#besides we can't have too many kissing gif sets - am i right?]

[onskepa]

What about ronal and tonwari watching their friends love story ? Like fem reader is nervous about choosing a mate when she has a lot of choices and goes to ronal for advice. Admittedly ronal doesn't want to decide for her but she does have someone in mind problem is tonowari also has someone in mind. Que the subtle love war!

Hiya! So this one I had a tad bit too much fun. Enjoy~!!

P.S: ronal and tonowari was years younger in this one! So expect them to be slightly out of character

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Tiftxey

Ronal was tending to the young new born children, making sure they are healthy and strong. As well as the mothers. The mothers enjoy sharing anything new about their children, their first of something, a new trick, word, or something that caught their eye. It was always entertaining. She hoped one day she would have children of her own. It's only been 2 years since she became mated to tonowari and became tsahik. 

Many women her age have either already mated or are in the process of courting. Ronal predicts many children will be born around the same time. Perfect for them to be friends in a near future. 

“Ronal?” a hesitant voice broke her small train of thought. Looking up, ronal sees her good friend Tiftxey. She had a shy-like posture, her eyes glancing anywhere but her. 

“If you have a moment, can we talk?” 

Tiftxey, from infants to now adults, tiftxey and ronal have been the best of friends. Even their mothers were like them when they were infants. Close at arms, sisters in spirit. They do anything for each other. This situation is no different, the circumstances are however. 

“You…want me, as your tsahik and friend, to find a suitable mate for you?” Ronal repeated what her friend just said. 

“Yes,” her friend nods. 

“It is not that I am opposed to it but, what is the matter with finding one on your own?” Ronal had to know. Tiftxey is a wonderful woman in her own right, she passed all of her iknimaya with a strong head, earned her tattoos, and has a small reputation of her own. Who could ever resist her? 

“That is the thing ronal. I just CAN'T decide. There are many available men. All good and wonderful. But I also struggle with myself. What exactly do I want in a mate? A warrior? A fisherman? Someone strong and confident? Or someone who is in tune with their feelings and sensitive? I am stuck. And I know I do not have a lot of time, other women are having their eyes on others too. Please help me! I can't on my own!!” 

That was a lot that Ronal had to process.

Ronal put a lot of thought into it after conversing with her friend. In the end, she agreed to help. Now the problem is still open. Where can she start? Learning from her past experience, she was arranged by the previous tsahik. That is another thing she will have to do later in the future. Perhaps she can use this as practice. However, this is something that cannot have room for any mistakes. Tiftxey is relying on her for this life changing assistance. 

“What has gotten you so lost in your mind, ronal?” 

Ronal turns to see tonowari entering their home with a net full of fish. He sets them down near the fire pit and sits beside ronal. They hug and share a kiss. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Tonowari tries to read his mate's face. 

“It is tiftxey, she asked something…” Ronal mumbles. 

“What was it?” 

“She asked me to find a mate for her” was the answer. 

It did not surprise Tonowari much, yet couldn't help but feel intrigued. 

“Would that be an arranged marriage..?” he asks.

Ronal looks to the side, thinking it over. 

“Yes..? Well, I believe it will be like that. Choosing someone suitable for her. I thought it over, of course I agreed to help her. This is something that will occur in many years to come” 

Tonowari scratches his chin, silently agreeing. A question still lingers in his mind, “why does she need help?” 

“Cant decide. I can see why. But tonowari, she seems to be ready to mate. Who? Tiftxey cant seem to make up her mind” 

With a sigh, ronal collects some dried seaweed to weave. 

“And have you thought who might be worth of her?” 

“Not exactly, in the next few days I will need to observe all available men. I have to put into consideration her heart and spirit. Make sure no one hurts her, and treats her well” 

Tonowari nods at that, all mates should treat the other well, and equal. It takes two to be in unison. 

Though, the more he thought about it, it seemed like a big task for Ronal to take alone. Maybe she would like some help?

Today a handful of warriors would be out on the beach to train the little ones. It will be a good time for Ronal to observe who is the strongest, patient, and good with children. While it is good to find perfect traits in a lover, but tiftexy must also into account if the potential mate has good traits to be a father. 

To not disturb their work, Ronal stands at a fair distance, to “witness the upbringing of the clan's future warriors” was her excuse. Wasn't a lie either. So, for an hour, Ronal was watching only single males who are mated. Some were strict, some a bit more relaxed, some patient, all good traits. 

“Easy there little one, you must hold it like this” 

A strong, almost deep voice rang into ronal’s ears. 

A warrior was demonstrating how to hold a spear to a child. The male was grinning, flexing a bit of his muscles to impress the admiring little ones. 

Txurtu is his name. Ronal doesn't know much personally, he has his display of tattoos, telling his story. Many admire him for his good yet strict teachings, strong head, and a bit of confidence. He seems to be a good choice, but ronal would have to look deeper. There are more men to observe. 

For now, txurtu seems to be a perfect candidate for tiftxey, tonowari might agree as well. 

Over at the other side of the island was tonowari observing the young artists. Collecting shells and dead corals to make their new masterpiece. Be it for clothing, stories, no spec has gone to waste. Among the artist was a bright eye, warm smile, young male name zet. 

Zet is 2 years younger than Tonowari, but already has a place in the clan. Working closely with the elders, zet is becoming the next story teller. Continuing the old stories while telling new ones. He is good with people, gentle, very patient, and humble. Good traits for any female to fall for. He may not be a warrior or a strong type, but in the eyes of the olo’eyktan, zet is a good man worthy of a good woman. 

He will be perfect for tiftxey. 

So, with a slight smug grin, tonowari takes mental notes. Ronal will most likely be pleased, and hopefully her dear friend as well.

At sundown, both mates arrived at the same time in their home. Smiles matching, positive laughter. Preparing the fire pit, both work together to begin dinner. 

“You seem to be in good spirits,” Tonowari mentions, starting the fire. 

Ronal hums in satisfaction, “Indeed. I bring wonderful news” 

This piques tonowari’s interest, “what a coincidence, so do I” 

Tilting her head, Ronal cues her mate to go first. 

“I believe I have found a perfect match for tiftxey” tonowari proudly says. 

This made ronal lose her smile. And mood. 

“What? I was also about to say so have I” she says. 

Now both were slightly confused, “who did you see as a potential?” the tsahik asks. 

“Zet” 

Ronal almost wanted to scoff, “zet? The poet?” 

Her mate nods, “Yes, he is gentle, kind, listens very well” he lists. 

Ronal shook her head, not to be mean to her love, but secretly….was that the best he could do? Pick the softest male in their clan? Ronal could not imagine him with tiftxey. What would she think? Will she be disappointed? 

Tonowari catched her expressions and read the lines well. She is clearly not satisfied with his choice. 

“You look unpleasant when I mention zet” he pointed out. 

Ronal looks down a bit, then back at him, “that obvious?”

Folding his arms, tonowari nods, “well then, who did you choose ronal?” 

“Txurtu” she answers confidently. 

Now it was tonowari’s turn to almost scoff, “txurtu? The confident brute?” 

Ronal taps his forehead, “he is not a brute. He is strong, a good warrior, and will protect anyone including tiftxey” 

Tonowari shakes his head, slightly grinning, almost wanting to laugh. “He is aggressive, strong headed, stubborn at times. Do you truly believe he will be good enough for tiftxey? You must also take into account how she is. I bet his aggressiveness will push he away” 

Ronal leans a bit in, her eyes becoming a bit more intimidating. “And you believe zet is a far superior choice? Too soft, refuses to hold any form of weapon, his head stuck in the sands. Easily distracted, never truly focused. Tiftxey would be bored of his predictable ways”

Both narrow their eyes, as if in a more challenging way. 

“Well then my wife, it seems there is no other way than to settle this” tonowari says with a slight grit in his teeth. 

“Of course my husband,” Ronal growls. May the best candidate win. 

Tiftxey was enjoying her early morning at her home. It was nice and tidy, a good thorough clean. Cant have a messy home, wouldn't be very impressive to a potential mate. She enjoys her meal of roasted fish wrapped in dried, seasoned seaweed. Delicious in her taste buds, another thing she must perfect is her cooking skills. Have to show she can make tasty meals and provide a good meal. 

Sighing deeply, hope lingering in her eyes and mind imagining scenarios of romantic gestures. It has only been a day since she asked Ronal a huge favor. Asking her now would pressure ronal. From what tiftxey has seen from the previous tsahik, arranging is not an easy task. Have to make sure both partners are matching, yet balancing each out. Certainly there is someone on the island that can be her match. 

“Tiftxey?” 

Turning her head around, tiftxey see's txankrr, her long time neighbor. She has known txankrr just as long as she has known ronal. Not close as best friends but still close. 

“Hello txankrr, care for some roasted fish?” she offers, her neighbors nod. Handing him the most recent cooked fish, she gently wraps it in a leaf so as to not burn his hands. Accepting it, he begins to eat, savoring its delicious flavor. 

“What brings you here early?” tiftxey asks, txankrr hums at remembering his reason. 

“I was making my way to the ilu pens when I saw the tsahik speaking to txurtu. Seemed didn't pay attention until she said your name. Have you finally asked her to help you in finding a mate?” 

Tiftxey nods a bit enthusiastically. 

“Yes! I'm surprised she found someone so quick” 

Txankrr tilts his head slightly, “what do you think of txurtu? Be honest” he asks. 

Tiftxey is silent for a few seconds before answering, “well, I cannot say anything at the moment. To be fair, you did spoil a potential surprise. So, until our tsahik brings him up, I won't say a word” 

Fair. 

So, txankrr lets it go for now.

“Tiftxey, I would like to introduce you to zet” tonowari says as he gestures to zet. The na’vi in topic smiles as he greets tiftxey. This slightly confused her, did ronal tell tonowari of the situation? If so, did they choose together or what is going on? 

“Hello zet” she greets, not wanting to be rude. 

“Zet here is rising to be a storyteller and poet. Knowing his way around the arts and very creative” tonowari proudly lists. This made zet blush a bit. 

“Olo’eyktan, please, you praise too much” he shyly says. Tonowari chuckles, slightly pushing zet forward. “I shall let you two speak alone, get to know each other” he leaves without giving them any room to speak. 

So zet and tiftxey stand in front of each other, smiling and chuckling a bit nervously. 

“Let me be the first to speak, what exactly did our olo’eyktan say to you…?” tiftxey couldn't help but ask. 

Zet rubbed his arm nervously, “he visited my home the other day. Wanting to seeing how I was doing, we spoke until I mentioned that I was in the midst of looking for a mate. He said that it was a coincidence since he knew someone who was also searching for a mate, and then…well, we are here” 

“I see….”

This is an opportunity that she didnt expect but won't deny. It be very rude to both zet and tonowari. So tiftxey will try to make the most of it. 

“Well, why not give it a try? Walk with me?” she asks. Zet nods, still nervous but begins to walk beside her as they start to chat. 

Tonowari is by no means a stalker, he will never invade someone's space and/or their lives. He is respectful, knows to keep a distant, and above all else, knows better than to stoop so low. 

“So what are you doing?” an all too familiar voice asks. 

Tonowari was hiding behind a lushfull bush until he heard ronal’s voice behind him. He turns to see her not so pleased face. 

“Snooping around like some young boy, you are above this tonowari” she colds. 

Before tonowari can explain himself, her eyes drifted and widen slightly. Do her eyes deceive her? Zet side by side with tiftxey? 

“So…you went through it after all” it wasnt even a question. 

“I knew zet is a good fit, I meant it ronal. He will treat her good” he says 

Both silently observe as zet was chatting while tiftxey was paying close attention. They were painting something together, too far to see what it was exactly. Though from what they can tell, they seem to be getting along fine. This however, does not sit well with ronal. 

“Enjoy your small victory husband, tomorrow things will change” Ronal says as she walks away. Tonowari knows she can be stubborn once she makes up her mind. Well, he may not be as stubborn, but he isnt one to give up. 

Dinner was shared between tiftxey and txankrr, chatting anything that comes to mind. 

“How was it with zet? Is he what you are looking for?” txankrr asks before sipping some broth. 

“Hmm…its too soon to say. Today was the first day of getting to know him. However, I do like his artistic views, he chats a lot. Expected since he is on his way to be a story tell to the village. But he gets a bit distracted, and easy too” tiftxey says as she recalls spending her time with him. 

“Dont get me wrong, he is a good man. Perhaps with time I will see more sides of him and fully understand” 

“Reasonable” txankrr agrees. 

Without needing to ask, he silently pours more broth into his friends bowl while adding some meat as well. 

“Are you going to meet him again tomorrow?” he asks. 

“Yes, though I get the feeling something will get in the way…” 

More like someone. 

Mid morning was an agreed time tiftxey and zet agreed to meet, when ronal appeared almost out of nowhere. 

“Tiftxey my friend. I have found a suitable man for you” she says. 

Not giving tiftxey a moment to speak, beside ronal was a tall and muscular na’vi. 

“Hello tiftxey, I am txurtu. I know we barely know each other but hopefully that can grow” txurtu says. His stance was a bit intimidating, strong presence and sharp look. Very different from zet. 

“I looked high and low, in my eyes, he is a potential one. Why not spend some time with him? You will see what I mean” ronal says, and just like tonowari, she leaves them alone. 

“Come, I know a good spot to speak” txurtu takes the lead. Not that tiftxey minded, well, a bit. She didnt want zet to get the wrong idea of ditching her. But she also doesn't want to leave txurtu like that either. 

“Please, tell me about yourself” txurtu asks. His voice strong yet gentle, in hopes to ease her. 

“Look at her, she is admiring his beauty” Ronal says rather smugly. Tonowari rolls his eyes. 

“Is beauty all that matters? Whatever happened to personality and skills?” 

This time it was ronal that was snooping. Silently following txurtu and tiftxey, seeing how they are interacting. In her eyes, they already look perfect for each other. 

“Yes my husband, but a womans eyes enjoy seeing something beautiful. Like how I see you and admire your tattoos. Tiftxey is no different” 

“Are you sure about that tsahik?” 

Tonowari and ronal quickly turn around to see the fisherman, txankrr. 

“Pardon me for startling you, but I couldnt help but notice you two observing a bit too keenly over tiftxey and txurtu” he says. 

The mates look at each other before quickly fixing their posture. 

“Before anything, tiftxey has shared with me what is going on. May I speak in words of advice?” 

Ronal nodds, granting permission. 

 “Tsahik, you know tiftxey just as long as I do. Olo’eyktan, you have known ronal for many years. However, while yes tiftxey has asked to help in search of a mate, it seems you two have taken it in a way that won't do any favors for her” 

Ronal took a slight offense to that, tonowari didn't but also did not like where this is going. 

“You believe I do not know what is good for her?” ronal hisses. Txankrr in her eyes was also passive, not really taking possible chances or opportunities and just let things be. 

“No, in fact, I believe neither of you do” 

Tonowari had to place his arm over ronal before she can jump on txankrr. 

“Please, explain” he urges txankrr before ronal would tie his tail in a knot. If it is even possible. 

“Zet and txurtu are two good men. They are becoming experts in their owns fields of skills and both are contributing to the clan in their ways. They have good traits that a woman would love to have in her partner. I am not saying they are terrible choices. What I have noticed is they are more suited to your ideals” 

Ronal stopped struggling, her ears twitching at txankrrs words. 

“How so?” she asks. 

“Zet is passive, kind, soft, gentle, and chooses words over weapons. Olo’eyktan, if you were not our leader, your ideals would fit almost exactly like zet. Your words are soft, kind, and gentle. You know many stories and would share with those willing to listen. Ronal, txurtu is more like you. A bit brash, stubborn, bold, a warrior and not afraid to hold a weapon to fight. They are ideals because you are putting your interests first, not tiftxey. 

I know this is for her, but you are forgetting her desire, traits, and what she really needs in a mate. Please think this through before either of them gets hurt. For I am starting to notice this is becoming more like a game to you both” 

Silence fell between ronal and tonowari. Letting txankrr’s words echo in their minds. Perhaps he is right, using their own liking traits over the one who should be their priority. 

“It seems….there is much to think over” ronal says. 

“Yes, and fix as well” tonowari agrees. 

Meanwhile tiftxey was having an interesting time of her life. 

“See? I told you, seaweed when seasoned just right, it will compliment the fish” she says as she, zet and txurtu all have an early lunch at the beach. 

“Kelp would make a good substitute if seaweed cannot be contained” zet gives tips. 

“Though this reminds me of that one story about a fish with shiny reflective scales” he goes on. 

Tiftxey gasps happily, “I think I know which one you are talking about” 

“That is a good story, my brother would say it to his children every night” txurtu says. He has pieces stuck to his mouth, tiftxey gently wiped it away for him. 

“This might sound odd, but I have always wondered what an akula would taste like” he confsses. He expected mocking laughter but none came. Zet and tiftxey had thoughtful expressions. 

“We might never know, they are dangerous to capture. Even our olo’eyktan struggled with one” zet mentions. 

“Well, we can only dream about it. But I hope the pincer fish will do it for now?” tiftxey asks as she offers more fish to which zet and txurtu happily accepts. 

“If you two are available, perhaps tomorrow you can come by to my place? I have something that might help with going into the sea” zet offers. Txurtu was the first to accept, tiftxey gladly did too. 

“Maybe after, let's ride on our akula’s? The tides are low enough for good hunting” txurtu offers. All accepted and already planning out the next day will be. 

Okie this one took me a bit, had to think how will the scenarios play out. Happy with how it turned out, hope you all like it! Until next time! See ya!

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Tiftxey = choice

zet = treat emotionally, display an attitude towards

Txurtu = strong man

Txankrr = for a long time

[creamecafe]

A Chance to Say Goodbye | Joaquin Torres

Summary: Y/N and Joaquin get into a serious argument after Joaquin got injured badly trying to stop the Flag-Smashers.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fighting, eventual fluff at end, swearing

Word Count: ??

Author's Note: One of my works that I started when I was around 14 years old but never got to post.

Feedback is much appreciated!

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It had been a fine, regular day. You were at home while your boyfriend Joaquin was in Switzerland.

You worried about him constantly if he was ok, if he was injured. But most importantly, is he alive? You try to brush off the thought as you were trying to keep the house clean. Dating Joaquin is both amazing but it can also come with it's challenges.

He can be a bit stubborn at times and gets himself into danger, even though he's a Air Force lieutenant and he chose this job because he wanted to protect people.

You appreciated that part about him. He wanted to help other people. He didn't have superpowers or super human strength, but it's the most he can do such as protecting his country. But with so many people he helps, you wonder, if one day, he'll be able to save himself.

All of the pondering and thinking got interrupted, when you suddenly got a call from a unknown number. You picked it up.

'Hello?"

"Hello, am I speaking with Y/N L/N?"

"Depends on who's asking"

"This is the Switzerland hospital, we're here with Joaquin Torres."

Your heart skips a beat.

"Oh no...what happened? Is everything alright with him?"

"Yes and no. He was beaten up by a terrorist group that is wanted called the "Flag-Smashers". He tried to stop them but he got punched multiple times and had a hard time breathing due to how hard they threw him on the ground."

The tears in your eyes were starting to form already. Your worst nightmare has finally become reality.

"Oh my God. I can't believe it. What is the state he's in now?"

"Right now he can walk fine but the bruises on his face can take time to heal."

"Is the group found? Did anyone see their faces?"

"At the moment no, but we'll update you with information about the group. We're setting up transportation for Joaquin Torres to return due to his condition."

"He'll return where?"

"He'll return to [the house you live in]. We'll drop him off at the airport."

"Ok what time would I expect to pick him up?"

"In about 3 hours if that's ok with you miss."

"Yes it's alright with me."

"Ok, again I'm sorry about the condition of Joaquin ma'am. We might have to call him for questioning about what he saw that night but other than that we want to make sure he's doing well."

"Thank you, very much. I appreciate it, a lot."

"You have a good day miss."

"You too thank you."

You hung up the phone, slowly put the phone on the counter and just took a deep breath. The thought of Joaquin being hurt was too much. What if it had been worse? What if he had been killed?

You try to relax as you have to pick up Joaquin from the airport in 2 ½ hours. You went to the bathroom to take a shower and after take a nap. An alarm was set in your phone to let you know when it's time to pick up your boyfriend.

An hour ½ passed and your alarm rang. You went to get ready and drove to the airport 15 minutes away from your home. You waited in front of the area, trying to see Joaquin. Luckily (not really) the bruises on his face made him stand out in which it made him easy to spot.

He sees your car and smiles, but he can only smile small and not a huge one as he always does when sees you due to the pain that happens. He goes up to the passenger side and opens the car. He gets inside and puts his bag in the back.

"Hi baby." He smiles again leaning in for a kiss.

"Hi" You said not leaning in back with a cold stare

It doesn't take long for Joaquin to know that you are upset, besides the fact you guys have been dating since before the blip.

The ride home was a painfully silent ride. You didn't want it to be one, but you felt like you had to make it clear you weren't happy with the choice Joaquin made confronting those terrorists by themselves, especially without backup or Sam there with him.

Soon enough you guys made it home. You went inside, not waiting for Joaquin, while he was getting his bag from the back of your car. You guys went inside of your home and still no conservation.

"Baby I'm going to take a shower and maybe we can watch a movie together? I'll make the popcorn and you choose the movie tonight." Joaquin heads up to the stairs.

"A movie night? Seriously, after what happened, you want to do a movie night? We're not going to address the elephant in the room?"

His back was facing you but he sighed knowing this wouldn't be easy to drop. He turned to you

"What you did that night was probably the most idiotic, mindless, stupid shit you could have done, that I know of."

"I know that-"

"You couldn't wait for backup or Sam to be there? You just wanted to be the hero in the situation, instead you became a victim and got attacked. You're no stronger or bigger than the Avengers, you could die Joaquin."

"Babe, please you have nothing worry about, it's alright."

"Alright? Alright? You think putting yourself in danger and making me so worried every night that you may not come home is alright to me?"

Joaquin looks down.

"Do you think I like having the thought that I might have to bury my boyfriend one day? Or I get a knock on the door, hearing the news that you died during a mission or I get a call? Your voice starts to break.

"Baby, Y/N," Joaquin comes closer

"I'm sorry. It's just," You swallow trying to hold back tears.

"You know everything that has happened these past 6 years, it's just that if something happens to you, I don't even get a chance to say goodbye or I love you for the last time. That's what I'm afraid of."

Joaquin walks up to you, taking in his arms and just holds you. He sways just like a mother would do for their child in a crib so they they can calm down.

Your tears and running nose stains his sweater, but he doesn't care about that right now. All he cares about is how your feeling. He plants a sweet, tender kiss to the top of your head. He then pulls back and you both look at each other. He smiles, while your tears were visible to the fact it was rolling down your face.

"I promise nothing will happen to me. And I'm sorry to make you worried, truly I am."

You smile realizing you can't be mad at him any more longer. All you can do is be grateful is that he's here in this moment with you, holding you. You cup his bruised face, he winces a bit but doesn't back away.

You kiss him passionately. He does the same back. He cups your face with one hand and holds your waist. You both pull apart to take some air. You can't help but laugh with the tears rolling down your face.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Joaquin."

"About that movie night?"

"Ok we can do it. But I'm picking the movie."

"Fine with me, I do the popcorn."

You both smile and the rest of the night you cuddle together soundly watching [your favourite movie inserted].

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[pablitogavii]

Can you do a post about gavi that is based on Diet Mountain Dew by lana del rey please!

I LOVE Lana so ofc I had to do this request! I hope you enjoy the story anon <3

Bad Friend

"Wait what!!? You never went out without your boyfriend!?" Paola said and I blushed nodding my head not thinking that was really a bad thing considering that having Pablo besides me always made me feel safe.

"No freaking way! Girl! We gotta go out tonight alone!" Sasha added as they all laughed making me even more uncomfortable since I really didn't want to go to club alone.

I struggle with a lot of anxiety which Pablo knows and is the only one with whom I feel safe in a setting like that. I don't like how pushy men are at those places and being rude is the only way to get rid of them..another thing I don't now how to do!

"Um..I don't think Pablo would be okay with that" I said hoping they would just drop it and change the subject but that made them even more determined.

"You can't let your man control you like that! You don't need his permission to go out alone!" Paola was quick to say not really knowing that it was my decision to not go as well as Pablo's..she just took it the wrong way.

"Yeah! Like he won't respect you if you just do everything he wants!" Sasha said and that made me stop and thing..what if they were right? They had many more 'relationships' than me and maybe they speak from experince..maybe Pablo will get bored if I just do whatever he says.

"Mm..o..okay..let's do it then!" I said not really meaning it but wanting to me 'interesting' and make Pablo excited which definitely was not going to end well.

Later than night, I was in our shared bedroom getting ready and wearing one of my black club dresses with white bows on the edges. It was my favorite and Pablo always said I looked like 'his little present' whenever I would wear it so it made me love it that much more.

"Princesita? Do you want to have a bath together..?" Pablo walked in stoping immediately and looking me from head to toe. He certainly enjoyed the view and it flattered me.

"Never mind...I like you wearing that a lot more"he walked up to me pulling me close and kissing my lips softly while caressing my sides feeling the soft material under his fingertips.

"Why are you all dressed up amorcito? Wanted to surprise me??" he smirked and I blushed smiling into soft kisses he left on my lips but when I shook my head he waited patiently for a response.

"Um..I am going out tonight" I said looking up at his face that looked very much confused and a little shocked too. Was it really that shocking I wanted to go out?? Maybe that's what needs to happen so I'm not 'boring' to him??

"Did we make plans I forgot about? Cause I will get ready quickly and I'm gonna match you!" he said and I shook my head again pulling back from the hug and fixing my dress.

"I am going out alone with the girls.." I said looking from the mirror back to his face which now was starting to look partly angry as well as very much worried.

"Amor..you shouldn't go alone" he said simply walking back towards me and pulling me into his arms but I pulled back again. I am doing this!

"Why not!? You don't think I can take care of myself??" I said defensively not really knowing why him saying that made me angry because he was right..I really didn't want to go alone.

"Princesa, it's very different when a girl goes to the club with her boyfriend and when she goes alone with the girls..." Pablo tired to diffuse the situation but I could tell he was really not okay with this.

"I want to go and you are so controlling!" I spat regretting it immediately after seeing Pablo's hurt face. What the hell was I saying!? He was not controlling, he was the best boyfriend in the world and one who always took care of me. I hated myself when I looked into his eyes in that moment.

"I'm sorry, amor..if you want to go, you are free to do it" he pulled back raising his hands up in surrender before leaving for the bathroom and I grabbed my bag hating that I couldn't just lay in bed in his arms but instead go to the place I hated the most.

"Girl!!! Vamos!!!" they picked me up already very much drunk probably pre gaming beforehand but I wasn't really in the mood to drink tonight. Not when I was already feeling anxious and after how I behaved towards Pablo. I felt so bad!

pablitoo: pls be careful tonight princesita. no matter what, if you need me you call me <3 te amo!

I smiled at his text but before I could reply, Sasha grabbed my phone screaming 'tonight you forget about him girl!' turning off my phone just as we arrived the bar.

It's been an hour and I've never been more bored in my life. People were clearly not in their right mind slurring their speech, touching each other on the dance floor and yelling the lyrics.

I was sitting at the bar while the girls were somewhere on the dance floor and I decided to turn my phone back on now that they were nowhere to stop me.

"Hey, preciosa! Let me buy you a drunk..never was ever girl so pretty" a man said making me jump me in my seat not really expecting him to be this close.

"Um..that's okay..thank you" I said pressing on the button to turn on my phone violently like it was the only thing that could save me from this..I needed Pablo.

"Oh come on! One drink with a pretty girl like you would make my night!" he kept pushing and you were still shaking your head as the girls joined in and your phone was finally on.

"Um..I have a boyfriend, sir so no thank you" I showed him my lock screen in which me and Pablo were hugging on the beach in Ibiza..what a lovely memory.

"So what!? It's just a drink! You should take it girl!" Sasha said and I gave her a look signaling that I was uncomfortable but she acted like that didn't matter at all.

"Yeah, she'll have that drink" Paola added but I jumped off the seat feeling the whole room closing in on me as anxiety set in. I sucking wanted to run away from this situation right now!

"No..I'm okay really..I don't want a drink" I said my voice broken and my legs frozen when the man moved towards me like a predator eyeing his prey. I felt so freaking uncomfortable.

"You're a good girl, aren't you..calling me sir and all..let me treat you baby" he tried to touch my hair but I really ran away this time locking myself in the bathroom with tears in my eyes gripping my phone and dialing Pablo's number. Not even one beep passed and I heard his low baritone that brought me immediate comfort.

"Princesa? Everything alright mi amor??" he said calmly and I felt tears falling down my cheeks. I felt horrible for what I said and the way I acted especially when he was still talking so softly to me afterwards.

"Lo siento muchisimo Pablito..I..um..I want to go home.." I was crying into the phone praying nobody find me here but Pablo..I just wanted Pablo.

"I am right outside the bar, where are you amor??" he said and you smiled that he was really sitting in front of the bar for an hour because he knew I would need him.

"Um..girl's bathroom" I whimpered and not even one minute passed as he barged in calling my name and being cussed out by other girls.

"In here!" I said opening the door and he kneeled in front of me putting his hands on my thighs and reassuring me that he was right there and that I was safe.

"Let's go home, hm princesa?" he said after a few moments and I nodded feeling him raise me in his arms and carry me bridal style towards the exit doors.

"You bitches are not even up to my girl's knees!" Pablo spat at the two of them who were still vibing with the same man who wouldn't leave me alone and I laid my head on Pablo's shoulder as we walked to his car.

We arrived and he carried me all the way to our shared bedroom placing me on the bed and taking off my dress before dressing me in his oversized Barça t-shirt that I used for pajamas.

"Lo siento..I didn't mean that you were controlling..um..they say you will get bored if I'm always a good girl..so I wanted to be bad" I spoke shyly while he was taking off my makeup looking so perfect in that moment.

"They have never been loved, princesa..and I love my good girl..I could never get bored of her..she is mi pequeño anjo.." he kissed my lips after finishing cleaning my face and then whispering "there are different ways you could be my bad girl princesa" and I blushed hiding my face in his neck making him giggle as well and pull me onto his lap.

"Thank you for bringing me home.." I whispered after a few minutes of comfortable silence feeling him kiss my head lovingly.

"Always, mi amor..you always call when you need me and I will be right there for you" he said and I moved even closer holding him tight.

"I am never going out without you!!" I said and he chuckled nodding his head and pulling me to bed as we both were tucked in cuddled up and finally ready to fall asleep.

"Te amo muchisimo princesita" he said and I nodded kissing his neck cause his lips were too far right now.

"Te amo Pablito!" you said back as you both fell into sleep with your bodies interlocked together.

I hope you like it <33 Very fluffy I know!!

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Something exactly like this

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none that I can think of.

Words: 2256

Chapter five: The rebel and me

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You: Hey, it's Y/n, we met at the concert.

Hobie: Panic attack girl?

You: Yeah, Hobie right?

Hobie: Indeed, tell me luv, how did you get this number?

You: Your friend spider gave it to me, says you're trustworthy.

Hobie: He's a hell of a guy.

You: Seems so.

Hobie: Is there anything I can do for you?

You: Did you know our friends set us up the other day?

Hobie: Yeah, Jess is not that discreet. I didn't mind, but I can't say the same about you.

You: what do you mean?

Hobie: Well, I know how I look, but your face told me I disgusted you.

You: I promise you, that's not it.

Hobie: I choose to believe you, tho I'm still wounded.

You: What can I do to make you feel better?

Hobie: Now that you mention it, I have another gig downtown, tomorrow night, come see me.

You: I'm not into concerts, you saw that.

Hobie: We're live streaming it, you can stay in my dressing room and watch it, safe and away from the crowd.

You: That actually doesn't seem half bad.

Hobie: Plus my makeup guy bailed on me, Jess told me you did her makeup once or twice, so if you could give me a hand it would mean the world.

You: I can't promise to do it professionally, but I can do my best.

Hobie: I'll send you the address, the show is at eight, be there at seven.

I put the phone away, sinking into the sheets. I think I blinked twice and when I looked at my phone again it was 3 a.m.

Curse fucking 3 am.

FUCK the horrible 3 a.m insomnia that brought my heart to push the play button, my ex's message, his voice and his words were like an anchor on the dark part of the ocean, and it kept pulling me further down under.

He wasn't really in any way the man I needed.

But he was who I wanted.

I longed for his touch, never taking into consideration how much he belittled me, or how many times he hurt me, I still wanted him.

It took me a year, to realize he was taking advantage of my devotion and loyalty, deep within me I just knew he wasn't the one, the endless crying told me that.

But I wanted his kisses, his touch, his laugh, his whole being to be beside me, his hips thrusting into me, his hands taking control of my body against the sheets. Making me moan into oblivion. I forgot many times how much he hurt me just to be like that with him.

It ended being like hugging acid, the more I tried, more patches of skin burnt off my body.

My body wasn't the same after him, after the cops, it was too much all of a sudden.

The incident had me looking rather broken, he noticed, but he took his sweet time into making me believe he loved every part of me. My friend made me realize, he just wanted attention and love, without the commitment of a relationship, and I fell for his promises and his caresses. All the times he claimed he loved me, suddenly meant nothing.

Writing or talking about how it felt when I had to let go, makes the feeling look so little and meaningless.

I missed him more than words are able to describe, he was everything and more to me. My first love.

I wanted to call him, to beg him to give me another chance, that I could be better. Tell him I missed him, that we could start over. But then I remember how much of a stab to my heart was to realize he cheated me with who knows how many girls, tricked me into being in a threesome with his ex girlfriend and him, and after three months into that polyamorous thing, we both realized there was a third girl.

I was never going to be enough, he begged her not to go away, but he discarded me in seconds, told me we could still be friends.

He had lied and cheated on me for a year; part of me knew and was just disappointed, ready to take revenge actions. The other curled against a corner of my mind and cried, screaming, begging for him not to say those words.

I didn't wanted him as a friend, not with my feelings burning my insides, so I just left, never called him though how much I wanted to, and he never talked to me again. Last thing I knew about him was that he went to a concert with the ex of one of his best friends, now you get what type of person he is.

"Y/n, Happy birthday my love, I hope you have a great day, in whatever you do today, enjoy the movie, I'll see you later tonight, I'll call you to let you know I'm close so you don't wait for me alone ok? I miss you, love you so much...have a great day".

I couldn't seem to forget him, he just kept resurfacing. Even more when trying to calm down the fire of need inside me, focusing on something random, a fictional character from a book, an actor... anything.

"FUCK!" Silently my rage was just too much to bare. My skin was on fire, the blood raised to my brain and that was enough to get me out of bed.

In moments of sadness or stress, instant ramen.

I slept a couple of hours, out of sheer luck really, the day at work passed by fast, almost as if it was trying to race me into something.

Finally it was around five in the afternoon, got to say, if it wasn't for Jess, I wouldn't notice myself tapping anxiously against the counter.

"Hey, I heard you're gonna go to Hobie's thing tonight" she had a singing tone, something she did to be obviously interested in the subject, and being highly suggestive about it.

"Yeah he asked me to be there at seven, I'm not sure I'll make it tho" it was about an hour of travel by public services, but my shift wasn't over yet.

"Because of the shift? I already told the boss I'll cover for you, so, go get changed or you'll be late" she nearly shoved me in direction to the back, excitedly so.

"You really want me to go out with him, huh?" She nodded with a huge smile.

"A quick date wouldn't hurt ya', maybe it will make you feel less depressed" it stung more than I could stand, I wanted to confront her, say that she should mind her own business, or to fuck off, but as many conversations with her in the past, it was going to end fruitless.

So I just changed and left, my pride shoved right down my throat.

After forty minutes underground and another 18 by bus, I managed to arrive at the pub. It was nothing quiet, a notorious establishment that stands out among the white fancy boutiques and houses that surround it. Mostly barnished wood from the outside, lots of records hanged by colorful threads under the name sign.

"Welcome fellow music lover, to the "Sundown", can I interest you with a drink?" By the door a punk-dressed waiter smiled at me, "Maybe later, I'm here for Hobie" He looked up and down on me, made a weird out face and sighed, "You sure as hell don't look like a groupie. Behind the stage there's a door, end of the corridor, the door with the star" he lazily pointed out.

I offered him a half smile, he turned so rude all of a sudden, it creep me out. Good thing I don't look like a potencially crazy person, or whatever that jackass meant by that.

I knocked on the door a few times, the ruckus inside poured out from under the door, so clearly couldn't hear me banging the door, I sounded like the freaking police. I did refrained from screaming "FBI open up", given that they have a reputation with cops, and who would be stupid enough to get hurt because of a prank? Not me, but I can't deny it crossed my mind.

"Heya darling~, what ya' doin' so far from the world lil' bird?" The one I assumed to be the drummer opened the door, took a second and worded out his phrase, making me instinctively take a step back. He chuckled given my lack of response, "I know I'm quite a sight, love, but don't undress me with those heaven eyes" Pushed his hair back and leaned forward, but got his ass dragged inside by Jess's boyfriend.

"Hey, I'm pulling my tricks man!" He whined, "That cheap shit never worked on anyone, and overall, not on her, she's my girl's best friend" he really put a halt on him.

"Thank you, Marcus" He turned his head towards me and nodded, not a very worded man, not unless it was absolutely necessary. "Whatever, what is she doin' here?" He let himself fall on the tiny seat behind his drums, pointing me with a drumstick. "This lovely señorita is here to enjoy the show and assist me with my makeup" Hobie walked up to him, took his sticks with a swift sway and worded a "Don't even dare" to him before turning back to me.

"I brought a few stuff I had lying around, didn't know if you would have equipment" he smiled, taking one my hands into his, "I indeed had nothing, you're a lifesaver" He winked.

Still with my hand in his, he walked towards a back couch, moved away a few music gadgets and his guitar away, took seat and pulled so I was just standing in between his legs.

"You go out mate, try on the drums on stage, I don't want my stylist to have any disturbances" His glare was subtle but he mean it, the jerk stood up and took off, leaving us alone.

I noticed carefully the fishnet shirt he rocked, it showed his torso almost completely, but that was smartly complemented with a denim black jacket, adorned with a plethora of pins and colorful patches.

"Better?" He smirked, "Much, thank you" he handed me a photo of a woman with a high sharp makeup, "You sure you want this?" He looked at the picture again and the at me, "Too much?" I shook my head, "I'll go with my hunch, then if you don't like it, I'll do what you wanted at first" he smiled and relaxed his body into the sofa.

He closed his eyes, sighing only a few times while I worked the tiny brush along his eyelid, "Next time, I'll be the one kicking his ass" he murmured making me giggle a little, "Don't move or I'll poke your eye" he was the one to smile, "Sorry".

"The waiter basically called me boring, is this not concert clothing?" I blended the line that I had just outlined, in the direction of the temple, the ink was taking shape on his skin, a standard smoky eye, but the gold eyeliner that I had brought was going to highlight his brown eyes perfectly.

"I think you look fairly cute, he's blind I say" he still had his eyes closed, so I guess he's the kind of man to actually take a notice on small details.

"You look rather dashing, like born to call attention on yourself, you'll be lucky to make it out alive if they catch you" his sudden frown almost made me lose balance with the eyeliner.

"They?" He murmured confused, as if he was that naive. I referred to his fans, he seemed to have understood it that way, by the time he had finished with his ohos, I gently painted his lips with a black gel lipstick.

"Mmh, do me a favor then" he spoke after a while, taking the lipstick off my hand and gesturing me to lean towards him. He then caressed the underside of my jaw with his fingers, making a little pressure and pulling my face forward.

He took the cap off, his free hand now gently holding the back of my head in place, before applying the back ink on my lips, his eyes fixed on me.

"Now, leave a kiss on me, anywhere" he acomodated himself on the couch, pulling his jacket down his arms a bit, seeing him so exposed made me feel an unexpected heat on my cheeks.

"What for?" I guess the laugh he got out of me was out of sheer awkwardness, either that, or he really had me blushing.

He took my hand, gently making me sit on his lap, he was so beautifully hypnotic, my body moved on it's own.

"I wanna cause some riot, have a little fun. Now, leave me a kiss, a bite mark, a hickey, 'm good with anythin' darling...please?" He pleaded, softly, very close to my ear. His hand moved up and gently held my back, his thumb making small circles.

"Can't have one of your friends do it?" I had my hands on his shoulders, but I had them almost hovering, I didn't wanted him to notice how much I was shaking.

"Not even at gunpoint, love, please? Pizza afterwards, your pick, my treat" his hand brushing my hair made my decision easier.

"Deal, but don't blame me if they kill you".

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Birthday

Celebrating Marcus's birthday on Halloween Marcus Rashford Word Count: 432 I know its not his birthday yet, but thought i'd post early x "Happy birthday" you mumbled as you heard Marcus shuffling in bed beside you. "Thank you" he whispered as he shuffled closer to you in bed as he cuddled you.

"So what shall we do for the day? it is your day after all" you asked Marcus as he sat up in bed as he took your hand in yours as he played with your fingers. "I don't mind, shall we go do something Halloween, it is Halloween today after all" he grinned as you nodded, reaching over on the floor as you wanted to give him his presents. "Oh babe, thank you so much. I love these, you must have known I wanted these because I was about to order these but got distracted by something" He smiled as he kissed you on the cheek. "I love you, I do" he smiled as he jumped out of bed. "Right I am going for a shower and then we can decide what to do" you smiled as you watched him whilst you decided to go and make some breakfast. "I got you some Halloween treats, I know you have a game in a few days so can't exactly have too many. I don't fancy being blamed for it" you laughed as you handed him his breakfast. "Aww thank you, so do you have any ideas for us today? I want to go too the pumpkin patch or something but as it's halloween it will be sooo busy and people will see me" he laughed as he bit into his slice of toast. "Oh alright, mr i'm a famous footballer. That is another idea crossed off of the list" you laughed. "So are no ideas coming out? I want to do something for Halloween, but maybe we just chill or something if that is all you want to do" you asked Marcus, sounding deflated as you wanted to do something fun for his birthday. "Hey we can just chill if that is okay" Marcus grinned. "Sounds perfect, in the dark because the kids will want to be knocking" he teased. "Sounds good, you pick the films. Is it too early to watch them?" you asked him as he set up the TV with the films ready as well as all the cushions and the blankets as you got ready for your film marathon "This is so cosy, I have some hot chocolate for us and some snacks for us while we watch whatever weird film" you laughed as you snuggled up with him on the sofa under the blanket as you got all comfy.

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DYED HANDS | KSJ

a/n: In honor of dyeing my hair, and the process being absolutely terrible, I bring a Jin fic of his famous diy purple hair...cause it was just tew iconic, and I want to go back to that time respectfully. per usual, stay gold⁷ -miri

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SeokJin wouldn't lie and say he wasn't upset when the company told him strictly that he couldn't dye his hair. He thought that this was just completely unfair, and subjugating.

Until, his sweet, yet mischievous lover had stopped by his hotel room one night, with two drugstore bags in hand. Curious, SeokJin watched as you placed them on the desk, smiling brightly.

"I know you just told me your managers said you couldn't dye your hair and all....but it so happens that I may have accidentally bought hair dye anyway." You stated, rummaging through the bag, pulling out four boxes of purple dye.

SeokJin couldn't help but stare in disbelief. Even though he was strictly forbidden to do anything to his hair, (not even the hair stylist wanted to fall in the wrath of the company) here his wonderful companion stood, boxes in hand waiting patiently.

"What color?" He asked and you smiled, "purple! for Army, duh!" you chirped, walking to the hotel bathroom, not needing to turn around to know SeokJin was following behind. "Right but, why so many boxes?" He asked a moment later, watching as you started to mix the dye in the bottles it came with.

"I thought it was obvious, I'm dyeing my hair too! you really think I wouldn't match with you? We do it every time. Am I the best, or am I the best?!" You asked, rhetorically, shaking two of the bottles, glancing at SeokJin through the mirror.

"yeah, you're the best...but I might actually get in trouble if I dye my hair" he muttered, his plump lips jutting out slightly, and you had almost wanted to kiss the pout off his face, instead you snorted in amusement.

"Says you, you cut your own bangs two months ago! and they were crooked! this is not as bad as that. And what can they really do about it, fire you?" He stared at you, as you wore a smug look.

Mumbling to himself, he slid the set of gloves that came with the dye, on. "Hand me the dye." He stuck his covered hand out, gripping the bottle as you handed it to him.

"See, now that's what I like to see! your hair, your choice!" you cheered him on, watching intently as he squeezed the bottle on top of his head, smearing it in with his gloved hand.

After what seemed like a while, you both sat in the bathtub, waiting patiently till it was time to rinse your hair out. "...what's the time at, Jinnie?" you asked, looking at him, your back sore from leaning against the hard tub.

"ERM...what timer?" He asked, turning to face you, eyebrow raised. You smiled tightly, "you know? the timer I TOLD YOU TO PUT ON! you want our hair to fall out!?"

Quickly the both of you scrambled out the tub, SeokJin turning the water on, ducking his head into the water that gushed out from the faucet. "I can't afford to lose my hair! not yet - it's not time!"

You gasped, hitting his arm, "oh so you wouldn't mind me being bald then?!" You can see his shoulders move in a shrugging motion, and you scoffed, "wow thanks..." you sat on the edge, waiting for your turn, humming a soft tune.

"a-Ah Help Me! BABY HELP ME IT GOT IN MY EYE!" SeokJin yelled out in pain, and you jumped up scrambling to help him with a towel in hand.

"So...." you trailed off, as both of you stared in the mirror, purple hair blotchy. "for how long we kept it in, I thought it would at least keep its color." you decided on saying because really, the blotchiness was just unnecessary.

"Long-Lasting my ass! this is coming off in a week." SeokJin muttered, throwing a towel over his hair, trying to dry it off as best he could. You followed suit, shrugging mindlessly.

"at least your hands are a cute purple !" You noted, looking down at yours as well- and yep, also dyed purple. You heard him groan from beside you, "Just great! You know how long this will take to fade? just great!"

You snickered, earning a look from him, but honestly, it was funny to you. "cheer up, baby...it's really not bad, it's cute!" hoping it would cheer him up, even if it was just slightly.

"this is not cute! I think the dye job is punishment enough. SeokJin....just," the manager waved his hand in front of him, "go. it wouldn't hurt for you or the boys to listen once in a while. As for you,"

he then pointed towards you, and you feigned Innocence, "I can't say anything to you- stop provoking Seokjin's ideas! I get you guys want to do couple matching things, but please, let's not mess with his looks."

you nodded, knowing this would happen again anyways, it always did, and he knew it too. "yes sir, I'll make sure to get matching shirts next time. wouldn't that be cute, Jinnie? matching shirts?"

Next to you SeokJin, shrugged, nodding. "I mean- yeah. maybe purple shirts would be better than our hair."

"I'll have you know you look handsome in your blotchy hair! it brings out your blotchy skin tone." you stated, to which he nodded, holding his chest, "thank you sweetheart that means a lot to me. The blotchy hair really brings out your uneven layers."

you gasp covering it with a laugh, "hah! you're so cute! I just love you!!" His windshield wiper laugh filled the room, as he brought you closer to him, placing a kiss on your nose, "i love you too...even though half the time i get scolded because of you."

"partners in crime. it's a mutual thing, really."

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Violet eyes rose to meet her own as she entered the room, Rhysand rose a finger to his lips before he looked down at his sister. Marsaili was curled up asleep, her head was resting upon his lap as her fingers were gripping the edge of his shirt.

"I'm sorry my Rose," he whispered as he held his hand out for Silarial, wanting him to come to sit beside him. "She fell asleep, she hasn't been sleeping well and I didn't want to disturb her."

She frowned moving to sit next to him. She held his chin kissing him softly before she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Why are you apologizing to me? Tamlin does this a lot too, and Mabry did it when we were all small."

She flushed and kissed his shoulder.

"It just shows you'd be an amazing father."

She resisted the urge to touch her stomach. She wanted to tell him, to celebrate now that it was confirmed. But she didn't want to disturb them.

"Is there anything I can do?"

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Sebastien rubbed his face.

"I can't believe you made a deal with Changelings Alexie."

Natalia huffed and went back to focusing on the fire.

"I am not surprised he takes too much after you."

Sebastien shot her a look, his voice carried in their bond.

But you like that he is like me, Tasha.

Pride slid through him as he saw Natalia's lips twitch before she turned fully to the fire.

Not in this Basha.

Sebastien sighed and looked to Aleksander. She was right, Aleksander made him proud in so many ways. He had hoped he wouldn't be as reckless as he'd been in his youth.

"I'm not sure if I should be proud or terrified for you. This war is -"

He sat down, pushing some coffee toward him. Ursula watched her father and brother. She frowned at her mother, trying to stand still.

"We are at war Mama why does it matter what I wear?"

"Because I will not have my daughter be dressed in rags. Now stand still so you do not bleed, girl."

Ursula's jaw set, and Sebastien turned to watch them. He tapped his finger on the table discreetly, getting his youngest attention. He held up a small bowl of chocolate. It was meager compared to the wealth and money they'd had in Nirtea. Sometimes, he was happy Ursula didn't remember when he saw how happy this simple thing made her. He put a finger to his lips, and Ursusla nodded eagerly. She finally stood obediently for her mother.

Natalia knew, of course she did. He'd found some for her, but that was neither here nor there. He looked back at Aleksander it still surprised him to see just Aleksander and not Azriel by his side. They'd been so close once before.

"The Changelings will play with you. I was betrothed to an Eyrie long ago. She was worthless to her kind, her wings to be clipped as she could not help them. She wasn't strong enough to bear a child, the thing she was meant to do."

Sebastien rolled his eyes at that and drummed his long fingers on the table.

"Her mate was away, and even when I contacted him to hurry home, we weren't in time. She died too weak to handle the procedure. Melkor was...he - he was a ruthless fighter, but this pushed him over the edge. He shunned everyone who knew him and left the island. Years later, once your mother and I had met and mated, we crossed paths again. He'd tracked down a Changeling Colony. A fledgling one by the sounds of it. He told us they could reunite him with his Marion."

Sebastien lips twisted, and he looked to his hands.

"I am not sure how or why it happens, but some mates who die do not pass on. They cling to their mates and appear as apparition only their mate can see and interact with. I - I confess it's far-fetched, but I have heard it happen many times. Or maybe the fae are truly insane, I do not know - they do not live long. Melkor lived far longer than any others I'd meet since him. Do you know how they fulfilled their request to him, Aleksander?"

He could still see the torn limbs, the viscera, the sheer violence, and carriage of it. Smaug had laughed and playfully lunged for him. If Natalia hadn't been there, he would have died out of sheer shock.

It had been the first real death he'd seen when the Revolutions began against the Daglan. He'd see Smaug many times over the next 100 years or war. He supposed he should thank him in a twisted way for switching sides in the end - without his support, they would have never won. At least they'd gone nearly 700 years without the Changelings appearing to cause trouble, till now.

"If you truly want to do this, we will support you. But I am not letting you do this alone, Aleksander."

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Love Is Madness

@luxmaeastra

"You claim to love this court Unah and yet you run the moment things don't go your way?"

Unah spun to look at him her eyes flaring silver, her body flaring in her veins. Rhysand held his ground as she stalked back to him.

"Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare. I have given everything for this court. I will not be caught in a civil war. I warned you of the cracks, of the way your inhabitants in Velaris felt and you didn't listen."

"So you run? Is that it? Off to seduce —"

Rhysand stumbled backward as she slapped him. She stepped closer the wind picking up around them.

"Fuck you. I never fault you for sleeping with someone as young as her. I never yelled at you for calling what should have been, for giving her the jewels and crowns that should have been mine."

He scoffed and lowered his hand.

"Being High Lady is more than the looks and luxury Unah. Feyre is am adult regardless of what you insinuate. She knew the relationship she was getting into —"

"You sound like Drakon."

"Perhaps Drakon had a fucking point then. And he's dead. That dream of yours should have died with him.'

She squeezed her hands, her nails digging into her palm.

"Don't you think it wouldn't have if you didn't keep promising it to me? If you didn't keep pursing me?"

"Oh like you didn't like it? Like you didn't toy right back with me? Or do you think I don't know about Henri?"

Unah's face smoothed over and she stepped away as the others of his court arrived. She sent him a cold look moving to stand with Feyre and Morrigan.

They would be here soon.

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Franco glanced at Oren as they stood in the shadows. Mars seemed to want to keep the reveal as secret as possible.

"You don't look nervous."

Oren looked from the horizon to him and rose an eyebrow. It still jarred him how much he'd grown up.

"But you think I am?"

"You're doing that nail picking thing Cahir does when he's tense and nervous."

He frowned and looked at his finger. He sighed mentally healing the wound and clasping his hands behind his back. He blinked and looked back at Franco.

"Wait how do you know Cahir? You were 10 when I died."

"I've met him and Cirah in Vallhan. I like them, a little stiff but fun once you get alcohol in them."

His lips twitched.

"That seems like them. They're married now right? How are they? Happy?"

"Well I saw them on their honeymoon tour and they were all soft with each other. I didn't like it, very annoying and uncomfortable."

Oren could feel a genuine smile at that.

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Isla knows the weight Elliot carries, she can sense the way he's pulled in different directions since Hunter's absence. And she knows how his deep his emotions run, a trait he often sees as a curse. But, Isla views it differently. A testament to his loyalty and dedication, and why he exists so strongly in so many of the pack member's hearts. Her fingers tenderly brush against his cheek, her gaze filled with understanding and concern as she looks up at him. "You do not need all the answers right now, mi amor." she whispers softly, her voice carrying a reassuring tone. "I wish I could do more but I promise, Elliot. Every map, anything and everything I can do from here while you search, I will." and she thinks Elliot knows that if her stomach wasn't growing with not just one new life but two, she would be right there beside him on every search too.

Isla rises gently from the floor, setting herself in his lap. "None of you will do this alone." Isla speaks softly but her voice laces with determination, her fingers sweeping through his hair so her gaze can lock to his. And in true Elliot fashion, his concern for her overshadows his own worries. Isla can't help but let out a gentle sigh, "Mi amor, who do you think I was thinking of to be able to do all of that?" she's touched by his selflessness and presses a kiss against the corner of his mouth. "I knew I had to find you before anything else." she murmurs, the memories still vivid in her mind. How frantic she was, how much she needed him. "Without you, I knew I would not be able to do anything to look for them." she encourages, her forehead pushing to his with a subtle nuzzle. "Now I am here for you, this is how it works, Elliot." Isla reminds him with a slight grin. "That is the agreement we have, no? When each other needs something, we are there. Forever."

Elliot finds himself swimming in a sea of doubt that seems to get deeper and deeper the more days pass without the run's return. He feels sick with worry, gut twisting as anxiety rises with each day. The only thing that anchors him is Isla's presence, but even then, she knows how he's feeling, without him having to say. How he's torn between wanting to look for Hunter and his nephews, and his daughter. Besides his and Isla's run back in October, it's the longest he's been without his brother by his side. And he feels his absence immediately. Like there's a part of him missing. An anchor that's no longer there and he's certain he'd've floated away with Isla grounding him all over again.

"Hey," Elliot replies just as soft, hand clasping hers and leaning into it with a sigh. "I dunno what I'm gonna do, Isla," he admits, blue eyes peering into golden ones. "We're gonna talk to Wolf but he's..." they're all trying to keep it together. "I'm sorry I wasn't there," Elliot says with a heavy exhale. He caresses her face gently, tipping his head a little so he can look at her a bit more directly. "When you were dealin' with all this...you were alone." He regrets it every day that she'd had decide between their daughter, her sister and him, and without anyone to rely on but herself. "I ain't ever lettin' that happen again, Isla." It's something that haunts him even now, and as he's in the same position, he doesn't know how she kept going.

[viscerax]

Hi , hope your doing well x I’ve got a finney x reader request ( gn if u can!) Where there supposed to be studying but they start making out nothing too bad but they got caught by Gwen

If you can’t that’s fine :)

Caught

Pairing: Finney x gn!reader

A/N: Finney has glasses because I said so, before anyone attacks me before reading this, they don't have sex and it doesn't really get anywhere close to that. Teenagers kiss. Teenagers make out, sorry if you can't accept that.

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Studying with Finney was easy. He was always so helpful and somehow always knew when you didn't understand something.

What wasn't easy was well... staying focused. You always got so distracted watching as Finney chewed the end of his pencil, or the way his new glasses slightly slid off his face when he looked down.

"Y/n!" Finney snapped his fingers in front of your face and you quickly shook your head, now paying attention. "Did you hear me?"

"Huh-? I mean uhm, oh yeah. I did." You mumbled, glancing down at his paper, which was obscured by his arm, making it impossible to guess what question he had asked.

"Great so then what is the answer?" Finney hummed, tapping the eraser of his pencil against his lips.

You groaned and looked at the ceiling trying to come up with a random answer. "5. The answer is 5." You gave Finney a half confident smile, to which Finney just sighed and shook his head.

"You've got to pay attention, Y/n! Or else you're gonna fail the test, then you're gonna come crying to me and I'm just gonna tell you the same thing I tell you everytime. Pay! Attention!" Finney thumped his pencil against your forehead, causing you to wince and grumble.

"But this is so boring! And you know-" you glanced down, reaching a hand out to brush some of his fluffy brown hair from his forehead. "- you're just so distracting! I mean, how am I supposed to focus when you're there, looking the way you do." You smirked as Finney's face immediately flushed bright red.

"I-uhm- no! This is not my fault! You need to focus!" Finney huffed, trying to look away so you couldn't see just how flustered he was.

"Ughhhh fine! But only if you give me a kiss." You huffed, pouting a bit. Finney glanced at you, letting out a bit of an exasperated sigh. You really were such a brat sometimes.

"You can have a kiss if you can manage to answer a question right. If you get it wrong, no kisses or hugs from me for the rest of the day." Finney smirked, knowing this would be one of the only ways to get you to listen.

"Fine. Challenge accepted." You smirked and looked down at the math book in front of you, laser fucking focused. "Come on, ask me a question."

"Okay. Here's a good one." Finney pointed to a problem in the book and you nodded, scribbling the formula down onto your notebook and mumbling every now and then as you wrote. Once you finished, you proudly showed the paper to Finney, and he nodded. "Good. Great job." Finney smiled and you giggled, quickly taking the opportunity to swipe the books and pages away from in front of you and crawling over so that you sat on your knees in front of Finney.

Finney looked up at you nervously through his glasses. No matter how many times the two of you had kissed, he always felt like it was his first. You smiled. He wasn't a great kisser, but he wasn't bad. Besides, it didn't matter if he was a good kisser, because he didn't need to be. It was just you and him. No performance. No audience to impress. Just you and him.

You leaned in, pressing your lips together, the rim of his glasses bumping onto your nose. You winced and pulled away quickly taking his glasses off and gently setting them down next to you. "Can we restart?" You chuckled, and Finney, still to flustered to speak simply nodded.

So you did. You pushed your lips onto his, hands clutching his face in a sweet embrace. Finney never knew what to do with his hands. He simply rested them on the curve of your hips, fingers gently brushing against the skin of your midriff under your slightly raised shirt. Your skin was warm and comforting, and his touch was the same. There was never any ill intent in Finneys innocent touches.

Finney fet you gently begin to push against him, and so he began to lean back so that he was laying on the floor and you were on top of him. Your hands still clutched to his face, thumbs gently brushing his burning cheeks. Your kisses were a but more rough then Finney was used to, although he didn't really have anything to compare it to, only the kisses he had seen in movies. But you knew what he was and wasn't comfortable with, and never, ever hurt him.

Just as you were about to pill apart, you heard a loud shouting from Finneys doorway.

"Ewwww!! I thought you guys were studying math, not biology!" Gwen shouted, her face contorted into a look of disgust. You quickly sat up, scooting back, and Finney followed suit.

"Gwen! Get out! Don't you know to knock?!" Finney shouted, throwing a loose pencil at Gwen.

"I did knock, but I guess you guys couldn't hear me over the sound of your little 'study session' going on!" Gwen turned around and hugged herself, creating the illusion that she was making out with someone else. "Oh Finney! Oh Y/n! Mwah mwah mwah!" She chuckled, only stopping when Finney threw an eraser at her.

"Okay, Gwen! Stop!" Finney shook his head, more embarrassed then before, and you were simply chuckling. "Now what did you need?"

"Oh, nothing! Just wanted to come see my brother!" Gwen giggled mischievously.

"Get out!" Finney picked up a book, about to throw it, but Gwen slammed the door shut and ran down the hallway, giggling. "I'm sorry about her. Such a pain in the ass sometimes." Finney grumbled, but you simply giggled at him.

"Oh wow! Did Finney Blake just swear? You must be real pissed." You smiled, gently punching him in the shoulder. "Anyways, should we continue?"

"Ah- nope. You've got to get another answer right, remember?"

You groaned, placing your hands over your face.

Let's just say, not to much studying was done, hut at least you didn't fail your test.

[sapphosvioletts]

Very Protective

Yelena Belova x Autistic reader

Request:

i was just wondering if you could do a yelena x autistic!reader where r meets natasha, melina, alexei for the first time? and maybe alexei is too excited and scares r and yelena becomes protective

Word count: 1,198

Warnings: description of meltdown

Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.

.oOo.

Yelena puts her hand on my bouncing leg as she drives with her other hand. I grab her fingers and start to fidget anxiously with them. She brings my hand up to her lips and kisses the back of my head, rubbing her cheek against my hand lovingly before letting me fidget with her fingers again.

I'm meeting her family for the first time, and I'm a little nervous. Of course I'm nervous about making a good impression on my girlfriends family, but meeting new people in general always scares me. Besides, Yelena said that she has told her family all about me and they loved me, so I'm not as worried about that.

However, new people always make me anxious. Because I'm autistic, I have to have so many social scripts already memorized in my head because I don't know how exactly they want me to act. I have to just copy them and then hope that my memorized scripts hold up.

When I'm anxious, I also tend to be semiverbal or nonverbal as well, which makes it hard to even speak in the first place. I'm only hoping that they are understanding, because the last thing I need is to be sent into a meltdown.

Yelena assured me that they are more than accepting, she even told them I was autistic beforehand, of course with my permission. Everything should be okay, but I just can't help but be anxious about it because I don't know exactly how it will play out.

.oOo.

I take a deep breath and grab onto Yelena's hand as we get out of the car. She smiles down at me, silently reassuring me that it's okay. I give her the best smile that I can in return. Before we arrive at the walkway of the farm, Yelena stops me and turns me towards her, her hands resting on my shoulders.

"Hey, it is going to be okay. I'm there for you no matter what, yeah? If you need a second alone, then just let me know and I can make it work. I know that meeting new people can be a lot for you, so please tell me when you feel uncomfortable or need something." My heart clenches with love for my girlfriend, still honestly not believing I got lucky enough with her.

"But... I- what if I can't speak?" I stutter out, my words coming out slightly slower than usual as I feel it get more and more difficult to be verbal. "That's okay, I can talk for you, okay? You don't need to worry about any of that. And you have your notebook and pen, as well as your phone, so you have your other ways of communicating, and they are just as okay as speaking verbally."

I crash into her and hug her tightly, trying to show how thankful I am for her. She holds me tightly, taking deep breaths in hopes that I'd follow. After a couple minutes of just holding each other, we finally pull away. Yelena picks up our bags that she set on the ground, since we are staying for the weekend.

With one last look to each other, we start walking up through the farm, both of us giggling at all of the pigs. "Mama and her pigs, sometimes I think she loves them more than me." Yelena jokes, making the both of us laugh.

.oOo.

Melina opens the door, a bright smile on her face as she sees the two of us. "Hello! Come in, come in!" She waves us in, shutting the door behind us. "Mama, this is my girlfriend." Yelena says proudly, pulling me into her side.

Yelena's sister walks in the room right as Yelena introduces me. Unbeknownst to me, Yelena had given her a talk beforehand, telling her not to play the "protective and intimidating older sibling" role. She knows that Natasha is protective over her and doesn't want her to get hurt, but Yelena also knows that I won't be just intimidated by Natasha, I'll be terrified and probably be incredibly anxious to just be in the same room as her.

Although her intentions are pure, I won't take it that way. Natasha understood though, and from what she's heard, she made out that I'm right for Yelena, and the last thing she would want to do is hurt her sisters partner.

So Natasha gives me a warm smile, her body relaxed. "It's nice to meet you." Natasha says, only giving me a warm nod, not wanting to touch me without my permission, which I appreciate.

We follow Melina to the living room, where Alexei is sitting on the couch. He gets up when he sees us, hugging Yelena tightly while laughing excitedly. Yelena smiles awkwardly, but still hugs him back. He pulls away and looks at me next, his arms wide open. "Ah, you must be Yelena's girl."

Alexei wraps his large arms around me and pulls me into his body, to the point that I almost can't breathe. My breath hitches in panic and my arms try to come up to defend myself out of instinct, but he is holding onto me so tight I can't move.

He speaks very, very loudly while he's hugging me. I don't even listen to what he says, I don't have the willpower to even make it out with how overwhelmed I feel at the moment.

When he finally lets go I step back and wrap my arms tightly around myself, giving him an awkward smile, not wanting to be rude. Although the whole interaction lasted not even 30 seconds, it felt like much longer.

Yelena of course noticed my panicked state, and she stood closely to me once I stepped back. She was the one who told Alexei to stop hugging me, but I didn't realize that.

Right once I feel tears come to my eyes, Melina speaks up, "Why dont I show you girls to your room?" Yelena nods immediately, thankful her mom took notice of the situation. Natasha and Alexei go and sit down in the living room while they wait.

Yelena drops our bags on the floor of the room we're staying in, and right once Melina shuts the door behind her as she leaves I burst into tears. I can't help but drop to the floor, leaning my back up against the bed with my knees hugged to my chest.

Yelena sits beside me immediately, her heart aching at the sight, but also feeling unbelievable anger at Alexei for being the cause of it. She pushes that anger away however, she doesn't want it to come across like she's angry at me.

I crawl into Yelena's lap, just wanting her comfort. Sometimes during meltdowns I just want to be left alone, but sometimes I need physical comfort, only from those I am extremely close to though. She wraps her arms around me and holds me close to body.

I start rocking my body back and forth and Yelena follows, letting me set the pace. I start scratching my legs, leaving bright red marks behind. Yelena notices and starts rubbing her hands up and down my arms with just the right amount of pressure, understanding that I'm trying to look for sensory stimulation.

Her hands eventually make their way down to my legs, being more careful with the aching red marks. She continues this until I finally calm down, my tears almost gone and my breathing back to normal.

"You feeling a bit better?" I nod, leaning into her tiredly. "I'm really sorry honey, Melina said she talked to him and told him not to be so excited and loud, but I guess he didn't listen." I don't respond, not really being verbal at the moment. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and hold her tightly.

"Shower?" Is all I'm able to get out, but she understands. Showers usually make me feel a bit better after meltdowns, they're always so relaxing and the feeling of the water pressure feels great.

Yelena picks me up and brings me to the bathroom, setting me on the counter. She leaves the lights off, knowing that l'm usually sensitive to light after meltdowns as well. She turns on the shower for me, making sure it's the perfect temperature, before helping me undress and step in the shower.

"Will you be okay alone? I'll just be out in the living room." I nod, pecking her lips before closing the closing the shower curtain. I close my eyes and just try to relax.

.oOo.

Yelena storms out of the room and reaches under the first table that she sees, of course finding a knife strapped under, typical Melina. She twirls the knife between her fingers as she stomps through the house.

She finds Alexei in the kitchen, and she immediately pushes him back against the table, holding the knife up to his neck. "You hurt my girl" is all she says, her tone menacing. "Woah, Yelena get off." Melina scolds her, pulling her off of Alexei.

Yelena briefly fights back before letting her pull her back, still glaring at Alexei the whole time. "What did I do?" Alexei asks. Yelena scoffs and rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. "Did you not listen to a word Mama told you?" She snaps angrily.

Alexei's eyes dart around and he put his hands up innocently. "I didn't think she would react so poorly, how is this my fault?" Yelena launches forward, but Natasha catches her by a hand around her waist and holds her back. Yelena shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Look, she already was anxious about coming here, and you did not help. I told you all that she does not like being touched without permission, yet you touch her anyways?" She takes a deep breath and is about to go on, but Natasha stops her. "Hey, how about Melina and I try to explain things to him more and you go make sure she's okay, yeah?"

Yelena looks at everyone for a couple seconds before nodding and walking off. She trusted Natasha to explain things accurately, she listened to Yelena and even educated herself.

When she gets back to our room I'm still in the shower. She knocks lightly on the bathroom door before coming in. "Hey, is everything okay?" She asks softly. I let out a small hum in response and she understands. She closes the bathroom door again to keep the bright sunlight out of the dark bathroom, before sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor next to the shower.

She didn't feel like getting in the shower this time. Normally she would get in with me, hold me in her arms and sway us side to side to relax me. But right now all she wants is my company, she doesn't feel like getting all the way. "I'm sitting right here, just to let you know." She informs me.

I reach a hand out through the curtain and she grabs it, not caring that it's wet and dripping water onto the tile floor. She kisses the back of it and I smile, although she can't see it.

"I'm sorry about Dad, I told them all not to touch you but I guess he didn't listen. Natasha and Mama are talking to him right now." She pauses for a moment before adding "I may have almost lightly stabbed him, but Mama stopped me." She scoffed and I can tell she rolled her eyes even though she can't see me. I giggle at her words, shaking my head. Of course she did. She cracks a smile at hearing my giggles.

"Very protective" I rasp out.

"Of course, only for you."

[zodiyack]

Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

Taglist: @urie-bowie-mercury, @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @dpaccione

Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist

"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude, rude?

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude? Why you gotta be so rude?

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

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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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The Gala -- JJ Maybank (Part 2 of 2)

Summary - JJ loves to pretend he is someone else, so going to a gala and pretending to get engaged ( for free drinks of course ) is just his speed

Word Count - 1.5k

My favorite half of this mini series :)

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Once we pulled up I saw a few valet drivers standing at the front of the huge building.

"Won't, this place is ridiculous." I gasped, looking at the white palace-looking place.

"I know, can't wait to cause a small ruckus." He rubbed his hands together and I shook my head at him.

"Okay, JJ, you gotta keep it together, we are in figure 8 and we are 21. The slightest bit of maturity is needed at least until we are inside." He nodded enthusiastically at me, putting on a serious face. I pulled up to the valet service and just as I went to open my door JJ told me to stay inside. I furrowed my eyebrows at him as he took the keys and handed them to the driver.

"Just a sec, I've gotta get the door for my lady." The driver nodded with a smile. He came to my side and opened the door politely, grabbing my hand and helping me out.

"Thank you, love." I said, grabbing his hand and waving to the drivers as we made our way to the door.

"Hello there, name please?" The usher asked with a smile.

"Y/n Y/L/N and JJ Maybank. We are friends with Georges's cousin, he invited us." JJ lied confidently, pulling an invitation from his pocket.

I wonder where he got that, who knows with him.

"Alright, IDs?" He asked. I pulled mine from my course and handed it to him, JJ doing the same. He gave them a little once over and opened the door. "Enjoy your night." Once we were inside I turned to him.

"Where did you get that invitation?" I chuckled.

"Some kooks doorstep." He shrugged, handing it to me.

"Wow, they're really setting it up so anyone could take it and use it. No specific name on it or anything."

"Exactly. Wanna dance?" He asked, presenting his hand to me.

"Yes please!" I said as he dragged me to the group of people dancing on the tile floor. We danced to the fun upbeat songs for a while before there was a slow song.

"You wanna keep dancing or go get a drink?" He asked quietly.

"I need a breather, a slow dance shouldn't be too bad. Gotta keep up the couple facadé, right?" I said, putting my arms around his neck. He nodded in agreement, putting his hands on my waist. I laid my head on his chest and he rested his chin on my head.

"This is fun." He whispered, swaying with me. "We should do this more often."

"You can dance with me whenever you want JJ, we just happen to be in a very public place right now."

"I wanna dance with you anywhere, all the time." I smiled down at him and I could feel my face heating up for the second time that day, so I buried my face in his chest again.

"Let's get some drinks." I said as the song ended. I held his hand and pulled him to the bar. I slid some money on the counter. "Can I have a shot of tequila please?" I smiled at the bartender and she nodded. JJ scooted his stool closer to mine, putting his arm around me. It's like he *knew* he was making me flustered.

"Here you go, ma'am. Anything for you sir?" She turned to JJ.

"I'll have the same." She nodded and poured him one. I threw the shot back and put the shot glass on the table.

"Can I also get a shot of whiskey?" I smiled politely, JJ tilting his head at me.

"Of course." She poured me the shot. "Would you like a chaser? Some water?" She asked before I drank it. I nodded thankfully. She set a glass of water in front of me. I turned to JJ with a smile, hiding the shit glass.

"On three?"

"On three." He said back.

"One, two, three." We both took a shot and my face scrunched at the horrible burn and taste. I quickly chugged the water. JJ laughed at my dramatics.

"You alright there dear?" He asked teasingly, resting his hand on my thigh. I nodded enthusiastically.

"I am a-okay! But I *do* need to pee, so I'll be right back." I replied, sliding away from his grasp and heading to the bathroom. I went in and stood at the sink for a moment.

"Get ahold of yourself! It's a little game, none of this is real." I splashed some water on my face, realizing that I was in fact buzzed. I slapped my cheeks lightly a few times before going back out to the party. Just as I walked out I saw a girl sitting in my seat, clearly flirting with JJ. He looked *severely* disinterested. I felt a little out of control of my emotions and actions at the moment so I just let it play out.

I made my way back over to JJ, giving him a look. He gave me a 'help me' look as I walked towards him. I winked and sent him finger guns. I came up quite fast, making my way into JJ's lap, he wrapped his arms around me immediately.

"Hey, baby, who's this?" I tilted my head at her.

"I think she said her name was Tracy?" He said.

"It's Talia." He said with a slight mean mug. I felt JJ shrug behind me.

"I was just wondering where my girl went." He said against my ear, kissing the edge of it. I would have melted right then and there if I wasn't buzzed. Talia scoffed and left *my* seat, which caused JJ to laugh, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"She would not leave me alone. I mentioned you like 4 times." He shook his head. I shifted on his lap a little.

"Is that a box in your pocket or are you just happy to see me." I teased.

"Oh, I'm definitely happy to see you." He shot back confidently. "Speaking of, you think this is a good time for a proposal? Or should I do it during a slow dance on the dance floor?"

"Oh slow dance for sure. We want as many people to see you propose so we get free drinks." I giggled, kissing his rosy cheek. Conveniently, a slow song began to play.

"Can I have this dance?" He asked in a horrible British accent.

"Yes sir." I replied in a just as bad accent, standing from his lap and taking him to the dance floor. I put my arms back around his neck and his hands returned to my waist. We danced for about 30 seconds before he let go of me and nodded, I nodded back. He pulled the box from his pocket and got down on one knee. A girl dancing beside us gasped, hitting her husband's shoulder and pointing to us.

"Y/n, you are the light of my life. I've been in love with you for 2 years now and I don't think I could ever live without you. I've never had someone make me so happy, or laugh all day long. I can't even be in a bad mood around you, it's impossible. Your smile lights up my whole day, maybe even my whole week. Just when I think you couldn't get any better you do. I'm really, *really* in love with you." I furrowed my eyebrows at him and he gave a slight nod.

Wait.

"Would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Maybank?" He asked with a wink. I nodded slowly, and gave him my left hand, he slipped on the ring. I intertwined our hands.

"*Really* really?" I asked quietly, so no one could hear. He nodded nervously, avoiding my eyes. "Sweet." I smiled, pulling his face to mine and kissing him passionately.

He pulled me closer by my waist, still kissing me. I could feel him smile against my lips.

"Congratulations." I heard the woman next to us say. I thanked her and we got a slew of congrats from the room. Soon enough we were getting free drinks left and right. We sat at the bar and just took them.

"Is this why you wanted to do this?" I asked, taking a sip of my Margarita.

"To confess to you? Yeah, had to be something special. Plus, if you rejected me I could chalk it up to the game." He shrugged. "Foolproof."

"Lucky for you, I've been wrapped around your finger since we met Maybanks." I smiled, putting my hand on his cheek and rubbing my thumb across his face. He leaned in and kissed me again, tasting like alcohol.

"Same to you, Mrs. Maybank." He teased, poking the ring on my finger.

"We can be like this all the time now, right? I can call you love and you can call me the light of your life?" He nodded.

"And I can kiss you all the time now, right? Because I've been wanting to for years, I've gotta catch up." JJ pulled me closer by the stool I was sitting on, nearly making me fall but he steadied me.

"Absolutely." I replied, putting my forehead to his. We number noses a bit and he smirked.

"Perfect."

[shadowturtlesstuff]

You belong with me

so i decided to post wadsworth first. modern au cressworth- you belong with me taylor swift

Thomas throws his phone down on the bed with frustration swirling around him as he paces. I set down my pen and wait till he turns and spots me. We often find ourselves talking via paper throughout the nights, from questions about our day to helping each other study. It is also often we watch each other be angry at something, yet I've not seen him this bad before. Finally Thomas turns and catches my eye. He stands there for a second before smiling and I quickly move around my various workbooks till I find my notebook I use to talk to him. I take my sharpie and write: ‘Are you okay?’

I watch him shake his head ever so slightly, seemingly baffled at it, but he walks to his window and opens it. The wind brushes his deep brown hair and I can't help but want to reach out and run my hand through it. I curse myself for it as he motions for me to open my window. Moving my books and pens off of me and cursing at my stiff leg as I go and open the window. Somehow I manage to hit my arm in the process and I curse, which makes Thomas laugh slightly so I forgive my body for hurting me. 

“You have a wicked mouth Wadsworth. Did you not learn cursing is unlady-like?” he teases and I relax slightly because of it.

“Fuck you,” I scowl at his smirk and the frigid wind. His eyes light up at my temper. We live across from one another, if we were to reach out we could hold hands. Which we have done. When I got rejected from the specific school I was desperate to go to, Thomas had managed to climb into my room and hold me as I cried. He's only ever needed to climb over twice to cheer me up, the other times have been to study or watch some romance programme he thought was good. I hoped wherever was troubling was something that wouldn't resort to me having to climb over. As much as I would want to, my brain may have a hard time letting me attempt it. 

“I assume dear Wadworth, you want to ask what has made me so irate?” he asks, eyes focused on behind me and fingers tapping his window sill as he sits. I watch as his cat, ridiculously named Sir Isaac Mewton, jumps off his bed and onto his seat next to him. He grabs the cat and kisses the top of his head before holding him in his lap.

“Perhaps,” I say, moving so I rest my head on the wall, “perhaps I merely wanted to ask if Sir Issac was okay.” his eyes shift to mine and despite him still being angry they soften at my attempt at humour. I am not as good as Thomas at using humour to help someone, but he always does it for me. 

“Really? You always refer to him as a little pest, whereas as with me, I am your dearest person, of course you want to know how I am feeling. My son is good though, very energetic today.” he smiles down at his cat. I remember the day he brought him home, he made me go over to his house and we spent all night playing with him. Thomas did, I ended up studying and making notes for the both of us while he gave Sir Isaac a ‘grand tour’ of his new home. The smile vanishes off Thomas's face and once again his gaze goes past me. “I assume you saw the call, well that was William. Yes, awful. Apparently though, there is a rumour that I'm with Miss Whitehall. I don't even remember her first name, but he was convinced of our relation despite my protests. Madness.” I watch him scoff, anger once again taking over his features. His cat nuzzles into him and Thomas leans into his cat. If I wasn't also mad now I'd smile at the sight. 

“Is this the same William that had convinced everyone I was dating him?” 

“Yes.”

“Bitch. Why on earth is he such a problem? Where on earth does he even make this assumptions about us?'' I find myself standing and pacing, trying to quell my own rising anger. A year ago, William had been my lab partner for a few weeks, he was friendly, but people had got it in their head that we were somehow together, and he went with it. Gossiped about me, even Thomas, and then was somehow enraged I dared to stop those rumours and be angry at him. I'd come home one day when it was particularly too much, when my father had found out and lectured me about it, as though I was in the wrong for standing up for myself. He'd cancel my lesson with my uncle out of spite, and I stormed upstairs. Thomas had been at the window, as if he was expecting me. One look at his face made me cry. I managed to open my window and he'd once again climbed in and held me as I cried. Then he made us watch this awful romance film together and held me still as I fell asleep on him. 

“I have never once,” Thomas says, dragging me back from those awful memories, “shown interest in her, nor will I ever.” He drags a hand through his hair. “She's just- a lot.”

I huff a sigh. She is awful. Had been awful to Liza and I for years. With her short skirts, high heels and the most rotten attitude I have ever witnessed. It wasn't often that I'd hate someone like that, someone so different from me in nearly every way, but she has tried to make me feel that I don't belong because of my interest in science and not the traditional girl interests.. “That is the understatement of the year Cresswell. Beside, you wouldn't work, she's too- your,” I have no idea how to explain how excellent Thomas is, how wonderful his mind is and how kind he is. It's not a side he shows to most, yet if he was ever with someone like Whitehall, it would be disastrous. I take my seat again and find him looking at me, suppressing a smirk and raising an eyebrow at me. “What?” I ask. I shrink under his gaze, pulling my hoodie over my legs as I curl in on myself. 

“I’m what? I'd be delighted to know your innermost thoughts of me, Wadsworth.”

“Your absurd but fine I'll elaborate,” I roll my eyes as he shifts so he is fully facing me, eyes completely focused, no sign of the anger he had only moments ago, “your too kind, too witty and clever and Whitehall wouldn’t appreciate you enough. You-” don’t belong with her.

Ever since he mentioned the idea of being with someone else, real or not, I have tried to ignore how much it pained me that he would be with someone else. I never expected to want to be with him, yet lately the premise of dating him has seemed very pleasing to me.

“You forgot to mention how handsome I look, or how charming I am, but I'll take it,” his voice is deeper than normal and his gaze travels over me even though his eyes are on my own. Thomas pats Sir Issac and his cat jumps off behind him with a whine. His hand reaches out for mine and I lean forward, wind making my loose strands of hair fly across my face. His hands are warm as I take them but his smile warms me more. It is small but genuine and filled with the normal Cresswell charm mixed with something I can't quite name. 

“I don’t need to inflate your ego further Thomas.” 

“I know but it would've been nice. I did say the inner most thoughts but we’ll get there. Audrey rose-” he looks down contemplating his words before he once again locks his gaze on mine, his dark brown eyes bright, “I dont belong with her, your right, my heart would never belong to her especially since it already belongs to someone else.” 

I blink at the honesty. I want to scream that you belong with me; but if Thomas is in love with someone else then I suppose I will have to find a way to deal with it. I try to keep the hurt of my face even as he smiles at me. 

“I-” Thomas lets go of my hand and stands. There's a silence between us until he motions for me to move. The idiot is going to climb into my house so he can tell me about his new found love. Like the fool I am, I'm going to let him talk about this girl who makes him look this happy. Even though it hurts that it's not me who is making him look like that. Even though I'm the one who makes him laugh when he is angry or upset. Even though I'm the one who knows his favourite songs, the books beside his bed and all his hopes and dreams.

He climbs over and sets himself on the window sill, giving me room to sit across from him. I do, even as I try to ignore the weight pressing down on my chest. “I hope you are happy with whomever has your heart Cresswell.” I say and mean it. I once again curl into myself, hoodie covering my legs as i watch him continue to smile at me, 

“Of course I'll be happy. She's amazing. Let me tell you all about her. I met her many years back and was instantly smitten with her emerald eyes and her quick witted mind. How she sings to herself every morning and how her dark curls fall across her face whenever she sits on her bed and reads. I adore her curiosity for the dead and how wicked her mouth is and how delightful it is to watch your mind at work. I love when she shows me a note through the window to see if I'm doing okay and-”

“Wait,” I blurt out, my mind catching up, “Thomas, are you talking about me?”

“Yes, finally! I thought I'd have to keep speaking forever till you realized it was you.” He starts laughing at my gaping mouth until I collect myself enough to scowl at him slightly for laughing. Thomas reaches out for my hand, moving closer to me until my back is pressed against the wall, my hoodie no longer over my legs as he rests his other hand on my leg, warmth seeping through me. “Wadsworth, darling, I have been in love with you for some time now.” 

Silence washes over us as we stare, trying to convince ourselves this is really happening. “I have something to show you.” My voice is barely about a whisper and I slide out of his grasp even though I don't want to. I walk to my bed where all my notebooks were left open and my notebooks sits. I open it out and let a piece of paper fall out. Facing Thomas I open the sheet slowly, watch him read the words. His eyes lit up at them.

I love you.

I take my place beside him again, his hands finding their way in mine once again. “I wrote that the night after you came here the second time. Something in me clicked that no matter what you'd find a way to comfort me. Not save me, but work alongside me. I wanted to tell you I just couldn't face it. But I needed to acknowledge it. So I wrote it down, and I look at it every time we use the note system; I try to convince myself to show you.” Thomas just stares at me, eyes flicking down to my lips every now and then. His hands are making circles on my leg, not entirely intentional. Thomas has always shown if he is excited or nervous by either tapping or making shapes on surfaces. The world slows completely as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. He pulls back ever so slightly, resting his head against mine and we are both smiling wildly at each other, pressing kisses until he leans further away. Thomas goes back to his side of the wall, which may as well be across the other side of the world, then he pulls me to him and I twist so that my back is against his. He holds me as we both look out the window, enjoying the freeing feeling of telling each other how we feel. 

“Now would be a perfect time to tell me how handsome I am, my love.” 

@fangirling-again @kittycat2187 @goatahoan @city-of-fae @the-hoofflepooff @padfoot-sirius-black-blog @purplecreatorhorsewagon @boredbookwormgirl @goddess-of-writing-wars @lovecakeandmore ​ @yikesitsmaddie @loveyatopluto​ @throneofsc @bookscressworth​

[howggswouldreact]

🏥 The Personification of Our Love | Kim Lip

Request: kim lip x reader where the reader is pregnant and goes into labor pls ~~~ love your blog ♡♡♡♡ Plot: Jungeun is waiting at the Hospital while Reader is in labor. Jungeun's mind flies to loving memories. Words: 2, 222 Genre: fluff, pregnancy Notes: i use to say "i loved writing this one" because i really do love writing things you all request me. and i loved writing this one. i love to write about things that involve family and friendship, etc. this one is the type to make my heart feel at peace... i hope you enjoy it and have a nice read! ♡♡

Maybe Jungeun shouldn't keep her eyes open for so long, without blinking. At least that's what Haseul was telling her all the time, but she wouldn't be aware of what her friend was saying until hours later, when the white doors were opened and a person wearing blue from head to toe told her that she was finally allowed to enter. For now, she had her hands cupped over her mouth, her feet tapping the floor in a frantic rhythm, her heart pumping blood like crazy.

Why couldn't things be like in the movies, where she could just have a camera filming everything that was going on in that room?

How was it going? How were you? And how was the baby? GOD, WAS THE BABY OKAY?

The movements of her feet accelerated even more and she felt the touch of a hand resting very cautiously on her knee.

"Stop doing that, you're looking like a maniac!", Hyejoo's voice, impatient and at the same time anxious, sounded beside Jungeun.

"I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.", she replied in a low voice, sweat forming on the corner of her forehead.

A huge, vibrant smile appeared in the blonde's vision and warm hands took hers, that were cold, in an affectionate squeeze. Jiwoo.

"How about if we go get something to eat? I'm sure there must be anything good in these machines full of food.”, said her longtime friend.

With a nod and letting Jiwoo guide her, Jungeun was pulled by the arm to a vending machine in the corner of the waiting room. While, in her mind, Jungeun was pulled for a few moments before what would be the greatest moment of her life (along with her wedding day, of course).

8 AM, same day

"Christ! It’s like I'm about to explode!", you said, putting your hand on your belly and feeling a twinge in your back.

"A beautiful, healthy child is going to appear from this explosion...", Jungeun started to speak, slowly approaching the bed, leaning on one knee and then the other. "And this child is very...", her hands landed on your belly, one of them over your right hand. "... very loved!"

"And we haven't even thought about the name of this beloved child yet."

You looked at her with a disapproving gaze.

"I don't want to decide anything right now because I think it will be more exciting to take this important decision when the time comes.", Jungeun shrugged without looking at you, she was very busy stroking your belly button.

"Maybe if you just let me..."

"Don't even think about it. This baby is mine too, you know?", the irritated tone disappeared from Jungeun's voice when her eyes met the playful glow of yours. She smiled.

"You know I would never make a decision like that without you, right?"

She nodded and lifted her body so she could kiss you, but there was a huge belly between the two of you - with a baby on the way in - and you started to laugh.

"Ahhhh!! So close yet so far!", dramatized Jungeun, as she lay down beside you and kissed your forehead and then your lips. "Now, close enough."

10 PM, the day before

"I still can't believe you chose this crackhead to be our baby's godmother...", you whispered to Jungeun, leaning on the doorframe while watching Jiwoo dancing some children's music and doing a super choreography in front of a camera.

Jungeun smiled at you.

"It's not like you didn't say 'oh, babe, I would never forgive you if I didn't choose Jiwoo to be our baby’s godmother', right?"

All the girls were there, they decided to have the first “Girls’ Pajama Party with the Baby” even before the baby was born. Not that you didn't love the idea, but to see Jiwoo carrying that camera everywhere was hilarious. You wouldn't miss an opportunity to make fun of it.

"You have to understand that I have hormones. Many! And they are crazy running back and forth, telling me what to do all the time! It's not like everything I say is valid while pregnant. Plus: I didn’t know she would do this Good Luck Charlie sort of thing."

With a mischievous look, Jungeun brought her face close to yours, smiling like a mischievous child.

"So it means that I am right deciding that the baby's one-year birthday should be Taeyeon-themed."

You gave her an angry look.

"I've been carrying our beautiful baby for nine months. If it were to honor someone on their one-year anniversary, it should be me."

A warm laugh from the bottom of Jungeun's heart filled your ears. She came over and wrapped her right arm around your waist while her left hand was over your protruding belly. None of you had reached such a full level of happiness like this before.

"Don't worry... Taeyeon won't be a party theme, I promise." she kissed your face. "It's so easy to annoy you lately. But there's no need to worry. The one-year anniversary theme will be Harry Potter, anyways."

You rolled your eyes trying to hide a smile. Jungeun noticed it. She always did. She smiled back and stroked your belly once more. It was difficult to know which of you two was most anxious for the family to be finally complete.

5 months ago

"Come on, say something very beautiful and with enough meaning, because then I will edit with a ballad song in the background."

Jiwoo was pointing the camera at you, whose lips were covered with doritos crumbs and ice cream, while Jungeun held up a jar of that same ice cream that you dipped the spoon from time to time.

"I can only think of how bizarre these mixtures become each month, I have no idea what beautiful things I can say.", Jungeun spoke while giving you a judgmental look. “I can’t believe my baby is eating… this.”

"Just say my name, so you will say one of the most beautiful things in the world.", you replied, raising your eyebrows as you dipped the tip of the doritos in the pistachio green and put it whole in your mouth.

"Grooooooss.", Jiwoo hummed as she turned the camera to her face. "I hope you don't have to deal with this often."

You two were at Heejin's apartment, decided to stop by as you were walking around the neighborhood looking for that ice cream flavor. Yeojin and Jiwoo went to meet you. This was yet another visit for the future "aunts" of the baby to come.

"I will definitely deal with them to keep you safe." Yeojin noted, beside Jiwoo and staring at the camera.

"Don't worry. We will protect you from anything that might negatively affect you, even if it means taking you away from these delinquents' arms." Heejin said, joining the other two.

"An army against us?", Jungeun asked as you put one of those doritos in her mouth.

They giggled. Another scene for the baby's life documentary, directed exclusively by Kim Jiwoo.

7 months ago

"Well... maybe we should... maybe we should buy baby things? Or set up the baby's room?", You suggested, astonished by the news that, finally, you were going to have a baby.

With the results of the exam in hands, Jungeun was very quiet on the way home. Parking the car in the garage of the building where you lived together, you waited for an answer to your questions.

Pregnant? Who knew you would be pregnant? Well, it was your dream two months ago. You both decided to make this dream come true. But it was a short while ago, actually. And you were not expecting a positive response so quickly. On the first try? Wow! This was really fast.

You noticed Jungeun's trembling hands and, now that you were pregnant, you would have a child of both of you, increasing the "family with our shape" because it's gonna be "the personification of your love", as the blonde said a few times. You wondered if she regretted it. After all, it would affect both your lives on a large scale, even though it was, at the moment, no more than the size of a bean.

"Look, I... I understand if you don't want to say anything. I will respect your space, but I thought it was our decision and..."

"Could you excuse me for a moment?", Jungeun said, in a whispering voice, and getting out of the car.

You understood that you shouldn't go after her and you were left with no reaction to her words. Meanwhile, outside the car, in the light of the vehicle's white headlights, the blonde of exuberant beauty and small body read the exam again, a growing smile on the pink lips that you loved to kiss so much.

Suddenly, to your shock, she let out a cry mixed with laughter and jumped in the air. It was as if, there, in that deserted garage and with you in the car, there was a space where Jungeun could celebrate it with vivacity. She was just so full of joy!

She was just as happy as you are, obviously! She just needed to find a place to outsource it, a moment when she could be free, a place where she could celebrate it!

Jungeun's hands held the test results as if they were holding the most precious thing in her life. And, somehow, it was.

You flashed the headlights in sync with her leaps and, watching her body turn to the car, her dark brown eyes staring into the glass, you knew what she would say and you both said at the same time, in a whisper only your hearts could hear.

"I love you."

Back to Present – 3 AM

Keeping a packet of m&m's in her jacket pocket, saving it for you to eat later, Jungeun finished eating a strawberry cereal bar, chewing slowly as the girls entered into a conversation to try to calm their spirits. In fact, everyone there was looking forward to you and the baby being well and being able to receive visitors as soon as possible.

Jinsoul told a story of her adolescence and the girls highlighted some parts, asked a few things and laughed. But Jungeun's mind was just a few feet from that waiting room.

Were you in pain? Was the baby finding the way out safely? Was the baby healthy? Were you okay?

She had no way of knowing. She went to the bathroom, the girls followed the blonde head with concern as she crossed the room to the door with a blue sign written "toilet".

When closing the door already inside the bathroom, every sound coming from outside was isolated. Jungeun turned the tap on and felt the cascade of water flowing through her fingers, finding some calm with that, since the only person who could give her the biggest amount of peace was in labor.

She washed her face and dried it with paper, stared at her reflection and realized she was pale. She would only regain color when she could finally see you and the baby.

She put her hand on the door handle again, turning it, and when she closed the door behind her, she noticed that all the girls were standing, staring at the beginning of the corridor. Her face turned in the same direction, where a nurse was standing still, noticed the movement of the woman's lips and the signal for her to follow her on a path. That woman would take Jungeun's to where her heart belonged.

"I wish you were with me... with us at the moment…", you whispered.

"The nurses didn't let me in, babe, but I'm here now..."

Jungeun was almost crouched beside the bed, her face close to yours. She reached up and stroked your cheekbones, touching your forehead with hers.

“How was it?”, she asked.

“It was like I was shitting a coconut.”

Her throat exploded with a pleasurable laugh, making you laugh along, even though you felt a lot of pain in your entire body. Tiredness was overwhelming you, but not enough to see your baby again.

"I only saw our baby for about 5 seconds and I was barely able to see that little face before they did the cleaning and exams."

Your voice was a whisper and Jungeun shook her head, as if she told you not to worry about it, and then she gave you a peck.

When the nurse came into the room and placed the baby in your arms, Jungeun was already crying. She never thought that your love could take on a human shape, so small, fragile and beautiful.

"Oh, God... I love you both so much..." she said, letting those strong tears run down her clean face as she bent down to kiss the top of the baby's head very gently.

That little body, with small hands, gripped her finger firmly and you knew that you would not let anything in the world do anything to destroy that purity. Jungeun felt the same way. Somehow, you knew that. You felt that. Perhaps because you had known her for a long time. Perhaps it was because of love. But you did knew. And she also knew that, whatever happened, her family would always be the homewhere your hearts could rest.

[galacticxcosmos]

𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 ❣︎ ᵏᵗʰ

Pairing :- Taehyung X Reader

Genre :- Bestfriends to Lovers AU, Erotic, Angst, Romance and Fluff.

Rating :- 18+ ( M )

Word Count :- 4.4k

Summary :- "Not everyone in this world deserves to be loved. I am one of those little number of unfortunate people" that's what you thought after your terrible breakup which led you to your bestfriend's appartment at midnight to seek comfort until things went way beyond just 'comfort'.

Warnings :- It's CEO Taehyung (but no office romance shit), Broke college student, Dom Taehyung, Sub reader, Some angst that idk how I managed to write, Sexual Tension, Buried feelings, Past feelings, Teasing, Morning Sex, Daddy Kink, Pinning, Oral (M receiving), Unprotected Sex, After care (omg) with fluff (omg).

A/N :- I know that I haven't been very active on Tumblr, but trust me I am trying my best, also I am still working on the next chapter for "Chemicals Collide", so please be a little more patient. Also I got inspiration for this Oneshot from Jungkook's cover, I think you guessed it already, but then I saw I had already written a JK Oneshot, so I gave this to Tae baby. Enjoy~

Not everyone in this world deserves to be loved. I am one of those little number of unfortunate people.

I could feel the numb pain in my stomach, feeling like I am going to throw up, going back and forth between feeling nothing and being unable to stop the tears. All I  could think about was if this is really the end. I picked up my pace, now breaking into a fast jog towards Taehyung's house. Tears we're rapidly streaming down my face, uncontrollable at this point. I sprinted through the apartment complex, my legs moving as quickly as they could to get to him. I wiped my face with my sleeve as I got to his floor, a failed attempt to make myself look slightly okay.

I knew Taehyung would see right past these attempts though, he'll quickly understand that I've been sobbing with one glance in my direction. He knew me too well. After knocking on the door, there was a faint thud before someone cautiously opened the door. Taehyung stood there, slightly disheveled with the smell of alcohol dripping off of him. Right, Saturday means Taehyung gets shit faced every night. Although intoxicated, he quickly realised I wasn't okay. "What happened? Did someone hurt you? Do I need to go and fight someone?" He slurred slightly, stepping outside. I chuckled, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back into the apartment before he got the both of us locked out.

"How many have you drank?" I asked, going to the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle to give him. My legs were threatening to give out, but he should property drink something besides alcohol before he puts himself in a coma. I walked over to where he sat on the couch, handing him the water bottle before going to pick up bottles. Sure, drinking was absolutely terrible and Taehyung may have developed a problem. I just never comment on it because we all have our own ways of dealing with things, not all of them being good. After cleaning up his expensive ass apartment, I went to sit down with him. He was quietly watching TV, taking interest in some show that showed people getting hurt. He was slowly sipping his water, showing barely any interest in the almost full bottle he held in his hand.

"Tae, I asked, how many have you drank?" I asked again. "I counted like 10 while cleaning up." Taehyung didn't say anything, just shrugging as he propped his feet up on the ottoman. I sighed, following his actions and getting comfortable. It must be nice to have an apartment to yourself and not be stuck in a crammed dorm room with another person. Must be nice to not go to school and struggle everyday. Nice to not have your heart broken on the day of your anniversary. Without noticing, a small sob fell from my lips, catching Taehyung's attention instantly. Worry was written across his face as he peered over to me, one eyebrow raised.

"What happened?" He mumbled, moving to wrap one arm around me. He held me close to him, a mix of his cologne and alcohol filling my nose. "He broke up with me." I mumbled, another sob falling from my lips. I wrapped my arms around Taehyung's toned torso, hugging him like there was no tomorrow. "Isn't it your anniversary? Didn't you text me earlier today about everything?" He asked gently, trying not to make it seem like a big deal. Another sob fell, making him realise that maybe it wasn't a good idea to pull on that string. He sighed, moving so he could easily pull me into his lap. I quickly straddled him in order to bury my face in his neck.

My arms still held onto his torso as he wrapped his arms around me. He must've closed the water bottle and tossed it aside sometime earlier, deciding it was more important to comfort me. So, how the hell did a broke college student become best friends with one of the youngest CEOs in Seoul? It honestly still amazes me that we're even still friends, that I get the pleasure of being his best friend. He's everything you'd want in a person. Caring, beautiful, fit despite his work schedule, one of most hardworking people you'll ever meet.

We've been friends since we were teens, simple freshmen stuck together for a lab experiment. Thinking back on it, it's sort of funny because the first thing he ever said was I like your shirt. I smiled slightly, thinking back on the fond memories. Taehyung and I are some of the closest of people, and we're always joined at the hip when we aren't busy. I mean, we grew up together, figured out college together, lost our virginity to each other. I chuckled slightly thinking about it. Two teens frustrated and scared to lose it to someone who didn't know us. It just sort of played out one night, safe word established quickly since Taehyung was so worried. Taehyung shuffled slightly under me.

"What are you laughing about, Miss?" He teased, jabbing my sides. He's always loved fucking with me, and knew how to get on my nerves in just a few attempts. I decided to lie, figuring that, if he even remembered that night, he wouldn't want to hear about it. I shrugged, shoving my face into his neck further. "I was thinking about science when we were paired together." I said, my focus going to my shirt that was riding up slightly. Taehyung paid no attention to it, his hands resting on the bare skin of my back.

"Ugh, don't remind me." He laughed before mocking himself. "I like your shirt." I laughed, shaking my head at him. I sat up, my hands placed on his chest. He seemed tired, but sobering up a bit. His hands released my torso, going to wipe the tears off my cheeks. I smiled slightly before climbing off his lap and standing back up. "Finish drinking your water." I said, tossing the bottle over to where he was sitting. I walked into his living room, opening up the fridge and seeing what was there. I shrugged, settling on leftover takeout I'm assuming was from the shop near his work. I tossed it into the microwave before calling out to Taehyung.

"Do you want anything?" I asked, waiting for a response. "You." A small reply came, unsure and small compared to his normal loud ass. I laughed at him before asking the question once more. He simply said nothing, stating he wasn't hungry. He usually isn't when he drinks anyway. I took the takeout out, walking back into the living room. I sat and ate, making sure not to spill anything because I definitely couldn't afford to buy him a new one. This couch is probably my salary, the boy's got money. "Are you okay?" He asked, reaching over to rub my thigh. "Didn't I tell you he was a dick though? You should date better people. Like me."

I laughed at him, playfully swatting his hand away from me. I went back to my food, not paying attention to the hand creeping up towards my thigh once more. He rubbed his hand up my thighs once more, smiling slightly. "Taehyung, you're drunk." I mumbled, shoving food into my mouth once more.

Taehyung moved once more, placing his hand on my arm. Whines immediately came from me, complaining about the food and expensive couch. "Taehyung, I'm going to spill this on your couch and you're going to be mad at me" I threatened. "Fuck it. I can buy a new one." He mumbled, reaching up to smack the food out of my hand. I jerked my arm away, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "No you can't you drunk cunt." I mumbled, jumping over and pulling him down on the couch. I curled up under his arm, my face buried in his chest while I placed my arm on his side. He smiled, looking up at the TV after placing a kiss on my forehead. He held me closer, and continued to hold me until I drifted off to sleep.

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The sound of shuffling woke me up, my eyes barely adjusting to the bright light. Taehyung was shuffling next to me, struggling to get up. I let out a small grunt, moving so he could easily stand up. He apologized before running off to what I assumed was the bathroom. I smashed myself into the corner of the couch, trying to gain back the warmth that just left. Taehyung's chuckles filled the room as he passed by the living room, walking into the kitchen. He was probably going to go grab pain killers and a water. He waltzed back to the couch, plopping down. I let out a small grunt of disapproval.

"Come on, go and do your classes." He said, pulling me by my shirt towards him. He's always used his strength to do whatever, and it gets annoying every now and then. "Would you stop pulling me around like a ragdoll?" I said, rolling over to look at him. He had a smirk on his face, missing his shirt that he was previously wearing. "Go get a shirt on" I said. "No." He said, dropping a water bottle and laying down. I rolled over, cuddling into his warm embrace. His golden skin always give off warmth, and god I loved it. "Shouldn't you have classes to attend?" Taehyung asked, wrapping his arms around me. I rolled my eyes at him, wondering how stupid he has to be to not understand.

"I just got my heart broken yesterday, why would I want to do anything?" I mumbled, "I just want comfort and to rest for awhile." Taehyung nodded, holding me. He mumbled something that I didn't quite catch, but I was too lazy to ask what he said. "Why do you date douchebags? I mean, they don't give you the love you deserve and end up breaking your heart. You should find someone that actually cares about you." He mumbled, tangling his legs with mine. "Why does it matter to you Taehyung?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Because you come to my apartment at like 3 am sobbing usually. And you shouldn't even be out at that time, with someone else or alone for that matter. It's not safe. And you deserve better." He mumbled. "Would you stop worrying about that? I'll be okay." I could barely even finish my sentence when Taehyung crashed his lips onto mine, our lips molding together within seconds. Taehyung pulled away slightly, attaching his lips on to my jaw. My breath hitched, hands moving to grab at his arms.

"Taehyung, I don't think this is a good idea." I mumbled, his movements coming to a stop and his body stiffing. "I just mean we're probably just confused and I just broke up and you're a famous CEO hooking up with a college st-" I knew if I asked, he would immediately stop. It's not that I was afraid of him doing something stupid, I was afraid of the underlying feelings I had for my best friend. The feelings that make me want to cherish and love him just as much as have him fuck my brains out.

"Tell me y/n, do you really think I don't notice?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Think I don't notice the looks you give me when you think I'm not paying attention? You rubbing together your thighs when you're around me?". "Taehyung I still don't think-", "You don't think this is a good idea because you're afraid. You'll have a real man now, someone that will love and appreciate you as well as please you? Listen, I have no problem with that as long as you return it." He mumbled, moving over to whisper in my ear. "Do you know how much you affect me?"

He licked my ear, sucking slightly causing me to whimper. My eyes were screwed shut, head cocked to side. He climbed around so he could be on top, grinding our hips together slightly. His bulge rubbed against my thigh, rock hard. "Taehyung-", "Waste it on me y/n. Your love, please just this once. You waste it on everyone else, so why not me? Why not your best friend that's in love? Please, it's not going to hurt if it's just once." He mumbled, locking eyes with me. "Taehyung-", "Daddy." He corrected, is he serious right now?? He wants me to fill in his kinks now??

"Taehy-", "Did you not hear me babygirl?" He said, staring down at me. I gripped his torso, wondering how the hell I got myself into this situation. How I ended up here, with him. "Daddy, please." I said, coming out more whiny than I expected. He smirked slightly, a look of confidence flushing over his face. "What babygirl? Tell me so I can please you." He said, moving so his face was a mere millimeters away. "Kiss me."

He did, quickly getting rid of the space in between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling slightly. His hips slightly rolled into mine, pulling a moan from the both of us. Taehyung's hands slipped down, running up and down my sides, stopping to squeeze slightly. His hands found their way to my ass, squeezing and rubbing. "Daddy~" I whined, rolling my hips up into his. He let out a small groan, moving to place hot, open mouthed kisses all along my neck. He stopped to suck a small bruise here and there, making sure to leave his mark.

His hands slipped into my shirt, squeezing my sides. I giggled slightly, jerking away from the ticklish action. Taehyung smiled up at me before slipping my shirt up and eventually over my head. My arms instinctively went to cover my skin, Taehyung clicking his tongue slightly. "Come on babe, don't make me tie you up." He mocked, smirking at me. My eyes widened slightly, taking Taehyung back for a moment. "God, I don't remember a freak in highschool.", "Oh my God. Please don't." I said, staring at him. He's referring to losing our virginity to each other, embarrassing.

"So shy and innocent-", "I don't remember such a cocky shit in the bedroom either? You think you've gotten better?" I challenged. "I know I've gotten better." He answered. He's so full of himself. "Whoever cums first, loses." I challenged, staring up at him. He looked taken back. I smiled, sitting up in order to push him back on the couch. I straddled him, sitting on his hips as I took my bra off and tossed it somewhere across the room. Taehyung's hands flew up, squeezing and pinching what he could manage. I let out a small whine when he took a sensitive bud in between his fingers, twisting it roughly. My hips involuntary rolled, Taehyung's hips jerking up. I moved, going to pull on his shorts. The more I pulled down, I realized he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"This was your plan all morning?" I questioned. "Nope, just when I seen you over here looking like a fresh baked snack." He said, making me laugh at how stupid he was. I rolled my eyes, kissing his hips slightly. Once his shorts were off, he wasted no time kicking them halfway across the room. I giggled slightly, laying down on the couch so I was level with his cock. Taehyung threw his head back, his breathing becoming uneven. I licked a long stripe from bottom to top, stopping at the top to flick my tongue along his tip. I slowly wrapped my lips around his tip, sinking down slightly before coming back up. I took inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat, sinking down a bit more before coming up. A low moan fell from Taehyung as I swallowed around him, his hips involuntary bucked up into my mouth.

I fought off my gag reflex, hallowing my cheeks around him. I let him face fuck me, his hands roughly controlling my head to please himself. A loud whine fell from him, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up an off. He wrapped his fingers around his base, squeezing. Once he calmed down, he looked up at me. "Okay Miss, your turn." He said before basically pouncing on me. Our lips connected in a rush, molding together as his hands slipped into my jeans. He popped open the buttons with ease, sliding my jeans down my legs. His warms hands squeezed my thighs, coming up to link his fingers with my lace panties.

He pulled away from the kiss, locking eyes with me quickly before sinking down. He gently pulled off the lace, tossing it aside. After a bit, he nipped at my thigh, sucking a bruise. He continued nipping at my thighs, making me get more and more impatient. "Daddy! Please!" I whined, my hips bucking up. He moved, licking a long stripe. I whined as me began sucking on my clit, flicking his tongue every now and then. My hands were buried in his hair, resisting the urge to crush his head with my thighs.

I felt Taehyung's smirk, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pinning me down. I bucked my hips into his mouth, a low moan falling from my lips. "Taehyung, slow down." I whined, my legs shaking in his arms. He did, slowing down his tongue flicks. He let go one of my legs, moving his finger to me gently. Slowly, he pushed his finger in knuckle deep. I couldn't fight the loud moan that fell from me.

"God I fucking love your thighs." He mumbled, drawing circles where one of his arms was still wrapped around me. "So thick and full, so much better than the sticks that throw themselves at me." A small laugh came from me, shaking my head at him. "I'm sure you've had plenty of those sticks in here." He shook his head, drawing his finger out slowly before pushing it back in. I grabbed his wrist, positioning it a bit differently and told him to curl his fingers next time. He followed, hitting exactly where I needed him to. My whole body jerked, making him smile up at me.

"Fuck I've missed you." Taehyung groaned, talking to himself more than anything. I wasn't sure if he meant me, or my heat. I decided not to ask, not wanting to get hurt over something so stupid. His fingers picked up their pace, hitting exactly where I told him. Moans fell from my lips, my head thrown back as I held onto his head. Slowly, I felt an orgasm coming upon me. "Taehyung!" I whined, grabbing his arm and jerking him away. He could easily continue, overpower me completely with just one hand. But Taehyung isn't like that. He became instantly worried."Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Do you want to stop?" He asked, panic striking him from all sides.

I laughed, sitting up. I pulled him to me, kissing him as deeply as I could. "No, you're okay. Just, a bit overwhelming." I smiled. He nodded, sitting up. "Is it okay if I continue, I need to stretch you out. I'd hate to hurt you." He said, slightly hesitant with each word he spoke. "Of course. And what happened to the man that was just so cocky seconds ago?" I asked, teasing him. He scoffed, continuing. He started with one finger, slowly adding a second and beginning a scissoring motion.

Small moans fell from me, gripping his arm where I was able to. Looking down, Taehyung still wore his arrogant smile. After he deemed me stretched and ready enough, he sat up and in between my thighs. He looked around for a few seconds, for what I'm assuming is for a condom or something like that. "No condom." I mumbled, making his attention snap back over to me. His cheeks were slightly flushed and eyes full of concern and slight worry. "I'm on the pill." I reassured. "Yeah, but that's not a 100% you won't get pregnant." Taehyung mumbled, still worried. I laughed, shaking my head at him.

"It's pretty damn close, but if you're really that scared go find one. I'll be here waiting for you." I teased, watching his eyes narrow at me slightly. I giggled as he pounced on top of me, pinning my arms above my head with ease. A small smirk grew on my face as I nibbled slightly on his earlobe. "Daddy, please fuck me." Taehyung couldn't resist anymore, positioning himself before easily sliding in. He let out a loud grunt as he bottomed out, his head falling into my neck. "Fuck, when's the last time you've had sex?"

"What? What do you mean?" I asked, slightly panicking at his question. Taehyung slowly pushed himself up, sitting back on his legs with my thighs in his palms. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he slowly slid out before slamming back into me. I jolt of pleasure shot throughout my body. "You haven't been fucked in awhile, no? You're so tight." Taehyung said, placing on of my legs over his shoulder to give him better access. I let out a loud moan as he picked up his pace, gaining a steady and rather quick rhythm. Taehyung was letting out small grunts, his face becoming sweaty and his bangs sticking to his forehead.

"Ah, Taehyung" I whined, grabbing onto his arm as he pounded into me. He scoffed, leaning forward to nail my g-spot. He was folding me in half, basically. "I'll let that one slip, babygirl. But next time you're getting punished." He growled, crashing his lips onto mine while still maintaining his thrusts. As the kiss became rougher, so did his thrusts. The sound of skin hitting skin soon filled the room accompanied by moans. Taehyung's grip was harsh, holding onto my waist and thighs like it was the only thing keeping him alive. I could barely see straight anymore, pleasure washing over me. I smiled, remembering something Taehyung was absolutely weak for. I reached up, taking one of his sensitive buds in between my fingers and flicking it roughly.

He let out a throaty groan, head falling forward slightly. He was focusing on his thrusts, speeding up and slamming harder than before. Profanities spilt from the both of us, gripping onto whatever we could to keep us in place. "Fuck, I'm going to cum." Taehyung moaned, making me smirk up at him. I mumbled a small, then I win. His head shot up, completely forgetting about the dumb bet set long ago. His fingers went straight to my clit, roughly stimulating me. I yelped, holding onto his wrist for dear life while clamping down around him.

His thrusts we're sloppy and more desperate than before, quickly reaching his high. With a few lasts thrusts and moans, he came deep inside of me. As soon as he came, the stimulation caught up and sent me flying over. Bolts of pleasure shot throughout me, my toes curling and head thrown back into the sofa. I ripped Taehyung's fingers away from me, becoming too sensitive. He smirked, sliding his fingers into my mouth. I licked them, rolling my tongue in between. He watched, shaking his head.

My body was shaking, something Taehyung was quick to notice. He laid his body weight on top of me, kissing me with the most passion he ever has. The shaking came to an eventual stop, both of us relaxing for a few seconds. "Well, I guess we both lost." I mumbled, not really knowing how to not make this awkward. Taehyung laughed, shaking his head violently.

"Let's not do that weird thing where you think I'm going to suddenly leave you." He smiled, running his hands up and down my thighs. "I'll go run us a bath." He got up, jogging into the bathroom. I heard water turn on followed by a few drawers opening. After a few moments, he came back and scooped me up into his arms bridle style, making me laugh. Taehyung sat down first, then helping me sit down in between his legs. I let out a small hum, leaning against his torso and relaxing. "You know Taehyung, this is really nice." I smiled, letting him trace little patterns onto my shoulders and chest.

He smiled, kissing my shoulder gently. "Your girlfriend is going to be so lucky, she just doesn't know it yet.", "Well um, I was actually hoping you'd be my girlfriend. And I mean like, official official like dating and going out and doing things together." He laughed, "Not just hook-ups at 3 am.", "Are you serious? You're messing with me?" I calmly said, acting as if I didn't care but the frantic beating in my chest told another story. "Yeah, I've loved you since like high school." Taehyung said, becoming cheesy and acting offended when I made fun of him for it.

"I'd love to be with you Taehyung. I just think it's weird that the youngest CEO in the world is dating a broke college student." I said. "And don't get me wrong, I'm not dating you just because you're a CEO. I actually do love and care about you a lot. I always have cared about you in a more than friends way.", "Stop referring to yourself as a broke college student. You're my best friend since high school, my first ever love and my love now." He said, a dumb smile plastered across his face. I laughed, making fun of him again.

"I'm glad Taehyung. I love you too." I smiled, looking back and pecking his lips. He wore the brightest smile, kissing my shoulders while wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. I smiled, "Jesus Christ I'm happy that dick broke up with me." Taehyung laughed in response, "Get broken up by a dick and then dicked down after. You fucking slut.", I laughed, turning around to punch him in the shoulder. "Says the one that was willing to fuck me right there, on the spot." I said, mocking him. "Hey, you never told me to stop. And if you did you know I would've." He said, beginning to ramble and get cheesy again. "Okay, relax. You just fucked me, don't get all phycological about it." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"You know what?? I am glad that this time you wasted it on me" he lovingly kissed your cheek.

The End.

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