#his hands/arms look weird i know..can yall ignore it for me :pleading:

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testing out some background brushes with link

[IMG ID: A drawing of Link from The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom standing in a tall grassy field at night. He is reaching out to catch a bright falling star fragment that is shining. /END ID]

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That scenario was really good😱 Yeonjun’s last line made me GASP lolol

can you do another scenario where Yeonjun gifts OC roses and a teddy bear through a delivery service so she is shocked when she receives them, how would Jungkook react? 😱

I love jealous/pissed/possessive Jungkook 🥵

YALL JUST REALLY LOVE THE DRAMA 💀💀 making my man suffer like this,,, you'll be hearing from my lawyers

im gonna be including this bit in the scenario so 😎

"Is this for you or me?" you ask Soyeon who can barely keep her eyes open after waking her upon seeing a bunch of gifts when you opened the door of your dorm room to attend your morning lecture. It's a teddy bear holding a bouqet of roses in its fluffy paw, sitting on the hall floor to provide you with today's first surprise.

You know Soyeon is single, and you know Jungkook like the back of your hand: his romance doesn't extend to these cheesy gestures. It may seem rude to not even think of the possibility that it might be your boyfriend's doing, and despite being such a hopeless romantic, you're certain it's not from him.

Soyeon grumbles drowsily as she stretches before rubbing her eyes with her fists. "What?" she yawns tiredly.

"That," you point past the open door and she follows the direction of your finger with puffy eyes.

"Definitely not," she answers with a sleep strained voice. "Look for a card." She doesn't leave room for a response before turning on her side to face away from you and fall back asleep.

You listen to her advice and crouch before the toy to search for anything that would reveal the identity of the delivery person. It's with close inspection that you find a white card stuffed between the roses.

In your hand it reads: Good morning, beautiful. Can't wait to see you in Human Anatomy.

There's your clarity, and you can't doubt it's Yeonjun when Soyeon doesn't even take this course. It's pathetic, you think, to try and court someone who's already in a stable relationship. This isn't him going after you, but beckoning you to go to him just like he said you would before calling your boyfriend a cliché. It more or less sounds like a mind game, and you're stuck between ignoring his advances completely or confronting him about it.

Yeonjun seemed like an understanding guy; he did say he wouldn't go around you asking for a date, and for two days, he hasn't. If he takes orders so well, it wouldn't hurt to tell him to leave you alone once and for all.

That's your reasoning to march down the hall and find Yeonjun after crumbling the note and leaving the gift on someone else's doorstep. Front rows are your go-to spot to not miss a single detail in your lecture, and it's no shocker seeing Yeonjun sitting on a front row bench.

You clench your fists and scowl to intimidate the creep before stomping over to him. Dismissing your demands is out of the question when your stance nothing short of angry. He needs to know you're not playing around, that he can't manipulate your naivety like he's attempting to.

His eyes twinkle the moment they land on you and he stops spinning his pencil to give you his utmost attention. Good, he's listening. You don't trespass the barrier in the form of a stretched out table between you two as you glower over him.

"I'm gonna make this short," you glare with slit eyes, "I don't want anything that has your fingerprints on it nor do I want to hear you speak to me ever again. Leave me alone or I will report you for harrassment. Say yes if you understand."

The light in his gaze dims momentarily as his awed smile falters. "Y-Yes." He appears afraid and innocent, but your gut denies it. "But may I ask why?"

"Oh, you know why," you scoff in a hushed voice, "I don't want your stupid cards and your stupid gifts, and most of all, I don't want you. Get that through your thick skull."

He never knew you could be this mean, and it almost throws off the sweet impression he has of you until he remembers that you're just loyal. He loves that you're so faithful, and he wants you to be faithful to him only. He craves it so deeply, but he says nothing of the sort and instead stammers, "I-I understand. I-I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone if that's what you wa–"

The slam of the lecture room's doors echo in the spacious hall, and you hurriedly take a seat on the edge of the bench to distance yourself from Yeonjun as much as possible. He has to bite his lip to stop a smile from growing on his face from having you sit next to him.

But just as you requested, he doesn't interact with you throughout the lecture except for a few glances to drink in the sight of you being so close to him. Instances like these are the only time he can feel intimate with you, but it'll only get better on from here.

Because the professor assigns a pair project before you're dismissed.

"Before you leave, by the end of the term, you will have a report submitted in pairs regarding senses that affect the human system in a topic of your choice. More information on the college website, along with the assigned pairs. You can go."

"I already checked," Yeonjun whispers to you, making you immediately wear a distasteful expression, "I'm your partner."

"Nuh-uh," you deny childishly before taking out your phone as you stand from the bench to leave after packing your stationaries. You log onto the site just as you receive a notification from Jungkook.

the love of my life ♡: no good morning text? sus

You have to swipe it away out of worry that you'll actually be forced to spend time with Jungkook's new nemesis. The site loads. You scroll past the details of the task and finally land on the pairs.

And there it is—your name next to Yeonjun's on the screen.

"No," you exhale to yourself and rush out to the hall to avoid Yeonjun. "No, no, no."

Below the names explicitly states: No changes in the assigned pairs. It's too big of a coincidence for you to think it's just your bad luck—you're certain bribery is involved, and how lovely that you can't do anything about it.

You take pride in your intelligence, but you can't outsmart him in this situation, especially when your grades are being held over your head to force yourself to be around Yeonjun. Jungkook would get arrested for murder if you involved him in it, and he surely wouldn't leave you alone if you told him about it.

But then again, you promised—no more secrets.

You: good morning kookie!! i was a little busy so i couldn't text you :< did you sleep well?? <3

"Fuck, fuck," you shriek to yourself as you keep walking, not paying attention to where your feet are leading you. Just as long as you're safe from Yeonjun so Jungkook wouldn't find you with him. You need to tell him when the guy isn't around, so you need to wait until his lecture's over–

Yeonjun calls for your name softly while running past the roaming students, and you stop on your tracks with the desire to spit out every insult you have in mind to his face.

"You asshole!" you grit the moment he faces you while breathing heavily. "You planned this, didn't you? I said–"

"I-I'm sorry, but I had nothing to do with it," he pleads with that innocent expression of his. "I promise I-I won't act like before! I'll respect your relationship and stop being weird!"

"Good," you jab a finger at his chest as you seethe, "I don't want to spend any more time with you than I have to."

He frowns with a jutting bottom lip, looking like a kicked puppy as his eyes turn glossy. You are so mean, and he hates it, but his only leverage is that he can be meaner—not to you, never you, but to Jungkook. He's a step ahead of you, and you can shower him with all the bad words you can think of until you heart is content, but he sees it as just a step in the process of owning you.

You think he's submissive and persistent, but no, he's just manipulative.

—

"Don't get mad," you warily caution while lying down on the grass next to your boyfriend, basking in the sun to last the peaceful atmosphere a little longer. His arm is under your back and his hand on your chest as you hold it.

He has his eyes closed as he says, "no promises."

"We promised to tell each other everything, and there's nothing you can do about this one so please don't get mad at me." He quirks a brow when he opens his eyes to see your timid face. "Remember Yeonjun?"

"You have to be fucking kidding me," he groans angrily as he sits up, prompting you to do the same. "You talked to him, didn't you? I specifically fucking said–"

"Can you just listen?" you sigh. "We have a project together." His brows scrunch intimidatingly, making it harder to say what's on your mind. "And this is unrelated but... he brought a gift to my doorstep."

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds. "Is there anything more I should listen to? Are you done?"

"H-he said he'd stop acting weird and respect our relation–"

"Fucking bullshit. What, did he also say he just wants to be friends? That he's not interested in you anymore?"

"He didn't say that–"

"And you didn't tell the professor you wanted a different partner? Did you keep the gift too?" he sneers mockingly.

"Jungkook, I can't switch, and no I didn't keep the freaking gift," you defend, feeling offended. He can be so provocative when he's mad. It isn't even your fault! "I'm telling you, there's nothing I can do except to convince him to work together online. Isn't that better?"

He grabs your jaw and pulls you a little closer. His grip is bordering on painful and you hold back a wince. "Are you fucking hearing yourself? You can't even be around him and yet you're not allowed to switch? Listen to me. You go to that fucking professor, tell him this guy is harrassing you and that you can't work with him, and if they don't listen, you go the headmaster. You hear me?" he slightly jolts you to command an answer.

"Y-Yes, but–"

"Don't make any fucking excuses," he hisses and lets go of your face. "If you don't do something about it while I'm giving you the chance, then I will."

You hold onto your chin as you meekly question, "what will you do?"

"Things don't need to escalate," he shrugs as he lies back down. "I'll threaten him with my pocket knife and one wrong word from him, I'll use it."

"Like kill him?" you exclaim in shock.

He rolls his eyes. You take him too seriously sometimes. "No. Just send a message. Now go run off to your professor before I ask Yoongi to be my alibi."

[rintarous]

“samu!” you yelled, rolling around the bed as the hangover finally hits. “get me a glass of water and some advil!” you request as you sat up and rubbed your temples in attempt to soothe the pain. 

“what time is it?” you winced, head throbbing as you opened your phone to read it was already 3 pm in the afternoon. “samu?” you called, noticing there were no heavy footsteps coming in your way. “that’s weird.. they should be up by now” you scratch your head in confusion.

you suddenly take notice of the godzilla poster in the room. “when did i get this?” you say out loud, blinking at the said poster. you looked down at the duvet that was over your body and noticed it was mint green and not the pink ones you initially had at home

were you even at home?

your eyes widened at the situation. “fuck!” you cursed, scrambling around the bed. suddenly the door opens and you whipped your head at the direction and there stood no other than your ex boyfriend, holding a glass of water and some advil. 

“hajime?! what the fuck are you doing here?!” you screamed out as he closes the door with his foot. “i see you’re awake” iwaizumi ignores your question and closes the door with his foot. 

“have some advil to ease your headache” he says casually as he sets the glass of water on the bedside table. “who said i’m having a headache?” you retort, not wanting him to have the upper hand in this situation. but of course, a wave of nausea hits you as you begin to turn green, ready to hurl the remains in your stomach

iwaizumi notices this and quickly grabs a trashcan nearby and passed it to you. you grabbed onto the trash can like your life depended on it and threw up every single last drop of the alcohol you had the night before. 

as you were throwing up your insides, you felt your hair being held back. “what the fuck” you coughed, wiping your mouth with your arm. “you drank a lot last night” iwaizumi informs you. “no shit” you sassed, “i wanted to have a good time but no, you had to be there” you glared at iwaizumi.

you shoo him away as you take the advil and drink water. “i’m going hom-”  “can we talk?” iwaizumi cuts you off. “no” you rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “i’m sorry” he sighs.

“a bit too late to apologize don’t you think?” you sneered, grabbing your phone and texting your boys to pick you up and how you’re genuinely upset right now. “y/n-” 

“it’s been years, iwaizumi! i don’t care anymore! that was in high school, we’re in university now. time’s changed, i’ve changed!” you snap, whipping your head to face him. “just hear me out, please?” iwaizumi pleads. 

for some damn reason, you can’t bring yourself to say no to iwaizumi with his current state and to think it was about time you find out why he broke things off with you.

“i’m so so sorry for everything..” iwaizumi starts, looking down at his lap. “i-i don’t know what came over me that day and i just.. i was scared that i won’t make time for you and i thought breaking up with you was the most logical reason but turns out, it wasn’t.” he fiddles with his hands

your phone suddenly vibrates. you looked down and saw there was a text notification from osamu that they’re coming to iwaizumi’s apartment to pick you up. 

“i don’t expect you to forgive me that easily but i hope this somehow brings a closure to a wound i managed to inflict on you. again, i’m so sorry” iwaizumi apologizes, chewing on his bottom lip. 

“and to think this day would come where i would finally come out of the dark you left me on” you chuckled, surprising iwaizumi. “well, i can’t say i’m suddenly okay with all of this, you did make me wait for some explanation” you continued. 

“but thank you for the closure” you smiled softly at iwaizumi. “this could be a fresh start for the two of us” iwaizumi’s eyes widened at your sudden statement. as on cue, the doorbell rang

“i think that’s me” you rub your neck sheepishly. iwaizumi nods, “i’ll let them in” you stared at iwaizumi’s back as he left the room quietly. you can’t believe he finally gave you the closure you’ve been longing for, for years now.   

history — eight [ closure ] ↳ history has a habit of repeating itself. maybe that’s why you found yourself in your ex boyfriend’s apartment at three in the morning. but hey, no hard feelings right?

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Prom - Shawn Mendes

WARNING: IT’S A SMUT!! hope yall will like it ;)))

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The limo comes to a stop and all your friends start cheering, along with you. It takes some time for all the girls to get out without ruining their dresses, but when everyone is out you line up for a picture with the fancy vehicle. You stand on the right end striking your best pose as one of the guys takes some photos of you. Your beige dress is hugging your body just perfectly, showing off your curves, the fabric has a subtle shine, grabbing the attention just slightly.

“Let’s get inside!” someone cheers a bit too enthusiastically, bringing a smile to your lips, but as everyone starts moving inside you stay.

“You’re not coming?” your best friend asks you nodding towards the entrance. The music is blasting through the door, and it’s obvious the party is going amazing inside, but you need to do one thing before going inside.

“Go ahead, I’ll be there in a sec,” you smile at her and she already knows what it’s about. She returns the smile before leaving you alone as you reach for your clutch.

You fish your phone out and go to your contacts to dial Shawn’s number. You watch the excited students walk inside around you as you wait for him to answer the call. It’s ringing forever before you finally hear his faint voice on the other end of the phone.

“Hey!” His voice is a bit muffled, almost distant, but you ignore it thinking he might just be on his way to dinner or something.

“Hey, just wanted to hear your voice,” you smile to yourself.

“Are you already there? How is the party?” he asks.

“I’m here, but I haven’t been inside. I just wish you were here,” you mumble sadly.

You really wanted Shawn to be there with you at prom, but he just couldn’t make it. It’s completely understandable, you’ve been dating for long enough to know his lifestyle is just too hectic right now with the tour and extra gigs in between the two legs, but still, you really wished to spend this night with the guy you love so much.

“Baby, don’t break my heart,” he sighs.

Shawn’s been feeling extremely guilty for missing prom, he obviously wanted to be your date, and when he told you he wouldn’t make it you really thought he would start crying. He felt like he let you down even though you totally understood it.

“Okay, I’m done. What are you doing right now?” you start changing the topic so neither of you hurts. You wait for his answer, but it comes after a hesitant pause.

“Just um… heading out for dinner with the guys. Nothing special.”

“Okay then why do you sound so sus?” A confused chuckle leaves your lips as you change the phone from one ear to the other.

“Sus? I’m not sus!” he defends himself and I hear someone talking to him in the background.

“Who was that?” you ask not really recognizing the voice.

“Just Andrew. Babe, I gotta go, but call me when you get home, okay? I wanna hear everything from tonight.”

“Sure.” A faint smile appears on your face as disappointment washes over your body. You really hoped to talk to him a little longer before you go in.

“Alright, love you!”

“Love you too,” you reply, but by the time you end the sentence the line is already dead.

It totally kills your vibe. You cling onto your clutch as you make your way inside and try to pull your best fake smile out. Someone gets you a drink as you join your friends, your hips gently rocking to the rhythm of the music. The theme is enchanted forest, not too original, but the decoration looks amazing, you have to admit. The photo corner is pretty extra and you mentally note not to forget to take photos with your friends.

You secretly keep checking your phone hoping to see some nice words from Shawn, but nothing comes. An hour goes by, you dance, mingle, talk and try to have fun, but you feel like you need some time out. You leave the dance floor and take a seat at a table sipping on your drink. The DJ seems quite into his set, you zone out on his rhythmical moving on the stage, the lights dancing around him, and your mind just kind of goes blank for a few moments. When someone grabs onto your arm you jump at the sudden touch.

“Y/N!” your best friend gasps excited, shaking your arm.

“What?!” you snap in confusion.

“He is here!”

“Who?” you ask still not knowing what she is talking about.

“Me. I’m here.”

The familiar voice freezes you and at first you don’t even process where it’s coming from. Your friend steps aside and your eyes catch your boyfriend standing there, in a very fancy tuxedo and the widest smile on his perfectly shaped lips. You slowly stand up, mouth hanging open as your brain is having a hard time to believe your eyes.

“Shawn?” you question a bit dumbly. He chuckles at your reaction closing the distance between the two of you, his hands gently sliding to your hips. Leaning down he kisses your cheek and you finally get back in touch with reality. He is here, at prom, looking hot as always and the whole school is staring at you right now.

It’s a well-known fact that you are dating Shawn, you’ve made it official a couple of months ago, but this is the first time people in your school see together with him. You see a couple of students taking their phones out and take pictures which would normally annoy you, but right now you couldn’t care less.

“I’m sorry if I sounded weird on the phone, but I just touched down and I had to be fast to get here before it ends,” he apologizes. Your hands slide up on his biceps to the back of his neck.

“I knew you were up to something,” you grin at him narrowing your eyes.

“I wanted to surprise you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here earlier, but-“

“Shh,” you cut him off. “I’m so happy you are here,” you whisper leaning closer and finally capturing his lips in a kiss.

“By the way, you look absolutely gorgeous. What do you say, should we take a photo at the photo corner?” he asks with a cheeky smile and you are just too excited to describe with words.

The next hour you two do all the cliché things you were dreaming about before. After posing for a couple of photos Shawn meets your friends, then you slow dance, you watch the prom king and queen get crowned with Shawn standing behind you, his arms around your waist whispering how you are the real queen in the room.

Later you are sitting on his lap at the table, just casually talking with your circle of friends, Shawn nuzzles his nose against your neck, peppers your shoulder with soft kisses from time to time, making you feel warm and loved. His hands are on your stomach, but sometimes they wander down to your thighs, giving them some gentle strokes. For an outsider it all seems like him showing his affection in a gentle way, but you know him better than that.

He is getting horny.

You know this from his actions and also by the fact that he has been situating himself under you, trying to deal with his growing erection, but you can feel everything through the thin fabric of your dress.

“Shawn…” you grin at him turning to the side to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, you just look so incredible,” be mumbles, his rosy cheeks turning even redder.

“You look hot too.” It’s the first time you’ve seen him in a tuxedo and you are obsessed with it. It’s got your imagination going wild. It’s getting harder to control your own body’s reaction.

“Is there a spot where we can…” he whispers into your ear making you gasp, but it’s also making it harder for you to sit still.

“This is my school, Shawn.”

“So what? I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be the first couple to have sex here,” he chuckles making your jaw drop to the ground.

“That’s gross.”

“Baby, I need you. Please,” he begs mumbling against your skin. Thinking about it you look around and your eyes fall to the door that leads to the bathrooms. Biting into your bottom lip you standup and pull Shawn with you, making sure to cover his situation with your figure.

Without a word you pull him after you, heading to the bathrooms. These are not very used, everyone prefers the ones in the locker rooms, they are more spacious so you are hoping to find the girls toilet empty. Excitement is boiling your blood as you grab the handle with one hand, holding Shawn’s hand with the other. Pushing the door open all your dreams come true when you see there is no one inside. You pull Shawn inside, and show the door closed, locking it and silently thanking God there is a lock on that damn door.

The moment the lock clicks Shawn presses you against the door, your lips colliding, hands all over each other.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N,” he mumbles against your skin as his lips travel down on your neck. He tries to wiggle your dress up, but doesn’t really succeed, so you take control while he undoes his pants and lets them hang around his ankles.

A few moments later your panties land on the ground and he lifts you up, back pressed against the cold door, making you moan. Shawn lifts his head cautiously.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks worried. You shake your head pulling him in for another kiss.

“Don’t stop,” you plead and you don’t have to say it twice.

Pulling his boxers down the tip of his cock touches your clit, making you shiver immediately.

“I missed you so much, baby,” he whispers into your lips, hungrily sucking on your lower lip as you are struggling to breathe normally.

“Shawn, please,” you moan in total ecstasy.

It’s not the time and place to be slow and take your time with each other. That’s for the bedroom when you are alone, now you have to be fast before someone catches you and makes headlines of your quickie on your prom night.

Shawn reaches down, adjusts his length to your opening before slowly sliding into you. The fulfilling feeling makes you roll your eyes back as you hold onto his broad shoulders. He starts moving slowly, but picks up his pace pretty soon.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, his thrusts never falling out of rhythm.

Your climax is building up, you are so close to the end and he just keeps going while his lips nib on the sensitive skin on your neck.

“Shawn!” you moan his name, while he fastens his pace.

His orgasm comes right before yours, you both struggle to hold back your loud moans not wanting anyone to hear you. His thrusts slow down and eventually stop. He rests his forehead against yours, both of your trying to catch your breath. He gently puts you down and you reach for a few paper towels to clean yourself. A few minutes later your panties are back on, just like his pants and you are both fixing your after-sex hair in the mirror.

“Wait, let me help you,” you tell him reaching up and running your fingers through his soft curls. “All done,” you smile him pecking his lips slowly. “Thank you,” you whisper to him.

“For the sex, or…?” he asks jokingly, and you smack his arm gently.

“For being the best boyfriend ever,” you answer anyway. He cups your face in his hands as he plasters a soft kiss to your nose.

“I know it’s not easy with me, but… I want to try my best to give you everything you deserve. And you deserved a perfect prom night. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say grinning at him in awe. “But… let’s get back before they catch us. We don’t need a scandal, right?”

“Right,” he chuckles before you leave the bathroom.

[0idril0]

Evan 7

Okay yall here’s part 7 of the nico series 

Thanks @whumpywhumper & @captivity-whump

This is as accurate as i can write it, i could probably go into a lot more detail about wounds etc, but i was nervous about how that would translate to text. I’ve got experience as an emergency room nurse and a vet tech so this is probably how i would go about treating someone. Thanks everyone for reading!

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Just stabilize him. 

Just stabilize him. The rattle of Nico’s breathing echoed through the sterilized room. Like it’s that fucking simple. Evan pushed up his sleeves and peered under the blanket covering Nico. 

You can’t stabilize this. He pulled his stethoscope from his cabinet and pressed it to the skeletal chest. Harsh crackles to the upper lobes, nothing to the lower. Shit. 

“Give me those quilts—Clint, sit him up— he can’t breath like that.” Nico was limp as Clint lifted him, the rattling mewl indicating he was still aware. He pushed the quilts behind Nico’s back, grimacing at the damage he saw. Fuck.

Just examine him like he’s an animal. His patient’s skin radiated heat, the beat of his heart too fast. Gums were sticky and pale. Lips a dull purple. Purulent fluid from wounds. Fever. Infection. Hypoxia. Anemia. Dehydration. Sepsis. Shoulders were definitely dislocated, no telling what internal injuries there were without a catscan. He didn’t need to take his blood pressure to know it was terrible. He still wished he had a blood pressure cuff.  “Kristy, there’s oxygen on the wall and there’s masks in the cabinet. I think I have a mask for humans here somewhere.” 

Evan turned from the table and stormed through his exam rooms grabbing supplies as he walked. This isn’t fixable. He ripped open the drawers holding his surgical packs and growled at what he found. He wasn’t equip for this. 

He continued digging in the back of dusty cabinets for supplies he’d hidden for weird animal or pack emergencies. He still wasn’t equip for this. Slamming the doors shut Evan turned from the cabinet analyzing the supplies he’d accumulated. 

“Okay, fuck. Brian-” walking purposefully he pointed at the grim faced blond and waited until the tearful eyes met his own ”-there’s a convenience store down the road about a block and a half. Go get all of the gauze you can, get white liquid dial soap, a blood pressure cuff and sugar—don’t fucking give me that look, there’s a goddamn reason—now go.” 

He grabbed the human oxygen mask from the pile and pushed Kristy away from where she was fumbling. He stared at the brunette, waiting for eye contact, before continuing. “Kristy, that cabinet has saline, stuff to start an IV, and blood collection tubes-”Evan gestured vaguely to the cabinets by his ancient sterilizer”-you know what to grab?” Kristy blanched before giving him a panicked shake of her head. “Okay, just grab more than one set of everything.”

He turned to Clint, still bracing himself over Nico like he could ward away the inevitable. Steeling himself, he stepped close and placed a glove encased hand on Clint’s arm.  “Clint. Look at me.” Clint’s jaw worked for a moment before he looked up, the yellow orbs held a dull anger. “This isn’t going to be pretty. If you can’t handle this, if you’re going to get in the way, tell me now.” 

The anger in Clint’s eyes grew sharper and a growl rumbled from his chest. “No way in hell’m I leavin’ him right now.” 

 Evan grimaced, that was exactly what he was afraid of. He squeezed Clint’s arm tighter making sure to meet the wolf’s eyes squarely, almost whispering in an attempt to force his attention, “You listen to me now, there is a very real chance he’s about to die.” 

The rumble coming from Clint rattled the metal table and Nico’s breathing shuttered but Evan didn’t budge. Glaring into the yellow eyes. “You  need to prepare yourself. There’s only so much I can do and I don’t know if Martin will be able to do anything.” 

Tears muddied Clint’s eyes and he jerked away from Evan, keening, pulling at his sandy hair. “Please. Please Evan, you have to do something. I can’t-“The clatter of medical supplies interrupted Clint’s pleas. Kristy stood like a statue, clutching what hadn’t fallen from her grasp. 

Her face held the same horror as Clint’s. He gave her a look of grim empathy. He didn’t retract his statement. They needed to be prepared. Honeyed truth wouldn’t help here. 

Evan turned back to Nico and felt sick. When Brian had called him to say they’d found Nico injured.... this was not what he expected. He had expected stitches, maybe a broken arm. 

This. This was horrifying. 

Evan had seen abuse. He had seen injury. He’d seen malnutrition. But right now, if Nico had been a pet, he would be discussing euthanasia—if only to not prolong the inevitable. You don’t put an animal through something like this. They just didn’t understand why it was happening. And that made it even worse because Nico wasn’t an animal. People insisted you do everything for humans. 

A small part of Evan wanted to refuse what he was about to have to do. This was torture disguised as care. He hadn’t worked on people since he’d been in South America on a spay and neuter clinic. What happened still haunted him. A freak earthquake had forced him into action because he at least had a type of medical knowledge.

Even that couldn’t prepare him for the catastrophe that was Nico. 

He turned back to Clint’s pleading gaze and drew a resigned breath. “I’ll do what I can Clint, but-“ he gestured at the limp figure on the table”-it’s up to him, and I don’t think he’s got much left.” 

“He’s got more than you think.” Clint’s smile was tight. “What do we need to do?” 

Evan grunted and grabbed his supplies. “What blood type are you?” 

The question caught Clint off guard, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What?” 

“He needs blood. He needs fluids.” Evan pulled the blanket back from where it covered his patient’s skeletal chest and suppressed a gag. Clint blanched and a sound like he’d been gut punched left him. “He needs antibiotics.”  He grabbed Nico’s wrist, turning it to examine the bruised and ulcerated skin.

“My blood won’t help with that, I’m a fucking werewolf, I can’t give him blood!” 

“Yes, you can. I saw it done in Peru; it can be done between mates. You said he was yours right?” 

For a moment there was silence from the wolf. “I can’t force that on him Evan. He doesn’t even know.” 

“You don’t really have a choice, either you donate blood or you lessen the chance he’s going to make it. You have the ability to help and a fucking healing factor that might make a difference.” 

“Clint.” Kristy’s voice was quiet. “You remember what I said? You’re his everything. Please.” Her eyes were pleading. 

Clint’s mouth closed slowly and he pressed a gentle kiss to Nico’s forehead before swallowing thickly. “I’m O negative. What do I need to do?”

Evan grunted, acknowledging Clint’s acquiescence. “Just stay out of the way for now.” 

Evan gripped Nico’s arm firmly, ignoring Nico’s weak attempts to twist away, and probed the bend of his arm. Anger suffused him as he did. Whoever had taken him had been sticking him over and over again and recently, there were no veins left to stick. He examined Nico’s other arm to the same conclusion. Grimacing, he turned Nico’s head and squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck. 

Puncture marks. The jugular vein still looked capable of holding an IV but it didn’t disguise that something, most likely a vampire, had also had a hand in Nico’s torture. A thrill of trepidation crawled up Evan’s spine. What other creatures had been a part of this? Who would do this?

The magical community was tight knit here; they probably knew the culprits. He kept the observation to himself; it wouldn’t help right now. 

He pushed Clint away from where he was standing at the head of the metal table. “Hold his hands down, Kristy. Clint, I need you to hold his head like this,” he pushed Nicos chin into Clint’s hand, elongating his neck. The ulcerated skin around Nico’s eyes cracked and he could see the strain in the muscles of his neck as he tried to shake his head against Clint’s hand, the twitch of his arms as he tried to raise them. He’s so quiet.

Kristy hadn’t moved. She clutched at the cabinet behind her, knuckles white with strain. 

“Kristy?” 

She jerked, wide eyes looking up from Nico. “I can’t. I can’t touch him again.” 

“Kristy-“ 

“No Clint, no, I could feel—“ she cut herself off, “I terrified him when I touched him, he could feel my magic every time, you told me I wouldn’t have to when we got here.” Panic infused Kristy’s voice and Evan grimaced. 

Fuck. 

“Go call Illyn, see if you can get any information on what might help.” Kristy fled, slamming the doors behind her. 

When he turned back Nico had stopped fighting. Clint rested his forehead against blood encrusted hair and Evan could hear the quiet reassurances he muttered over the harsh rasps of breathing.

“Keep him still, this’ll only hurt a second.” He’d picked a large gauged catheter, needing to get fluid into him as quickly as possible. Nico flinched when the needle pierced his neck. Watery blood seeping from around the wound as he attached the saline lock. 

“It’s okay Darlin’, you’ll feel much better soon.” 

The door creaked and Brian shuffled in slowly with plastic bags. “Kristy’s in your office.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Get some of those towels wet. We need to bring his temperature down.”  

Brian gave him a confused look as he dropped the bags to complete his new task. “Wouldn’t ice be better?” 

Evan snorted as he taped the catheter in place and started the bolus of fluids. “If you want to kill him. He’s delicate enough right now without shocking his system. I’d rather not throw him into a cardiac arrest. The fluids and some wet towels on his neck and arms should bring it down gradually.” 

“Clint, sit over here.” Grabbing a pile of supplies he peeled the werewolf from Nico and steered him into a chair, finding a vein quickly. “I’m going to get at least two maybe three units of blood out of you. You’re going to get dizzy and probably need to lay down while your werewolf mojo works. Keep your arm above the bag.”  Clint’s eyes didn’t leave Nico but he grunted a confirmation. 

“Brian, get gloves on and please tell me you got liquid soap.” Evan worked quickly covering Nico’s exposed skin with the damp towels as Brian pulled out the soap and gauze from the bags. 

“We need to clean these wounds; there’s debris, dead tissue, puss, everything in these. This is going to hurt but it’s necessary.” 

God, he would kill to be able to give him fentanyl. The only medication he had to help would lower his blood pressure more, doing more damage than good. “If you find anything especially deep let me know, I’ll do some wet to dry dressings. The sugar is for later if Martin can’t do as much as we want.” 

They set to their tasks silently, Evan more quickly than Brian. He started by trying to push his shoulders back into their sockets. They slipped back into place with a sickening pop and the boy cried out weakly, small bitten off sobs shaking him. Evan heard Clint’s cut off protest but continued working. 

Guilt ate at him. Focusing this closely on Nico’s wounds, he could see the minute trembling that rattled his bones; how he seemed to bite at his cheek to stop himself from making noise. Evan dumped peroxide into a bowl of warm water and wiped at the dried blood encrusting Nico. 

When he brushed against Nico’s right hip the boy flailed causing Brian to yelp and jerk away from the table. “..’leas..nnn...nnn..” Nico sobbed and Evan’s concern grew. He’d been so silent. There was a snarl from the corner but he ignored it and the growing commotion to focus on what he was seeing. The area was deep purple, the leg around it swollen. He put his palms flat against the hip bones and pushed. Nico’s blood shot eyes flew open as the bone crackled and shifted; a rasping scream tore from his throat before breaking into a wet cough.

Evan froze. Fuck. Broken. The pelvis was one of largest bones in the body and deeply vascular, no wonder he was so pale. 

Nico shuddered with sobs, breath no more than a gasp. “M’orry.... ‘lease..... be ‘ood... s’op... ‘lease....” Fat tears flowed down Nico’s face, catching the blood from the freshly cleaned wounds.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry buddy. I had to see if it was broken.” And now he had to get a goddamned X-ray. But it could wait until he was more stable. 

There was a strangled grunt from Brian and Clint and, when he looked, he could see Brian was practically sitting on Clint to keep him in place. The wolf’s features elongated as he grappled with Brian. 

“Fucking stop. Now!” Evan thundered. Blood pooled on the floor from where Clint had ripped the IV out of his arm trying to reach Nico and anger curled in his belly. His vision turned throbbing red. He snarled at Clint and relished in the flinch he got in return. Stalking to where the boys had frozen, he snatched the partially filled bag from the floor. “You wanted my help. Sit down and shut up.” 

Clint averted his gaze, tilting his head in submission. Brian gulped, showing his hands and backing away. 

Sometimes, it’s good to be alpha. 

He turned back to his patient, exchanging the soiled tubing before attaching it to the bag of saline. He needed another line, but this would do for now. He shoved Clint back to the chair and reinserted the needle before ordering Brian to help him support Nico’s trembling frame to get to the wounds on his back. He switch the blood and fluid bags twice before they finished his legs and lacerated feet.

Nico’s breathing was strained and shallow after the struggle of dressing the wounds on his back and torso. But, by the time they had finished his feet, a soft blush had crept to his cheeks and the purple hue to his lips had begun to shift to a more comfortable color.  

Feeling the boys cheeks he found them moderately cooler, his pulse stronger. Thank god. He hoped what they had done would buy him time.

A soft whine drew his attention to Clint who was hugging himself tightly staring at Nico, yellow eyes wide with wonder. A small grin flickered on Evan’s lips. The bond. It must have worked. Relief made him sag. If Nico and Clint had a growing bond there was a better chance. 

“Get over here.” 

Clint didn’t wait for affirmation of what he’d heard. Instead, he stumbled woozily from his chair to grip Nico’s limp hand and stroke his badly washed hair. 

“Thank you Evan..... thank you...” Clint’s voice was thick, trembling with gratitude. 

“He isn’t healed yet.” He gripped Clint’s arm softly before turning away. 

He looked to the clock. Over two hours had passed since their arrival. Where is Martin?

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Our Thing

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys. Here’s one of the two things I plan on writing. I consider all of you my Valentine’s since I never have one, so here’s something before the clock strikes 12. 

Work Count: 2k

Warnings: Not yet proofread

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“What? Of course, it’s a good idea! I’m the king of good ideas!”

Voices bounced off of the walls of the Brooklyn apartment building as Chad and CoCo walked side by side to the apartment at the end of the hallway.

The snow lining the sidewalks outside were typical of mid-February, giving Tasha more of a reason to stay inside on the cold Friday. But her friend insisted she leave the dark cocoon she had created for herself in her apartment just across the water in New Jersey.

Valentine’s Day was the designated time of the year to celebrate love. Chadwick had a reason to celebrate, but CoCo could no longer say the same. After months of turmoil and emotional abuse, she was a single woman again and dreading the mere thought of loving someone else. So, she planned to avoid all mentions of love and relationships for the foreseeable future. Even if that meant neglecting tradition.

“Look, Chad, we can celebrate on the 15th! This feels so...weird.”

“We celebrate Valentine’s Day together every year. We can’t skip out this year.”

“I feel like having a girlfriend is the perfect reason to miss a year,” CoCo deadpanned as they reached their intended destination. She could practically feel the excitement buzzing from the other side of the door in the form of Toni Braxton’s greatest hits so far, and started to feel bad for the woman she’d come face to face with for the first time.

“Why miss a year when we can celebrate together? And you get to meet my lady for the first time. It’ll be fun.”

“Fun my ass,” Tasha mumbled into the thick scarf around her neck, earning a look from Chadwick.

“Wanna share that with the class, Miss Greene?”

“Knock on the damn door!”

A muffled feminine voice announced that she was gearing up to answer the door adding to the uneasiness in the pit of CoCo’s belly. She knew that if she was on the other side of this encounter, seeing a woman with her boyfriend on date night would insight a riot.

When the door opened to reveal the woman she only knew as Jay, she was more than shocked at what met her. Jay was beautiful. Her slim figure came with a few curves to compliment her height. She was graceful beyond compare and impeccably dressed, making Tasha feel incredibly bland in comparison.

“Hi, baby,” Jay sang as she wrapped her arms around Chadwick and went in for a kiss. If Tasha had rolled her eyes any harder, they would’ve fallen from her skull and rolled all the way back to New Jersey to beat her home. Catching wind of another presence, Jay offered a courteous smile.

“Oh, hi! Did he forget to give you a tip downstairs?”

“A tip,” CoCo asked, obviously offended and a bit confused.

“A tip for the cab ride. I know it was hell driving in this snow. Just let me grab my purse.”

Chadwick could see Tasha’s struggle to maintain her composure, her mouth opening and closing with words she couldn’t produce.

“You know what? I’m going home. Call me to let me know you got back to your place safely.”

“No, wait,” he exclaimed before grabbing Tasha’s elbow and pulling her back to her original spot despite her struggle to pull away. Noticing the commotion, Jay turned back to Chadwick and Tasha with her brows quirked in confusion.

“Am I missing something.”

“Nope. I’ll just take my tip and be on my w-”

“Jay, this is my best friend Tasha that I’ve been telling you about. Co, this is Jayme Dubois, my girlfriend.”

A brief and unpleasant stare off preceded a chipper energy shift as Jayme went in for a hug. “CoCo, how are you! I have heard so much about you.”

“Yeah well, don’t believe any of it,” CoCo forced out between fake laughter while she made faces at Chadwick over Jayme’s shoulder.

“I’ll keep that in mind. So, what brings you over? Do you have a date in this complex? I always knew white boy Rick liked Black women.”

“Actually, Muffin, I was thinking she could spend Valentine’s Day with us. It’s been tradition for us to spend the holiday together and we don’t wanna break it.”

“So you want Tasia -”

“It’s Tasha,” CoCo interrupted in the most obnoxious tone she could muster.

“Right...Tasha. You want Tasha to spend Valentine’s Day with us? Tonight? Even though this is a couple’s holiday? Couple as in two, mind you.”

“Yes, Jay. It would really mean a lot to me.”

Jayme looked between a visibly annoyed Tasha and the pleading eyes of her boyfriend before letting go of a long sigh and stepping aside to usher her companions for the night inside.

Tasha took in her surroundings and quietly marveled. Though small because what seemed to be standard in New York, Jayme’s dwelling was equal parts colorful and classic. Had she not started the interaction on such a bad note, Tasha would’ve complimented her on the statement couch that matched her ornate rug, but she kept it to herself out of spite.

“So since we have one more, what are our plans for the night, honey bear?”

Chadwick caught the slight scrunch in CoCo’s face and ignored it to refrain from explaining the embarrassing nickname. “Well, we can still go see Definitely, Maybe like you wanted, but instead of dinner in the park, Tasha got us a reservation at this really nice Italian spot in the city.”

“I called in a favor from work. It was no big deal.”

Jayme disregarded CoCo’s smile as she took a sip from her water bottle and sat on the arm of the chair Chadwick occupied. Her hands rubbed patronizing circles around his shoulders and back, forcing Tasha to look away to save the awkward moment.

“Well, it seems like you too already have this figured out, so I’ll just grab my coat. Do you have any more suggestions, CoCo?”

“Nooope.” Tasha sang the word through gritted teeth forced into a smile. Chadwick gave her a sympathetic look before helping Jayme into her coat and ushering each woman safely out of the building.

Tasha remained the front wheel of the tricycle, preferring to stay in front of the couple to refrain from looking like the unwanted third party. With every audible kiss and nauseatingly affectionate gesture, CoCo felt her heart tighten. It wasn’t seeing Chadwick with another woman that had her fighting back tears in the theatre. She needed the sight to push her feelings for him to the furthest corner of her mind. It was the pain of knowing that she had just detached from one of the worst situations in her life, yet wanted to be with him to cure the loneliness she felt.

If she had it her way, she’d cry it out until the work week resumed on Monday in the comfort of her own home, but continued to engage in the conversation when the moment presented itself to appease Chadwick.

In a restaurant full of couples, Jayme, Chadwick, and Tasha were the only threesome in the center of the establishment. Nervous energy characterized the silence left behind when Chadwick excused himself to the restroom, leaving the women in his life to avoid eye contact.

Relief came in the form of a stout waiter visiting the table to collect dinner orders. Without realizing that the order would be incomplete without the third member of the group, the women ordered traditional dishes and wine for the table.

“And the young man? What will he have?”

“Oh! Ummm, I’m not sure,” Jayme responded as she fumbled through the menu. “Maybe you could come back in a few minutes?”

“He’ll have the Parmigiana w/ Pasta, but please be light on the sauce. He gets heartburn from all the tomatoes.”

The waiter took heed of Tasha’s warning before walking away, leaving Jayme to burn a hole in the top of Tasha’s head while she sorted through emails on her cell phone.

“How long did you say you and Chadwick have been friends?”

“Since Fall 1996. So coming up on 13 years,” Tasha answered, looking up to find an indecipherable look on Jayme’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“I just - you know him so well. His favorite candy, where he likes to sit in the theatre, what he eats at certain restaurants. I don’t know if I can keep up.”

The process of finding the right words to assure Jayme, Chadwick returned to the table and unknowingly ended the conversation before it could truly begin.

“Never in my life did I think I’d have to stand in line to use the men’s restroom. I applaud y’all for doing that,” he complained as he took his seat. “Has the waiter come back for orders yet?”

“He did actually. Tasha got you Parmigiana w/ Pasta.” Jayme secretly hoped that Chadwick would reject the choice and ask for a second go at the ordering process. She was met with the complete opposite.

“Hell yeah!” His fist met Tasha’s across the table in his childlike excitement. “I love that shit.”

“Language, honey bear.”

“Sorry, Muffin.”

“Wow,” Tasha whispered to herself, unaware that the others around the table could hear her.

“Did you want to say something, Tasha?”

“Noooope.”

The table fell silent to give way to the idle chatter in the area around them. Chadwick looked between his girlfriend and best friend trying to find a way to get them to interact with each other cordially.

“So, Co, Jayme has been trying to get into basketball lately.”

“Oh really.” Tasha was clearly uninterested as she continued to read emails on her phone from weeks ago. A subtle kick underneath her table made her look up and noticed Chadwick’s non-verbal urging for her to at least pretend to care. “Which team are you interested in, Jayme?”

“I really like the Nets! Trenton Hassell to be exact.”

“Do you? Because he averages less than two points a game. There’s not much to like.”

“Trenton is your friend’s boyfriend right, Jay?”

“Does it matter now? Tasha basically called him a bad player.”

“Not bad, per se. He’s terrible. That’s a better adjective.”

“Oh-kay,” Chadwick interjected to end the escalating conversation. “Jay, how’s work at the fashion house going?”

“Ugh, it is amazing! We got some new pieces last night and they are beautiful. Maybe you could come browse one day, Tasha. Style can always use an update.”

“I consider myself more Maxine than Regine. Thanks though. I’m sure the pieces are nice.”

Tasha successfully contained her laughter at Jayme’s expression, feeling her first surge of happiness for the day.

Chadwick felt helpless as the night continued and each attempt at joining two of his favorite women ended in a snarky comment or shady look. Dinner provided a welcome activity that didn’t require group conversation, giving him the opportunity to cater to each woman. The longer they sat and contemplated grabbing cheesecake inside the restaurant or settling for ice cream on the way home, the more he could feel Jayme disconnecting.

“Muffin, do you want the strawberry cheesecake for here or to go,” he asked as she slid her coat from the back of her chair and collected her purse.

“Actually, I don’t feel so well, honey bear. I’m gonna head home.”

“What? So soon? We didn’t even get to dessert.”

Tasha watched Jayme put on her best “sick” face and gagged internally at Chadwick falling for the charade. Jayme was far from physically sick. If she was feeling anything, it was annoyance at the fact that her boyfriend’s best friend had spent the most romantic night of the year taking the attention from her.

“Well, let me walk you outside and wait for the cab to come.”

“Thank you, honey bear.” Jayme accepted Chadwick’s help into her coat, purposely ignoring Tasha until the last second. “Good night, Tasha. Maybe we’ll see each other for another occasion. Hopefully in a less...crowded environment.”

Tasha released a short chuckle before plastering on a fake smile, “Right. I’ll pencil you into my calendar.”

Jayme offered another fake smile and nod before leading the way out of the restaurant into the Brooklyn streets.

“I’ll pencil you in and the erase that shit. Fuck her.”

Time started to drag as she sat at the table alone, looking more foolish with three plates crowding her space than playing seat warmer for the world’s cutest couple. A glance out of the window gave her access to the tail end of Jayme’s departure. Her inability to peel her eyes away from the private moment showed her two things: Chadwick was far more interested in Jayme than she was in him, and she was clearly upset despite the kiss and hug she provided before disappearing into the backseat of her taxi.

Moments later, Chadwick took the seat directly across from Tasha and sighed.

“Go ahead. Tell me that you told me so.”

“I’m not gonna say that friend,” Tasha smiled. “All I’ll say is you’re gonna need one of these cheesecakes to go because mama is PISSED.”

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so. But, I’m here to help with gift ideas to make up for this dumbass idea. And I ordered us dessert.”

Chadwick’s ear perked at the sound of a sugar rush to end a night full of terrible decisions. “Did you get the cookie thing with the-”

“The vanilla bean ice cream on top? C’mon now! You know me!” Without hesitation, the pair completed their signature handshake before sitting back in their seats.  “Sorry for ruining your date, Aaron. I’ll pay the tab as a peace offering.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it. I’ll make it up to her. You know there’s a reason she calls me honey bear.”

“Gross. Please, don’t finish that sentence. And what the fuck is Muffin? Are you a white TV dad now?”

Chadwick’s deep belly laugh at CoCo’s expense continued until their shared dessert was placed between them. Instructing Tasha to pick up her spoon, Chadwick began a pseudo-toast.

“To another Valentine’s Day spend together and many more to come!”

Their spoons clinked together in solidarity before the argument of who would get which portion of the cookie began, ending the most romantic day of the year the only way they knew how: together.

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Destination Unknown - Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 -Final-

Pairing: Wonho x reader

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Word Count: 3.1k

Synopsis: You are best friends with Wonho but you don’t have the guts to actually tell him how you really feel. Let’s see how long you can hide it.

a/n: This part has a lot of angst, get ready friends.

As you’re walking through the parking lot, you feel someone grab your wrist and pull you back. “We need to talk.” The man says. It was a man you’ve never seen nor met before. 

“Who are you?” You say as you snatch your hand from out of his grasp. 

“My name is Jinsun, we pass by each other often.” He says smiling shyly. 

You were getting bad vibes from him and felt the need to run from him, but you kept calm. “I’m sorry sir but I should really be going now.” You say, then turn around, only to be grabbed and yanked back. He was gripping your wrist very tightly. 

“Maybe we should go out on a date y/n, you’re very beautiful.” He says, pulling your hand up to his face, wanting to kiss your knuckles. You pull your hand away fast, before he could actually go through with it. 

“Look, I don’t know who you are or how you know my name, but please leave me alone.” You state, but then you see a very dark look on his face and it sends chills down your spine. He opens his mouth to say something when someone cuts him off. 

“She said to leave her alone, you should respect her decision.” You turn your head to see Jooheon walking towards you with the rest of the guys following. The strange man grumbles, sticks his hands in his pocket, and before he passes you, he whispers, “I’ll be back for you doll.” Then he walks away.

Fear, is what you were feeling. Some random guy just said he would be back for you, and the thought of it gave you goosebumps. Maybe he was bluffing? Maybe he was just pulling a prank or something? You thought. “Y/n...Y/n!” You hear Jooheon’s voice and it snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn to look at him, still in shock from the stranger. “Are you okay?” Jooheon asks, worried. You simply nod your head. You look at the time on your phone, and notice you missed your bus. 

“Damn it, sorry guys I have to go.” You say in a hurry, then turn around and begin walking away.

As you make your way down the parking lot, you still feel scared, as the strange man's voice kept repeating in your head like a broken record. Suddenly, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist again. In defense, you turn around quickly, bag in hand, eyes closed, as you hit the person who grabbed you. 

“Hey y/n wait! It’s me!” You immediately stop at the voice you knew all too well. You open your eyes to see Wonho rubbing his head. 

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You shouted, trying to calm your racing heart. 

“I was calling your name over and over, trying to get your attention! You zoned out or something!” Wonho said in defense. You sighed, calming down. 

“Well what do you want?” You said harshly, remembering back to what he said a week ago. 

“I wanted to make sure you got home safe, so I was gonna walk you home.” He says softly. You wanted so bad to tell him to go away. You didn’t want to see him right now. You were scared to be alone with Wonho and have to deal with him face to face. But the fear of that other man showing up again like he said he would, scared you a million times more. 

“Fine, I guess.” Is all you tell him, before turning back around and starting to walk home.

Like you said before, the distance from your work to your home wasn’t that far. It was like a 15 minute walk. For the whole time though, of you walking home with Wonho beside you, he didn’t say a thing. He said nothing, and neither did you. It was like there was this brick wall between the both of you, and neither wanted to break it down. So instead of trying, you both let the wall remain, splitting you guys apart more and more. 

When you finally did make it to your house, you left Wonho’s side without hesitation. “Thanks.” Is all you told him, but it was more like a soft mumble. You typed in your pass-code slow, secretly hoping he would stop you, hug you, tell you he didn’t mean what he said, and that he really loved you. You wanted it to all be a misunderstanding.

You don’t realize the tears streaming down your face, as you open your door. “Y/n…” Wonho says, right before you step in all the way.  Your back is facing him. “Why have you been so distant lately? You’ve been acting so strange. You know, you can tell me anything, I’m here for you.” He says. He wanted you to turn around, and come to him. He wanted to hold you. 

“I’m okay, everything is fine.” You say in a monotone voice. How can he just lie to your face like that?

You step in your house, back still facing him. He didn’t want you to leave when the tension was still so high, so he thought, Maybe I should joke around with her to lighten the mood. “You know I love you dummy, sweet dreams!” he says, chuckling. You stop in your tracks almost instantly, it was like something in you snapped. 

“Shut up.” You say, letting the words flow out of your mouth harshly.

“Huh?” He asks, shocked, not making any sense of what you said.

“I said to shut up. Shut up, and stop lying.” You say, finally turning around, looking him straight in the eyes. Your tears are flowing, like a heavy stream. He looks at you with wide eyes. 

“What’s the matter?” He asks, taking small steps towards you. You know, you thought you wanted him to tell you he was kidding and really did love you, but when he actually said it, you got angry. Bullshit. You thought.  “You don’t love me, stop lying.” You say in a soft voice, barely above a whisper.

Seeing you there shaking, Wonho just wanted to hold you and kiss you and tell you everything was going to be alright. That whole week of you ignoring him and him not seeing you, hurt. It hit him that he wanted you. He needed you. He loved you more than words could say. He was going to confess when he saw you again. He was working up the courage to do it.

Wonho reaches his arms out in an attempt to hold you. You step away from him, an angry look on your face. “Don’t touch me.” Is all you mutter at first. You slowly take more steps away from him. 

“What’s gotten into you y/n? You know I love you. You know what? I didn’t want to tell you like this, but I love you more than a friend, and...” He says, his eyes starting to tear up, his words coming out strained. He couldn’t finish his sentence, it was too hard. What if you rejected him?

You scoffed, not believing him for a damn second. “What do you mean? Stop lying. Why would someone like me? I’m not exactly girlfriend material, have you seen what I look like?” You say, throwing his own words back at him. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t believe any of this was real. You turn around fast and walk fully into your house. 

“No. No, y/n I swear I didn’t mean-” He started, but you cut him off. 

“Save it.’’ Then you slammed the door. 

You slowly slid down against the door, as Wonho continuously knocked, desperately asking you to let him in.

You got up, wiped your tears, and walked to your room. You throw your bag on the floor, and throw his hoodie off of you and toss it in your closet. You shut your door, lock it, then head to your speakers, blast your music, and you collapse on your bed, drowning out Wonho’s pleads for you to let him in. You can’t quite remember when, but you lied there and eventually fell asleep, not caring to change, not caring to eat dinner, and not caring to move.

Wonho soon stopped. He sat at your doorstep for some time, recalling the events that unfolded. He should have never said such harsh things about you to Shownu. Even if he wasn’t ready to admit his feelings to anybody back then, he still shouldn’t have been so cruel. He now had to pay the price.

Suddenly, he saw a flash go off, followed by a ‘click’ sound. Was that a picture being taken? He questions. He looks around, but sees nothing so he shakes off the weird feeling, and decides to go home. He walks away, feeling a strange sense of discomfort, but tries to ignore it, as he thinks of ways he can make it up to you.

“BUM BUM BUM YALL KNOW WHAT IT IS MAN HAHA MONSTA MONSTA X X WHAT WHAT WHAT OKAY MAN LET'S GO BUM BUM BUM BUM”

You hear your ringtone go off, and it snaps you out of slumber. You pat around the bed looking for it, but when you finally find it, you missed the call. Yeah, your ringer was Hero by Monsta x, so what? It was a bop, and you wanted to support your boys.

Anyways, you look down at the caller I.D. and it was an unknown number. You didn’t think much of it. You look at the time, and it read 7am. You groan, unable to fall back asleep.

After mentally preparing yourself to get your lazy butt up, you walk out of your room, and step into the kitchen, making a cup of coffee to start your day. As your coffee starts brewing, you go to your T.V and pick a show to watch, deciding on some sappy drama. You watch it for a bit, then head back to the kitchen to finish making your coffee. When you finish, you take your coffee with you back to the couch and drink it while you finish the episode you were watching, slowly getting out of your sleepy state the more you drank your coffee.

You get up to get some breakfast when you finish your episode. You open your refrigerator to see barely anything. I guess I better get a few groceries. You drag yourself back to your room and pull out something casual and basic to wear. Simple pants and a simple shirt.

Wonho’s hoodie catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You lift up your hand to reach for it, but lower your hand back down in defeat. You ultimately decide on grabbing one of your hoodies instead and throw it on. 

You enter your bathroom in your room and look at the mirror, noticing your puffy eyes caused by the night before. You put on some light eyeliner to try to make your face seem somewhat decent. You huffed in annoyance, then left the bathroom and grabbed your bag.

You put your shoes on in silence. A heavy feeling in your chest hurt, and continued to sink deeper. You left your house finally, put your earbuds in, blasted your music, then left down the street. There was a market not far from where you lived. You loved the location of your home, it was near so many things like markets, stores, fun places to hang out, and even your work. When you finally made it to the market, you didn’t take long to get your things. You did what you intended, which was go in and go out. No dilly-dallying. Your phone buzzed, and you looked down to see a text from Jooheon.

“Hey are you busy? Can we meet at the Ramen shop by your house?”

You let a small smile show. 

“No I’m free. I’m on my way now.” You replied. 

You needed to see a friendly face. You didn’t have many bags either, so it was not a problem to visit your friend at all. You were rather excited to be honest.

You made your way to the Ramen shop, songs blasting in your ears, and you loved it. You loved music. About 10 minutes, more or less, passed, and you could tell because three songs passed on your playlist. You were nearing the ramen shop, when your phone buzzed again. You assumed it was Jooheon, so you opened it without even bothering to look at the caller tag.

“You look lovely today doll.” The text read. You checked the caller I.D. and notice it was the unknown number that called you that morning.

You looked up from your phone, and see nobody around that looks suspicious. Your phone then buzzes again. It buzzes again, and again, and again, spamming you. You look down and read it. You break out in a cold sweat and your blood runs hot. It’s a picture of the night before, of you and Wonho. Pictures of Wonho walking you home, of you guys arguing, and of Wonho sitting on your doorstep. What the hell? The pictures seemed endless. How many did this person take?

“Can’t you see he doesn’t deserve you? He made such a beautiful girl cry.” A new text read. 

Your heart was beating at immense speed, your breathing became uneven, you were panicking again.

“Who is this?”  You reply, your hands viciously shaking, making it hard for you to type. You phone buzzed quickly after you responded, signaling that the person responded.

“You know who I am doll, we never finished our conversation yesterday.” That’s when it hit you. It was that man. Jinso or Juiceu or Jasu or something like that. You were bad at names.

You started walking very fast towards the ramen shop you were meeting Jooheon at. You were freaking out, why wouldn’t you be? You hear your phone buzz again, it basically giving you a heart attack.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry? That isn’t the way to your house doll.” He said, and it made chills run down your spine, and you quicken your footsteps.

You ran into the ramen shop, vision blurry, fully panicking when you made it there. You smacked hard into someone’s back and you fell to the floor. No, nobody caught you like in the sappy drama you were watching earlier. You fell, and you fell hard, letting out a big smack sound when you hit the floor. 

You struggle to realize what happened, everything was happening so fast. Someone grabs your hand, helping you back up. “Y/n what happened, are you okay?” You hear someone say. You blink a few times, snapping yourself back into reality, and you realize Jooheon calling your name trying to get your attention. 

“Huh, what?” You say, still adapting to your surroundings. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Did something happen?” He asks, extremely worried. 

Finally being fully aware, you shake your head. “No, I just didn’t want to make you wait so I ran, I wasn’t watching where I was going though.” You said, letting out an awkward giggle. You didn’t want him to worry.

Jooheon didn’t really believe it but he didn’t push the subject, not wanting to make you more uncomfortable than you already looked.

You guys took a seat at the table and made small talk. You were still somewhat off in your own world. Time flew and you guys sat there for about a half an hour. Your phone began to buzz, and you were so glad you turned your ringer off so that Hero didn’t start bumping out of nowhere.

You look at the caller tag, and it said Wonho’s name. Your heart stopped. You immediately pressed ignore, then continued your time with Jooheon. You guys laughed together, ate some good ramen, then you told him you better head home. He walked you out and gave you a big hug. You then parted ways. You hurried home, scared to run into that man again.

You went in your house, and first went to your kitchen to put the small amount of groceries you got away in the cabinets and fridge. Then you plumped down on the couch. Your phone then buzzed.

“I don’t like you surrounded by other guys, it makes me jealous.” The text read, followed by a picture of you and Jooheon at the ramen shop. 

You immediately blocked the number after that. You refused to let some guy that you didn’t even know, scare the shit out of you anymore. You were stronger than that. You already had stuff going on, you didn’t need more on your plate. All of a sudden, your phone starts buzzing rapidly, and someone was calling you. 

It can’t be that man, I blocked him! You told yourself. You turn your phone over to see Wonho’s name on the screen. You let out a sigh of relief. Then you wonder if you should answer it or not. You didn’t want to lose your best friend over something like this, even though it did extremely hurt.

“Hello?” You say, deciding to answer it.

It was silent for a bit. Wonho didn’t think you would actually answer. “Can I come over?” Is all he says. As much as you wanted to say no and to go away and to give you some damn time, you let him. “Sure.” You say, then hang up.

Okay so this was the plan. You were not going to let your emotions get in the way, and you were not going to act dramatic, or stupid, or mean, or anything like that. You were just going to get over it, like you did with everything else. 

About twenty minutes passed, and you finally heard a knock at your door. You walk over to it, and take a deep breath, bracing yourself to see Wonho. You hesitated a bit, a sick feeling in your chest. 

Maybe you should just tell him you were joking and the whole thing that happened yesterday was some prank you and Minhyuk thought of together, or you could tell him that you were just sleepy or something and kind of delusional and didn’t mean any of it. Ohhh or maybe you can say something like, “I love you, and you hurt me when you see other girls and talk shit about me behind my back and lie to me.” Yep, that’s totally not what I’m going to say.

Another knock at the door snaps you out of your thoughts. You take a deep breath, finally deciding that you were just gonna wing it. You reach for the door, and twist the handle. Your heart drops and your soul leaves your body.

“You shouldn’t have blocked me, doll.”

To Be Continued...

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I Dare You To Stay: Chapter 9

YALL IM SORRY FOR THIS ANGST BUT LIKE THEY’RE A SHIT TON OF FLUFF IN THE BEGINNING DOES THAT BALANCE THINGS OUT???

Tags for chapter: fluff, mentions of depression, mentions of internalized aphobia

Words for chapter: 4.7k

Fic Summary: Dan Howell is a barista working a shitty job, frequenting his shitty apartment, and living a shitty existence, hiding his asexuality and going for a PHD in self-depreciation and depression. Phil Lester is a part-time intern, part-time employee at a local weather station, trying to get experience in his field and make a name for himself, while juggling a second job at the nearby Tesco’s to give him some financial breathing room. Their paths were never supposed to meet, but what happens when they do anyways, one rainy day in Manchester?

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Dan was curled up on one of the booth seats, his feet tucked underneath of him, body leaned towards the huge, warm-to-the-touch window separating him from outside. It wasn't because he was cold—it was never cold in the store—but because the sunlight spilling in just felt too good on his skin.

He was on his lunch break and for once had decided to abstain from holing himself up in the break room. And okay, maybe it had something to do with Jaime letting him pick the music that played from the shop's speakers. But really, he was enjoying it much more than he had thought, even to the point of considering making it a habit. But it was still a consideration, mind you.

Dan scrolled through twitter, retweeting or liking some of the posts that caught his eye. He didn't know what time it was, but he knew that he had plenty of it; his break had just started.

"Wow, Dan, you look just like a cat basking  in the sun."

Dan jumped in surprise and snapped up his head from where it was staring down at his phone in his lap. Phil was sliding into the booth seat across from Dan, a smile on his face. He looked relaxed in a soft looking jumper and his glasses, hair done up in a quiff.

"Oh, hi," Dan said, lamely. He mentally berated himself, but tried to not let his awkwardness take center stage by ignoring it, praying Phil did the same. "It's been a while, Lester."

Phil snorted and took a sip of his coffee.

"A while? Dan it's been ages."

Dan laughed, and just like that, the air between them cleared and it was like they had restarted right where they had left off.

"Last time I saw you it was Wednesday, Dan. You're not allowed to be sick anymore, by the way. Thursday I had absolutely no one to talk to while I had my coffee, and I didn't even bother coming in Friday because I figured you wouldn't be here since you were so sick the day before. And then you're off on Saturday so I couldn't stop in then." Phil scoffed like the fact that he and Dan hadn't seen each other in a few days was a personal insult. And Dan really shouldn't have found the notion as cute as he had, and definitely not as endearing.

"So what? You'll only come in if I'm here?" Dan asked, a warmth in his voice and a grin on his face. Is Phil really that attached to me? Ha. For some reason, the prospect that Phil didn't know what to do with himself when Dan wasn't around just made Dan's smile spread wider.

Phil blushed, pink flooding to his cheeks and protesting weakly.

"No one else here makes my coffee the way that you do." He said, his face still pink and his bottom lip finding its way in between his teeth. Dan laughed.

"I'll make sure to rub the fact that I make the best coffee in her face later, then."

Phil hummed and brought the coffee cup in his hands up to his lips again for another sip. 

"How're you feeling, Dan?" Phil asked, pulled Dan from his thoughts.

"What?"

"How are you feeling? Like I know when I get sick I'm in this weird half-sick half-better stage for like a week afterwards; are you one of those people?" Phil said, his gaze returning to Dan's.

Dan nearly snorted.

Half-sick, half-better, huh? I think you mean my permanent state, Phil, Dan thought. He didn't dare think about saying it out loud though, no matter how often Dan seemed to just blurt things out. He had some self control.

Dan thought back to the past few days, to all of the hours melting together, a prisoner in his own mind. He saw himself laying in bed, not moving, just...just thinking, for lack of a better word. And really, it wasn't thinking at all, but self torture. Dan remembered the numbness that filled every part of his body, and how it had taken Jaime Friday and Saturday to finally pull Dan out of his own headspace.

Even today, it had taken him more time than usual to get himself out of bed and start his day. The world wasn't quite as vibrant, the smile on his face not quite as sincere, his depression still louder than normal. So yes, maybe he was in that half-sick half-better stage.

"Yeah, I would say I'm still somewhat sick." Dan finally settled with. He felt like he was lying with how vague he was being right now. But it was better than spilling about his dead mental health, right?

Phil frowned and reached forward so his palm was flush against Dan's forehead. Dan sputtered and felt his cheeks grow hot at Phil's cool touch. He ignored the heat on his face and tried to pass it off as nonchalance, hoping to god that Phil didn't notice.

"Stop fidgeting I'm trying to see if you have a fever."

"And what if I do? I'm at work so it's not like I can do anything about it." Dan said, determinedly not thinking very hard about how there would be no fever because Dan wasn't sick. Or at least, not like how Phil thought he was.

"Dan, if you have a fever you're going home even if I have to walk you back myself." Phil replied, seriously.

“Well what does my forehead say then, oh wise one?” Dan asked sarcastically.

Their eyes locked and something in Phil's glimmered. “Turbulence,” Phil said. “Conflict between what you want and what you need.”

“And what do I need?”

The hand was withdrawn. Dan missed it immediately.

“To be beaten at Mario Kart, of course.”

“Phil,” Dan said, laughing a little nervously. Once again, he tried to ignore what had just happened as best as possible, batting his eyelashes and trying to stay in step with whatever this was that they were doing. “At least buy me dinner first.”

"Okay." Phil said, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Dan's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. He can't be serious. "We can swing by someplace before we get to my flat, or we can always order out." Oh my god he is serious.

"Besides," Phil said, with a sly curl of his lips, sipping at the coffee in his hand, "dinner is the least I could do.”

“Wait until you see me order a whole lobster. Your wallet will be crying.”

Phil’s eyes glittered. “Can you even get that delivered?”

“If you can’t, I’m quitting this job and setting up a lobster delivery service.”

“Nerd.”

“Dork.”

Dan wanted to know why talking with Phil was so easy, so natural. The only person that Dan had ever connected this fast with before was Jaime. And even then, their banter hadn't developed this quickly.  

"Invite me to the wedding," Jaime called from where she was wiping down a few tables with the ratty—but clean—washcloth she and Dan were always using. Neither Dan nor Phil had noticed her working a few feet away from them, and both of their eyes widened in surprise. Phil, however, took it in stride much better than Dan, the look on his face softening to one of amusement.

Fuck, how didn't I notice her there?

Phil laughed while Dan's face burned, surely as red as the lobsters they had just been fantasizing about. In the back of his mind, Dan worried Jaime would turn this into something like that, something to do with sex, like last time. He prayed that she wouldn't. He wasn't interested in hiding his discomfort at the implication that he would be involved in any kind of sexual situation, and he certainly wasn't interested in trying to pretend that the thought didn't make him mentally revisit parts of his past that just tear into his heart.

Dan's head started to work in overdrive, all kinds of repressed memories surfacing. He pushed them all away. Happy. That's what he was feeling a moment ago. Time to get back to it.

"I'm sure Dan will let you be his bridesmaid."

"Hey!" Dan cried, snapping out of his dark thoughts. He reached over and wacked Phil's arm, who looked entirely too pleased with himself. "Who decided that I would be the wife in this relationship? You would be the housewife for sure."

Phil gave him a look and Dan heard Jaime's snort all of the way from where she was standing clear as day. If anything, it only made Dan's blush deepen.

"The both of you are absolute bullies. I'm calling friend abuse for crushing my dreams."

"Yeah, Howell, I'm sure that's one of your dreams." Jaime muttered, finishing up with the table she was cleaning. Meanwhile, Dan wanted to find a hole and die.

He didn't like Phil like that. Sure, he was handsome and good company and had really fucking pretty eyes, but that was it. Besides, Dan didn't date.

Phil thankfully didn't comment, though. He twisted around in his seat so he could see Jaime and held out his coffee cup, a pleading expression on his face.

"Jaime, could you refill my coffee please?"

Jaime sighed, but stepped forward and grabbed it, nodding. She turned to walk away, but Dan called out to her as well.

"Could you get me a drink too?" Dan asked. Then, as an afterthought, he added: "Please?"

"You work here, Howell, you know how to make yourself a drink," she said, cocking an eyebrow, a disapproving look on her face. Dan shrugged and gave her the best puppy-eyed look he could manage.

"But I'm on break. Please? I won't ask for anything else the rest of the day."

"We both know that's a lie, but sure, Danny-boy, I'll get you a drink."

"Danny-boy?" Phil asked, a smirk starting to form on his face. Dan groaned, putting his head in his hands and cursing Jaime.

"Don't you dare start calling me that too, Phil."

Dan brought his head up to find Phil looking at him with a downright mischievous glint in his eye.

"Don't you dare."

"Are you-"

"Don't."

"-sure-"

"Phil!"

"-Danny-boy?"

"Oh my god."

Phil started to laugh and Dan didn't miss how the tip of his tongue stuck out in between his teeth or how after a few moments of breathless giggling he brought his hand up to his mouth. Fuck. It was adorable.

"I don't think this friendship is going to work with this blatant betrayal, Philip. I shouldn't have to put up with this. Especially not if I'm supposedly going to have to deal with this while I destroy you in Mario Kart."

Phil had finally managed to pull himself under control, and he gave Dan a semi-sobered look, but Dan could still see the repressed jokes and sly remarks that Phil was just dying to make.

"Beat me, huh? I'll have you know that I'm the best out of all of my friends in Mario Kart."

Jaime returned, two drinks in her hands, sticking her tongue out at the both of them in the process of handing them over. Dan noticed that she had drawn little frowny faces on their cups and laughed.

"Well," Dan said, turning back to Phil who was clutching his warm coffee in between his palms, "you're definitely wrong on that one, mate." Dan took a sip—yes, Jaime added in extra sugar. The heat of the liquid didn't bother Dan's mouth though; he was too used to chugging back a sometimes-still-burning drink on a regular basis in a desperate attempt to combat his lack of sleep in the mornings.

There was still a little voice at the back of Dan's skull that nervously fretted at how this was possibly a bad idea, but really, for once his social anxiety wasn't overriding everything in his system, and Dan was positively living for it.

"You're going to have to wait until the weekend though, if that's alright. I've got to work a bunch of double shifts to make up for the pay I lost by missing work, so I'm not going to have time until Saturday. You free then?"

"Yeah, I'm free for the whole day after I do my weather segment."

Dan snorted.

"Sorry, I forgot you were famous, Phil, but I'm glad you're making time for us peasants."

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"No! No no no!" Phil jumped up from the sofa, his fingers furiously working at the buttons on the controller in his hands. His body was tense and his mouth was open in a silent protest. Dan, meanwhile, was laughing on the sofa behind him, relaxed as hell, and enjoying how Phil was desperately trying to beat him in Mario Kart.

He didn't stand a chance; Mario Kart was Dan's game.

Too bad it had taken Phil this long to figure out that Dan hadn't been lying when he said he would crush him.

Dan's grin grew to an impossible width when he got another power-up.

"Phil, oh Phil, I'd just stop trying if I were you."

Phil made a sound of protest, but didn't dare take his eyes off of the screen.

Maybe Dan was enjoying this just a little too much, but really, Phil was terrible. It was unbelievably easy to have this much of a lead on him, and Dan was sure that if he had pulled out all of the stops, he would have stretched the gap between him and Phil even wider. Currently, Dan was in first, Phil in fifth. Part of the reason why Phil was so far back was because Dan kept messing with him, dropping back just to hit him with a shell or something similar, more times than not making Phil swerve, running into a wall. And while Dan would laugh and pull back in first, Phil would groan and shove Dan's shoulder, pouting.

Dan drifted around the corner, and used his power-up, increasing his speed and sending him flying over the finish line.

"Yes!" Dan shrieked, thrusting his controller into the air and nearly jumping from the couch. Phil cried out in protest, a hopeless "No!" pouring out from his lips as the game ended. He spun around, and Dan couldn't stop laughing, feeling it in his whole body.

"How are you so good?! That's got to be something like witchcraft."

"Maybe you're just that bad." Dan managed to squeak out in between bursts of his hyena laugh. Phil's face scrunched up and Dan tried to reign himself in, but really, Phil made it too easy.

"That was just a practice! I could totally beat you now that my fingers are warmed up." He grumbled, walking back to the couch where Dan was splayed out and lying down, his long legs reaching all the way to the other side. He started to move them, but before he really could Phil just picked up his ankles and lifted them up, sliding under them and sitting on the sofa. Phil let Dan's feet drop into his lap and looked up at the screen, already selecting another map.

(Dan ignored the beginning of a blush on his cheeks because all Phil did was touch his ankle he shouldn't be acting like this)

"Are you looking to be beaten for a second time?"

"Ha. In your dreams, Howell. I'm going to be the one beating you today."

Dan scoffed, but the effect was ruined because he couldn't stop smiling.

Phil turned his head and looked over at Dan, a wide grin on his face.

"You have a dimple."

"What?"

"Your dimple. I've never seen it before. It's cute."

"Oh." Dan said, and there was definitely a blush on his cheeks now. Phil didn't comment on it, just letting his attention fall back to the TV. However, Phil let his hands drop so they were resting on top of Dan's crossed ankles, the touch seemingly to burn through Dan's jeans.

Dan didn't say anything about it, or about how there was something new added into the atmosphere between them—something he couldn't quite place.

Phil finally selected a track and a new game started. Dan flicked his eyes to the screen as the game started to count down from three. When the horn went off, he sided right up to Phil's kart and drove him into a wall, a brilliant plan of attack forming in his head. Phil tossed Dan a dirty look but Dan just stuck his tongue out. Whatever had popped up between them in that little exchange a few moments ago was gone, for now.

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Phil tossed his controller onto the floor and crashed back into the back of the couch, an arm falling over his face.

"I give up. You win. You bloody win, Dan, there's no way anyone can beat you."

They had been playing Mario Kart for over two hours now, and Phil hadn't come close to winning once. In fact, the closest he had gotten was a whopping third. And in hindsight, with Dan harassing him as he was, getting third was a decent enough achievement.

"I'm glad it only took you a million games of me handing you your own arse for you to figure it out, Phil."

"Oh shut it," Phil said, pulling his arm down to smack Dan's leg. He was smiling though, so Dan knew that he wasn't as annoyed as he let on. Dan let his controller fall to the floor and shifted down further into the sofa, wiggling his toes on Phil's lap. Phil pretended to gag.

"I hate to break up our little Mario Kart marathon, but you promised me dinner and I think my stomach is literally going to digest itself."

"That sounds painful." Phil said. His hands were on Dan's ankles again, but this time Phil's thumb was unconsciously tracing little patterns on the skin that was exposed there.

"Mhm."

"Where should we order out from then? There's a Indian place not too far away, or maybe the Chinese one a few blocks away? Something else?"

"Phil," Dan whined, "I thought I was promised lobster remember?" Dan said, trying to bring back the playful atmosphere that it was a few moments ago. Now...now there was something more.

"Dan, there's a reason why I have two jobs. Maybe in like, ten years I can get you those lobsters."

Dan sighed as if in disappointment, and nodded. "How about some Indian then, if we must."

Phil rolled his eyes and once again curled his fingers around Dan's ankles, lifting them up just like before and sliding out from under Dan's legs, getting up.

"I'll call us in something, wait here."

After the food was ordered and Phil had returned, he had just shifted Dan's body once again so he could sit before letting Dan's feet fall onto the tops of his thighs. Dan was too nervous to move them.

Instead of playing more Mario Kart, however, they decided to turn on a movie while they were waiting for their food.

When it arrived, Phil hopped up before Dan could and paid, bringing the bags back and putting them on the table. Dan sat up eagerly, his stomach growling at the smells wafting from what Phil was spreading out in front of them. They dug in, sitting close enough for their thighs to brush together, the movie playing in the background. Dan didn't really care if he was missing parts though; it was an old Marvel film they had both seen countless times before.

Dan let out a little noise of content when he finished.

"You were right Phil, that was delicious. I want to marry the chef so they could cook like that for me every day."

Phil looked at him. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were intense. It pinned Dan down and dissected him, took him apart and looked at all of his pieces.

And Dan was helpless to fight it. He couldn't look away if he tried.

"Yeah? Would you propose to him with a bagel?" He asked, the question nothing but a breath.

There it was again. That…that feeling between them. Dan recognized it now, for certain. His heart picked up a little, and he could feel the beginnings of sweat prickling on the back of his neck.

He remembered why he didn't date, why he didn't do anything other than platonic. He remembered the tears and the screaming and the pain, the damage he was still dealing with. He remembered, god did he remember, but he still couldn't stop the Phil Phil Phil in his head.

Dan licked his lips. He needed to get them away from this territory.

He needed to.

But.

Fuck.

He didn't want to.

"Maybe. Would that bother you?"

Dan's heart was in his stomach, yet it was still beating like crazy, sending his senses into overdrive. He didn't know what the hell he was doing, but he also didn't want to stop. And god, he couldn't stop looking into Phil's blue eyes, fuck.

Phil just stared, not saying a word. Dan was about to pull away, to give up whatever he seemed to be chasing. But Phil didn't give him the chance.

Something shifted in Phil's eyes, some kind of resolve forming right before Dan's gaze. Phil leaned forward and curled a hand around Dan's jaw.

"You tell me," he whispered and pressed forward. Dan met him halfway and he couldn't help how his eyelids fluttered closed when their mouths met. It was soft, questioning, with a clear open exit for Dan to run to if he wanted, but there was nothing unsure in how Phil kissed him; there was no doubt in the emotions Phil was pouring over Dan.

Dan would be lying if he said that the kiss shut up every voice in his head. If he claimed that this mind wasn't a shitshow, in a civil war with itself. If there wasn't a part of him that wanted to run.

But Dan was tired of running. He was exhausted and he hadn't known it, and yes, part of him was screaming that this was a bad idea, but fuck it he didn't care.

He wanted to be happy.

Phil pulled away a little, letting their mouths disentangle, but Dan just fisted a handful of Phil's shirt and brought him crashing back.

Phil groaned and nipped at Dan's bottom lip, flicking over it with his tongue. He was leaning heavily into Dan, the one hand that wasn't cupping Dan's face gently was locked beside Dan's body, holding Phil up. Dan, for his part, was angled back, and as their lips met over and over and over again it felt like Dan was just falling farther and farther back.

Dan brought his other hand to the back of Phil's head, and using the one buried in his shirt as well, Dan let his body fall, pulling Phil down with him. It wasn't as coordinated as he had imagined in his head, however, and their mouths broke apart. Dan was lying on his back, his legs angled awkwardly to the side of Phil's body, which was still somewhat posed overtop of Dan's. Phil laughed a little, but Dan didn't have the time to be embarrassed because Phil reached down and parted Dan's legs so they were on either side of Phil's body. Phil let his body blanket Dan's, bringing their faces impossibly close to each other.

"Is this okay?" Phil asked, his eyes so close, his mouth just out of reach.

Dan couldn't help but nod and reach out, pulling Phil in the rest of the way so they were kissing again. Phil let out a little sound that sounded a bit like a chuckle before turning his head and letting their mouths slot together better than before.

Dan had always liked kissing, but god, kissing Phil was a dream come true.

He didn't know how long they made out on Phil's scratchy couch, but Dan enjoyed every moment of it. He loved how Phil's fingers ran through his hair and curled around his waist, how Dan's own palm fit so well between Phil's shoulder blades, and how Phil's soft fringe brushed up against Dan's forehead.

Of course, things came to a crashing end.

Phil was kissing the life out of Dan, pressing him into the sofa with the weight of his own body, when he slipped a hand under Dan's shirt, his fingers burning into Dan's skin.

And then reality came crashing down onto Dan.

Dan gasped and both of his hands flew to Phil's chest, pushing him away. Dan rolled out from under Phil and consequently onto the floor.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

He knew this was a bad idea, he knew it.

All of the reasons why a relationship between them wouldn't work burst through his head like grenades. And really, it was just the same reason, repeated over and over in a mantra.

You're ace you're ace you're ace you're-

Dan sprang up from the floor and Phil was up from the couch in an instant, eyes wide and filled with fear and worry and concern.

"Oh my god Dan I'm so sorry! Fuck, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or-"

It was cowardly, but Dan couldn't stand there. A panic attack more fierce than anything he had faced in a while was building up in him and he didn't want to be here when it hit. Fuck. fuck. He turned, nearly dashing for the door, stomping into his shoes at a lightning and inhuman speed. Phil had caught up with him, however, and before Dan could grasp the door handle, his hand grabbed Dan's sleeve.

"Dan please don't go oh my god I swear I didnt-"

"It's not going to work between us, Phil, I'm sorry," Dan said, not missing how breathless he sounded, how kissed-out Phil looked, "but it just won't okay? I can't love you like you need me to."

"Dan? Woah, slow down, I don't-"

"I'm can't, okay? Now please let go of me."

"But I-"

Dan didn't seem capable of letting Phil finish a single sentence because he was already opening his mouth to retally. But then again Dan didn't really care if he was being rude at the moment because his heart was about to beat out of his chest and the world was spinning and all of the bad thoughts were rushing around his head in a whirlwind, unable to be stopped. Dan was panicking.

"I'm asexual! I just can't, Phil!" he blurted, and just as the words passed from his mouth his heart stopped, as well as the rest of the world. Everything stopped. Phil's eyes went wide, and that was it, Dan was ripping his arm out of Phil's grip and ripping the door open, sprinting down the hallway and taking the stairs down from Phil's flat so fast he was sure he was going to trip and break his neck.

He could hear Phil running after him, trying to keep up, shouting for him to "Wait! Please!" but Dan wasn't listening. Dan wasn't listening.

Dan burst out of Phil's apartment complex and ran faster than he had ever before. His feet felt like they were barely skimming the ground and it was like he was being chased by Death itself, but he only ran faster, pushed himself harder. And he was crying, tears blurring his vision until he could barely see. He hiccuped on a sob, but Dan wasn't stopping to catch his breath.

He had to run.

From Phil.

From the situation.

From the kisses, the feeling, the giggles and smiles and joy.

From his inability to shut his mouth.

From himself.

He ran.

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Deal // Part 2

 Harry Hook x Reader

request: So like one night the reader sees a cockroach crawling under a furniture and starts a wild hunt - like, legit, I see a cockroach I'll move all my furniture till I find it so I'm just picturing hook daydreaming when he's awaken from it by the reader screaming for him to come to her room now and not even like a normal person, just straight up jump through the window, and after a few minutes of finding, killing, and disposing of the cockroach, they start putting the furniture back in its place and talking about themselves, and sharing things would work as a kind of setup to a idea I have in mind for them getting together on a part 3

read part one here

requested by @nitakali (this one’s for you fam you’re fantastic)

notes: so this is the second part to Deal and it’s NOT OVER YET YALL THERE’S GON BE PART 3 HANG ON TO YOUR HATS

Ever since the fateful night where you had embarrassed yourself in front of your crush, Harry Hook, you swear you’d been seeing him more than usual.

It started out small at first. You’d occasionally catch a glimpse of a red jacket out of the corner of your eye, then brush it off as someone who also liked the colour red. It was a nice colour.

Then you’d actually start to see the pirate lingering around your usual route. He’d never be looking at you directly- he’d have his back turned to you, talking to Gil.

After that, you had actually started to see him staring at you. Whenever you’d look up from one of your books or from talking to your friends, he’d be there to catch your eye. Within a second of eye contact, you had turned away, cheeks blazing red.

Harry started to visit his usual spot outside your dorm window more often. What started out as once a week eventually developed into every other day. He’d sit on the bench, with his legs crossed in front of him and head placed in his hand. He would sit there for hours on end, just thinking. It only happened at night when no one was around. The silence of the night calmed him, almost as much as the lapping of waves used to.

You’d be in your dorm, working on schoolwork or dancing around carelessly to music. Harry would glance up and see your silhouette twirling behind your curtains. A smile would unknowingly creep onto his lips as he shook his head, falling back into his thoughts.

Occasionally, you’d peek out from behind your curtains and gaze at the pirate outside your window. You’d been harbouring a small crush on him, and it certainly didn’t hurt anyone to look for a while.

Harry knew you were staring. That only fueled the fire, as he would look up straight at you with his signature smirk that would only widen when you retreated into your dorm, blushing.

It was another one of those nights where you were splayed across your bed surrounded by stationery and colourful notes, cramming for your upcoming test. You told yourself every time that you’d start studying in advance, but you always ended up here.

You had just made it to your last chapter when you saw something move out of the corner of your eye. You ignored it, going back to your reading when you noticed the black spot kept moving across your carpet. You set your book aside, getting off the bed to inspect the movement.

The brown little thing had legs and an antenna. Your mouth went dry as you screamed loudly, jumping onto your bed to evade the little creature. You flailed your arms around, trying to find something to defend yourself with. Besides your study materials, you didn’t have much around you, and you didn’t want to get cockroach juice on your textbook.

You groaned, pacing in tiny steps around your bed with a hand clapped against your forehead. “Harry!”

You thanked the gods for leaving your windows open, otherwise you’d just be screaming a pirate’s name in your room like a weirdo.

Said pirate heard your bloodcurdling shrieks. Who couldn’t? It was like something out of a horror movie. He stood, edging slowly to your window. “What is it, Y/N?”

He could barely see you crouched on your bed, curling into yourself as you rocked back and forth. You couldn’t see him from your spot on the bed, but you knew he was there.

“Come in, please!” You pleaded, eyes wide. You saw his shadow back away and you scrambled to stop him. “No, forget the door, that’ll take too long! This is a life or death situation! Just come in through the window!”

Harry was silent as he stood still outside your window. This was the second time he had found you screaming in the middle of the night, and he was starting to wonder if what he was doing was a good idea.

He was shaken out of his thoughts by the small whimpers you were releasing. He sighed, but hoisted himself up and into your room with a low grunt. You let out a breath at the sight of him, feeling slightly safer with him in your room.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, worry evident in his voice. You shook your head quickly and squeaked out, “Cockroach.”

Harry blinked, his shoulders relaxing. He’d jumped in, yet again, thinking you were in genuine danger, but no, it was only a bug. Again. The pirate ran a hand over his face. “Are you serious? You screamed bloody murder for a cockroach?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, tossing a pillow his way. “Hey! Those things are evil, and foul, and dirty!” You spoke exasperatedly when he dodged your throw.

“Darlin’, you seem to have a thing for bugs.” He chuckled, leaning against your bed post. You retaliated almost immediately with a deadpan, “if that ‘thing’ is a genuine deathly fear of them, then yes, you are correct.”

Harry’s playful demeanor softened when he saw how actually scared you were, huddled up on your bed with your knees tucked to your chest.

“Don’t worry, I’m here now.” He spoke quietly, patting your hand softly. You looked up from your hands to him with a smile. “Thank you.”

“Now, tell me where this little monster is.” He clapped his hands, hopping off your bed with a ‘thud’. You raised a shaky hand to point to the floor, but your heart sank when all you saw was the normal white shag carpet.

“Oh no.” You squeaked. Harry, on the other hand, grinned victoriously. “Problem solved.”

You gaped at him, eyes wide. “No, problem not solved! That thing’s still in here!” Harry only shrugged, blue eyes scanning across your room for any sight of the bug. “It’s probably gone, love.”

You shook your head with a groan. “Harry, please. Help me find it?”

He contemplated his options. It was going to be a hard ‘no’, but when the pirate looked at you, that ‘no’ turned into a ‘yes’. Something about you managed to make him cave and he sighed, throwing his hands in the air. “Fine.”

You grinned, despite the harrowing situation you were in. You wasted no time in pulling furniture away from walls, pulling out your bed sheets and pillowcases and checking the tiny nooks and crannies in your dorm. Harry did the same, only with less effort. He was still convinced the thing had left your room long ago.

After minutes of hard convincing on Harry’s part, you’d finally relented and agreed that the god-forsaken cockroach had long gone. The two of you had moved to put things back in their place, with Harry doing most of the heavy-lifting.

Not that you were complaining as you sat on your bed with new pillowcases in hand, staring at Harry push your heavy furniture back into place. The shirt he was wearing did little to conceal the movements of his prominent muscles.

You couldn’t deny Harry Hook was hot.

You looked away, biting your lip as heat flooded your cheeks. You cleared your throat, tossing a pillow back in its place. “So how are you liking Auradon so far?”

Harry turned with a hum. He looked at you, sitting cross-legged with your hair thrown into a very messy bun, and he couldn’t help but give you a genuine smile. “It’s been getting better.”

“How so?” You smile back. You started to work on tucking your other pillow into its cotton case. You raised your head to look at Harry who shrugged.

“At first I hated this place. I wasn’t used to all the... y’know, buzz?” He ended his remark like a question and you nodded, understanding.

“then I met you. And things got more interesting.” He finished with a smirk. You raised your eyebrows. “Interesting, huh?”

He chuckled, situating himself on the spot next to you. “It’s nice seeing you around.” 

You scoffed teasingly. “Hook, you do know that if you wanted to ‘see’ me you could’ve just asked?” This made the pirate look away, and you swore you could see a faint tinge of pink creep up his neck.

You grinned cheekily at his reaction. He recovered soon enough, to lean closer until his face was mere inches from yours. Your eyes couldn’t leave his as you swallowed hard, trying to think of some snarky remark.

“How ‘bout you, Y/N? How’ve you been?”

You leaned back, blinking quickly. “I’ve been good?” You answered, but it only sounded like a question when the words left your mouth.

“So, tell me about yourself.” 

“What do you want to know?”

Harry shrugged, head tilting up in thought. “Anything.”

You sighed, getting off your bed to tidy the pile of clothes littered across your floor. “Well...” you started, uncertain. “My parents are Tarzan and Jane, that’s why it’s really weird for me to be afraid of bugs, since I was practically raised in the jungle.”

Harry nodded in realisation. That explained a lot, from your choice of practical clothing to the abundance of potted plants in your room.

“I dunno... I kind of miss the jungle sometimes,” you sighed, fiddling with the leaf of one of your plants, “it used to be my home and now I can barely remember how the air smelled or how it felt to swing from the vines.” 

You chuckled sheepishly, “yeah, I was a wild kid. Literally.”

Harry laughs at your silly attempt of a joke. “It sounds nice.”

You shake your head free of the memories, focusing on the pirate in front of you. “What about you?”

He didn’t know what to say, so he shrugged again. “What about me?” He didn’t think he was that interesting for you to keep asking for more about him.

“Anything!” You say with a giggle, plopping your head into your hands, looking up at him with wide eyes, “everything.”

He tried to hold back a smile at your innocence and curiosity. He sighed, relenting to give you more information. “Alright, well... I know I shouldn’t say this, but I miss the Isle sometimes.”

You tilted your head, silently asking for more. He continued, “I know that this place is a thousand times better than there, but it’s just like you said. It’s my home. I have family there, just like you.”

You nod. “I get that, but hey,” you placed a warm hand on his, “you’ve got me now to keep you company.”

Harry can’t help but smile. He’s been doing that a lot lately, mostly around you. He knows what’s happening, and he hates it, but at the same time loves it.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it soon after. You let out a light giggle, “what is it?”

He speaks quietly, uncertain. “Could I maybe ‘see’ you sometime? Away from the midnight bug attacks?”

He’s instantly reassured by your sweet laugh filling his ears. 

“I’d love to.”