for that. But I do still love you, (Y/N). I swear I'll stop doing everything just for you. I-I'll give up being Spider-Man."

You watch him unravel as he keeps talking. You can't bring yourself to care, however, as he spills his heart out. Too much disappointment has built up over the months.

"Pete...."

"Please......(Y/N), just give me another chance. I'll do anything, just please, don't leave me." His voice is soft and insecure as he begs you, almost quivering as he says it. It doesn't invoke any sort of feeling in you though. His sad eyes watch as you pull away from him,

"I'm sorry Peter" you whisper softly as you turn around and walk away.

He doesn't run after you or even shout.

Peter simply watches you walk away until you're out of view. The only thing he can hear is your footsteps as they fade into the distance.

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A/N: Alright so...this whole thing was based on how I could see him being Spider-Man in the beginning ig? Imo I feel like between him and Miles, the latter would be the first to tell you he's Spider-Man

And I always felt like him being away like that with no real reason would make an s/o feel like it's their fault or sumn. Like, I've always seen fics where he and the reader always make up about it, but I wanted to try the bad ending where even though he had good intentions, he's just not ready to handle being a hero, student, and partner.

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Don't Belong Here (2019 Genie X Reader)

Request: Howdy ho! Before we begin, I just want to say that your writing is truly beautiful and amazing and I loved every single one I've read! You are truly talented, and you should never give up!! Alrighty, so, I was wondering, could I request something? For a while now I've been crushing on Genie from Aladdin 2019 (I think it's 2019 [live action]). So maybe you could write up a little something for him? Maybe helping the reader through a panic attack? Maybe sprinkle some cuddles in there too? And just fluff! Fluff everywhere! Teeth rotting fluff!! Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to! No pressure!!

A/n: Sorry if this is a little OOC I wrote this at like 2:30am when I couldn't sleep but the good news is I think it cured my writer's block. Also to be clear this is set after the events of Aladdin but before Genie leaves on his exploration of the world, I kind of just didn't mention Dalia so up to you if she exists in this or not. Either way, hope you enjoy!

You sat alone in the peace and quiet of the sleeping city of Agrabah. Everyone had long since gone to sleep, eager to start another day of hustle and bustle. Everyone except you. Technically, you weren’t even supposed to be here. Your proper place was in the palace, with your best friend Aladdin and his new beau, Jasmine. But that was actually exactly where your problem lied.

Growing up on the streets, Aladdin had been all you’d ever had. Well, not counting Abu. You had been the same to him. Wherever one of you was, the other was sure to follow. Thieving, trickery, but also sharing with those less fortunate than yourselves. You were basically siblings, actually because neither of you really knew where you came from, you just pretended you were siblings.

The two of you had spent years together on the hardened street, nothing could split you up.

And then Jasmine showed up, Aladdin was knocked off his feet before he could even really see what hit him. You’d been happy for him, and if you were being truly honest, you still were. But now that everything had calmed down, there was no more evil to fight… You missed the days when it was just the two of you.

Aladdin had adjusted quickly to life in the palace, he fit right in with Jasmine to help him. The Sultan loved him, even Rajah loved him (and that was saying something because that cat was very fickle) but you couldn’t seem to get it right yourself.

Every time you tried to do something; you were always shut down.

“You’re not sitting straight enough.”

“(Y/n)! Don’t touch that!”

“Please, don’t disturb the royal cooks while they’re preparing dinner.”

You knew they had good intentions, especially Aladdin, but the words stung. You didn’t belong in the palace, you belonged here on the streets of Agrabah. You were currently sat in you and Aladdin’s old ‘home’, more like hideout.

If he wanted to find you, he could, but you’d been gone for hours, and he hadn’t shown once so you were doubtful he would. At least you could breathe now, out of the stuffy walls of the palace, the air was crisper. You didn’t feel trapped anymore…

“Why would you come here of all places? Seriously, it reeks, no offense. If I had my magic, I could make this place a little nicer. Maybe a rug… Not a flying one, you be quiet,” A voice startled you from your thoughts and you leapt to your feet, but it was only Genie. He wasn’t much of a genie now, since his powers had been stripped when Aladdin had granted his wish, but you all still called him that anyway.

Personally, you wondered if everyone was just too scared to ask if he had an actual name. Either way, you didn’t plan on solving any new mysteries tonight.

“Leave me alone, you have more important things to worry about. Seeing the world, or whatever,” you turned back to the view of Agrabah, not really looking but needing something to distract you from the tears that threatened to fall. What were you even so upset about?

He sat beside you, letting a beat pass before answering. “Aladdin said you might be out here, he wanted to come himself but he’s-“

“Busy with the princess, there’s a surprise,” you stood from your spot on the ledge and began pacing, “living in the palace is the worst thing that’s ever happened to us. I never see him anymore and when I do, he’s nothing like he was before. What happened with Jafar and Jasmine and you… It changed him. But it left me the same. Now it’s like, like I don’t fit in anywhere.”

You hadn’t noticed while you’d been talking that your pace had gotten faster until Genie stood, placing his hands on your shoulders to stop you. You’re breathing was heavy, like you’d just run a marathon. The room felt like it was spinning, you stumbled slightly, and he helped you back to sitting.

“You’re stressing yourself out, breathe, kid,” he rubbed your back gently as you placed your face in your hands.

“I’m not a kid, I’m an adult,” you responded dryly, but you didn’t care. You were barely an adult anyway, only a few years older than Aladdin. The two of you sat in silence, him rubbing your back and you trying to hold yourself together.

He sighed, shaking his head. “You know, kid, just because Aladdin has a lot of responsibility now doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. But I think you’re right, even though he wanted the best for you by bringing you to the palace, it’s not your pace. I can see it in your eyes every time somebody drags you along to something or you’re given a task to do.”

You wiped your eyes and sat up slightly, still feeling miserable. If even Genie had noticed it, that voice in your head must be right. You don’t belong here; you don’t belong anywhere.

“Why hasn’t he noticed?” You asked softly. Genie shrugged.

“Kid, when we love someone, we do things, and we don’t always realize those things can actually hurt the people we love. Even though we have good intentions,” he shook his head sadly, “you should know that better than anyone after helping Aladdin with his whole ‘I’m a prince’ she-bang.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “You helped with that too!”

He laughed, pointing to you gleefully. “I know, but at least I got you to stop looking like a wounded puppy.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while after that, listening to the peaceful quiet night of Agrabah. The hustling, bustling city was rarely ever like this. You would miss it in the morning when everyone woke up.

“Come with me, (Y/n), we can see the world together.” Genie finally broke the silence, it seemed like he’d been trying to ask you this for a while but had never been able to find the right words to say.

You hesitated. “I don’t know, I can’t just leave Aladdin alone- What if-“

“He’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He has the Sultan, Jasmine, Rajah and Abu. A whole army at his command, technically. You said it yourself, you don’t belong in a palace. You belong out in the open, exploring. It’d be nice if you had someone familiar,” he stopped to point to himself with a big grin, “to spend time with while doing it.”

You studied the rooftops of Agrabah, seeing everything now from a new light. He was right, of course. You’d just needed a shift in perspective. All of the panic and anxiety from the past little bit edged away slowly. Before you could stop yourself, you hugged him, and he hugged you back.

The two of you stayed like that until well after the sun came up. You needed the extra comfort and also, it’d been a while since you’d slept. Genie didn’t mind, it wasn’t like he had anywhere urgent he needed to be.

As the two of you walked back to the palace, side by side, you turned to him.

“Since it was your idea, you have to tell Aladdin,” You grinned and raced ahead to the palace. You could hear him begin to pick up his pace to follow you, calling to you about how that wasn’t fair.

Hopefully Aladdin wouldn’t be too upset about you leaving, after all, adventure was calling.

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dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

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Author's Note: Hi that isn't my GIF. But this is my fic and I would really appreciate it if you told me how you thought it was, and if you especially like it, my requests are open friends. :3 I have the spicy sad right now, and needed a little angst with a happy ending. Ok, be fed I guess.

This has 3,000+ words, are you proud of me or what!?

From the prompt: As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has until then.

"Hey Tommy? I was thinking."

"That's a shit idea, you should stop doing that"

You swiped at the back of his head.

"Shut up you ass, I'm serious."

"Hi serious I'm- OW fucking hurt is what I am it's a joke, learn to take a-AH." You hurdled a handful of playground pebbles at the 17 year old.

"Alright, alright gorgeous, hit me- No! I meant hit me with the question you little shit." It was getting hard to breathe when he got you to giggle so hard.

You're laughter died down. You looked down, unsure if you could look at his face when you said this.

"I don't have a boyfriend." He abruptly stopped laughing, hiding the obvious fact that he almost choked on his own spit. You breathed a laugh again.

"I don't have a boyfriend. And you don't have a girlfriend." Your smile slipped off.

Tell him. Tell him, you're almost there. I don't have anyone, and you don't either except we do we have each we have each other we have-

You looked to Tommy, his boyish presence fitting on the swing set made for much younger kids. You were much younger kids when you met for the first time, on this very swing set. You think about telling him you fell in love with him when he pushed Jackson Paloski down on the asphalt because Jackson said trailer-trash can't play on the nice swing set. You didn't know it was love though, you were in the fourth grade but your heart still beat a little faster and when you asked him if you could sit beside him during lunch he huffed and complained, showing off he was moody and tough and haughty, but he very obviously made Michael Welsh move from his spot beside Tommy so that the pretty new girl could take her place beside him. And you stayed there. For years. Right beside him.

You felt the breath leave your lungs as you thought about telling him you can't stop thinking about him lately.

Can't stop hoping your skin will touch when he asks you to pass him something.

Can't help feeling like punching every girl that makes a scene trying to gain his attention. You're usually so focused on glaring at the girl that you miss the way he shrinks in on himself, the way he actively turns his body to you.

You think about telling him. And how telling him could mean you could do more, be more.

You think about telling him. And you think about him pulling away from you, gently gathering his things as he stumbles over how to let you down easily, unaware that that's not an option any more. Tommy letting you down would mean shattering.

You clench your jaw. His eyes try to tell you something.

"So. So since. We don't have someone." You look toward the Shell gas station across the street. Tommy wets his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.

Your throat twinges, the twinge you get when you're trying to hold back tears. You shrug to yourself and let out a breathy laugh.

Coward.

"So since we don't have hot dates, we should make a deal." You make your voice upbeat. You know Tommy can call your bullshit but he doesn't, sit's quietly.

"If by the time we're 35, and we don't have a, someone, to, ya' know. We should get married." Your heart clenches. "If we don't have. Like if I don't have a husband, and you don't. Have a girl, or-" Tommy is quiet. White hot panic races up your spine. You look over at him.

Tommy looks-

He looks like he's frozen, like he's still a few sentences behind, and you're about to throw in the towel and swallow a few of these pebbles so you'll choke and die and won't have to hear his laughter tear apart your heart.

Then Tommy blinks and kind of hunkers in on himself, looks anywhere but you, eyes shifting and darting. His smile isn't his when he manages it.

"Oh, you're so on, sweetheart."

It's not quite right. The atmosphere is still tense and you feel like there's a conversation you're meant to be having, like there were supposed to be different words spoken and heard during that time.

But having Tommy, even if it's like this, even if he doesn't want you like you ache for him, is better than not having him at all.

Beside you, while you hurt quietly beside him, watching the sun set, rocking back and forth on the too low swing, Tommy swallows down self-hatred and overwhelming feelings. Instead, he schemes.

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It's been five years since you've made your little deal with Tommy. Five years, and every single time you've tried to move on from the man, it's ended in catastrophe.

The time you two had just graduated high school and drove to Tommy's house so his older brother could congratulate you two. Brendan had had a buddy over that night, not much older than you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't flush appreciatingly at his sly smile toward you and the way he actively tried to add you in on the conversation.

The night ended rather abruptly when Tommy had spilled hot tea all over the guys front. Tommy was always collected, and it was rare moment when he was clumsy. Never mind the fact that Tommy never drank tea, and actively made fun of you drinking the stuff.

Or the time you two reluctantly went to Brendan's wedding. You loved Tess, and thought they were a great couple, but stomaching an entire ceremony of the two being gross and affectionate, all while you and Tommy couldn't boo and throw miscellaneous items at them? The entire evening was spent with Tommy snuggly against your side snarking quietly in your ear, so close you could feel his warm breath on the entire side of your face.

Yes, your plan of moving on was going swimmingly.

Then Tommy went to the bathroom, and a handsome man smiled at you across the room. You tentatively smiled back, and he moved as if to cross the distance. Then immediately stopped, his face dropping and his eyes widening slightly as he spotted something a little over your shoulder. You saw him clear his throat and veer toward a large group laughing.

Your felt your face slightly warm and your heart drop a little, self consciously looking over your shoulder.

And let out a noise of surprise.

Tommy stood behind you, so close for a second you thought a very well dressed wall had somehow appeared while you weren't looking. You had just enough time to see 'The Expression'.

Tommy was an amazing fighter. And all throughout high school, he made sure while he minded his own, he could also hold his own, and everyone knew it. He had developed an expression, one that scared every single boy in this town shitless. It was a mix between unbridled rage and open invitation. The message was pretty clear and universal.

Come get some.

You usually laughed and teased him about it, because to you it just looked like he stubbed his toe and he was trying not to yell.

You weren't expecting to see it at his brother's wedding, and you certainly weren't laughing now.

In a blink it was gone from his face, and he turned to you with his beautiful sweet smile, the smile that showed just a little peak of his slightly messed up front teeth. He usually reserved that smile for you. You had never seen anyone else on the receiving end.

"Tommy, why were you just-"

"This blows, I just passed Tess and Brendan flirting. They're already married, why would they keep doing that." He rolled his eyes, moving to your side as his hand disappeared behind your back.

"Tommy did you just square up to the guy checking me ou-"

"Brendan's friend is here, the one who can can do a Kick Up."

You stared at each other for a long moment. You felt his hand barely ghosting over the small of your back. His eyes where sharp, a little desperate.

"Tommy."

"There's also a rumor he killed a guy with just a playing card."

You licked your lips. He raised his eyebrows, his lips getting distracting.

"Shit Conlon, why didn't you start with that, take me to him."

Or the time, more recently, when you went to a match to watch Tommy completely destroy his opponent. You loved going out to see him fight. Loved the adrenaline and the satisfaction when Tommy won, making him less timid, a little more rowdy and confident, a little more touchy and feely.

You've kind of given up on the whole moving on thing, even if it was driving you up a wall.

Tommy had just won, and you were eagerly waiting to congratulate him, excited to hug him freely, without him wondering why you were hugging him to begin with. And maybe to hold on a little tighter. Maybe to allow your hands to rove a little more freely.

Hey, was it not a night for celebration?

A man started to chat you up. You smiled patiently and gave some noncommittal grunts and affirmations as you continued to scan the crowd, looking for the familiar mass of Tommy, all hard edges and bulk. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet.

The guy moved closer, making a joke you didn't really hear. You laughed, your eyes darting and searching.

"You look beautiful by the way. I saw you watching the fight, crazy that you're into this stuff. Not a lot of women I know cheer like that."

You finally glance over to the man, but quickly get back to standing on your tip toes, looking above heads.

He doesn't even look that bad, and it's obvious he wants to get your number. He's just not the man you want chat with, and definitely not tonight. Not on a night that Tommy just won, and a night he'll want to come over to yours, joking and teasing, touching you much more confidently than he normally would. Falling asleep much more easier with his head on your lap.

You tamp down a smile. You wouldn't want this guy to get the wrong idea.

"You know, there's a really good Thai place down the road- Ah, fuck, watch it buddy. Can you not look where you're go-" You hear the man choke off the sentence, trying not to smile as you imagine the other guy. probably a lot bigger than he is. Wouldn't want to completely ruin his night by laughing at the guy.

"Fuuck me, buddy, sorry. I did not know who I was talking to." You could hear the man swallow. "Hey, I think you did great in the ring tonight, real good job of... Knocking that guy out. With one punch."

You whirled around, smiling so wide you felt the strain on your cheeks. There was only one guy who did that tonight.

Sure enough, Tommy was standing there. He had put on a shirt and took his gloves off, but he was still sweaty and breathing hard. He completely stanced up, like he is in the ring, and his expression was-

Well, you chalked it up to the testosterone flowing freely through the place. Probably just mad that he ran into another dude.

It still didn't stop you from running and jumping directly on him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, legs completely circling his torso. You giggled into his neck, exclaiming how proud you were of him, how good he looked out there, completely stroking his ego, but not caring at the moment.

You felt his arms immediately span your back, feeling like his hands where trying to be everywhere at once. That was new. That was new and you couldn't say you hated it.

What you didn't see was the look on Tommy's face. The cold calm of someone who just threw a punch so hard at a man who was bigger and faster than him and shut his shit down. Directed at another man, much slower and smaller in comparison.

You didn't see the stranger's face pale, but you distantly heard the sound of chairs clatter to the ground as he turned tail.

Five years of pining (not so) quietly for Tommy, the man you had fallen in love with, but without a doubt did not love you back.

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Tommy knew without a doubt that he loved you.

All those years back in fourth grade, when he let it slip that his favorite snack was those crackers with the cheese filling, and you showed up with a whole pack of them to share, smiling this big goofy grin with your beautiful eyes and warm presence.

God how could he not.

The problem was how he was supposed to convince you to like him back. Him, Tommy, who fought most of his way through high school, who didn't like to get too close to people, who didn't like eye contact or conversation that ran too long or too forced. Who loved you though.

And who was very annoyed at the boy flirting with his girl.

It never failed to make Tommy's blood boil. He knew he had no right, because for one, he spent five years doing his damned best to break up every chance at you leaving him.

Just until you guys turn 35, right Tommy boy? You can probably keep that up.

Tommy breathed in a shuttering breath.

He just wanted to buy you your favorite drink at your favorite café. That's all he wanted to do. And maybe find and excuse to hold your hand without burning up from the embarrassment of actually having feelings (can you imagine?).

But of course, some dick-head always noticed how beautiful or kind or warm you were, and had to take their shot.

Well, Tommy was fucking sick of it.

Tommy thought of all the times, and there were a lot of times, when he had to step in and derail the situation. He knew this would be the last time. He had to do this, get rid of the unrelenting ache he felt while going to sleep, looking at you, thinking about you.

Tommy moved toward the you and the man you were talking to like he was entering the ring. With the mindset that he could get totally and irreversibly hurt, but he was gonna fight to the bloody end beforehand.

"Do you need directions?" Tommy asked as he slid up behind you, closer than he would have ever before. He felt your confusion even if he couldn't see your face.

"What?" The man was just as quizzical.

"Oh, I was just asking if you needed directions or if you could get lost on your own." Tommy raised his eyebrows, setting his hand on your hip, trying not to think about the many, many questions you'd have about that.

The man thought about arguing, but then he really looked at Tommy. Looked at you, then back to Tommy. Decided he didn't want to bleed tonight, and huffed out an angry sound.

You at least waited until he was out of ear shot before whirling on him.

"What. What was that?"

"Ok, I know what your probably thinking-"

"That you're out of your mind Tommy?! Are you kidding me right now? 'Get lost?' Get outta here with that shit, what was that?"

The two of you were pretty far back in the shop, but he still lowered his voice to make sure no one was bothered.

"Ok, yes, you're mad, I can see that-"

"Oooooh well I'm glad you can see that Tommy." You felt your face start to turn red, feeling exhausted and confused. "Explain. Explain to me Tommy, that every time a guy wants to have a nice, civil, God forbid, flirtatious conversation with me, he high tails it out of there just as fast, Tommy, explain."

Tommy felt an expanding ache somewhere behind his left eye.

"Ok. Ok I'm gonna say something stupid-"

"You always say something stupid, stupid-"

"Can you just. Can you let me finish." Tommy felt exasperated and a little insane. He was about to confess in a coffee shop to the girl he loved and things would never be the same again because she was about to leave, but fuck it if he wasn't at a boiling point.

"Ok. You know how we made a deal?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrows.

"About who could spray the most whipped cream in their mouth? Yeah it's me, it'll always be me. So you got so mad you're trying to, what, make sure I die alone, I don't..."

"What? No can you not, can you focus right now?" Tommy's palms were starting to sweat and he clenched his eyes shut tight. He breathed in and let it back out in one harsh huff. "When we were seventeen-"

"Seventeen?"

"When we were seventeen you said that if we weren't married by the time we were 35, that we should marry each other." He watched as your eyes widened and your face warmed a little. "Well, the deals off. I'm not doing it any more."

Tommy wasn't sure what to expect, but the flash of utter pain that tore across your face was not it. You stepped back, looked like you were about to bolt, your eyes wild. You tried to pull yourself together but it was really hard to breathe. No matter how many times you tried to prepare yourself for this day, you could have never imagined how it actually almost brought you know to your knees.

"So. Here's the new deal. If in like, five minutes, you're still single, and I'm still single..." Tommy swallowed hard, licking his lips. "We should just." His eyes darted to your lips.

You froze. Tommy caught his lush lower lip in between his teeth. He'd never been more nervous his entire life. So nervous for the inevitable laugh, the pity laced rejection, because really, it was one thing to be friends with a shy awkward boxer, but another to look at him and think, 'yeah, that'll do.'

Tommy had approximately five seconds to wallow in self deprecation and pure terror before he had a handful of you, and something that suspiciously felt like lips on his lips. But that's funny, because he's almost positive that that's not the case.

Then he felt your tongue swipe his lip and decided he cared fuck all and proceeded to get lost in you, your breaths, God he could feel, taste, your breath as you both got consumed by each other.

Someone coughed disapprovingly your way. The two of you broke apart, panting slightly.

"Ok, ok please don't. I really don't want you to hit me but I'm really fucking dense, right, and I just have to ask, you did that because you. You like like me- OW I said I didn't want you to hit me!"

You felt yourself laughing, felt your never ending ache subside and your love sky rocket.

"Oh, you're an idiot," You pecked his lips, he tried to catch your mouth fully but failed. "You are such and idiot- Oh my God we're both idiots holy- Hey. Hey, you, you've been. Have you been sabotaging-"

"Did you hear that?" Tommy tilted his head and looked toward the ceiling. "Ope- oh yeah. No. yeah, that's for sure the sound of-" He cut off, dropping his serious expression, grinning as he leaned down and kissed your mouth again, this time taking your words and any objections, affectively cutting off any questions that would leave him looking stupid.

You two would need to sit down, to talk about how you've felt all these years, how you were both so stupid that you both refused to confess to each other.

But for now, you lost yourself in the taste of Tommy, and the heady feeling of someone you've loved for seemingly forever, loving you back.

Real Quick: Would you be mad if in the next fics I write I called this man Tomithy? Asking for a friend.

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shania-twain · 3 years

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au. the met.

She caught his eye from across the way. He was leaning against a column, looking at her curiously.

Used to men staring at her, she quirked a brow at him and he shook his head slightly, looking away. His cheeks were pink from embarrassment. She found that a little endearing. Usually men didn't give a shit if they were caught ogling her.

Amanda is enthusiastically greeted by her friend Lara with a kiss on the cheek and a friendly hug. Over Lara's shoulder, she spots the tall man again. He's turned slightly and she takes the opportunity to study his side profile, her interest piqued. A quick glance to his hands to check for a wedding ring and she's excited to find it bare. His hair is gray, but she likes the silver fox look. Face clean shaven, body lean and a lopsided, closed mouth smile.

"How are you liking the gallery so far? Isn't it neat?" Lara interrupted her thoughts and Amanda tried to focus on her friend. "Find any pieces you like?"

"I like most of 'em," she answered with a small shrug. Her first time at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City was uneventful, as she wasn't the biggest fan of art pieces. Though she chalked it up to never having been to a real museum like this and her parent's lack of interest in taking her and her sister anywhere cultured.

Her friend Lara dragged her here with a promise to return her to her hometown in Georgia "a sophisticated lady." She had scoffed at that, but agreed to go, glad to have a reason to dress up nicely.

With it being her last night in New York, she wanted to have a nice dinner and then maybe a bar afterwards with a group of her friends from college. They had been at the museum for nearly an hour and she was ready to go. She could use a drink after another full day of activity. She was really dreading the flight home tomorrow.

"Hey," Lara told her, taking her out of her thoughts. Her friend probably sensed her discomfort by the way she had her arms crossed, but really she was just chilly. "Let's go say goodbye to Steven and then we can get an early dinner. Sound good?"

Amanda nodded, smiling pleasantly as Lara began to lead her over to a friend of hers she had been introduced to earlier. Catching the gaze of the stranger again, she watched him curiously this time. He doesn't look away, even goes so far as to send her a small, friendly grin, dimples in his cheeks. She thought he was damn adorable.

She briefly wished she was alone so she could approach him without ditching her friend.

She watched him try and smoothly break their gaze by pretending to be interested in a painting nearby. She let out a laugh as he placed his large hand on his chin, feigning contemplation on the artwork. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her smile flirtatiously at him. He swore his heart jumped at the sight.

She was beautiful. Sexy in every way. Her long legs were accentuated by red heels. She wore a white dress that complimented her figure and hugged her curves. His eyes didn't miss the plunging neckline either. Her hair was golden, styled on her head and flowing in waves down her back. She was elegant, classy, and had a smile as bright as the sun.

Noticing that she seemed to be leaving with a girl friend, he felt himself moving toward the exit. He hoped to have some sort of interaction with her, somehow.

He found her outside the museum, shivering, her friend nowhere to be found. Taking a deep breath, he casually walked up to her.

"Hi," he said, trying not to sound too eager. He was shoulder to shoulder to her, though she was a tad bit shorter than him in the heels.

She glanced up at him, a surprised look on her face. He felt his own face flush at the delighted smile on her lips. She detected an accent from him, a smidge different from the regular New York one she had been hearing for days. "Hi," she said.

She had a deep southern accent. It may have been the first time he ever thought it was adorable. He may already be a little biased, though.

"Did you friend ditch you?" He looked around and didn't find the other woman she had been with.

"Nah, she's still inside," she said, gesturing behind her to the building. "Ran into someone. I told her I'd wait out here."

He smirked at her slightly bouncing in place, clearly freezing. "Ya regrettin' that?"

"I'm fine," Amanda defended, rocking on her heels now.

Sonny found himself taking off his jacket and offering it to her. She raised both eyebrows so high, he almost laughed.

"Thanks, but you're a stranger."

He held the jacket over one arm, holding out his hand to her. "I'm Dominick, nice to meet you."

When she took his hand and shook it, she shivered for a different reason. His hold was light, hand warm, his eyes gentle and soft on hers. "Amanda."

Letting go of her hand, he offered his jacket again with a dimpled grin. "Now we're not strangers. Take it while you wait, it's fine."

She still looked doubtful but she did grab it. She was shivering in front of this handsome man and it was embarrassing. "I didn't know it could be so cold in April." As she slipped the large jacket over her shoulders, she gave him a look. "Sure you're not a serial killer?"

At his nod, she left the jacket on, eyeing his professional suit underneath. His blue tie had polka dots on it and she got the sense that he wasn't like the guys she was usually attracted to. "I'm a criminal prosecutor."

Impressed, she lifted a brow again. "So you've been in the room with serial killers?"

He laughed and she found herself mesmerized with the sight of his eyes crinkling. "Not very much, I usually prosecute sex crimes."

"Oh, wow," she said in surprise, "that's gotta be a damn hard job."

"It is," he said honestly. "What do you do?"

She tugged his jacket closer to her, smelling the cologne inside of it. "I'm a social worker. I help kids in difficult domestic situations at home. Among other things."

Her eyes held something dark in them, he noticed, as she told him this information and he thought maybe she could find the same darkness in his. She stepped closer to him, excusing it for the body heat and not the way he smelled and the way he looked at her. Like she was something more. As if she could offer something more than just a body.

"That's incredible," he smiled, "you must be a hero to those kids."

She shook her head humbly. "They're amazing kids. It's wonderful to see kids in awful situations thrive despite the odds against them."

Amanda couldn't believe she was opening up in any way to this man. A stranger, no less. But she figured he could understand, as he's probably seen troublesome things in his own line of work.

"Anyway," she tried to lighten the subject, "back home people don't believe in these kids enough. I want to help them as much as I can."

Smiling softly at her, he asked, "where's home?"

"Georgia," she answered, waving her hand, "small town."

"Amanda!" A voice called out and she turned to see Lara waving at her from the entrance, the person she had been talking to still at her side. Amanda waved back and turned her attention back to Dominick.

"I think she wants me over there," she told him. She started sliding the jacket off but he stopped her.

"Keep it," he said, "I have plenty, trust me."

"Oh, no, I'll be fine," she reassured. He was about to tell her again not to worry about it when her friend walked up.

"Hey," Lara said, looking him up and down. "Who's this?"

"Lara, this is Dominick," Amanda introduced, "we kinda just met."

"Oh," Lara blinked, then when she realized Amanda was wearing the man's jacket, the woman's eyes widened. "Oh!"

"Yeah," Amanda deadpanned, slightly amused. Lara caught the hint Amanda was giving with her eyes and gestured back to her friend. "I'm gonna - forgot to tell them something."

Dominick watched her friend walk away, also amused. He didn't catch Amanda taking something out of her red wallet.

"Hey, so," Amanda said, capturing his attention again. Her eyes were gorgeous. Light, bright pools of blue he could drown in. "I'm actually leaving for Georgia tomorrow."

Ah, damn.

He couldn't even pretend to hide his disappointment. He really thought he might have had a chance with her. Or at least even one date.

"But," she said, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling at his obvious disappointment. "I'll be coming back for a visit pretty soon. Maybe you can show me around?"

Grinning widely at her, Dominick enthusiastically agreed. Amanda could feel butterflies swarm inside her at his excitement. She had never encountered a man quite like him before.

"Amanda, you ready?" Lara called again, from a distance, this time alone. Amanda sighed as she had to part with him, wanting to know more about him but she had made plans already with others.

"It was great meetin' you," she told him in her charming accent.

"Yeah," he stumbled over his words, not quite ready to let her go yet. But he knew he had to. "Yeah, definitely."

She smiled brightly again, taking his jacket off and handing it to him. He took it numbly. "Call me." He watched her walk away, hips swaying, heels clacking against the pavement as her and a friend got into a cab further down the street.

It wasn't until she was out of his sight that he realized he didn't have her number. Cursing to himself, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Why didn't he get her last name? Why?

How many Amanda's in Georgia could there be?

Grumbling, completely irritated, and feeling like a moron, he put his jacket back on. He harshly shoved his hands in his pockets when he felt something in his left pocket. Taking it out, he noticed with extreme delight it was a business card.

Amanda Rollins - Social worker. With a phone number at the bottom.

He smiled.

#oof this was a LOT longer than I intended it to be #amanda rollins #sonny carisi #rollisi #law and order svu #svu #another photoset WOW

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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Don't Leave Me This Way

Word count- It's a doozy at 3500

Warnings- language, oral sex (m!receiving), fingering, penetration (vaginal), angsty romance

A/N- After a decade together, Honey and Leon have come undone. But on the anniversary of the day their lives changed Leon decides to mend them. For @forenschik 💋 Part One

Part Two:

Leon wasn’t quite sure walking was the best choice. Lightning lit up the sky every few minutes, and Honey’s silence as they strolled at a leisurely pace worried him. He knew, if anything, she was contemplating what he had said about traveling.

After a block, she finally looked at him and took a sharp breath in. Then all she could exhale was the damn kids.

“We still need to decide about Sunny going to school! Can he control himself around other kids, or should he be homesch-”

“HONEYYY!” Leon let loose his familiar whine. He stood firm so that as she kept going he yanked her backwards. “Enough about the kids! I love them, but please. Can you even make it back home without talking about them for one bloody minute?!”

Honey turned to face Leon. She planted her fists on her hips. This was a move he had watched Selina make a hundred times, but thought she swiped it from Wonder Woman. Now he knew it was from the bad ass chick he lived with. His wife popped one hip out to the side and curved a brow.

“Is that a challenge, Kostas? Care to wager.”

“Whot? No. I suck at gambling.”

“Bingo! Whatever you’re going to say, if I win, I get to sleep with Klaus.”

It was as if she had been thinking about this for ages. Just waiting for an opportunity to ask her husband, or maybe bait him. Spurned on by the heat and mundanity she never believed would settle in her marriage.

Leon wouldn't bite. Not really. “Even if you win, that'll never happen. You'll take one look at the bloody stupid problematic tattoo on his stomach and get unnerved.”

“Whatever. Either way, top that bitch.” Honey only had a hint of seriousness in her voice. Her smile reached her eyes.

Leon made a huff noise and rolled his eyes. Like he was disgusted. He threw his arms up and shrugged. “If you lose, ANYTIME or ANYWHERE, no matter what is happening, when I ask? you've got to kiss me.”

“That's not a punishment. I kiss you all the time.”

“But do you really, love? A nice one before work or when we get home or before we go to sleep. I'm talking about deep, passionate kisses like we used to.”

Honey’s shoulders sagged. Here she was wagering a night with a knock off, literally, of her husband. And all he wanted was that fire they once had. Both of them worried it had become embers just begging to be stoked and lit ablaze again.

Honey held out her hand, “Deal.”

Leon took it and turned it over. He raised it up to his lips and kissed her wrist, “Deal.” His hand encompassed hers and they started to walk as the wind picked up. They, however, strolled leisurely down Mulberry Street.

Honey was rather quiet, and Leon smirked. His wife would rather keep her mouth shut than risk mentioning the kids if she opened it. He didn't mind talking about them, not really.

Leon joked to Johnny once that his “Littles” were like acid trips that had come to life. Except they needed emotional guidance. He was glad that they had at least a few more years until they had to explain Sunny didn't just resemble his father, but his mother had her suspicions.

“Leon, where have you gone off to?” Honey was snapping her fingers in his face. “I asked you why a week isn't enough to reset?”

“How often did your parents go on holiday without the six of you?”

Honey was silent for so long as they sauntered along that Leon thought she was either worried she would mention Selina and Sunny in her answer. But she was thinking and couldn't recall. She responded with, “It's more like WHEN did my parents go on vacation without the six of us.”

“Alright.”

“1969. Wait no. That was the holiday you paid for to see me. Oh.. I don't know!”

“Exactly. My parents never went away without us and then not alone until my dad got sick. I don't want to wait until it's our last holiday together. So we go home,” he put his arm around Honey's neck and pulled her close to kiss the top of her head, “and just close your eyes and pick.”

She let her hands enclose around his as it hung down over her chest. “And we go there.” Honey brought Leon's hand up to her mouth so her lips just brushed his knuckles.

Leon’s instincts took over when she let him go. He slid under the fabric of her dress between her breasts. His fingers traced a lazy circle over Honey's nipple then teased it pert.

He went around. Quicker. This time he pinched it gently. When her breath hitched, he did it a bit harder. His eyes on the people milling about the streets of Lower Manhattan. His touch never waned.

Honey looked up at her husband. She studied the way his lip curled a bit like Elvis. How his nose curved subtly to the left because of a youthful accident near Kensington Gardens.

“Never trust a boomerang. They bloody well do come back!” he declared one night during their first years together.

Present Honey let her nail trace over it, and snickered unexpectedly. She watched Leon's eyebrows meet in the middle with thoughts of what was on with his missus. His eyes shifted a sideways glance at her, but his lip turned outwards in the tiny pout that preceded a smile.

“Whot?!” he exclaimed when Honey retraced the old break. She giggled a little more. “I WAS SEVEN! I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GONNA WORK!” Leon shouted. “Dad told me I ruined my Greek face with a Roman nose.”

Honey stopped dead and gasped. Her jaw fell open in feigned shock. “Excuse me!? Romans took the Greeks, and we made them better!”

Leon reached his hands down over his wife’s ass. Their bodies flush with each other so he could knead it. “You certainly made this Greek better.”

Honey raised up on her tiptoes (despite her four inch heels) to throw her arms around Leon's neck. He was taken aback when Honey did a little hop so her lips could meet. He lifted her off the ground while her mouth opened enough for him to slip her his tongue. Hers fought back.

Back and forth their tongues went while they kissed on Bleecker street across from the apothecary. A few cars drove passed and whistled. Honey let go enough to flip someone off. Leon laughed in her mouth.

His oxygen became hers, and Honey remembered what it had all been like. When was the last time she and Leon sparred with their mouths? Were desperate to be inside of each other?

She was the first to break the kiss. Back on the ground. She took Leon and led him off the street in a doorway to a shuttered bodega. Honey pushed him up against the brick wall then began undoing his dress pants. She delved in to grab his cock which easily hardened in her grip.

“Want a blow job?” she purred at him. Her touch stroked along his shaft.

“We're.. We're not that far from the flat. I.. can,” Leon moaned. He glanced down to see Honey lowering herself to her knees. “You'll ruin your dress.”

She had freed his cock to lick at the head. “I'll buy another.”

Honey took Leon completely in her mouth so that he hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little; his hips shuddered. He bucked and she created a vacuum with her mouth. She let go before letting the tip of her tongue run the length of his erection and around the tip. She looked up at him from where she knelt while spreading the foreskin to lick at the sensitive part inside.

“People know us around here,” Leon whined. His hold on the back of her head tightened and twisted up in her hair.

“Oh no! Local sexy Columbia professor gets sucked off by his goddess-like wife and East Village club owner.” Honey punctuated every few words with a swipe of her tongue on his cock. This was followed by soft sucking motions over the head and further down. “Wait until they find out we met making a porno.”

She stopped suddenly and stood to lead her husband back out onto the sidewalk towards home. Leon whimpered; Honey laughed. “Now that's for the restaurant! But you're right, a few more blocks and we're home. Then we're gonna fuck good and hard all over the flat.”

Leon picked up the pace.

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Honey stumbled backwards into the stairwell up to their apartment. Leon invaded her space as he bent over to mesh his mouth with hers. He blindly fumbled for the zipper to her dress as she unbuttoned his shirt. He kicked his shoes off, then his pants and tugged the dress off his wife's body so she was naked in the foyer except for her wedged heels.

Honey took a step back to catch her breath. She pushed the shirt back off Leon's shoulders and kissed them. Once he stepped out of his boxers, she let her mouth hurry along his collarbone. She stopped only to nibble and bite at the base of his neck.

He sighed letting his hands run up and down her bare back. They settled where the small of her back curved inwards. Leon held her to his chest when Honey reciprocated.

Another instance lost to their busy schedule. Neither could remember the last time they embraced like this. Not just a hug. Luckily they were affectionate with each other if only in passing. But not like this. Just touching one another in their nakedness.

Leon backed Honey onto the stairs where he sat her down on his shirt. Like her dress, he could buy another. He just wanted a clean place for her to rest. He lifted her ankle thanking the gods her shoes had laces around it instead of those damnable straps even she had a hard time with.

Honey sat forward to stop him. “I want to leave them on.”

Leon frowned, “Whot?”

Honey laughed and got up to face him as she made her way up the steps. She bit her lip as he followed. The light in the well helps her see every inch of her partner.

The erection she created out on the street as it strained and twitched for her. His muscular arms couldn't quite catch her because she remained out of his reach the further up she climbed. His sly smile with the curved top lip. A smile that reached green eyes that transformed from indescribable colors to a shade darkened by desire.

Honey wasn't paying attention to the pile of troll dolls that were set up just outside their door. She was too busy squealing when Leon finally caught up to her. He growled and snapped his jaw at her thigh from a few feet down. She couldn't see anything but her 34 years flash across her eyes when she tripped and toppled and cried out.

“DAMMIT, SELINA!!”

Leon practically flew to snatch her up in his arms before she could properly fall. She had opened the door at least and instead of down the stairs they tumbled on to the front hallway floor. Leon cushioned her as best as he could when they landed.

“I told her if she left those creepy things out there someone was gonna get killed! OOOO!” Honey let out a frustrated scream.

“Are you alright?” Leon pretended to inspect his wife’s body. “No lumps?” He distracted her by capturing one of her breasts in his mouth while they laid side by side on the hardwood and throw-rug. He crawled on top of Honey and snuck a hand inside of her thighs. His fingers dove inside of her like back at the restaurant. “No bruises?”

Honey felt her sex throb. Her back arched with one leg thrown around Leon's waist. “If you finger fuck me harder, I'll forget all about it.”

Leon complied. He slid them easily in and out; she had grown so wet for him already. His wife twisted and dug her nails into his back. Her hips bucking now like his had outside.

“Your ego is going to bruise,” he said low in her ear.

“Whhhhyyyy?!” She replied in a high pitched moan.

“You mentioned our daughter before we got home.”

“WE WERE IN THE STAIRWELL!”

Leon rolled off of his wife and got to his feet. He helped her up and made like he was going to kiss her. Honey ducked out of his way. “We don't live out on those stairs do we?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “You lost, and I want my first snog.”

Honey dodged him once more and slithered out of his arms. “Cheeky bastard. That's cheating!” She moved towards the living room.

“That's not! It's called tactical. One again, WHO’S CIA TRAINED NOW?! NOW COME BACK HERE AND SNOG ME, WOMAN!”

“BUGGER OFF!” Honey screamed but launched into hysterical laughter as she gave chase through the apartment.

“Minx!” Leon shouted. He ran after her out on to the fire escape where she was out of his grasp once more.

He chased Honey to the roof. Once up there he looked around the garden they had built. Their own secret away from Manhattan created by the two of them, The Littles and Klaus. Ivy and wildflowers and a patch for vegetables and fruit. It wasn't much, but wildflowers always blossomed where they were planted and the bees that followed made honey tended to by his own sweet, sticky woman.

“Grazia, dove sei? Te voglio, ma donna selvaggia.” Leon called out to his wife in Italian. Then Greek: “Μου χρωστάς ένα φιλί”

Gracie, where are you? I want you, my wild woman. You owe me a kiss!

“Sono qui amore mio!” Honey called back from under the Bougainvillea covered arbor. “Say te voglio bene, Leo.” A nickname her father teased him with. “I want you always.”

“I DO want you. From the moment I saw you. Your hair was all plaited up around your head with this crown of daisies in your hair. Like Khloris, the goddess of flowers.”

Leon finally found Honey laying on the bench under the wooden structure. She was twisted at the waist with one leg curved, the other stretched out. She was propped up on her elbow. Her long black hair covered her breasts down to her sides almost. The rest of it splayed out on the seat.

He stood by her side now. “Now you're Aphrodite, aren't you?”

Leon let his touch trace over her olive skin curves. He studied her dark pubic hair between the softness of those curves. Brushed his fingers through it before sitting down next to her. He kissed the thickness of his wife’s hip.

Honey rolled on to her back. Her fingers in Leon's hair encouraged him to move his lips to her stomach and chest. He captured one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked till it hardened. Then he bit it gently until she cried out.

Leon laid on top of Honey. She drew his mouth to hers when he attempted to head back down her body. She craved the battle their tongues waged before. So they did.

Honey locked her ankles to Leon's hips and begged for him to push inside of her. She took the head of his cock to guide it inside of her slick entrance. “Please?” she beseeched.

Leon pushed up so he could look at her. “You don't want me to go down on you?”

“I do. Later. We can reenact that scene from our film debut. I just need you inside of me. I want to remember what we used to be like. Before we raised the moon and the sun and became mortal.”

Leon kissed Honey. Then again. And again. Small, quick, innocent kisses. He took her wrists and pinned them to the bench above her head. His free hand did with his cock what she had been doing moments before. He taunted her entrance with the first inch or so of his cock.

Honey pleaded for Leon to just do it already. He pressed his forehead in the crook of her neck just as he buried himself in her walls. “We are the pantheon wrapped up in human bodies. We will never be mortals.”

Honey cried out. She dragged her nails over Leon's shoulder blades as he lost himself up to the hilt with each thrust. The friction and movements grew steadily faster. Harder. Not quite violent, but their bodies crashed together repeatedly. As if the pain of Leon's pelvis slamming into Honey’s reminded them of who they are.

“Leon.. Stop,” Honey said breathlessly.

All movement ceased. “Am I hurting you?” he looked down at her apologetically.

She pushed the sweat soaked hair back from his forehead. The smell of sex and sweat and rain in the air coursed through Honey’s veins. She littered Leon's chest and neck with tiny pecks.

“No, I feel really good. I want to switch positions?”

The way she asked was almost sheepish. It made Leon smile as he pulled out of her and helped her up. Now he laid down so she could straddle him. The bench wasn't wide enough for her to kneel like she usually did, so Honey would quite literally treat Leon like a horse.

She positioned herself over his cock. Used the head to caress her slit. Honey watched Leon bite his entire bottom lip. His chest heaved with heavy breaths that only quickened when she finally sank down on to him. His fingers dug so deep into her curves, he was practically up to his first knuckle.

Honey found a pace that was slow and steady. She balanced herself with palms flat on her husband’s chest. She drove forward so that he filled her totally. Then back until only the head stayed inside. She thrust forward swift and vigorous until every inch was covered by her sex Honey felt herself pulsate around Leon.

She let herself be physically manipulated by her husband now. He rocked her back and forth until their rhythm was breakneck.

Neither of them realized the skies had opened up and it started to pour. The rain cascaded through the arbor on to them as they discovered each other on the bench in the middle of their own Garden of Eden.

And Honey understood as she arched her back and anchored herself on Leon's thighs. Her body was undulating with abandon. The two of them fucking; their bodies crashing together like the thunder. She understood what it meant to gain knowledge from the forbidden fruit.

Somewhere, in some ripple in time, or flip of the coin, she and Leon had been split in half. Honey was made from him. Pulled from his soul and fashioned for him. He had been taken from HER soul and fashioned for her. This was what she meant the night Selina had been born: their stolen pieces would always mend together in every generation.

He spilled into her, crying out her name. Her real name. She threw back her head and released a cry a few minutes later drowned out by the sound of a storm. They twitched and sighed and smiled in that lazy post orgasmic way.

Now they stood, Honey a bit off balance and giggling as Leon righted her. His hair a matted mess stuck to his face and neck which she tried desperately to manage. But he kissed her instead like the night they met and the night they fell in love. How they would kiss for the next fifty years.

“I think a hot bath is in order!” he bellowed over the noise.

For the second time that night, Honey couldn't resist.

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admiringlove · 4 years

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inebriated love

+pairing: sugawara kōshi x reader

+synopsis: you never expected yourself to call the one person you were in love with after getting completely drunk. and you never expected that he would be in love with you too.

+genre: fluff.

+word count: 1.3k

+warnings: none.

+author’s notes: here is my masterlist, if you’d like to check out my other works.

— request.

could you pls pls do a drunk y/n with a suga??? i really loved your other imagines and the scenarios/drabbles so pls do one T^T

You were so stupid.

How could you just walk into a bar, plan not to drink so much, but still end up completely hammered? What was wrong with you? You had work tomorrow. This was irrational and you swore you wouldn't let Kōshi see you like this. Obviously, your best friend would probably be quite disappointed. You stumbled to get off the bar-stool with tensed muscles and glazed eyes. You sighed, picking up your bag, and taking out your phone.

Damn it, you thought. It wasn't charged. How were you supposed to call a taxi now? You slowly shuffled out of the bar, and on to the street. You looked around everywhere, looking for a phone booth so you could at least call one of your friends. You swallowed excessively as you stumbled towards one, going in hastily as your shaking hands dialed his number.

"Hello?"

"Kōshi," you breathed out, wrinkling your nose and sniffing the air slowly. He let out a sigh of relief; the comfortable silence soothed your fast-paced heart, but he broke it as he said, "I've been trying to call you for the past three hours."

You looked up at the shining light inside the booth and squinted your eyes as you looked back down, "My phone died. I didn't know it had been this long."

You were slurring your words, and he knew that you were somewhere out there. Alone. Scared. Longing for him to hold you in his arms. He bit the inside of his cheek in haste and asked, "Where are you?"

"In a phone booth," you replied, looking around, "-wait, no. I-in the phone booth near the train station. Yeah, that's it."

"Keep talking to me," you heard him say. You tapped your foot non-rhythmically, as you felt your head lighten. Oh, the side effects of drinking were going to kick in any time soon. You supported your back against the glass wall, as the ash-haired man said, "Hey, wait. I see you."

"You're here already?" you asked, with half-lidded eyes as you noticed him running up to the phone box. He chuckled, "It's been fifteen minutes since you called me."

"Really? It feels like it's been only a couple of seconds," you stammered as he opened the door, and took the phone from your hand, and placed it back in the slot. You chuckled at his worrisome expression as you fell into his arms. Hugging his torso tightly, you placed a soft peck on his cheek. He sighed—now that he knew you were okay—as he blinked profusely and tightly knit his brows.

"Let's get you home," he murmured into your ear as he wrapped an ebony jacket over your exposed shoulders so you wouldn't get cold. You smiled up at him drunkenly, as you held on to the collar of his black dress shirt.

***

"Alright, come on. Three more steps," he said, holding onto your shoulders. Apparently, the elevator in your apartment building had some issues—which caused Suga to help you up the four flights of stairs.

"I can't," you whined, burying your flushed face into his shoulder. He groaned, looking into your [E/C] eyes in desperation. You were so hard to read. First, you'd run off from work and head to a bar without telling him. Then you'd not charge your phone for more than three hours. And on top of that, you would call him from a phone booth so he could pick you up.

Christ, what was up with you?

"You're so needy nowadays. You were so nice to me in high-school," he complained, picking you up slowly. You hummed with a lopsided smile, burying your face even more into him if that was even possible. He chuckled at your inebriated state as he opened the door to your shared apartment and took you to your room.

"Alright," he huffed, slowly sinking you on the soft and comfortable waves of the bed. He pulled the duvet over you and kissed your forehead. You glanced away from him as a bunch of tulips flourished beneath your cheeks. Looking at your state, he brought a hand up to cover his mouth and looked away shyly.

"Sleep tight," he whispered, before attempting to leave. But you didn't let him. You grabbed his wrist and tugged slightly and mumbled, "Kōshi, don't go."

"We have work tomorrow," he frowned as he sat beside your laying figure on the bed, "Are you okay? You seem...upset."

"I'm sorry you had to take care of me," you said, getting up slightly as you used his shoulder for support. You leaned towards him and gave him a hug, causing him to downcast his gaze and purse his lips.

Dear God, you were adorable. He just wanted to hold you all night long and calm you with his caresses. He craved to hug you to bed. He was more than prepared to put up with an intoxicated version of you. He was ready to lay beside you and watch you snore slightly as you slept and chuckle at it. He was eager to cook you breakfast every morning before the two of you left for work together. He was more than willing to hold your hand until his very last breath.

Oh, he realized. He was so in love.

It had started out as a small infatuation. The small glances, the cuddles, the sharing food, the living together, all of it only added to it. Now, he realized, he was so in love.

"Kōshi, don't go away. Stay here please," you mumbled into his black shirt. He widened his eyes as he cupped your cheek, and asked, "[Y/N], you're drunk. Are you sure?"

"Drunken words are sober thoughts, my handsome friend," you sheepishly said, before kissing his cheek. That was the last straw. A string in him snapped, as he brought your face to his and slowly placed his lips on yours. He kissed you softly first, but then with a sudden range of passion that made you hold onto him like he was your whole world.

He kissed you and the world collapsed away. It was dreamy and delicate, soothing in ways that words would never be. His hand halted below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled. You ran your fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between the two of you and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest.

When he pulled away, there was a sparkle in his eyes. He was blushing, his lips were swollen, and he couldn't make eye contact with you. But you pulled him back in, kissing him with the tongue this time. You felt a hot breath on your neck then the tender stroke of lips, yearning as they make contact with your neck. A hand runs through your hair, as the kisses become denser and more anxious. Another hand skims around your waist and pulls you close to his pine-scented body. His kisses are now on your soft shoulders and your collar bone.

"Kōshi..." you moaned, holding onto his collar. He looked at you with glazed eyes and puffed lips, hurriedly kissing you again. His eyes widened as you reached down to unbutton his shirt.

"No, [Y/N]," he muttered, pulling your hand away. He wasn't going to use you like this. He wasn't going to let your weakness become your disadvantage. Just because you were drunk, didn't mean he was going to sleep with you and call it a night.

"Why not?" you innocently questioned. He chuckled, placing his hands on your exposed shoulders and pushing your fragile body down till your back hit the bed. He loomed over you, hovering really, and then pressed a loving peck to your forehead that let you know that he wasn't going anywhere. He smiled toothily and then pressed two small kisses to your cheeks. You giggled inebriatedly at his childishness when he then pressed a kiss to your nose.

"Good night, [Y/N]-chan," he blushed at his own words, getting up to head to his own room to fall into a deep slumber filled with dreams.

Dreams filled with you. Dreams filled with your caresses and kisses that he had only dreamt of till today.

But tonight, those dreams had become reality.

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jennsmischievousmind · 4 years

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Fucks not Found

One, but not done [END]

Seven sighed as One disappeared when it was time to pack everything "Is he always like that or is he just being purposefully annoying?”

“How the fuck would I know?!” Three slammed a crate on the ground, holding his back like an old man.

“Who?” you were all packing the mission’s gear in the Haunted House.

“One,”

“Purposefully, no doubt!” you chuckled.

Later you knocked on his trailer door,

"Old man, we have to talk,"

"Let me guess, you want a bigger trailer so you and skater boy could go at it, not gonna happen,"

"Hum .. not exactly, look I know it's the first rule you told us about, and we broke it, actually 4 of us broke it. We're human One,"

He sighed "I just.. need you to be focus on the job."

"We are fo-.."

"Getting shot prove that you were focus," he threw his phone on the desk

"Alright you got a point,"

"These numbers are for your own safety," he stated angrily "but I guess now it's all fucked up."

"Not necessarily, I mean, now we all know each other better, we have better bonds,"

"Tell me about it," you smirked at his saying "... actually don't," he furrowed his eyebrows as you chuckled.

"Think about it," you pointed out as you were stepping out "this team, could do so much more,"

He nodded and something snapped.

"Hold on," he rummaged through a drawer to finally hand you a silver key, his eyes changed for a second “Might be cliché but he would have been proud.”

Smiling slightly at One, you left to open your brother's safe.

There were photographs, a few envelopes with the same cachet and a P/O box address on it.

One of the photographs, in black and white yellowed by the time showed your Mamma and Papa at your age in front of the Coliseum, looking happy as ever, the warmth of their smiled enveloping you instantly. Another one with your Mamma in swims wear gracefully sat on the sand, holding both of you. You were so tiny, wearing terrible hats and frowning at the sun. You found yourself laughing, a tear landing on the envelope’s corner behind the pictures.

Setting aside those pictures, you flicked the envelope open. Eyes scanning the document multiple times you were not sure what you were reading. Palm against your agape mouth, you read the main text.

“Dear Anonymous donator,

We would like to thank you for all these years of generosity. Your help has given access healthcare to people in dread need of it. With the help of caring people such as yourself, we have been able to afford the construction of a new volunteer centre, which will provide a facility to help maximize the amount of lives we can save.

Your last donation in date had us all profoundly touch and grateful.

We will never not be thankful enough. We wish we had a name to put on the facility’s wall. But we respect your privacy and so we’ll stop asking from now on.

All proceeds of your donations advance our lifesaving mission.

Thank you, dear anonymous donator.“

The tears blurred your vision until you couldn't see through it. He had found his anchor.

You cried, not of sadness but of proudness. For you he was still the kid throwing stones on the neighbor’s roof, the one who couldn’t sleep on stormy nights, the teen who cried when his crush rejected him. He was your anchor for years.

One paid you much more than you needed to live. You assumed now your brother had donated the payment. And all these years when he worked multiple jobs... it all became clear.

"You were the better twin, baby brother!" You mumbled to yourself.

Weeks later the Donations continued yet the anonymous donator had a found an alias.

Six

Passing by the pool you stopped once more before leaving the scorching desert until One would need you.

Weeks ago you brother was laughing at you on the other side of this very pool, these memories were gold now, they didn’t make you sad anymore, you grinned remembering him holding his chest while laughing on the ground, little fucker.

“Hey luv,”

“Hey,” he sat next to you on the edge of the empty pool

"So we're out?" His hand snaked around your waist bringing you closer.

"Not for now," you smiled thinking about this time spend with this weird squad, eager for a new operation.

“So where shall we go until next,”

“You're ready to stick with me? Are you mad?" He laughed as you touched his forehead for any kind of fever.

"Banged my head a few times yeah, but I'm pretty sure I'm mad...about you."

"God you spent to much time around One." He gently reached for your jaw turning your head to him, the blush creeping on your cheeks not helping to hide that you actually liked that he was ready to come with you anywhere, he leaned in for a quick kiss.

The warm air and sounds of busy streets of Italy passing through the ajar window woke you up. Looking at your watch on the bedside table you immediatly turn your back to it, snuggling back into Four's chest. Too early. The night was short.

"What do you say about Transylvania?" he mindlessly ran pattern on your back with his warm fingers.

"For what? Vampire retreat?"

"Hiking, but I can bite" feeling his teeth of soft spot on your neck you squirmed.

"Aouch, alright, we'll go to Transylvania tomorrow. I got to see my brother first."

He nodded, his smile sliding off.

"What?"

"I'm...I'm not really comfortable with...mourning," he played with your fingers on his chest avoiding your look "I ..uh.."

"Calm down babe," you straddled him, the sheet sliding down your bare body "I'm not asking you to come with me." You chuckled at his concerned face, and his lost of attention at the sight of your naked body.

He sighed, "You know he was like a brother to me..." you tilted your head watching him

"That would be weird.." you removed your hands from his

"shit no not a brother," he caught your hands putting them right back on his chest" a .. a best friend,"

"Stop talking," you leaned in, enclosing his lips with yours. His hands immediatly reached your tighs, you felt a shiver ran his chest as your finger brushed his skin from his throat to his navel. A firm squeezed on your thighs made you giggled, he was so easy to trigger.

He sat up, one of his arm tightly set around your low back while the other snake to your back, his hand holding the back your neck. A lovely mess of tangled limbs in silk sheet was all you were. You pushed him back on the bed, holding his hands up his head.

You nibbled on his earlobe, and chuckled when he groaned at the ministrations trying to fight your hold on him. He could easily removed himself from your grip, guess he wouldn't this time.

Finding your way down his neck, chest, navel ... taking your sweet time until you reach the point of no return. He gasped, his head lolling back on the pillow "God I love Italy,"

“Ciao brother” cross seating at the grave of his fake death, there were flowers already with a cup of mochaccino beside it, you laughed, only One person could have done that. Glancing at your own grave, you shivered at your name engraved in the marble stone.

You recall the all mission as if your twin was there listening to you, “This one is for you, and the next, and the next.” You breathe in feeling tears coming up, “I kept your cross," you scoffed, "you can thank Four for that. As long as I have it, I’ll have you, mammà and papa with me promise.” kissing the cross you left a single tear rolled down your face.

One knew how to be a ghost, perfectly, no one could trace him, anyone but you. .... The gps tracker in his watch helped. If he knew, he’d probably wouldn’t be happy, but hey he is your cash source can’t lose an eye on him.

“So, that’s your secret!” looking at the little boy in the playground whom looked like the man beside you.

“Shit! He jumped

“Hey,” you grinned leaning on the grid, sliding your shades down.

“Aren’t you supposed to be OUT of Italy?” he groaned

“It’s my homeland One, what’d you expect?” you pointed at your wig and shades “Disguise,”

“It’s always better than Three’s in Vegas,” He joked “You’re kicked out, it’s immediate,” He stated, not even believing it himself.

“Yeaaaah, I don’t think so,” you nudged his shoulder. A ghost of a grin appeared knowingly.

"Do you follow everyone, or are you my private stalker?"

"You really wanna know!?" You shifted on your two feet, he got the idea that everyone had a stalker in the name of Eight.

"Cleavers," you used his own line

"Shut up," he answered tired of your shit, resulting in you laughing a bit too loud.

Regaining a sense of calm you felt he was still uneasy about you seeing his son. “Your secret is safe with me old man,” He nodded a tight smile on his lips, and somehow he knew he could trust you.

“Haunted house, in a week.”

“Noted.” Saluting with two-fingers you took a few steps back still eyeing him with fondness, proudness, maybe not just a cash source in the end. He flicked you off, a bright smile spread on your face.

“Where’s Four by the way?” he called out

“Somewhere on the roofs, he can’t help it.”

He lifted his head, you took this time to disappear around the corner.

Calling Four you stumble upon his voicemail “Skater boy, you better bring down your cute ass. We’re heading back to the Haunted House in a week. Mission 2 is coming. Love ya!”

A week later

"Please don't,"

"One, I only hugged her for a second," you rolled your eyes. Five was still holding your shoulders.

"Tell me you're not going to freak out everytime two of us are close,"

Two had a grin on, Five was being clingy on purpose. It had been a month since you've seen everyone, except Four and One. You had missed everyone, Five especially, after the parkour lessons, the incident on the yacht you had become close friends.

"Hey squad," Four let his skate rolled until it hit a wall. He reached you kissing your cheek, then sending you a wink as he took a seat next to Three. You eyed One, holding a laugh, Five carefully removed her hands from around your arm. Four looked dumbfounded as One sighed, staring at you. He then flung his arms in the air.

"Fucking Millennials!"

Thanks to everyone who read, liked, commented on Fucks not Found. It was fun to write, let me know what could be improved, I'm still working on my english that's why everything is not perfect and quite limited. Looking forward a new story. Thanks again.

A/N: don't forget to double tap if you liked it. 🙏

#6 underground four x reader #jennfic #6 underground imagine #ben hardy #billy x reader #four imagine #four x reader #6 underground #ben hardy x reader

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writemywaytoyourheart · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: You having a panic attack | Maknae Line

Requested: yes ❤️ thanks for the request love!

a/n: here's the second part to the panic attack reaction! Hope you guys like it :)) -chip

Genre: angst-ish, fluff

Warnings: panic attacks, car accident and catcalling. Nothing too severe but if that triggers you don't read!

PARK JIMIN:

an anGEL

"TO THE STORE!!! WOOHOO!!" Jimin cheers and runs down the steps leading from your apartment, jumping off at the last few steps and landing on the ground gracefully before sprinting to the car. You hurry down the stairs and laugh at him, sending him a big smile when you see him watching you happily from the side of the car.

Jimin always gets excited when you two have movie night. Whether it's the movie, spending time with you, or the snacks; you still can't figure it out. You climb into the driver's seat, buckling your seatbelt and turning to your boyfriend, "ok, seatbelt on?" He nods and pulls on the belt strapped around him to prove it to you. You laugh and shake your head, turning on the radio and plugging your phone in.

"Music?" Jimin pumps his fists in the air at your question.

"Yessss!"

The two of you make it to the store, and run around collecting all the goodies you can't wait to stuff your face with. Jimin has a little basket and is grabbing chips, popcorn, and spicy snacks. You fill your basket with different candy, cookies and ice cream. Then, the both of you meet up and buy everything, lugging it to the car and settling back in your seats.

"Woooo, that was a lot." You flop in your chair and pull the buckle around you. Jimin pulls his on as well and nods, "yeah, there will be no shortage of snacks tonight!" You two laugh and you plug your phone in; handing it to Jimin and giggling at his surprised face.

"You can pick the music. As long as it isn't something you know I hate." He nods and gently takes the phone, scrolling through the options.

You're driving down the road, singing along with Jimin to the song blasting through the speakers; when the car in front of you swerves a little to the right. It straightens out, but now you're nervous anyway. Jimin makes a 'hm' sound and you see him shift in his seat.

"That car has done that a couple times, actually." Jimin speaks up and your palms start to sweat. Was the driver drunk? Hurt? Tired? Just not paying attention? Your mind starts to think up all the worst case scenarios, then you feel Jimin's hand on your thigh. He pats it and says softly, "it's alright y/n, just stay a safe distance behind him and we'll be fine." Yes. Yes, he's right. If you keep your cool, no matter what the person in front of you does; you'll be fine. You take a few deep breaths in and let them out slowly, keeping a distance between you and the swerving car. If there's one person you trust, it's Jimin. If he says you're fine, then you're fine. Jimin smiles at you and pats your thigh again, "good job baby, see? Nothing's gonna happen. Just hope he pulls over soon." You nod in agreement.

After a couple minutes, the car seems to be going straight again, but you're still uneasy. Jimin shifts again and mumbles, "is there a number we can call to give them a heads up that someone is driving that maybe shouldn't be?" You shrug but keep your eyes on the road, "I'm not sure. But I don't trust this guy-"

At the same second you say that; the car in front swerves off the road, almost turning in a complete circle and you scream, slamming on the breaks and just missing colliding with the vehicle.

You and Jimin lurch forward in your seats; the belts restraining you and slamming you back into place. Thankfully, the airbags didn't explode and you both seem to be fine. Your breathing picks up and you start to cry, your hands shaking and struggling to unbuckle yourself. Jimin unbuckles and quickly reaches to your side to undo your seatbelt.

"Hey, hey baby it's okay. Calm down, y/n." You can't though. Your nerves are absolutely shot and now all you can see is dust in front of the car, obscuring your view of the other driver.

Once Jimin is sure you didn't bang your head too bad, he hops out and runs to the other car. You can't see anything, but your body is frozen jn place and won't let you get out of the car. A minute later Jimin comes into view; his phone to his ear while he nods and speaks to someone on the other side. Your boyfriend walks to your side and opens your door just as he hangs up, "come here, baby. It's alright. Everyone is okay." He pulls you into a gentle hug and let's you cry it out on his shoulder.

"Just breathe deep, babygirl. You did the right thing, everything is okay." After a minute of just crying, you pull your head up and wipe your eyes, "how is he? Is the other driver okay?" Jimin nods and pushes your hair back from your eyes.

"He's okay. He didn't get enough sleep last night I guess. He's shaken up and extremely regretful, but he doesn't have any serious injuries. The police will be here soon to get everything sorted out." You nod again and Jimin smiles softly, lifting your chin to look him in the eyes, "hey now, you did great. I'm so proud of you." Jimin knows you suffer from anxiety and it took a huge amount of strength to keep your cool. You hesitate, then give him a small smile.

"After this is all figured out, I'll drive home. We'll continue movie night and forget this happened, okay?"

"Thanks Jiminie."

"I'm so proud, and I love you, y/n."

"Love you too."

KIM TAEHYUNG:

mHm, yAs, wHo sAid yOu cOuld LoOk liKe thAt?

"You ready, cutie?" Taehyung opens the car door as you're flinging your purse over your shoulder and skipping to the door he's opened for you.

"Yes, I am! Thanks, baby." You hop in the car and Tae shuts the door with a big boxy smile on his face. He gets in on his side and shuts the door, rubbing his hands together and turning towards you, "alrighty! So, downtown?" You nod enthusiastically and he giggles while putting the car into gear.

Tae hurries out of his side so he can open the door for you; which makes your heart positively melt. You pat his arm and smile at him when you hop out, "thank you, you're such a gentleman." You kiss his cheek and he tries to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks by staring at the ground.

"N-no problem." Then your fiance links his arm in yours and you two are off. You both love to shop, so you go in and out of lots of stores before stopping to grab a bite to eat. After lunch, you see a pair of tan heels in the window of a store and stop to look at them. Tae didn't notice and kept walking for a few paces before turning and realizing you had stopped. He laughs at you staring into the window longingly; then he starts walking back to you. Right before he reaches you, he hears some random man call out to you.

"Hey beautiful! Looking good."

You turn at the sound of the voice, seeing that Tae had kept walking and some man was looking you up and down. There's a sinking feeling in your stomach and you turn to walk away when he calls out again, "you not gonna say 'thank you', babygirl?" You pick up your speed when you see Tae walking towards you with a look of murder on his face.

"What a shame, I woulda liked to-" the man says some inappropriate stuff that you try to block out. You reach Tae and he grabs you by the arm and pulls you to him. You stumble into his chest and try not to panic. You can feel how tense he is and when he goes to move toward the guy you hold him back, "Tae, please. Please, let's just get out of here. Please, Tae." You're starting to tear up, scared that the man is gonna try to start something with your fiance and you just want to leave. Tae's shoulders drop when he feels your panicked grip on his shirt.

"You're a piece of trash. No wonder all you do is sit on the street and catcall girls. You couldn't get a date if you paid someone. Pathetic." Taehyung spits at the man and turns to gently drag you away.

"T-thank you, Taetae." Your voice is quivering and he pulls you into a nearby store before enveloping you in his strong arms. "Are you okay, darling?" You nod, but contrary to your actions you burst into tears and choked breaths. Taehyung shushes you and holds you close, petting your hair and rocking you back and forth.

"Hey, how about some boba tea?" He says after a little while, then he laughs at the way your watery eyes start to shine at his suggestion. You nod and he wipes your tears away, "no need to fret baby, I won't let anyone touch you." You hug him again and listen to the sound of his heartbeat; it's strong and steady, calming you down almost instantly.

A week later you find a box with a note from him. The note reads: Just a little present for my one and only girl <3

You smile and set the note down gently before opening the box; gasping and rolling your eyes when you see the tan heels you wanted that day.

JEON JUNGKOOK:

yEaH let's not talk about this gif. Bc I'm dead mofo.

It came out of nowhere honestly, you have no idea why it happened....

You and Jungkook are on his bed, he's on his back scrolling through his phone and you're laying on your stomach with your head on his tummy. You were extremely tired earlier when he asked you to come over but you missed him so much so you decided to just relax with him, that way you could still spend time together.

Jungkook giggles, which causes his tummy to jiggle; making your head move since it's lying right on his stomach. You laugh and open one eye to peek up at him, "what're you laughing about up there?" he looks over the top of his phone down at you and smiles before cooing at you, "hi sleepyhead, get a good nap?" You nod against his abdomen and cuddle closer to him, "I guess, if you can call fifteen minutes a good nap." He nods, running his fingers through your hair then flips his phone around for you to look at while he massages your head, "this is what I was laughing about. You can go back to sleep if you want sweetie, I'm not going anywhere." You look at the meme on his phone that Taehyung sent him and giggle at it then you stuff your face back into his belly and give it a big kiss. Jungkook squirms and laughs out loud, "stoooop~ it's tickling!" You smile and lie back down, closing your eyes. You feel Jungkook brushing your forehead softly.

That's when it hits you. Suddenly your chest is tight and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing it to go away. You breathe in and out deeply, but it just gets worse from there. You feel your palms get sweaty and the thought that someone is going to hurt you jumps into your brain so quick you can't catch it in time to logically figure it out.

You sit bolt upright, startling Jungkook, grabbing your chest in an attempt to help the air go in. Jungkook sits up quickly and reaches out for your hand. He knows exactly what's going on, even if he doesn't know what has triggered it. You don't mean to, but you're panicking at this point, so you yank your hand out of his roughly and stumble off the bed. Jungkook watches you in alarm, seeing you start to sob and shake right in front of him, and not knowing a single thing to do about it.

"I- I ca- I can't-" your breaths are super short and your sobs are choking you, not letting you get enough air in to speak. You start to fold in on yourself, the horrible feeling that someone is right there about to kill you taking over your mind. At this point Jungkook is off the bed, mind turning round and round to figure out what to do. Then he wraps his arms around you, sinking to the floor slowly alongside you as you cower to the ground. You both sit on the floor and you can hear Jungkook saying something, you don't know what, but the sound of his voice is breaking through the blur of panic.

You mentally grab onto his voice while he rocks you back and forth, telling yourself over and over that it's okay. You hear little fragments of what he's saying, things like, "my baby's okay. You're perfectly safe my love. No one can hurt you. You're okay babygirl. My baby is so strong. It's just you and me, love. Nobody but you and me."

Eventually your sobs have stopped. Jungkook keeps rocking you, back and forth while you two sit on his bedroom floor. When you come to, you realize he's started to sing to you.

His voice is breaking slightly due to his tears, but you can't see his face. His heart breaks for you every time this happens, and he wishes he could take it all away.

Your breaths are slow and calm now, the tears on your face just a sticky reminder of what just happened.

When Jungkook feels your breathing slow down, he pulls back and smiles gently at you. You look like a mess with your hair sticking to your face and a red, runny nose sniffling. Jungkook kisses your nose and softly wipes under your eyes, then he pulls his sleeve over his palm and gently dabs under your nose to clean you up.

"There you go, baby." He whispers and keeps smiling while fixing your face up. You curl back into his chest and he wraps his arms around you, continuing the song where he left off.

"Take my hands now, you are the cause of my euphoria."

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a/n 2.0: I hate Tumblr. The end.

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 4 years

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The Trials of Emi

Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.

Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.

Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.

(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)

Chapter Fifteen

Outside the city walls was a small city of its own. It was crowded and run down. We wormed our way threw the crowd until we got out into what looked like the main road. A large crowd was making their way up the road towards the wall.

"We are the voice of the voiceless!" A loud man's voice shouted.

We turned to see a van slowly driving with several armed men on top of it. One man was at the front shouting into a megaphone. We stepped back out of the way as they drew closer.

"They hide behind their walls! They think they can keep the cure for themselves! While they watch the rest of us wither and rot!" The man continued to shout as the van slowly drove past us.

I stood beside Thomas with Fry right behind me. The people around us cheered and followed the van as it moved.

"But there are more of us than there are of them! We will rise up and take back what is ours!" The man's voice started to drain away as they got farther away from us.

We followed the crowd through the street. As Thomas turned a corner around a building he stopped.

"That's it! That's our way in!" He shouted over the noise of the crowd.

He took off elbowing his way threw the crowd. Only Jorge was able to keep up with him. Brenda, Fry, Newt, and I got stuck several feet back from them. The crowd started to shout and chat even louder than before as we drew closer to the wall.

"What the hell did we get ourselves into?" Fry asked.

"I don't know but I have a bad feeling." I told him.

Newt grabbed my arm as I grabbed the back of Fry's shirt so we could stay together. I happened to look behind us to see the same two men who were once on top of the van standing in the crowd staring in our direction. I nudged Newt causing him to look down at me. I nodded towards the masked men. Newt looked over his shoulder at them. They were moving threw the crowd now towards us. There were two more on our right watching us as they walked. That bad feeling I had skyrocketed. We shoved threw the crowd quickly to get to the front where Thomas and Jorge were standing. Newt wrapped his arm around Thomas' waist to get his attention.

"Hey, guys, we need to go now. Look." Newt said pointing behind us.

We all turned to see the men in masks even closer now. Before we could move a loud alarm started to sound drawing everyone's attention back to the wall. I couldn't see what was causing the alarm but the people around us started to scream and back away. I screamed tugging Fry's arm as bullets and explosions started to rain down around us. We ran threw the crowd trying to dodge the sudden attack. I found myself holding onto Fry's hand tightly. We turned to run between two buildings coming out in a small area.

Before I had time to think someone grabbed me ripping me away from Fry. I screamed and kicked as the person lifted me off the ground. I was tossed inside a van then Thomas was thrown inside right behind me. Two armed men climbed in then Brenda was thrown in behind them. When the third armed man got in he shut the door. I moved to sit as close to Thomas as I could. He was squeezed between myself and Brenda. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly as the van started to move.

"What the hell is happening?" I questioned quietly.

"I have no idea." Thomas panted.

The three armed men all set opposite us. They just silently staring at us. I noticed the man in the middle seemed to be looking at me. I slowly moved so I could put my hands inside the boots I wore. Thomas noticed what I was doing and grabbed my arm.

"Emi, that's not gonna go well against their guns." He whispered as he tugged on my arm.

I huffed but leaned back leaving the two twin blades that I had stuffed into my boots alone.

"Why don't you boys put down those guns? You couldn't possibly think little ole me could take any of you." I told the masked men in a sickly sweet voice.

One of the men on the side started to put his gun down but the man in the middle grabbed it and shook his head. I smirked but said nothing else. The van finally came to a stop. The armed men climbed out as the door behind us opened.

"Get out!" Another man in a mask ordered.

As soon as the three of us climbed out the other van pulled in. When it stopped it was rocking from side to side. The three of us shared a confused look. The back door swung open as a man came flying out of it. Jorge jumped out landing on top of the man.

"Where is she?" Jorge questioned loudly as he started to punch the man.

We all scrambled to get to him but each of us were pulled backward. Everyone but Brenda. She ran to Jorge putting her arms out to him.

"I'm right here! I'm right here!" She shouted.

Jorge instantly stopped. He got back to his feet then pulled Brenda into him for a hug.

"Everybody relax! We're on the same side here!" One of the masked men shouted.

Thomas tore himself free to turn to the man.

"What do you mean the same side? Who the hell are you?" Thomas asked harshly.

The rest of us were let go. I stepped over to Thomas keeping myself between him and Fry. The man in front of us put his gun down then pulled his mask off his face. When he turned to look at us everything stopped. There was no more noise. My heart stopped beating as it too stared in shock at the face in front of me.

"Hey greenie," he said in the voice I'd been dying to hear for so long.

I stepped back right into Fry. I stumbled but he caught me. He wrapped his arm around my stomach holding me against him.

"Gally?" Thomas questioned softly in utter disbelief.

My body felt like jelly. My legs trembled as my eyes overflowed with tears. He's alive? How? I was snapped out of my intense state of shock as Thomas landed a punch so hard to Gally's face that it knocked him completely off his feet. Thomas dived tackling the man on the ground. The others around us quickly pointed their guns at Thomas. Gally raised a hand at them as Thomas punched him.

"Stop! It's alright! It's alright!" Gally shouted.

Before I knew what I was doing I pulled out of Fry’s hold then ran forward just as Newt did the same. We took each side of Thomas grabbing his arms to stop him. I kept my eyes on my brother's face and not the man lying beneath him.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Newt shouted holding tightly to Thomas.

Thomas panted as he glared down at Gally.

"He killed Chuck." Thomas said through clenched teeth.

"I know. I remember. I was there too. I also remember he was stung and half out of his mind." Newt informed Thomas.

Thomas looked over at me. My tears were falling freely down my cheeks. I didn't need to say anything to him. He knew everything I was feeling at that moment.

"Just calm down." Newt whispered.

Thomas huffed then jerked himself away from us and Gally. Gally. I slowly turned to look at Gally who was still lying on the ground. His eyes were fixed on mine. I was pulled to my feet by Thomas. I stumbled backward but Fry caught me once again.

“Are you okay?” Fry whispered as he held me steady.

I shook my head. I’m the farthest thing from okay. Gally got to his feet as he rubbed his jaw.

"Kinda had that coming. Anybody else? Fry? Newt?" Gally questioned then turned back to me.

"Emi?" His voice wavered slightly.

"You know this guy?" Jorge asked.

"He's an old friend." Fry said simply as his hold on me tightened slightly.

I turned around grabbing Fry's shirt in my hands as I leaned my head against his chest. My mind couldn't process anything. Run to him! My mind repeated those three words over and over. If I wasn't clinging to Fry's shirt I'd be jumping into Gally's arms. I can't do that. I need to process the situation. I was healing. I was letting myself relax with the thought of maybe one day moving on. Moving on with Fry when I was ready.

"How? How is this possible? We watched you die." Newt said in disbelief.

I tightened my hold on Fry's shirt.

"No, you left me to die." Gally corrected.

A sob involuntarily came out of me. Fry was quick to wrap his arms tightly around me.

"If we hadn't found you when we did you'd be dead right now. What the hell are you doing here?" Gally asked.

I forced myself to let go of Fry. I turned slowly blinking away the tears. I placed my back against Fry’s front. Gally was watching me until Newt answered him. I noticed Gally’s eyes moving from me to Fry’s hands that were holding my upper arms.

"Minho. WCKD has him here. We're looking for a way in." Newt told him.

Gally glanced back to me then back to Newt.

"I can help with that. Follow me." He said then turned to walk away.

Thomas stepped forward.

"We're not going anywhere with you." Thomas said harshly.

"Suit yourself but I can get you through the walls." Gally shrugged.

My eyes were once again fixed on Gally. It took everything I had to stay glued to my spot. I wanted nothing more than to feel him holding me tight. I had made my peace with his death. I had finally made myself believe I'd never see him again but here he is. Right in front of me. But who knows if he still feels the same about me. After everything that happened. After all the time that has passed. I could never let go because I thought he had died but he probably thought I just left him. I took a step forward but Thomas was quick to grab my arm.

"Emi, we need more information before you go jumping into his arms." Thomas whispered to me.

I turned to look at him with tear-stained cheeks. He gently wiped my cheeks with his fingers then turned to Fry.

"Keep a hold of her please." Thomas told him.

Fry grabbed my hand then gently pulled me back to him. I knew Fry had feelings for me even if I had made myself clear to him. He had been so understanding of me needing time but what was he thinking now? I still love Gally and knowing he’s actually has changed everything.

"I can't imagine what is going threw your head right now Em but I need you to trust me. I just need to make sure this is safe. That he's safe." Thomas said quietly.

I nodded then squeezed Fry's hand. Fry squeezed my hand back softly.

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