#hey word of warning if you decide to get sober its gonna be worth it but its gonna be the hardest shit you ever do

[lupismaris]

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[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

You Can Hear It In The Silence

Summary: Sneaking around can be fun, but sometimes the silence is just too quiet, or falling in love with your best friend. 

Pairing: Spencer x Fem Reader (SMUT) MINORS DNI 

Word Count: 3.7K 

Warnings: Smut Minors DNI (It’s smut, nothing kinky but very romantic and soft) oral (both receiving), kissing, lovebites and tame scratching, penetrative sex, unprotected sex in a committed relationship(like last time, let me know if I missed anything) 

Author’s Note: Minors please DNI, I have a lot of other fluff pieces that are totally acceptable for you guys to read. I hope that this isn’t too schmaltzy because that just gives me agita. This is based off You are In Love by Taylor Swift and maybe a little bit of Dress

You Can Hear It In The Silence 

It’s a blurry line, going from best friends to dating. There’s nothing like playing that dangerous game of stolen glances and surreptitious touches in a dark room. Eyes ranking over figures decked out in soft cardigans and tweed blazers or black dress pants and silk blouses, desperately wanting to see more, touch more, taste more. The senses could only sated for so long before the desire for more bubbles to the surface. 

Across the table, Spencer watches as Y/N sips the red wine JJ brought over. It’s hard to not watch her; to not completely hone in on the way her eyes are light with laughter, or the way her hair cascades down her shoulder, blending into the dark green color of her dress. Spencer kills himself trying to not look at her because he knows if he does, he’s done. Or rather, he knows that if he lets himself love her openly, he’ll only end up hurting themselves. So, he sits there, in Derek’s backyard trying to pretend that he’s not staring at Y/N. The only thought that comforts him is holding on to the idea that Y/N is doing the same thing. He supposes that’s what happens to relationships that blossom from the shadows of secrecy. In their attempts to not hurt others, they end up almost destroying themselves. 

He decides to pretend to find Garica’s cuckoo clock fascinating. He stares at the wacky colored birds and swinging arms entirely too long. In the corner of his eye Spencer watches the next couple of moments unfold. JJ and Garcia drunkenly bounce over to Y/N; they put their arms around her in a fit of giggles and smiles. Garcia’s arm extends around JJ’s neck and she lets out a loud announcement for a “Selfie” or rather what Spencer can only assume is a photograph of the three of them. The phone, even though Spencer does have some disdain for the invention, sure does serve its purpose. In all the light rays bouncing around and the blinding flash, pure magic happens. Spencer is aware that it makes him sound like a total sap, but he’s jealous of the phone. He’s jealous that his eidetic memory may only allow him to remember the Y/N’s notes in the margins of her case file or the annual “Happy Birthday, Genius” on a Hallmark card once a year. What he would give to just be able to capture her in the light of company, not hanging on to fleeting memories in the shadows.

Lost in his thoughts, Spencer does not notice an unusually drunk Unit Chief wandering over to the empty chair next to him. All of his awkwardness, Spencer is not sure if he should acknowledge his drunken boss or stop staring at his secret girlfriend. It’s at time like these that Spencer resorts to reciting Crime and Punishment or 100 Years of Solitude either seem ironically appropriate. 

“Reid,” Hotch says, leans in close, far too close for the usual uptight and business-like Aaron Hotchner that Spencer has grown to know. 

“Hotch?” Spencer answers, his voice laced with trepidation and anxiety. 

“You gotta stop staring at Y/L/N. You’re gonna rat on yourselves if you don’t stop staring at her like that,” Hotch tells him, his breath might smell like whiskey, but his eyes tell Spencer that he’s a lot more sober than he seems. 

“Like what?” Spencer counters, choosing to play dumb at best as he could, or at least just slightly clueless. 

“That doesn’t work on me, Reid. You should stop looking at her like you love her,” 

Spencer looks at his boss, at Y/N, and back at his drink. Was he seriously that transparent? 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hotch. Y/N and I are-” 

“Spence! Spencer!,” Y/N shouts as she practically runs over to where Spencer sits with Hotch, watching the rest of the team. 

It’s like Hotch isn’t even there anymore, it’s like no one is even there. God, it might sound sappy, but Spencer doesn’t care anymore. It’s going to kill him playing it like he doesn’t care about Y/N, especially considering he’s doing a mediocre job. 

“I have a really bad headache, Spence. And I need you to take me home,” Y/N asks him, and Spencer notices an eager glint in her eyes that tells him all he needs to know. 

“Keep this between us please, Hotch? Just until we figure it out,” Spencer almost pleads to Hotch who answers with a dismissive wave. He leaves them there to figure out their plans to sneak out of Garcia’s undetected. 

“Hotch knows? Of course you know,” Y/N says with a roll of her eyes and a quick wink at Spencer, whose growing embarrassment from the situation is only second to his excitement at the night to come. 

“Spence, go say goodbye for me? I’m going to head to your car. You really gotta sell that I’m feeling sick,” Y/N tells him, standing a little too close and dipping her hand a little too low on Spencer’s waist for this to be a friendly gesture to any of their friends that might pass by. She takes a peak around the room and reaches her hand into Spencer’s pocket. He gives her a startled glance, but they both know that the thrill of sneaking around like this is kind of worth it. 

As Y/N ducks out of the room, Spencer makes his way to where Emily, JJ, Garcia, and Derek sit at the kitchen table taking shots of a clear liquid Spencer thinks is tequila. Great, Spencer thinks. Him and his secret girlfriend, who as far as the team knows is his best friend, have to sneak out of Garica’s place in front of a pile of loud drunks. Spencer feels his phone buzz, altering him that there is a very impatient Y/N waiting in the car for him  

“Uh, Garcia, Y/N’s got a really bad headache. I think it’s an onset of one of her migraines that she gets from red wine,” Spencer lies through his teeth, completely terrified from the way Emily glares at him. It’s like she can see right through him.

“So you’re taking her home?” Derek asks, speeding along the process and for that Spencer considers himself forever grateful. 

“Yeah, you know we are neighbors after all,” Spencer reasons. 

The awkward silence in the kitchen is only interrupted by JJ’s quiet humming to the song that plays in the background. Derek and Emily share a knowing glance as Penelope starts pouring the next round of shots. 

“I’ll see you guys on Monday, Y/N is waiting for me in the car,” Spencer says without a further glance to his very perceptive colleagues. 

“You go take care of Y/N, Pretty Boy!” Derek yells as Spencer walks out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him, perhaps a little too eagerly. 

When Spencer gets to his car, he stops himself before opening the door. In the light from the lamppost, Spencer can see his reflection in the back window of his car. He runs a hand through his hair and attempts to fix the crookedness of his tie. Smiling to himself, Spencer gets into the driver’s seat of his car and is greeted by Y/N, who even in the dark makes him feel alive. 

“Hey,” he offers nervously. Even though they’ve been together loads of times, there is a tingle of intimidation that settles in his heart everytime she looks at him. 

Never the one to shy down from a confrontation, Y/N leans in and places her hand gracefully on Spencer’s neck and her face looms close to his ear. Her voice is low and seductive and Spencer swears he can feel himself melt at the feeling of her being this close and him able to touch her. He brings his hands up to rest, one on her upper thigh, placed bravely under the slip of her silk dress, and the other draws circles around her elbow.. 

“Spencer, I need you to drive us home,” Y/N tells him a voice that Spencer knows he could never deny. 

He doesn’t answer her, because the silence speaks for itself. They can hear all they need to know in the silence. The quiet way that their bodies seem to just gravitate to each other. Spencer’s hand cups Y/N’s thigh and her fingers graze the back of Spencer’s neck. It’s those quiet touches that tell the other what they are too afraid to say aloud. 

The quietness settles between them even as they pull into the parking spot. It’s like they’re dance partners, completely a routine of sneaking in the shadows effortlessly. Or like they’re actors in a play, pretending that they’re not dying to play the role in reality. It’s a dangerous game that they play. But all of that is forgotten, pushed to the side as Spencer opens the door and the curtain rises. 

Y/N initiates the kiss, pushing Spencer down on the couch. She straddles his waist, her silky green dress spills over her thighs and Spencer is in awe of how the color contrasts against her bare skin. He’s not an artist, but looking at her he’s sure he has laid his eyes on the most beautiful being he’s ever seen. He might not believe in magic, it’s all just science and mind tricks, but he’s nothing but transfixed at the women sitting in his lap. 

“Spencer, please get these clothes off,” Y/N commands in a voice that gives away how badly she wants him. 

“Wait your turn, Y/N” Spencer says in a teasing tone that brings out Y/N’s sly smile. 

“Then do something!” Y/N shouts, getting even more impatient than she was in the car. 

“You’re so beautiful like this, I-I mean you’re always so beautiful, but you’re just so-” Spencer stammers over his words, and the only thing he’s sure of is that his insecurity is the biggest turn off. But Y/N continues to surprise him each and everyday, and tonight is no less. 

“Slow down, baby. It’s just me. There’s no need to go so fast right now. We have all night,” Y/N soothes, craning down her neck to plant wet kisses down Spencer’s neck. She’s probably leaving marks, Spencer thinks, but his desire to be seen as her’s outweighs the teasing from Morgan on Monday. 

The fact that it’s Y/N perched in his lap, kissing down his neck and wiggling around in a way that she can feel everything does nothing to fend off the adrenaline that Spencer’s high off of. 

“I need to see your face,” Spencer says holding her by the shoulders. He reaches around her as she leans back to unzip her dress. She stands so it falls to the ground in a pool of dark green fabric. Her body is out in the open to him and Spencer’s flushed face must be on fire by now. 

“I need to see your face, Spencer,” Y/N says in a way that Spencer knows that he can’t disobey. 

There’s that silence again. That loud silence, filled with lines of unsaid love poems and quiet love songs. The silence that says the perfect things that Y/N deserves to hear, but Spencer is too scared to say. Three months too soon to say, I love you, Spencer tells himself. His mind spins so fast that he feels guilty for neglecting the naked woman standing before him. 

“If you’re gonna fuck me Spence, we’re gonna do it in a bed. I love you and all but this couch is not going to handle me when I get a hold of you,” Y/N says as she runs off into his bedroom, leaving Spencer dumbfounded in her wake. 

Spencer swallows down his fears and anxieties. He sheds his clothes off during his walk to the bedroom. Y/N lies down on his bed and Spencer won’t let the silence speak for him this time. 

“How are you this perfect, Y/N?” Spencer asks as he crawls in between Y/N’s legs. He rests his hands on her upper thighs and looks at her like expects her to answer his question. Spencer dips his fingers down to the place Y/N wants him the most. In the low light from Spencer’s lamp he can see how his fingers glisten. 

“You took too long at Penny’s Spence, I had to start without you,” Y/N explains, a slight flush to her cheeks reminds Spencer that she too is just as affected by him as he is by her. 

“You touched yourself in my car?” Spencer asks pressing a firm kiss on each side of Y/N hip bones. He dances his long fingers up to her stomach, where her own hands sit as if she’s shielding this part from him. 

“Yeah,” Y/N tells him, slightly breathless from the small kisses Spencer places on her stomach and back down to the softest part of her inner thighs. He tells himself that he’s got to slow himself down before he loses it at the site Y/N wriggling and moaning at his smallest touches. 

“I left you a present in your glove compartment, Spence,” 

“Huh, who knew I had such a naughty girl,” Spencer says with an unfamiliar bravery in his voice. Unsurprisingly, Y/N picks up on this and decides to see how far she can take it. 

“I have needs, Spencer. Do you think you can take care of them?” 

Spencer doesn’t respond, but ducks his head down to drag his tongue across her clit, feeling how wet she is. He refuses to break eye contact and realizes how obsessed he would get if she’d let him do this for the rest of his life. Spencer’s eyes carefully watch how Y/N’s facial expressions morph in intense pleasure. It’s like a science experiment. When he plunges his tongue into her, she closes her eyes. But when he blows softly on her inner thighs then leaves hot, wet kisses her fingers come up to latch onto his scalp. He peers at her and waits for the way she moans when he slips one, then two fingers in her. He curls them up in such a way that he knows drives her crazy. 

“Oh my God, Spencer! Please,” Y/N cries, twisting in the sheets. He continues at the pace he’s set, chasing the blissful feeling of her coming undone because of him. The moments leading up to her release, Y/N tears her hand away from Spencer’s head and connects her palm into his. Holding her hand, Spencer whispers praises and presses small kisses into her pussy. 

“Come here and kiss me now, baby. I need you,” Y/N whispers, grasping onto whatever parts of Spencer she could touch. Her fingers move to cup his face and she holds him like he’s made of glass. In between the soft sheets and even softer touches, Spencer knows what it’s like to feel precious. Y/N cranes her head forward to attack Spencer’s neck with kisses. She relishes in the soft and supple skin of his neck. Once again, Spencer finds himself not caring that she’s going to leave marks. 

“How are you this perfect, Spencer?” Y/N asks Spencer, who for the first time in his life does not have an answer for a question. 

He closes his and lets himself float around in the fuzzy feeling in his brain. All he can focus on is Y/N’s mouth. The way her praises make him believe in forever and the way her kisses litter his cheeks, eyes, chest. 

“You’re the perfect one, Y/N. I don’t even compare,” Spencer says as he watches Y/N twist underneath him and somehow maneuver herself so he lies beneath her. 

“None of that, Spencer” She tells him sharply. Y/N drags her nails down Spencer’s chest, not leaving scratches, just light discoloration. Her head and mouth is dangerously close to where his hardened cock lays leaking between his legs. 

She grasps around the base and just gingerly touches him that Spencer is sure he’s going to be blinded from the pleasure. Suddenly he feels almost self conscious. His anxiety is not unknown to Y/N, who lays a comforting hand in his, mirroring her earlier motion. 

“You don’t have to Y/N. I mean if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to think just because I’m your boyfriend and I did it for you-” Spencer rushes out, terrified of what Y/N’s reaction will be. 

“Look at me, Spencer. Do you want me to suck your cock, baby? Look at me,” Y/N says in a voice that Spencer doesn’t recognize and doesn’t dare ignore. 

“Yes,” he breathes out, his voice shakes as he feels Y/N’s mouth take in his tip. He hisses at the sensation. The smallest movements set him on fire. Spencer’s large hands come up to hover over Y/N’s shoulder blades.

“Don’t be quiet, baby. I want to hear you,” Y/N says before she deepens her hold of. She releases him to glide her younger down the side, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure in Spencer’s entire being. 

“You like that, Spencer. You like my mouth on your cock, baby?” Y/N eggs him on. 

Even though he’s lost the ability to speak, Spencer’s moans bounce around the room. He knows he’s a whimpering mess below Y/N, but he’s chasing the feeling of release shamelessly. 

“Y/N, Y/N. Baby, you gotta stop. Or I’m gonna cum right now,” Spencer chants, tightening his grip on Y/N’s hand. He forces himself to calm down to focus on Y/N, but it’s a little difficult when all Y/N is focusing on him. 

Spencer sat up, his back against the headboard, and he pulled Y/N forward so she rested in his lap. She grins up at him, and Spencer can feel his heart squeeze at the look. She’s going to be the death of him, but at least he’ll die a happy man. 

Much to Y/N’s pleasure, Spencer lets out a lewd moan as she grinds down, pressing her wet pussy to his throbbing cock. He feels a little ridiculous getting so worked up and she’s not even inside him yet. 

“Please, Y/N. I need you, I’m not going to last long,” Spencer utters. He says her name like a prayer, it’s a hymn to her ears. 

“I got you, Spence,” she tells him, sheathing his length into her. 

Spencer pulls Y/N in closer so that their chests are flush together. Among the chorus of moans and mumbles of praise, Spencer reaches down to hold Y/N’s hand. He’s not a believer in soulmates. He was sure that he’d never find his match. Never find the one person who’d share his dreams and become his dream. But sitting there, Spencer cannot deny that he’s tethered to Y/N. Their hands link together and mouths refuse to let go, searching for any exposed skin. 

“Spencer,” Y/N groans, leaning her forehead into his. She looks into his eyes and Spencer dares to wonder if her eyes are glassy because of him. It’s magic how someone like her can make a believer, a dreamer out of a man afraid of living. 

Spencer closes his eyes in pure ecstasy. Y/N sucks along the tender skin of his chest, causing him to flush at her ministrations. He can feel her tighten inside him, so he snakes his fingers down to stroke her clit, exciting moans and more fervent kisses along his chest and up to his ear. 

“Just like that, Spence. You’re so perfect my sweet boy,” 

“Y/N, cum on me, cum on me baby,” Spencer cries, finally able to let go as he feels himself come undone underneath Y/N.

Spencer’s whimpers and constant moans set Y/N over the edge. She mewled into Spencer’s shoulder, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. As her orgasm rakes over her body, Y/N tugs on Spencer’s hair, suddenly quite happy he’s keeping it almost shoulder length. 

Both of them feel their bodies come back to life, their breathing steadies and their hearts seem to beat a little bit slower. Gone were the array of moans. Gone was the burning desire to chase their release. Gone was the sound of praise. All that stands between Spencer and Y/N is the silence. The silence that says quite enough for them. 

The silence that’s braver than Spencer. 

He’s quiet as Y/N flops to his side, entirely spent and tired from the company of friends and strenuous activities that just transpired. 

“I know what you’re thinking, Spence” She offers, turning to her side to look at him. He gives her a straight faced smile, unsure of how to approach the subject. He knows that she knows what he’s thinking about, sometimes even before he’s thinking about it. 

“I meant it, Spencer. I really do love you,” Y/N professes, finally breaking the silence. Spencer swallows as his eyes scan the girl before him. 

“You’re my best friend, Y/N,” Spencer says quietly, and suddenly realizes that it’s probably not what a girl who just confessed her love for you wants to hear. But he knows that Y/N understands-- she understands him. 

“What I mean is, I want midnight coffee nights with you. I want small talk and deep conversations and everything in between,” Spencer says quickly. “I want you in secret Y/N, but I want you in public too,” 

Spencer watches his confession settle into Y/N’s face. He’s scared for the rejection, for the daylight to break on his dream.

“I’ve waited for you to say that for so long, Spence,” She says, leaning in to close the gap between their naked bodies. Spencer pulls her in to rest his chin on top of Y/N’s head. It’s comforting being there, feeling her heartbeat in the tune of his own. He feels safe, wrapped up around in Y/N.

They’re sweaty and smell like sex, but Spencer doesn’t care. His hair is messy and he’s exhausted, but Spencer doesn’t care. His neck and chest are littered with lovebites and marks, but Spencer doesn’t care. After months of running around in the shadows, months of letting the unsaid say what he desperately wants to say, months of being patient but dying with anticipation, Spencer doesn’t care. Spencer doesn’t care because on Monday morning, Y/N won’t drop his hand when they walk into the bullpen. 

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a regular thing

fuse (ct-8902) x reader

wc: 1.7 k

warnings: alcohol consumption!! some explicit language, maybe some mentions/references to sexual situations

art used is by jangofctts!!!!!! fuse and the rest of the sunburst squadron also belong to jangofctts!! this is because keida ( @jangofctts ) as well as danielle ( @jango-fettish ) REFUSE to let the sunburst squadron be happy, so now i have to step in ugh, ridiculous. anyways enjoy!

Damn. You forgot how gorgeous Fuse’s smile was. 

It had only been a year since you wandered back onto your assigned base to find your squad was missing a member. Not dead, your commander had told you, just not here. There were snide comments, remarks told under breaths and in languages you neither spoke nor understood. They didn’t need some fucking mechanic trying to start a fight because a transferred clone had been insulted. 

Your commander - Fang, all sharp words and crooked smiles, a man you were nervous to talk to in the first place, let alone push him on a topic he didn’t want to continue talking about - had told you to leave it, leave him be. This was for the best. 

So you did. You left the thought of him behind on base, closing off the memories you carried in your chest to rot and slowly starve. Hopefully, one day, they’d be nothing, and you could finally wash Fuse off like the rest of the grease stains that littered your hands. 

That was so kriffing difficult, though. Every blaster fire, every stray explosion no one had planned for on the field, Maker, even a fly-away spark, and you felt sick. You missed him, you missed his warmth so much. You felt his absence in your fucking bones, your body physically ached. You worried, how was he supposed to stay alive without you watching his six? How was he supposed to get out of the trouble he caused without someone like you, someone who wasn’t hell bent on pissing off their commanders and brothers?

And how were you supposed to do anything without your partner in crime - without someone to ease your fears and anxieties, to calm you down so you could fix one last wire on the last speeder needed to get away from the Seppies. 

A unit - a duo. And now, you were alone. 

Stumbling upon him like that, watching him scrub the red off the plastoid armor… if you hadn't known better, you would have thought maybe something like the Force had brought you together. You supposed the Force had also pulled you apart, too, but-

Now here he was. 

Getting his ass to come with you to a club was easy enough. All you had to do was pay for his drinks - maybe it had been a year, give or take some time, but Fuse was still Fuse. 

Empty shot glasses littered the table. This late into the night, you weren’t really sure how many you had, you didn’t really remember much. Everything existed in a haze, a bright and vibrant dream. The music was almost too loud to hear your own thoughts, let alone the person you came here with. The patrons of the nightclub moved about, but the only person you wanted to focus on was right in front of you, a wide grin stretched over his cheeks — you never noticed the dimples in his cheeks, or the handful of freckles over the bridge of his nose. Up close, and with only him to transfix on, every detail was explicit and bright, the warmth radiating off of him feeling more like fire than a gentle spark. 

The feelings you tried to push away, the real reason you were so upset that you never looked for him, the fear that nothing would be reciprocated, all of it, it came roaring to the forefront of your drunken mind. He was beautiful, like a violent sunset, all fiery reds and deep oranges — you felt the panic flooding through you as you remembered that every sun crawls behind the horizon, leaving a cold and dark night in its absence. Nothing was forever. 

You tried to say his name, but it came out crooked and garbled, a mess of syllables and vowels, it didn’t sound correct. “Fuse,” you tried again. Better, but your words still slurred. 

Now it was his turn to say your name, and Maker, it made your chest ache. 

“I—” Did you want to tell him? You couldn’t un-ring this bell, you couldn’t go back. What if Fuse was still hurt and wanted nothing to do with you, what if—

You didn’t know when you were going to see him again. For all you knew, his new squadron was moving out in the moving, being shipped out to another moon or a Inner Rim planet, He would be gone just as soon as you had him again, and if this was it… 

“Hey,” you tried to shout over the music, “I love you.”

“What?” Fuse shook his head. “I can’t hear you, what?”

“I missed you,” you said. He rolled his eyes, but his smile grew a little bit brighter, and his eyes looked softer. For a moment, the past was forgotten and your Fuse was back. Every transgression had been forgotten, and for this bright and shining minute, you were better. 

“I missed my favorite cockroach,” Fuse laughed. “We have to do this again, huh?”

You tried not to be upset that you couldn’t say it, couldn’t fucking tell him. You wanted so badly for him to understand why you didn’t look for him. Fang was a terrifying commander, sure, but you and Fuse had gone around him and his orders before. No, the reason you didn’t look for him because you thought Fang was right, this was for the best. You couldn’t really be with Fuse, even if he did feel similarly. 

“I can’t let you go,” you said. “Not again.”

Fuse wasn’t sure — chalk it up to the whiskey, or maybe to the fact that Fuse had never paid close enough attention to you, to the way you looked at him like that, with eyes that almost looked misty, with a tight little frown forming on your sweet mouth - but to him, this felt so much deeper than the normal shallow of your relationship. This was not cut and dry, what you two had was not simple. Maybe it had never been simple. 

“So, yeah, this is gonna be a regular thing,” you added quickly. 

Fuse nodded. He didn’t want to think about what you meant. If you pushed on it, sure, you both could have that conversation. But he wasn’t running head first to be burned by you again. You could call the shots, and Fuse would follow. 

“Alright,” he said, shooting you half of a grin. “Fine by me, cockroach.”

You took a breath, glancing away for a moment. The lights around you glowed neon pink and purple, a haze of color and sound and life — your life had revolved around the war. You didn’t know where you would be without it. Out of a job you supposed, but then, you wouldn’t have Fuse, or any of his brothers. All the same, it was nice to get drunk in a dreamy club and pretend like you were normal sometimes. You could pretend that you were a normal civilian, and that you weren’t required to be on a military base in the morning, preparing for another battle, another violent and miserable day. You could imagine a life with someone, maybe with Fuse - making caf in a cramped kitchen space in a small apartment in the Inner Rim. You and Fuse could open a shop, maybe something repairing vessels, or blowing them up, fuck, none of the details mattered. The more you thought about it, the more you just wanted a normal life with Fuse. You wondered if he had ever thought about a normal life with you too - you really hoped so. 

When you looked back at him, Fuse was already staring at you - dark eyes and parted lips, his brow was furrowed up. Some dark thought was eating at his thoughts, tearing through him and overwhelming senses. You wanted to help him, you wanted to take his mind off of everything, you just wanted to heal. 

You worked with machines — you knew how to retire and reprogram and fix things to make it run smoothly. Fuse was not a machine, and he was not made of wires and parts. You didn’t know what to do to fix things, if there was even a way to fix the damage. 

Fuse leaned forwards, just a fucking hair closer, but it was enough to make it hurt. This was too much, he was too bright and too much, and you were suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to touch him. 

“Can I kiss you?” You stumbled over your words, and you were worried he couldn’t hear you again, but—

He surged forwards to reach you, his hands flying to cradle your head. Fuse’s lips were warm against yours, his belts were warm, he was so fucking warm, you felt alive. Every breath you stole between soft groans and nips of teeth came easy, releasing the tension that had been building in your chest all night. His tongue grazed along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, and this was home.

How many times did you think about kissing Fuse like this? How many times did you imagine his hands instead of your own? This was everything you could have ever wanted, everything you needed from Fuse. You missed him so much, thought about him every moment, but this was worth it. Fuse could burn you in every way he knew how, and you would probably deserve it, but you would brave it all to kiss him again.  

“Can this be our regular thing too?” You whispered against his mouth. Fuse pulled away for a second, and you almost were afraid that he was about to say no. But he moved forwards again, silencing all worry in your mind as he kissed you again. 

“Yeah, it can be,” Fuse answered you. He wouldn’t mind at all if kissing you like this was a regular occurrence. His thoughts weren’t in order — not that he had excellent ideas sober either, but he couldn’t quite figure out how to sneak you onto base without Blanche or Blue catching wind of it. Fuse was trying to come up with a plan, something that no one would notice. That would be hard, especially if Sweets was on patrol for the night- 

It didn’t matter, he decided as you tugged on his bottom lip, your gentle hands crawling up his thighs. It really didn’t matter at all — his brothers would be fine with it, or they would get over it. Fuse just wanted you, and now that he had you? Nothing could take his little bug away from him. 

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Hiraeth (m.)

Hiraeth - A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.

Pairing - Jung Jaehyun x reader

Genre- Angst, Smut.

Word count - 3.37k (i got carried away while writing i am so sorry)

Warning- extremely thick skulled y/n, smut, unprotected sex (be cautious irl!), super angsty, not so happy ending. I felt like cutting a bitch throughout the writing process because of y/n.

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Summary- You walk away from the only home you were comfortable in.

Showing up at Jaehyun's house with tears running down your face isn't a new thing. 

A habit that dated back to when the two of you were in the final year of high school. You found out the hard way that your excuse of a boyfriend had never really liked you. There, the one person who you found comfort in, Jaehyun was ready with his arms wide open, for you to come in so that he could hold you tight, only for you to slip out of his grip.

It was a thing between Jaehyun and you. Get your heart broken, heal it in each other's warmth, be fine for a while and then repeat. 

Jaehyun was the least heartbroken among the two of you. He knew that you needed each other, not just at night, not just for relief, but to put both your broken pieces together. A little too late at realising that but at least he did. Unlike you. 

The first night things got heated between the two of you, he had mentioned not wanting anything more than healing time with you, he was young, wild and stupid the day he said that and it stuck to you. 

You're fine with that, it's doable until you see Jaehyun all over another female, seeking the same attention he'd wanted from you, you wanted him, you knew that, but the constant fear of having your heartbroken once again, made you turn deaf ears at almost everything he'd said till date, something along the lines of wanting more than just lust. 

And it became a routine like that, but it was getting harder and harder for Jaehyun to just stand there and see you cry.

It wasn't even that you had deep feelings for him, it was just a mere infatuation you'd say, so thinking that he should reserve himself all for you was too much to ask for. 

"Y/n" Jaehyun rasped out, flopping down beside your worn out body, watching as you drift away into your subspace the minute after he'd gotten you off. 

"Y/n..?" Once again, this time, you turned around to face him, slightly nodding your head for him to continue, but he didn't. He looked straight at you, watching your glazed eyes with his eyebrows raised.

He said nothing, just pulled you in towards his sweat covered body, you didn't mind, it was the same with yours so it's fine. 

The moment you felt his warmth the second time that night, platonically this time, you broke into a fit of sobs. 

He pulled your body in closer, almost on top of his, "Am i that pathetic? Don't i have what it takes for someone to stay for longer than a month or so?" he shushed you, sitting up, resting his back on the headboard, pulling you into his lap, rocking you back and forth. 

"I don't understand it, Jae. Is it my looks? Or my behavior? What about my attitude?-" you ask between hiccups, all rhetorical questions. But Jaehyun hates seeing you doubt yourself over guys you dated, even though you were way out of their league. 

"I feel so awful Jae, i don't know what t-to think, i don't k-know what to say, i don't know a-anything and t-that makes me feel s-so, so awful-" he continued to rock you, pulling you in for a soft kiss, gulping down your choked sobs. "Don't princess, you know they're not worth it.. " and they really weren't, hell he wasn't sure if he was either. 

But he knew you felt home with him, you were just.. A little scared. You needed someone to constantly remind you of your worth and he wanted to be that someone. "Jae, i don't want to be alone, i really don't want to, it-it hurts a little more each time."

You sob harder into the nape of his neck. "and you don't have to be, y/n..you have me" he said, but you were too occupied to hear him say it. 

Minutes later, your sobs came to a halt, eyelids weighing down, tired from the intercourse before and the breakdown, but sober enough to hear Jaehyun pour his heart out. 

Feeling your breath calm down, breathing now normal, Jaehyun let out a sigh, "You don't realize Y/n..I was, am and will forever be there for you. Just you're not in the state to take another confession. But until you're ready, know that I love you. I just wish we could turn back time so you wouldn't have just found comfort in my body.." and that's when you think he's exhausted from your constant crying. 

And here you were, walking down the neighborhood to his house, a week after his confession, a week after you said something you regret, a week after you left him heartbroken. 

You felt stupid, you've been pushing him away all along, maybe it was for the best, maybe it was because you felt he didn't need another burden as such, or maybe you really didn't feel anything for him. Maybe, just maybe. 

It wasn't right from your end. Having the boy waste his life in mending your pieces. You didn't make it obvious that you heard his true feelings for you, but you gave hints.

You ring the bell, hearing a 'coming!' from the other end. You weren't crying, instead you had a huge smile on your face, that was a pleasant surprise for Jaehyun. 

"Y/n, Hey" he said, opening the door wider to let you step in, instead the moment you see him, you crash your lip onto his, you needed this. He stumbled back from the impact, hands automatically finding your waist but he didn't return the action. And that made you conscious.

He tugged at your waist, pulling you back, catching his breath as you chased after his lips. "Jae, just-" you lean in again, "wait y/n no-" he pulled away yet again, now tears finally started to form by your waterline. "d-don't you want me anymore?" "y/n that's not it-" "is it the same reason as the other guys, Jae?-" "You know that's not it-" "I'm sorry I'm not good enough-" "y/n listen-" "Jaehyun i thought-" "for god's sake Y/n listen to me!" he screamed, gripping your shoulder, shaking you in order to get you out of your trance. 

"Y/n listen to me.." his guilt starts kicking in, feeling bad that he shouted at you. "Why doesn't anyone like me Jae?" you ask, voice feeble. 

"Let me do the talking and you just listen alright?" you hum back in response, letting him guide you towards the couch situated at the middle of his living room. 

He pulled you into his lap after sitting down, something he did almost every day. "Why do you think no one likes you princess?" Jaehyun asked. 

you lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder, "no one does, why would they? Reason you ask? Because I'm Y/n" you reply, your sobs not completely dying down, but a little less frequent than before. "I like you, Y/n. I don't know how much of it you're going to believe, but i really like you, because you're Y/n" 

There it was, his second confession in the span of a week. "you don't. Y-you can't" you try getting up from his lap, but he held you down, he wasn't going to let you run away this time. "I do and I can. I always have Y/n" he pulled you back to look at your face, watching your expression contort into a frown. "you shouldn't Jae, I'm sorry-" "you say you want someone to stay for more than just a month, yet here you are, pushing me away". Jaehyun sighs as he sees you tearing up again. You shook your head, "I don't deserve you.. " "Stop deciding what i deserve and i don't, Y/n" 

He took your hands into his, "you don't want to be heartbroken you said, so let me protect it, yeah?" he said, his voice soft. You think of it for a while, 

You're gonna be heartbroken again.

He's the same as the others. 

You don't deserve him

You're not worthy of having someone like him in your life.

He's saying it out of pity.

"No. I'm really, really sorry Jaehyun. You deserve so much better. I don't want you to be wasting your life on someone like me." you said, getting up from his lap, making your way towards the door, walking out before he could even stop you. And you made a promise to yourself that you'd never go back there again, because it will only end up, hurting both of you. Mainly Jaehyun. 

But promises are meant to be broken, right?

So here you are, not even five days after the incident at Jaehyun's house, having pressed Jaehyun onto the wall the moment you stepped in with tear filled eyes. This time around though, he didn't resist. Maybe he knew something would change after today, something either beneficial for the pair of you, or something that'll leave you craving for each other's warmth once again

Kissing, turned make out session as the tables turned, you up by the wall, Jaehyun had his crotch pressed against yours. The kiss wasn't rushed, it was rather slow, lust flowing from your end and feelings from his as he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip for access, which you gladly granted him. 

"Y/n.." he moaned out against your lips, as your hands, oh so softly made its way down his chiselled chest, to his toned middle, finally at his erection. Before you could slip your hands into his grey sweats, he took a hold of your hand, breaking the kiss as the two of you gasped for air, his hands gripped the back of your thighs, adding pressure there signaling you to jump and you obliged. 

With you in his arms, head buried in his neck, marking territory, he made his way to his room, opening the door with one hand, carefully not to drop you. "Jae..hurry" you said, giddy from the feeling between your legs. Jaehyun stumbled his way into the room, closing the door behind him, as he walked towards the bed "Patience, baby". 

He placed you down on the bed softly, placing a soft kiss on your lips before leaving a trail of kisses from the back of your ear, to your neck, nibbling at a particular spot where you let out a louder moan. 

He pulled back, looking straight into your eyes, lifting you up slightly to remove the shirt from over your head. No matter how many times he's seen you naked before, he still couldn't get over how ethereal you looked, he wanted to prove it to you that you're much more than you credit yourself for, but you wouldn't let him, not with words that is, so he retorted to actions instead. 

He resumed leaving wet kisses from your breast, his hands making its way behind you, reaching for the hook of your bra, which he skilfully undid.

The moment the material slid off your shoulder, he attached his lips onto your perked up bud, shivers running down your spine one, due to the sudden exposure and two because of the circles he drew with his tongue. "Oh fuck.." moans after moans left your mouth as he gave equal attention to the neglected breast, twirling the bud between his fingers, while sucking on the other.

Jaehyun let out a growl due to your constant squirming, "Stay still, princess" he held you firm against the sheets, "then hurry up, Jae.. Please" you retort, impatiently. His hand left your chest, making its way down the side of your body, towards the waistband of your jeans, pulling it down and off your ankle before discarding it somewhere behind him. 

He lowered himself just a bit, to let his fingers slide into your panties in a more comfortable angle, feeling the wetness soak through the material "Fuck baby, you're so wet.." Jaehyun rasped, sighing in content as he felt how wet you were for him just from his kisses. He started drawing slow, long eights onto your clit, as you jerk forward, finally getting some attention in the part you needed it the most. "So so eager for me".

There's something about his voice, that has this impact on you, deep and low, admiration and equal want dripping from it.

"Ah! Jae, god-" you whimper, as he fastens his pace, you could've gotten off just that, but you wanted more. And he sensed that. Jaehyun collected some of your essence before sliding in a finger, pulling it out and putting it back in along with another finger, finding a steady pace in pumping in and out of you.

"Yes, baby just like that..fuck" you let out. He curled his fingers inside you, finding the spot that always had you come undone in seconds, but you held it in a little longer, wanting to savour the feeling of his fingers brushing against your wall.

When it got too much to hold in, you let out a loud moan, almost screaming even, coming undone, continuously chanting Jaehyun's name as he helped you ride out your orgasm, cooing at you when he kept going, the feeling a little overwhelming as you'd just gotten off.

"You're doing so good baby, you can take one more right?" he asked, not wanting to push your limits, pumping in a slower pace to not make it painful, which backfired. You were occupied with letting out lewd noises, unable to choke out a yes even, so you nod your head. He kissed your temple, resuming at the same pace, adding pressure onto your sensitive bud with his thumb, you thrashing around, still worn out from the last orgasm.

His pace quickened, attaching his lips back onto your nipples, throwing you off the edge as you came undone for the second time that night, this orgasm being much more powerful than the last, tears trickling down your cheek "Jaehyun! " 

He removed his hands from your core, standing up from the bed, placing it into his mouth, you watch him clean your juice from his fingers, squirming at the sight in front of you. Gasping for air, trying to stop your thighs from shaking, you look back up, seeing Jaehyun looking at you with so much fondness, but still fully dressed.

"Unfair, h-how I'm the only one naked here" you breathe out, only now releasing the death grip you had on the sheets. Jaehyun let out a chuckle, tugging his black shirt over his head and onto the floor, "Better?" he asked, clearly teasing. "no! Pants, off!" you whine out, though tired, you still wanted to feel him inside you. Just this once. 

Jaehyun wanted to waste no more time, immediately sliding his sweats off along with his boxer. Satisfied that he's just as bare as you, you sit up, crawling forward and tugging his hands, pulling him down onto the bed. Jaehyun realised what you wanted to do, so he held you by the waist firm onto the sheets shaking his head.

"But Jae-" you start your complaint, "no, let me take care of you" he said, cutting you off, looking with an almost pleading look, straight into your soul. You can't say no to that and so you nod. 

He placed one last kiss at the corner of your lips, turning back, reaching out to the side drawer to get a condom, you stop him. "Go raw.. It's fine" you say, voice hoarse from all the moaning. You see the doubt in his eyes, "are you sure?" he asked, voice soft. You give him an assurance that it's fine, as he positioned himself above you, one hand pumping his shaft, preparing to slide in, the other keeping his body from colliding on top of yours. 

Jaehyun looked at you as he aligned himself by your entrance, the tip poking in, your eyes shut tight to embrace yourself, "Look at me when i enter you, baby" he said, stopping half way in. 

You try moving your hips forward to take him in whole, but he pulled his hips back, and so you had no other choice than to force yourself to keep your eyes open. "such a good girl" he whispered by your ears, slowly sliding in the entire length with ease. He let out a groan from the tightness of your walls, slowly pulling out, and back in, to see if you were still sensitive from the previous two orgasms. 

Upon finding no signs of discomfort, he let himself pull out once again, slamming in with much force than before. "Fuck, Jae!" you moan out, a chain of curses leaving both of your lips. "how are you still this tight, baby?" Jaehyun growled, picking up a faster pace. You find yourself getting closer to the edge faster than you expected, clenching around his length a little more frequently than before, him letting out rough sounds at the feeling he felt around his member.

"J-jae-" was all you could get out, fingers dragging down his back, gripping harder when you felt his fingers find your clit once again "i know, can you hold it in just a little longer? I-fuck.. I'm close too" he picked up his pace, looking at you as your face scrunched up when you felt his tip brush against a particular spot, squirming and nodding your head nevertheless.

"Fuck baby.. I'm so close.. So so close" his fingers fastened the circles on your clit, his member twitching inside of you.

Jaehyun looked at you, you immediately knew what the question was going to be so you nod again. "c-come in me baby.." that was the final string, and you felt him release his seeds into your already dripping core, you following suit. He helped the two of you ride out your highs.. Slipping out panting, as you whine at the sudden loss of warmth, getting up, giving you a kiss on your forehead, before making his way towards the washroom. 

You did it again.

You went back to him when you promised you wouldn't. And you realised that a little too late. 

You were going to hurt him again. 

When he returns back from the washroom with a wet cloth in his hand, he finds you there, spaced out, tears once again making its way out of your eyes. He knew where this was going to go. Nevertheless, he made his way towards you. He placed the cloth, prying your thighs apart as you flinch away from his touch, taken off guard. 

"Just..let me clean you" he said and started cleaning you up. Face to your legs, cleaning all evidence of the previous activity. 

You sit up once he's done, bending down and taking his shirt, pulling it over your head, and sitting back down. Jaehyun walked out of his closet, in shorts and a new shirt, sitting beside you.

"Y/n.." he starts. 

"Don't, Jaehyun.." your voice cracking, 

"Why are you doing this to yourself..?" Jaehyun asked, clearly frustrated now.

"Because i don't want to be heartbroken Jae-" you say the same old reason again, he wasn't buying any of it. 

"Is it really being heartbroken that scares you or catching feelings?" he asked, raising his voice just a bit as he watched you get out of the bed, picking up your jeans that were previously thrown away, pulling it up your leg. You didn't respond to his question. But gave him the same look you gave five days ago. "I'm sor-" you start as you start making your way towards his door. 

"And you're running away..once again" he cut you off. You stood still by the door, scared to turn back and look at him. 

You hear Jaehyun let out a sigh. 

"Do you regret it?" he asked in a deep, soft voice.

This would do the work.

"Yes. I'm sorry Jae." and you walk out of the door and out onto the streets, already feeling homesick as you walk away from the only home you felt comfortable in. 

Jaehyun stared plain at the ceiling, feeling a tear slip out of his eyes, down his cheek 

Unrequited love is such a bitch.

[fablesrose]

Tell Me a Story 3

Summary: It’s go time

Word count: 2,188

Pairing: cop?!Dean x mafia!reader

Square filled: Crack

Warnings: shooting

Masterlist ~ Bingo Masterlist

A/n: For @girl-next-door-writes​ make me feel bingo. This only has a little bit of crack, but it was sure fun to write! One more part after this!

“Hey Angel.”

“Hey Hot Shot,” I smiled as I held my phone to my ear, the nicknames had settled in for us over the past couple of weeks, and I couldn’t deny that I liked using them. “The next monthly meeting is tonight, you ready to put on a show?”

He laughed, “Like it’s ever an act with you sweetheart.”

I snorted, “Yeah, sure.” I sighed, “Alright, for real though, be a loving boyfriend, but don’t be stupid.”

“Roger roger.”

“I guess I’ll meet you there.”

“Yup.” He hung up the phone promptly, leaving me in silence.

I rubbed my hands all over my face, “He’s a professional who’s only acting this way to make it natural and so he can get some sort of promotion. Don’t look too far into it. You’re probably going to go to prison anyway once this is all over with.” Despite telling myself this over and over, it really didn’t make a difference. I groaned and tried to force my face to relax from the smile I was wearing.

I banged my head once against a nearby wall, “Okay, time to get ready to get this over with.”

Before I knew it I was watching Dean pull up and park near my apartment as I walked to the meeting building.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your car?”

“Only every time you see her,” Dean fell into stride beside me.

“I thought we were gonna meet there.”

Dean grabbed my hand, “And how would that look, the boyfriend not escorting his very important girlfriend into an extremely dangerous crowd?”

“Fair point,” I squeezed his hand, smiling softly to myself.

The door squeaked as we opened it, giggling at nothing.

“Glad you love birds could join us.” Chuck sat at the front of the room, looking rather impatient.

I took my place, Dean beside me, and nodded soberly.

“Let’s begin.”

Naomi stepped forward, “Of course, sir. I have some things that need to be looked-”

“I don’t care about that,” Chuck waved his hand as he cut her off.

It took everything in me not to laugh.

“Some of my… sources, have told me that Doctor Hess wants to make a deal with me.”

There was a couple beats of silence before Meg got brave, “Uh, and who is that?”

“The leader of the Lettermen, obviously.”

The room erupted in laughter.

“Letterboys? Really?”

“Yes,” Chuck snapped at us, trying to shut us up, “and Y/n is going to set it all up.”

That sobered me up quickly, “Pardon?”

“You are going to set up the deal. You’re gonna be our middle man.”

I felt my insides shrivel. What he means is that I’ll be the scapegoat.

“Sir, I’d like to accompany her on this assignment if you don’t mind,” Dean said as he took a half step forward.

“I do mind. Starling will be working this alone, directly with me.”

“But sir-”

I placed a hand on his arm, “Dean.” I shook my head, telling him it wasn’t worth it.

He set his jaw and didn’t press any further.

“So, It’s settled then,” Chuck clapped his hands together once, “that’ll be all, you’re dismissed.”

I glanced at Naomi who looked annoyed at not getting her business done, but she wasn’t brave enough to get snapped at again.

It wasn’t much time later when me and Dean were walking back, alone again.

“Why did you do that?”

“Dean-”

“Why did you stop me from pairing up with you?”

“Because, you were doing a great job at being a loving boyfriend, but I also told you not to be stupid. What you were about to do was incredibly stupid.”

“So you’re gonna do it alone?!” Dean sounded angry, I wasn’t exactly sure why.

I turned to face him, “Yeah, I am! I’ve done stuff like this before, and I’ll have to do it again! But do you understand what this means for us??”

“No, I don’t.”

I grabbed him by the shoulders, “We can do something with this… Maybe I can…”

“We can do some sort of sting operation,” Dean quieted down like he was understanding.

“Exactly! I’ll set something up, I’ll feed you all the information...” I nodded my head, “we can do this.”

“Fine,” he turned and started walking again, “you’re still going to be doing most of this alone though.”

“Don’t worry Dean, I won’t mess it up.”

I thought I heard Dean mumble something, but I didn’t ask what it was. The rest of the walk was quiet until we reached where his car was parked.

I ran my hand along her, looking for scratches that didn’t exist.

“Stay safe, alright? I can’t be losing you now, Angel.”

“I will, don’t you worry Hot Shot.” I smiled at waved as he started her up and drove away.

Let’s cut to me probably doing something stupid, but it is the fastest way to get stuff done in these situations.

“I think you’re on the wrong side of town, ma’am.” A group of boys approached me as I walked a quiet street, deep in Lettermen territory.

I sighed, “You’re probably right, but I also heard through the grapevine that a Doctor Hess wants to make a deal. That ring any bells?”

They all glanced at each other before one addressed me, “Stay here.”

I leaned against a nearby building, choosing not to answer him vocally.

After a while, a man closer to my own age approached me.

“Doctor Hess?”

He laughed, “No, my name is Mick Davies. I’m more of a spokesperson. And I’m assuming you’re not Chuck.”

I smiled back at him, both of us keeping our distance, “Yeah, you wish. It’s Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

His smile dropped into a more serious expression, “You are correct when you mentioned a deal. Details are still in need of some finalizing, of course, but the basics are, if you share with us some of your… resources that we hear you have, helping us get on our feet, we’ll give you a part of the profits and keep our boys on our side of the line.”

“Intriguing...” This could be big. If I played my cards right, I could maybe bring down the mobs on both sides of the city. Now to play some cards… “If we come to an agreement of terms, Chuck wants a face to face settlement to seal the deal.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem.” He pulled out a card from his pocket, “My contact information, so we can work out the details before the deal.”

I stepped forward and took it, “Well, it’s been a pleasure, hope I see the least amount possible.”

“Likewise.”

And like that we both turned and went out opposite directions.

That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. Maybe this will be easy.

But now to convince Chuck.

“They want the sealing of the deal face to face or it won’t happen.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. Maybe this will be easy.

Now to tell Dean the good news!

“Dean, call me back.”

“Dean, I’ve got something to tell you.”

“Hot Shot, if you don’t answer this damn phone I swear I’m not going put this meeting up.”

Why was this not easy.

The meeting was set. It was to happen in an isolated location just outside of town, two weeks away. Chuck was going to bring the goods, loads of weapons and drugs. I had to be there to back Chuck up, as I’m sure Mick would be there to do the same for this Doctor Hess.

“Dean, I sent the information to your phone, please be there with as many men as possible. From your old job, just to be safe.”

I wanted to actually talk to him. I shouldn’t want that. I’ve gotten too close. It doesn’t matter anymore though. He’s stopped talking to me mid job. The worst case scenario is that I somehow get found out and killed. The absolute best case scenario is that everyone goes to jail except me. The one I was fearing most though was the one where I never see Dean again. Unfortunately there were a bunch of options where that happens.

I kept telling myself that it was just a job to him. That this would benefit him. That he would never want to associate with someone from the mafia in normal circumstances.

Maybe going to jail would be good for me.

My phone rang with an unknown number popping up on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey Angel, sorry, I broke my phone.”

“God dammit!” All that worrying for nothing. All the stress that he was somehow dead or leaving me to deal with Chuck by myself. Wasted.

“What?”

“I have been trying to reach you all day. I got the meeting set up, its in two weeks. I’ll send you the place. Both Chuck and Doctor Hess are going to be there with a metric ton of damning evidence in the form of illegal weapons and drugs.”

“That… is awesome!”

“I know right?? I’m gonna need you to bring in all your people.” I soaked it in for a couple of breathes, “I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he’s arrested.”

“You’re not going to be there.” His voice was firm, it was commanding like there was no room for argument.

“Dean...” I spoke regretfully, oh how I wish I could listen to him, “if I’m not there, this all falls apart. This isn’t a personal choice, I have to be there.”

“You could get hurt.”

“Same with every day of my life.”

He sighed, “Fine, but you’re gonna wear a wire so we can communicate.”

“Dean, Chuck may be stupid enough to let you in as a cop, and he may be stupid enough to do this meeting face to face, but he’s not stupid enough-” I paused, “I take that back, he may be that stupid.”

“So it’s settled, you’re going to wear a wire, and I’m gonna bring in all the law enforcement fire power you could ever dream of.”

I laughed, “Deal.”

The meeting came all too quickly. I was wearing a wire, like Dean asked me, but I did not enjoy it, it seemed to be all that was on my mind. Everyone arrived separately. It was decided that I would arrive first and scout out the area, kicking out any lurkers. Then Mick was to show, then the bosses.

Dean was talking in my ear, telling me that they were ready, that anytime now Chuck and Doctor Hess was going to be arrested.

“The profits of the supplies will be split 70/30 right?” Chuck was chatting with Doctor Hess, me and Mick farther out.

Hess huffed, “That’s hardly enough to cover our other expenses, 50/50 split.”

“Come on Doc, there has to be something in it for me, 60/40.”

Her stare was withering, but Chuck was always an idiot, “Fine.”

They shook on it and Chuck directed her to the product a little ways away.

“Chopper is coming in to get eyes, then we’ll fall in,” Dean said.

I hummed discretely to tell him I heard and started to glance around the dark sky, supposedly looking for stars.

Eventually the helicopter flew in with a spotlight shining down on us.

“Finally,” I spoke out loud, glad this was going to be over.

But I might have spoken a bit too loudly since Chuck pulled out a gun, “You bitch!”

I faced him, my arms crossed against my chest, “Been called a lot worse you motherfucker.”

“FBI! Drop the weapon!” Dean was at the front of the group in an FBI vest, aiming his gun at Chuck. The rest of the agents surrounded the area and quickly started arresting Hess and Mick.

Chuck hesitated, but in the end he shot at me. I tried to move quickly but he still grazed my shoulder. Chuck looked like he wanted to shoot me again, but Dean took two shots before he could, one to the hand holding the gun and another to his leg, effectively making him drop the gun and fall to the ground. Dean directed a couple of agents to Chuck while he ran over to me.

“Man, you really are a hot shot Hot Shot.” I laughed as I pressed a hand against my shoulder.

“I can’t believe you just stood there as Chuck aimed a gun at you. That is so dangerous,” he made sure I was comfortable before he called for a medic.

“Chuck isn’t that great with precision weapons, look, he just grazed me!” I laid my clean hand on his arm, “Thank you. This means so much to me, I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”

The medics came and started to push Dean back so she could get to me.

“You helped get Sam out, how ‘bout we stay in touch and we’ll call it even?”

I nodded, “You got it Hot Shot.”

“They’ll take good care of you, Angel.”

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[samthemarvelfan]

Goodbyes: Chapter Nine

Summary: Ella Monroe is the Avengers newest recruit, handpicked by Steve Rogers himself. Indebted to him for reasons unknown, Cap pairs her up with Bucky Barnes. He is tasked with training her to relearn and hone the skills that have long since rusted. Bucky is cold and distant, and Ella can’t seem to break through the wall he’s built up for decades. He sees something in her though, and it scares him to death. Has the fate of these two strangers been sealed? …or will they always be longing…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings: A N G S T, Bucky is a dick, slow burn, alcohol, flirting, swearing...there was one more thing, now what was it...oh yeah SMUUUTTT.

A/N: Hey quarantine pals! I hadn’t planned to get this chapter up this early, but if it helps any of you escape the current situation we’re all in, then I’m all for it! Please enjoy! This chapter is a long one, but worth it, I promise! Sadly, this story will soon coming to an end, but I can’t wait to show you all my next work! As always, any feedback is so appreciated!

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Your heels were abandoned before you hit the elevator.

Bucky was no where to be found. He has somehow managed to disappear in the 60 seconds it took you to make your way out of the party.

“Fucking super soldier...” You grumble under your breath.

You figure he’d probably gone back to his room like the petulant child he was being, so you jumped in the elevator, heading for your floor.

You were in the middle of rehearsing what to say to him when the doors opened. Peeking down the dimly lit hallway, your eyes landed on the body moving quickly in your direction.

You stepped out of the elevator, hearing the doors close slowly behind you before you took another step. You stealthily pressed the lower level button, sending the lift all the way to the bottom floor.

Bucky appeared before you, the anger and frustration obvious on his face; but you weren’t going to let him avoid you...not this time.

“Move.” He said harshly, his cerulean eyes glaring at you.

“No.” You reply confidently, standing your ground.

“For fucks sake, Ella...” he tried to step by you, but you grabbed his wrist.

That’s when you spotted the bottle of whiskey held firmly in his hand; already 3/4 of the way gone.

“When did you drink that?” You asked, worry coating your words.

He smirks and takes another swig. “Nabbed it from the bar on my way up.”

You’d scoff shaking your head, “You’re unbelievable.”

Bucky lets out a laugh, “Oh I’m unbelievable?” He takes a step closer to you, and you smell the alcohol on his breath.

Your face heats up from your own semi-drunken state, and you step back from him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask.

“You know what the fuck it means, Ella.” He slurs. “Why are you here? Why did you follow me? Won’t Steve be missing you?”

There it is.

Your plan to make Bucky jealous had indeed worked, but now it seemed like it was backfiring.

He moves to walk past you back down the hallway towards his room, but you follow him.

“What about you? Won’t Nat wonder where her date went?” You ask, bitterness evident on your tongue.

Bucky stops abruptly and turns around, “What was that Els?” He asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Just...forget it. Give me the whiskey, Bucky.” You reach out to snatch it from him, but he quickly yanks his arm back, and chugs the rest of it.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!” You yell.

He laughs, stepping close to you, handing you the now bone-dry bottle, “Please, with my metabolism, I’ll burn it off in 20 minutes. Unlike those shots you were downing all night.”

Your frustration is at its peak now. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?” He asks with disdain.

“This! You’re being an asshole for no reason!” You shout, the alcohol dissolving your inhibitions.

“You barely said two fucking words to me since you got back! And you didn’t even have the fucking decency to say goodbye to me when you left!” You shout at him.

He was quiet, if only for a moment. “Oh, so that’s why you’re snuggling up to Steve? You’re mad at me so you decided to move onto my best friend? The guy you’re ���not fucking’ right?”

The regret on his face was evident the moment the words left his lips. You spotted the dilation in his pupils as he took in what he’d just said to you.

“Wow.” You say pushing past him. “Fuck you.”

You know he’s following you, but you don’t care. You push your door open praying it would latch shut before he could enter, but of course, it doesn’t.

You walked to your dresser, discarding the earrings and necklace you wore when Bucky appeared in the mirror behind you.

“I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just pretty fucking obvious you two have feelings for each other!” He said a bit louder than intended.

“Why, Bucky? What makes it obvious?” You ask, crossing your arms and facing him now.

He looked taken aback by your question, and you scoffed. “What is it Buck, the fact that we laugh together? Talk to each other? Trust one another? Care about each other?” You ask.

“Christ, I get it! Yes! All of that!” He shouts, throwing his hands up.

“Ya know what that’s called, James? A fucking friendship!” You shout at him.

He looks at you with confusion and concern.

James.

You’ve never called him James.

You cross your arms once more, “You told me you were gonna earn my trust, and I believed you. But this guy,” you gesture to him, “You’re not acting like yourself.”

Bucky scoffed, “Right, because we know each other so well. We’re fucking strangers, Ella.” He quipped, resentment in his tone.

Those words hurt your heart. It wasn’t until this moment you felt the tears of frustration and sadness prickle your eyes.

“Yeah? And who’s fucking fault is that?” You ask with a trembling voice. “You pretended to hate me for months so I would leave you alone, all because you felt something for me, but you’re too afraid to let anyone in.”

You wipe your eyes quickly, “This push-and-pull thing? It’s not fair to me. I’ve tried to breakdown this fucking wall you built around yourself, and every time I think I’m getting close, you shut me out!”

His jaw clenched at your words and at the sight of the tears you were so desperately trying to hide.

“I wasn’t something to run from, Bucky.” You speak softly.

His hands fall to his sides as he takes a step forward, “Ella, I—“

“No, Buck. I’m done with...whatever this is. I can’t do it anymore—my heart can’t do it anymore.” You walk the few steps to your door and open it. “Please leave.”

He looks as if you’ve just knocked the wind out of him. He wants to protest, you can see it. The shift in his eye from anger to regret to sadness. He doesn’t fight you though, Bucky leaves without another word.

When the door latches, you let the tears finally fall as you slide down against the it.

3 hours later and you’re sober and sleepless.

You’ve chugged water and taken some ibuprofen to prevent an early morning headache, but right now the only thing aching was your heart.

Bucky broke you, and you weren’t even his to break.

But he was what you wanted—Who you wanted, but you can’t force someone to want what they don’t.

You wonder if what Bucky said about his metabolism was true. He was so drunk when he left your room. Dangerously so.

You recall how he staggered out, and how strongly he smelled of whiskey, even 3 feet from you.

“Let it go, Ella. Let. It. Go.” You mutter to yourself. Tossing and turning in your bed for the 1000th time.

What if he’s passed out on his back and he throws up and chokes to death? What if he took a bath and fell asleep in the tub and drowned? What if he tripped and hit his head and—

Your brain kept repeating the most tragic of scenarios over and over until you couldn’t take it. You’d check on him quickly, confirm he’s still alive and an asshole, and hopefully come back and actually sleep this night off.

The soft padding of your feet was all you heard as you stepped down the hall, stopping in front of Bucky’s room.

Your hesitation was to be expected, but the 4 minutes you stood there doing nothing was a bit ridiculous.

“Shit...” you seethed, knocking on the door several times.

You waited for an answer. Nothing.

Another quick set of knocks.

Nothing.

Your heart began to race. Did something happen to him?

You twisted the knob, and to your surprise it opened.

“Bucky?” You called out.

His room was dim, the navy blue of the walls barely discernible from black in this light. The bed was mussed, and there was a notebook and pen on the nightstand.

“Bucky!” You shout, more panicked than you realized,

The bathroom door swings open suddenly, revealing a wet, shirtless Bucky just feet from you.

“Jesus, Doll. What’s the matter? You alright?” He asked, concerned.

A breath you weren’t aware you’d taken was released from your lungs.

“I-I got worried. You drank so much and I kept picturing you drowning in the bathtub or something, I don’t know.” You shake your head in embarrassment.

He smiled softly, the light casting the perfect shadow onto his strong features. It was obvious he’d just showered, and he smelled good.

“I sobered up ‘bout 15 minutes after I left your room. Told ya, perks of the serum.” He dried his hair quickly with a towel, before tossing it into the hamper.

You nod, relief flooding your chest. “Good.” You start to fidget with the drawstring if you’re red cotton shorts, “Since you’re alive, I’m just gonna—“

“You don’t have to go.” Bucky says suddenly.

He steps closer to you, his basketball shorts hanging low on his hips.

Focus, Ella. You think.

You sigh, “Yeah I do, Buck. I really do.”

You turn and head for the door. Your hand is on the knob when you hear him speak again.

“I couldn’t say goodbye to you, okay?” He says.

You’re breath gets caught in your throat, but you manage to turn to face him. “What?” You ask.

“If I had seen you before I left for that mission, I wouldn’t have gone. If I had to say the word ‘goodbye’ to you, there’s no way in hell I woulda got on that jet, Els.”

Bucky stands like a boy in trouble, waiting for you to scold him. When you don’t, he decides to keep going.

He lets out a puff of air, “I’m not good at this, Ella. I haven’t felt something—anything for a long time. Then you fall into my life and I can’t think straight. I open my eyes in the morning, and it’s you. Before I close them at night, it’s you. You’re it, Els.”

As he spoke you stepped closer to him, all thoughts of leaving, abandoned at this point.

“I had to leave before everyone else, or I swear to God I wouldn’t have gone at all. That mission...I knew it was important, but nothing is as important as you. I wrote you a letter and everything in case...”

“In case what, Bucky?” You ask nervously.

He shrugged, “I don’t know, Doll. In case something happened to me over there and I couldn’t come home to you.”

Your heart clenched at the thought of never seeing Bucky again.

“I’m not good with my words. I used to be, hell I could charm the pants off anyone back in my day, but now...you got me all outta sorts. Here...” he walked to his nightstand, you followed at his heels.

He opened the drawer, taking out an envelope and handing it to you. “You can read it if you’d like.”

Bucky and you sat on the edge of his bed, the gray comforter soft and inviting on your skin.

You opened the envelope with trembling hands and read it to yourself.

Hey Els,

I’m betting you’re pretty upset with me. Please don’t be. I couldn’t bear the thought of saying goodbye to you.

God I’m hoping we make it back. I’ve never had a reason to fight so hard before you, Els. Now, it’s like I’ll do everything and anything I can to come home to you.

If I don’t come home, please know you were the last thing on my mind. I’m kicking myself right now for not making you my girl when I had the chance.

That would be my biggest regret.

Actually, no. My biggest regret would be not kissing you. Jeez, Doll. I’ve thought about doing it so many times, but it never felt like the right moment. That’s the first thing I’m gonna do if I get outta here. I’m gonna love you and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow.

Keep smiling at the sunrise, Gorgeous. I’ll see you when I see you.

-Bucky.

Your hand covered your mouth, as your eyes welled with tears. Bucky noticed and perked up immediately.

“Please don’t cry, Doll. I’ve made you cry so much already. I’m sorry.” He said wiping your tears away with his thumb.

This man. This wonderful, beautiful man had your heart, and you didn’t know it, but you’ve had his all along.

You turned your body towards him. “Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?” You ask with a sniffle.

Bucky’s hand stroked yours, “I couldn’t leave that kinda pressure on you. Beside if you didn’t feel the same, I don’t know what I woulda done.”

You folded the letter and gently put it back in the envelope before placing it on Bucky’s nightstand.

“Do you?” Bucky asked.

You smiled knowingly, “Do I what?”

Bucky’s hand found your face, his right palm warming your cheek. “Do you feel the same, Els?”

Your hand gripped his as his cool metal one pressed against your other cheek, creating an electrifying contrast.

You moved toward each other like magnets, as he held your face in his hands.

“Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”

Bucky didn’t need to be asked twice. In moments his lips were on yours, making your body feel weightless.

Senses buzzing, Bucky’s mouth on your own, feeling his stubble prickle the skin around your lips. This pent up frustration and want for him finally being released caused your mind to spin.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, nibbling at your bottom lip. Bucky quickly lifted you over his lap, so you were straddling him on the edge of the bed.

His hands moved slowly down your body, resting on your hips for a moment before finding the curve of your ass.

“Els, Ella wait...” he said, breaking your kiss.

You can feel the swelling of your lips, and notice his must be just as red as yours. “What’s wrong?” You ask.

He smiled, “Nothing, baby, nothing I just...” he stroked his hands back and forth over your hips as he spoke, “If we do this, there’s no going back. Not to what it was...I can’t. You gotta be my girl.”

You smile, kissing him once more. “I’ve been yours, Buck.”

His lip is drawn between his teeth as he tucks his head in the crook of your neck, peppering it with wet kisses until he stops at the spot below your ear.

This earns a soft moan from you and you feel Bucky smile against your skin. “Fuck, I could listen to that all day.” He groans.

With one hand on your back, Bucky flips you over, laying you on his bed. “Can I see you, Doll?” He asks playing with the hem of your shirt.

Your only response is sitting up slightly; enough for him to lift the shirt over your head. Bucky is back on you again, his shirtless torso resting on yours as he trails sloppy, wet kisses down your chest.

The cool metal of his left thumb brushes over your already peaked nipple, while his warm, wet tongue swirls and sucks around the other.

“Mmm, Bucky.” A barely coherent praise. His touch made your skin burn with want and between your legs drip with lust.

He moved to the center of your abdomen, kissing down the middle, stopping right above your shorts.

He looked up at you, lips still attached to your skin. His eyes had never looked this way, the lust and the want and the eagerness to please you. He was love-drunk and you loved it.

In a flash, he pulled your shorts down, tossing them into the darkness of his bedroom. You were laid out for him fully now, no where to hide; on display for his taking.

You suddenly are very aware of every flaw you’d ever noticed in yourself. As Bucky stands quickly to remove his shorts, your eyes lock with the ceiling and you cover what you can.

“Oh baby, no.” He coaxes you. His honey-smooth voice coating your ears in praise. “Please don’t hide from me. You’re—“ he pauses to move your hands to above your head.

His lips is drawn between his teeth a his eyes roam your curves. “Christ...you’re so fucking beautiful.” He breathes.

Bucky smoothly pulls your hips to the edge of the bed, “I’m gonna taste you, Doll. I’ve got too, that okay?”

You nod, feeling goosebumps prickle your skin as his rough fingertips trace patterns up your legs. You watch as he drops to his knees, and starts to pepper your inner thigh with sweet kisses.

Bucky pauses when he gets to your heat, inhaling you in your most intimate of places. He’s marking you, memorizing your scent.

He places a chaste kiss against your clit. Sending fireworks up your spine.

Another kiss.

You watch him as he starts to devour you, only a moment before you throw your head back in rapture.

“Oh my God, James...” You moan wildly.

A gruff laugh escaped Bucky, “James huh? Mmm, I like that.”

Bucky licks your heat with wild abandon, sucking your swollen clit skillfully, bringing you to the precipice of release.

Your fingers grip his hair, grinding your hips toward his magical tongue. All too quickly though, he pulls away. “Not yet, Gorgeous. Wanna make you cum with my cock our first time.”

You groan in frustration and anticipation. Bucky stands from the bed once more, and you sit up. Eyes locked on his face as you look up through your lashes. You scoot forward and hook your fingers into the band of his briefs, and pull them down.

The quiet gasp that passed your lips earned a chuckle from him. His cock is at full attention, long and thick as you knew it would be. Swollen pink tip coated in pre-cum.

Without thinking, you leaned forward, gripping his length, stroking him a few times.

“Shit, Doll...” he whispered.

You took his length in your mouth, and felt him shiver in your grasp. As you drop to your knees, his cock never leaves your mouth. You bob you head a few more times, feeling the tip touch your throat.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that...need to be inside you, Sugar.”

You coat his member in a final lick before scooting yourself back on the bed. Bucky crawled over you, kissing your mouth gently. Lovingly.

He leaned back, hooking your legs up with his hands, and nudging them open. As he moved forward to kiss you again, he slowly filled your heat.

“Oh shit...” you moan. Soon he’s buried to the hilt, resting in you for a moment. While you definitely needed to adjust, it felt like Bucky was made for you.

“Fuck, so tight, Els.” He moaned into your neck.

You lift you legs a bit, allowing him more access to you as he starts to move. His full length giving you more pleasure than you thought possible.

Bucky’s lips find your own, as your hands grips his hair. His movements aren’t reckless, each thrust was designed to pleasure you.

Bucky brings himself up onto his knees while he fucks you. Your breasts bouncing wildly, and he chestnut locks swaying to the same rhythm.

There’s nothing else that matters to you. In this moment, you’re his.

Bucky dips his hand down to where the two of you meet. He coats his thumb in your slick before pressing it to you clit. “I want you to cum with me, Doll.” He breathes.

He draws quick circles with his thumb, and you feel the pleasure building below your stomach. His thrust are hard now, deliberate.

“Fuck. Bucky, I’m gonna...oh my God...” you moan as you feel yourself about to let go.

“Cum with me, Ella. I’ve got you...” he moaned.

And you did.

The fire spread through your veins in a flash as you came, feeling high on the love Bucky had just made to you.

He came with the most animalistic moan as you felt his hot release inside you. Lowering himself to you and repeating your name like a prayer on his lips.

Mess be damned. Bucky moves to the side of you, pulling you in close and face to face.

“I’ve wanted that—you for so long, Els.” He speaks, catching his breath.

You scoot up to capture his lips with yours. A reply he understands, you’ve wanted this as long as he has.

“I-I love you. Honest to God, Doll. I love you.” He says, voice full of emotion.

You rest your hand on his face, stroking his scruff gently. “I love you.”

Bucky smiles as his eyes close, and he rests his forehead against yours.

He holds you for what feels like hours, until you see the glow of a new day’s sun shining from the crack between his curtains.

Bucky is sleeping peacefully, deep and rhythmic breaths making his strong chest rise and fall.

You took this opportunity to clean yourself up. Using a washcloth you’d found in the linen closet to take care of the mess Bucky had made of you.

When you crawled back into his bed, his arms had found you once more.

“Mm, thought you left me, Sugar.” He groaned sleepily.

You chuckle to yourself, stroking his hair off of his face. “Never.”

A chaste kiss from you is planted on his forehead, and he pulls you close.

It’s quiet for a moment, before you hear him speak. “Thank you, Els...”

“For what?” You ask sincerely.

Bucky sighed, and stroked your hair gently. “For seeing me, when I tried so hard not to be seen.”

You smiled shyly. “I love you. Come on now, get some sleep. I have a feeling we won’t be getting any for the next few nights.”

You feel him smirk against your skin. “Babydoll, you have no idea.”

Chapter 10 (Finale): Be

[maddiefriendlovesbilly]

can you do a ship prompt for polypie but like mission goes super wrong and one actually dies for like real and,,, sadnesss

(First of all, I just wanna apologize to anon for how long this took?? I kept forgetting to take my medicine because I was off my medicine,,,It literally only took a few hours to write I was just too busy procrastinating and being gay (also adhd but shh.))

The Asylum Case

Rating: PG-13, SFW

Ship: Poly P.I.E. (Ghost/Toast/Spooker/Colon)

Warnings: Lots of angst, Major Character Death, Descriptions of intense pain, Sadness >:3 (Tell me if I missed anything!)

Summary: Ghost recounts exactly how he got into his current predicament, which is dying.

Word Count: 1,829

They’re approximately 30 minutes into the investigation when everything, in Ghost’s humble opinion, goes to shit. “But every P.I.E. investigation goes to shit!” you say. Yes, that is, in fact, true, but Ghost has decided that bleeding out on the floor - very slowly, might he add, which is decidedly not fun - constitutes the creation of a new category of “gone to shit”. “But,” you say, “Why not just respawn?” and again, usually, Ghost would do just that - but there’s just one issue; he can’t. Let’s rewind.

They entered the decrepit asylum, joking and teasing and generally enjoying each other’s company - unsuspecting of the horrors yet to come. Once they were inside, the ghost wasted no time in introducing itself; it screamed its sob-story from nowhere in particular, voice bouncing off the walls and echoing down each corridor, all lined with empty cells. Ghost thought he heard sobbing from the one beside him, and so, using the keys the caretaker - who had been the one to call them to investigate, and who looked about as old and decrepit as the asylum - had given him, unlocked the door and (ignoring the disapproving sigh from Toast, and the alarmed yelps from the other two) entered. A girl sat huddled in the corner, long, matted, black hair cascading over her small form, blocking her face. Her tattered white dress hung loosely, and one sleeve slid from her small trembling shoulder as he approached and knelt down. A familiar dread washed over Ghost as he gently asked, “K-Katrina?”

Abruptly, the girl stopped shaking, before giggling once, twice, and then, neck cracking violently, her head shot up and she stared into his eyes with a wide, manic smile. He edged away, wondering why the others hadn’t entered, hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even made a sound since he’d approached Katrina, but he couldn’t look back, not now, because when he stumbled to his feet, backing away, she followed, neck craning oddly to one side. “Katrina-” he started, pleading, “Kat, hey, it’s me, Johnny! Remember?” He fumbled for the door handle, careening into the hall when it opened. No one else was there.

“Yessssss,” Katrina hissed, drawling, “I remember youuuu…” but she didn’t slow her advance; instead, she just kept hurtling towards him. As he ducked beneath a wild swing of her claw, he glimpsed it - the small, red, rope-pattern lines wrapping around her neck, exposed by its unnatural angle - and choked back a sob. “God, Kat, I’m sorry - I’m so sorry!” he heard himself plead. She didn’t seem to hear him, only muttered, “Johnny, Johnny, I remember, yes I remember Johnny. Johnny!” and took another swing. He scrambled back, gritting his teeth when a razor nail clipped his shoulder, and Katrina’s crazed grin widened. Something inside Ghost twitched at the sight, but he pushed it down, he didn’t have time to panic. “Toast?” he called as he scrambled down the empty hallways, “Spook? Colon?!”

No one answered, and Ghost felt his heart sink.

He fumbled with the keyring, detached it from his belt loop - which proved to be much more difficult while his hands shook violently - and jammed a key into the first lock he came across, throwing open the cell door and slamming it behind him, locking it back.

The old door’s hinges creaked dangerously with the force of Katrina’s hands slamming against it, and Johnny could only pray they didn’t give out under the stress. Slowly, the banging subsided and, hand over heart, he sighed in relief. Pulling out his phone, he hit Toast’s contact, and pulled the phone to his ear, listening to it ring. It clicked, and Toast’s blurted in a near-shout, “Sir, where the fuck are you?!” in the background he heard a short hysterical laugh, and Ghost felt one of his own bubble out past the tightness in his chest and the burning in his shoulder. “Just getting chased by a murderous vision from the past - you know, the usual.”

“Are you injured?”

“She nicked me, but its nothing serious.”

“Don’t do anything dangerous,” Spooker said in the background, “A ghost said we can’t respawn here and we don’t want to chance them being right.”

“Where are you, Sir? We’ll come find you.”

“Er,” Ghost muttered, trying to recall where he was, “I’m in a locked cell right now, not sure what floor - I think it’s B-hall though, so first floor probably,” he paused, putting on a cheery, guide-like voice, “Just follow the sounds of screeching and growling, and you should see a crazy lady pacing outside the door,” he said peeking through the small, barred window. Katrina spotted him and slammed a palm against the door, snarling. “take a sharp turn there and - remember this step because it is crucial okay? - sock her right in the face.”

Toast barked out a sharp, brittle laugh, “We’ll do our best.”

“I’ll see you in a few, I’m gonna hang up now because I don’t want to attract too much attention - these ancient hinges don’t exactly appreciate the abuse we’re putting them through.”

“Alright Sir, be careful.”

And careful he was, but you can’t exactly count on ghosts to obey the laws of physics, or even manners, really, because out of the blue, there was the caretaker, and boy did he look smug. “What a lovely reunion between old friends,” he croaked, “It’s almost enough to warm my cold, dead heart!” then cackled wildly. When Ghost didn’t so much as blink in surprise, he sobered, snapping at him, “Why aren’t you surprised? Everything went perfectly, none of you suspected a thing!”

“Dude, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I hunt ghosts for a living; this plot-twist happens every other week.”

“Damn! Well, either way, you’re gonna die here, so I guess it doesn’t really matter. Dead men tell no tales and all that.”

“Again, hate to do this, but literally every case a ghost says something along the lines of “Ohohoho you’re gonna die anyway, so it doesn’t really matter!” and here I am, alive and only slightly harmed.” Another bang reverberated around the room, and Ghost shuffled uncomfortably but couldn’t look away from the immediate threat.

“Oh, uh, exactly how many cases have you done?”

“Dunno,” Ghost shoved his hands into his pockets, “I’ve been doing this since I was like, sixteen, and our schedule’s kinda all over the place because you can’t really predict when a ghost is gonna show up, but we get at least three to seven cases a week, and about half of them are real.” Another slam, followed by creaking and a final loud rattling sound.

“Huh, half, really?”

“Yeah, people are stupid.”

“Agreed. Speaking of stupid, you let your guard down.”

“Oh.” Things seemed to slow down, a sharp pain stabbing through his back. He looked down, watching three claw-like fingers withdraw from his chest, leaving three little holes all the way through. He collapsed, head falling to the side as he coughed wetly, tasting iron. Almost calmly, he watched as blood pooled around him, before glancing up to the doorway, where the door had been ripped open, and now teetered ominously on its hinges. Katrina loomed over him, blood coating her claws.

And that’s it, that’s how he got here. Seconds later, he hears someone shout his name, and he feels the caretaker’s presence vanish. Katrina glances back, but it doesn’t give her enough time to react before a bullet rips through her solid form, followed by another, then another. She screeches and stumbles back, blindly tripping over the lump of Ghost while trying to shield herself from the incoming bullets. He groans as she falls over him, kicking his wounds. The puddle beneath him ripples, blood traveling in tiny rivers through the imperfections in the concrete floor. Absently, Ghost notes that his sight has gone fuzzy at the edges, and black static is creeping in. Katrina lets out one last screech before disappearing, and as soon as she’s gone Toast, Spooker, and Colon all rush to his side. He smiles weakly as Colon pulls his head into his lap, eyes watery. The other two looked similarly panicked, and Ghost finds himself wheezing, “Hey, it’s really not that bad, okay? You guys can just carry me out of here and I can respawn.” Blood bubbles in his throat as he speaks, and he has to turn to the side to cough it up when it scratches at his throat.

The others glance at each other and Ghost frowns, confused. “What?”

“If we moved you now,” Spooker explains, chewing his lip, “you’d probably die of blood loss before we got outside. And I’m not a doctor but I’m pretty sure you have a punctured lung.”

Ghost’s brows furrow and he laughs sadly. “Sucks to be me I guess…” he ignores the liquid gathering in the back of his mouth, swallowing. “Anybody here magically know first aid?”

They all grimace, shaking their heads. “Ah, well, worth a shot,” he rasps. He feels a tear drip down, catching on his jaw. His chest burns; a hot-cold sensation that tears through him every time he breathes. He can’t focus his eyes anymore, but he looks at the blurry figures he knows are his closest companions - the loves of his life - and smiles, even as more tears follow and he chokes down a gasp of pain. Someone’s holding his face and speaking to him gently, and he can’t understand the words, but he thinks it might be Colon, so he looks up at him. At the same time as a pair of lips meet his temple, and then again and again, until he’s being peppered with kisses. He can feel the body under him shaking now, and through the white-hot burning and the growing ringing in his ears, he makes out stammered apologies and ‘I-love-you’s, and he feels it aching in his bones because it’s not their fault, he did this, and he wishes all the way down to his core that he could go back, that he could undo the pain he knows paints their faces, but he can’t - he’s going to die here, slowly, painfully. The ringing is piercing now and the black static has spread to cover most of his vision, and he thinks he might be screaming, or apologizing, saying goodbye, but he can’t hear anything over the ringing so it’s possible that when he tries to tell them “I love you too” it comes out garbled and incomprehensible. His throat is raw now so he must be screaming, and it’s all so loud until suddenly everything stops.

There’s no ringing, or panic, or crying, or pain. Just empty blackness and total silence. He can’t move, because there’s nowhere to go, there’s nothing here, there’s only void. That is, until the sound of a single raindrop, followed by another, then another, breaks the silence, and like waking up, Ghost blinks, and finds himself standing in front of a grave.

[honeysuckleharrison]

Run For Your Life Part X

Run For Your Life part 10

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- angst, angst, angst, drinking and general partying

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Word count- 1k+

Disclaimer/ AN-  This chapter and the next few take place in America, so y/n isn't with them. Its just the four of them. So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me.  I have up to part IX almost done, so expect to see more parts soon!

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On Tour

Part X  

          Paul sat at the bar, and downed another shot. The bar was dark, and crowded.  People crowded around every corner, and a lively energy filled the room. It was the first and only free day on the tour.  And Paul was not going to give up the chance to have the time of his life in America. He had quickly discovered his disinterest in American girls.  There was just something about them. Maybe it was the accent, maybe it was their style, but something about them was so unattractive. So tonight, he skipped by the groupies to enjoy a night with the boys.

       Him and John were next to each other at the bar.  George was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Ringo.  Ringo hadn't been talking to much. It was almost like he was hiding something.  John was standing, faced towards the door away from Paul. John didn't have the same goal as Paul.  He wanted to get tipsy, and have a good night, unlike Paul, who was now on his fourth shot. John's eyes were wandering around the bar looking for something to do.  He saw Ringo in the corner. Ringo was staring directly at John with sad eyes, but quickly averted his gaze when John turned to him. That was weird, John thought. Poor Ringo.  

       He found George too.  He was squeezing past the crowd, trying to reach the exit, with a girl drunkenly hanging on to him.  He shot John a grin, and John waved to him and mouthed good luck. Lucky, he thought, she was a pretty bird. 

       John turned back around to Paul.  After surveying the pub, it looked like he was going to be stuck with a drunken Paul tonight.

       "Hey John," he slurred, "You ready to have a good night?" The alcohol was already hitting him, and he still had a full glass of beer in front of him.  God knows how much he had already drank tonight. John wanted to say fuck it, and drink himself half to death so bad, but Cynth was back at the room. She specifically asked him not to get shit faced for once.  John agreed; Cynth needed a sign to show her that he actually loved her.  

        "Not tonight, man.  I promised Cynth.." He explained

        "Whatever. Your loss." Paul shrugged.  He turned his attention back to the tall glass in front of him.  John placed his glass down next to Paul, and Turned back towards the exit.  Paul's plan to have a boys night left his tipsy brain. He was too drunk to stick to plans.

       "John, look over 'ere.  This bird beens eyeing us up all night." Paul said, pointing to a girl against the wall.  She was obviously interested. "Must he a fan or something, we should get 'er back to the room."  As Paul spoke, he waved his arms around in a drunken manor. 

       "I really can't get caught by Cynth again." John said, rubbing his neck nervously.  "You bring out my wild side out, Macca."

       "Oh please, Lennon." He stammered, "You have no regular side, you're a rock star, you get what you want."  John rolled his eyes. It was a stupid comment.

       John's first drink started taking affect. 

        "We can go over there, just don't expect me to go back with you and some girl again, I can't, not tonight, especially with Cynth here."  John said sternly.  

        "Ok man, I can have fun without you." Paul assured him

       "Sure you can, c'mon let's go."  John teased.  

        Over with the girl, whose name was never learned by John or Paul,the boys got giggly.  They weren't sober, and they were just having too much fun. The girl was certainly enjoying herself.  She was all over Paul, she wanted it. But Paul was just playing with her. Ringo heard the laughter, and joined at some point.  The night started to become fuzzy as the boys drank more and more. But John did stick to his promise, he had only had maybe two drinks.  

      John went back to the bar for some water.  Although he hadn't had much drink he hoped he could wash the alcohol out of his breathe so Cynth wouldn't notice.  At least he had tried to stay a little sober for her.  

       After a couple glasses of water and a run in with a fan, John headed back to the boys.  As he got closer he could hear their conversation. 

        "No way! There's no way they can't be-" Paul said, stopping when he saw john.  They both shot their faces at John. Ringo looked scared. His eyes were big and his face went pale.  Paul just looked shocked. His mouth hung open at you like he couldn't believe whatever just happened. 

      "What? What are you talking about?" John asked, confused.  

       "Nothing!" Paul and Ringo said at the same time.  John made a confused face at them. Whatever they were talking about was shocking, and John couldn't know.  Whatever john thought, they're drunk.  

      As Paul started a conversation with the girl, it became obvious that he drank too much.  He was spewing nonsense. He couldn't even stand up straight, he kept falling over. Ringo tried to help, but he was quite drunk himself.  Considering Paul wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, John decided to just take him back to his room. 

       As Paul started falling onto the girl, John stepped in between them and Grabbed Paul.  

"Wooahhh there buddy" John said pulling Paul away from the girl, "Let's get you to bed."  Paul was too drunk to protest.

      Back at the room, John put Paul down on the bed.  Paul looked like he was ready to pass out.  

       "You need anything, Paul, water, or?"

       "No, No, I'm fine, You can go, I just gotta do something." He stammered, reaching for the phone.  

       "Ok then, good night." John said, heading towards the door.  Paul was too concentrated on trying to type the numbers into the phone to say anything back.  John thought about stopping Paul from calling anyone. He was drunk out of his mind, and anything he said to anyone in this state would be a mistake.  But John really had to get back to Cynthia.  

      Right before John closed the door behind him he heard paul speak to whoever who had called

      "Hey y/n" he said.  You could hear the smirk on his face.  

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a/n: AHHHHH. so much just happened. Why is paul being such a man whore? What do you think is gonna happen next? if you wanna be added to the taglist comment or dm me.

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[littlemarvelfics]

Useless

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Clint x Bucky (platonic)

Word Count: about 1,300

Warnings: mentions of drinking

Square filled: U5; Image Prompt

A/N: Hi hello!It’s been a minute, the good news is I’ve been writing like crazy. But I hope y’all enjoy this! I’ve never written Clint before but I hope I did him justice.

Bucky laid in bed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. You were sound asleep next to him, little snores leaving you every few moments. Bucky glanced over at you, hair thrown everywhere, sleeping in one of his shirts and sighed. He had to get out. Getting out of bed as quietly as possible, he walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, spotting the black and white picture on the fridge where you had put it up. Clearing his throat, he continued on his mission, making his way to the front door, slipping on shoes and grabbing his keys. Picking up his wallet, he eyed the piece of paper you had brought home earlier that day. He paused for a moment before deciding to take that as well.

Twenty minutes and a few miles later, he pulled into the dusty parking lot of a hole-in-the-wall bar. This is what ordinary people do right? Leave their sleeping wives in the middle of the night to grab a drink? He patted his pocket, checking that the Asgardian liquor Steve had given him was still safely stored away. He walked in and quickly took a seat at the bar, ordering a whiskey. Once it was delivered, he poured a small about of Asgardian liquor into the glass before deciding to toss some more in. Taking a long sip, he grimaced as he pulled out the paper he had brought with him and stared at it. Your neat handwriting addressed the note to him. He missed your doctor's appointment earlier in the day, not that you minded. You had always been incredibly understanding when it came to his work keeping him away from you. He took a deep breath and tore open the envelope. Pulling out the paper, he read the simple words you had left him.

“Congratulations Buck, we’re having a baby girl.”

A girl. Bucky furrowed his brow as he read the words over and over again. A girl. A baby girl that he would be responsible for. A baby girl he had no idea how to take care of. A baby girl he would inevitably let down. He crumpled the paper in his fist, downing the entirety of his drink before signaling for another. He repeated his early movement, pouring his personal liquor into the glass. This time, however, he decided to pour more than his fair share of booze into the whiskey. He didn’t pace himself with this drink, downing it all at once before again asking for another.

He paused before taking his next drink, thinking of you at home. You knew he had a tendency to wander at night, but he always left a note- not this time. This time you would be worried that something happened to him. Your husband. Father of your child. When Buky thought of being a father again, he took another swig of his drink. He was so consumed in his thoughts; he didn’t notice a familiar face sitting next to him.

“Bucky? You good man?” Clint asked.

Bucky turned to face him before speaking.

“Clint? What are you doing here,” he slurred, the Asgardian liquor finding its way into his bloodstream.

“I’m having a quick drink before I get back to Laura and the kids. Are you okay? You’re not looking so good.”

“She’s pregnant,” Bucky stated simply.

“Y/N? Yeah, you told us. Is she okay?”

“She’s great. She’s over the fucking moon.”

“You’re not though huh?”

“Why the hell did she marry me? The girl has no sense,” Bucky grumbled.

“Hey,” Clint cautioned. “She’s your wife and my friend. Watch yourself.”

“I know. I love her. I love her more than anything. It’s just…”

“Yeah?” Clint pressed.

“I’ve seen you with your kids Clint. How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That you would be such an incredible dad.”

“I didn’t,” Clint said, taking a swig from the beer bottle in front of him. “I grew into it. Like anyone does. You make mistakes, you fix the mistakes. You count your lucky stars you have the girl you do to be your partner in this.”

Bucky gulped down some Asgardian liquor straight from the bottle, shaking his head.

“Maybe I should just leave. They would all be better off. Y/N, the baby. Better off without me.”

“I know your upset Bucky. But don’t you dare walk out on her. I don’t care about the Winter Solider. I’ll still kick your ass,” Clint said firmly.

“Why?! She’s better off without me! I’m a fucked up man with a metal arm! What baby is gonna want that?!” Bucky sobbed.

“Okay, Buck. Let’s get you some air,” Clint replied, getting off his bar stool.

Bucky nodded and stumbled as he stood up, still gripping the note you had written for him.

Clint dragged him out of the bar, into the cold night air hoping to sober him up slightly.

“I’m useless,” Bucky mumbled as he leaned against the wall. “I’m useless. To her. To the baby. I’m useless.”

“Bucky, you’re a lot of things. Useless ain’t one of ‘em.”

“It’s a girl Clint. I’m gonna have a daughter,” he said, thrusting the paper at Clint. “What the hell am I gonna do with a daughter? I don’t know how to be a dad. I’m gonna ruin this kid.”

“You’ve gotta take a breath here. Every time Laura has told me she’s pregnant, I have the same thoughts. I’m not gonna lie to you. Being a parent isn’t easy. Especially when you do what we do for a living. But it’s worth it. The first time they smile at you? Or laugh at you? The first time you get them to stop crying by just holding them-- it makes it all worth it. All of the doubt and second-guessing is worth it the first time you get to hold your baby, Barnes.”

Bucky nodded, taking it all in.

“I’ve seen you with my kids Bucky,” Clint continued. “They’re always ecstatic to see you and Aunt Y/N. There’s only one thing that matters here. Are you gonna love this kid and do everything you can to take care of them?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said hoarsely. “Yeah, I am.”

“Then you’ll figure the rest out. It’s gonna be okay Barnes. You’ve got Y/N on your team. Hell, the whole team is on your side. We’re gonna help you and spoil that kid rotten.”

Bucky chuckled and nodded.

“Can I get ya back home to your wife, Buck? She’s gonna worry if you aren’t there.”

“Yeah, thanks, man.”

The ride back to Bucky’s place was silent except the old country song coming from the speakers of Clint’s car. The drive was short, Clint pulled into the driveway in no time, wishing Bucky a goodnight and reassuring him one last time. Bucky responded with a nod of his head.

As soon as Bucky entered the house, he heard your voice before he saw you.

“Steve, he didn’t leave a note. He’s been so weird lately, what if he left?” you sniffled out.

Bucky cleared his throat as he entered the kitchen where you were sitting at the table, wearing Bucky’s shirt and a pair of shorts.

You let out a sigh of relief.

“He’s here Steve. Sorry, I woke you,” you said quickly before laughing at whatever Steve said and hanging up.

“Steve says you’re a moron and I’m inclined to agree. I get that you need to go out and clear your head why didn’t you leave a note or--”

You were cut off when Bucky pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

“We’re having a baby, Y/N. A baby girl,” he whispered into your hair.

Any anger you felt before instantly washed away.

“Yeah,” you said, hugging him back. “Yeah, we are.”

[99-nct]

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ⟡ yandere! jungwoo

-pairing: yandere! jungwoo x reader

-word count: am i supposed to count?

-warnings: gore, violence, mentions of blood, implied sex, use of drugs, and death

-lowercase intended

-⟡-

it was the end of the week. a sense of relief washed over, for she wasn’t needed anymore. she was free.

until the reality sank in. she was alone and no place to go. tears streamed down her cheeks as her strong, emotionless facade crumbled.

was that one moment of satisfaction worth it?

the neon street lights flickered on, signifying the coming of the moon and the departure of the sun. the old familiar sign came into focus, the yellow letters of Regulate flickering rapidly. 

as soon as the door opened, a small bell began to chime, announcing her arrival. his eyes flashed with recognition, and his lips curled up into a soft smile.

“what can i get for you, miss..?” he said feigning ignorance to her annoyed expression.

“you already know jungwoo,” she replied, pulling up a stool and resting her elbows on the countertop.

he slowly noticed the tear-stained tracks that glistened on her cheek. as jungwoo raised his hand, she flinched. but the blow never arrived.

“who made you sad?” he asked as he gently trailed his fingers up her face, “don’t be sad. you’ll make me sad.”

“it’s nothing,” she said, trying to hide her face from his gaze. the moment of embarrassment and shame soon came to pass as a click reached her ears.

“your drink,” the bartender, jaehyun announced, a smirk evident.

grateful for the interference, she quietly sipped her drink, the bitter taste of the alcohol washing down her throat. lost in her thoughts, she sat oblivious to eyes trained on her face.  

“hey,” she said with hesitancy to no one in particular, “can i stay over?”

“sure.” jungwoo responded, sliding over, “do you want another drink?”

“i guess,” she said, almost unsure if the words coming out were truly hers.

“mojito or margarita...?” he asked, shaking a bottle of carbonated water.

“give me the strongest thing you’ve got.” she said, chugging the rest of her drink, “don’t leave me here when i pass out.”

she wasn’t sure how many rounds she had done after a while, but there was one thing she was sure of, a dull ticking noise that resounded in her ears. shut up. her vision started to dance with white specks. get out! loud noises resounded in her head, as she relived her argument. just go and kill yourself. her eyes began to feel heavy, and before she was aware of it, she was asleep.

-⟡-

when she awoke again, the warm sensation lingered. pulling the sheets closer to her body- wait. she doesn’t have any sheets.

suddenly awake, she scrambled to observe her surroundings. a small bed with metal posts was tucked into a corner, with a large circular window above the headrest that looked out at a city skyline. a lamp placed near the edge of the couch that she was laying in, illuminating the room in a soft glow.

a small note was tapped to the wall.

hey! if you are reading this, you must be awake :) i went out to go get some painkillers and medicine for your hangover. help yourself to the food in the fridge, i have strawberry yogurt! ♡ junguwu 

she couldn’t help but smile. getting up, she ventured forth into the hallway.

when the front door opened, she was not ready to be seen. so he saw her in full glory, dumping a bag of chocolate chips in her mouth with her left hand while the other hand dispensed whip cream out of a large container. all this was happening while balancing a tub on ice cream on her left knee while holding the fridge open with her right foot.

“what the-”

shocked, she dropped the ice cream. 

his face contorted in shock, but that confusion soon morphed into laughter. “i haven’t even been gone 30 minutes and you’ve already raided my fridge.” he managed to say as he bent over in a fit of laughter. a cloud of red enveloped her face as she pushed the fridge shut and placed the chocolate chips bag on the pristine counter. 

“are you, upset...?” she asked warily. he patted her shoulder reassuringly. 

“don’t sweat it. i already saw this coming so i bought replacements.” as he lifted up a disposable plastic bag.

the two cuddled up on the couch, munching on the remainder of the chocolate chips.

“hey,” she said, “did you know stressed spelled backward is desserts? no wonder i stress eat.” jungwoo stared at her for a while letting what she had said sink in.

“stop.”

-⟡-

“you're fired.”

“i’m sorry, what?” she questioned in disbelief and amazement, still not sure if she had heard correctly, “really?”

the woman looked at her, unsure how to answer, “sorry, i’m just carrying out orders. if you have a problem, you can speak with your bos-”

“thanks, i’ll be going now,” she responded briskly as she picked up her purse, “i will talk to him, thanks for the suggestion.”

knocking on the large brass door, she waited for a response. hearing none, she proceeded to open the heavy door. she heard some sounds coming from the back, and against her better judgment, decided to investigate.

qian fucking kun. with a woman. in his office.

“i’m gonna take my leave now,” she said, her face flushed as the explicit scene came into focus.

“wait a minute,” he said, back still facing her. it was a threatening tone that escaped his lips, sounding more like a demand than a request.

“what,” she said, holding the door ajar, “if you want me to ‘get in on it’ with you, i refuse.”

“awww, so cold,” he scorned, fixing his clothes before turning around. “do you think sex is all i think about?”

“yes” she replied curtly. the woman behind him quickly slipped out of the office, rushing past her through the door. “the engagement is over kun, i ended it.”

“you mean you ran,” he said, inspecting his watch, “you are the one who ran away from your family. and yes, i am quite serious about being with you.”

“serious enough to be fooling around with women in your office,” she exclaimed, her face seething with rage. “i’ve had enough of your bullshit. thank you for firing me.” she curtly bowed and left.

-⟡-

“can i get a job here?”

“no” jaehyun deadpanned. her eyes followed his hands polishing the glasses, “it doesn’t seem that hard.”

“jungwoo would be too distracted by you to work well,” he said dismissively waving his rag, “besides, you have no experience.”

“well okay,” she pouted, “do you know anyone who needs a helping hand?”

“it’s that front door, it needs you to go through it.”

“you’re so mean!” she said, slamming her fists down on the counter. grabbing her glass, she hopped off of the stool, “i’ll be back”

“where are you going?” jungwoo asked, alerting the two of his presence.

“holy shit jungwoo,” jaehyun exclaimed, “did you just get here?”

“just now” he said smiling as he slid into through the small doors. leaning his head to the side, he stared at her, “are you leaving now?”

“yeah,” she groaned while sliding off the stool, “gotta go hustle. early morning grind.”

“its 7 o’clock in the evening,” jaehyun drawled, rolling his eyes, “good luck i guess.”

-⟡-

she had no luck. in finding a job or a place to stay. no response from everywhere she applied. it was suspicious. jungwoo had reassured her that she’d find a job soon but nothing arrived.

taking matters into her own hands, she visited the many companies that had given no response.

“we got a visit saying you weren’t interested in the position anymore, so we hired someone else.”

“hold up a second,” she whipped out her phone, “did he look like this?”

“no, he had, i think, orange hair,” the accountant scratching his head said, “can i see your phone?”

hesitantly, she placed the device in his outstretched hand. his eyes widened at the picture. “isn’t this that CEO of WayV?! is this some sort of joke?! why do you have this picture? i bet your some sort of stalker!” looking at the screen again, he zooms in on another picture, “wait a minute, this is him! this is the guy who came in!”

“are you fucking with me?” she exclaimed, snatching her phone back, “he’s my friend!”

“well, some friend he is if he’s messing with your wor- my apologies,” he said, averting his gaze.

“is everything okay over here? it was quite loud earlier,” a voice whispered behind her, “if you need some assistance, i can help you.”

“no thank-” she paused. “jungwoo, what are you doing here?”

embracing her, he snuggled his nose into her neck. “i’m here to see you?”

gulping, she shivered as she walked out with him. she didn’t tell jungwoo about her plans today.

-⟡-

“can someone pass me a drink?” she asked, slumping forward on the counter. Regulate had become something of a home for her, despite her attempts to avoid jungwoo. his recent behavior was flashing with warning signals, but she didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“of course!” was said simultaneously as the soft words escaped her lips. she looked up to be enraptured in soft brown eyes.

"quian kun, what are you doing here?" an accusatory voice rang out. his brows furrowed, kim jungwoo looked downright furious. his generally happy demeanor was replaced with an agitated scowl.

she grew wary, used to seeing such a display from her usually soft friend. kun wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closer, "no what are you going to do? kill me?"

"you know full well what i am capable of," he replied as he kicked the wooden dutch doors open, strolling towards her seat. placing his hands on her arms, he yanked her out of kun's grasp, eliciting a gasp from the dazed woman.

she was not quite sure of what was going on. the only thing that registered in her head was a warm feeling that encased her body. lost in the feeling, her heavy eyes shut, blocking out a scene she would surely remember in a sober condition.

blood soaked the floor of the bar, the patrons too drunk to notice what was wrong.

-⟡-

her eyes fluttered open, a sense of deja vu settled in as she felt sheets under her. blinded by the sunlight streaming in, she began to sit up. jungwoo was hunched over something, a pair of pliers in his hand. sliding off the mattress, she made her way over.

“do you need help doing some-” she muttered, stopping the moment he came into focus. she wanted to scream, but no noise came out as she saw what jungwoo was crouching over.

kun’s dead eyes stared back at her, his appendages no longer attached to his body. jungwoo’s pliers were connected to his teeth, several were already missing. bones jutted out of his legs, destroyed beyond recognition.

she collapsed as jungwoo turned to face her. 

“love, what’s wrong?” he asked tilting his head. this action in itself seemed cute until she saw the blood smeared across his face.

she scrambled backward, terrified. jungwoo stood up, making his way over slowly. she began to look for an exit as her back hit the wall, each attempt seeming more likely to fail than the last.

“p-please don’t kill m-me,” she stammered, hiding behind her hands. his silence didn’t help her nerves as he reached into his back pocket. sitting on her legs, his hand caressed her cheek while the other pulled out a slender object.

a needle. the fine point gleamed ominously the more she stared at it.

“don’t worry,” he said, staring deep into her eyes, “it’ll just knock you out for a short time. it won’t kill you. i’ve been using it on you for a while so the effects won’t be as potent.”

she shivered as the metal grazed her skin. why couldn’t she move? how could she have been so dumb? sitting in self-hate, she couldn’t hear jungwoo gently reassuring her it wouldn’t hurt for long.

the sharp tip entered her skin so fast, she almost didn’t feel it. the darkness hit her at once, the feeling comforting and familiar.

“finally mine” he whispered, pulling her limp body close to his, “all mine.”

-⟡-

[mercifuldeaths]

Vertigo: Chapter 2: Jacked Up

Vertigo: Chapter 2

Jacked Up

This fic is in progress.

Jim Mason x Reader

Warnings for this chapter: Graphic descriptions of drug use.

Summary: Jim’s very good at hiding his vices, except, that is, with Medina.

Notes: More exposition. I’m sorry guys but the drama is worth the wait. This is Jim’s story-Y/N is a component, but this is a story about Jim’s journey. Thank you all so much for the positive responses from Ch 1! 

Word Count: 2.6k

Jim would see Y/N at the beach pretty regularly, not that he was looking for her. He couldn’t help that his room had a perfect view of the bay and whenever Medina was going for dawn patrol with her he would have his coffee outside, waiting for Sandy to be awakened by the other’s starting their day in the waves.

It seemed that Medina had finally had a friend, which made him exceedingly happy. Jim recalled the nights Medina would slip into his room and lay on the unmade bed asking why nobody liked her. He didn’t have an answer for her, or rather he did, but didn’t have the heart to tell her.

He couldn’t help but constantly be reminded of how much stronger she was. Of course, she was heartbroken that she didn’t have friends, but she did have the strength to not change herself for others’ approval. Jim couldn’t say the same for himself.

Coming in from his coffee- she wasn’t out there that day- he picked up his backpack and jacket.

“‘Dina,” he whispered, ear pressed to her door. He almost fell over when the door was ripped away from his face.

“Hey, we’re running late, let’s go,” she responded. She managed to smack him with her backpack as they snuck out the door, avoiding Sandy.It was a miracle that she even let him go to his classes.

The pair hopped into Jim’s car, a new Nissan SUV from Phil. A graduation gift his father had called it but Jim knew what it really was. It was a “Sorry we’ve been shitty parents and let you overdose, but here’s a material item that’ll make up for it” gift. Medina got a smaller Volkswagen beetle that she absolutely adored.

It had been three and a half years since his overdose. It really wasn’t even that bad, he thought. He had passed out at home, Sandy overreacted and he spent a night in the hospital. Then Phil proceeded to tell him that they wouldn’t be going to Paris and that he’ll do better.

Admittedly, it had been slightly better. With Sandy back on her meds she wasn’t as prone to mood swings and temper tantrums meaning Jim had slightly more freedom. It didn’t allow him to escape his responsibilities as ‘man of the house’ but things were almost manageable. Almost.

After everything, he had to be more careful. Withdrawal had been a nightmare but when his mind cleared he found that the memory was fuzzy. Turning back to booze, then weed, then pills, then coke, then everything at once, had been an easy decision. This time, though, he needed to be careful.

A few weeks into sobriety, his mother would inevitably forget about Jim’s problems, replacing herself as the center of attention in her mind, so hiding it from her had been a joke. “Oh, I’m just tired, mom. Long day at school,” he’d say as his eyes fluttered shut, laying on the couch with a comfortable blanket of haze clouding his thoughts. She ate that shit up.

His father was even easier. He had still moved out, but his relationship with Ava had ended a while back, now seeing some other redhead. He was never around, not that Jim wanted to see him anyway. But with him being a doctor, he had to make sure he was sober around the man. He’d recognize all the signs, especially knowing Jim was a user.

Medina. She was...complex. He had tried to hide it from her, he really did. She found out almost immediately and hadn’t said anything but he could see the pain in her eyes. The only response she gave was a “Be careful with that shit, Jim. You don’t know what you’re playing with,” bitten out on his way back to his room from the bathroom where he had just taken an oxy. All the warning he needed was written on her face every time she looked at him. He tried to ignore it, for his own sake.

It’s because of this that when she said, “Is it getting bad again? Please tell me,” while biting into an egg McMuffin on their way to campus that morning Jim almost crashed his shiny new car. She had begged to get breakfast on the way and he could never say no to his sister.

“What are you talking about, Medina?” he rolled down the window and looked out the windshield pretending to focus on the traffic in front of him.

“I know what you’re doing. I’m not stupid. But just tell me if it’s that bad again,” she tried to seem casual, sipping her iced coffee but it sounded a little too rehearsed.

“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry,” his teeth grit together. Turning into the parking lot of their university

“‘Cause I know when mom gets weird you get weird. I don’t think she’s taking her medicine again- since dad’s new girlfriend,” she hesitated not knowing what reaction Jim would have.

His fist slammed against the steering wheel, making Medina jump, spilling coffee on her corduroys. “I’m not ‘getting weird’ or whatever, okay?” he yelled. ��Yeah, mom’s fucking crazy again, it’s whatever.” He pulled into a parking space a little too quickly and the car lurched.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” her voice was smaller than she wanted it to be.

Jim’s jaw was still tense, teeth clenched. He took a deep breath through his nose and rolled his eyes back. “I know you didn’t. I’m sorry for yelling,” he looked over to her and stuck his tongue out a little, the way that usually made her laugh.

She wasn’t laughing. “So it’s gonna be like that, then,” he leaned over and poked her in the ribs, right in the spot that tickled most.

“Jim, stop!” she shrieked, attempting to get away from his long arms. Her laughter bounced in the car. They both smiled.

“Now, go. I know you have ‘Adult Coloring’ or some bullshit,” he loved to make fun of her customized major, full of classes she was taking to one day do what she wanted most, travel and surf. It was a lot of photography, journalism, and some random classes for credits.

“It’s ‘portraiture’, I’ll have you know,” she called over he shoulder before closing the door. Through the open window, she smirked, “Have fun with your blocks or whatever you do.”

He let out a groan that turned into a laugh, “It was once!” he shouted to her back, walking to campus’ central. He had been trying to figure out the flow and perception of this one project he was working on, so yeah he brought out some Legos to visualize it. That’s architecture for you.

What she’ll never mention is that she distracted him and then proceed to spend the entire night on the living room floor trying to one-up each other's towers. Jim using what he had learned from four years of design and structural classes while Medina relied on ‘just staking them up until they fall.’ Her’s was taller by two blocks and she will never let it go.

Grabbing his backpack he decided to pull the small baggie of pills out and place them in an empty plastic cup, hidden under the seat. Out of sight, out of mind. He was almost off his last bender and held a small glimmer of hope that this would be the last time. The back of his mind was already itching for another fix, reminding him to be even more careful around Medina.

Planning for a long day in the library, still trying to find a topic for his senior thesis, he grabbed Medina’s unfinished iced coffee and headed into the beating sun with a brave face painted on.

--

No. No. No. He coughed up more bile, spilling from his throat into the toilet in front of him. It was disgusting, he knew, but he needed to rest his head on the seat of it, cool porcelain taming the heat that coursed through him. He dry heaved this time, causing the head-splitting migraine to reappear.

“Jim?” his mother knocked on the bathroom door. “Jimmy, are you okay?” The handle jiggled but it was locked.

“I’m fine, mom,” he breathed through his nose, trying to stare straight ahead to stop the room from spinning.

“I can hear you in there. Are you sick, honey?”

“Food poisoning. I’m fine.” Short words. Short sentences. The sound of his own voice making him want to smash his head on the tile, hopefully blacking out.

“Let me in,” she demanded. The thought of her being around him made him retch again, this time probably for the last time as there was nothing left to vomit up. But, from experience, he knew to sometimes just go along with Sandy rather than fighting. Especially when he was feeling like this, he had no fight left in him.

He crawled over to the door and managed to unlock it, Sandy not missing a beat and plowing into the room. “Jim!” She kneeled next to him and immediately put her hand over his sweaty forehead. Admittedly, her cool hand felt nice.

“It’s just food poisoning, mom. I’m fine,” he whispered and leaned into her- an instinct leftover from childhood. “Just need to sleep.” Chills wracked his body but sweat was clinging to every pore, the dark circles under his eyes almost red. His irises still shined a brilliant blue.

Sandy put her arm around him and helped to bring him to his feet. They shuffled into his room, his mother rambling about how California sushi can’t be trusted because so many of the people eat it, its mass produced.

Jim wished she would shut the fuck up.

He didn’t fully recognize how, but he was laying in his bed, tee shirt removed, blankets pushed off the mattress. In the fetal position, he slowly rocked himself willing the nausea away. He nearly lept out of his skin when Medina suddenly appeared, replacing Sandy.

“He likes to be alone when he’s sick,” Medina tried to reason to their mother, recalling when they were kids how Jim would always shy away from attention when he was sick, preferring to suffer in silence.

“He doesn’t like to be alone, he likes to be with you,” their mom spit out and turned on her heel, leaving Medina in the doorway holding a glass of water.

She made her way closer Jim, placing the glass on the nightstand. Perching on the side of the bed, she ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, grimacing a little. He sighed under her touch and closed his eyes again.

“Thank you,” she whispered, mindful of his migraine. His eye cracked open and managed to convey his confusion. “I know what this is.”

“It’s food poisoning, that’s what it is. It’s that bullshit sushi we stopped for. Thanks for that,” he scoffed. She knew he didn’t mean any of it, that he was hurting. She could see his muscles twitch under his thin skin. They reminded her of springs, coiled and ready. His eyes screwed shut again and he nuzzled into her thigh. She could hear the small cries he was trying to hold back.

“We had the same thing for lunch, Jim. We split it,” she observed, letting him know his jig was up. She felt his head shake.

“Okay, then. It’s the stomach flu. Same thing, Jesus. Let it go,” he attempted to growl out but the intent wasn’t there. She held out the glass of water she had brought in and he was never more grateful for their twin telepathy ‘thing’. He managed to prop himself up and take a few slow sips. “Thank you,” he mumbled and handed the glass back to his sister, relishing the cool that washed down his throat.

Laying on his back he tried to stare ahead again, this time at the blank ceiling above him. He briefly thought about going outside to look up at the sky, but remembered that any sort of movement was practically impossible at the moment. His body ached as he had just run a marathon. Joints tight, frozen in place, he continued to lay on his back trying to regulate his breathing. 5 seconds in, 5 seconds out. He counted.

Medina continued to run her cool hands over his head and face. It only felt good because it was her. His other half, a strange extension of himself. Or probably he was the extension-Medina was already her own person. She didn’t need him anymore. His thoughts made him start rocking again, seeking any sort of primal comfort.

As if on cue, he felt the bed shift and she started to leave. Before she could, he managed to grab her wrist. “Don’t.” Only his lips moved. “Please.”

“I’ll be right back. I’m just getting more water,” she went to pull the blankets over him as the had shivers started despite his constant sweating. He nodded, content with her answer.

He thought that maybe he had finally started to drift off to sleep but was awakened by yelling. Sandy. At Medina, of course. Their shouts were muffled by the door and the fact that he couldn’t really think straight helped a bit, but his head still throbbed.

Sandy was going off about how Medina was always so judgemental towards her. Medina was snapping back with questions of why she wasn’t the ‘favorite’ twin. Sandy didn’t bother trying to hide it and plainly stated that she liked Jim better because he cared for her. Loved her. Medina started ranting about how this was just like last time. Last time, when things were Not Good. When Jim, the favorite, was Not Good. She suggested that maybe Sandy wasn’t that great of a mother if she didn’t love one of her children and couldn’t even manage to keep the one she liked from spiraling, practically killing himself.

Jim ground his teeth willing them to stop.

“This isn’t like last time for god’s sake,” Sandy screeched. “And it wasn’t my fault. Jim’s fine. Just like he was last time. It was a stupid mistake, once. He hasn’t touched that shit since, I’ll have you know,” she huffed. “Don’t make things worse than they are.”

Medina wasn’t about to out Jim. She was just trying to drop subtle enough hints that maybe Sandy would get the picture that things weren’t all that great.

Medina and Jim knew what was really going on in the other room. He was trying to detox from everything he had been taking in for the past few weeks. The two of them knew, and that’s the only thing that mattered.

Jim continued to hear them screaming from one thing to another. It was Sandy treating Jim like a husband, then it was how Phil was a bad father, then it was school, then Jim, then back to Phil, then Medina’s apathy, then back to Jim.

It always went back to Jim.

In a further attempt to block it out he rolled onto his side to his body’s dismay. Everything screamed in protest. When he opened his eyes he was greeted with the almost empty glass of water resting on the nightstand. His eyes narrowed in on the draw. Oh shit. Oh fuck.

To his horror and delight, he remembered the two small tablets he had pushed in the back of the drawer. For emergencies only, he told himself when he had placed them there. They went completely forgotten for so long he couldn’t even properly remember what they were. As if a puppet on a string, he propped himself up and opened the drawer, feeling the contents with long fingers. He felt the thin plastic and pulled the baggie out.

Directly depositing both of the pills on the back of his tongue, he used the last sip of water his sister had brought to swallow them. Shortly thereafter, he finally fell asleep.

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Bound: A TRR AU

Mireya has always known she was different. She just didn’t realize how much. Upon her 18th birthday she gets information that will forever change her life. The stuff of her nightmares is reality. The things that go bump in the night really do exist. It’s up to her and her family to fight these monsters. Her life will never be the same. What happens when she falls in love with one such being? Will she live up to her legacy or become what she hunts?

A/N: My muse kept telling me this story needs to be told. I love anything related to supernatural/horror beings. I decided to name my MC. The Y/N= your name format just didn’t feel right to me. This is a TRR love story. It is a slow burn. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.

Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, death. Underage drinking. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.

Word count: 1857

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Chapter 2

7 Years Ago

Afternoon turned into evening. You started to get dressed for the party. You put on a pair of black skinny jeans and tight burgundy top that accentuated your cleavage. You left your hair down. You completed your look with the high heeled leather boots and your tight leather jacket. You didn't bother with purses putting a few essentials and your phone in your pocket. You also put the dagger your dad gave you in a special holster your dad had made for you. Hey you could never be too careful. As you were getting ready there was a knock at the door. “Come in.”

“Ugh….so unfair. Your sister whines throwing herself on your bed with a groan. “Let me guess…” you tell her with a smirk. “Dad said no didn't he?” “Yes.” she says with a pout. “It’s so unfair. You got to go out at my age.” She says glaring at you. “Well first off, it was to small parties, not to clubs and second I wasn't boycrazy and third, Alex and Josh were always there with me.” you tell her. “Ugh whatever” she tells you rolling her eyes. “It's Friday night, why don't you go see a movie or something?” you ask her. “Everyone has dates I’m stuck by myself today.” She tells you with a frown. Mom and dad says we are having a family night.” she says using air quotes. You laugh. “Hey it’s your turn. I hung out with them this afternoon.” You tell her. “Mireya!, Alex and Josh are here. You better get a move on!” your dad yells from upstairs. “Kay” you yell back. “Have fun tonight. Have a drink for me.” Your sister tells you with a smirk. “You roll your eyes. “Bye sis, enjoy your night at home.” She frowns throwing a pillow at your. Your run out the door before it can hit you.

“Happy birthday Reya” Alex and Josh tell you giving you a hug. “Thank you.” So you ready or what?” Alex asks eager to leave. “Yeah lets go.” You give your mom and dad a kiss and head out to the car. “So Reya where to?” “Have you guys eaten yet cuz I’m starving.” Josh laughs. “Reya, your always hungry.” “Shut up” you tell him. “Since when have you turned down food?” you ask him with a smirk. “True” he tells you with a grin. You head out to your favorite diner. “So clubbing huh??” You ask the boys while eating another french fry. You already know they like going there to meet girls. It's hard for them to meet and keep girlfriends. A lot of the girls would get jealous of your relationship with Alex and Josh. They did have relationships, but not many serious ones. You felt like a lot of it was your fault and you would try and distance yourself from Alex and Josh. They would always tell you that it wasn't your fault and if girls couldn't handle you in their lives, then they weren’t worth being with. When you were teenagers, you did have feelings for both of them. You did actually kiss them both once during a drunken game of truth or dare, but the romantic feelings weren't there. At least not for you. If they did have feelings for you, they never showed it. You were fine with that. You have had a few relationships throughout the years. You weren't a nun and the boys knew you dated, but they didn't know the full extent. They still thought you were a virgin. You found that funny. When you did lose your virginity, the guy broke your heart. You found out he was in a relationship already and you were the side piece. You confronted him and beat him up. You vowed to never again fall in love. Most of your hookups were handsome guys you met that were just passing through town. You knew you would never see them again. You preferred it that way. Less drama.

“Come on Reya” Like you don't want to meet some guys.” Alex says rolling his eyes. You grin at him. You finish your meals and head out to the club.

You walk into club Kismet and straight up to the bouncer. He smiles letting you in. You walk into the club and straight to the VIP section. You take a seat and pull out your fake id. You order a bottle of your favorite tequila. Josh pours shots for everyone. “To Reya, Happy Birthday here's to you getting laid” He tells you laughing. You choke on your drink. “Shut up Josh.” you tell him smacking your shoulder. “What your an adult now.” He tells you with a smirk. “My love life is none of your business.” You tell him before taking another shot. “Are we really gonna discuss this. I came here to party not talk about Reya’s love life.” Alex says rolling his eyes. You guys have another shot. You look over the balcony to the dancefloor below. Its packed. “Ready to mingle?” Alex asks you. You nod grinning at him. The three of you head for the dance floor. You dance with both of them for the first few songs, then split up as they start dancing with other girls. As soon as they leave your side. You are approached by a guy that was a little too drunk. He starts to dance with you and you let him at first. Then he starts to get a little handsy. “So you walk away leaving him on the dancefloor. He doesn't even blink grabbing at another girl.

You walk back up to the VIP section and take another shot and you can feel eyes on you. You turn around. You see a man with piercing hazel eyes come up to you. He is tall, handsome, well built with black hair neatly combed. You blush. “Would you like to dance?” He asks you. “Umm sure” you tell him a little dazed. You aren't sure if it's the alcohol or his looks that have you flushed. “You head out to the dance floor. As a slow song starts playing. He grabs you close and you feel your breath leave your body as his eyes look you over. “You are a good dancer.” You tell him and he chuckles. “So are you.” he says with a grin. “What's your name? He asks you? Mireya you tell him. “What is yours?” you ask him. “Nicolas.” “Nice to meet you Nicolas.” you tell him with a smile. “I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but today is your birthday, correct?” Nicolas asks. “Yes. I turned 21 today you tell him “ He laughs. “You look a little young to be 21 Mireya.” He tells you. You blush avoiding his eyes. He leans in close and whispers in your ear. “Don't worry your secret is safe with me.” You smile looking into his ever changing eyes. You clear your throat as the song ends. “I would love to get to know you better.” He tells you. Your heart skips a beat. “Okay how about we go sit?” He follows you back to VIP. You talk for awhile as you drink. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and on the way back you feel a shiver go down your spine. You turn around and see a handsome man with dark brown hair and eyes walking up to you. Your heart skips a beat, warmth shooting thru you as you watch him approach. The desire to kiss him almost too much. He walks right up to you. He leans down and tells you. “Be careful, don’t trust him.” “What?” you say confused. “Be careful Mireya, don’t trust him.” he says again and leaves. You stand there stunned. Who was that man and how did he know my name? You look around trying to find him but he is nowhere to be seen. What the hell? You take a few deep breaths. Come on Mireya, get yourself together.

You walk back to VIP and see that Nicolas talking with Alex, Josh, and the 2 women they were dancing with earlier. They are laughing as you approach. “So I see you met Nicolas.” you tell them both. “Yeah, we were just talking about you.” ugh, great. You could only imagine what they said. “Dont worry Mireya, all good stuff.” Nicolas says seeing the look on your face. The girls with Alex and Josh just glared at you. Here we go again. “Forgive my brothers,” you tell them with a smile. Upon hearing the word brother the girls immediately relaxed. “I’m Mireya.” They smiled but did not give their names. “This is Tiffany and Lisa.” Josh says trying to ease the tension in the air. “Nice to meet you.” You say giving them a fake smile. Nicolas clears his throat. “So we were just talking and I was telling them that I could give you a ride home if you wanted.” You look at Nicolas surprised. He was brave to be telling Josh and Alex that. “Actually, we promised dad that we would bring Reya home.” Alex says. Glaring at Nicolas. “Reya?” Nicolas says looking at you. “Its my nickname.” You tell him blushing. He smiles at the boys. “of course.” Nicolas says. “It was a pleasure meeting you Mireya.” he kisses your cheek before he leaves. The boys kiss the girls goodnight and follow you outside.

You had park the car a block away. So you follow the boys down an alleyway as you all stumble into each other. Alex had already sobered up so he could drive and was having a hard time keeping you upright. You giggled holding on to Alex to keep from falling. “So I take it you had a good birthday?” He asks you. “Hell yeah she did.” Josh answers for you. You laugh. It was a lot of fun until you cockblocked me.” You tell him with a smirk. He stops to look at you surprised. “What?” he says anger in his eyes. “You heard me” you tell him. You guys said I should get laid and then you cockblock me.” Alex stops walking to look at you. He takes a deep breath and says. “Reya, your drunk. You don't know what your saying.” He grabs you by the waist and starts walking again. “Whatever” you tell him rolling your eyes. Before Alex could respond you hear Josh behind you throwing up in the alley. “Get it all out now cuz your not puking in my car.” Alex tells Josh. You laugh. A strong smell hits your nose. You have never smelled it before. It was like a dog, copper, and sulfur. Then you hear a noise in the alleyway. “What was that?” you ask. Then you hear a howl. “That can't be good.” you say shivering. You look around and see three pairs of eyes glowing in the dark. “What the hell?” Alex asks. You see what looks like 3 huge wolves standing on hind legs come out of the dark and surround you, growling. Before you can scream. They attack.

Chapter 3

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super cliche sleepover fic that i’ll title later oops

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this is the first thing i’ve finished in a while, so i apologize if its a little rough!

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, brief mention of awkward adolescent boners

You’ve known Jared since elementary school. You, Jared, and Evan were the best of friends (though Jared’s actions didn’t always reflect that). It was tradition since 5th grade that every other weekend the three of you would have a sleepover, alternating houses every time.

This weekend was supposed to be Evan’s turn to host, but since Heidi was off from work and free of classes Evan decided he wanted to spend some quality time with his mom. It was kind of cute in your opinion, though Jared teased him for “hanging out with his mommy” until you punched him in the arm, effectively shutting him up. It was decided, after a game of rock paper scissors, that the sleepover would be held at Jared’s house this time.

“This is boring.” Jared said around a mouthful of cold pizza.

“We can watch something else?” you suggested, picking up the remote.

“Not the show.” he swallowed. “Just… this.” he gestured vaguely.

“But this is what we always do.” You looked from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air reruns playing on the TV and the box of leftover pizza in the floor between you.

“Exactly!” He paused to take a sip of Coke. “We do this all the time. We should be taking advantage of this opportunity!” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Come on, Y/N, Evan isn’t here. We should be embracing the freedom; using this opportunity to do something that Evan would never be chill with!”

“Making phone calls?” you joked, though you felt a little bad.

“No.”

“Confronting our fears?”

“No.”

“Making prolonged physical contact?” The words left your mouth before you had a chance to think about how they actually sounded. You couldn’t help the warmth that spread over your cheeks.

“Wow, Y/N, I didn’t know you felt that way about me.” Jared teased, though you could see the tips of his ears turning pink.

“I was going to say,” he continued, “That my parents wouldn’t notice if a little something went missing from the liquor cabinet.” You looked over at him, a devious smile stretching across your lips to match the one on his.

-

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, taking the bottle of Jim Beam from Jared, your hands overlapping, “What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you?” Jared had, after a couple drinks, the bright idea of getting to know new information about each other.

“Oh god.” He slurred, rubbing his hands over his face in an exaggerated manner, “Okay, don’t laugh.” he warned, but you were already a giggling mess.

“I said don’t!” A grin spread over his face in spite of his scolding. You mimed zipping your lips together, but took a drink directly from the bottle immediately after.

“When I was like twelve,” He began, his face bright red. Whether from the memory he was about to share or the alcohol, you didn’t know. “I went to the orthodontist, right? And I’m going through, you know, twelve year old boy things.” he grabbed the bottle from you and took a big swallow before handing it back and continuing. “So the orthodontist comes in and she grabs that fuckin’ bib, you know, that paper towel thing that they clamp around your neck? She does one side, and then leans over to do the other and-- fuck.” he starts laughing, burying his face in his hands.

“C’mon, Jare! You can’t stop now!” You didn’t know where this story was going, but you were laughing nonetheless.

“Okay, okay,” he took a few deep breaths to compose himself before going on. “So she leans over and- I couldn’t help it, okay? I look down and her top was just, really low cut. I didn’t even know what was happening! She sat back up straight and sees what effect that had on me. Then just, she freezes, gets up and fuckin’ walks out! She leaves the room!”

You choke on the mouthful of whiskey, coughing harshly before howling with laughter.

“Oh my god, Jared! What happened after that?”

“They sent a guy dentist back in.” he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

“And he just goes on like nothing happened, like he’d always been my orthodontist. I never saw her again.” he shook his head.

It took a good five minutes for you to calm down enough to speak again.

“What about you?” Jared asked, resting his head lazily against his bed, which he was currently leaned back against.

“You were there for it.” You told him, face heating up at the recollection. “Freshman year, when I was wearing that strapless dress?”

“I don’t remember that,” he lied. He definitely remembered that. He’d thought about it every night in the shower for weeks after it happened.

“God,” you groaned. “It was this brand new dress. I loved it. It was long and flowing and it made me feel like a fairy. We were all sitting on the ground in drama class for some fucking reason. It was my turn to do my monologue, so I go to get up but I was standing on the skirt of my dress so when I stood up,” you were thankful you were drunk enough to laugh at the memory, “When I stood up the top of my dress gets pulled down, in front of the entire class.”

“Evan had to leave the room.” Jared added, snickering.

“You said you didn’t remember!” you shrieked, hitting him on the arm.

“Hey, i was trying to get you to talk about it. talking about it helps, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Anyway, I went home after that. Called my mom to come pick me up and spent the rest of the day crying in my room.” The smile slid off Jared’s face.

“I didn’t know that.” he felt bad for using your humiliation as jack-off material as a fourteen-year-old. And then suddenly worse, the more he thought about just how often he thought of you, one of his best friends, when he was having his “personal time”.

“It’s whatever.” you shrug, grinning slightly. “It was years ago.”

“Okay,” he said after a stretch of uncomfortable silence.

“When was your first kiss?” You immediately looked away, chewing your lip uncomfortably.

“You go first.” You snatched the bottle back from him and took a swig. It was almost gone.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“That’s a lame fuckin’ response, Y/N.” he laughed. “But I have nothing to be embarrassed about, so I’ll tell you.” He told you a story about some girl at sleepaway camp when he was fifteen.

You remembered him coming home and bragging to Evan about it, saying he got more action than Evan did that summer. You also remember that was the moment that you simultaneously realized you had a crush on Jared and tried to push it aside and forget about it forever.

“Well?” Jared asked, eyeing you expectantly.

“Well, I’ve never actually, um, kissed anybody” you mumbled.

“What?” You expected Jared to laugh, but he didn’t.

“You would’ve heard about it if i had, Jared.” Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, just passing the bottle back and forth until it was empty.

“Do you want to?” he asked. You watched his hands twisting the cap on and off the bottle anxiously.

“Do I want to what?”

“Kiss somebody.”

“I mean, yeah obviously.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

You snapped your head up to look him in the eye.

“You- You’re drunk.” you laughed nervously.

“So are you. But that’s not what I asked.” he looked completely serious. You chewed at a bit of dead skin on your lip. It brought a concerning thought to the front of your mind.

“My lips are chapped.” Jared dug around in his pocket for a moment until he pulled out some Chapstick, handing it over to you.

“Ew, Jared, this is warm.” You grimaced but used it anyway. “I won’t be any good at it.” you told him, handing the tube back to him.

“Neither will I. I’ve only done it once.”

“More than I have.” you mumbled.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” his voice was soft.

“No, I-I just...”

“Just?”

“What would it mean? Would it make things weird between us?”

“If it does we can blame it on the alcohol.” he offered a small grin. You licked your lips, tasting the cherry of the borrowed lip balm.

Your palms were sweating slightly, stomach twisting with anxiety. You couldn’t imagine what this would be like sober.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, Jared. I want to kiss you.”

He bit back a grin as he scooted towards you, sitting up on his knees. He placed one hand softly on your cheek. You were strangely relieved to find out that his palms were also somewhat moist.

Gross. Don’t think about that right now.

His other hand moved down to rest on your hip. You suddenly became aware that you didn’t know what to do with your own hands. His lips were on yours before you could mention it. It was clumsy. It was discoordinated. It was a little too wet. But it was good.

Your hand moved on its own accord to the back of his neck, pulling him closer into you. His mouth worked against yours, easier now. You parted your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You tasted the whiskey on him and imagined he tasted the same thing. Your mind began to wander to why you couldn’t taste the liquor on your own tongue, or why you couldn’t taste your own tongue at all. That’s weird, isn’t it? Or is it not? You’re not supposed to taste your tongue. It isn’t touching itself, so really you couldn’t even--

You were soon brought back into the moment by the grip on your hip tightening. You moved your right hand up to rest on the one cupping your cheek.

He pulled away, looking down at you with a crooked smile. You looked down shyly, unable to help the small grin creeping across your own face.

“That,” Jared cleared his throat. “That wasn’t bad.”

“No,” you shook your head, “It wasn’t.”

You brushed your teeth beside each other in silence, avoiding looking at each other in the bathroom mirror. Jared filled up two dixie cups with water and grabbed a bottle of aspirin before heading back into his room and setting them down on his bedside table.

“Gonna feel like shit in the morning.” he yawned, getting into bed.

“It’ll be worth it.” You said, smile evident in your voice as you climbed in alongside him in favor of the pile of pillows and blankets in the floor you would normally have at a sleepover. You told yourself it was because Evan wasn’t there to be left in the floor alone. Yeah, you’d totally all share a bed if you’d fit, but it would be rude to make one person sleep on the hard floor all by them self while the other two got the bed. That was totally it.

You reached to turn off the lamp beside you before adjusting into a comfortable position. Jared’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close against him.

“This okay?” he murmured into the back of your neck.

“Better than okay.” you whispered back, snuggling into his hold.

You didn’t know what this made you, or how it affected your relationship; You could have that awkward discussion in the morning over painkillers and black coffee.

Right now though, with Jared pressed against your back and his warm breath ghosting over your neck in the most soothing way possible, you were content.

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Kiwi

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (Y/N) drags Jughead along to the “club with shitty security.”

Warnings: underage drinking

Word count: 2,176

A/N: here is the first “drabble” for this series, which will eventually all build up to a dramatic part 2!! Hope you enjoy, I had so much fun writing this one!

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect And all the boys, they were saying they were into it Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

“Jesus,” (Y/N) moaned as she flopped onto Jughead’s bed.  “That was a fucking long week.”

“Who knew a writing internship could be this physically exhausting?” Jughead agreed, sitting next to her.  “At least we have the weekend to relax.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, rubbing the white hotel sheets between her fingers.  “How would you like to unwind this weekend, Mr. Jones?”

“Well, Ms. (Y/L/N),” Jughead smiles coyly, “last week I got to choose, and we ended up at Central Park. I believe it’s your turn to choose.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) responded, then fell into silence as she debated what to do.  Jughead watched her with a smile as she bit her lip, eyes furrowed in concentration.

“You’re taking this very seriously,” he noted, laughing at her intense facial expression.  

Her face loosened from its focused state.  “This is serious business, Jug,” she stated as seriously as she could.  “If this ends up being not being relaxing enough, we’ll go back on Monday feeling like absolute shit.  And then it’ll make next week even longer and more exhausting.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Jughead raised his hands in mock surrender.  “This is a matter of life and death.”

“Exactly,” (Y/N) said. She retreated back into silence as she contemplated how they would spend their weekend.  “I got it!” she exclaimed after a few minutes of thought.  

Jughead raised an eyebrow. “What are we gonna do?” he asked, a small smirk forming on his face.

(Y/N)’s face exploded into a giant grin.  “We’re gonna go clubbing.”

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it I'm kind of into it

“Are you serious?” Jughead demanded, eyes widening.  

(Y/N) nodded, not showing any signs of joking around.  “Of course I’m serious.  What better way to unwind than to get some alcohol in your system?”

“What if we get caught?” he questioned.  “(Y/N), this could fuck up our internship.”

“If we get caught,” she winked.  “Jug, it’ll be fine.  I went there once before you arrived here.  It’s really not too bad, and there’s no way that anyone will find out.”

“How do you know that?” Jughead pressed.  “How do you know someone from the building won’t be there and see us?  Or maybe a bar fight will break out and the cops will show up, and they’ll notice we’re there.  How do you know it’ll be okay?”

“Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, ending his tangent, “it will be okay. Listen, if you don’t wanna go, that’s fine.  I can go on my own.”  She stood up from the bed and grabbed her phone.  “I’m gonna go get ready.  Just text me if you change your mind.”  She exited his hotel room, leaving Jughead alone with his doubts.

Of course he didn’t want to go clubbing.  He was, after all, an antisocial weirdo who didn’t even like going to clubs.  Putting his internship as risk was just the cherry on top.  But then he started thinking about (Y/N) on her own, and he grew worried about the kind of people who lurk out in the New York streets on Friday nights.  If he wasn’t with her, who knew what could happen.

That, Jughead decided, was worth risking his internship for.  He quickly picked up his phone, and his thumbs tapped out a text.  He read it aloud right before he hit send: “Fuck it, let’s go clubbing.”

It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it Oh, I think she said, "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business. I'm having your baby, it's none of your business (it's none of your, it's none of your). I'm having your baby (hey), it's none of your business. I'm having your baby (hey), it's none of your, it's none of your."

“I’m glad you changed your mind.”  (Y/N) stood at his door an hour later, sporting a little black dress.  She looked him up and down, evaluating the clothes he changed into.  “Nice outfit.”

“You as well,” Jughead returned the compliment, slowly closing the door behind him.  “Shall we go?”  He offered his arm to her, which she gladly accepted.  

The New York streets were equally, if not more, busy during the nighttime.  There were crowds of people maneuvering past each other on the sidewalks, some of the tipsier people practically dancing to the song of blaring car horns.  (Y/N)’s steps grew bouncier as they neared the club.

“I know this isn’t your scene,” she whispered to Jughead, “so thank you for coming.”  

Jughead looked down at her, shocked.  “How do you know it’s not my scene?” he asked indignantly.  “Maybe I actually love clubbing.”

(Y/N) burst out into laughter.  “Yeah sure, and maybe I actually love running marathons,” she sarcastically retorted. Then she became serious.  “Listen, Jug, I know you.  You’re my friend.  I figured that it wasn’t just the risk underage drinking imposes on our internship that turned you off from clubbing.  So thank you for coming with me.”

“In my defense,” Jughead stated, “the only reason I came is so that you won’t get mugged.”

“Well thanks for that,” (Y/N) bent her head back with laughter, “but I could totally handle myself.”

“You could not!”

“Yeah I could!” she defended herself.  “I could totally beat up someone.”

“No you wouldn’t,” he scoffed.  “You’re way too weak.  You get tired at a writing internship.”

“Touché.”

It's New York, baby, always jacked up Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus In a black dress, she's such an actress

(Y/N) batted her eyelashes at the doubtful bouncer.  

“You two don’t look twenty-one,” he stated, his voice low and gruff.  

“And you don’t look a day over thirty,” she winked at the obviously in-his-forties man.  

He only rolled his eyes. “Look, miss, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but drinking under the age of twenty-one is illegal,” he sarcastically explained.

“I’m not a ditz,” she snapped.  “Besides, we’re not here to drink, we’re here to dance.”  She glanced over at Jughead and nudged him in the side.  “Right, Jug?”

“Right,” he immediately replied.  Satisfied, (Y/N) put her hands on her hips as she turned to face the bouncer.

“See?” she said. “Just here to dance.”

“Fine,” the bouncer huffed. “But only for this one time. You’re not getting in here again until you both turn twenty-one.”

“Thank you, sir,” (Y/N) cooed, sending him a smile.  She grabbed Jughead’s hand as she led him inside, the music growing louder.  “I told you it’d be fine,” she yelled over the music.

Jughead shook his head. “We almost got caught,” he yelled back.

“But we didn’t!” she reminded him.

“I’m starting to second guess this decision,” he groaned, but still allowed (Y/N) to yank him over to the bar.  “I thought we weren’t getting any alcohol.”

“Oh, sweetie, you believed me?” (Y/N) giggled.  “I came here to get tipsy, Jug.  I’m not stupid, so I’m obviously not gonna order my drinks here at the bar.  Wait for them to start sending waitresses out onto the dance floor.  You just drop some cash on their tray and take a drink.  It’s simple.”

“This is insane!”

(Y/N) laughed loudly and winked.  “But don’t lie, you like it!”

Driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it I'm kind of into it It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it Oh, I think she said, "I'm having your baby (hey), it's none of your business. I'm having your baby (hey), it's none of your business (it's none of your, it's none of your). I'm having your baby (hey), it's none of your business. I'm having your baby (hey), it's none of your, it's none of your."

“Take a shot,” (Y/N) commanded, holding up two shot glasses, one further towards Jughead.  

He furiously shook his head. “No way,” he replied, swatting it away. “It’s bad enough you dragged me here. You’re not getting me drunk.”

“First of all, Jug, you dragged yourself here,” (Y/N) reminded him.  She quickly took her shot.  “And second, lighten up.  If you’re having such a bad time here, then you can either leave, or,” she inched the second shot glass a little closer to him, “you can get tipsy and actually have a good time.”

Jughead rolled his eyes and shook his head again.  “No,” he refused.  “No way.”

“Aw come on, Jug,” she whined, sticking out her lower lip.  “Just one shot?”

Jughead hesitated for a moment, eyeing the shot glass.  “No.”

“You hesitated,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“No I didn’t,” he argued. “I’m not drinking anything except soda and water here, (Y/N).  Think of me as your designated driver.”

“Jughead, we walked here.”

“Then I’m your designated walker,” he shrugged.  “You and I both know you’ll be too drunk to walk properly.”

“One shot is barely gonna get you tipsy,” she countered, still holding the glass out towards him. “Come on, Jug, let loose.  Have a bit of fun.”

“I am plenty fun when I’m sober,” he defended himself.  

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Sure you are.”

“You know what? Fine.”  Jughead snatched the shot glass out of (Y/N)’s hand, ignoring the growing smirk on her face.  “Just one shot, though.”  He quickly took the shot and handed the empty glass back to (Y/N).  “Happy?”

(Y/N) laughed as she walked towards the dance floor, “Very!”

She sits beside me like a silhouette Hard candy dripping on me 'til my feet are wet And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this

Two hours into the night, (Y/N) was drunkenly dancing with strangers.  She, with her magical powers of persuasion, managed to convince Jughead to have a few drinks.  He wasn’t nearly as drunk as (Y/N) was, but he was definitely tipsier than he expected. However tipsy he was, though, there was no way (Y/N) would be able to drag Jughead onto the dance floor.

He watched from the sidelines as she danced with some guy who was definitely older than her.  She, in her joyously drunken state, didn’t seem to mind.  His hands were on her waist, and Jughead watched as they slowly inched down towards her ass.

“Hey!” he yelled, storming onto the dance floor.  (Y/N) and the man’s heads snapped to look at him.  “Hands off of her, buddy.”  The guy rolled his eyes as he held up his hands in mock-surrender.

“Whatever, dude,” he scoffed as he walked off.  

(Y/N) grinned at Jughead, causing him to send her a confused glance.  “You’re on the dancefloor,” she noted.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Only to protect you.”

“How sweet,” she cooed, grabbing his hand.  “Since you’re here, let’s dance.”  

Jughead tried to pull her in the opposite direction.  “Let’s not.”

“Aw come on, Jug,” she pouted, too drunk to resist his tugs.  “You haven’t danced with me all night.”

Jughead glanced at the exit, and then he turned to face a moping (Y/N).  He rolled his eyes as he sighed, “Fine, but only one song and then we’re leaving.”

(Y/N)’s grin returned as she led him to the dance floor.  “It’s a deal.”

It's none of your, it's none of your "I'm having your baby (hey), it's none of your business." "I'm having your baby (hey), it's none of your business" (it's none of your, it's none of your) "I'm having your baby (hey), it's none of your business" "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business" (it's none of your, it's none of your)

“Come on, (Y/N), we’re almost there,” Jughead had his arm wrapped around her waist, her arm slung around his shoulders.  “I thought you’d be able to hold your alcohol better than that.”

“Maybe I just like it when you hold me like this,” (Y/N) flirtatiously whispered with a smirk.  Jughead ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he continued to trudge towards the hotel.

“Just a little bit further,” he muttered, practically dragging (Y/N) along next to him.  When they reached the hotel, they both stumbled into the elevator.  Jughead kept his arm firmly wrapped around her waist until they stood in front of her door.  “Can you make it into your room alright?” Jughead jokingly asked, but there was a bit of concern behind it.

“I’ll be fine, thank you, Jug,” (Y/N) laughed as she unwrapped her arm from around his shoulders. She walked into her room in a perfectly sober manner, causing Jughead to question if she really meant it when she said she liked it when he wrapped his arm around her waist.  Right before she shut her door, she winked at him, leaving a flabbergasted Jughead standing alone in the hotel hallway.

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Drunken Confessions

AN: I got inspired to write this request quickly, so here it is! I have one request left until I don’t have any more, so send requests...or just message me with questions or anything like that if you want! Enjoy

Pair-Kyle/Reader

Word Count-1831

Warnings-drinking, swears, 

Summary-Telling Miles a secret crush that you have with a co-worker isn’t the best idea, especially if he’s drinking with said person and getting drunk. Miles tells Y/N’s secret about her crush on Kyle and Kyle confesses his feelings back. 

The animation department has its advantages, but one of the major disadvantages of working in it is having your crush work with you during the whole work day, especially when your crush doesn't have a single clue about it. My life is based on this disadvantage that it's too distracting at times. Sure, he wasn't exactly in the animation department, but he sure worked with them a lot. The person that I've had a crush on since I basically started is the reason for ranting to myself while I'm staring at my computer screen.

To the right, I can see him and Miles laughing at a story Josh was telling them, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he was with his friends. His deep voice rang out in the office. Those who didn't wear headphones had the pleasure of their ears being filled with one of his many jokes. I had to stifle a smile as I tried focusing on the RVB scene at hand.

Kerry called, "Kyle, Miles! Can you come over and check the scene real quick? I want another opinion."

The brunette's eyes went from Miles to Kerry, nodding his head and soon heading over to the desk that Kerry was asking about. He passed me, smiling politely and greeting me. I nodded back, a faint smile on my lips. Miles looked at me, eyebrow raised in questioning over the interaction. I rolled my eyes at him, going back to the scene.

I finished my work for the day, happy to leave for the weekend. Miles and a few others were hanging out at his apartment later tonight so I had a little while until I had to be there. I decided to stop at HEB and get some food and drinks for tonight for Miles.

The party started with just me and Miles since we live right next to each other, which is one of the reasons for me even getting into being an animator at Rooster Teeth. We live on the same floor and quickly became friends when I first moved.

"So, Y/N, what was that today during work?"

I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

He laughed, "When you were staring at Kyle and then blushed when he said hi to you."

I groaned, "I didn't blush, you moron. And you know that I get distracted sometimes when I animate. You guys were being loud and I just watched." 

He didn't want to take my excuses for an answer. Instead of brushing it off like a normal human, he decided to interrogate me.

"Do you like him?"

I shook my head, "No."

"Then why do you always stare at him or be nice to him?"

"Well Miles, since I'm nice to you do I have a crush on you?"

He exclaimed, "YOU JUST ADMITTED THAT YOU LIKE HIM!!"

I opened my mouth to say something, but I realized that I did in fact do that. Admitting defeat, I closed my eyes, trying to be dead as I laid on the couch.

Miles promised me, "I'll keep it a secret though, okay? I don't want you to hate me for doing this."

We promised and I warned, "If you tell anyone, I'm taking all of your anime merch. Got it?"

He agreed, laughing as I heard someone knock on the door. People arrived and the party started. Mostly, it was just named a party and more like a hang out. We all drank and ate while playing the various video games that Miles had. A small drinking game even started where whenever someone died in a game we'd take a drink, and boy did we drink a lot.

It was nearing midnight and almost everyone was drunk. I quit the drinking game after my first beer but most seemed to keep going. Therefore, I became everyone's mother and took care of everyone, but mostly Miles. He was absolutely hammered and I regret ever getting the drinks for the party.

Miles slung an arm around my shoulders and slurred to the group, "Hey guys! Do you ever feel like animation has some people that are just too attractive, but you can't date them?"

I asked, "Why are you like this, Miles?"

I noticed that Kerry was drunk as well, making me sigh. My bosses were some of the weirdest people drunk, and a lot to handle as well.

I grabbed Miles' hand as I told him, "Hey. Maybe we should get you to bed, okay? You gotta sleep off the drunkenness before something bad happens."

Miles pouted, "No. You can't tell me what to do, I'm your boss."

I countered, "And you're acting like you're five. Bed, Miles."

He huffed, walking away to the couch to sit down. I rolled my eyes, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and going to hand it to him. Miles looked at me through glassy eyes to give me a half-serious glare.

I told him, "If you want to stay out here, drink this so your hangover isn't horrible."

Kerry whined next to me, "My beer is gone."

I grabbed the empty bottle from him and he whined even more. I disposed of the empty bottle, grabbing another water bottle for Kerry, deciding both of them need to stop drinking. The others seemed amused by my parenting my bosses, silently watching with smiles on their faces. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Kyle sip on his second beer for the night and watch as this scene played out. Instead of concentrating on making myself not look like a fool, I focused on the drunkest pair I've seen tonight.

Kerry almost threw the water bottle at me but decided to drink it after I opened it for him and coaxed him into drinking it with promises of buying him a figurine from one of his newest anime obsessions. I almost cried with joy after the two finished their bottles. Now, the hard part was upon us: getting them to bed. I wasn't going to let Kerry go home at this state, so Miles' bed would have to do for the both of them. But the hard part of moving the both of them was my next challenge. Since Miles was the easiest to deal with, I asked Kyle to bring him to his room. He agreed and basically carried the man to his room. With them gone, I faced Kerry more seriously.

I told him, "Come on, Kerry. It's time for bed. Up you go."

He followed orders, but not without the complaining drunk Kerry had. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually we were able to leave the living room and go into Miles' room.

Already, Miles was passed out in his side of the bed. Kyle stood up from his spot near the bed, giving me a confused look as he passed me. I shook it off, just thinking that Miles probably told him something really weird or suggestive, and got Kerry into bed, both of them laying on their sides in case they vomit in their sleep. 

The rest of the night was wrapped up pretty quickly. Everyone else went home via rideshare and I was able to clean up and write a quick note explaining what happened and why they're sleeping together. I left towards my apartment without much thought.

The next work day, I needed to ask Kyle a few questions pertaining the set of scenes I was given. It seemed as if he was avoiding me like the plague since whenever I got the courage to speak to me, he gave an excuse to leave as soon as possible. I wondered what happened. Did he realize that he didn't like me? My mind went to the party and when Kyle brought Miles to bed. A drunk Miles can say anything, and I wanted to know what he said but I already had a feeling of what he said.

"Miles Luna, what did you tell Kyle when you were drunk?"

His eyes widened at the sudden outburst on our way back to work from our lunch break. He paused, thinking back to the party.

Miles countered, "I didn't tell him anything, Y/N."

I raised an eyebrow, "Then why does he act differently around me, huh?"

His mind searched for the answer, giving a terrified expression as he whispered his response.

"I've fucked up."

His eyes locked with mine as he went onto his knees, holding his hands up for forgiveness.

"I-I-I didn't mean to, I swear! My drunk self decided that they wanted you two together and they said that without thinking of the consequences! Please, I'll make it up to you! I'll buy you a month's worth of take out and I won't give you as much work! Just don't murder me in this parking lot."

I looked around, wondering if anyone else was witnessing this happen.

Just when I turned back to Miles, I heard from the car that just pulled in, "Does your sober self feel the same way about us, Miles?"

I froze as I saw Kyle get out of the passenger seat of Josh's car, a small smile on his face. He walked up to us as Miles stood back up, wiping the dirt off of his jeans.

Kyle asked again, "Do you feel the same way now, Miles?"

Miles swallowed, nodding his head cautiously.

Kyle turned to me and said, "What about you then, Y/N? Do you ship us together?"

I stuttered out while my face was flushed, "I-I do, but if you're not attracted to me then it's completely fine. I'm fine with just being friends."

Kyle walked right in front of me, where Miles was seconds before. He smiled as he was given a bouquet of flowers from Josh, who was done parking his car.

He asked, "I've liked you even before Miles told me, but I didn't know how to ask you. Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me and making this ship happen?"

I laughed, nodding my head yes. His smile grew and he brought me into a hug. The flowers were given to me after it, the two boys watching started cheering. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Miles smiled, "Come on, lovebirds. We gotta get back to work."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah of course, boss."

Miles added, "You two are gonna be the cutest couple in animation."

"Not you and Kerry?"

"HEY!"

I laughed, "Kidding....You still owe me take out though for spilling my secret." Miles sighed, nodding his head in defeat. Kyle watched our bickering with a happy expression. It was all because of Miles that this even happened, even if his drunken mouth was the cause of it. Still, he became the best wingman even in the least sober of states, and I'd never have wanted it any other way.

[just-shower-thots-responses]

Bar Fight ((Underswap Drabble/Open Starter))

Papyrus was smoking out by his sentry, as usual when he got the call. Muffet usually didn't call during business hours, so he had a slight sense of concern when he saw her name on his phone, yet he didn't seem to rushed to answer. “Hello?”

“Papyrus, it's Muffet.”

“Muffet, I have caller I.D. on my phone, I know it's you. What's up?”

“Could you keep an eye on the shop for me for a little while?” That definitely got his attention, forcing him to remove the cigarette from his teeth as he sat up, suddenly leaning on his shed. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes yes, I just need to take Danish to the Vet ER.”

“What?!”

“He's fine, he just swallowed something he shouldn't have. Normally I'd just leave the shop to my spiders, but it's getting close to night hours, and I need someone to keep an eye on the place.” “Why me and not Sans?”

“Do you really want to leave your brother that close to the sweets, unsupervised?”

“Point taken.” He sighed, putting the cigarette back in his mouth. “Can you please do this for me, Paps?” Muffet begged on the other line. Paps pulled the cigarette back out, puffing out the smoke.

“I dunno, I did kinda have plans...” Said plans merely consisted of harassing his brother online by sending him puns to his ask. Always a good time. “I'll give you free alcohol for the rest of the night.”

“Wait, seriously?!” “Yes, but you need to come as quickly as possible.” “Alright. It's a deal.” He nodded. “I'm on my way, but I gotta text Sans so he doesn't freak out.”

“Alright. I'll get everything set up for you to serve the alcohol. See you soon, Muffin Top.” Papyrus couldn't help but blush at the nickname.

“Muffet.” He whined. “We talked about this.”

“You're still my adopted son. I can call you whatever I want, deary.”

“Goodbye, Muffet!”

“Ahuhuhuhu!” She giggled before Paps hung up. He stood up, breathing in the last of his cig before throwing it on the ground behind his station. He started walking towards Muffets, texting Sans as he traveled through Snowdin.

“going to watch muffets for a while. ill be home whenever.” It didn't take long for Sans to text back.

“PAPYRUS! YOU CAN'T LEAVE IN THE MIDDLE OF WORK!!”

“she asked me to bro. she has to go to the capital for a bit so she wont be able to keep an eye on things during the night hours.”

“WHAT? TO THE CAPITAL?  DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?”

“danish apparently swallowed something bad for him but hes gonna be alright. she just has to get him into the vet er today.”

“OH MY GOD!!”

“ill be home whenever. ill keep you posted on danishs status tho.”

“OKAY. BUT JUST BE CAREFUL PAPS.”

“will do”

By the time Papyrus had gotten to Muffet's, the night hours were just about to start. When he walked in, Danish had already been whining in his cage, while Muffet's spiders were helping her bundle up. “Pappy, dear! Thank you for coming on such short notice.” “Hey, Muffet. What all do ya need me to do?” He asked, sitting kneeling down to look at poor, frightened Danish. “Hey buddy, you alright?” He asked, noting how the poor pet didn't have nearly as much energy and zeal to try to escape as he usually did when he was placed in a cage. Danish merely whined a response, prompting the skeleton to reach his hand in the cage and comfort the pastry pet. “There's not much for you to do. I've already gotten everything set up for the most part, and the spider's will take care of everything for you.” “Then why do you need me here?”He asked, removing his bony hand from the cage.

“All you need to do is watch over the people here, and make sure nobody gets into fights, the place doesn't catch on fire, etc. Just make sure nobody gets hurt and nothing gets broken.” She informed, grabbing her purse. “Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“You may have one drink while I'm gone.” She told him, holding up an index finger, as if to stress the point.

“Just one?! But you said-”

“I said I'd give you free drinks for the rest of the night. That starts once I get back to supervise you!”

“Muffet, I'm twenty-four! I-”

“Yet you still can't drink responsibly.” She scolded. “Sweetie, you need to keep your wits about you when you watch over the shop. I don't want anyone getting hurt, least of all you!”

“Alright, alright, fine.” He conceded, not too happy about the limitation in drinks.

“One drink. That's it. And trust me, I will know if you have more than that.” She warned, picking up Danish's cage. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Muffet.” He said, giving her a quick hug. “Be safe, okay? Don't get too cold out there.” Muffet gave the skeleton a quick peck on his cheekbone,before heading out the door.

“I won't.” She reassured as Papyrus handed her the scarf she nearly left on the table. “I'll be back in about four hours if the elevator's working. Five if the ER is busy.” She informed as she walked out the door.

As soon as she left, Papyrus slumped down into his usual spot at the bar. It was too early to drink, so he just sat at the bar with his honey, sipping away at the squeezy bottle, eyeing and considering the drinks that he'd try later. One particular bottle that he'd had been meaning to try for almost a year now. Paps watched the costumers fill in, getting their drinks from the spiders, which wasn't too uncommon, Muffet usually just took the orders and washed the glasses during these hours. He had to admit that he was incredibly bored without anyone to talk to, so he shot a few texts to Undyne, but he got no response. It didn't take him long to shoot a text to his brother.

“this is boring.” He took another sip from his squeezy bottle, but only to find that it was empty. He started to consider having that drink when a spider gave him a new bottle of honey that was shaped like a little teddy bear. He quickly recognized this particular spider, and him a smile. “Thanks, Gerald.” He said, holding out his hand for Gerald to crawl in, affectionately.

Although, he got scared and ran away when Paps' phone went off when Sans texted him back.

“HOW CAN YOU BE BORED, BROTHER? YOU LOVE MUFFET'S.” He sighed.

“you scared gerald.” He sent, already working on his explanation. “and im bored because theres no one to talk to. i love talking to muffet but shes not here and im boooorrreeeedddd!”

“OOPS TELL HIM I'M SORRY!” Sans texted back, sending another text as soon as he got Paps' other message. “DO YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER? I'M WITH ALPHYS RIGHT NOW, BUT I CAN HEAD OVER AFTER MY LESSONS.”

“nah bro. i know how much your show means to you and I wouldnt want you to miss it. but I wouldnt mind the company after napstons show.”

“ARE YOU SURE, BROTHER? IT'S A TWO-HOUR SPECIAL.”

“then forget it. muffet should be back by then anyway. ill see you when i see you.”

“OKAY...”

“i promise you its fine bro. ill tell reginald you said hi.”

“OKAY. SEE YOU TONIGHT!” Well that bought him some entertainment for a few minutes.

He checked for new messages from Undyne, but frowned when he saw none. It worried him.

“hey fish face you okay?” She could have just been busy, but there had been days were she'd seemed a bit hopeless... He checked the clock on his phone. Eleven thirty.

“Alright. It's as good a time as ever, I guess.” He grinned. He decided to try that bottle on the top shelf. “Hey, Gerald. Can you hand me that bottle up there?” He asked, pointing to the desired booze. The spider happily scurried up the wall and carefully slid the bottle down the web, letting Papyrus grab the heavy bottle about half-way to the counter. “Thanks, pal. Now let's see the alcohol content.” He said, with every intention of heeding Muffet's orders. He squinted his eyes, trying to read the fine print on the bottle,but to no avail. If he wanted to read the contents, he'd need to wear his glasses. 'Not worth it', he thought. He grabbed himself a tall beer glass, and put his hand on the top of the bottle, ready to twist it open, when a spider waved his arms for Papyrus to stop. “What's the matter?” He asked. The spider shook an arm, as if to say no. “Oh lay off, Reginald. You're such a buzz kill.” He says, twisting the cap off, and pouring the bottle's contents into the glass. Muffet said he could have one drink, but she never said what size after all. “I'm sure it can't be that bad.” He smiled, bringing the glass in close to drink from it. He'd had a high alcohol tolerance from drinking so much since high school. “Oh, and Sans says hi.” He took a sip, and his eye sockets widened, he nearly choked, feeling the alcohol's strength. “Wooo boy, that's a bit stronger than I expected.” He admitted, but it tasted really good. A bit more on the bitter side, but it was surprisingly tasty in his opinion, as someone who liked sweet drinks much more. He couldn't help but take another sip, a bit bigger than the last, and a bit more satisfying as well. He gave a drunken chuckle, the effects of the strong booze already taking effect on the skeleton, who hadn't eaten since lunch. Even to someone who hadn't grown up with the spider, anyone could tell that he face palmed.

Shortly after, a figure came over and sat next to Pap.

“So, you still hang around here?”

“Oh, hey Crash!” He chimed, clearly drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have greeted him so happily. Crash was an old friend of his in high school. More specifically, he was the lead guitarist in their old band. But they had a huge fight two months before they graduated, and Paps quit the band, leaving X Bones without a drummer, or a skeleton.

“Wow, you seem pretty drunk. Can I get whatever the fuck he's got?” The spider visibly sighed, almost deflating as he grabbed the glass that was intended for such a drink, an average shot glass. “No way, I want it in that glass.”

“Ooooh boy, I wouldn't buddy. This stuff's really strong!” Papyrus warned, already slurring his words. “In fact, you can just have the rest of this.” He said, sliding the half-empty beer glass his way. Normally he wouldn't give up such a good drink, but he was just barely sober enough to remember that he needed to be just a bit responsible.

“Wow, thanks, old buddy. How's it taste?”

“Oh my God, it's so good!!” He praised, seemingly forgetting why exactly he stopped hanging around Crash, who quickly took a gulp of the drink.

“Holy shit, you weren't kidding about the strength. But this shit is good though.”

“Right? So how's Mae? Last time I saw you, you guys were dating?” Papyrus slurred.

“Mae's just as beautiful as she was in high school. Why, still jealous?”

“Nah, dude. I'm content with my family.”

“Hahaha! Right. You still a virgin?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“And how's your stupid brother? Still a wet blanket?” Papyrus suddenly gave the other a glare.

“Sans is not a wet blanket.”

“Oh, so he's drinking now?” Papyrus was quiet for a second.

“Lemme rephrase. He never was a wet blanket. He was just smarter than the dumbasses who decided to start smoking in the first place.”

“Wow, you really haven't changed have you?” Crash laughed. “So my guess is that you've quit? How fucking lame.” Paps blushed, absolutely humiliated at the fact that he hadn't.

“Sh-shut up! You're the asshole that got me addicted in the first place!”

“Ahahahahaha! So you haven't yet?! And you're getting mad at me?” He took another gulp of his booze. “And is your brother still an idiot who doesn't understand this world?”

“Shut the fuck up! My brother is not stupid!!”

“Paps, c'mon. I've seen your brother. He is a complete dumbass.” Paps stood, forming a small bone bullet in his fist, but did nothing else. However, he kept the bone in his hand. It was all he could do to stop himself from firing the Gaster Blasters.

“Listen to me: My brother is not a dumbass. He was smart enough to not get addicted to drugs, or to smoking, or to drinking. He probably has more intelligence in his phalanges than you do in your entire body.  Now, if you're as smart as you claim, you'll get out of this bar.”

“Are you threatening me?” Crash growled. “Because your brother is not as smart as you think, whether you like it or not. After all, he did have the cigarette in his hand.”

“That's it. It's not an option anymore. Get out of the bar. Now!”

“Heh heh heh heh heh! What are you gonna do about it, hm?” Papyrus grabbed Crash's wrist, very forcefully, and started dragging him towards the door. Crash, didn't take too kindly to this, and used a magic attack to scratch his skull, grabbing the attention of everyone else in the bar. “Let go of me! What right do you have?!”

“The right that I am the owner's son. And she left me in charge. And I'm kicking you out!”

“The owner's son?! That's a laugh! She's not your real mom, and you know it.” Paps grabbed his other arm forcefully, and tried to put them behind his back, but Crash merely broke free, and punched him in the chest, knocking the skeleton over. Papyrus quickly stood up, angry and fueled by the whiskey. He was through playing around. He threw a punch to his shoulder, sinking nearly all of his weight into his fist, hitting his shoulder. Crash, who was clearly much better at fighting, threw a direct punch to his spine, forcing Paps to keel over. He spawned three bones, and hurled them at  Crash, who couldn't get out of the way in time. Crash merely threw out a needle attack, several of the syringe bullets piercing Papyrus' bones, forcing him to yelp in pain. Whether he liked it or not, Crash was a heavy hitter, so Paps quickly realized that he couldn't take anymore hits like that. He pulled the needles out, ignoring the blood that the pricks left. Bones lined up behind him. “Get out of this bar, jack ass!” He screamed, flinging the bones his way.

“Make me!” Crash snarled, showing his fangs, as he ducked down on all fours, lunging at the skeleton, and letting his bone attacks hit and destroy the table behind him. Paps made a row of blue bones, and stepped out of the way, only hurting Crash more, as he was unable to stop in mid air. “How did you-”

“Last warning. Get. Out.” Paps warned, spawning another bone in his hand. Crash suddenly lunged at Paps again, pinning the skeleton he knocked over to the ground. He began repeatedly punching him, almost mercilessly, before Papyrus managed to grab a hold of the bone he dropped, and knock him in the side of the head. He quickly stood, panting and feeling the cuts and bruises on his skull. He looked down at his hand, noting the blood on his hand, which only freaked him out, reminding him of his final moments in Judgment Hall. He quickly looked down at Crash, who he'd just knocked out. “...Shit...” He felt really bad. About everything that just happened. “S-sorry guys...Muffet's gonna be pissed.” HE said to the Spiders, who'd all gone into hiding since the fight began.

Crash suddenly stood, pissed as hell. “Just get out of here, okay. I don't want anyone else to get hurt!” Crash growled, bleeding heavily from the head. Saying nothing he punched Papyrus dead in the face, knocking him out. Once he was on the ground, he finished off his whiskey, and stumbled out of the bar, taking the glass with him.

The spiders quickly scurried around, panicking as they tried to rush everyone out and close the bar. They wouldn't be able to contact Muffet, and they couldn't speak on the phone, yet still they tried to call Sans in the hopes that he would realize something was wrong and come over.