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erodasfishtacos · 4 years ago

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame.

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels.

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers.

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless.

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom. Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,” Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear.

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her.

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again.

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat.

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction.

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?”

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

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maddiwrites · 4 years ago

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Secret Lives

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You and JJ never got along so your friends trap the two of you on a boat in the middle of the marsh to work it out. Only it doesn’t go as planned.

Note: Hi guys! This is my first writing piece. I tried not to do a two parter for my first one but it ended up being so long. Sorry! I would love to hear your feedback so feel free to leave me a message! Part two will be posted soon. Also I have completed a rewrite of the show with a JJ x Routledge sister pairing so keep an eye out for that! Also wanna shout out @skiesofthesketchy @malfoyfarms @collecting-stories because they were some of the first masterlists I read and I loved them and it inspired me to write my own. So thank you!

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Language, angst, very slight mentions of abuse

Part 2

Y/N Y/L/N. That’s you. Or as some like to call you, Hannah Montana. You live the best of both worlds, living it up on Figure Eight and wearing hundred dollar dresses to fancy dinners and parties, sneaking expensive mimosas to brunches with your friends, and getting biweekly mani pedi’s with your sister. Meanwhile, when you’re not rolling around in the luxuries of Kook Life, you’re rolling around in the dirt with your Pogue friends, baking in the sun on a dirty small boat while drinking the cheapest beer one of the boys’ could get their hands on. Most Kooks hated you even when they wanted to be you. And most Pogues didn’t trust you even as they tried getting in your pants.

One of them being JJ Maybank.

Kiara introduced you to her group of friends right after freshman year. The two of you were the black sheep of Kook Academy. Both your families have money, sure. But you weren’t jerks about it. You enjoy a little pampering here and there, but you’re not tone deaf and superficial like the rest of your peers. You were so grateful that your science teacher paired you two together for that year’s science fair. You instantly clicked with the curly brunette and spent most of the class talking about whatever came to mind instead of actually brainstorming project ideas. After working together for months on a science fair project with a shared passion of wanting to help save the environment, Kie finally introduced you to her best friends.

John B and Pope immediately made you feel like one of the group. Sure, they were curious about your life but you never felt like you were being interrogated with questions. They included you on inside jokes and even gave you the nickname ‘Sassy’ after proving to them that you can hold your own in a verbal fight.

Thanks to JJ.

From the start he claimed to never like you. He hated where you were from, who your parents were, and that you never had a job. He hated that you didn’t even have to try to get people to like you. In his eyes, everything was handed to you on silver platter. You had a picture perfect life and all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and show off your pearly white teeth. He couldn’t stand you.

Yet, he was dangerously attracted to you.

He loved the way your hair shined against the setting sun, he loved that you didn’t wear makeup every single day like every other Kook on the island, he loved how your white jean shorts perfectly shaped your curves, and he loved how your temper was as equally as short as his because it made you fighting with him that much hotter.

Last night was no different than every other night with you and your friends. It was quiet, spent around a bonfire in John B’s back yard. You sipped on cheap beer from the can while the smell of JJ’s marijuana smoke wafted through the air. Kie lightly strummed the strings of her ukulele while Pope and JJ bickered about the pros and cons of smoking weed.

This was your family. You had friends on the other side of the island too but you weren’t as close as you were with the Pogues. You would do anything for the people surrounding you. Even JJ. You tried to tell yourself you hated him just as much as he hated you, but you couldn’t help but feel like every other girl on this island, falling for his ocean blue eyes and golden locks. His wit and his charm. His loyalty and protectiveness of his friends. How he looked with his shirt off. How he would wink at you when he caught you staring. You wished you didn’t, but you loved him.

“Hellooo, Y/N?” John B waved his hand in front of your face. You hadn’t even realized you’d been staring.

“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

John B smirked but didn’t say what he was thinking. He always thought you and JJ were acting dumb when it was clear as day that the two of you were attracted to each other. He always caught you two staring at one another when the other wasn’t looking. You two would always ask about the other person when they weren’t there even if it was just to throw a sharp jab behind their back.

“I asked you what you were up to this weekend.”

“Oh,” You shrugged. “Probably run some errands, babysit my neighbor’s kids...”

Just like Hannah Montana, you also lived a secret life. Your life wasn’t as perfect as everyone thought it was, but you’d never admit to it. Your mother would be crushed, your friends would find you stupid and pathetic, and you would hate yourself even more than you already did.

“Good. Sunday we’re going to check out the surfing competition on Seasill Beach. JJ’s trying to qualify for it next year.”

Your smile immediately dropped. “Sunday. Oh.”

“Already got a spa day planned, Princess?” JJ smirked from across the way.

“I, uh,” You tried your best to fake a grin. “I’m sorry. I can’t go. I already have plans.”

You held you breath as you waited for someone to respond. This was the third time this month you flaked on your friends without a good explanation. You never knew what to tell them, only that you had plans. You were afraid if you said anything else, they’d find out you were lying.

“Again?” Kie stopped playing her ukulele to look at you. “Seriously. Is there some secret boy we should know about or something?”

You scoffed. “No.”

You felt the most guilty lying to Kie. After all she was your best friend. The one you were supposed to be able to share everything with, even the stuff you couldn’t tell your parents.

“Kie’s right. You bailed on us last week last minute too,” Pope said.

You opened your mouth to say something, but your head wasn’t working fast enough to come up with a lie.

“We all knew this day would come.” JJ’s smirk was gone. He flicked the butt of his joint into the fire and claps off the ash from his hands. “Hannah Montana dips her toes into the wild life. She feels free and independent long enough to decide she’d rather go back to her cookie cutter life and live with all the privilege that daddy has to offer.”

The word ‘daddy’ physically made you flinch. Your eyes narrowed in a tight glare as you dug your fingernails into the palm of your hand, hating that this was the way JJ thought of you.

“J...” John B tried to warn him but JJ didn’t listen.

“No, seriously.” JJ stood up. “I bet the reason she’s not telling us what all her ‘plans’ are is because she knows you’ll all be disappointed. Me? Well, I couldn’t care less whether you hung out with us or not. In fact, I’ve been praying for it. So tell us, Y/N, what are you doing that you won’t tell us? If it’s not some dude, then maybe you decided you’d rather be a Kook. Are you going to fancy lunches and riding yachts across the ocean? Maybe you’re spitting in the faces of the people who work to make your life easier. Maybe -”

“JJ!” Kie yelled.

You stood up, your vision turning red and your skin going hot. Usually you could take JJ’s insults. You were use to JJ throwing your family’s money in your face, trying to make you feel bad for something you can’t control, but this was too much. Because now he was calling you out on your loyalty to your friends. And he was so far from the truth.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You said. The other three stood up when you took a step in JJ’s direction. John B stood close to you. He didn’t know what you were going to do, but he’s never heard your voice so low and threatening in a long time. The other time was with a Kook who was giving JJ shit. Ironically. “For me to just leave.”

“I didn’t stutter, did I?”

“Well I hate to break it to you, but I’m not going anywhere. In fact, because I’m such a nice friends, I’m going to give you some free advice. First, the last thing you want to question me about is my loyalty to the people who’s lives I would put before my own. Second, I would suggest removing that stick up your ass because it seems like your way too uptight to handle it.”

JJ glared at you and didn’t move to respond. A part of you was surprised he didn’t have anything to come back with and the other part of you was relieved.

The thick tension between you and your friends was suffocating. Your night had been effectively ruined by a simple question. But the sad part is, you didn’t even know who to blame. JJ, or the other man causing most of your guilt and grief.

“Y/N/N...” Kie tried stopping you as you gathered your stuff to leave.

“I’m out of here.”

You stormed out of the backyard and into your car. There was only so much you could take until you broke. And you were not going to give JJ Maybank the satisfaction of seeing you break.

***********************

You couldn’t fall asleep last night. JJ’s words kept replaying in your head like a bad song stuck on replay. You wanted to hate him. You wanted to blame him for not trusting you. But instead, you hated yourself. Because you’re the reason he can’t trust you. Cause you have secrets you don’t want shared.

Your thumb hovered over his contact. Not JJ’s. The man who’s made your life a living hell for the last sixteen years. You wanted to scream and cry and slap him in his face. But instead, you stayed frozen in fear. Like the little pathetic girl he says you are. And you hated yourself more for proving him right.

Your attention was taken away when someone busted through your bedroom door out of breath. Kie immediately went to your drawers and pulled out the first bathing suit she could find and threw it at you.

“Kie -”

“We need to go,” She said. “Get dressed.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Pope and John B ran out of gas doing grocery runs for Heyward. We need to get them with the HMS Pogue.”

“Where’s JJ? Why can’t he help you?”

“He’s working,” Kie said quickly. “Come on.”

***********************

You and Kie found Heyward’s boat stranded in the middle of the marsh like Kie said it would be. John B and Pope were waiting for you on the back and thanking you both for coming to help. You hold the gas as they helped you onto the boat. They directed you to the tank while they helped Kie.

As soon as you made your way to the front of the boat, you heard the engine of the Pogue rev and take off. You dropped the gasoline gallon and sprinted to the back of the boat where they left you. John B and Pope waved back to you as Kie drove them back to the Chataeu.

“What the hell?” You yelled at them to come back.

“You and JJ need to work your shit out!” John B yelled back to you.

“What...” You mumbled to yourself before you heard the sound of heavy footsteps running towards you. You gasp in surprise when a sweaty JJ passed you to glare at the boat that’s getting smaller and smaller by the second.

“What the fuck?” He screamed.

“There’s food and blankets in the cabin!” Pope yelled back.

“We’ll come get you in the morning,” Kie said.

You clenched your teeth together with frustration. JJ looked just as pissed off and small part of you was disappointed with that. He turned around, cursing to himself and hitting random shit in his way.

This was going to be a long day.

***********************

After four hours, you and JJ still hadn’t spoken to each other. He took over the cabin while you laid out on the back of the boat. Your head was running with different thoughts. Should you try to make up with JJ? Should you just continue to ignore him? Should you tell him why you can’t go to the surfing competition tomorrow?

You didn’t know what to do but you knew you couldn’t sit here in silence anymore.

You reluctantly stood in front of him with crossed arms. He was smoking a blunt and looking out into the setting sun. If you were friends, you would take a picture of him right now. The pink sky painted his skin perfectly.

“What?” He said without looking at you.

“Seriously?” You raised one brow. “We’re asked to do one thing on this boat and that’s all you have to say?”

“I’m not sorry for what I said last night.”

“Neither am I.”

“Fine.”

You rolled your eyes. The problem with both of you was that you’re both stubborn. But if the problem with JJ couldn’t be fixed today, you didn’t know how much longer you would be able to put up with his rude remarks and assumptions about you.

“What the hell is your problem?” You said.

“My problem?”

“Yeah. Your problem. You’ve been treating me like shit ever since Kie introduced me to you. What could I have possibly done to make you hate me so goddamn much?”

JJ shook his head in annoyance. “I’m not doing this.”

He got up and walked to the back of the boat where you were sulking not even five minutes ago. You followed him like the stubborn person you were and you continued to grill him.

“I’ve tried so hard to be your friend. I’ve bought you drugs, I’ve even done yours and JB’s laundry. I put in a good word to the tourons who ask about you at boneyard parties. I laugh at your jokes, even when they’re about my friends. I try so hard to be on your good side and you still want nothing to do with me!”

“Because you’re a Kook!”

“So?”

“You have everything. Money, family, friends, a future. I don’t trust you because I don’t know what the hell you want with us. What do we possibly have that you can’t get on Figure Eight? Hm? Are you trying to prove a point to your mom that you don’t need her? You trying to prove to your dad that you’re a tough girl and don’t need his money or protection to keep you safe? Huh?”

“You know what your problem is? You don’t listen! I’ve told you time and time again that I don’t care about any of those things. I hang out with you guys because you are my friends. I have a good time when I’m with you. Why is that so hard for you to get?”

JJ scoffed. “Please. You don’t think I see you constantly checking your cell phone? Making sure no one can see who you’re texting? If we’re such good friends, why won’t you tell us what you’re doing tomorrow? You always have ‘other plans’ and then you never tell us what they are.”

“Because that’s none of your business!”

“If my friends are going to get hurt because of some lying bitch then it is my business!”

You were breathing so heavily, you were basically panting. Your blood felt like it was boiling under your skin and your head felt fuzzy with lack of thoughts. You didn’t know what to say, truly lost for words.

JJ took another step closer to you. You’re so close to him, you can feel his breath on your face and see every mark on his skin. You never knew he had a scar right above his brow or a freckle under his ear. He smelled like weed and sun sunscreen and his breath like mint. Had you not been fired up with rage, you would have thought he looked hot and maybe even made a move.

But now it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’m sick and tired of you spoiled brats getting everything you want. You’re nothing but a spoiled rich kid who doesn’t even know the kind of privilege she has if it hit her in the face. You can’t relate to anything we have to go through. You don’t have to get dirt underneath your fingernails to make a buck. You don’t have to wonder where your next meal is coming from. You wouldn’t last a week on the Cut because you’ve never known what it’s been like to live the life we do!”

“You don’t know anything about me!” You snapped. The heart in your chest felt like it was being shredded to pieces by a rapid wolf. You felt like you were being torn apart one by one with each insult he threw in your face. Little did he know, he was wrong.

“I know enough to never want to see you again. I will never accept you into our group of friends. Don’t you get that? So you can stop playing the nice girl act around me and go back to Sarah Cameron and the other Kooks that you still hang out with despite knowing everything they’ve done to us. To Kie!”

Bringing up the fight between Kie and Sarah was a low blow and JJ knew it. It was something you always struggled with because you continued to be friends with both of them separately. At first, they were both mad at you but then accepted your friendship when they came around to loving the idea that you would fight for both of them. You tried getting them to talk and make up, but both of them refused. Maybe you should just stick them on a boat in the middle of nowhere and force them to work it out.

Although, clearly your experience with it wasn’t going so well.

“That’s not fair.”

“Yeah, well life’s not fair sweet heart. But you wouldn’t know about that.”

You thought the fight last night was bad. But this one took the icing off the cake. You wished so desperately that Kie had just trapped you both in a locked room, so at least you had the chance to break out and run away from the darkness that was clouding around you.

You were most upset that this was how JJ thought of you. You didn’t know if you would have the same devastating reaction if someone else had said these things to you. You wanted so badly to be friends with the blonde Pogue. You saw the way he interacted with his friends and you wanted to be a part of that small circle so badly, you would almost do anything to be in it.

But you didn’t think you could last another second of being belittled and tormented with JJ’s outspoken feelings towards you. You wished there was a rewind button so you could go back to bed and hopefully never wake up and you’d lock your door so Kie couldn’t break in.

You swallowed back the tears that threatened to fall and admit your defeat. You wanted to find the nearest corner and crawl into it and escape the murderous glare of JJ Maybank. JJ was wrong. You didn’t have everything. Because in this moment, you still wanted him. And you were just realizing that you never will.

“You judge me by the surface. You’ve never once tried to get to know me. You don’t ask. You just assume that I’m like every other kid on Figure Eight. You don’t know where I’ve came from. What I’ve been through. What I live with. You don’t know my plans for the future or my hobbies or even my favorite color because you didn’t ask!” Adrenaline pushes through your veins like a wave of energy. You’ve never felt so powerful but so small in your life.

“All right. So tell me,” JJ said. “Tell me whatever story you can think of that will change my mind about you.”

You paused, standing there face to face with someone who will never accept you. You were suddenly overcome with so many emotions you didn’t know which one to choose from. Anger, sorrow, fear, confusion, shame.

You couldn’t believe you even thought about telling JJ your story. A story that you haven’t even told Kie. The story about how you were actually born and raised on the far end of the south side. How your dad use to abuse your mother right in front of you before she managed to escape when you were eight. For six months you lived in her car before she got a job as a housekeeper at a cheap motel used mostly for hookers and their cliental. Her employer let you live rent free if your mom accepted a cheaper pay check. During one of her shifts, your mother ran right into Andrew Y/L/N. No, he wasn’t one of the hooker’s clients. He was actually on the property looking to buy out the place. Even though he was a Kook, he looked through the housekeeper’s uniform into my mom’s heart and loved everything about her. He took her on a couple dates, then less than a year later, married her. You changed your last name to his because you didn’t want any relation to your father anymore. You thought the man was scum and deserved to rot in hell for everything he put your mom through. You hated him and even wished for him to die. Sometimes you even thought about doing it yourself. But then you saw him again. At a gas station in the middle of The Cut. You couldn’t believe he recognized you and you were even more shocked he had the audacity to talk to you. And you listened. He told you how sorry he was. How he never meant to hurt your mom. How he missed his baby girl and wanted to be in her life again. You fell for every word because a part of you you didn’t know existed missed having a biological dad.

That was your biggest mistake.

He didn’t change. He was still the same bastard he was eight years ago, using violence and threats with people much weaker than him to get what he wanted. He loved guilting you with your new luxuries. How you now had everything right under your fingertips after you left him to wither away with nothing. He said you owed him. Because you were his daughter and you were supposed to love him unconditionally. And you fell for it every time. He never hurt you like he hurt your mom. A few slaps here and there but nothing to leave a mark to get your mother questioning.

So now you were trapped - trapped in his world and in his life. Using your own money that you actually worked for, little did JJ know, to pay for his bills, his drugs, and sometimes, even his bail.

You didn’t tell anyone about this secret life because you didn’t want anyone to make you feel any more pathetic and weak than you already felt. And most importantly, you didn’t want to hurt your mother by telling her you’ve been supporting the one person she’s been trying to protect you from.

And you were about to risk that by telling someone who probably still wouldn’t care about you even after hearing what you had to say. You are who you are. If JJ didn’t like you now, he shouldn’t like you after telling him your story, anyway.

“No.” You shook your head.

“No?” JJ scoffed. “I’m finally asking you tell me something and you’re saying no?”

“Because you don’t care, JJ! Not really. You think knowing my sob story is going to get you to like me? I don’t need a pity friendship. I am who I am because of shit I’ve had to overcome. And this is me now. So if you don’t like it, then fine. We’ll do it your way and call it quits.” JJ didn’t say anything as you turned around to find somewhere to pass out in hopes of getting morning to come faster.

You found a blanket deep into the cabin and pulled it over your body, shielding yourself away from the world. You hoped the darkness would sweep through your head so you wouldn’t be plagued with torturous thoughts about your past or what’s going to happen to tomorrow. You cried - you cried because even after JJ ripped into your like a zoo animal, he still hated you.

JJ was wrong. You didn’t have everything. Because you didn’t have him.

***********************

Surprisingly, the sun rose sooner than you expected it to. Sleeping on the swaying boat wasn’t as awful as you thought it was going to be. In fact, it was kind of peaceful with the stars above you and the sound of moving water right under you.

The morning wasn’t so calming. You were slapped in the face with memories of the night before. Your stomach twisted at the thought of being face to face with JJ again. You knew what you had to do and thinking about it made you sick and depressed.

You pushed yourself up and checked the time on the radio. 8:03. Anxiety instantly flooded through you. You only had two hours to get home to be ready in time to run ‘errands’ with your dad.

You looked out to the back of the boat where JJ was looking into the horizon, probably waiting for your friends to come.

Fresh set of tears pricked your eyes at what’s to come. You loved your friends and you even loved JJ. But you couldn’t stay with the Pogues. You didn’t want to make JJ any more uncomfortable than he already was and you were afraid the constant fighting would push your friends further apart. You didn’t want to be the reason for that.

You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders and walked next to JJ. Without a word, you looked out in the same direction he was looking and admired the morning sun.

Surprisingly, JJ was the first one to speak. He looked at you and instantly felt guilty all over again. He tossed and turned all night contemplating on whether he should wake you up to apologize or just wait until morning. He knew he wasn’t being fair. You’ve done nothing but tried to earn his trust since day one. You accepted him for all his flaws and he couldn’t do the same for you. Yeah there was the phone thing and not telling the others what you’re up to, but it wasn’t like you were constantly in his business. If you see him with unexplained bruises, you don’t pester him about it. If he comes back to the Chateau in a pissy mood and blames it on a fight with his dad, you try to make him forget about it with a distraction instead of making him tell you what the fight was about. Why couldn’t he give you the same respect?

Truth was he wasn’t so much worried about his friends getting hurt as he was getting hurt. He liked you more than a friend should which would make your departure from your friends that much more heartbreaking for him. He never felt this way over a girl, let a lone a Kook and he tried so desperately to hate you. But it didn’t work. Instead, it made him feel like the biggest asshole in the world. He wanted to fix what he broke. He told himself he still had time left. His friends weren’t back yet to get him.

“Listen, Y/N -”

“It’s fine, J,” You sniffled. This time you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks. You tried blinking them away which only made them fall faster. You hated crying in front of people. Your dad always said it was a sign of weakness and you believed him. You wouldn’t be surprised if JJ laughed in your face right now and called you a loser. “It’s done.”

“What are you talking about?”

JJ’s heart physically broke when he saw your tears. He had never seen you cry. Not even out of joy. He couldn’t believe he was the cause of this. That he had made someone as beautiful and as kind as you actually feel bad about herself. He wished he could take back time and start over. He wished he gave her a chance from the beginning. He wished it wasn’t too late.

You both looked up when you heard the engine of the HMS Pogue. In the distance, you could hear your friends laughing and calling out to you, not yet realizing their plan went to shit. You had to make this quick.

“The last thing I want is to get between you and your friends. You don’t have to worry about me hurting anyone, especially Kie. I’ll back off.” You said, making JJ’s brows furrowed in confusion and his heart raced with worry. “I’m giving you what you want. I’ll stay out of your life.”

JJ couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe he drove you to do the one thing he actually never wanted you to do. “Wait. You’re leaving?”

You looked JJ in the eyes and he wished you didn’t. Because for the first time, he didn’t see the light behind your eyes or the little crinkle in the corner when you smiled. They were dull and lifeless, making him sick to his stomach.

“I didn’t stutter. Did I?” You used his words from the other night and it felt like a stab in the heart to JJ.

JJ was left speechless which almost never happens. He wished he could say something, anything, to make you feel differently, to tell you he was wrong and sorry. But nothing came out. He could barely breathe.

“Hey you crazy kids,” Kie’s voice pierces the air, jokingly and airy. If only she knew that wasn’t how you were feeling.

“Missing a key or something?” John B joked alongside her.

“You should have called us sooner!” Pope added.

When the boat came closer to yours, they finally got a look at the two of you. They were shocked to see you silently crying and looking like all the life had been sucked out of you. JJ looked mad but they couldn’t tell whether he was mad at you or them or himself.

The three of them went sick with anxiety, suddenly wondering if this was a bad idea. Kie tried to get you make eye contact, but you wouldn’t look at her. You couldn’t look at any of them - afraid you might actually break completely if you did.

“Y/N/N...” Kie said softly.

“You guys okay?” John B asked wearily.

JJ helped Pope tie The Pogue to Heyward’s boat and hopped on right after. Pope traded spots with JJ and came up beside you and stood there awkwardly. He didn’t know what to do either.

You looked up at him before he could come up something probably stupid to ask. “Can you drop me off please?”

Pope glanced back at his friends and nodded. “Uh, sure. John B will probably get you there faster though if you -”

“No, it’s okay,” You said. You didn’t think you’d be able to handle being in an enclosed space with JJ for another minute. You just wanted to go home and forget the past two years ever happened. “I’ll stay here.”

Pope shrugged at his friends when you trudged back into the cabin and curled yourself into the corner. You didn’t know what the next few weeks would be like, but you hoped they go better than the last twenty four hours did.

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Stubborn Asshole (A Zak Bagans x Reader SMUT)

WARNINGS: Smut, language, possession

Special Thanks: To @xcazzax for being an awsome reader and source of inspiration. I couldn’t do this without you girly. 🥰

I love Aaron like a brother, don’t get me wrong, but DAMN HIM FOR BRINGING SUCH AN ASSHOLE INTO MY LIFE!

Douchey McGee: Hey Aaron said to message u.

He said: Get the fuck up Y/N!

Me: Tell him I said thnx and

and 2 not have the douche do

his dirty work.

Douchey McGee: Well fuck u 2 Y/N.

I sighed and crawled out of my hotel bed. We’d flown in late the previous night and I was still exhausted. I showered and got dressed in my ripped black skinny jeans, my black GAC shirt, and combat boots. I grabbed my hoodie and purse on the way out. Downstairs in the attached restaurant the rest of the crew were gathered for breakfast and much needed coffee.

“Morning gorgeous,” Aaron greeted.

“Fuck off Goodwin, I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” I said taking my seat beside him. “And by the way since when is boss man your own personal secretary.”

“And here I thought you didn’t know me as anything but Douche McGee, douche, or my personal favorite: Stubborn asshole son of a bitch.” Zak chimed in.

“Good morning to you too Satan,” I rolled my eyes.

I swear ever since we met Zak has made it his life mission to push my buttons in any way he can. But unfortunately for this psychotic fuck, two can play that game.

“Huh that’s original,” Zak continued.

I rolled my eyes and ordered an omelet with coffee. “So you gonna tell me when you decided to make boss man your bitch?” I asked Aaron.

“Well I figured I’ve been the bitch long enough so…” Aaron said.

“Dude, since when have I ever treated you like a bitch?” Zak asked.

“Every time you forced him to stay in a fucked up room by himself during an investigation like a fucking sadist?” I pointed out.

“Oh...right…” Zak said looking like he felt a tinge of guilt.

“Does that mean I’m a bitch too since he’s been doing the same thing to me lately?” Billy chimed in.

“Unfortunately,” I said just as my breakfast arrived arrived. “Oh, thanks.” I said to the waitress.

“Only you can go from bitchy to bubbly in zero seconds flat,” Zak said.

“Fuck you too, Bagans,” I muttered taking a bite of my omelet.

“Not in this life babe,” Zak muttered taking a sip of his coffee.

It continued like that even in the car on the way to the days location: Bly Manor. According to our sources Bly Manor was built in the 1800’s by Charles Bly, an Irish immigrant who made a fortune selling liquor and tobacco. By the time of the Civil War he decided to try his hand at weapons manufacturing which earned him enough to break ground on his dream house. He lived in the manor with his family. His wife Athena, and his daughter Josephine.

It said that on a sunny afternoon while do work in the Manor’s yard a man by the name of Bishop Wiley showed up and shot him dead. Supposedly Wiley’s son Robert was a soldier in the war and was killed by the very guns Charles helped build.

Charles has since been purported sighted walking the manor grounds. His wife Athena has been seen playing the piano, and wandering the halls. As for Josephine well… she was the most famous spirit of all.

“Josephine has been seen on the balcony of the Red Room,” explained our tour guide as we interviewed her. “The story goes that Josephine had met and fallen in love with a man at a nearby farm. And just before they were due to be married he left to fight in the war. She promised to wait for him there until his return. Hopeful that they could still marry and have a family. Sadly the man lost his life in Gettysburg. Charles felt so horrible he felt the need to keep it from her. So she continued to wait. And continues to wait to this very day.”

My heart ached for Josephine. It’s a whole other level of hell to lose someone so dear… I damn near jumped when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?” Zak asked.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” I said before following the tour guide.

We eventually took a break for lunch and then got ready for the investigation. Unlike most of the crew I made it a habit of carrying a small black backpack. I was just stuffing a recorder, spirit box, and MEL Meter when someone pat my shoulder.

“Hey are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Zak asked again.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m good, um, why the niceties?”

“I may be an asshole sometimes but I do feel for people now and then,” he said.

“Even me?” I arched an eyebrow at him. Before he could answer Aaron barged in needing to grab a spare lens for the camera.

We continued prepping in silence and then slowly but eventually the sun went down and moon shined bright.

Aaron, Zak, and I went in together. We worked together as a group for a while before (in true Zak Bagans fashion) we split up.

“Y/N I want you to stay up here for a while and see if Josephine will communicate with you,” Zak said.

“Alright,” I said stepping out onto Josephine’s balcony. Zak and Aaron disappeared through the Red Room door and I took out my recorder. “Josephine, are you here?” I started. “If so do you think you could answer a few questions for me? I promise you I mean no harm. Just speak into this little device for me.”

I felt a chill in the air but continued. “Why are you still waiting for him?” I asked. “Don’t you think he’s waiting for you on the other side?”

I suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of sadness and anxiety. I slid down to the ground and then... He promised me. I kept thinking for some odd reason. He promised...he promised we’d go...he promised on the stars...he promised we’d be together.

The thoughts kept coming, and I don’t know when it started but I only realized I was crying when I felt someone shake me violently. “Y/N TALK TO ME DAMMIT!!!”

Zak knelt in front of me looking freaked. “D-Don’t ever leave me,” I cried. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

“Josephine leave her alone, please,” Zak asked. “I know what happened to you was cruel and unfair but that doesn’t mean she should suffer like this.” Call me crazy but Zak actually sounded kind of pissed. There was another chill and he knelt beside me again. “I’m here sweetheart…” He whispered brushing my cheek with his hand. “I’m here.”

I looked up at him and saw a face that was not his. His hair was chocolate brown and barely touched his shoulders, his eyes the same. My heart took off in joy and I threw my arms around him. He squeezed me before pulling back and taking my face in his hands. “Promise not to disappear on me again?” I asked.

“I promise,” he muttered before bringing his lips to mine. We kissed passionately as though it was a long time coming. After a while it felt like a weight lifted off me and my legs became limp. “WHOA!”

Zak caught me. It was for sure him this time. I was suddenly more aware of things...more awake. “Zak...what? What happened?”

“I dunno,” he said. “But I’m getting you the fuck out of here.”

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me all the way to the GAC van.

“You know you didn’t have to carry me right?”

“Says the girl who just nearly passed out on me,” Zak said setting me down in the back of the van.

“Um Zak did you want us to edit out the last bit of her footage or..?” Billy asked awkwardly.

“Edit it out? Why?” Zak asked. Blushing furiously Billy replayed the footage from the night vision cam we had facing the balcony. It showed me slowly crumbling and then…

“Oh sweet fucking Jesus,” I groaned as Zak and I started making out on screen.

“Uh...yeah I don’t think we need to uh-*cough*-show that,” Zak said turning back to me. “Are you, uh, gonna be okay?”

“Um...yeah I think so,” I said not entirely meeting his eye. “You-uh-you go ahead. I’m just gonna chill with Billy the rest of the night.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Now go before I drag you back in by your balls,” I threatened.

“Oh yeah you’re gonna be fine,” he said turning his back on me.

“You know you two are actually kinda hot together,” Billy said.

“What? Are you high? Zak and I can barely stand each other,” I said.

“Bull-fucking-shit Y/N,” Billy laughed. “We all can see there is insane tension going on between you. We just don’t get why you guys haven’t done anything about it.”

“What are we the hot gossip going around the office or something?”

“I mean, if this almost-porno is anything to go by...then yeah.”

“Billy I swear to God if I catching you jerking off to that—.”

“You’ll cut my nuts off I know,” he finished for me. “Besides I would never in hell jerk off to my best friend and his girl. It’s too weird.”

“I’m not his girl,” I snapped at him.

“Whatever you say Y/N,” Billy laughed. “Now did you wanna review this evidence with me or..?”

And so I did.

Once the investigation ended we packed up, caught a few minutes sleep then made our way back to Vegas.

Billy, Jay, and Aaron were dropped off first. Then it was just me and Zak.

Aaron: Try not to kill Zak please.

Me: No promises.

Zak then pulled up to my place.

“Are we never gonna talk about it?” I asked as he parked.

“What’s there to say?” he asked. “It-It was a freak incident. We-we weren’t ourselves.”

“True you were actually nice for once,” I said sarcastically.

Zak glared at me. “Go fuck yourself, Y/N.”

“Fuck me yourself you coward,” I blurted out. “I mean...um...fuck!” I sighed and stepped out of the car. I had just unlocked my door when…

“Y/N!” I turned around and saw Zak running up to me.

“Wha―” I was cut off by Zak slamming his lips to mine.

He kissed me hard, as though he was relieving an ache deep within his heart. I kissed back and clumsily opened my door. Zak picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carried me to my bedroom. He placed me on the bed and I reached up to pull his shirt off. I tossed it aside and eventually more articles of clothing followed.

Zak laid me back on the bed and started pecking a trail of kisses all the way down to my heat. A moan escaped my lips as he kissed and sucked on me. “HO-HOLY SHIT!”

To say Zak knew what he was doing would be an understatement. He didn’t stop eating me until I was writhing beneath him. “Z-ZAK!” My back arched and my toes curled up in the most powerful orgasm of my life.

He crawled back up to me, smirking. “Not much of an asshole anymore, am I?”

“Oh shut up,” I brought my lips back to his as I ran my hand up and down his length which like the rest of him was thick and hard. I suddenly felt him move my hand before he reached down and placed himself at my entrance. He kissed me once more before pushing in. “FUCK! How the fuck have you been single this long?”

“Demons tends to be excellent cock blocks,” Zak said as he started to thrust. “Lucky for us, they tend to stay away from you.”

“R-Really?”

He grunted then nodded. Despite his big, tough, persona Zak was actually really sensual and passionate in bed. He kept his thrusts gentle (probably because he knew his above average size could inflict some damage if he wasn’t careful) until I urged him to go faster and harder. After a while he flipped us over so that I was on top. I rode him hard, and Zak, being a gentleman, helped me out by thrusting up into me as I did.

The tension began building up inside me. “Fuck...Zak I-I think I’m gonna…” It hit me like a wave. I tightened around him, arching my back, and damn near screaming his name.

Zak flipped us over again and continued thrusting until he grew sloppy. I suddenly felt him twitch inside me as he cursed and groaned. His body shuttered as he painted my womb with his seed. Finally he collapsed beside me, both of us breathless.

“Wow,” I said.

“I know,” Zak said.

Once my breathing was under control I turned to him. “So...what now?”

He looked over at me.

“I guess we just be together,” he said. “It’s kind of what you do when you’re insanely in love with someone.”

“You’re in love with me?” I asked.

“I’ve always been in love with you,” he smiled. “Ever since we met...I just didn’t want the spirits in my life to hurt you so I decided to keep you away.”

“What changed?”

“Besides that they for some reason stay away from you?” I nodded. “I was tired of letting them get in the way of what I want. I was tired of being away from you.” He draped his arm over my waist. “I love you.” He muttered.

“I love you too,” I said pecking him on his swollen lips.

We spent almost every day together after that. It’s been a year and we are still together. Life was the same for the most part. We still investigated places, while not in bed or spending time with each other. The guys were relieved to see us together (at last) until our PDA became a little too much for them to handle. Oh and there was one other difference as well…

“Y/N BAGANS COME GET YOUR MAN HE’S BEING FUCKING TERRIFYING AGAIN!” Aaron shouted at me through the walkie.

“What happened to having the preggo investigator hang back all night?” I asked rubbing my stomach. Zak made everyone swear not to let me into the buildings with malicious spirits and demons.

“Y/N please,” Aaron begged.

I sighed and looked down. “Aaron Nicholas Bagans for the love of god don’t be a stubborn asshole like your daddy.”

With that I exited the van and went to save the love of my life.

#zak bagans #zak bagans x reader #zak bagans imagine #Smut

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suituuup · 4 years ago

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pieces - chapter five

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn't expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

rated: E (drug use and emotional abuse)

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As the rest of the day ticked by, Beca kept replaying the events at Sarah’s coffee shop over and over, unable to pinpoint what she could have said to make Chloe bolt like that. She managed to focus on her tasks at hand over the afternoon and headed home around 6, groaning as soon as she stepped inside when she remembered she had promised Sarah to cook her dinner.

She pondered on canceling for half a minute because all she felt like doing was taking a long shower and eating pizza in bed, but she already felt guilty about a lot of things these past couple of days.

So she took a quick shower instead and put on some comfy jeans and a plaid shirt, tossing her blow-dried hair in a messy bun atop her head. With one of her favorite blues records playing throughout her home, Beca set to work to make creamy salmon pasta with spinach, nursing a much-needed glass of wine as she cooked.

“Babe?”

“In the kitchen,” Beca called out over the music, lowering the heat on the boiling water and dropping a handful of spaghetti in. She smiled as Sarah brushed a kiss to her cheek. “Hey.”

“Hello you,” Sarah murmured, squeezing her hip as she walked past her to set a bottle of wine on the counter. “Smells delicious.”

“Hopefully it tastes good, too.” Not that Beca was worried; she had been making this dish for a few years. “Wine?”

Sarah hopped onto the counter next, humming. “Yes, please.”

Beca opened the fridge and took the bottle out, reaching on the tip of her toes (shhh) for a glass in the cabinet over her head. She poured some wine in and handed it to Sarah. “Sorry I disappeared earlier.”

After Chloe had left, Beca wasn’t in the mood to eat or finish her coffee, leaving a $20 on the table on her way out.

“Was that the friend you told me about yesterday?”

Beca puffed out a sigh. “Yeah. She’s…” It’s complicated, Beca was about to say, but she figured she owed Sarah some details after what happened at her workplace. “She’s in a bad place. And I wanna help her, but she doesn’t seem to want any help. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Sarah covered Beca’s hand with her own, the pad of her thumb stroking her skin back and forth. “Has it been a long time since you last saw each other?”

“Over six years. We fell out of touch about five years ago. Well, she cut us all out of her life nearly overnight.”

Sarah tilted her head to the side. “Us?”

“The Bellas, from college. Chloe and I were co-captains.” Beca swallowed around the lump forming in her throat as a wave of nostalgia hit her with full force. “She just… she was my best friend.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Maybe give her some time and she’ll come around?”

Beca doubted that, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah, maybe.” She shook her head, squeezing Sarah’s hand as she mustered a smile. “Enough about me. How was your day?”

As the next week ticked by, Beca started to lose hope. In true Beca Mitchell fashion, she threw herself into work to avoid dealing with her emotions, staying at the office until midnight most days.

A knock on her open-door one night made her jolt. She had lost herself in the view and her own thoughts, unaware someone was still at the office.

Beca spun her chair around to face the door, finding Luke in the doorway. “Why are you here so late?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Luke pointed out, inviting himself in. He set a sheet of paper in front of Beca, then plopped down in the seat on the other side of her desk. “This is incredible. You’ve got to record it.”

Beca glanced down at her own handwriting, heavily regretting showing Luke that song she wrote a few days ago. “I don’t know, man.”

“What?” Luke asked, incredulous. “Becky, you haven’t been able to write a lyric for the past three years and now that you’ve got a platinum record worthy song, you don’t want to use it?”

Beca nibbled on the inside of her cheek. “It feels too personal, I’m not sure I feel like sharing it with the world.” She glared at him next. “And stop calling me Becky, this is getting old.”

“I’m serious, this might be your best work yet,” Luke insisted. “Think about it?”

“I will. Now get out of my office,” Beca muttered.

“You got it, Becky,” Luke teased, easily catching the stress ball Beca tossed at his head, chuckling at her poor attempt. “You should go home and get some sleep.”

“Yeah. Night.”

“Goodnight.”

It turned out Sarah had been right.

When Beca wasn’t expecting it anymore, Chloe called. And she sounded like Chloe. Hope flared within her once more, but she tried not to let it engulf her whole being. While Chloe reaching out was an enormous step, Beca threaded carefully, knowing a lot could happen in five days.

She wished she had been wrong, but as it pushed 1 pm that Thursday afternoon, it was pretty clear Chloe wouldn’t show. Beca didn’t have her phone number or any other way to contact her. Her heart felt heavy as she headed back to BMLJ for her meeting with Jesse regarding his movie score, and her head was too full of thoughts to completely focus on work.

“Earth to Beca.”

Beca hummed, snapping out of her daze. Jesse was staring at her in a mix of concern and curiosity. “Sorry.”

“Do you wanna do this another time?”

“No, no,” Beca insisted, straightening up. “I’m okay.” She hated how well Jesse knew her, and heaved a sigh when he gave her that look. “It’s Chloe.”

“Chloe Beale?” Jesse asked. “She’s in New York?”

“Yeah. I found her a couple of weeks ago. She’s a stripper at some hyped club in Times Square.”

“Holy shit, seriously?”

Beca proceeded to tell him everything over the next ten minutes, Jesse hanging onto every word. “Am I stupid? Trying so hard to help someone who clearly doesn’t want to be helped?”

“No, you’re not stupid. You’re a softie under that tough exterior and you care deeply about the people you love. Especially Chloe. I was in the front row, remember?”

Beca grimaced, some of that decade-old guilt surfacing. “Dude…”

“It’s fine. I’m definitely over all of that, but we both know Chloe is too important for you to just give up. And from how you described her, and that phone call? It sounds like she still cares, but she lost herself along the way and is now in so deep she has trouble coming back on her own. Maybe she just needs to hear that asking for help isn’t giving up, but rather refusing to give up.”

Those words echoed deep within Beca, and she found herself nodding, filled with newfound energy to fight for this. “I need to go by the club. Tonight. Her boss might kick me out if I show up inside, but maybe I can wait by the back door?”

“I’ll come with you.”

“You don’t have to, man. It might be hours before we see her.”

“That guy sounds creepy, you shouldn’t go on your own.”

Beca sighed. “Okay, fine. I’ll pick you up around ten.”

Beca felt like they were on a stake-out as they waited in her car hours later, parked across the back alley of the club. Winter had definitely settled in in NYC and waiting in the cold for hours in freezing temperatures didn’t seem like a great plan.

She texted back and forth with Aubrey, who once more offered to come down, but Beca was concerned Chloe might think they were ambushing her.

It was pushing midnight by the time a familiar figure stepped out of the building through the side door. Chloe was on her own.

Beca slapped Jesse’s arm to wake him up. “She’s here.”

They both stepped out of the car and crossed the street when it was clear, Beca telling Jesse to wait by the corner as she tentatively approached Chloe, slipping her gloved hands inside the pockets of her dark grey wool trench coat.

She was smoking a cigarette, clad in her glitter dress under an open fleece jacket. Her gaze flickered to Beca when she spotted her, her posture turning rigid. “What are you doing here?”

There was no bite to her tone but soft curiosity, which reassured Beca further.

“Can we talk?”

Chloe glanced over her shoulder towards the door as she nibbled on her lower lip. “Five minutes, then I have to go back inside.”

She met Beca on the other side of the alley, the orange glow of the lamp post over their heads allowing Beca to trace her features. “You didn’t show earlier.”

Chloe dragged on her cigarette. “I changed my mind.”

“Is that the truth or did someone tell you not to?” She wasn’t dumb; after meeting Chloe’s boss and knowing she was his favorite, she had an inkling the two were somehow involved. And that guy just gave off a crazy possessive vibe. Chloe’s silence was her answer. “Chlo…”

“It’s more complicated than you think,” Chloe murmured, licking her lips.

“Then explain it to me,” she demanded, a desperate edge to her tone.

“Why are you doing this?” Chloe croaked out. “Why won’t you leave me alone?”

Her question took Beca by surprise, and her mouth moved wordlessly for a few beats. “Because I care about you. And you’re not okay, Chlo. I want to help.”

“Beca…”

She thought back on Jesse’s words. “Asking for help is not giving up, Chloe. It’s refusing to give up. And I’m here. You just have to say the word, I’ve got you.”

Chloe shook her head, closing her eyes briefly. “I’m not--” Her eyes were filled with so much sadness when they found Beca’s that Beca had to remind herself to breathe. “I’m not worth it.”

Those four words felt like a knife lodging itself inside Beca’s heart. They stole all the air from her lungs and brought tears to her eyes. “What?” She whispered, her voice nowhere within reach as a huge lump formed in her throat. “That’s not true,” she said, with more forcefulness this time around. “It’s not, you hear me?”

Chloe kept shaking her head. “You don’t know me anymore.”

“Maybe I don’t know this version of you, but I know Chloe Beale is still in there, somewhere. I heard her on the phone the other day, remember? And I can see her now, under all those layers of sadness and lack of self-worth triggered by outside factors. I know her soul hasn’t changed, deep down. It couldn’t have, because you are the purest, kindest human being there is, and that has to still be somewhere in there.”

“I’m broken, Bec,” Chloe cried, her eyes filled to the rim with tears threatening to spill over. “I’m a crack addict. I don’t--” A sob spilled from her throat. “I spend all my money on coke and all I know how to do anymore is show my breasts for money.”

A tear rolled down Beca’s cheek as she reached for Chloe’s hand. “Then I’ll help put you back together. Piece by piece, for however long it takes. Whatever it takes, Chlo. I promise.”

“Chloe?”

Both their heads snapped towards the open door, where Marco stood. His features hardened when he saw Beca there, and Beca released Chloe’s hand, looking over her shoulder towards Jesse, who made his way over.

“What is she doing here?” He spat out as he climbed down the set of steps.

Chloe visibly swallowed, her fear radiating off her. “She’s just leaving.”

“No, I’m not,” Beca stated, loud and clear as her eyes shone fiercely. “I’m not going anywhere without Chloe.”

“You fucking homewrecker,” he muttered, crossing the alley in quick strides. Chloe stepped in front of Beca, as though to shield her with her own body. The anger swirling in his eyes shot a chill down Beca’s spine. “Move, Chloe.”

Chloe shook her head. “You should go back inside, Marco. Please don’t make a scene, it’s not worth it.”

Beca had never understood the expression ‘to see red’ until now; until she witnessed Marco backhanding Chloe with so much force she staggered back with a cry.

Unparalleled rage filled her, the kind of rage she couldn’t control. She stepped forward and raised her fist, clocking him in the face with a mean right hook. She wasn’t sure if the cracking sound came from her knuckle or his nose breaking, the pain in her hand muffled by the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Marco stumbled a few steps backward with a grunt, his eyes screwed shut as he covered his nose with his hand. But Beca wasn’t done, taking advantage of his dizzy state and stepping forward to knee him in the balls as hard as she could so he couldn’t walk until they were all safely inside the car.

“You guys get into the car,” Jesse ushered them, keeping an eye on Marco as he doubled over in pain.

“Chloe, come on,” Beca coaxed urgently, grabbing her hand and pulling. To her surprise, Chloe didn’t fight her. She seemed absolutely shell-shocked, even once they reached the car, as though her legs were carrying her on their own accord and her brain was miles behind. “Get inside, Chlo.”

Jesse jogged over a few seconds later and slid behind the wheel without Beca having to ask him, and she climbed in the backseat beside Chloe, relief washing over as the doors locked behind them and the car pulled onto the road towards safety.

#bechloe #bechloe fic #chloe beale #beca mitchell #pitch perfect fic

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lost-inthedream · 4 years ago

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Is it bad?

Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x female reader x Hwiyoung

Genre: smut

Words: 3.3k

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), hand job. Am I forgetting anything?

Summary: You have never expected these two to take part in a threesome, specially Taeyang, as your a little bit jealous boyfriend. Worse than this, you didn’t expect yourself to be this aroused by such idea

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistake that you find.

You landed your hand flat on the window, the rain drops slid fast as the rain was suddenly becoming a stormy. There was some beauty in the way the afternoon was getting embraced by the darkness of the bad weather. Taeyang did the same with you, enveloping your body from behind and placing his large hand over yours on the transparent surface. His fingers brushing their way between yours instantly stole your attention from outside. That’s Yoo Taeyang effect, you used to think, he naturally occupied your mind. You weren’t afraid of looking needy before him.

His cell phone ringed inside his jeans pocket and he preferred to let go of your hand to pick it up. This way his arm kept crossing your waist and holding you close. “It’s Hwiyoung.”

You turned your head to the side so you can stare at your boyfriend as he answers the call and didn’t really pay attention to whatever he was saying. His pretty features are often admired by your lovesick eyes, he shows some delicacy very well balanced with his masculinity. As a result, you desired all the time.

“Okay, we’ll be waiting for you then” he ended the call.

You were still looking at Taeyang when he turned his face back to you. Now your eyebrows were furrowed because of the way he said goodbye to his friend.

“He’s coming” your boyfriend said with an apologetic expression. He waited for you to say something but you expected him to explain himself already. “Y/n, Hwiyoung is around the corner and the rain caught him off guard. I couldn’t say no to him.”

“I know” you agreed letting your head weigh towards his neck, relaxing there so you could look outside a little bit more until his younger brother passed through that door and ruined your night.

☆★

“Wow! Dude, you’re soaked” you noticed as soon as the boy shows up in your doorway. “Get in already!”

He smiled a bit uncomfortable with himself and did as you said, stepping carefully on the floor as if it could make everything less wet. You observe the wet path he left behind.

“Thank you, Y/n. You must be an angel. I called an Uber but it didn’t come.”

“Me? An angel? I just happen to live here” you answer remembering that you didn’t actively do anything to him to have your house as a shelter. You just accepted what Taeyang came up with because you used to say ‘yes’ to everything he asked for

“Where’s hyung?” he asked with eyes wandering in all directions.

“In the bathroom” you answered robotically “Take this wet cost off or you’re gonna be sick”.

You looked as he gets rid of the large piece of clothing, revealing his broad shoulders. His white t-shirt was also a bit wet and glued to his chest so you could see a glimpse of his nipples.

“Don’t you check the meteorology when you get out home?” Taeyang popped up right behind you, greeting his friend with a playful smirk.

“I just took more time than I thought” the younger guy complained combing his hair back with his own hands. You could see his Adam’s apple slightly move as he lifts his chin some millimeters up.

Taeyang pulled on his friend’s t-shirt and suggested “You should take a hot shower. There are plenty of clothes of mine here and I can lend you something.”

Hwiyoung looked at you before giving an answer. You nodded “Go there! Taeyang is gonna bring you something to wear”

You and Taeyang watched while he made his way to the corridor and eventually disappeared at the end of it. You felt his nose brushing on your ear and couldn’t help the grin being sculpted on your lips.

“I saw the way you looked at him” he finally said. You could identify some malice in his tone. Maybe just because it was whispered, maybe not. Why would Taeyang be malicious instead of jealous? “I got a feeling, baby. Do you wanna know what?”

“Wh- what?” your eyes got so big to whatever he was about to say. His voice sounded so smooth yet dangerous, easily caused you shivers.

“You like his body. Did I get it wrong?”

You retracted your shoulders because of the goosebumps and pushed him softly.

“Everybody admires his body.” You answered and headed to your bedroom so Taeyang could pick some clothes to the dude in your bathroom. “You’re acting weird now.”

“Just an impression”.

You sat on your bed as your boyfriend opened your wardrobe and found what he needed. You both stayed in silence but you wanted to make him say everything that crossed his mind. He looked serious now as if he had said less than he wanted.

“Not gonna lie” he started “I was about to start taking your clothes off when Hwiyoung called me. By the way, I’m still in the mood”

“So what?”

“Would it be too crazy if we did it with him here?”

“Taeyang! How can we let him and just fuck while he waits the rain to give a break?”

“That’s not what I said. We can do it with him. It won’t be hard, you even like his body.” Taeyang stopped standing right in front of you, then spread your legs a little and placed himself in the middle of them. He caressed your hair and traveled his hands a bit on the sides of your neck and shoulders too, making the move flow as it wouldn’t have an end ever. His question was still there repeating itself in your thoughts.

“I doubt that he will be up to it”

“Well then. Let me ask him so we won’t have any doubt.”

You chuckled sure that he wouldn’t do so and let he leave the bedroom. One day he would make you completely insane with his silly jokes. You rolled your eyes to yourself, neither of those guys would have courage enough to engage in a threesome. Not even you would have such an audacity. Hwiyoung was just a baby boy. With awesome body proportions, you couldn’t lie, but still pretty introvert. Taeyang was the same to be honest, being older didn’t mean a lot. Good boys don’t share their girlfriends with their friends, right? And good girls don’t have sex with their boyfriend’s friends. Even so, you did feel aroused when you saw that chest right in front of you just some minutes ago.

You got up and opened the door before you get wet for real by an illogical thought like that.

Your head unintentionally turned to the end of the corridor and you regretted it so badly. Or that was what you wanted to feel. You didn’t regret what you saw at all, Hwiyoung had only a towel around his hips and his chest felt like calling for you.

“Holy shit” you heard yourself hiss.

“Are you okay, love?” the older boy asked you showing the fakest pure expression you’ve seen in your entire life.

You denied yourself to believe he had talked about that to Hwiyoung, so you almost ran to the kitchen to grab some water. Your hands shook like jelly. “My gosh, what’s happening with me?”

“Why didn’t you answered me?” by the sound of his voice, you knew Taeyang was pouting but you didn’t turn, still drinking out the bottle and trying to stabilize the wild animal inside you.

He once more embraced you from behind but that time, his hands didn’t stop on your waist but grasped both your breast without hesitation.

“You didn’t ask him, right?” you managed to make your voice resonate.

“asked what?”

“I know you didn’t ask.”

“Why are you so sure?” a third voice emerged in the kitchen. Still away from you and Taeyang but it was already clear that the distance wouldn’t last.

“Do you wanna know what he answered?” Taeyang provoked you sliding his hands from your chest to your stomach.

“No.” you moaned back.

“He’s gonna say it anyway, okay?”

You shut your eyes closed as if it could make the temptations dissolve away. Your hand was taken and you knew it was not your boyfriend. The touch was entirely different, it was uncertain and new. Nonetheless very electrifying.

“Y/n, I want to… ya know. But only if you are okay with it.

Taeyang’s hands felt like stuck on your low stomach poorly crossing your waistband, without even reaching your panties line, still a massive tease.

“Maybe she’s not interested” he provoked as your urge to be touched for real increased. “It’s a pity because I don’t think we’re gonna have a similar chance ever again.”

“Well” You heard Hwiyoung agreeing at the same time he loses his grip to let go of your hand “I understand.”

Before his touch was gone, you grabbed his middle finger wrapping your fist on it.

“I must be crazy” you murmured to yourself and allowed your sight to access the light again, followed by the clear image of Hwiyoug.

Only a towel avoided his nakedness and it messed up with your brain functions. You were a step before having a naked guy in your kitchen. Taeyang manhandled you so you faced his friend. “So are you saying yes to us?”

You saw the way the younger guy let his eyes wander down your figure, spotting your boyfriend’s hand inside your pants.

“Yes. Crap! It’s your fault, Tae.” You were still astonished by your own answer, so you kept your back glued on Taeyang’s chest. You still felt like he could save you from your own lust.

“Right” he agreed unbuttoning your pants delicately. “Hwiyoung, listen. You gotta be good to her, because she deserves the best treatment.”

The other guy answered by bringing your hand close to his mouth. The click sound of the sensual peck left there made you grin without noticing. He suggested you to caress his face by brushing your fingers on his chin. You weren’t able to turn your sight away from him, even though the guilt was still present somewhere inside of you. It was getting so small that now you could ignore it easily.

He suddenly changed his focus looking at your boyfriend who was still standing right behind you. Hwiyoung had some silent questions speaking as his parted lips. So kissable, you wondered.

“Go for it” Taeyang answered in a low decisive tone.

Right away Hwiyoung’s face got so close to yours, though he stopped when your noses touched. Your heartbeat fast and you took some air, the next move came effortlessly. Your own move. Now your mouths rolled together. They were hesitant, of course, but it didn’t make the kiss less enjoyable.

Taeyang took the chance to slide your pants down, being cautious to not to take your underwear as well. You felt your bottom being removed but it became irrelevant, since you were too carried away by the almost naked guy in your kitchen. When Taeyang forced you to lift your leg and slid the pant off your ankle, you lost your balance and finally touched Hwiyoung’s abs not to fall. Only the sudden notion of his skin made your lips disconnect and you saw yourself craving to feel more of him but you remembered your boyfriend was right behind you.

“Love?” you called.

“Yes, my naughty girl” he answered and placed his lips on one of your butt cheeks. A soft peck as he scratched down the skin of your hips.

Your hands never left Hwiyoung’s stomach, but you wanted to touch Taeyang too.

“Came here”

He uses your waist to help him lift up, wrapping his hands around it firmly. “As you desire, my girl” Then kisses your shoulder before standing in front of you too, next to his friend.

“Isn’t it wrong?” you asked softly, still very dependent on him.

He took you by the upper arm and connected your lips with passion, confidence, lust. Your hand fell heavily down Hwiyoung’s body unintentionally dropping his towel on the floor. He gasped in surprise, making you and Taeyang stop to see what happened. You couldn’t help the way your mouth opened making a letter O before the gorgeous bare body that smacked your conscience.

“Someone is impatient” your boyfriend laughed.

“Well” Hwiyoung initiated visibly flustered but still managing to stand as if he wasn’t the only one fully exposed there. He held his hands together in front of his body but it didn’t hide the damned erection that you couldn’t take your eyes off. “Aren’t you two gonna join me?”

You found Taeyang’s eyes looking at you immediately after you turned your head to him again. It was your time to get rid of some of the items that covered him. Your hand sneaked upwards under his t-shirt, you knew him too well, every part of him. Conscious that such a light touch, slowly brushing his body hair like that, would cause him shivers. He smiled timidly trying to hide how weak he was for you and then slid his t-shirt up to his chest and head. He casually threw his discarded piece close to Hwiyoung’s towel on the floor.

“Hurry and sit on the table, baby.”

You nodded and showed both guys your back as you walked towards the required furniture item, the air was a bit cold and kissed the skin of your ass. You stopped in front of it and let your fingers touch its surface as if you had never felt its contour. You finally checked at the two guys, by looking over your shoulder and this act made them move and follow you.

“I told you to sit”. Your boyfriend repeated. He sounded more decisive than ever.

Now that you were finally enjoying that moment to the fullest, immerged, and with all your senses awaken, you didn’t need to ask why he acted so bossy. The other boy’s presence challenged him somehow and he called the shots like an alpha. Now your butt laid over the wood solid surface, you felt your soaked folds also touching it. Taeyang contoured the furniture item wrapping his hand lightly around your throat. “Lie down”

As soon as the back of your head reached the table, he ducked his torso down and gave you an open-mouthed kiss. Hwiyoung surprised you with his lips too, but on your inner thigh as he spread your legs and crouched to have better access. One of your hands was also caught by his, you held tight on it. Both guys got more intense. Taeyang’s mouth was demanding, leaving yours exactly when you were sure that his kiss would be endless. He moved to your throat and collar bones, in a way that his chest was all you could see. You sucked there without thinking, there was no voice inside your mind, just primal responses.

The younger guy removed your panties to the side so he could play with the area close to your core. It wasn’t clear if he was being mischievous or if he was still avoiding going all the way before Taeyang’s green light. One of your feet was already on his back, toes responding to his messy sucks.

Taeyang just exposed your breasts by tugging your blouse up, he wet one nipple with the tip of his tongue but before going harder, he called Hwiyoung. “Hey, are you ready to make her a whiny mess?”

The younger guy answer was to cover your core with his warm mouth and placing his tongue flat on your clit at the same time Taeyang started to swirl his own tongue on your hard nipple. Your legs closed as your sweet torture started to hit. Hwiyoung didn’t want to release your hand, which held his so nicely, but he needed to keep your legs well spread and also expose more of your nub so he could stimulate it even more.

Taeyang stopped to look at his friend's work and also give you some air, since he was covering your face with his own body. He held your head and whispered in your ear “He’s treating you so well. You’re so lucky.”

You gasped your boyfriend’s name and suddenly grabbed on his wrist because you needed anything to hold.

“Yes?” he answered.

“Why are you doing it?” you cried.

Hwiyoung’s nails sink on your flesh making your intonation shriller at the end.

“You were upset because he was here, remember?” He voiced naturally.

Your back arched out of the table and your grip onto his hand got needy. His name was still on your mouth even though it was Hwiyoung down there.

“I know, baby. I know.” He repeated feeling the tension inside his pants starting to grow unbearable.

You slowly loosed that hard grip on him as hwiyoung started to slow down his tongue motions. He voiced down there in admiration. “Y/n, you taste so good” His affirmation made you so ashamed of not having said his name even once.

Taeyang’s voice called your attention before you say anything. “Can you still take me after that?” he asked opening his pants.

“Oh” you managed to wipe your forehead and look at Hwiyound as you propped your weak body on your elbow. “I have an idea.” You extend your hand to the younger boy, that took it immediately to help you get up. “Now you sit on the table”.

He switched place with you and you offered Taeyang to hold your waist and penetrate you from behind.

“Well” he agreed. “Go on”

At first, you used Hwiyoung thighs as support, placing your hands flat on them and feeling his well-built muscles. Then you felt your boyfriend’s member passing through your hole as he held you by the tits. You and him moaned together in unison but your eyes pierced the guy right in front of you. You took his member on your hand by covering his own. Both hands move together for a bit until he handed his shaft all for you to deal with.

You’re a bit afraid of getting too carried away by Taeyang’s thrusts and grasp too tight on Hwi’s dick, but he panted really cutely “You don’t need to be gentle. You’re not gonna break me”.

Everything became a distortion, a mix of psychedelic colors and moans. At some point Taeyang’s fingers were again on your clit as he moved back and forth, what made you feel like the world would collapse not having the rain as its cause. You noticed that you were leaning too close to the other guy’s face and your lips attracted each other in a careless kiss, you became unable to do so many things at once and your hands were no longer jerking him off, yet he kept the friction with his own. Your boyfriend’s soft growls plus Hwi’s muffled pants in your mouth intoxicated you violently.

“Ah.. Baby.” Taeyang whined completely lost and it was obvious that his climax was about to hit. He barely controlled his hips when he was close, only able to produce labored moans.

Then Hwiyoung turned his head away from you involuntarily, his pants were cracked and you pushed your head on his neck. Taeyang’s seed poured inside you as he cursed something. Seconds after, you felt the other guy’s cum spilling on your stomach. He laid back with his eyes shut and parted lips. Taeyang slowly pulled off and managed to hold you standing even though his legs were trembling too. You maintained yourself up by propping on hwiyoung’s thighs once again, he couldn’t give less shits, completely wasted on your table. You looked at him in awe, cum dripping between your legs and stomach. You suddenly felt the older boy pushing you, he was now sitting in a chair, you sat down on his lap.

He kissed your nose and hugged you tenderly, you could feel his heartbeat stabilizing.

“hwiyoung, are you okay?” he asked stroking your arm.

“Hmm... Yes, hyung” He mumbled “Y/n give me a second and I’m gonna leave your table.”

You chuckled exhausted. You and Taeyang raised your hands at the same time to touch the boy and soothe him “Don’t worry.”

#sf9 smut #sf9 #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #yoo taeyang smut #yoo taeyang scenario #hwiyoung smut #hwiyoung scenario #kpop scenarios

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celestiababie · 4 years ago

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Too Much Love pt 2- Jaehyun/Yoonoh (m/a)

Genre: angst with suggestive noncon themes, stalker!jaehyun au, college!au

Pairings: jaehyun/yoonoh x reader

Warnings: Stalking, illegal themes, reader is dumb highkey, johnny being johnny

Word count: 920

A/N: I finally decided to make a part 2. I’m not sure how many parts I’m gonna make and they definitely aren’t going to be frequent BUT follow me if you want updates on whether or not I’ll be making more or if you want to read any of the other things I’ll be writing. Btw my requests are open however I prefer answering ones that I can do in drabble format. Thank you for reading

Images of last night flashed through your head as you mindlessly stared at the back of Jaehyun's head as he sat a few seats in front of you. You both were literature majors, which made you wonder why you've never talked to him. You had the same friends, had the same major, and yet you never truly noticed him. You were shocked that you even identified his voice.

His leg bounced up and down as he kept his head down, anxious thoughts running through his head. He knew he should have never done what he did. He should have never started watching you...he shouldn't have fallen in love with you from afar. Jaehyun could feel your eyes practically burn a hole in his scalp as you watched him intensely.

Did she call the cops? Did she tell anyone? Oh god, what did I do? She just looked too irresistible. Fuck- the things I would do to that pretty little body if I got the chan- No, no no no, stop thinking that. Jaehyun started to breathe heavy, overwhelmed with being bombarded with his thoughts. A replay of your sleeping body in that silk nightgown rolled through his head over and over, his length hardening in his black jeans.

Please not now, he thought to himself as he felt himself getting increasingly more aroused as the mesmerizing image refused to go away.

Doyoung, a mutual friend of yours, looked over at Jaehyun with a concerned look on his face. He leaned his head close to the other male's and whispered, " Dude, are you alright?"

Jaehyun was started by the voice in his ear and quickly looked over at his friend. He faked a smile and nodded his head. "Yeah, just tired. I didn't get that much sleep last night." Doyoung nodded his head at the response given and patted his back before tuning back into what their professor was saying. You watched this interaction with wide eyes before feeling a wave of anger build up. How dare he act like everything is okay? How dare he trick my friends into thinking he's a good person?

You balled your hand into a fist but let out a heavy breath as your professor dismissed you and your classmates. You bit your lip nervously as you pulled your phone out to message...him while he packed up his belongings.

[Sent at 10:45 am] I want to talk to you, stay outside of class.

Jaehyun felt his phone buzz and looked at the message from the unknown number. He felt panic fill his body, immediately thinking the message came from you. There's no way...she doesn't have my number, it can't be her.

His head turned to look over at you, and sure enough, you were already staring at him with an unreadable expression on your face. Jaehyun silently cursed at himself. His heart rate speeds up as he thinks all the possibilities of what you'd say to him. Would you yell at him for everyone to hear? Maybe this was just a ploy and someone was waiting to arrest him as soon as he walked out of class?

He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head as he rushed out of the room but waited.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves one Jaehyun left the room, your planned out thoughts now leaving your head. You hesitantly made your way out of the classroom, both relieved and nervous when you saw that Jaehyun had waited as you requested.

Taking another deep breath, you made your best attempt at looking confident as you spoke up, "I know it was you in my room last night, and before you try and deny it, let me speak." Jaehyun looked at you with wide eyes from your blunt words, quickly looking around to make sure no one else heard. "If you're wondering how I got your number, you can thank Johnny for giving it to me. He also told me that you had a crush on me. And let me just tell you that being a fucking creep isn't how you deal with crushes."

Your brows were furrowed as you spoke to him, Jaehyun listening silently with his head down, guilt and shame flooding his body.

"I also have the feeling that wasn't the first time you watched me, was it? So, how long, Jaehyun?" You gulped nervously as you anticipated his response, surely this wasn't going on for too long, right?

As soon as the question left your lips, Jaehyun looked up at you, his jaw clenched as he hesitated to answer. "Nearly a year," he mumbled underneath his breath. "Please..don't tell anyone, please. I know I fucked up and I honestly don't know why you haven't called the cops, but I swear it won't happen ever agai-" His words were cut off once someone slung their arm around his shoulder.

"So I see you finally got Y/N's attention~" You looked up at the tall male and nervously chuckled. "That he did, Johnny..."

"You two better thank me when you get married and have six kids." He joked.

"That's not funny, John," Jaehyun said in a stern voice, frustrated that he couldn't get the privacy he needed.

"Calm down, Jae, it's just a joke~" The tall male teased before his eyes lit up with an idea. "There's a party tonight. You two should come together! It'll be fun."

Before Jaehyun could protest, you already spoke up, your response shocking you both.

"We'll be there."

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punkcupcakestyles · 5 years ago

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Sober up

So, quick note: I wrote this for the pypfc that the absolute babes @oh-honey-styles and @for-fucks-sake-h put together. I hope you enjoy it.

Part 1

If someone were to ask, there was a lot of alcohol involved. A lot.

It was too late to pretend it was never your intention.

It was just that your courage tasted like margaritas.

***

Harry was an asshole, everyone knew that. He was one of those pretty assholes, with the sweet smile, which made it hard to hate him, but, oh, you tried.

It didn’t always work, but you tried.

It’s what matters, isn’t it?

The night when it all began, it was unseasonably warm, and you stepped out of the crowded house to take a break before you could sweat...more. It had been a good idea to wear a dress, cause the light breeze was easing out the warmth of your skin.

You felt relaxed for the first time that night.

The porch was empty and quiet, which was just what you were looking for: A moment of silence to break the noise. You were settling in, even stepping out of your high heels to feel the cold floor under your feet, when the door suddenly swung open behind you. You turned around, startled by the loud music that was booming inside. Harry didn’t see you, or better yet, he chose to ignore you, as he walked out of the house, carefully holding the waist of a blonde girl as she stumbled on her own feet.

Tipsy would be an understatement.

You looked at him carefully, crossing your arms over your chest, as you watched the way he softly guided her out of the house. It was truly a sight to be seen, the girl kept giggling and trying to get out of his hold, as she kept grabbing at him, his shirt, his hair, whatever she could reach. She smiled drunkenly at him and he whispered soft words at her that you couldn’t hear.

A mocking smile curled up the corner of your lips as your eyes followed him, seeing as Harry helped the girl climb into an Uber and waited for her to leave.

“Awww, poor baby...are you losing your charm?” You bit as he walked towards you. He was wearing a red worn-out flannel shirt, with a white graphic tee underneath. His black jeans were sinfully tight.

“Wanna find out?” He smirked, brushing off your words as easily as they slipped out of your lips.

“Thank you, wouldn’t want to catch something,” you said, to his amusement and your disappointment.

“Or have any fun, that wouldn’t be like you.”

It had been like this for a while, ever since you met him, when he stole your morning coffee cup from you, shamelessly. He kept denying it, though, saying it was you who wanted to steal his much needed coffee before an early lit class. How cruel could you be?

He was a pest, a literal one. You would compare him to a moth if anyone were to ask, but in reality, he was more like some source of light where all the girls gravitated to. All the boys as well.

Everyone but you.

He stood next to you, leaning on the handrail as he looked at the empty street. He smelled a bit of soap and a citric perfume, and a bit of spilled vodka and lime. He flashed you a smile, an obnoxious one that let you know he was looking for a reaction from you. You held your breath, still refusing to be the first to give in.

“Why aren’t you inside?” He asked after a few seconds of silence, and you noticed how his curls bounced a little bit as he suddenly turned to look at you with curiosity shining in his big, bright, green eyes.

“It was hot. And I don’t know where my boyfriend is,” you mumbled.

He chuckled at this, that kind of low and dry laughter that comes with bad news. You breathed in slowly, letting the sudden dreadful feeling take over your chest. Bad news were indeed coming, you could feel it in your aching bones.

“What?” you snapped.

“Nothin’”

“You’re an idiot, did you know that?” You tore yourself away from the handrails, ready to get the hell out of there. Away from Harry and the intense way he always made you feel.

But Harry stopped you in your tracks, his long fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling you closer to his chest. The sudden movement made you crash against him, and your eyes widened in surprise as he looked down at you with that stupid smile of his.

“What?!”

“Your boyfriend’s fucking his best friend. That’s why you can’t find him.”

The words had barely registered in your brain, but you were ready to fight them. Your hand went to his chest and you pushed him away until you were free of his touch. You could feel the rage boiling in your veins, but all that fire could only be aimed at Harry, he could handle it, he deserved it.

“Oh, that’s pathetic, Harry, lying like that!”

“Why would I do that?”

“Cause he’s a good guy, unlike you!”

“He’s not that different from the guy you think I am,” he replied, calm and softly, as if you were a wounded animal and he was afraid that you would attack him. Easy, slowly, quietly, that was the best way to approach you.

“Of course he is!!!”

“Look, I know you cannot be a very good fuck, so I get it,” he sighed as if he regretted saying anything at all. “But he’s cheating on you with his best friend. I’ve seen them. Been meaning to tell you.”

“Margaret has a boyfriend, she’s gonna get married,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest in a victory gesture. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true.

“I never said it was a girl.”

***

It wasn’t with a girl.

It was his best friend David.

He was prettier than you, you would give him that.

And even though the realization didn’t come as hurtful as expected, days of torment came ahead. The most annoying thing was the fact that people looked at you as if you were stupid, worthy of pity. You hated the fact that everyone was treating you as if you were made of glass and could break apart if someone held you too hard.

Everyone but Harry.

He kept treating you like he usually did; like you bored him to death. His disinterested glare would follow you from time to time, as he bit the side of his cheek, which made his jawline pop even more, maybe waiting for you to fuck up.

He was fucking obnoxious.

***

If anything, going out that night had been a bad idea. Your head was fuzzy, maybe from all of the margaritas you’ve had. It was cheap alcohol, so you could only expect a massive headache.

Once again, you found yourself at the porch, witnessing how Harry helped a brunette get inside a car. He kept his head low, maybe hoping you hadn’t noticed it was him. But you noticed, and you had to let him know. It was the least he deserved.

“Do you think,” you started to ask as he walked by you on his way to the house. “they know you are a bad fuck and that’s why they’re running away? Cause, dude, something is going on...”

It caught his attention, no doubt, and Harry turned on his heels, walking menacingly towards you. He was taller than you, so when he stood in front of you, it almost felt like you should take a step back. Or maybe two.

“Do you really think I’m a bad fuck?” He whispered and his voice made you shiver. It wasn’t fear what you were feeling, not quite. It was a new type of excitement, one that only grew as you stare into his eyes and his lips curled into a mocking smile.

“I bet you are,” you whispered back, hoping to get a reaction out of him. You just didn’t know what you were expecting.

“Why does it sound like you want to find out?” He cocked his head, still staring into your eyes. He was definitely amused.

“Nah, I’m good with disappointments.”

He took one step closer.

“Are you sure?”

You could feel his warm breath fanning over your skin and the electricity that was scrambling up to his skin. It almost felt like the world had stopped, leaving only and Harry to slowly burn under each other’s stare.

You gulped. Maybe you weren’t so sure after all. Not sure at all.

“What if I’m not?”

Your words were barely a whisper, fueled by your heart beating so hard that it was pressing against your neck. You had no idea where this was coming from, but you felt a sudden urgency to know what his lips tasted like.

“I knew you liked me,” he smirked before turning around to enter the house.

***

Every effort you had made to avoid him came to a violent end.

There you were, stuck in his car while he drove you to God knows where.

You peered up to him, noticing how he bobbed his head to the rhythm of Fame by David Bowie. His two fingers drummed over the steering wheel, and he hummed lightly, focusing on the road ahead of him. He was wearing a green snapback backward, that crushed his curls and a black plaid shirt, that he was wearing unbuttoned halfway down his chest.

“Don’t pout,” he said when his eyes met yours, and you quickly looked away, suddenly interested in the dust that covered the road. Where the fuck was that party?

It was supposed to be a week getaway, now that your days as a college student where officially running out. Alcohol, party, guilt-free junk food and sex...for those who had someone to fuck.

No orgies were allowed. That would make it weird.

The thought occurred to you and you briskly looked at Harry, narrowing your eyes as you saw him smiling.

“Why didn’t you bring anyone?” You asked and he shrugged, still looking ahead at the road.

“Who would I bring?”

“I dunno, one of your many girls. You must have a list.”

“Didn’t have time to pick anyone up, you don’t know how to fix your bloody car.”

His accent did things to you when it got rough.

Not that you would ever admit it.

“You could’ve left me there. I would’ve called an Uber.”

“Yeah, and then you would’ve told everyone I was an asshole.”

“Oh, I always say that about you. It wouldn’t make a difference,” you smirked, giggling a bit as he turned to glare at you. “And I don’t know how to fix my car cause Andrew always did that for me.”

Harry switched on his seat and his face turned somber, almost uncomfortable, which made you feel bad for some reason.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Were you...did you...fuck!”

“Am I dying of a broken heart?” you helped him. “No, I just wanted an explanation, y’know?”

“Of course you did,” he snorted, and his smile came back as he shook his head in half-surprise. “You would want an explanation so you could tell him his explanation was idiotic.” You tipped your head, looking as his smile as he slowly turned around to look at you once more. “I knew you’d be alright, I should’ve told you earlier.”

“I wouldn’t have believed you.”

“I know, that’s what lets me sleep at night,” he said softly, as his lips curled into a half-smirk.

It felt weird, to be in a car with him without going at each other’s throats. You were natural enemies, like cats and dogs, or some guys and showers. There was no need (or way) to explain the animosity between you two. It was something you could always count on.

You closed your eyes, sighing aimlessly as he drove around, as a subtle way to let him you were done with this conversation. And every other that could follow it.

Talking to Harry made all of the feelings come back, made you feel warm and your skin prickled with something that could only be described as excitement. It made you feel giddy.

You had realized that years ago. You had never even tried to understand it.

You opened your eyes again when the car came to a full stop, and Harry parked in front of a huge white house. The air felt salty and the music coming from the house was so loud it made you wince a little bit. It took you a bit to gather your bits, and you slowly stepped out of the car as Harry got all your things from the back of it. Leaning on the car, you waited for him until he stood in front of you.

“Ready?” You asked him, not even pretending that you were gonna help him carry shit.

He looked at the house and peered at you again as if he was deciding whether he was ready to go in. You looked at him, as his eyes traveled from your eyes to your mouth, and that same electricity took over the air, the same anticipation that almost made you lick your lips. “What?” You mumbled as he stepped so close that he was all you could see.

“Shhh…Before we get drunk,” was all he said before he pressed his soft mouth to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes fluttered close, shivering as his fingertips pressed to your ticklish neck. It was a soft kiss, a slow one, as he was getting to know you, exploring every second of your reaction. His hand dropped to the curve of your waist, and he pushed you against the car, trapping you between his arms. It wasn’t like you were going anywhere. Not even the thought of fighting him had crossed your mind. Your own hands held to him, slowly grazing over his muscles as you brought them to his shoulders.

Curiosity was burning in your tummy. It all made sense, all was right.

He was right, kissing him while you were both drunk would’ve been a waste of a wonderful opportunity. His lips were sweet and soft, and the weight of his body pressing down to yours felt heavenly. Your body molded to his and your heart pumped almost expectantly as he tipped your head just slightly, so he could deepen the kiss. Slowly, you parted your lips for him, moaning as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth.

A loud crash came from the house, and you both broke the kiss, staring at it as you expected it to blow into a billion pieces. But it remained standing, a loud curse filling the air, followed by a million cheers. The party had indeed started.

Your eyes traveled to Harry before he turned around, wondering if it had all been a dream. Deep down, you had always wondered how it would be to kiss him. It was better than you could ever imagine.

Why did you hate him again?

***

The rules of the house were quite simple: If you were single, you were fair game. People could hit on you. Things could happen.

You had never really thought about it, never had to. That’s what Andrew was for, to shield you from the bitter breath of drunk boys while they tried to convince you to fuck them.

But now that Andrew was out of the picture, it almost seemed like you had a sign on your head that reads “offer to fuck me. I’m open”. So boys kept droning around you, and your veins were already buzzing from all the alcohol they had offered you.

If only you could take your eyes off of Harry. He had decided to ignore you most of the afternoon, spending his time with his friends by the pool, smiling at girls that kept stumbling his way, as if he were a fucking magnet and they had no other choice. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him, even though you tried to keep your distance, staying by the kitchen and only coming out when it was strictly necessary.

His skin was almost golden now, and his muscles glistened with droplets of water as he entered the house. His eyes fell on you, and he rolled them as he saw Baz standing next to you, smiling almost lustfully as he leaned in closer and offering you another drink that you subtly left aside. Still, Harry made his way to the kitchen, standing right behind you as he pretended to be looking for a glass.

“So,” Bas dragged and you realized it was fucking hard to focus on him when Harry was near. “What do you say?” He asked and even though you had no idea what he was talking about, you nodded, out of politeness. His smile spread wide and you looked at him as he left, with a triumphant air on his step.

“You’re not going up to his room, right? He’s looking for condoms, the twat,” Harry spoke as soon as you were alone and you narrowed your eyes as you looked at him. His jaw was locked and he pushed his bottom lip out, biting on the sides of it as he shook his head lightly.

“What if I do?” You asked as coolly as you could. Your hands found the edge of the counter behind me and you leaned against it as you tried to copy his usual cool demeanor. As if the world didn’t matter. As if he already owned it. You realized now what you had agreed to. The answer was no, you weren’t going anywhere with Bas, but it wasn’t Harry’s problem. “You’re always saying I am no fun.”

“There are better ways to have fun…” One step closer was all it took for him to take your breath away. Your will quivered under his smile, as he looked down at you and his warm breath fanned over your skin. “Don’t you think?” He whispered and he was made out of trouble. You should stay away from him.

“Someone could say you’re offering to fuck me.”

“What if I am?” He shrugged, placing the glass he was holding onto the counter right next to you. It was enough to raise goosebumps on your arms.

He didn’t let you answer. It was probably going to be something stupid, a jab you didn’t mean, you both knew that. So you allowed his fingers to lace with yours, and you followed him as he made his way to the tiny bathroom by the kitchen.

People could see you, you were aware of that, but they were probably too wasted to care, or What exactly were you doing, following him while your whole body burned in anticipation? Adding your name to an already long list of names?

That was not a question you had an answer for, and you didn’t care much about it. Whatever it was that you were doing, felt like the right choice.

You would worry about the consequences later.

His hands are on your body as soon as the door closes behind you, but this time it doesn’t catch you by surprise. You were expecting it, craving him.

He was shirtless, so there was nothing to hold on to but his skin, so your fingers grazed over his smooth chest and pressed them to his neck as his hot mouth pressed to yours. He tasted like gin and beer and a little bit of weed. His hands settled on your bum, pulling you closer to him until you had no other choice but to wrap your leg around his hips to give yourself some balance.

Your fingers pushed into his hair and you pulled on his curls, making him moan lightly as his fingers dug into the meaty flesh of your curves. His lips were soon leaving yours and he trailed heavy, wet kisses on your jawline, traveling down your neck at the same time his fingers snuck under the fabric of your cotton blue skirt.

It felt natural, as natural as hating him felt.

You sucked in air as his fingertips brushed over the hem of your panties, and his teeth grazed over the sweet spot below your ear, right where your pulse was beating wildly.

His touch was ticklish, exciting, something new. Your hands fell on his shoulders and pressed lightly to them as he continued to make his way down your body. He kissed whatever sliver of skin he could find, pushing your shirt up so he could suck on the swell of your breasts and humming as he crouched in front of you, which made your feet fall back on the floor and caused you to stumbled a little.

Your eyes met as he knotted the waistline of your undies in his fingers, pushing it down until they were pooling around your feet. It made your tummy bubble in excitement and your bottom lip rolled into your mouth as you saw him kiss the upper part of your thighs.

He was taking his sweet time, pressing soft kisses to your hips and your thighs, until you moaned in exasperation, almost begging him to do something before you lost your mind.

None of you had said a word since you entered the bathroom, and you weren’t going to be the first one to talk. It might break the spell. It might bring you back to reality, and force you to run out of there. Away from him and whatever feeling that was throbbing in your lower tummy.

“Fuck,” the word escaped your lips before you could even think it through, as Harry bit lightly on your thigh, and his finger slid to your clit to massage it softly.

You could feel his smirk against your skin.

“Look at me,” he commanded, right before his tongue slid between your folds. You did, you looked at him as he licked from your center to your clit, forcing yourself not to close your eyes out of pleasure when he wrapped his lips around the pink little bud and sucked lightly on it.

It sent shivers up your body and you had to bite your bottom lip just to hold your moan down. He smirked against you, letting your clit go so he could lick the wetness that was already dripping on your center. His breath swirled on hot puffs of air against you, as he worked on you, licking and sucking like you were the most delicious dessert.

Your leg hooked around his shoulder and both of his arms wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer as he went back to suck and flick on your clit with the tip of his tongue. It wasn’t like anything you had experienced before, he wanted to taste every inch of you, his tongue lapped deliciously against your folds and your knees felt weak, maybe because your legs were shivering with every new movement of his tongue.

You couldn’t bear it anymore and your fingers tangled on his hair to keep his head still as your hips rocked against his face. It was slow, cause you wanted to enjoy the feeling of his tongue sliding between your folds. Every now and then, he would stop you, so he could suck and kiss on your clit.

“Fuck!!”

It doesn’t take you long to feel how your walls start to tighten and clench with every new lap of Harry’s tongue. The bubble of bliss in your tummy burst and you pulled hard on his hair as the world blurred at his edges and your tummy trembled with the euphoria of your high.

Harry’s breath was rough as he forced his forehead to yours and you pressed your fingers to his cheek, feeling his flustered skin before you kissed him.

“You don’t hate me so much now, do you?” He smirked against your lips.

“It was a one time only. Don’t get excited.”

***

It wasn’t a one time only. You fucked that very night, in the darkness of his room, with his hand on your mouth so your loud moans wouldn’t alert anyone. You rode him, enjoying the way his thick cock would burn slightly every time you took him all in. He bit your chest and sucked on your tits, leaving faded marks that you had to hide for at least a week.

You also fucked in the morning, this time in your room, before everyone woke up. Something good had to come up out of your breakup with Andrew, and you had a room all to yourself. It was lazy and slow, and you kissed sweetly, while your arms were wrapped around his neck and your legs were hooked around his hips.

It was a week thing only, you swore to yourself.

***

“I don’t wanna go,” he mumbled against the pillows, his eyes close stubbornly as you turned to look at him.

4 months had gone by since that party. You were clearly not very good at keeping your promises.

“Harry,” you whispered, even though you weren’t actually sure if you wanted him to go. “They’ll find out.”

It was the very first time he had spent the night, the whole night, in your bed. You hadn’t even had sex. You were on your period and he came to your door, looking like a capeless hero as he held a bag full of goodies: Ice-cream, chocolate, Nutella, cheese puffs, everything you swore you could never eat, but craved when you were on your days. You spent the night watching Netflix and actually chilling, which was weird enough.

It wasn’t something you usually did, but he had a cold and wanted to be coddled. So, why not?

“Let’em.”

You still hadn’t told anyone. You weren’t sure how to bring the subject up to your friends. “Hey, remember how I always said that Harry was an asshole and probably had a small dick? Yeah, I’ve sucked him off. Great fuck,” didn’t seem like something you would say.

Your nose bumped against his, and you pulled your hand out of the warm of your covers to press your fingers to his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before you closed your eyes again.

There was no use in fighting him.

He usually won.

***

“I think you should leave through the window,” you stated later that morning, looking at a blank point on the wall. Anything to avoid looking at him. It was harder when you saw him leave.

“Are you mad? We’re on a second floor!” He asked you, barely able to hold himself up as he was putting on his jeans. His accent was thick and almost dripping with honey. There were very few instances where his accent got rough, which was a shame, cause it made your knees weak. When he was fucking you, deep and slow and your fingers pulled on his hair or your walls clenched around his cock, that’s when his accent came out.

“There’s people downstairs, Harry,” you insisted, even though your tummy twisted in a knot at the thought of him hurting himself because of you.

“We’ll tell them we were studying.”

“They won’t believe it.”

“Then let’em believe whatever the fuck they want,” Harry said, suddenly serious as he stared at you.

“They’ll believe we’re fucking! They don’t need to know that!!”

“Are you...Are you ashamed of me??” He laughed in disbelief, and you felt your face flare up as your eyes went to focus on a loose thread on your covers.

“You’re not the type of guy I usually date, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry I’m not a closeted gay, babe. Or a stuck-up-horse-riding club boy.”

Your eyes snapped at him, but it was too late. He was already gone.

***

You had no right to be mad, you knew that much.

But still, your blood was raging.

He was sweaty, all of you were. It was one of those stupid competitions that your friend Rose would put together from time to time. ‘Let’s play volleyball, even though none of us really knows how to!” “Let’s run stupidly around campus!” “Let’s all train for a 10k!”

You couldn’t stop looking at him, the way his tattooed chest glistened and his golden skin were taut around his muscles. He was wearing a pair of white running shorts and that stupid green snapback and his curls were poking out of it as if they were screaming for help. It was the first time you saw him, since that morning in your room, and he looked fucking good.

As soon as the race was over, the boys had decided to get drunk, and you all followed them to someone’s house, so you could all enjoy the sunny day, without running your lungs out. You were all aware that it defeated Rose’s efforts to keep you fit, but you didn’t care much about it.

And now, the day was giving in to the night, and you all had had too much to drink. Everyone but you. All you cared about was Harry and the way kept flirting with the blonde girl that sat next to him.

You couldn’t blame him, she was fucking hot, sporting black shorts and a red sports bra that barely did anything to cover her poking nipples. You would’ve been flirting with her too if you could.

She put a hand on his leg and leaned over as if to tell him a secret and you almost growled, spreading your palms over the table as you looked carefully at them. You couldn’t stop, and you wished you could say you didn’t care. But you cared, more increasingly as the days went by, and right now you felt like your heart was racing in your chest, preparing itself for the moment it had to break.

He looked at her, with his eyes half-closed, and allowed her as she leaned over him and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him, hitching her hand closer to his bulge as he kissed her back.

Your heart didn’t break, it just stopped, it stopped beating and you stopped breathing. You could feel it cracking in your chest, and you could do was stand there and stare at them.

The girl giggled as she broke the kiss apart and Harry smiled lazily at her, telling her something before he got up from the couch to walk to the kitchen, holding some red plastic cup in his hands.

He stopped dead in his steps as he saw you, and his eyes went wide as he realized what had happened. Any haziness in his face went away and he stepped towards you, placing the cup on the counter as you recoiled back, trying to look busy in the empty kitchen.

“Babe…”

“That’s not my name,” you whispered, biting into the corner of your lips as you looked away from him. You were ready to leave. You picked up your gym bag from the floor and tossed it over your shoulder. “And s’not any of my business, Harry. Go ahead, have fun.”

“Don’t leave, please.”

“Why? Do you want me to go upstairs and watch you two fuck?”

“Don’t…don't blame this all on me. Don’t be unfair.”

“Oh, no, you’re right, Harry. I should blame myself”

“You’re the one that doesn’t want anyone to know!!” He insisted and you looked at him with rage firing in your eyes. “I was just…I shouldn’t have kissed her. I’m just...a bit drunk...”

“I don’t need to know, Harry. Let’s go back to what it was, hating each other was easier.”

“You don’t hate me,” he whispered as he grabbed your arm, stopping you before you could leave.

“I do.”

“Oh, I don’t know. If you hated me, you wouldn’t scream my name so loud when I’m fucking you.”

“Fuck off, we’re done.”

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themorphine · 3 years ago

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3rd Times a Charm, Chap 4

GUYS I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY I FINALLY HAD TIME TO WRITE, hope you enjoy!

I woke up shaking. No someone was shaking me.

"FEYRE." Someone screamed my name. Alis. I jumped out of bed. What was going on? Was Tamlin here? Was Alis's ex here? Did the bakery near us run out of blueberry muffins?

Alis's expression was not scared or frightened or angry but full of excitement. "Your tired ass fell asleep before I could get you to spill the beans on your date. So what happened? You don't have that it was a good date smile, why? TELL ME."

"Slow down Alis, your gonna give me a headache at 6 in the morning."

"It's actually 5 pm, and I made you coffee it's on your side table. I added a bit of creamer just like you like it."

"You're a lifesaver, Alis. A gift sent from the gods." she chuckled as I greedily took the mug from the side table and drank the coffee. I could feel the heavenly liquid coursing through my veins, making me more alert.

"Oh and that violet-eyed dude is in the kitchen." I choked on my coffee and whipped my head to her. "What." Rhys- Rhysand was here? For how long? Why was he here? To see me? Don't be stupid Feyre, I thought. I thought we agreed that disappointment was fake.

I leaped out of bed and stumbled to my closet, looking for something nice to wear. What hadn't I gone shopping with Alis when she asked? I rummaged through my closet when I noticed a bag near the door of my closet. I picked it up and looked inside. There was a deep blue blouse, baggy light-washed jeans, and tiny hoop earrings. Had I bought these? When? I never went shopping, Ha-

"I got that for you this morning!" Alis hollered. Alis was really a lifesaver. I thanked her 5 times and promised to make it up to her until she shouted at me to go change, and I ran into the bathroom, making sure not to run into Rhysand.

I put on the outfit, and I had to admit I looked good. Even though the jeans were loose, You could still see my curves and gods the blouse. For some reason, it reminded me of Rhysand and those impossible violet eyes. He was so beautiful, though I would never admit it because his ego would skyrocket. He looked inhumanly beautiful like he was something else, something much more powerful. I w-

"FEYRE WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG?"

I jumped and slammed back into reality. Stop daydreaming Feyre, he doesn't like you. End of story. I quickly put on the earrings and opened the door, Alis was sprawled on the bed and jumped up when she saw me. She squealed and said "Feyre you look amazing! I knew those clothes would look amazing on you for your date-"

"DATE?" I screamed. Date?! When had I agreed to go on a date with Rhysand? He obviously wasn't interested in me, what was going on?

Her eyes were filled with suspicion for a moment, but then turned to shock and amusement

"So you don't remember anything from last night?" What the hell is she talking about?

"Obviously not! How the hell did I get another date?!"

Alis told me about last night, how I woke her up when I dropped a wine glass when I went to get some at 3 in the morning, how we ended up drinking wine, laughing, talking, and then going on my phone. She told me how I messaged another guy, I found out was Azriel, and asked for a date, he agreed and I told him to pick the place. Alis had then passed out but I must have messaged more because there were so many messages, full of random talks, and I realized we were talking about Again but Better by Christine Riccio, a novel we both enjoyed immensely but he seemed shy to admit it. Gods Feyre, what have you done? Wait isn't Rhysand in the house?! Wait why do you care whether he hears you, he DOESNT like you!

Alis must have seen my confusion, because then she smirked and said casually "Oh yeah, Rhysand isn't really here I just said that because that is the only way to get you out of bed."

I glared at her, but I couldn't really be mad at her, she was right. And that surprised me.

I decided not to eat breakfast because my date, Azriel was taking me somewhere. I was scrolling through the pictures on tinder and our past conversations. I had to admit, he looked gorgeous. He was muscled like Rhys and Cassian, but his eyes were different. Not different like Rhys and the same hazel like Cassians, but like they had shadows in them. He looked as if he would have shadows around him, curling in his ear to tell him things. There you go again Feyre, your artist's eye is very weird these days.

I shook my head and stood up. It was almost 6, and I had to walk to the restaurant we were going to. He had offered to pick me up when we were talking last night, but I was still too suspicious of paranoid to go in a car with a man. I thanked that my drunk self spared my embarrassment and did not tell him that.

I said goodbye to Alis and she wished me luck, with her nephews in her lap. I smiled and hugged them both before leaving.

Velaris was the perfect weather tonight, warm but with a cooling breeze that blew the hair out of my face. It was 5:40, and the sun looked like it was going to set soon. The clouds looked like a painting, and I was enraptured in them. I could never paint clouds like that, could never get the shadows right, c-

One second I was thinking about the clouds, and the next second my body slammed into something. Yet again, not something, but someone. I lost balance from the blow, but someones strong, definitely a mans, hands reached and put his arm around my waist. The hand felt familiar. The scent was similar too. I looked at who had saved me from probably getting a really bad butt bruise and saw a pair of violet eyes. Shit

"Feyre Darling, it seems I am always bumping into you. not that I'm complaining." He had his signature smirk, his violet eyes dancing with amusement. I wanted to paint those eyes so badly, to find the right-DATE FEYRE. You have a date.

"Prick" I mumbled, and he chuckled. He released his hold on me, and a small part of me wished he kept it there. His eyes widened a bit as he took me in, drinking in every. Single. Inch. Of. Me. He lingered on my lips, and something pooled low in my stomach. Shitshitshitshitshit.

"So why are you so dressed up? Not that I'm mad, you look delicious." I might have blushed a bit at that, but I was also annoyed that he had such a hold over me. I needed to get back on track. Date with Azriel.

"If you must know you busybody I am going on a date." Again his eyes dimmed a bit, but I told myself it was fake, how could eyes dim? A growing part of me snorted at that and said, Oh you wait.

"Last Night's one was that good? Damn, what did your date do?" I appreciated that he respected and did not make assumptions about my sexuality, most men I knew, scratch that, all men I knew other than Cassian and Rhys would do that.

"Yesterday's date and I realized we could be way better as friends, but I gave him my sister's number." His brows furrowed at that as if remembering something. They smoothed instantly.

"Well Feyre Darling, I wouldn't want to make you late for your date-"

"No, you wouldn't" I cut in. I might have sounded rude, but it was the only way I was going to go on my date with Azriel and not cancel it. I dusted the dirt off my pants, and walked off, making sure not to look back at him, not hearing him sigh, not hearing him say, "I'll be waiting, Feyre Darling."

The restaurant was extremely fancy, with gold chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The furniture was all brown, and though it looked expensive they all had a worn aura to them. It was like everything in here was well used. I could smell the food from the kitchen and it smelt heavenly. I walked along the hardwood floor, my shoes creating a little click-clack sound.

I spotted Azriel a few tables away. He was reading the menu, his dark hair falling on his face. He looks like a shadow. I thought. My hands itched to paint it, to have swirling black shadows around him, whispering to him, curling around his caramel brown ears.

GET IT TOGETHER FEYRE, god. I shook myself for good measure and walked up to Azriel's table. He must have heard the sound my shoes made because he looked up before I was at the table. He got up and pulled out my seat. I blushed a bit and thanked him.

"So, Feyre right?"

"Yep, the one and only."

"You are an amazing drunk texter." I whipped my head to his face and stared at him my eyes a bit wide. He had a small smile, his eyes full of amusement.

"Why thank you Azriel," I said smugly, not giving him the satisfaction of my embarrassment. No way in hell was I going to tell him Alis had looked at every text before I sent them.

"You know, it seems like it was too good," he said in a low whisper, gliding his finger across the rim of his glass of water. "Like somebody helped you."

I sputtered, trying to come up with a good explanation, and all the smugness I had before had mysteriously vanished. How did he guess?

"I'm in the CIA Feyre, I know how to find out people's secrets." Oh god, I said that last part out loud.

Before I could say anything the waiter came to ask what we wanted. I looked through the menu and smiled. They had mushroom ravioli. I had gone through a big Twilight Phase, and sometimes I wondered if I ever got over it. I ordered the mushroom ravioli, and I forced Az to get the same thing.

We started talking about Twilight, and I found out that he secretly loved the books and movies. I thanked the mother when he said he was Team Edward, gods knows what I would have said to him if he was Team Jacob. We talked about how there should have been more carlesme, how Rosalie deserved better, and we both had a love for Garrett. He also talked a bit about his time at the CIA, though he couldn't share much. The more I talked with Az, the more I realized that we wouldn't work as a couple, but I would do anything to have him as a friend, family even. Even though I was smiling, I felt huge guilt in me. I was going to have to hurt this man. I also realized that Elain would work well with him, I would give him her number. Dang Feyre you really like to play matchmaker don't you.

We finished our dinner, and we were outside the restaurant when I decided I would tell him.

"Az-"

"Yes, I would like to stay friends Feyre." His eyes were warm and kind, not sad or mad at all. I stared at him in shock.

"H-"

"I work for the CIA remember? I saw it in your eyes and body language."

"Oh. Thanks, Az, I'm super glad I made a new friend." I smiled up at him and hugged him. He stiffened for a second before hugging me back. I made sure to give him Elain's number before I walked back home. I felt so much lighter, Even though I wasn't making any boyfriends I was making friends, friends I knew I would remember forever.

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idk if you write angst but could you write an angsty piece of the reader and cal fighting? cal is the dude to not fight and talk it out but maybe they have a fight they never really had before and it kinda goes to shit? the reader leaves for a few hours, leaves her phone at home so she can’t call anyone when she realizes it’s too late and cal calls the boys/girl’s to help find her and it results in seeing the reader a mess bc she thinks her and cal are over but they’re not and it ends in fluff?

okay this was one of my favorite things i’ve written lately so i hope you like this! also...maybe smut?? idk it’s probably not smut but also alluding to smut so 🤷🏻‍♀️

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"Hey man...have you or your missus heard anything from her? I...she hasn't come back home yet and it's getting pretty late." Calum mumbled into the phone as he rubbed his face, leaning back against the couch, "I was thinking maybe she'd gone over to talk to one of the girls but Ash and Mike said they haven't seen her today and neither have their girls. I just, I don't know what to do at this point." he sighed, looking over as he heard Duke whimpering at his feet, the old dog sensing his worries.

Thinking about it now, it had been a stupid fight. A fight that had been bubbling up for days now and Calum had the chance to nip it in the beginning but he was too stubborn of a person to be the first one to break again. He felt like it was always him fucking up and having to apologize for a disagreement. This time it wasn't even that much of his fault, to begin with. So their week began with a rocky start, both of them tiptoeing around each other as they tried to keep the impending fight at bay.

It started when she had left her laptop on the couch again. It wasn't anything intense, just her laptop on the couch. But Calum had gotten home exhausted from the studio and landing back onto the laptop didn't improve his mood, his backache the next morning just adding to his bad mood. Then when he'd left his running shoes near the doorway and she'd tripped and almost fallen on the ground, she couldn't help but utter out a few curse words, kicking the shoes back into the bedroom. But it didn't matter, because when she'd walked out the door at the end of their dumb fight, Calum knew he'd fucked up just as much as her.

"I just don't understand why you're so stubborn and won't accept the fact that I'm trying to help you out here! It's all I ever want to do, help you!" Calum winced at the own harshness of his voice, the thunder in the background making them both jump, "I want to make sure you're okay and that you don't do something stupid!"

Her life felt like a movie sometimes. Sometimes it felt like a teen coming of age movie when she and Calum were driving in the car with the windows down and some upbeat song came on to remind them that they were alive and together in this crazy world. Sometimes it felt like a romance movie, whenever she and Calum kissed and her world stopped because when Calum kissed her she felt like it was just her and Calum in the entire universe. Sometimes her life felt like a shitty romance movie, where the couple gets into a big fight and one of them gets stuck in the rain trying to deal with their feelings.

"I just don't understand why you're like this sometimes! Like, am I not enough for you?! I've tried, I've tried to become the best person I can become and you still treat me like I'm this...like I'm some dumb child who doesn't know how to take care of themself. I'm not a child, Calum! I'm a fucking adult, yeah I may be younger than you and you've seen more of this world than I can ever possibly imagine but you're no better than me. Deep down your just like me, you're just a fuck up who's scared to admit it and I'm just...I'm sick of having to tiptoe around this." her hands were shaking at this point, her hair sticking to her forehead as the rain kept falling around them.

Calum watched as she walked back inside of the house, the storm outside dulling into a sprinkle, not that it mattered much since they had both been soaked already. He watched as she grabbed her bag and her keys off of the counter and made her way towards the front door. He could've stopped her, he knew that if he went in there and apologized that she wouldn't leave, that they'd be able to talk things out. But Calum was being stubborn and he wasn't going to defend himself for wanting to take care of her, it wasn't like he was telling her she wasn't capable of doing so.

She was lost. The winding streets of the city leaving her confused and helpless. She really wished she had remembered to bring her phone when she had stormed out of the house but in her haste to leave, she'd left it. She could imagine it too, the clear case showing off the yellow phone and the polaroid picture of Calum and Duke that she had put there a few months ago, sitting on the coffee table where she had set it down before they'd walked outside to talk. It was probably dead by this time too, since she hadn't charged her phone since the night before. But now she had no way of knowing where she was or how to get back, the moonlight being blocked by the rain clouds that seemed to be mocking her. She could've walked to Ashton's house, maybe even Luke's since they were nearby their own house, but she couldn't face them, she couldn't face anyone at the moment. She'd decided on walking, to clear her mind, and try not to ruin what she had with Calum by saying something she didn't mean while angry. But the rain disoriented her and now she was sat on the curb, her jeans wet, her shoes soaked, and her tears being hidden by the raindrops falling around her.

She could've knocked on the door of whoever’s curb she was currently sitting on, ask them to use their phone to call Calum or one of her friends, but the idea of being kidnapped by them or worse would just prove Calum right and even in her panic she didn't want to deal with him saying 'I told you so' at her funeral. So instead she sat in silence, her body shaking from the cold as she tried to come up with a plan. She could've gone to the main road, tried to find a payphone, but it was late and she didn't really want to bump into the crowds of partying tourists and college students who flooded the night clubs during the weekends. She had been walking for what seemed like hours, she could've been in an entirely new city for all she knew, her sore feet protesting as she stood up to keep walking.

Bright headlights made her eyes squint as she made her way down yet another hilly neighborhood. Her body stiffening as she noticed the car flashing their lights at her and pull up next to her. Her breathing quickened as she prepared herself to bolt, her blood going cold as she imagined the worse. Calum really would've been upset at her funeral if she died like this. Relief flooded her as she heard a familiar Australian accent, watching as Luke parked the car and stepped out, his arms wrapping around her tightly and murmuring how he was glad to find her.

"You want to talk about it?" Luke asked softly as he glanced over at her while he drove them back home. It had been a few minutes since Luke had seen her walking down the steep hill, a few minutes after he'd called Calum and told him that he'd found her and she was safe. She found herself sitting in Luke's passenger seat, the seat warmer doing wonders for her shivering body. She shrugged, looking down at her hands as she thought about what she could say to the blonde.

"I'm not the best with directions, LA is stupid big and I got lost. I personally blame whoever made this city with so many hills and houses that look alike," she mumbled as she looked out the window, smiling weakly as she heard Luke scoff, which she hoped was more of a laugh. "Big cities are the worst. How is he?" she asked as they pulled into the driveway, her eyes landing on Calum who was stood outside of the front door waiting for them, his shoulders relaxing as he saw the car pull in.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as she stepped out of the car, not expecting to be engulfed into Calum's arms the second she was out. Her arms wrapped around his body, her eyebrows furrowing as she felt his body shake and his uneven breathing on her neck. "C-Calum? I'm okay, I promise. I just got lost and...you were right. I can't take care of myself I'm sorry..." she rambled nervously and held him closer to her, her hand rubbing his back as she tried to calm him down. She'd only ever seen him cry a handful of times and it had never been because of her, the guilt rising up her body as Calum led her inside, thanking Luke as he got back into the car and drove off, giving you both the space you needed.

She followed Calum inside, the quiet house they'd both become accustomed to felt suffocated. The tension heard in their footsteps and in between Calum's sniffles. Her eyes looked towards the coffee table, a sigh leaving her as she saw her phone. She watched him as he walked around the kitchen, getting them both a glass of water and turning off the lights, something he'd do every night before bed. She followed him down the hallway to their bedroom, watched as he set the glasses down on the bedside table before he walked into the bathroom. She slid off her shoes as she heard the shower turn on, walking in to find Calum sliding off his damp shirt. His skin felt like fire against her cold fingertips, helping him slide the shirt up his torso before it fell to the floor with a thud. His eyes met hers, both of them tired and full of sadness as his fingertips played with the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it off to join his on the floor.

The bathroom had steamed up by the time they'd both stepped into the shower, soft apologies whispered in between kisses. Her back was against the wall, her hands gripping his hair as she gave herself to him. His hands squeezed at her soft skin, the warm water enveloping both of them as they drank each other in. They moved as if they were made for one another, one of his hands holding one of hers above their heads as he left a trail of kisses down her jaw, his mouth whispering against her skin the words he only mumbled to himself when she was asleep. Her free hand tugged on his dark curls, soft moans leaving her as she listened to him, her body on fire as she wondered how she could have ever doubted that this was what she wanted for the rest of her life.

Laying in bed, the rain outside was different. It no longer felt like a movie moment to her. She was no longer stuck in a shitty romance movie. She was lying in the arms of her lover. Listening to his soft breathing as his chest rose and fell with sleep. No, her life no longer felt like that movie anymore, it felt like a dream she didn't want to wake up from. It felt like a poem she never wanted to stop reading. It felt like home, it felt like Calum.

#calum hood imagine #5sos imagines #5sos blurbs #calum hood blurb #5sos one shot #calum hood one shot #5sos #calum hood #gemma writes #anon requested

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dcbbw · 5 years ago

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How do DC AU Maxwell and Olivia commemorate the grand holiday of 4/20?? Moreover, what do they do to set it apart from every other day?

Thanks for the ask, @burnsoslow! Answer below. (excuse typos and grammatical errors)

Olivia walked into the kitchen, pulling her hair back in a ponytail. Maxwell looked up from a pan of chicken breasts, setting the spatula in the counter. He moved to the sink, cutting the faucet on.

“Hold on, let me wash my hands and I’ll help you,” he offered.

Olivia nodded as she looked around the apartment. It was minimally decorated for the upcoming holiday that would be arriving in a little over an hour. But she had holiday music playing, and their friends would be over for a quiet get together; there would be food, drink, conversation. And presents!

The holidays were about togetherness.

Maxwell’s hand on her arm drew her attention to him. He was standing in front of her, his fingers combing through her red tresses, pulling some hair across her forehead; he then stood behind her and pulled the rest back, looping it through a hair band. His lips touched the back of her neck lightly.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Does the apartment look okay? Should there be more decorations?”

“The gang doesn’t care; I just hope they remember to bring the food!”

“They will,” Olivia said dismissively. “If not, it’s gonna be a pretty quick dinner.”

Maxwell sang along with the song coming from the CD system. “That song is a classic!”

There was a knock on the door. Olivia asked him to check on the macaroni and cheese as she hurried to the door. She pulled it open to see Liam, Riley, Alyssa, and Drake laden down with bags and aluminum trays.

“Happy Weed Eve!” Liam exclaimed cheerily as he walked through the doorway.

Greetings were exchanged as packages were set down on tables and countertops. Jackets and coats were hung on the coat rack before Riley, Liam, and Drake began unwrapping pans of hamburgers, steaks, potato salad, and tuna and pasta salad.

Alyssa was pulling paper plates and plasticware from bags. “Did we get cups?” she asked with a frown.

“Yeah! They should be in the white bag! With the napkins!” Riley called from the kitchen.

Liam heard the music and began to dance, his shoulders rolling and his hips gyrating. “Dude … Dr. Dre?”

Maxwell grinned as he moved chicken from the pan to a serving plate. “The Chronic,” he confirmed.

“CLASSIC!” Alyssa threw her hands in the air as her head bobbed.

Liam grinned as he shimmied over to her. They began to dance, complete with hip bumps and foot locks. Riley and Drake saw the pair dancing and exchanged blank stares.

“Why did we break up again?” Riley asked.

Drake shook his head. “No idea.”

Olivia shooed her friends out of the kitchen and into the living room, insisting she and Maxwell could set up. There was another knock on the door. Drake went to answer it. Madeleine and Leo entered, carrying bags of alcohol and ice.

Riley was sitting on an oversized floor pillow; she waved to Madeleine and Leo. Liam danced up to his brother and his girlfriend. “Sookie sookie, now … issa party for real,” he said as he took some bags from Madeleine.

Drake and Alyssa sat on the couch; they were soon joined by Madeleine and Leo. Liam sat next to Riley on the pillow. His socks peeked from beneath his black jeans. Leo noticed.

“What socks you wearing tonight, bro?”

Liam proudly pulled up the hem of his pants to show off black socks with bright green weed leaves. The green of the leaves matched his shirt.

“Riley B. has sock game too!” he said proudly.

Riley rolled her eyes. “He guilted me into wearing them.”

“I did not! She was pressed to wear them.” Liam teased.

Alyssa clapped her hands together excitedly. “Can we see?”

Riley sighed as she rolled up her leggings to reveal a blue sock with multicolored flowers and the phrase “I’m a delicate fucking flower.”

Madeleine’s eyes widened in appreciation. “I like it!”

The conversation was interrupted by Maxwell, asking who the designated drivers were. Riley and Leo raised their hands. Everyone looked at Riley. Riley stared back.

“What?”

Liam pulled her arm down and raised his instead. Everyone nodded in relief.

Drake looked around. “Where’s the holiday bong?”

Maxwell’s head tilted towards a table in the corner, where a tall, cylindrical glass bong with swirls of green paint decorating it sat. Random strands of tinsel hung from it while green Christmas tree balls surrounded it. Before he could comment, Olivia hollered for folks to come and get it!

Liam looked at Riley B. “What do you want?”

“Everything!”

Liam shook his head. “You’re not gonna eat it all. How about we share a plate?”

Riley nodded. “And can I have a water?”

“You get a beer. I’ll get a water.”

Liam stood, and went to the kitchen, feeling Riley watching him. They still had not been on a real date, but they were hanging out more. Usually at her place; they cuddled, kissed, and made out , but no further. He didn’t care. He was getting more than he had ever dreamed of; at least Riley was beginning to trust that Liam was truly interested in her. And not just in a sexual bucket list kind of way.

Riley watched Liam chat and maneuver his way around the kitchen, filling their plate.

He really liked her.

All this time, he had harbored his crush while she kept trying to dismiss hers. She still had her reservations: Riley worried about their friendship if a relationship didn’t work out. What would he do when and if he ever saw her naked? But she was getting ahead of herself. They hadn’t even started, no need to worry about their ending. She saw him look up, and wink at her.

She quickly turned her head to look out the window. I wasn’t watching you.

Olivia was fixing a plate for Maxwell. He came behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Having fun?” he whispered in her ear.

Olivia laid her head against his chest. “Always with you.”

Drake was fixing plates for him and Alyssa; Alyssa was fixing their drinks. Madeleine smirked. “Somehow I figured Drake to be the bartender.”

Leo chuckled as he spooned potato salad on his plate.

Soon, everyone was seated, eating, and talking.

“Thanks for hosting this, guys!” Alyssa said as she bit into a burger. A low moan escaped her mouth. “Oh, my God! These are delicious!”

“Thank you guys for coming! 420 is our favorite holiday, and we appreciate you all sharing it with us,” Maxwell said.

“I’m going to petition our Congressperson to make it a national, federal holiday!” Olivia said.

“Hmmmm … DC doesn’t have representation in Congress,” Drake pointed out.

“Well, that’s bullshit!” Olivia huffed before taking a long pull of her beer.

Liam fed Riley a forkful of steak and macaroni and cheese. Alyssa saw them.

“You two are so cute together,” she squealed.

“We are not together!” Riley corrected her.

Liam smirked. “Not yet. Until our schedules align for proper dating, we’re more Netflix and chill kinda folks.”

“Stop saying that!” Riley hissed as she swatted his arm.

Liam kissed her on her cheek.

An alarm chimed, signaling it was midnight.

“HAPPY 420!” the group yelled.

Maxwell set his plate on the coffee table, and reached into his pocket, extracting a large bag of weed. He grinned to the group. “This is from our guy in Mount Pleasant.”

Leo looked impressed. “I heard they shut that corner of the world down.”

Maxwell winked at him. “You gotta know where to look.”

Drake suggested they tidy up and pack their to-go plates first. They would be useless trying to do it while high. Everyone agreed.

Olivia asked if they had brought their own Tupperware because they weren’t taking hers.

Riley, Alyssa, and Leo began gathering plates and heading towards the kitchen. Liam joined them after rummaging in bags for the takeaway containers. Madeleine, Maxwell, and Olivia worked together to roll a huge blunt.

Twenty minutes later, food was packed away, and the kitchen was clean. Trash sat in bags to be taken down when the group left. Alyssa turned the music up and Olivia fired up the blunt. There were coughs and chokes and murmurs of damn, this is good shit as everyone except the designated drivers toked. The room quickly filled with pungent smoke.

Oliva freed her hair from its ponytail, her movements both deliberate and languid.

Maxwell settled back against the couch cushions, eyes closed.

Alyssa cuddled on Drake’s lap while he blew her shotguns.

Leo watched Madeleine carefully. She didn’t indulge often and was a sleeper when she did. Madeleine had once fallen asleep at Liam’s after a Saturday afternoon toke; Leo spent the rest of the weekend at his brother’s apartment waiting for Madeleine to wake up.

Liam got Riley a water because she kept choking when she inhaled. “It’s not a cigarette, Riley B. Take your time,” he encouraged her.

Riley looked at him with wide, red eyes. “This is some strong shit, Liam!”

Liam smiled gently at her, his finger grazing her cheek. “I can tell.”

Riley giggled.

Silence as the friends finished passing and puffing. When the blunt was gone, everyone looked at each other in a slight stupor.

“I’m so high right now!” Madeleine yelled to no one.

Alyssa looked at Oliva with glassy blue eyes. “So, what else do you two do on 420?”

Olivia stretched her arms above her head, her hands landing in her hair. “We exchange presents, sleep in, get high. It’s a lazy day for us.”

“I’ve never celebrated it,” Alyssa confessed.

“Well, now you have.” Drake nibbled on her ear lobe.

Maxwell’s fingers began slowly walking up Olivia’s thigh. She bit her lip as her green eyes locked with his sapphire blue ones. She arched an eyebrow. He nodded his head.

Leo and Liam saw the exchange; the brothers exchanged smirks. Here it comes …

Maxwell clapped his hands together as he jumped up from the couch. “Okay, guys! It’s been great, it’s been fun, but it’s time to leave!”

Riley looked at him with a confused expression. “Go home?”

“Not saying I don’t care where you go, but you gotta go! Olivia has your goodies for you, and you’ll get them at the door.”

Liam laughed as he helped Riley stand up. Max and Liv did this every time. And Riley always acted as if it were something brand new to her. Riley straightened her stance and wobbled a little bit.

Olivia snickered. “She always was a lightweight.”

Slowly the rest of the group stood; they experimentally tested their reflexes and balance. Riley broke free of Liam’s grasp, insisting she was fine, and promptly stumbled into a wall. Liam grabbed Riley around her waist, turning her to face him; he inspected her forehead before peppering it with kisses.

Alyssa wrapped her arms around Drake’s waist and refused to let go; she wouldn’t let him put on his jacket and said to leave hers. She didn’t need it. Drake gently pried her hands from his body; he knew from experience anything left at Max and Liv’s place became their property. A person would have an easier time retrieving their car from an impound lot.

Madeleine was the only one who had indulged who could both stand and walk without staggering. She helped Leo gather up bags of food and bottles of beer.

Olivia began passing out small brown paper bags to her friends as she bid them good night.

Liam wrapped his arm around Riley’s waist, guiding her to the door. She pouted at Olivia. “You’re mean, Liv! You’re like … a bitch! A teeny, tiny bitch! I don’t wanna go home!”

Olivia gave Liam his goodie bag before quickly flickering her eyes between him and Riley; he nodded, indicating he would take care of Riley. She pressed a small paper bag containing two blunts and a bag of edibles into Riley’s hand.

Behind Olivia, Maxwell’s hands were palming her ass, his fingers skimming her skin as they hooked into the waistband of her yoga pants.

“Public holiday, private after party! See ya, girl!”

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glitterandmoondustofficial · 4 years ago

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Side To Side

Chapter 196: Dream-like State

Characters: Law Rating: Gen Warnings: Language Notes: ;)

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“Law!” Law snapped out of the daze he was in. He looked over to his father who had a worried expression on his face. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “Just zoning out there for a moment.”

That was a lie. A huge lie. He hasn’t been okay in a few days. He’s been having nightmares and strange dreams nightly. He’s been seeing things...people as well. Maybe Lammy had been right, things were different. He was tired. He was eating less and less nutrient dense foods and more...greasy, unhealthy, fatty foods (that tasted amazing). He couldn’t figure out what his change in attitude was. Lammy was right, he was stressed from a stressful life.

It made sense. He worked a high-stress job. Weddings are stressful due to a multitude of reasons. Maybe he should take a couple vacation days. He had a good team. Penguin was a great head nurse, and Shachi would be very helpful as well.

Law restrained himself from shaking his head violently. Who the hell were Penguin and Shachi? Law pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Actually, no.”

“Law?”

“I think I need to take a couple vacation days. I’ll finish my shift today and then take a couple days off. Sorry, Dad.”

His father clapped him on the shoulder with a reassuring grin. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You work hard son. You became a doctor at a young age. You’ve worked hard your whole life. You deserve a break every now and then.”

Law relaxed and smiled. “Thanks.”

~~~~~

“Laaaw.”

Law cracked open his eyes. Ruby was grinning down at him. They were on the beach on an island they had stopped at and Law had decided to take a nice nap in the shade. His crew was laughing in the background throwing around a beach ball. Bepo was right next to him, trying to get out of the heat. Ruby was wearing her black one piece bathing suit.

“Why’d you wake me?” He yawned.

“Come pay attention to me.”

“You have Ikkaku to do that,” he groused. Ruby took his hand and quickly easily lifted him up to his feet. He stared at her annoyed, his brows starting to crease. She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He sighed and locked her into a headlock.

“Ow! Law!”

“Don’t think you can get away with whatever you want because you kiss me.” He ruffled her hair.

“Law! My hair! I spent forever on it today!”

“Grow up.” He released her. He grinned obstinately.

She tried to control her hair. “You’re a dick.” He leaned in and pecked her on the lips. “Dickbag,” she muttered.

“Yes, I am. Get used to it you spoiled brat.” He lifted her up over his head. “You’re like a cat. Do I need to scruff you?” He started to smirk at her laughter.

“Law, come on!”

Law’s heart fluttered with her loud laughter. “I’m going to throw you in the water!”

“Nooooo!”

He loved her. He just loved her so much. He’ll never feel this way about another person.

He dropped her down and caught her in front of him. They grinned at each other before kissing.

“Love you,” they said at the same time.

Law blinked awake. He looked around his living room. He fell asleep on the couch. There was static coming through the radio and the curtains blew in the open window. He took a deep breath. He smelled onion and garlic. He sat up. He covered his face with his hand. Another dream about this “Ruby.”

“You’re up.” Law looked over to the kitchen entrance. Rose was standing there with a sweet smile. “You dozed off while listening to the radio. I decided to make us an early dinner.” She walked over and brushed hair away from his forehead. “Your father said you’ve been feeling tired at work lately.” She leaned in and kissed his forehead. “I’ll do whatever it takes to bring that smile back to your face!”

Law leaned in for a kiss, but hesitated. He felt guilty about doing it. It felt wrong.

Rose didn’t notice and kissed his lips. Guilt bubbled further up in his chest and he felt stupid. This was Rose! He’s been with her for...years. Years? What was he doing a year ago? He squinted.

“What were we doing last year?”

Rose blinked confused, cocking her head a little. “Well, around this time last year we went to that beach house! Remember? We laid on the beach under the stars, talking about our future!”

“Law, it's cold,” Ruby whined. “Why do we have to look at the stars outside and away from my blankets?”

“Would you shut up? I’m trying to be romantic.” He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

“Right, you didn’t want to be without your blanket.”

“What? No. Were you thinking of your sister? I was actually warm out there!” She laughed rather melodically.

“Ah. You’re right.” He stood up and hugged her. “I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be out for dinner.” He ruffled her hair.

Rose gave him a strange look. "Why’d you do that?”

“What?”

“...nothing,” she smiled. “Go ahead and shower.”

“Right.” Law said, already halfway to the bathroom.

~~~~~

Law sighed as he stepped out of the shower. It was steamy, he turned up the heat as if it would clear his head. He huffed. He pinched between his eyes and groaned.

“What is happening to me?” He muttered under his breath.

He walked up to the mirror and wiped the condensation off. His breath caught in his throat. He felt the color drain from his face.

Law stared at himself in his bathroom mirror, completely stunned. Something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right. Law ran his hand over his chest, a large tattoo smiling at him in the mirror. It was an old tattoo, you could barely feel the scarring anymore. And it wasn’t just his chest, his hands and arms were covered in tattoos.

What the hell was wrong with him? Visions and dreams and tattoos? He was constantly anxious and in a permanent state of irritation. He kept looking for people who didn’t exist.

Shachi, Penguin, Bepo, Ikkaku, Ruby….who else? There were 20 something people who were picking at his brain. Jean Bart, Jun, Clione, Cora-san.

Law shut his eyes tightly. His head hurt at that name. Cora-san. That sounded important, it sounded heartbreaking. Who was Cora-san? He thought hard. There was something there, tickling his mind. It was so familiar, so precious. It hurt his head to search for the meaning behind that name, but he pressed on.

He cracked his eyes open and saw his tattoo staring back at him. Law gasped. He stared wide-eyed in the mirror. He looked at his hands and then back to his reflection

Oh shit.

Where the hell was he? This wasn’t real. This wasn’t his life.

Where were his Heart Pirates? Where was his Polar Tang?

This has to be a dream. That woman on the beach had to have done it. Was his crew safe? Was he safe?

He backed up and started to look around him. This was his life? This is the life that he would’ve had. No crew? No Cora-san? No Ruby?

Ruby.

She’s definitely either fighting that woman or stuck in a dream as well. Law needed to wake up. Why was he still stuck when he knew who he was? He had to get to Ruby.

“Law?” Law bristled at his name. Rose walked into the bathroom with a concerned look on her face. “You look pale. What’s wrong?”

Law swallowed. This made up woman. The opposite of his Ruby. Ruby was crude, rude, and definitely wasn’t conservative. She was absolutely perfect the way she was and he hated himself for even being in this fake life with a fake fiancée. He wanted to see Ruby. “I need to get out of here.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I gotta go get my crew. They’re waiting. Ruby is waiting.” Law rushed past her. “How the fuck do I wake up?”

“Law you’re acting weirdly. Who is Ruby? Did you slip and hit your head?”

“Maybe if I kill myself I’ll wake up,” he muttered to himself amused.

“ What?!” Rose said startled. “Law please, listen to what you’re saying!”

“Shut up. I need to get out of this stupid bullshit. I need to-” Law shut his eyes in pain, holding his head in his hand. He’s waking up, he heard someone say. Wait, he knew that voice. That was Penguin! “Penguin!” He shouted.

“Law, please!” Rose cried.

Law stared down at her, unaffected by her cries. “Shut up, you pain in the ass.” He was so angry at himself for this fake relationship that he was definitely going to take it out on his fake fiancée.

He shut his eyes tight, trying to force himself to wake up.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up! Wake up!! Wake up!!

“God dammit, why can’t I wake up?!”

“Uh...”

“Um...”

Law opened his eyes. He was in the Tang’s clinic. Penguin and Shachi were staring at him. Law sat up. He brought his hand to his face and sighed.

“I’m awake.”

“So it seems,” Penguin said.

Law looked at him. “Is everyone okay?” Shachi and Penguin looked at each other.

“Well...yes,” Shachi said slowly. “Everyone is safe on the sub...except…”

Law swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I’m going to get her.” He stood up and swayed a little.

“Whoa, dude, you need to relax,” Shachi said as he and Penguin rushed over to stabilize him. “Ruby can take care of herself, you know that.”

“Don’t care,” he grunted. “There’s no reason for her to fight alone. Where’s Kikoku?” He looked around the room, spotting it against the wall by the door. Law looked back at them and sighed. “I’m glad I can see you both again.”

“Man how close to death were you?” Shachi tried to joke.

“Probably close,” Law shrugged. “It’s a long story, I’ll tell you when Ruby is back safely.”

“You’re still weak,” Penguin said. “You can barely stand. You look exhausted.”

“I am, but for all we know Ruby is in the same state, I’m going after her.”

“Do you even know where she is?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“Law,” Penguin said his name, like he always did when things are serious. “You need to calm down and rest.”

Law stared at him for a moment. He closed his eyes. “Sorry about this.” Law opened a Room.

“Don’t you dare, Trafalgar Law, you son of a bi-”

Law shambled out of the clinic and onto the beach before Penguin could finish his sentence. Law picked Kikoku up from the ground, brushing it off. He rested it on his shoulder and started to rush into the forest. Stupid? Yes. Did he care? No.

He was going to find Ruby, no matter what.

#one piece #opfanfic #lawxoc #law x oc #trafalgar law #one piece fanfiction #side to side #sela ruby #ruby sela #it's time friends

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chaptersinprogress · 4 years ago

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demolition lovers | 5

"He's dangerous, Bohn!" hissed King. "Code RED level dangerous." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "We know next to nothing about that guy and you're about to go on a date with his SON. Sue me for caring!"

Rating: T

Warnings: swearing, mention of alcohol

Pairings: Ram/King, Bohn/Duen, Prae/Ting

"Bohn, I'll drop off and pick you up," stated King, tossing his phone onto the bed.

"What?!" exclaimed Bohn, looking up from his own phone. "Dude, I'm not a kid. You don't have to chaperone my date for fuck's sake."

King gave him the stink-eye. "You're heading to a bar for a date. Were you planning on not drinking the entire time? Because I'm sure as fuck not going to let you drive drunk. You should know better."

"Oh… right."

"Oh… right," mimicked King. He stared up at the ceiling, carefully considering his next few words. "Bohn."

"Yeah?"

"It's… nevermind. Look. Just be careful, ok?"

Bohn propped himself up and studied King. "You're worried about that man."

"Wouldn't you be? Our parents are remaining tight-lipped about the whole thing."

"Yeah, but we don't exactly have much to go on," Bohn pointed out. "Are we supposed to tip-toe around until something happens?"

The room fell silent, almost deafeningly so, in the aftermath of King's heated proclamation.

Bohn reached out and curled a hand around King's wrist. "Hey, if it makes you feel better, you can hang around us the entire time."

"No, it's ok. Maybe you're right and I'm just being stupid," King replied, huffing.

Bohn raised an eyebrow. "Ai'King, we've always stalked each other's dates. The only difference is that you have permission from me this time. Just, keep out of the way. I don't need you third-wheeling us and scaring Duen off with your ugly face."

King laughed, relaxing slightly. "Ai'Bohn, it'll be your face scaring him off. He has to be blind to chase you. I’m surprised he hasn’t already run away screaming."

"You take that back!" Bohn yelled, pouncing on King.

The two boys tussled, rolling around on the bed, the sound of their laughter drifting out of the house.

9.15pm

King let his head drop against the wall outside the bar. It was unlike Prae to be running late; she was a stickler for punctuality. Maybe it was the traffic. It was a Friday night after all, and would explain the lack of response to his messages.

He checked his phone once more. Still nothing. Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of Bohn and Duen snuggled together through the glass door. At least some people were having fun.

"Sawadee khaa. You're P'King, right?"

King froze. That voice… He turned back to the front. Oh for fuck's sake…

He nodded stiffly and Ting smiled at the senior.

"I didn't know you were coming. Are you here to stalk P'Bohn and Duen like us?" she asked, gesturing at herself and Ram, who was stoically standing beside her. She giggled before leaning in conspiratorially. "You can join us you know, I even brought a camera to capture all the cute moments! I'm going to store them in a scrapbook and hand it over on Duen's birthday - baby's first date!"

Swooning dramatically, she clutched Ram's arm. "Mommy and Daddy are so proud of him! Oh our boy's all grown up, isn't he, Ram?"

King's eye twitched. Ram shot her an exasperated look. Ting immediately straightened up, pouting at him.

"You're no fun."

The urge to gag at their interaction rose, and immediately after, guilt clawed at his chest. Shit, why was he reacting this way? He had no right to behave as such. Ting was a perfectly lovely girl, if a bit over-enthusiastic outside formal settings. So what if she was acting all cutesy with Ram? It wasn't her fault that King was dumb enough to fall for her boyfriend. The nausea intensified, this time from shame.

'Pull yourself together!' King scolded himself.

King fixed a pained smile on his face. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm here as Bohn's designated driver. Just wanted to make sure they stay safe after drinking. I mean, they are at a bar for their date."

"Aiya, that doesn't mean you need to stand outside the bar like some billionaire's chauffeur," Ting replied, waving a hand carelessly. "At least come inside and sit with us while you wait!"

'Billionaire's chauffeur… she has no clue how right she technically is,' thought King wryly.

He shook his head, carefully not looking at Ram. "It's ok, I'm actually waiting for someone. Please, don't let me interrupt you both."

"Oh…" Ting frowned. "Who are you waiting for?"

The roar of a motorbike shattered the silence. The three students watched as the sleek bike raced down the street before skidding to a stop in front of them with an impressive 90 degree turn.

King huffed. "You're late," he called out.

The rider kicked the stand down before getting off the bike. Pulling the helmet off, Prae shook her hair out.

"Would it help if I said sorry?"

King snorted. "I told you not to come in the first place."

Leaving the helmet on the seat, Prae walked over to King's side. "We've already gone over this." She nodded at the two freshmen. "Ting, Ram, good to see you both."

"That was brilliant!" Ting gushed, her whole face lighting up. "You had such fine control over the bike, it took my breath away!"

Prae blinked, stunned by the effusive praise. "Thanks?"

"Now that we're all here, why don't we head inside and get to know each other better? We're all friends here," said Ting. She stepped forward and grabbed both Prae and King by their wrists. "Come on!"

Steamrolling their protests, Ting enthusiastically dragged the two behind her and into the bar. Shaking his head, Ram followed them inside. Ting ushered them into a booth tucked into a corner, with clear sight-lines to Duen and Bohn's table.

As Ram slid into the seat opposite them, Ting clapped her hands. "Alright, since the two of you are driving, I'll just get drinks for Ram and I. Any snack preferences?"

Bemused by the sudden turn of events, King and Prae glanced at each other before shaking their heads.

"Okay, I'll head to the counter first!" Ting cheerfully replied, before spinning and flouncing off.

As the hurricane that was Ting left, the booth fell into an awkward silence. Ram kept his eyes fixed on Bohn and Duen, giving no indication that he even knew that there were two other people at the table with him. Prae studied him for a moment before turning to King.

She cocked her head. 'Now's your chance.'

King's eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline. 'No way. Besides, he has a faen.'

'You don't know that. Seduce him dammit,' screamed Prae's unimpressed face. She nodded slightly in the direction that Ting had gone. 'I'll take care of her.'

King's eyes widened. 'Are you crazy?'

Prae stood up. King let out a strangled sound of panic and disbelief. Smirking, she walked out of his reach and turned to Ram.

"I'm going to help Ting with the food," she said. "I'll leave you two to get to know each other."

Cheerfully ignoring King's pleading gaze, she waved and left. She grinned as she strode through the bar, searching for Ting. The sheer panic on her brother's face was exquisite. That'd teach him not to mess with her.

He should be thankful really, she was helping him create opportunities to win over his crush. Wasn't she the best wingwoman ever?

Prae had almost reached the counter when she found herself halting abruptly at the scene in front of her. A female was tending the bar, mixing a couple of drinks while talking to Ting. But what had made her pause was the way the two seemed to lean into each other's space, sharing coy looks and conversing in a hushed tone that was far too intimate to write off as just friends.

Huh, perhaps this could benefit both King and her after all.

"Is the food ready?" asked Prae, sliding into the empty seat beside Ting.

The two women broke off their conversation, turning to look at her. The bartender studied Prae curiously before turning to Ting and quirking an eyebrow. Ting shrugged minutely in reply before answering Prae.

"Not yet, it'll take a while longer. Prae, meet Lisa. Lisa, Prae."

The two of them acknowledged the introduction. Lisa glanced between Prae and Ting and smiled widely.

"I've got quite a few orders to handle. I'll be off then, nice meeting you Prae." Without waiting for a reply, she winked at Ting and strode away to join one of her colleagues.

Prae raised an eyebrow at the abrupt exit before turning her attention back to Ting. "You both seem quite close."

The latter seemed amused. "We're not really. We're just… intimately acquainted."

"Oh?" Prae leaned forward. "And what does your faen have to say about that?"

Confusion flashed through Ting's eyes before clearing. "Ram? Oh no, he's…. Well, you could say we're co-workers."

Prae's interest grew at Ting's choice of words. Not siblings, or friends, or even acquaintances, but co-workers. Interesting. They appeared close if she considered how easily Ram accepted (or tolerated?) Ting's tendency to touch, but the term implied a certain amount of frigidity, or perhaps formality, in the relationship.

Ting matched Prae's posture with a smirk. "Why? Are you interested? Not sure your faen would be too pleased."

A laugh escaped Prae. "Oh I assure you he'd be more than happy, since P'King and I definitely don't swing that way."

Prae's lips curled in satisfaction as Ting's eyes widened in realisation. And her stomach swooped as Ting raked her eyes over her figure appraisingly - taking in the pitch-black leather jacket hanging open to reveal a crimson halter-neck, the ripped black skinny jeans, and tightly-laced combat boots.

"Hmm, are you worth my time?"

"Are you worth mine?" Prae challenged.

Ting trailed her fingers over the buttery leather of Prae’s jacket teasingly, “Shall we find out?”

At that instance, Ting's phone pinged. She glanced at it and hurriedly tapped out a few messages before turning back to Prae, "Looks like we'll have to take a raincheck on that. I have places to be and things to do."

Prae itched to unravel the enigma that was the other girl. And she certainly wasn’t beyond seizing the opportunity presented to her.

"Need a ride?"

Ting smirked as she stood, "Sorry darling, where I'm going, you need an exclusive invite. Big girls only."

Sliding off the stool, Prae walked up to Ting and tucked a loose curl of hair behind her ear, then murmured lowly, "Good thing you have me then."

#chaptersinprogress #my engineer #ram x king #bohn x duen #ramking #bohnduen #prae x ting #duen x bohn #king x ram #fanfic #fanfiction #demolition lovers #I'm so sorry it took so long haha #hope y'all are still reading lol #actual plot in the next chapter #I will update soon I promise

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~Broken Glass~Chapter 3~

Warnings: Weed usage, swearing, mentions of PSTD and domestic

Words: 5,358

Moodboard made by me none of the pictures are mine

The next morning, Rose dragged herself to the kitchen, just after bright and early, after hearing Harlow banging around and singing. Shuffling slowly into the kitchen, she groaned in response to Harlow’s much too chipper, “Good morning!”

“What’s good about it? I have no job, who knows if I can find another decent one…” Rose grumbled, resting her head on the counter and curling her arms around her head. Harlow chuckled and shook her head as she moved around Rose and the kitchen.

“Come on, it’s not all that bad.” Harlow said, scooping eggs out of the pan on the stove and splitting them between two plates. “At least this happened after I got in the studio with Mod and not before. Then we’d really be screwed.”

“I still lost my fucking job, Low. It’s never a good thing.” Rose said, tilting her head to the side to watch her friend. “What are you doing?”

“It’s not a good thing, but it’s good timing. And it’s, like, low key a good thing? Issac was gonna end up with a biker boot up his ass if this kept up.” Harlow said, also placing two pieces of buttered toast and a scoop of fruit salad on each plate before picking them both up and bringing them to the island, setting it in front of her. “And this...Is breakfast.”

Rose snorted and sat up, pulling the plate closer to her and picking up the fork. “You made breakfast?” She teased. Harlow wrinkled her nose at her and chuckled.

“Well, my usual Rosie wasn’t up and at ‘em this morning, so...Yes.” She chuckled, taking a bite out of a piece of melon. Rose chuckled and shook her head, lazily pushing the eggs around on her plate, staring at it for a moment before taking a small bite. Harlow watched her friend and sighed. “Rose, come on. It’ll be okay. You’ll find another job.”

Rose shrugged and picked the crust off her toast. Harlow skewed her lips and narrowed her eyes at Rose before dropping the look and asking, “So, what’s the plan for the day?”

“The plan?” Rose asked with a scoff, briefly glancing up at her. “The plan is to smoke myself back the fuck to sleep and see what happens tonight.”

“Jesus Christ, Rose.” Harlow said, softly, shaking her head. “At least put out some applications. Not a lot, just a few. Test the water and see if you get a bite.”

Rose groaned and pushed the plate away, putting her head back down in her arms. “I hate applications, they’re bullshit. What I say on paper is different than how I act in a real work environment. I’m sick of having to bend to other people’s will like this…” She said. Harlow gave a soft sigh, also pushing her plate away, though slightly.

“Alright. I was going to just surprise you with it, but this mopey shit is already pissing me off and it’s barely even the first day.” Harlow said. Rose tilted her head again to look at her with an arched brow in a silent question. “I didn’t spend the wedding money on the house...Actually, there is no wedding money. When we left, Dad gave me enough for us to get by for a while. I put it in savings at a bank with interest.”

Rose blinked and sat up in shock. “Wait, wait. Why would you lie to me about that? Who’s paying rent then?!” Rose asked, her anxiety quickly speeding into overdrive, tailgated by guilt. Harlow chuckled and said, “Once you found the house, I told Dad. He said he’d pay for the rent since it was cheap enough he could afford it.”

Before Rose could go into a full panic, as Harlow saw the storm forming in her eyes, Harlow stopped her by saying, “Half my checks have been going into that same savings account, Rose. I’ve got a decent chunk of change. Plus our own savings, I’m close to being signed…” Harlow took a breath, excited and slightly emotionally about saying, “I’ve kept an eye on a studio for lease near Colson’s. It’s the perfect set up for a photo studio.”

Harlow’s smile widened as she saw the panic and anxiety melt into the tears that now filled Rose’s eyes. She cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice as even as possible as she said, “Wait, so, y-you-you’re-”

“I can go down there today, cash in hand, and sign the lease.” Harlow said. She chuckled as she added, “We still have your shit in storage so you don’t need to buy furniture, equipment, or props. You still have your portfolios. Fuck the writing, Rose. You can do this and do this well. Far better than you would have been at that fucking company. You answer to no one and you can be yourself.”

“Harlow, I can’t ask you to do that for me. It would cost way too much!” Rose protested. Harlow laughed and said, “Honey...I have almost 200,000 in my savings. Once I get signed, I can make that back in half the time. Take it, Rose. The studio is yours.”

Rose sniffled and wiped her face as Harlow chuckled and rounded the counter to wrap her arms around her friend as she cried into her hands. Tears pricked at Harlow’s eyes, tears she blinked away as she smiled and held her friend. They sat there for a moment until Rose returned the hug, briefly, then the pair pulled away from each other.

“Thank you, Harlow. I-I don’t even think I can pay you back for this.” Rose said. Harlow smiled and shook her head, going back to her seat.

“Bitch, all the shit you put up with for me with him? I’m paying you back, babe.” Harlow said. Rose sighed and a light smile pricked at her lips. With a chuckle and after scooping a mouthful of eggs, around the chewing Harlow asked, “So, now, what’s the plan for today?”

“Getting shit out of storage obviously!” Rose chuckled, grabbing tissues from the center of the island to blow her nose and wipe her face. With a final sniff and sigh, Rose added, “And we’d better get a move on it...I think we have plans for tonight.”

Harlow arched an eyebrow in surprise and asked, “Plans? Tonight? With who?”

Rose sighed as she pulled her plate closer again, nibbling at her toast. When she didn’t respond nor met Harlow’s gaze, Harlow straightened and her eyes went wide. “Did Colson call you this morning? Or last night?” She asked. Rose finally looked up and said, “Yes and no…”

“That’s not an answer!” Harlow cried. “He called you last night, didn’t he!? Oh, my God, he called you back.”

Harlow threw her head back and cackled, making Rose roll her eyes and snort. “Jesus. Calm the fuck down, dude.” She chuckled. Harlow’s cackles changed to snickers as she looked at Rose, smirking.

“I told you he was gonna call you back.” She said, pointing her fork at Rose. “Wait, so, he wanted both of us to come out?”

Rose chuckled and said, “He said him, Mod, and Rook were going to Galaxy.” It was all Rose needed to say. As she looked up at her friend, Harlow’s eyes were practically sparkling and she was grinning from ear to ear. She snickered and said, “Galaxy? I take it you didn’t tell him, then.”

“Right.” Rose scoffed, giving Harlow a look. Harlow chuckled and said, “So, what did you tell him? Please tell me you said yes.”

“I said, I usually worked Fridays and I forget stuff when I work...So, he said he’d text me and remind me tonight.” Rose said. “So, there’s no definitive answer.”

Harlow snorted. “No definitive answer. Please, he texts you and the answer is yes.” Harlow said. A smirk crossed her face as she added, “Shit, if Rook is going? I’ll go without you.”

“Thanks, Low. Glad to know I’ve got you by my side.” Rose chuckled. Harlow shrugged and giggled. “It’s Galaxy, so I’m sure we would have gone anyway.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Harlow said, taking another bite. “But you’re going to say yes. I will take your phone.”

The pair giggled and changed the subject back to Rose’s future photo studio.

Instead of pulling Rose’s equipment out of storage, they took inventory of what she had and what she needed, since most of the stuff was old and worn down. After making the list, Harlow made the call to the number off the For Lease sign and made an appointment for Saturday to sign the papers and get the keys. Rose was so excited about getting into the studio as soon as she could and start putting it together, most of the day flew by. Before she realized it, it was 7:30 when her phone rang for the first time all day and it made her jump.

Are you and Harlow coming out tonight? Colson’s text read, followed by a series of emojis. Color bloomed in Rose’s cheeks as she sat back and replied. Noticing she had gone quiet, Harlow looked up from her notebook.

“What are you smiling for?” Harlow chuckled. Before Rose could respond, Harlow perked up even more and said, “Holy fuck, is it Colson!?”

Harlow let out a triumphant squeal, then giggled as she abandoned her songs and rushed to Rose. “Lemme see!” Harlow laughed. Rose quickly locked her phone and kept it away from her.

“Girl, chill!” Rose shouted with a laugh. “I said yes. We’re gonna meet them at 9.”

“9?!” Harlow cried, ending the fight for the phone. “It’s 7:30 now!”

“Ya. Good thing we both have our own bathrooms.” Rose said, moving her laptop off her legs and getting up. Harlow gave her a look. “Hey, take it up with the Gunner. He’s the one who texted me this late.”

“Jesus. Now I have to figure out my hair!” Harlow said as they both headed back to their rooms.

“Just throw the bitch up in curlers.” Rose said. Harlow scoffed and shouted from her bedroom, “Easy for you to say! Your hair curls like it’s nothing!”

“Yup. It’s a blessing and a curse.” Rose laughed. Both women quickly showered then did their hair and light makeup. Rose damn near tore apart her closet before she settled on a pair of ripped, black skinny jeans and a deep blue wrap top. She managed to find her black leather jacket while she searched for her black and white chucks, pulling them both on before she went to check on Harlow.

“Low, it’s 8:45.” Rose said, peeking into her room. Harlow glanced at her through her mirror as she touched up her hair. Harlow wore a red plaid cardigan over an old, faded Guns ‘N Roses top. She also wore ripped jeans, though Harlow’s were a soft blue jean.

“I know! I know! Can you find my high tops? I can’t fucking find them.” Harlow said, turning off her straightener and slipping a few rings onto her fingers. Rose chuckled.

“You mean the ones you always wear that are in the hall closet?” Rose questioned, making Harlow groan before she said, “Damnit. I forgot.”

Rose shook her head at her friend then went back to her room to grab her phone, wallet, and keys. Slipping them into her pocket, she then quickly spritzed herself with her favorite vanilla perfume before joining Harlow in the hall as they headed for the door. Harlow pulled her all black high tops from the closet and quickly pulled them on.

“Ready?” Harlow chirped, bouncing out of the open front door Rose stood in front of. Rose shook her head and chuckled, following her out then locking the door before going to her Yukon and unlocking it.

Colson, Mod, and Rook were able to get into Galaxy with minimal problems. They weren’t a lot of fans roaming around in Asiantown, but once they got in, Colson and Mod ran into a few of them. They bought their first round of drinks and took a few pictures before leaving them to their table.

“So, who’s this chick you invited?” Rook asked as he sipped his drink. Colson chuckled and said, “Her friend is coming too. Harlow Derry. She’s working with Mod on a few collabs before she gets signed.”

“Harlow is the friend?” Rook asked with a smirk, noticing Colson didn’t answer his original question. Colson nodded as he took a sip of his drink.

“Yup. And she’s all yours, bro.” He chuckled, reaching across the table to clap Rook on the back. Rook smirked and shook his head, taking a glance around the bar as he took another sip. Colson turned to Mod and said, “So, what do you think of Harlow? She’s got some good talent.”

Mod nodded and said, “Yeah. She does. She’s got a pretty good range and it seems like she dabbles in a few different genres.”

Colson smiled. “Good. I figured you two would work well together.” He said. Mod nudged him.

“Are you gonna sign her though? Or give her to Rostrum?” Mod asked. Colson nodded and shifted as he set down his drink.

“Oh, I’m gonna sign her. She had enough talent for that off the bat. I really wanted to see what she could come up with on her own not just a cover contest.” Colson said with a chuckle. Mid chuckled as well, though it was cut short as he became distracted by the door opening and two familiar faces walked in. Mod’s smirk widened as he nudged Colson again, pointing past him as he said, “Your girl’s here.” Colson turned and smiled, waving them over.

Rose didn’t know why, but when she caught the sight of Colson as he waved them over, she felt her stomach flutter as Harlow eagerly pulled her along through the crowd. When they reached the table, Colson gave Harlow a brief hug before she broke away to bounce over to Mod as he stood and came around the table to greet them.

“Hi!” Harlow chirped, wrapping her arms around his neck. Mod laughed and hugged her back. Rose shook her head at Harlow before she stepped up and turned to Colson. His smile grew a little more as she approached, which only multiplied the butterflies in her stomach.

“Hey. Glad you guys made it.” He said, sliding an arm around her waist in a side hug.

“Yeah, thanks for the invite. I hear this place is pretty good.” Rose said with a smirk. Colson chuckled.

“That’s what Mod said. He found the place.” Colson said, moving down a chair as everyone sat back down. Mod had already introduced Harlow to Rook and the two of them went off on a spiel about her shirt, that devolved into their favorite bands.

Since the karaoke didn’t start until 9:30, they spent the next half hour swapping stories; Mainly the guys and Harlow while Rose sat back and listened, amused, with Colson’s arm draped over the back of her chair. Just before the karaoke started, their cover was blown as the KJ saw them and came over.

“Rose! Harlow! Where have you two been?!” The man called as he approached their table. He was a short Hispanic man, but big with energy, especially on Karaoke nights.

“Hey, Berto.” Harlow said, hugging him back as he gave her a side hug. Colson and Rook exchanged looks before Colson looked from Rose to Harlow and asked, “I thought you guys hadn’t been here before?”

“Hadn’t been here? They’re our opening and closing performers!” Berto laughed. Colson looked at Rose and smirked.

“You sing?” He asked teasingly. Rose’s cheeks heated as she corrected, “I don’t sing...I have my favorite songs to sing. There’s a difference.”

Colson chuckled while Harlow said, “Did you not recognize the place, Colson? This is where the contest was that my song went viral. That’s how you found me on Youtube.”

“Oh, shit! Yeah, this does look familiar, now that you mention it. I never knew the name of the place though.” Colson said, looking around and putting two and two together. Berto finally realized who all was sitting at the table and said, “Oh, wait-You’re Machine Gun Kelly! Holy Shit!” Berto said with a smile. “Are you guys gonna sing? I’ve got a few of your songs.”

Colson chuckled and said, “Yeah, bro. We’ll get up for a few songs.”

Berto’s smile widened. “Awesome. Let me know when y’all want to come up. I’ll put you guys in the lineup.” He said. The three men nodded and smiled in agreement. Berto looked at Harlow and Rose then asked, “What do you guys want to sing first?”

“Oh, I’m not singing tonight.” Rose piped up before Harlow could answer for them. She gave a disappointed Berto a sweet smile and said, “I’m just observing tonight.”

“Rosie, come on! There’s never been a time when we didn’t sing here.” Harlow complained. Rose chuckled and said, “Yes, there has.”

With an eye roll, Harlow asked, “When?”

“Tonight.” Rose stated, causing the rest of the table to laugh. Harlow chuckled before she turned to Berto and said, “Start me with one of my usual songs.”

“Alright, Har. I’ve got you, babe.” Berto said, giving her a final hug. Harlow whispered something in his ear then broke the embrace. He smiled at the group then hurried up to the KJ booth to start. “Alright, ladies and gents, guys and gals. Starting us off tonight--You know her, you love her. Let me hear a big round of applause for Helly Harley Carley!”

The bar roared to life as Harlow smiled, downed her drink and skipped up to the mic as Rock Show by Halestorm started. Harlow put on quite the show, getting the bar patrons excited then they started filling out song slips. Colson watched her closely. Seeing her performance in person was much different than seeing her on Youtube. The energy she gave off was the same, but experiencing it made him more sure than ever; This was an artist he wanted signed to his label.

Rook was equally impressed, as was Mod, considering the songs they covered in the studio one day prior were his own songs and a few other ballad covers. The smiles never left the men’s faces throughout her performance; Mod eager to her her own songs, Colson trying to hide his excitement about his decision, and Rook’s eyes were glued to her as was the smirk on his face. Rose sat back, leaning against Colson, as she watched her best friend. She chuckled softly, watching Harlow get real into the song and kept her energy up until the final note.

The bar roared with applause again as Harlow put the mic back on the stand and chuckle as she made her way back to the table. As she slipped into her seat, Harlow said, with a giggle, “And that my friends, is how you start karaoke night.”

For most of the night, Harlow was the only one between her and Rose to sing. She always pleaded with Rose to do just one duet, but Rose declined.

“You’re gonna sing tonight. One way or another.” Harlow said, taking the shot Rook offered as he and Colson came back to the table with refilled drinks. Both Mod and Harlow snickered at each other as they started a brief, drunken rendition of One Way Or Another, making Rose roll her eyes.

“I’m not singing tonight, Low.” Rose chuckled, taking her drink from Colson. Harlow laughed, swaying along with Mod as their drunken ramblings ended and took the shot, toasting with Rook before they both downed them, then she smirked.

“Oh, I think you will.” Harlow said. Rose shook her head as she chucked and turned to Mod as he started up a conversation with her. However, the conversation didn’t last long.

“Okay, thank you, Joel, for that riveting rendition of Born To Be Wild: Up next!” Berto called into the mic. “We have our very own Rose! Singing Power Over Me By Dermont Kennedy! Come on up, Rosie!”

Rose looked up in horror and almost dropped her drink. Harlow snickered and exchanged a look with Rook before the pair started up the chant, Rosie! Rosie! Rosie! When the rest of the crowd took up the chant, Rose shot Harlow a death glare. Yet Harlow didn’t let up and Rose didn’t give in until Colson and Mod stopped laughing and instead began pounding rhythmically on the table, taking up the chant as well.

“Come on Rose.” Berto teased over the mic. “Your fans are waiting.”

Rose sighed then downed the rest of her drink before she got up and made her way up to the mic. Accompanied by applause, Rose sighed and stepped up onto the stage and stood in front of the mic stand.

Oh. Dear. God. Rose thought. She only had a moment more to allow for her anxiety before the song started. It was one of her favorite songs to karaoke, but with Colson, Mod, and Rook watching on, it made things a little more nerve racking.

Once the song started and the music thrummed through her as well as the alcohol, her anxiety slowly melted away and she sank into the song. She started off strong enough, but once she got to the chorus, she completely gave into it. Rose pulled the mic off the stand and sang as she moved around the stage. At certain points, she turned the mic to the crowd, who were able to sing along as the words were on all the TV screens, in case some people were too shy to come up to the stage, they could sit anywhere and still sing.

“-But I know that time’s gonna take me, I know that day’s gonna come. I just want the devil to hate me, oh, I.” As Rose sang, her eyes eventually met Colson’s and his smile widened as she continued, her own smile growing.

Harlow clapped and cheered the loudest as Rose sang, the song nearing its end. Rose sang the words, full of emotion and eyes tightly shut as she sang. She opened them for the last verse, fully smiling as the bar patrons cheered and danced along. Rose was relieved when the song ended and she returned the mic to its stand. Applause escorted Rose off the stage as she made her way through the bar, back to their table.

Colson had moved up a seat while she sang, and now smirked at her as she approached. “You don’t sing.” He teased, making Rose’s cheeks tint pink. She gave a light chuckle and said, “I don’t.”

“Yes. She sings.” Harlow said proudly, as she reached over to wrap her arms around Rose’s neck in a brief hug. “She’s very talented but very shy...Until you get a few drinks in her.”

The table laughed and shot a few comments around. One of the regulars passed them and said a quick ‘Good job tonight, Rose’, causing Rose to turn and smile, thanking her. As quick as the encounter was, Rose’s eye was quickly drawn to a man on the other side of the bar, staring at her. Panic and anxiety shot through her as her smile dropped. She quickly turned around as her heart pounded with the impending panic attack that was forming.

The conversation carried on until Harlow turned to her friend and saw the look on her face. Immediately concerned, Harlow touched her arm and said, “Rosie, what’s wrong?”

Her eyes darted around, pointed at the table as her mind raced. Rose felt Harlow’s hand touch her arm, but she didn’t react to it, merely responding, “U-Um...I-I think the-the drinks a-are, um, hitting me. I-I need some air.”

Rose turned to head out the front door, but her path would lead her too close to the man that still watched her. She let out a soft whimper that caught Colson’s attention and he turned to her.

“Rose, wh-Rose!” Colson called as Rose promptly turned and rushed out to the back alley. Looking at Harlow, he asked, “Is she okay?”

“I don’t know.” Harlow said, genuine concern on her face. She moved to follow her, but Colson was already up and stopped her, saying, “I’ve got her.”

Harlow laid a hand on Colson’s arm as he passed, scanning the bar. Her eyes fell on the same man, who was now smirking into his drink.

Rose burst into the alley behind the bar as she tried to keep her breathing steady. Her thoughts rushed around in her head and made her dizzy. She stumbled a little before grasping at the wall to keep her standing. She began mumbling to herself, unaware of the man that was already out there, smoking.

“You okay, sweetheart?” The man asked, taking a step closer and looking her over with a smirk.

“I-I-I’m fine.” Rose said, trying to ignore him. She felt a hand on her shoulder to which she turned and shoved him away. “Fuck off, bro.”

The man laughed and said, “Come on, honey…”

Another pair of hands grabbed her from behind, though in her foggy state, she didn’t register how gentle the hands were. Startled and slightly annoyed by the new pair of seemingly unwelcome hands, Rose threw her elbow back, catching Colson in the jaw.

“Fuck! Rose, it’s me! Jesus…” At Colson’s voice, Rose turned and gasped softly.

“Jesus. Colson, I-I’m sorry.” She said, laying a hand on his arm in concern. Colson shook his head, rubbing his jaw.

“Hey, buddy? The lady and I were having a talk.” The man said. Colson stepped in front of her, curling a protective arm around Rose.

“Didn’t look like it.” Colson shot. The man scoffed and said, “What? Are you her boyfriend?”

“Yeah. Don’t fucking touch my girl.” Colson shot, annoyed. The man stepped up to him, both men ready to fight, but Rose sighed and pushed Colson aside before she aimed at the man’s crotch and kicked.

“I said, fuck off.” Rose spat at the man, now curled on the floor, cupping himself. Colson was shocked and impressed by the bold move, but quickly took her arm and led her out of the alley, back onto the street. Rose took a deep breath as she stumbled onto the street.

“Hey. Rose.” Colson’s gentle voice and warm hand on her arm made her turn to him. She let out a soft sigh as he pulled her with him, walking back to lean against the fence in front of Galaxy. Rose tried not to claw at him as the panic came screaming back and she tried to maintain her breathing. “Hey, hey. Baby, you’ve gotta breathe.”

“I’m-I-I’m trying.” Rose said with a soft whine. Colson cupped her face and brought it to his. Rose’s eyes werre shut tight as she tried to pull herself through it.

“Rose. Hey. Look at me.” Colson said, gently. Her eyes snapped open and she placed her hands on his shoulders. She struggled to keep her focus on his face, taking in his features as she tried to ground herself. He gave her a light smile and said, “Good. Good. Look at me. Breathe, babe. Come on.”

He took a deep breath that Rose tried to follow, breathing brokenly. Colson took her, breath by breath, for a while, moving his hands to her waist and Rose pressing her forehead to his, slowly closing her eyes again.

“There you go. Come on. In and out, Rose.” Colson said, continuing to breathe with her until it evened out. Her deep breaths grew longer and stronger. A light smirk whisked across his face when her hands drifted up to spread across his cheeks and slightly into his hair, curling her fingers around the strands, lightly. “Good, Rose. Good. Hey…”

Rose let out a final breath and opened her eyes to look at him. His smile widened a little as she pulled away from him, leaning back as she dropped her hands back to his shoulders.

“Better?” He asked. A small smile flitted across her face as she nodded then took a step away from him, with a deep sigh. Colson sat back and watched Rose glance around before pulling her jacket closed, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the fence next to him. He patted himself down to find his lighter and a joint. Lighting it, Colson glanced over at her, making sure the joint was lit before offering it to her saying, “So...What happened?”

Rose took the joint and took a hit before she sighed and said, “My ex is in the bar.”

She took another hit, then passed it back to him as he snickered, softly. “Shit.” Colson said, taking a toke. Holding it in, he continued, “I know that feeling.” Blowing out the smoke, he took another hit then passed it back, saying, “But why the panic attack?”

Rose shrugged as she took a big hit. “Seeing him just brought it all back; The anxiety, panic, PTSD…” She said, blowing out a line of smoke. Colson’s head snapped over to her as she took a few more hits.

“PTSD?” Colson questioned. Rose looked at him for a moment, then looked away. He took his time before asking his next question, not wanting to set her off again. Finally, he asked, “Did he hit you?”

Rose huffed out the smoke and handed him the joint to shut him up, keeping her gaze low. Colson sighed and shook his head, her silence answer enough. Rose shoved her hands into her pockets after zipping up her jacket and said, “There’s a lot of reasons I left home, but he’s the main reason.”

Colson shook his head and took a final hit before passing the joint back to her. Before she could even lift the joint to her lips, Colson pushed himself off the fence and headed for the bar. She barely got a hit before he darted off.

“Colson! Son of a bitch.” She muttered, stamping the joint out on the sole of her shoe. She shoved the joint into her pocket and took off after him. She caught up to him and his Ent size strides just as he reached he door and pulled it open to scan the bar. Rose took his hand and tugged, lightly. “Colson. Seriously, don’t.”

“Which one is he?” Colson asked. He took a step inside to let the door close making Rose move to stand in front of him, placing her injured hand lightly on his chest then turned to quickly scan the bar. She unfortunately caught his eye again and she tensed. Colson felt her grip tighten and he looked down at her, quickly following her gaze. He saw the man staring at her with an evil smirk and it made his hands twitch. When Colson pulled his hand from hers, Rose turned to him, ready to stop him from any confrontation if need be.

Instead, Colson stared the man down and put an arm around her waist, leading her back to their table. She was relieved that Colson didn’t go after him, but he was still in the bar and her anxiety stuck around because of it. When they reached the table, Harlow jumped out of her chair and pulled her friend into a hug.

“Rose.” Harlow sighed softly before breaking the embrace. “Are you okay? How did he even fucking know we’re here?”

“I’m fine, Lowey. I’m fine.” Rose said, letting out a steady breath as she restrained herself from looking at him again. “Um, if you want to stay, you can but I think I’m gonna go home.”

“No, no, no. I’ll go with you.” Harlow said. Rose opened her mouth to proste when she was cut off.

“Rosie.” She tensed and gripped Harlow’s hand as Harlow shot a death glare past Rose’s shoulder. Rose turned and stared into the ice cold eyes she hoped she’d never see again.

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Longest Night (30) Rising

Ao3 | FF.net

I offer no excuses.

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The day went on, the sun hiding behind November clouds. Lady Lacrima and Grimalkin slept the day away, nestled in their bed. The third floor kept nice and warm despite the nip in the air. As if the world knew they were resting, things seemed quiet. No construction, no endless honking, just peace.

Just before sunset, Grimalkin roused with a rumbling stomach. Exhaustion fogged his brain, and all he registered around him were the cloud-like bed and the angel upon it. He pressed himself further against her, his purr rolling in his chest.

And then the rumble of his stomach got in the way.

He sat up, noting the time on the clock above her bed. 4:30 pm.

Lady Lacrima groaned softly, disturbed by his movement.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and urged her back to sleep.

Then he weaseled his way out of the blankets and snuck downstairs, his stomach being his guide. The air was stale and the blinds were all shut, making the house dark. Despite sitting empty for so long, the house still retained the sweet smells of the bakery, of sugars and spices. Surely, the Dupain-Cheng’s kept their kitchen well stocked.

Right?

Disappointment took him as he found a barren fridge. There were sauces and dressings and jams. But nothing to make a meal. No fruits or veggies, no milk, and no meat.

He riffled through the pantry, finding spices, and mixes for various dishes.

The only thing he found that was edible by itself, was a can of baked beans.

He plopped it on the table and sat at the high chair, head resting in his hand.

He supposed he could eat that. Or...

There was a corner store about a block down the way. He and Ladybug would often stop there for sodas and snacks during long patrols.

The owner was a kind old man, who was always happy to see them. Surely, he wouldn’t turn him away.

But just in case, it was probably smart to take a disguise. Grimalkin rifled through the apartment, eventually finding a coat closet. Tom’s rain coat was huge on him, but did the job of covering his suit. He struggled to tie the waist band, but eventually got it to stay closed. Then he found a hat and a pair of sunglasses. Of course people would notice the mask, but it would be better if they couldn’t see his blood red eyes.

His stomach growled again, and he hissed right back at it. He was working on it!

Now all he needed was money. The state of the apartment made him wonder if thieves had pilfered through their belongings already, but some things were still in place. Like the TV. There was probably some spare change around here somewhere, right? His first guess was that they forgot to clear the register before they left.

And what luck he had. He felt a little guilty for destroying the register drawer to get it open, but he was far too hungry to pay too much thought to it. He stuffed some bills into his pocket, and then returned upstairs.

Back in Marinette’s room, Lady Lacrima was still sleeping peacefully. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and climbed up the ladder to the balcony.

Her cable with grappling hook that got them up to the balcony was still hooked to the railing, and he used it to ease himself down to the street.

Once his feet touched the sidewalk, dread fell on him like a blanket. What if something happened to his lady while he was gone? What if Hawkmoth and Carapace and Queen Bee attacked him and she lost him? He looked back up to the balcony with a whimper, but his stomach growled back.

He was beginning to feel more nauseous than hungry, but figured food would help with that. The sooner he went, the sooner he could return.

So, with great reluctance, he headed down the street.

As he walked, he felt the stares of people watching him walk. Surely they all knew what he was guilty of. He was a murderer, not a hero.

A failure.

He shouldn’t be walking the streets. He should be locked up. He wasn’t safe.

But before he could beat himself up anymore, he arrived at the grocer. Down a stairwell plastered with flyers, he pulled the coat a little tighter and popped his collar.

The door chimed with his entrance, prompting a voice to call from the other side of the store, “Guten Abend!” which startled him.

He didn’t reply, not that he could.

His senses were so heightened in this state, despite being an akuma. He was able to map out the room in just a glance. The owner of the store, the name that escaped him now, was in the aisle with the alcohol, stocking shelves. There was another customer by the bread. Other than that, the store was empty. Perfect.

He just tried to quietly and inconspicuously walk to the refrigerator to get a bottle of milk. Should he have grabbed a basket? How much was he getting? How much did he have money for? Probably not much, since he only had one arm to carry it all back with.

The door chimed again, a group of college aged boys coming in. Grimalkin paid them little mind, only noticing that they had separated, one staying by the door.

As he closed the fridge door with his hip, something pressed into his back.

“Don’t move.” A young man’s voice warned.

Did they find out where he was? Were they with the police? He didn’t really want to fight anymore. He just wanted food!

“Hands in the air! Where I can see them!” Came a shout from a few rows down.

Grimalkin relaxed slightly. They weren’t here for him. But he’d be damned if he’d let them leave.

Chat Noir was alive deep down inside…somewhere.

He quickly turned and nailed the guy behind him in the head with the glass bottle, shattering it on impact.

“—the hell!?”

Grimalkin slunk behind some shelves, making his way over to where the leader was holding up the owner of the store.

“Please please, I give you money in register, ja? No need for knife, ja?”

Indeed the leader had a knife in his hand, and the collar of the owner in the other. “Shut up, old man!” He shouted. He looked frantic. “Sound off!”

“Door’s blocked!”

“I’ve got a weird looking dude over here.”

Then where there should have been a third voice, there was silence.

“Hey Jean! What’s going on over there?!”

Still no response.

“I swear to God you better not be goofing around over there!”

Grimalkin snuck closer, keeping his steps light. The owner noticed him and held back a gasp.

Then he pounced, knocking the leader to the ground, and subsequently the owner of the store. Grimalkin yanked the robber away from him, allowing the owner to run behind the counter and call the police.

“Who the hell are you!?”

Grimalkin took off the sunglasses, and bared his fangs.

The robber looked like he was about to piss himself.

Not wasting a second, Grimalkin swooped in and grabbed the man’s arm with the knife, and cranked it backwards, against the way it was supposed to fold, and dislocated the elbow.

A second man, who had been holding up the other customer, ran out of his aisle, also holding a knife. At the sight of Grimalkin, he dropped it on the ground, kicked it away from him, and fell to his knees with his hands behind his head.

The last man, who was standing guard at the door, peered around the corner, saw what had happened, and attempted to flee. But Grimalkin dashed to him and grabbed his ankle just as he cleared the doorway. He dragged him back in, as the man took desperate hold of the the door frame.

“No no! Please! I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me!”

With a grunt, Grimalkin suplexed him into the ground next to his leader. Then he frisked him while he laid groaning on his back, found a knife, and destroyed it.

Breathing became hard again, though he hadn’t done much, for his enhanced abilities at least. He stood in the middle of the grocer, panting while his knees trembled.

“Yes, a customer has disarmed them. Three are injured.” Said the owner of the store.

So much for being inconspicuous…

With a little whine, Grimalkin crawled back to where he smashed the milk bottle, finding a white puddle taking up most of the floor. He’d have to run soon, but it was such a waste…Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was animal tendencies, or even his own hunger clouding his mind, but he crouched and began to lap up the milk on the floor with his tongue.

An arm linked with his and pulled him away. “Oh Chat Noir, you shouldn’t drink that. The floor is dirty…”

Grimalkin whined, and met the eyes of the stranger.

No, not a stranger. A tall man, wearing a gray and pink suit with a hat. Mr. Ramier. “Thank you for stopping those muggers, even though you’re in no condition to do so.”

Grimalkin wanted to hiss and pull away and hide, but the pigeon man had always been kind to him. Unless he was akumatized, and even then, it was a relief to be fighting him.

“Come along now, the police will be here any minute.”

Grimalkin whined again and tried to pull away, with little effort.

“Mr. Kemper wants you to hide in the back room. No doubt they’re looking for you!”

He…wanted him to hide? That was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Grimalkin followed Mr. Ramier to the back room that Mr. Kemper was gesturing to.

“Wait here, okay?” Then he almost closed the door, letting the light in a crack.

Sitting in the dark, Grimalkin pondered the circumstance. Alya, Hawkmoth, Chloe, and…and Nino…they were all trying to get the Miraculous from him. But Mr. Ramier wasn’t. He was trying to hide him from the police. Who was the bad guy? Wasn’t he? He was an akuma after all.

All this thinking gave him a headache. The haze from hunger and akumatization was thick on his brain, making it nearly impossible to think straight or logically. That’s why he had his lady. She had the plans, the itinerary…he just followed her lead.

The door rang, and many voices entered.

“Thank you for coming so quickly!” Mr. Kemper called out.

“You said a civilian incapacitated these men? Where are they now?”

“Oh they left as soon as it was over. Didn’t stick around for gratitude.”

The man chuckled. “Another vigilante. Unbelievable.”

“Are there a lot?”

“You have no idea. Ever since Ladybug and Chat Noir were captured, there’s been people walking pickpockets down to the station daily. It’s hard telling them to stop. Ah well. This guy did a number on them.”

A EMT called over from one side of the room. “He’ll be alright, just concussed.”

Grimalkin waited for the police to clean up, listening as the EMTs took care of the injured robbers.

Then, when he was afraid his rumbling stomach would give him away, Mr. Kemper opened the door. “You can come out now. They’ve gone.”

Skittish, Grimalkin slunk out of the store room and stood awkwardly beside the counter.

Mr. Ramier appeared with a basket. Milk, eggs, sausage links, all sorts of foods. Even a bottle of wine.

Grimalkin licked his lips.

“Thank you for saving us, Chat Noir!” Said Mr. Kemper. “I told Mr. Ramier, you know, ‘he is my best customer!’ Didn’t feel the same without you coming in here every week!”

Grimalkin just slowly blinked.

“We take care of each other,” he assured. “You take care of the robbers, I take care of you! All of this, on me! Ja?” He gestured to the basket.

Grimalkin’s lip twitched a sort of half-smile before nodding meekly.

“That’s a good boy! You’re so hungry, right Mr. Noir? I know you’re hurting…so please take care of yourself and your Lady Love? For me please?”

Grimalkin nodded again.

“Do you need help carrying this?” Mr. Ramier offered, seeing his arm trapped inside his coat.

Chat looked at the three bags of groceries and humbly nodded.

“Ah, here, don’t want your ears to give you away.” He plopped his hat on his head.

With a stilted nod of gratitude, Grimalkin took one of the bags on the counter and headed back out into the street.

Mr. Ramier walked beside him, street side, to help hide him.

“You know what they’re saying about you on the news right?” The man finally asked.

Grimalkin glanced up at him, saying nothing.

“They said you and Ladybug murdered 27 people.”

Was that right? Why did it feel like more?

“But I’m not afraid of you. I don’t know if anyone who knows you really is. I know you’re just trying to protect yourselves.”

Grimalkin huffed, and turned the corner by the bakery.

“Oh, here?”

Grimalkin held a finger to his lips, demanding the man to stay silent.

“Oh of course, I won’t tell a soul. But uh…how do you plan to get this all up there?”

Grimalkin looked up to the balcony, an idea forming in his head. He dropped his bag to the sidewalk, and then climbed up the rope to the top (which was a feat with only one arm.) Once at the top, he dislodged the grappling hook and lowered it to the ground, so Mr. Ramier could drape the handles on the hooks, before raising it up again.

Mr. Ramier gave him a wave and headed back down the street without a word.

He pulled the groceries up to the balcony, and then fell into the chair, breathing hard. His back ached.

“Kitty?” A sleepy voice spoke from the trap door.

Grimalkin flopped onto the floor and scooted over to her.

Lady Lacrima caught his face with her hands, petting him gently. “Where did you go? I woke up and you were gone!”

He whined slightly, blinking his kitten eyes up at her.

“Oh, you brought us food? Did anyone see you?”

He cooed.

“Mr. Ramier? I suppose that’s not the worst person to catch you.”

He brought his quarry over and helped her bring it inside and down to the kitchen.

“My my, what a wonderful spread you got us, kitty! Eggs, milk, ham, cheese…I think we could make some omelets with this. Does that sound yummy?”

His stomach answered for him.

She smiled in return, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Then wash up, and you can help me cook.”

—

About 15 minutes later, they were huddled together on the chair on the balcony, a blanket on their laps and a shared plate between them. Lady Lacrima held it so he could eat.

The faintest bit of sunset remained, slowly disappearing over the horizon, casting the sky into lush pinks and purples.

“We can’t continue like this.” She decided.

He hummed at her, resting his head on top of hers.

“I can’t allow you to be like this anymore. You…” her mind flashed back to the closet. To the deep breathing, the exhaustion, watching him collapse on the floor… “We’re not getting any better. Hawkmoth never intended for us to stay transformed this long.” She looked at her hand, the black material had turned red, and no amount of water would wash it clean. “I wonder…are we already dead? Is spite and wrath controlling our bodies like a puppeteer?”

Of course, Grimalkin didn’t answer. The parts of him that held wisdom and conversation laid dormant. So she was forced to think this through alone.

A yawn pulled from her, as the bed below them called out to her. “I’m still tired,” she confessed.

He took the empty plate from her hands and set it on the floor, then stood, holding his hand out for her. Together, they dropped back down into the room, and snuggled into the blankets.

“Kitty…I don’t know what happens next…but I love you.”

He purred and nuzzled his nose against her cheek before kissing her lips. I love you too, was what he said.

—

It was Tom who suggested going to the bakery.

“They wouldn’t go there!” Alya protested, “Marinette would know that’s the first place we’d look!”

“Well, did we?” He countered back. “I know my daughter. When she’s feeling scared or hurt, she wants to be home. And she wants a hug from her mama and papa.”

Gabriel sat nearby, wearing an old t-shirt while his arm rested in a sling. “I suppose that’s what children should do. When they’re scared, they want their parents.”

“Then why didn’t Adrien come here?” Alya snarked back.

Gabriel knew the real answer to that question, but instead stated, “One, Hawkmoth told them that we were all here, and two, he’s following Marinette’s lead.”

“So, what do you suggest we do?” Asked Alya. “Ambush them there?”

“Nope.” He looked at Tom and Sabine. “We’re taking a different route this time.”

—

The Gorilla drove Gabriel, Tom, Sabine, Alya, and Nino over to the bakery, while Chloe stayed at the Mansion with her father. And even for the plan, Alya and Nino were just there for back up.

The real MVPs were the parents. And even then, Gabriel was going to be quiet.

After Tom unlocked the gate, Gorilla stood guard at the door. Sabine went up the stairs first, keeping her steps light. When she found the apartment empty, she urged them all up. There were groceries on the counter, and a recently used pan on the stove.

With a swallow, Tom and Sabine pushed up the trapdoor to Marinette’s room.

The room was dark, as the blinds were closed, but there was a large form on the bed.

As Tom opened the trap door all the way, it tapped against the floor. The form in the bed shifted and a sleepy pair of red eyes peered over the rail.

Sabine held her breath as Tom’s hand squeezed her shoulder.

Grimalkin blinked a few times, as he realized what he was seeing. He sat up fully, and let the blanket fall off of him. Then he crawled over the mattress and crept down the stairs, his tail lashing. Not once did he bare his teeth, but he didn’t appear welcoming either.

Sabine tried to put him at ease. “Hi Sweetie,” she said softly.

Grimalkin’s ears went back and his eyes dilated.

“Hmm…Kitty?” Lady Lacrima’s voice spoke from the bed. She sat up, and immediately made eye contact with her mother.

There was a tense silence for only a moment as Sabine stared at her, tears gathering in her eyes. “My baby…” she choked out.

Lady Lacrima swallowed harshly, and looked to Grimalkin, who was watching her carefully.

She got out of bed, coming down the ladder to stand next to him. Then they just stared.

Tom took a step closer. “My beautiful little girl…won’t you let me hug you?”

She hesitated, clenching and unclenching her fist. Finally, she asked, “you…couldn’t do anything?”

Sabine let out a sob. “We did everything we could! You know the second we found out where you were, we would have gone in person to save you! Please believe me Marinette! We love you so much!”

Lady Lacrima could not find fault in her parents. What influence did bakers have?

But she spotted Gabriel, who was hiding behind them. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him. “And what about you?”

Gabriel opened his mouth, and then shut it with a trembling lip as Grimalkin snarled at him.

What a thin rope to tread.

“Honey…Mr. Agreste has also worked really hard to find you. He almost paid a ransom to get Adrien back, remember? He only didn’t because Adrien asked him not to. Don’t be mad at him…”

Grimalkin crept closer, staying on his knuckles, and each step halting, until he was right in front of Tom. Who was, despite his teddy-bear disposition, the biggest threat in the room.

Tom gave him a soft smile, and simply scooped him up in a hug, and held him in a cradle. “There there, just relax.”

Tom felt the way he tensed, his breathing becoming erratic, and his pulse quickening. Like a cat that was about to bolt.

“Shh, I gotcha.” He assured.

Gabriel stood by, and began to pet his hair. “It’s alright, son. You’re safe now.”

Grimalkin melted. His eyelids grew heavy as a loud purr cut through the tension of the room.

Sabine watched the interaction fondly, before turning her eyes back to her daughter. Lady Lacrima still stood back, watching from the corner of the room. Sabine walked to her slowly, holding out her hands in a comforting way.

Lady Lacrima watched her approach, but didn’t run. She didn’t want to run.

Sabine’s hand rested on her cheek, and swiped across the black lines.

“They’re stains.” Lady Lacrima explained. “They won’t come off.”

“Oh, I see.”

Lady Lacrima swallowed and admitted out loud, because it felt too much like a sin not too, “we killed 34 people.”

“Yeah,” Sabine nodded. No berating, but no condoning. Just acknowledgement.

“I thought…it was supposed to make me feel better. Hurting those that hurt me. But…I just feel worse. I’m sorry, maman…”

Sabine kissed her cheek. “My precious baby girl…I am so so proud of you. You’re brave, and smart, and kind and so creative!” Her voice was warm and soothing, in the way that a mother’s was. “You’re my hero, and I love you so much!”

Lady Lacrima exhaled with relief and slumped against her mother. “I’m so tired.”

“I bet you are. We’ll get you to a hospital, and then you can rest. No more secrets, no more hiding…just healing and love. Is that alright with you?”

Lady Lacrima looked back over to Grimalkin who appeared to be almost asleep in Tom’s arms. “And him?”

“You’ll be together. Through all of it. Right, Gabriel?”

Gabriel didn’t even pause from stroking Adrien’s head. “Of course. Every second of every day, you’ll be together.”

Wordlessly, she went to her kitty, touching his cheek gently. “I guess the jig is up, love.”

He nuzzled his face against her hand, purring louder, and she couldn’t help but smile broader. Then she went to his pocket and took out the Ladybug earrings.

“Here,” she put them in her mom’s hands.

Sabine nodded to her in reassurance, and put the earrings in.

In a pink flash, a little red sprite appeared, looking panicked. She met Sabine’s gaze with confusion and fear. “Where’s…?”

“Tikki.” Lady Lacrima said softly.

Tikki whirled around to face her, a gasp ripping from the being violently. “Marinette!”

Lady Lacrima looked away, hugging herself. “I…I didn’t want you to see me like this. But I know it’s for my own good that you do.”

“Oh Marinette!” Tikki wailed. “You’re…you’re hurt…and an akuma?”

She nodded.

“What…how long have I been dormant?”

Lady Lacrima gained another stripe under her eye before saying, “a little less than two months. We were captured, and she took our Miraculous…”

“And then she…hurt you?”

“Yeah.”

“I—I….” Tikki tried to find the words, but ended up dissolving into sobs as she nuzzled her cheek. “I’m so so sorry Marinette…”

“It’s not your fault, Tikki.”

“If the earrings had fallen off or if you took them off without denouncing me, I could have been active and saved you!” Another thought occurred to her. “Where’s Chat? Where’s Plagg?”

“Plagg’s still dormant. And Adrien’s right over there.” She gestured to Tom.

Tikki flitted over to him, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Everything’s going to be okay now.”

Grimalkin furrowed his brows at her, but didn’t respond.

Tikki came back to Marinette.

“I know you’ve seen her, but you’ve never formally met. Tikki, this is my mother.”

“A pleasure,” Sabine smiled.

“Tikki is what allows me to turn into Ladybug. To put on the suit, all you have to do is say, ‘Tikki, spots on.’”

“Tikki, spots on?”

In a whirl of pink, Sabine’s clothes changed from her simple white Cheongsam, to a red and black robe, that tied at the waist like a ruqun. She wore black leggings and black flats that were visible under the tails of the robe. A silk mask tied securely around her face.

“You look lovely, darling.” Tom complimented.

“Oh you!”

Lady Lacrima couldn’t help but smile. “All you have to do is capture the akuma with the yo-yo, you do that by drawing your finger down the middle.”

“Oh yes, I remember seeing you do it. Then I just fling it at them?”

“Yep, the yo-yo will catch and purify. Then you let them go.”

“And how do I cast the cure?”

Lady Lacrima hesitated, her fingers curling into fists.

Gabriel came over a rested a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Her body is at the morgue. If the cure brings her back, she’ll be in police custody. There’s absolutely no way she’s getting away.”

She screwed up her lip, still thinking it through.

“It’s for the best, Ladybug. No one will hurt you ever again, alright?”

She swallowed. “To cast cure without a Lucky Charm, all you do is toss the yo-yo up in the air and call ‘Miraculous Ladybug’ and it will activate. To detransform, say ‘spots off’. Pretty simple.”

Sabine patted her cheek. “Only because the akuma is being so understanding.”

“Let’s hold off on this for just a moment,” suggested Gabriel. “Let’s call an ambulance and have them here when their transformation drops.”

Sabine and Tom agreed.

Gabriel took out his phone and headed back down into the apartment to make the call.

“I’m…I’m scared. Doesn’t Paris hate us now?”

“No no, darling. They never stopped loving you.”

“Even after this?” She gestured to her bloodstained suit.

“That’s why the cure is a good idea. Yes, we’re all upset that Sa—er…that woman will be alive again, but there’s some people that got caught up in the violence that didn’t deserve it. Police officers, blackmail victims…”

Lady Lacrima nodded in understanding, though she tightened her fists. “I did what I had to.”

“And now everything is going to be okay. I promise…I can’t promise it’ll be okay right away, but it will someday. I swear.”

Gabriel returned. “The police are outside. It seems that our car was spotted by the paparazzi. An ambulance is on the way.”

Nerves built up in her. “Will they yell at me?”

“There will probably be shouting, but you don’t listen to them.”

“With any luck,” said Gabriel. “You’ll be asleep before you even get that far.”

Lady Lacrima went back over to her partner, smiling at him as he continued to lazily purr. “We probably won’t remember these last few days. And…I’d honestly rather forget, but…we must remember to thank Kelly and Jillian, the Cesaires, and Mr. Ramier. Promise that we’ll remember to thank them?”

He chirped at her.

There was a clamber of footsteps before two EMTs peeked their heads into the room. “We have our stretchers down in the bakery, whenever you’re ready.”

Lady Lacrima cupped Grimalkin’s face. “Ready, my love?”

He raised a claw to her neck, before nodding. Then he broke her collar with his claw and released her akuma before doing the same with himself.

Sabine caught the two rogue butterflies with one swipe, and released them to fly away. “Bye bye little butterflies.” Then with a sigh, she tossed the yo-yo up in the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!”

The healing light exploded, rushing through the room, removing the suits from Adrien and Marinette and healing Gabriel’s shoulder before disappearing out into Paris.

The ring that was in Grimalkin’s pocket dropped on the floor, and Gabriel was quick to grab it and put it in his pocket.

Marinette remained standing, though she leaned heavily on her father for support.

Adrien’s eyes were almost open, as the slow cello-like breathing returned. In the absence of the suit, his wounds immediately started bleeding again.

“Let’s hurry,” Gabriel urged, reaching to carry Marinette.

“I can walk,” she said briskly, not taking her eyes off Adrien. Though the blood oozing down her back said otherwise.

In the apartment, she didn’t even take notice of Alya and Nino before following her father down into the bakery.

An EMT rushed to her and tried to coax her over to a stretcher.

“No, I need to be with him!”

“He’s alright now, Ladybug. You need to lay down.”

“No! He needs me!” She shoved the man way from her, weakly.

Tom placed him on the stretcher as the EMTs automatically got to work. A mask was placed on his mouth. As they secured a brace around his neck. “Patient is pale and unresponsive. Will require a blood transfusion immediately.”

“Adrien!” Marinette reached for his hand, before another EMT took hold of her’s first. “Come on, Miss Ladybug, let’s get you on a stretcher.”

“No! I need to ride with him!”

“If you want to help him, you have to help yourself. Please.”

A wave of dizziness took her as she swayed on her feet. The paramedic caught her and helped her lay down. “It’s alright, Ladybug. You’re both safe. Just rest now, okay?”

She didn’t really have a choice anymore, did she?

Another mask was placed over her face as the bed started to move. Someone covered her with a blanket, affording her an ounce of privacy.

They rolled out of bakery, and into chaos of flashing lights and shouting.

“I’m right here, honey.” Her mother said, taking her hand. “Adrien’s in the other ambulance with your father. Just breathe. Everything’s alright.”

Alright.

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