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nicole-lynne · 4 years ago

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Pool Party Disaster

Notes: Well y'all, because I'm the worst, this has been sitting in my drafts for the better part of a year. It was supposed to be for @kayteewritessteve's writing challenge...and then I lost every single motivation I had to do anything I enjoyed. So it's 100% late and who knows how it really turned out. But I finished it so here ya go!

Description: Steve and you are in a secret relationship, but it may not be so secret anymore after some semi-public sex.

Based off the prompt: "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would notice."

Warnings: NSFW +18. Minors DNI.

You watched lazily as a bead of water rolled down Steve’s shoulder blade, past the dip of his back, and disappeared into his swim shorts. In a large group of people, you knew you should look away, but it felt impossible to drag your eyes away from the place where the shorts hugged his muscular thighs.

“You know you’re drooling, right?”

Snapping your eyes in the other direction, you shifted to find Bucky hovering behind your chair with an annoying smirk on his face. Folding your arms roughly, you ignored the heat in your cheeks. “I was not.”

“Yes, you were.” Bucky said as he moved to sit in the pool chair next to you. “But it’s okay, I don’t think anyone else saw.”

“There was nothing for anyone else to see anyways.” You said snarkily.

“You two aren’t discrete at all, you know? Steve practically popped a boner when you walked out in your suit. Somehow all these other idiots just haven’t put two and two together yet.”

Truthfully, you weren’t surprised that Bucky had figured it out. He was Steve’s best friend and a trained assassin. It’d been more surprising to you that it had taken him this long. You and Steve had started this, whatever this was, over a month ago and no one had mentioned it yet.

There was a part of you that wanted to deny it just for the satisfaction of seeing Bucky question himself, but the other part felt relieved that someone finally knew. And as you glanced over at Steve, laughing with Thor about something, you knew, no one denies Steve Roger. He’s the kind of guy that girls trip over themselves to get a few moments of attention.

“Look, Buck-”

“It’s fine, it’ll be our little secret.” He squeezed your arm lightly, clearly seeing all of the thoughts on your face. “Why not let you two have your fun while you can. You know Tony will blow a gasket once he finds out.”

The idea of your brother finding out about your budding romance with the supersoldier wasn’t exactly something you wanted to think about today. Clearing your throat, you gave Bucky a smirk with a bit of gratefulness behind it.

“Although, I’m still amazed you’ve been able to keep it a secret from the little play-boy genius.”

“It’s not like we’re making out right in front of him, Buck.” You said, irritated.

“No, you were just practically undressing him with your eyes like a love-sick teenager.” Bucky guffawed loudly, and you shoved him backwards futilely. He stayed planted to the chair, snorting at your weak attempt. “Okay, fine, I’ll drop it. I’m just saying, you better get a plan together before Tony stumbles upon it on his own. After the Accords and...well, you know he’s not Steve, or my, biggest fan.”

“I know...you know I don’t blame either of you for that though.”

“We know you don’t, doll. It’s still hard to live with.” Bucky said with a grimace.

“Buck, it wasn’t you. And I’m glad Steve protected you from Tony. You’re his best friend and he needs you in his life.” Reaching forward, you squeezed his hand until he looked up at you. “Besides, who else would annoy me if you weren’t around.”

“You know you love me.” He scoffed, giving you a big grin. “So what are you guys gonna do?”

“Eventually, we’ll work on a plan, but for right now, thanks for keeping it quiet. You’re a great friend, even if you are a sadistic ass sometimes.” You smiled and patted his leg before standing up and moving towards the patio door that entered into the huge kitchen.

To your back, Bucky shouted, “Baby, you don’t even know the half of it,” making you shake your head and giggle. Sliding the door closed, the rest of the noise from the backyard hushed to a dull roar.

You made your way toward the island, in search of something to snack on. Finally you located some tostitos - score! Pulling out a handful of chips, you turned to watch the party through the glass panes that took up the whole fourth wall.

You were pretty sure that Tony had invited the entire company for his barbeque and no one dared to decline. He wasn’t exactly scary or anything, but he definitely liked things a specific way and he always made a mental note if someone wronged him - in his eyes. That was the reason it was so hard to admit this thing with Steve. It wasn’t a secret that Tony didn’t like Steve and he wouldn’t be too happy to know that his little sister might be falling - hard - for the supersoldier.

The sound of the door opening and closing brought you back to reality and you looked up to find Steve watching you intensely from the other side of the kitchen. The light framed him, reflecting on the few drops of water on his chest, and his hair was spiked from where he’d run his fingers through it.

“Hey there, soldier.” You said, smiling sweetly at him.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He replied, walking around the island to you. “You look like you’re having fun.”

“Yeah, it’s alright. Not as much fun since we have to keep our distance.”

“Seemed like Bucky was keeping you company.” He said curtly, his gaze focused on the solo cup on the counter.

You raised an eyebrow, “um, yeah I guess so.” Steve hmphed grumpily. “He was teasing me about being so obvious while I checked you out. He said we’re not discrete enough to be having such a naughty fling.”

Surprised, Steve lifted his eyes to meet yours. “Oh. I thought... Well, I thought he might be-”

“Hitting on me?”

“Something like that.”

Reaching forward, you slipped your hand into his. “He wouldn’t be dumb enough to do that, Steve, when I’m so obviously into you. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all afternoon.”

Steve let out a breathy laugh and shook his head. “I’m sorry, doll. I guess it’s just seeing you like this has my head all cloudy. It’s hard not to imagine every guy being attracted to you looking like that.”

“Are you serious? I’ve been watching these vultures circle you all day hoping to get a shred of your attention. It’s ridiculous.” You laughed haughtily and hopped up to sit on the counter top. “I think one girl jumped into the pool in front of you like six times trying to catch your eye.”

“Really? I haven’t even noticed.” Steve said, amusement in his voice, as he moved to stand between your legs. “I was too busy focusing on how incredible you look and how much I wanted to have you wrapped around me.”

You let out a shuddered breath as he dipped his head down to press a kiss against your exposed shoulder while his hand moved under your top and pinched your hard nipple. Every time he talked like that, so different from his public image, it made you black out. There was only the tiniest voice telling you that anyone could walk in at any moment.

“You’ve got to stop talking like that or I won’t be able to control myself.” You panted, glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one had spotted you through the tinted glass.

Steve’s lips trailed up your neck until his teeth nipped at your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. “What if I don’t want you to control yourself?”

Lord have mercy, this man was going to kill you.

“I’ve been so desperate to have you all day, sweetheart. I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would notice.”

“What if someone’s watching?”

“No one’s watching us. They’re all too scared of Tony to look for us.” His fingers on his free hand traced back and forth along the tops of your thighs, leaving goose bumps where he touched.

“Aren’t you?” You forced yourself to ask.

Steve leaned back to look at you, “Scared of Tony? Nah. I’ve fought him for the people I love before, and I’ll do it again if I have to.”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew from his words and shifted closer to his body, letting the heat of his skin radiate through you.

Breaking the silence, Steve’s gruff voice said, “Now do you want to explain why you snuck out of my bed before I could have my way with you this morning.”

You hadn’t meant to leave him hanging this morning, but you’d been late for your meeting already, and if the hard-on pressed against your ass was any indication for how the rest of your morning would go, you couldn’t risk being any later.

“I-I was late for a meeting that I couldn’t miss.” You managed to stutter as his mouth trailed down and sucked on the pulse point in your neck, knowing that always drove you crazy. “I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.”

“I don’t want to wait until tonight,” He nudged your thighs apart more and ran his index finger along the edge of thin material covering you, rolling your nipple with the other hand. “I want you now.”

Before you could protest, he pressed his thumb against your clit through the bottoms and captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing your moan happily. Your lips parted and his tongue slipped against yours. In just a few moments, he had you worked up and you were grateful that the swimsuit was absorbent. Then, with no hesitation, he broke your kiss and dropped to his knees, his pupils blown with lust.

“Steve,” you hissed, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’ve been dying to taste you, sweetheart.” He said as he pulled the fabric to the side hastily and ran his tongue through your slit. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan and, instantly, you ran your fingers through his hair. “God you’re amazing.”

“Don’t stop.” You breathed out.

Quickly, he sucked your clit and flicked his tongue back and forth over it, causing your eyes to roll back with intense pleasure. His finger teased at your entrance and, with one look up to your blissed-out face, he pushed in one finger to the knuckle.

As slow as he could, he dragged his finger out of you, hooking it just right against your g-spot, then pushed it back in. Each time, playing with your clit in the same rhythm. You were dripping wet but Steve wasn’t letting any of it go to waste. The warm feeling was growing in the pit of your stomach and you knew this orgasm wouldn’t take long at all.

You were beginning to regret not waking him up this morning.

His other hand cupped your ass and pulled you closer to his face just in time for him to hit your g-spot and your clit at the same time, pushing you just over that edge. Fire raced through your veins as you rode out your high, his moans sent vibrations through your body that made you buck against him harder. His hands gripped you tightly to keep you sat on the counter until you started to come down, his mouth still working against you in gentle motions before letting your suit snap back into place.

Slowly, he pressed a soft kiss to each of your thighs and stood up, letting you pull him in for a kiss and you moaned as the taste of yourself hit your tongue. You let your hands roam down his chest to stop at the top of his shorts. Only hesitating for a second, you pulled them down enough to reveal how hard Steve was.

“Can I fuck you, baby?” His breathing was ragged, his lips brushed against yours, as you pumped him in your hand.

All your inhibitions went out the window and all you could do was whimper in response. With one swift motion, he jerked your suit to the side and pushed into you, both of you groaning in pleasure. He didn’t pause to give you time, instead, he began thrusting into you mercilessly.

Your head tipped back, letting him drop his lips to your exposed neck. He slammed into you over and over, rocking your body on the counter, and you dug your nails into his shoulder, desperate for something to ground you.

“Feels so good, sweetheart.” Steve murmured. “Were made for my cock.”

His dirty words made you moan, and you tightened your legs around his waist in response. Slipping his hands under your ass, he lifted you up so he was hitting a deeper angle. With the change, you slipped your hand between your bodies and started circling your clit, bringing your orgasm closer.

“Don’t stop, Captain.” You huffed.

The second you used his title, his eyes darkened with lust and his speed picked up as he stroked into you roughly. Each time, he hit the perfect spot and your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hand had stopped moving, distracted by what Steve was doing. Pushing your hand to the side, Steve moved into the spot and rubbed in sync with his movements.

“You gonna be a good little girl and cum for me?” He growled.

A few more thrusts and your orgasm washed over you and you clenched around his dick in pleasure. Immediately, he attached his lips to yours in a passionate kiss and you slipped your hand into his hair to tug him closer. He pulled out of you two more times before he faltered and his own orgasm hit him. You could feel him pulsing in you and there was no stopping your own body squeezing him for everything he had.

Both of you were panting, trying to catch your breath, occasionally making eye contact and laughing about what had just happened. Gently, he pulled out of you and tucked himself back into his shorts before reaching for a few napkins on the counter and cleaned you up as best as he could.

“Thanks, soldier.” You giggled, adjusting your suit bottoms.

Steve opened his mouth to respond when FRIDAY interrupted. “Mr. Stark requests your presence in the study.” All the bliss drained from your body instantly. You whipped your head around to look at Steve but his face was already hard as stone. Sliding off the counter, you dragged yourself toward the study with Steve trailing behind you, silent as a shadow. You lingered at the door for a moment before pushing the door open and walking in.

Behind the desk, Tony sat back in his plush chair with his hands steepled together. His lips were tight together in a harsh line and he was glaring daggers into Steve behind you.

“On the counter? Really? I eat there.” Was all he said.

“H-how did you know?” You squeaked.

“I always ask FRIDAY to inform me of any... inappropriate behavior when I throw a party.” Tony raised a brow incredulously, “People are animals and can’t keep their hands off each other in public, clearly.”

“Hey,” Steve snapped, “keep it respectful.”

“Why don’t you take your own advice, Cap.” Tony jumped up. “That’s my little sister you had your filthy hands all over.”

You blanched at the thought of Tony seeing what you’d just done.

“I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but that doesn’t give you the right to judge either of us.” Steve took a step toward Tony. “I’m well aware of some of your indiscretions in your past.”

“Indiscretions are way different from absolute betrayal.”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic now, Tony.” Steve ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “I think I deserve to be dramatic after my sister was being railed on my kitchen counter.”

“That’s enough,” Steve stood in front of Tony and balled a fist into his shirt roughly, “you’re not going to talk about her like that again.”

Neither of them paying attention to you, you backed up and dropped onto the couch. Tears swelled in your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. This was the worst case scenario of your brother finding out - no, this hadn’t even come up in your list of worst case scenarios. You were absolutely mortified that a moment like that had been captured on camera.

Not able to stop it, a sob slipped from you and you buried your face in your hands. Steve’s eyes moved from Tony’s face down to you, instantly releasing Tony’s shirt and moving to your side.

“Sweetheart, don’t cry.” He wrapped his arm over your shoulder and tucked you into his chest, making you cry harder, your body shaking violently.

“Ahh kid, I...” Tony trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Steve glared at Tony harshly, then leaned down to kiss your head. “Baby, I need you to try and take some deep breaths. Can you do that for me?”

Lifting your chin with his fingers, he waited patiently until you made eye contact with him. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, but Steve didn’t judge, only waited until you nodded slightly. He took a deep breath and you followed his motions, inhaling deeply, holding at the top, and releasing it slowly.

Steve held your focus as he breathed with you until you stopped shaking and the tears were dried on your cheeks. He gently cradled your face, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs, before kissing the tip of your nose.

You knew, without a doubt, that you loved Steve more than anyone you’d ever been with. The fact that he’d helped you through this breakdown had just made it more clear that he was the one you wanted to be with. Your eyes fluttered shut and you worked up the courage to look at your brother. Turning to him, you grimaced at the blank look on his face.

“I’m sorry about how you found out, Ton. But I’m not sorry for loving Steve. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m not going to let your own emotional problems get in the way of my happiness.” You croaked, your throat raw from crying.

Tony’s face fell and he had the decency to look ashamed. “Kid, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry for what I said. I guess I was just in shock at...”

“I know this isn’t easy for you, but believe me, this wasn’t how I wanted you to find out either.” Steve squeezed your hand in support and you gave him a small smile.

“You really care about her, Rogers?”

“No, Tony.” Steve said and your head snapped up to see him grinning at you, “I love her. I’m in love with her.”

Not having a care in the world, you launched yourself at him to give him a huge kiss. Steve chuckled but kissed you back with the same enthusiasm. Tony groaned and grumbled until you leaned back, a blush on your cheeks.

“Look, I guess this all fine and dandy, but let’s try to keep the displays of affection in front of me to a minimum. I already have to bleach my eyeballs and I don’t need any more reasons.” Tony headed toward the door, avoiding looking in your direction again. “And Cap, if you hurt one hair on my baby sister’s head, I will blast your ass all the way to Wakanda.”

You and Steve bust out laughing and you let him haul you to your feet. He held your face affectionately and you leaned into his touch.

“Since we’ve got Tony’s blessing now, you want to sneak home for round two?” He teased.

“No way, Captain. Now that we’re free, I’m planning on spending the whole day with you in the pool.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him to the door. “Besides, I’ve got to show all those girls who you belong to.”

“Belong to?” Steve darted forward and flipped you over his shoulder, smacking your butt playfully. “I think you’re all mine, baby.”

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amylillian22 · 4 years ago

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My Best Friend - Part 2 - Chris Evans Imagine

Word Count: 1,967

Warnings: Talks of nude photos

Author's Note: Y'all wanted and asked for a part 2. Please be gentle with me. I must have came up with something and deleted every draft at least 4 times before I settled with this draft. I'm still iffy about it, but let me know what you think!

Chris push his key in Y/N apartment in the lock and unlocked it. Normally he would let her know when he was coming over, but he hadn't heard from her all day. She wasn't answering his phone calls or text messages. Naturally, he was worried and wanted to see if she was okay.

"Okay! I'm here! What's wrong?" Chris shouted as he closed the front door with his foot. He had a case of Y/N favorite's alcoholic drink and her favorite pint of ice cream in the other. He wasn't sure how bad whatever she was going through was, but he made sure to bring two of her favorites to choose from.

"Chris?" Y/N shouted back. She was in the living room. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, you didn't answer me all day," he said as he walked down the hallway and when he turned to go into the living room, he saw a guy he had never seen before on the couch with Y/N. "I figured something was wrong..." he trailed.

"Whoa!" The guy shot up from the sofa. "You're Captain America, bro!"

"Alright, Kenny, it's time to go," Y/N started guiding him towards the door.

"But, he just got here and I wanna hang out with him," Kenny protested. "Why didn't you tell me you were friends with him?! I could have been friends with him this whole time!"

"That's exactly why I didn't tell you," Y/N said. "Goodbye, Kenny."

"Wait!" He shouted, but Y/N had already closed the door on him. She let out a frustrated groan.

Chris stood at the end of the hallway and saw Y/N leaning against the door with her eyes closed. He cleared his throat, causing her to open her eyes. For a split second, she forgot he was there. She walked towards him and noticed the items in his hands. She grabbed the pint of ice cream and made her way to the small kitchen to grab two spoons. Chris put the drinks in the refrigerator. She grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. They made themselves comfortable and leaned against the headboard. She opened the pint of ice cream and gave him a spoon.

"So, who was that?" Chris asked. He had an inkling feeling of who it could have been. Since she admitted to it, Chris hadn't let go of the idea that she had been sending out nudes to some guy. Truth is he didn't know all the facts. He didn't know if there was just one guy or a couple. However, this guy admitted he had known Y/N for a while, and he couldn't help but wonder exactly how long.

She swallowed her spoonful and gave him the pint, letting him get his turn with the ice cream. "Kenny and he came here because I dumped him."

Chris paused before putting his spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. He bit his lip, trying to take in this new information she had given him. He didn't want to say anything just yet. Not until he got the full details.

"Elaborate," was all he said.

Y/N moved her spoon around the pint of ice cream, stalling. She blew her lips, letting out a raspberry sound. "Kenny is someone I matched with on Tinder..."

"Oh," Chris mumbled. He stole another spoonful of ice cream, knowing he needed all the extra comfort he could get.

"About two years ago," she finished.

"Two years?!" Chris yelped, causing him to cough as he swallowed the ice cream wrong. He cleared his throat several times after he stopped. He hadn't even noticed Y/N had left and came back with a water bottle for him. He gladly took it, feeling a relief as the cool water went down his throat.

She crossed her legs as she sat in front of him. "I'm sorry." He didn't say anything. He was hurt about all of this. Not only was he jealous of Kenny, but she hid a relationship from him. She knew she hurt him looking into his hurt blue eyes. "Truthfully, he wasn't worth talking about. He and I literally had a friends with benefits thing going on, except we focused more on the benefits and weren't exactly friends."

"Okay, I think I'm done hearing about this," he began to move, ready to leave her bed, but she stopped him. He looked down at the hand on his forearm before he looked up and saw the tears welling in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I lied and kept him for you. He honestly doesn't mean anything to me. He never has and he never will. I broke up with him because I couldn't do it anymore," she sniffles. "I told myself I would never tell you, but I have to you."

Y/N wasn't talking about Kenny anymore and Chris knew it. He just didn't know exactly what else she had been hiding from him.

"I broke up with him because I can't kept lying to myself. I've been in love with someone else for as long as I can remember. I only used Kenny as a distraction, even though it never really worked. In the end, I only ended up hurting myself more. And, I hope I wasn't hurting this other guy either."

"No," Chris shook his head and got out her bed. "I don't want to hear anymore. I thought I wanted to know, but knowing now, I didn't need to know about Kenny. And, I certainly don't want to know about this other guy you've been in love with all these years!" He started pacing back and forth. "How could you keep something like this from me? I never hid anything from you! But now you're telling me you've been in love with someone else ... for years?!" It was no doubt the neighbors heard Chris raising his voice after each sentence. He was furious. He stood there, panting in rage, and his hands balled up in tight fists.

"Why didn't you tell me?" This time his voice wasn't angry. He sounded so betrayed and hurt.

"Because I was afraid it would ruin our friendship! I'm more scared to lose you as my best friend, Chris." Tears slowly made their way down her cheeks. Her hand shook as she wiped away her own tears, completely terrified how he would respond.

His jaw dropped realizing she was talking about him.

"Also, I never said anything because I knew you never felt that way about me." Chris just stood there in complete shock. "Now, I'm definitely wishing I hadn't told you. I should have never said anything. Just forget it."

She turned on her heel, ready to escape her own room and leave the apartment. She felt completely embarrassed. Chris grabbed her elbow and spun her around before she could reach her bedroom door.

"I- You-," he was at a loss of words, but he knew he couldn't let her walk out after confessing her feelings. "Give me a minute."

She shook her head. "It's okay, Chris. I know you don't feel that way about me. Just don't let this ruin our friendship, okay? Please."

"No, no, no," he repeated. "I feel the same way about you."

"No, you don't," she said.

His eyes narrowed at her. "You don't know how I feel."

"Chris, I'm not stupid. You've been seeing someone-"

"So, have you!" He snapped.

"Not in the same way as you have been!" She snapped back.

Chris sighed. "Look, I'll admit, I never had feelings for you-" her eyes welled up at his words. "But," he emphasized, "ever since you told me about your nudes, I haven't stopped thinking about you, in a non-best friend way."

She furrowed her eyebrows, completely confused. She didn't know exactly what he meant. Did he only think about what she looked like naked? Or was he thinking about what it would be like to date her and kiss her, have a relationship with?

He grabbed her hand and led her to her bed. They sat on the edge of her bed, still holding on to her hand. She looked down at their hands as Chris slowly intertwined his fingers with hers. Her heart skipped a beat at the small action.

"When I found out you had been sending out your own nudes, I felt jealous. Not that someone was seeing you naked, but jealous at the fact that you had some other guy in your life besides me. Although it was just sex, you still had some form of a relationship with someone else for two years and that really bugs because I'm jealous," he confessed.

"Chris, as much as I'm in love with you, I wish you hadn't said that," she spoke softly and carefully.

"What? I thought you'd be happy," he said, removing his hand from hers. His heart sank and he had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked into her sad, and broken eyes.

"Because I don't want to you lose you , especially as my best friend," she repeated.

"You-"

"I'm going to be brutally honest with you. You're scared of commitment. It's no secret that you are. What if we give this a try and you freak out? Or what if it doesn't actually work out for whatever reason? As much as I know I would love to have you as something more, I know I would grieve more of the loss of having you as my best friend," she admitted.

Chris stared at her as she spoke. He completely knew where she was coming from and he didn't blame her. He has always been scared of commitment, which is why the women he had been involved with the past never worked out. However, none of those ladies were Y/N. Other than his family, she's the only person Chris has known for so many years and made sure she was always in it. Now, he was damn sure he would never live his life without her.

"Chris," she whispered. "Say something."

He decided to say something bold, very bold. He cupped her cheeks and pulled her in, his lips immediately capturing hers. Y/N was taken back, completely caught off guard, but she eventually moved her lips along with his.

His lips were so soft and gentle against hers. He had to be careful. It was obvious as much as she loved him, she didn't want something more out of fear. That's what stopped her from admitting her feelings to him in the past. But, he couldn't get enough of her soft strawberry lips. He kissed her deeply, with so much passion. His lips had released butterflies in her stomach, making her toes curl at the wonderful sensation.

As much as he wanted to continue kissing her, he pulled back a little bit. His lips brushed against hers, their warm breaths fanning against their lips. Y/N licked her lips before she bit her bottom lip. Chris' forehead was pressed against hers. He cupped her cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing against her cheekbone.

"You still haven't said anything," she whispered.

Chris chuckled, his lips forming a wide smile. "Y/N, I'm in love with my best friend and I have never been more sure of anything in life. You have always been a part of my life and I wouldn't want it any other way."

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears of joy. She leaned and kissed him. "I love you, too, Chris."

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general-kenobi357 · 3 years ago

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Someday Soon-Chapter 7

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!OC

Summary: The Pogues try to pawn off the gold they found but run into more trouble then they bargained for.

Word Count: 4.2k

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The next morning John B parked in front of the pawn shop in town as we all piled out of the van. I grabbed the hunk of gold which had been melted down earlier, I handed it off to JJ, who began to criticize Kie’s work.

“Hell of a job melting it down, Dr. Frankenstein.” He said weighing the gold in his hands.

“Like you could've done better.” Kie countered.

“I could have.” He said, turning to look at the group. “I took a welding class.”

“Yeah, that you skipped every day to visit me in English.” I pointed out, reminding him of the previous school semester.

“Whoa, whoa. Hey. Sh! Chill out, okay?” John B broke off the bickering.

“Easy for you to say. You're not the one that has to pawn this piece of shit off.” JJ responded, looking at the gold in his hands. “How did I get this job anyway?”

“'Cause you're the best liar.” Pope answered without skipping a beat as he entered the pawn shop and we all began to follow.

The bell rang above me as the door shut, I followed Kie to go look at a shelf of trinkets while JJ started talking to the women who sat behind the counter.

After a lengthy debate a price was finally agreed upon and we were told we’d have to go to a warehouse to complete the sale. I found it strange that this pawnshop had a warehouse when there were quite a few bare shelves in the store. Why would they need a warehouse to hold stuff when their shop was half empty? I figured that maybe I just didn’t know enough about the in and outs of pawn shops and chose to not voice my concerns while we all exited the shop with a warehouse address in hand.

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We were driving through the Cut on our way to the “warehouse” and something felt off, but then again things had felt off since we had started this treasure hunt, so I decided to push down the feelings of dread that were beginning to bubble up. I sat between JJ and Kie staring out the window which was across the van watching the rows of trees fly by as we continued down the road to the most deserted part of the island.

“So they keep money out here?” Pope asked in disbelief.

“That's what she said.” JJ replied, pausing for a minute a smirk grew on his lips. “That's what she said.”

“Stop.” Pope cut off JJ from laughing at his own comment.

“I've never even heard of Resurrection Drive.” Sarah turned around to look at us from the passenger’s seat.

“'Cause you're rich.” JJ commented.

“You've never heard of it either.” Kie defended Sarah while I smacked JJ’s arm. “There's nothing but weeds back here.”

A moment passed before the car behind us flashed on lights and sirens signaling us to pull over. The stealth cop car pulling us over in the middle of nowhere only added to the doubt I felt. Something was definitely wrong.

“Cops? Out here?” Kie asked as we all looked back while John B pulled over.

“God! Are you kidding me? What did we do?” JJ demanded on edge. “I hate cops.”

“Did you bring the gun?” Kie asked as he began to hide the gold in his bag, I prayed the answer was no I wasn’t sure what would happen if he had.

“No. Okay? Iz told me that I couldn’t bring it with me everywhere I went. I left it back at the place.”

“Thank God.”

“He's walking up.” Pope warned as JJ stuffed his bag under the seat.

I was looking back at the car when I heard the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking near John B’s open window.

“Why don't I go ahead and see them hands in the air?” A masked man demanded loudly, waving the gun in front of John B. “All y'all's hands up in the air now!”

Everything became a blur as he ushered us out of the van before instructing us to lay down in the ditch. I focused on remembering how to breathe as he began to rip apart the van clearly looking for something. It was all a set up, there was no warehouse, only a dead end road where one man could threaten us at gunpoint in order to take the gold we had found. I hadn’t noticed John B sneak away towards the car that had pulled us over but I did hear the muffled protest from the rest of the group. I could hear JJ cursing beside me while I watched the masked man find the gold and head back to his car which John B had just snuck into.

There was a pause before John B called out to us and we all rushed to his side. Incapacitating the man who had robbed us before John B ripped off his face covering so we could find out who he was. I didn’t recognize him but JJ seemed to, rambling about how he supplied his father with coke.

“Come on, let's get outta here.” John B urged as JJ grabbed the dealer’s wallet. None of us wanted to wait around for the real cops to show up.

“We got one last stop.” JJ told us, looking at the id he had found. “Let's go see where this son of a bitch lives.”

The dealer screamed threats at us as we made our way back to the van so that we could get outta there.

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“Welcome to Crackhead Wasteland.” Sarah spoke up as we drove up to a rundown trailer.

The ride here had been silent as we all tried to recover from what had just gone down.

“I don't know about this, man.” Pope spoke up uneasily. “Dude, why are we at Barry's?”

“This'll only take a second.” JJ responded hopping out of the van before making his way to the steps of the trailer.

“Where are you going?” John B asked JJ as he made his way across the porch.

“Yo soy justicia.” JJ responded as if that answered the question before disappearing into the building.

“Did you glean anything from that?” Pope asked as we all shook our heads.

“You know somebody should probably…” Kie started to say before John B got out of the van.

“Yeah, I got it.” He reassured, following JJ’s path into the trailer.

The rest of us stayed quiet as we waited for the pair to return. I felt numb still trying to figure out what was going on and why I hadn’t spoken up when I had the chance. Maybe if I had voiced my concerns we wouldn’t be here, maybe we could’ve gone to the mainland, traded the gold with someone else.

I was pulled out of the thoughts that were beginning to drown me when the rest of the gang got out of the van as JJ and John B approached us. I stayed sitting near the door figuring we would be leaving soon anyway.

“All right, so we're looking at five grand each for reparations for putting us through that bullshit.” JJ spoke to us all digging through a bag full of cash. “Sorry about that, y'all.”

“So that's what we're doing now? We're robbing drug dealers?” Kie asked hopelessly.

“This Barry guy's gonna find out.” Sarah reasoned. “And he's gonna come after us.”

“Yes, he will. This is not the time to start wilin' out.” John B added, it seemed like he was continuing a previous conversation they had most likely had inside.

“How'd you like havin' a gun pulled on you?” JJ asked finally snapping and pinning John B against the van.

“Relax.” John B told him in an attempt to calm JJ down.

“He had it right here on you, bro.”

“What are you gonna do when he comes for us?”

“We punch him in the throat.”

“Yeah, good fuckin' idea, JJ.”

“I'm not putting it back.” JJ finally said letting go of John B. He climbed past me into the van and sat down before looking at everyone. “You guys getting in or what? What”

“We're sick of your shit.” Kie told him.

“Oh, my shit?” JJ challenged getting back out of the van.

“Yeah. Yeah. Your shit. Yes. Your pulling guns on people shit.”

“You acting like a maniac…” Pope added.

“Okay, Pope, I took the fall for you, man!” JJ cried out. “Know how much I owe because of you?”

“I'm gonna pay you back, and I didn't ask you to do that!”

“I just did pay it back. Right here, right now, by myself.” JJ spat holding up the money he had found inside. “You know what? That's exactly what I'm gonna do. Go off by myself.”

“JJ... Hey, wait, man.” John B spoke up trying to stop him. “Iz could you?”

“Yeah I’ll go see what I can do.” I said. I didn’t have to hear the rest of the question to know John B wanted me to go after JJ thinking he might listen to me.

“Should we wait?” Kie asked as I began to follow JJ.

“No, I’ll um meet you guys at The Wreck later.” I stated, figuring it might take awhile to talk to JJ.

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It took me a couple minutes to catch up with JJ who was walking a lot faster than I expected. When I finally caught up to him I put a hand on his shoulder hoping he would turn around and he did, looking the most pissed off I had ever seen him.

“Jesus, what?” He groaned before realizing it was me, his face softened slightly but he couldn’t take back the comment.

“What? JJ, really?” I asked now that I too was pissed off. “I want to know what the hell is going on. Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what? I’m paying off the restitution.”

“JJ we have the gold, you don’t have to use that drug money. You don’t have to make more enemies.”

“It’s a little late for that Iz. Why do you even care?”

“Why do I care? Oh I don’t know maybe cause you’re important to me, because I know that you’re better than this.”

“Then clearly you don’t know me.” He told me before turning to continue walking. “Stop acting like my girlfriend, I don’t need someone telling me what to do.”

“Where are you even going?” I asked, trying to keep up with his quick pace while also attempting to let go of the comments he was making.

“Home.” He said after a moment. “I gotta go prove to the old man I did it. By myself, without him.”

After that comment I stopped trying to keep up, I stood still and watched him go. The tears I had been holding onto all morning finally springing free as I watched him fade from view. It felt like I had just lost the one person who kept me together.

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I felt more lost than I ever had as I found myself walking up the stairs of The Wreck and towards the table that my friends were all seated at.

“There's about a zero percent chance that JJ goes home.” Pope said, I assumed it was an answer to a question that I had not heard.

“That’s exactly where he’s going.” I corrected Pope as my friends all turned to look at me.

“Are you alright?” Kie asked standing from the table and holding me an arms length away to inspect my features.

At that question I fell apart all over again and as the tears fell freely down my face the rest of my friends got up and all pulled me into a hug. After a couple minutes they all let go of me as Kie led me to sit down.

“What happened?” Pope asked concern written across his features.

“We fought about the money and then he left and I couldn’t stop him.” I explained between hiccups caused by my previous sobbing. “I’m fine guys or I will be, I’m just worried.”

They all gave me a look of uncertainty as if they didn’t believe what I was telling them but after a couple minutes Pope finally decided to change the topic effectively dropping it.

“Okay.” He started hesitantly. “It's too dangerous to pawn this thing off piecemeal. So our best bet is to go down there and get the rest of it. Bring it all up at once. Put it in... in a safe or a vault or something. I... I don't know. Just until we can find someone who won't rip us off. I can figure it out tonight, get it done, and we can be out there tomorrow morning.”

“All right, let's do it.” John B said ready to start planning.

“What about that thing with my dad?” Sarah asked him.

“What thing?” Kie asked as John B cursed under his breath.

“I have to go fishing with Ward.” He explained to us.

“You can't get 400 mil 'cause you're gonna go kill fish?”

“Look, I have to go.”

“Blow it off.” Pope spoke up. “It's 400 million in gold!”

“Make something up!” Kie added

“Look, I... I have to, okay?” John B shut down their suggestions. “He... he saved me, all right? If it weren't for Ward, I'd be in foster care. I have to go. Plus, it'll be better to do it at night. Right?”

“Fine. Fine, go fishing.” Kie said. “And at least JJ will probably have washed up by then.”

But I wondered if he would. As much as JJ’s words had hurt me I still worried, I had seen what Luke Maybank had done before and I knew he would want to keep the money that JJ had got for himself.

“I um I gotta go to work.” I said finally standing up when I noticed the clock on the wall. “I’ll see y’all later.”

“Yeah we’ll meet you at the Château tonight.” Kie reassured me letting go of my hand that she had been holding since I had arrived.

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I closed the car door with a sigh, the sun was low in the sky. My mom had just dropped me off at home after we were done working and was about to go collect Emmy.

“I’ll be back in a while.” She assured me as I opened the back door to grab my bag from the seat.

“Okay I’ll see you then.” I said with a smile as she drove out of our driveway once again.

I made my way up to the porch and was about to go into my house when I noticed something on the dock at the Château. Confused, I dropped my bag on the steps before heading in that direction to go investigate.

As I got closer I noticed someone in a suit working on laying out a blanket. Then a head of unmistakable golden hair popped up as the old deck creaked under my feet.

“JJ?” I asked, confused by whatever was going on.

“Sweetheart.” He greeted me with a smile, meeting me halfway down the dock before leading me towards the picnic he had set up.

“What is this?” I asked him, my concern growing as he sat down.

“Sit, please. I got it all set up.” He stated, avoiding my question.

After a moment I sat as he offered me champagne.

“What is this?” I asked him again, pushing away the glass he was trying to pass to me.

“It’s um, It’s an apology. For this morning and for midsummers. I know I shouldn’t have run away-”

“It’s fine JJ.” I interrupted him trying to figure out what was really going on.

“No. No it’s not fine Iz. I mean I was a dick and I just didn’t know what to do. I’ve never liked a girl as much as I like you and I just don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” He confessed but I had no idea how to react. This is all that I wanted, he was all I wanted and yet now that he had finally said what I had been waiting for him to say I couldn’t hear it.

“JJ did you spend all your money?” I asked him.

“What? No, not on this dinner.” He answered and I knew he was dancing around the question. “Now will you please just stop worrying and enjoy this meal with me after I told you how I feel about you, Sweetheart.”

At that I decided to stop, to give into his request and push away my worries for an hour. Kie and Pope would be here soon, they would know what to do, how to help.

We had finished eating and JJ had convinced me to dance with him. Which is what we were now doing, dancing slowly to the music that played softly from the radio that JJ had brought out onto the dock.

“Can I kiss you?” JJ asked me suddenly, as I looked into his blue eyes.

I took a moment to consider it before nodding my head. This kiss was different from the last, we both knew it was going to happen and as our lips met it felt like it was meant to happen. All of the questions and worries I had melted away as I deepened the kiss.

But as I pulled away to catch my breath they all came crawling back. The questions of where we stood and what we were burned in the back of my throat, begging to be let out but I swallowed them back down as I looked into JJ’s eyes again and saw the smile playing on his lips.

I smiled back as we continued to dance, hoping to prolong this moment as long as I could before we had to go back to reality.

“Hey, do you have a swim suit on?” He asked as the song playing ended.

“Um no. Not right now.” I answered wondering what else he was planning.

“Well go get one.” JJ instructed as we pulled apart from each other. “I’ll meet you at the Château, okay? I’ve got one more surprise.”

“Yeah, okay.” I replied hesitantly making my way over to my house.

As I walked in Mom and Emmy both turned to look at me from the kitchen.

“Hey Hon what’s going on?” Mom asked.

“Um, not much I think I’m gonna hangout at John B’s for a while more.” I explained as I made my way towards my room.

I closed the door behind me before changing into a bathing suit and then throwing on a pair of shorts as I wasn’t sure where JJ was taking me. I had no idea why I needed a swimsuit but I figured maybe if I listened to JJ it would finally explain what was going on. Before I left my room I turned on my phone. I hadn’t used it in days since I had no way to charge it and I was trying to save the battery for anything important. This constituted being important. I dialed Kie’s number and listened to it ring before finally going to voicemail.

“Hey, where the hell are you guys? I’m with JJ at the Château, something is wrong. I don’t know what to do. Please get here soon.” I talked to her voicemail hoping she would hear it soon.

I tried Pope’s phone but got no response there either. After leaving a similar voicemail I figured I should head back over to where JJ was. I considered for a minute asking my Mom for help but then I thought it best not to. I wasn’t ready to explain everything that had gone down in the past few days and I wasn’t even sure how to.

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I crossed the lawn quickly to find JJ waiting in front of the Château for me. He still wore his dress shirt which I found an odd choice since he had ditched the rest of the suit for a pair of colourful swim trunks. In one hand he held tightly to the bottle of champagne he had opened earlier which was now almost empty.

“Finally.” He said, smiling as I walked over to him. “I wasn’t sure you were coming back.”

“Sorry. I couldn't find a bathing suit.” I lied, not wanting to tell him I had called our friends.

“That’s alright.” He said, his words were slow as he finished the last of the champagne before setting down the bottle. “Okay cover your eyes, I’ve got one more surprise for us.” He instructed before taking my hand.

With my eyes closed I couldn’t tell where we were headed but I knew it wasn’t far as we came to a stop after a short walk.

“Okay keep 'em covered.” JJ spoke hesitantly as he let go of my hand. I could hear the shuffling of fabric then a pause before I heard the sound of splashing water. “Alright you can look.”

As I opened my eyes it took me a moment to readjust to the bright lights that surrounded me. I stood with my mouth open in shock. That’s when my gaze lowered to where JJ sat in a huge hot tub a smile covered his face as if he was proud of all this.

“What the hell?” I muttered, still looking around the yard which was completely different. Had I not been so worried about JJ I could’ve appreciated how beautiful it was.

“I bought a hot tub.” He stated, grabbing a new bottle of champagne, I watched him open it, trying to figure out what to say.

“Yeah.” I muttered agreeing with his comment. “Why?”

“I figured we had earned it. You know the Pogues deserve a little luxury.” He explained. “Now you need to get in here, immediately.”

“Did you spend it all?” I asked, hesitantly moving closer to where the hot tub sat.

“Pretty much all of it, yeah. But, I mean, like, come on, look at this!” He exclaimed, waving his arms around. “Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that's what they told me.”

I wanted to scream at him and ask what the hell was going through his mind but I couldn’t form any response. I stood paralyzed watching him. I could feel tears forming, clouding my vision begging to be let out but I wouldn’t let them, I had cried too much today I didn’t want to again.

“Sweetheart, what?” He asked, noticing that I was barely holding it together. “Can't a man have a little luxury in life?”

“JJ, seriously?” I asked, finally finding my voice. “You could have paid for restitution!��

“Okay, well, you know what? I didn't do that!” He snapped, standing up and pointing a finger at me. As he stood I saw the huge bruises covering his torso. It all made sense and I realized that I shouldn’t have let him walk away. I shouldn’t have let him go home. “I got a hot tub! I got a hot tub for us. For my friends. You know what? No, you know what? Screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family!”

“JJ, what happened?” I asked, the tears finally falling down my cheeks. I didn’t need to ask though, I already knew.

“No, you stop being emotional. It's fine, okay? Sweetheart, I’m fine.” He tried to convince me but his voice cracked with every word he spoke, he started moving closer to where I stood. “Just get in!”

JJ held out his arm for me to take and I did. Kicking off my shoes before I climbed over the side, I stood beside him pulling him into a hug. I held him while I cried, I didn’t know what to say. How to make it better. And as I held him he began to break down as well, sobbing into my shoulder.

“I just couldn't do it.” He started to say between sobs. “I can't take him anymore! I was gonna kill him. I just wanna do the right thing.”

“I know.” I tried to tell him but I couldn’t speak very loudly as I choked on my words. “I know.”

We stood there for what felt like hours, I could hear voices speaking behind us before two people climbed up the steps and joined our hug. I could tell it was Kie and Pope as they muttered to us, trying to sooth JJ as he continued to sob.

After we all finally pulled away, Kie explained that they had arrived slightly after our conversation had begun. They had heard it all, they didn’t need an explanation. The rest of the night we all sat in silence. I never left JJ’s side, I held onto his hand like my life depended on it, as I tried to make sense of it all.

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frustratedpotatowriter · 4 years ago

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Shota Aizawa - Eraser head x Co-teacher reader

Genre: Fluffy. A bit angsty. Fanfic.

Warnings: None(?)

I wrote this Eraserhead fic when I was in a mood for fluffy, cliché stuff, and also a bit of angst..🤣

It's been a while since I posted and this story has been sitting in my drafts for a long time too. Hope you all enjoy it.

P.S. This is a two part story.

P.P.S. Please, stay safe and always wash your hands. Check on your loved ones as well. ❤️

Sorry for all the wrong grammar/misspellings..PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE

I hope y'all enjoy it! Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated.

You just arrived at the faculty of UA high and is already in high spirit. Your head turned to the same direction it always does in the morning.

"I love you, Aizawa!" He did not pay you a glance, and you just shrugged it off.

Sitting down on your desk, midnight approached and handed over some memo.

She leaned over your desk.

"How long have you been doing that?" She asked, very much amused.

"Let's see.. Two years and a few months?"

"Aren't you getting tired? He doesn't even bother looking at you or reciprocating your feelings?" You chuckled, how many people have asked you that already.

"Well, I think, I'm already close to getting him fall for me." You confidently exclaimed, standing up to approach him..

"I got the copy of the memo for you." You smiled sweetly at him, he just nodded and took it from your hand.

"Won't you try and go on a date with me, Aizawa?" You asked him. It's always like this everyday, and he always say no.

"Okay." He stood up from his seat and went outside, since its time for his class.

"I'll try again next time!" You shouted. Everyone was quiet when dawned you.

"H-hey. Did he just?" You looked around, throwing everyone a puzzled look, all of the people in the faculty room are shocked too.

A few more seconds after it sinked in, you jumped and squealed excitedly.

You were so excited that whole day that it's a miracle you got to finish all your classes.

That afternoon, you saw aizawa in the faculty room and bugged him about the date.

He said that it would be better if you decide since he doesn't know that stuff, technically he just said to do what you want but you read between his lines.

The date is this upcoming Sunday, and it excites you that you can barely sleep.

It's just Wednesday and you still have to sleep three more times to get to the date with Aizawa.

Weekend came, so slow. It's just Saturday and tomorrow is the day.

You saw present mic and called out to hi, you asked where Aizawa was. He looked very hesitant to tell you.

"Come on, hisashi! I need to tell him the details for tomorrow!"

"ALRIGHT!" he gave up, he was at the consultation room

You decided to stop by after you finish photocopying the next week's lesson plan.

You were about to head towards where Aizawa is, when you heard a familiar voice from the stairs, you can't be mistaken. It's Aizawa's and a woman?

"How did you get in here?" You heard him speak, obviously irritated.

"Well, you know. That doesn't matter, come on. You have to come with me tomorrow."

"I refuse." You heard footsteps but it halted.

"You've been blowing me off for the past year, Shouta."

"tsk. Fine.”

"Tomorrow, okay? I really do miss you."

You decided to just leave there. He already agreed to have a date with you.

He will not stand you off for another woman, right? You rushed back home, trying to stay positive. He already agreed.

You slapped yourself a bit to wake up and drowned yourself about things you can do tomorrow.

You woke up early to prepare everything. You just finished taking a shower when you received a message from Aizawa.

"Can't go today. Sorry."

All the happiness you felt washed away in an instant. You sat down on your bed and typed a reply.

"Okay. Take care." He did not respond back. You laid back down on your bed, with tears forming in your eyes.

The next day came rather quickly. You woke up, prepared for school, and dressed up nicely.

You arrived at the faculty, you took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Good morning everyone!" You greeted, everyone greeted back, and you walked to desk and sat down.

It seemed awfully quiet when midnight approached you.

"Hey." She placed down two copies of this week's new memo.

"Hey. Good morning." You greeted her. She held your hand tightly and stared at you meaningfully. You smiled back at her.

"I'm fine." You said. You stood up and twirled for her. "Don't you think I look nice?" You asked.

"What? your date got moved?" She asked, nodding in agreement.

"Nope. I'm going for a mixer after all my classes." You whispered in her ear.

"What?!" You placed a finger in your mouth, it's too late already though. Everyone's head was already facing your direction. You gave them a faint smile of embarrassment before grabbing one of the memos and your other stuff to head to class.

You kept yourself busy the entire day to avoid any unnecessary thoughts. After your last class, you went to a restroom to touch up.

"Everything's gonna be fine." You tried to convince yourself. It's about time you try and move on, telling yourself you've given your all.

You went back at the faculty and almost everyone is staring at you when you got back.

"What?" You asked, returning to your desk.

"Hey. Y/n." You looked back to see Aizawa, standing behind you.

"Hey." You answered, continuing to clean up your stuff.

"Y/n, yesterday-" You immediately cut him off, facing him, gripping your bag tightly. You tried your hardest to not meet his eye.

"You don't have to explain or anything. I-I kind of heard you last Saturday so--- it's okay. I'll stop bothering you now so---yeah.” You let out a slight chuckle, because the words felt heavy.

You excused yourself, pushing him aside.

You finally arrived at your car, breathing heavily trying to calm yourself down.

The ring coming from your phone disturbed the silence. You picked it up to answer it.

'Hello? I’m on my way now."

"(That's great. I have a guy here that really likes to meet you!")

Another guy.

"Really? Well. I can't wait to meet him See you."

You hanged up and sighed.

You opened the door of the car when someone from behind slammed it close.

You looked behind to see Aizawa standing behind you.

"What do you want?" You asked, lowering your head down. Aizawa suddenly dragged you by the wrist, after grabbing your keys

"W-wait!" He dragged you towards the passenger seat and made you sit there.

Aizawa on the other hand went back to get behind the wheels. Your eyes are glued towards him..

What is he thinking?

Fifteen minutes later, you both arrived at an apartment complex. Aizawa did not speak for the whole ride, neither did you.

The next thing you know is you're now inside Aizawa's place, his smell is all around. You looked around, it's cleaner than you imagined.

He took off his bands, and settled it down. You stayed at the door.

You can't protest, or run away from him. You can't bring yourself to do it, because at the bottom of your heart you want to know what will happen.

"Y/n" You jolted when he called you out suddenly, you looked at him and he is sitting already, patting the empty seat beside him.

Shaking your head, he stared you down..

"If you wanna tell me something, just do it. I-I still have somewhere to be." His eyes never left you and you lowered your head again.

Footsteps were the next noises you heard, in a fraction of a second, aizawa is already cornering you on the door.

The bag you're holding slipped form your grasp, as your knees began to tremble.

Aizawa's eyes gave you chills, he's staring at you as if he owns every fiber of you, as if he's ready to eat you there.

"What's my name?" He asked, not taking his eyes off you.

"H-huh?' he just repeated the question. Heat is already rising in your body, as you gulped and answered him.

"Aizawa--Shota" biting your lip, he gave you a hum.

"Who do you belong to?" Your eyes met his again, questioning whether to answer or not.

"I, I,--" You were cut of by his lips pressing unto yours, when he pulled away it left you wanting more.

"Now, kitten. Who do you belong to?"

"I think…I-- I'm yours." You answered in daze. He gave you an amused smirk.

“You don't think you're mine..You.are.mine.” You nodded, still lost in his eyes.

"Good. You understand." He held your hand and ushered you to follow him.

You didn't protest, the truth that you are actually inside Aizawa's place and he kissed you just suddenly sank in on your mind, making you halt.

Blushing red, Aizawa found you amusing. He went back to cornering you by the door.

"Listen, y/n..I love you.” Your eyes widen in shock, and your face felt hot.

You hugged him, tears of joy running down from your eyes.

“I love you too. I really, really do."

PART TWO COMING UP 🥰

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nazariolahela · 5 years ago

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Best Beloved: Chapter 3

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a PM AU I’ve been working on. It’s a bit different than my previous fic series and I’m really excited to try something new. I hope y’all enjoy it. This story is told in dual first-person narrative, from Kaia (F!MC) and Damien’s POV. The first half of this story takes place during Kaia’s freshman year and Damien’s senior year of college. The second half is two years after Kaia graduates. There will be sprinklings of canon in this fic, but we’ll try to step out of the box for the most part. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

Catch up here

Series Tags: @burnsoslow @lady-calypso @irishwhiskys-blog

This chapter contains scenes of underage drinking. Please read at your own risk.

Synopsis: What happens when you find yourself crushing on your best friend? For years, Damien and Kaia have been best friends, while secretly harboring feelings for one another. Everything changes one night after a little too much alcohol and years of pent up feelings. Can they control their emotions and salvage their friendship, or will the feelings they hold for one another destroy everything they have?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: The gang attends their first college football game and frat party.

Kaia

I laid back on my bed and threw my arm over my head, my phone pressed to my ear. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to wear to a college football game, Nadia. Can you please come over and help me?”

She laughed. “Just wear something with the school logo on it. You’re telling me you don’t have anything Bobcats in your closet?”

I sighed. “No, I forgot to run over to the bookstore and pick up a shirt. Do you think they’re still open?”

“You can grab one at the team store on the way to the game. They’re always open before kickoff. Just throw a cute tank top on and slip the shirt over it. Or change in the bathroom.”

I huffed and shoved a Twizzler in my mouth. “Fine. I gotta let you go so I can jump in the shower. Text me when you’re on your way.”

“Will do,” she singsonged and hung up the phone. I dropped mine on the mattress next to me and tried to work up the courage to get up. The mattress wasn’t the most comfortable, but after the crazy first week of classes I had, it was more tempting than getting up to go to a football game. Or a frat party. My roommate Victoria marched in, holding a bag under her arm.

“Just call me your fairy godmother,” she said, tossing the bag on my bed. I sat up and looked inside, seeing a Hartfeld Bobcats t-shirt inside.

“Where did you get this?” I asked.

“Bought one last weekend, but it was the wrong size. I’ve been meaning to take it back, but I never got around to it. Try it on. If it fits, you can have it.”

I jumped off the bed and pulled the shirt from the bag, slipping it on over my black cami. I gasped when it fit like a glove. I stood in front of the floor-length mirror in our dorm room, checking myself out. Daaaamn, I looked fine! I engulfed her in a hug. “You’re the best!”

“It was nothing really. Go have a great time at the game. And tell me all about it tomorrow.”

“You’re not going?” I asked.

“Nah. I met this guy the other night and we have our first date tonight. He’s taking me to this Italian restaurant the next town over. Apparently, the plates are bigger than your head.”

“Ooh! New guy? Dish,” I probed. I didn’t know much about my roommate’s love life. Mainly because she kept things like that to herself. Although, I did find out that first night we hung out that she lost her virginity to some guy named Spike. She told me he roared like a motorcycle when he came. We laughed about it for a good twenty minutes.

She turned crimson, hiding her face behind her long black locks. “Well...his name is Drake. He moved here for school from some foreign country named Cordonia, but he doesn’t have an accent. I think he said his family is from Texas, but he grew up overseas. He’s kind of brooding. Wears a lot of denim. I really like him.”

I squealed and pinched her cheeks. “Well, good luck. And if you bring him back to the dorm, put a sock over the doorknob so I know not to interrupt anything.” She blushed and I winked at her. “Okay, I gotta hit the shower. My cousin will be here shortly.” I grabbed my clothes, a towel, and my shower caddy and made my way down the hall to the shared bathroom in our dorm. Thankfully there wasn’t a line, so I took the first open stall.

After my shower, I slipped on my favorite pair of Levi’s jeans and the Bobcats shirt Victoria gave me. I applied neutral eyeshadow, false lashes, a light sweep of blush, and a swipe of nude lipstick on my lips, checked my reflection one last time, and headed back to my dorm. My phone chimed with a text from Nadia announcing that she was on her way, so I grabbed my crossbody and a hoodie in case it got chilly and headed downstairs. I saw Nadia and Sloane sitting in the cab of a royal blue 1990s Chevy Silverado pickup.

“What is this?” I asked, holding my hands out.

Nadia jumped out of the driver’s seat and rounded the vehicle, swinging her arms out like she was Vanna effing White and this truck was the grand prize. “You like? It’s Steve’s. He’s letting us borrow it to go to the game.”

I scrunched up my nose, examining the beat-up body of the pickup. Is...is that a racing stripe?

Sloane remained in the truck, fiddling with the dials on the in-dash radio. “Come on, you two! We’re going to be late,” she shouted from the front seat. My eyes darted to Nadia, then back to Sloane. I sighed and moved over to the passenger’s side, crawling up onto the bench seat next to Sloane.

We drove the five minutes it took to get from the dorms to the Robert Q. Harris Memorial Stadium, going over our game plan for the night. As we pulled up in the parking lot, we noticed a tailgate in progress.

“Ooh! This is going to be exciting! Your first tailgate, Sloane!” Nadia squealed. She pulled into a spot and put the truck in park. “Okay, girls. Here are your pom-poms,” she said, handing Sloane and I each a pom wand. We exited the truck and walked over to where some other students were playing beer pong.

“Oh, my gods! I’ve heard of this game, but I’ve never seen it played up-close,” Sloane said, clutching her hands to her chest. She moved toward the table and watched the two guys in Bobcats jerseys line up their shots. The first guy’s ball bounced off the rim of the red Solo cup, and his companions all groaned in frustration.

“I’m usually way better than this,” the guy protested as his friends laughed at him. We watched a few more rounds of the game before moving on to another group. Three girls in cut-off Bobcats t-shirts were holding a funnel and a tube above another girl’s head and pouring beer into the funnel.

“Why are those girls drinking beer out of a funnel?” Sloane asked.

“That’s a beer bong. They do this so they can get drunk faster,” I explained to her. She nodded her head, watching the girls in concentration as they assisted their friend in “funneling” her beer, then cheering when she finished it.

“Fascinating,” Sloane said, observing the girls as they lined up for another hit. We made our way through the parking lot, stopping occasionally at different groups to check out their tailgating activities. After several minutes, we made it to the stadium gates. Nadia fished our tickets out of her purse and handed them to the attendant. He scanned our tickets and let us through. We walked through the concourse, checking out the different food and drinks offered at the concession stands. We found our gate and made our way to our seats.

We took our seats and settled in, squeezing into the front row of the bleachers, right behind the home bench. A guy in a BU Wolves jersey sitting at the end of our row slid across the bench and wrapped his arm around Sloane’s shoulder.

“Hey, cutie! You here to check out a little sports ball? Greg here will tell you all you need to know. So, the guys in burgundy are the home team. They’re who you need to root for. That weird spherical object in the middle of the field is called a football. That’s the name of the sport.”

Nadia leaned over and gave the guy a death glare. “Excuse me! Are you actually trying to mansplain football to my friend?”

He raised his hands in defense. “Calm down, babe. I’m just trying to help her out. She doesn’t look like she’s ever watched a game in her life.”

“Who are you to assume she’s never watched football because of how she looks? Get lost, creep,” I spat out.

Sloane cleared her throat. “I’ve got this, girls.” She straightened her glasses and turned to the guy. “For your information, I’ve watched plenty of organized sports. Did you know that the main physical actions of American football, such as blocking, running, and tackling illustrate several fundamental concepts in physics, biomechanics, and math? It’s quite interesting to calculate how many pounds of water a player loses on the field or how much energy it takes to stop a running back in a full-on sprint.” She crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at the guy. He hung his head sheepishly and got up from his seat, scurrying away embarrassed. Nadia and I sat there in awe, then dogpiled her in a group hug.

“Have I told you you’re my hero?” I asked her.

“I’m dating the first-string wide receiver and I didn’t even know that,” Nadia chimed. Sloane laughed and returned our hug before turning her attention back to the field. Both teams were announced and we leaped from our seats and cheered as Steve jogged past us to the bench. He spotted us in the crowd and shot Nadia a wink.

The game kicked off and the Bobcats received the ball first. The quarterback threw a 20-yard pass to Steve on the first play, and he took it to the house an additional 60-yards to put the first points on board. I thought Nadia was going to pass out with how hard she was screaming and jumping up and down.

The opposing team got the ball next and their running back broke through the line on the first snap for a 45-yard play before he was tackled by the Bobcats defense. They drove down the field on the next play and tied it up. Both teams went score for score throughout the game, and it came down to a tied score of 35-35 during the final two minutes of the fourth quarter.

The Bobcats had the ball at their own 45-yard line. It was 3rd and 2. The running back lined up in the backfield while Steve lined up off the line of scrimmage to block and wait for the center to snap the ball. The QB called an audible at the line and when the ball was snapped, he slung it to a wide-open Steve, who danced down the sideline 50-yards as time expired to give the Bobcats a 42-35 win. Nadia tossed her popcorn and her pom in the air as the stadium erupted in cheers. Steve’s teammates engulfed him as they celebrated on the field.

We filed out of the stadium and waited by the team entrance for Steve to arrive. When he emerged a few minutes later, Nadia took off in a dead sprint and leaped into his arms, nearly tackling him to the ground.

“YOU DID IT, BABY! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU,” she shouted as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, peppering his face with kisses. Sloane and I watched in amusement as Nadia and Steve mauled each other in the parking lot.

“Okay, lovebirds. Let’s save some of this for the afterparty,” I said, rolling my eyes. Steve set Nadia down and we made our way to where his truck was parked. We climbed in and set off for the Delta Mu Kappa house.

When we pulled up to the curb, the party was spilling out onto the front lawn of the frat house. We exited the pickup and weaved through the throngs of partygoers to enter the house. The bass thumped through the room and dancers moved erratically to the beat on the makeshift dance floor.

Steve held Nadia’s hand and guided us through the living room to the keg set up in the kitchen. The guy operating the tap extended his hand to Steve for a high-five, which he returned, then poured beer in cups for him and Nadia. He then offered Sloane and I a drink. I declined, but Sloane accepted. The guy poured her a beer and she took a sip, a dollop of foam coating the tip of her nose. Her face turned up in disgust.

“This tastes awful,” she said, wiping the foam off her nose and upper lip and handing the cup back to him.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Steve laughed, taking a sip of his own. Nadia pulled on Steve’s arm, urging him to the dance floor. He nodded at Sloane and I, then followed her to the living room. Keg Guy pointed to a red cooler and offered us a couple of Smirnoff Ice Wild Grapes. Sloane and I took the drinks, clinking the bottles together in cheers, then each took a swig.

“Oh my gods, this is delicious,” she shouted over the loud music. We leaned against the kitchen counter, scanning the crowd. After a few minutes, she noticed someone from her Spanish Comp class and excused herself to say hi. I continued to crowd watch, sipping on my Smirnoff, when I noticed Damien striding toward the keg. His eyes met mine and a grin spread across his face.

“This doesn’t look like your scene,” I said to him.

“Yours either,” he retorted.

I laughed. “Touché. Nadia’s boyfriend invited us. At least the refreshments are top-notch.” I tipped my drink up to him. He chuckled and moved over to the keg, grabbing a fresh beer from Keg Guy. He nodded thanks and walked back over to where I was standing.

“Nadia’s here? I’m going to have to say hi to her sometime tonight.”

“Yeah, she and Steve are out dry-humping on the dance floor.”

He threw back his head in laughter. Gods, I missed that laugh. “So, what do you think of your first college party so far?”

“Who said this was my first college party?”

“Just a guess. If it was, I’m sure we would have run into each other by now,” he said, taking a drink. “Nice shirt by the way. It looks good on you. Did you go to the game?”

I looked down at my shirt, noticing the way it hugged my curves. My cheeks flushed as I avoided his gaze. “Yeah, Nadia’s boyfriend is the star wide receiver so we went to watch him,” I said, brushing a piece of lint from my shirt.

“Mhmm, Tennyson. Yeah, he had a hell of a game. That 50-yard TD at the end was nuts. No one could cover him. The kid’s a machine.”

What a weird thing to say. I took another sip of my Smirnoff and scanned the crowd. “So, where’s your girlfriend tonight?”

He sputtered and started choking on his beer. I leaned over and slapped his back a few times until he regained his composure. He wiped the beads of beer dribbling down his chin with the back of his hand. “She’s around here somewhere. What about you?”

“My girlfriend is at home waiting for me. Parties aren’t really her thing.”

His eyes widened, which caused me to burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, I don't have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend for that matter. I’m just here with my friends. Who have all conveniently disappeared. But that means I can scout the local talent for my next boo.”

He cleared his throat and hid a smile with his cup. “Well, good luck with that. You have your pick of the litter with this new crop of freshmen. What about him over there?” He pointed his cup to the dance floor.

I squinted, trying to follow his line of sight, but with it being so dimly lit, I was having trouble making out most of the faces in the crowd. “Who?”

He leaned in to guide me to where he was looking and I got a whiff of his scent. Masculine. Earthy with hints of leather and sandalwood. I closed my eyes and inhaled, trying not to make it obvious. The smell caused the butterflies in my stomach to flutter wildly. Memories of our last night together flooded my mind and I took a step back and chugged the rest of my drink, trying to tamp down my urges. I spotted the guy he was pointing at — a shorter guy with curly brown hair and glasses — nursing his beer as he made eyes with different girls on the dance floor. “Wait...I-is that Brad?”

He burst out laughing and I leaned over to slap his arm. My palm touched his bicep and the firmness of his muscles against my hand caused my breath to catch. I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head. “Not funny, dude.”

“It was worth a shot. Hey, I’ll be right back. I gotta hit the head,” he set his empty cup on the counter behind me and winked as he moved through the crowd toward the bathrooms. I watched him until he disappeared from sight and clutched the empty bottle in my hand, willing my nerves to calm. You can do this, Kaia. It’s just Damien.

But could I?

***

Damien

I made my way through the packed fraternity house, trying not to bump into anyone as I headed for the bathroom. When I reached my destination, the door was shut and only one person was waiting. I leaned against the wall and tapped my fingers against my thigh. The door swung open and a drunk guy stumbled out, allowing the girl in front of me to enter.

I looked back toward the kitchen and could still see Kaia leaning against the kitchen counter. The strobe lights danced off her features as she was leaning over talking to the kid manning the keg. Whatever he said made her throw her head back in laughter. A tinge of jealousy coursed through me. Why was I jealous? She wasn’t mine. And besides, I had a girlfriend. Somewhere in this house. Speaking of. I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent her a text, asking her where she was.

The girl in the bathroom came out, and I entered. I shut the door and leaned forward, resting my hands on the sink. Staring at my reflection, I sucked in a deep breath and tried to get my emotions in check. Having Kaia back in my life after four years was fucking with my head. When she laughed, I wanted to do everything possible to keep hearing that sound. When I leaned in to point Brad out to her on the dance floor, her hair brushed against my nose and I inhaled the scent of her shampoo. It smelled like lavender and rosemary. When she smacked my bicep, I wanted to grab her wrist and pull her to me, to feel her body pressed against mine.

My phone chimed with a text from Alana, breaking me from my Kaia spell. She said she was in the backyard and asked where I was. I gave her my location, then set my phone back down on the sink and turned on the cold water faucet. I cupped my hands and splashed water on my face. A few moments later, someone knocked and I heard Alana’s voice on the other side. I swung the door open and she strutted inside, closing the door behind her and leaning back against it.

“Well, looks like we’re all alone in here, huh?” she said, sashaying across the bathroom to where I was standing. “Why don’t we pick up where we left off since we were so rudely interrupted the other day?” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

“Alana, baby. We can’t. Not in here.”

“Why not? We’ve never done it in the bathroom of a frat house before. It could be fun.” She said, pulling the shell of my ear between her teeth.

“What if someone comes in?”

She backed away from me and locked the door, never breaking eye contact. “Better?” she said, arching her eyebrow. I sighed and moved in, kissing and sucking the curve of her neck. She brought her hands up to my hair, raking her fingers through the thick strands. “See, this isn’t so bad, is it?”

I growled into her neck and dragged my hands down her hips, catching the hem of her shirt and pulling it up. When my fingers skimmed the strip of skin, she inhaled sharply. Our lips crashed together and she scraped her nails across my scalp. My fingers trailed lightly up her ribcage and brushed against the lace trim of her bra, causing her grip on my hair to tighten. A loud pounding on the other side of the door startled us.

“Yo, you about done in there, bro? Some of us gotta take a piss,” A guy’s voice called out.

Alana growled, “Motherfucker!” She huffed and pushed herself off of me. Fuming, she straightened her clothes, checked herself in the mirror and yanked the bathroom door open. The drunk frat bro on the other side jumped when she appeared.

“Whoa! I didn’t know it was this kind of party! Hey, baby! If you’re done with this dude, I believe it’s my turn,” he said, reaching out to stroke her arm.

She rolled her eyes and brought her knee to the frat bro’s groin, dropping him like a hot potato. The people in line behind him all groaned as Alana stomped away. I leaned down and rested my hand on the drunk guy’s shoulder. “You should probably learn how to talk to girls, bro,” I said, patting him a few times before walking off. I scanned the party for Alana, but when I couldn’t find her, I pulled out my phone and texted her to ask her where she went. Several minutes passed with no response, so I made my way back to the kitchen. I saw Kaia still standing in the same spot, talking to a girl with curly brown hair and glasses.

“Took you long enough. Did you fall in?” she said, raking her eyes up and down my body.

“Long line. It happens.” I turned to her friend, “Hi! I’m Damien. And who might you be?”

The girl extended her hand. “Sloane. Sloane Washington. So, you’re Kaia’s mysterious hot older friend. Wow, I can see why she’s so enamored by you,” she said, winking. My eyes darted to Kaia and her cheeks instantly turned pink.

“Sloane! What the hells?”

“Oh, whoops! Was I not supposed to say that out loud?” she giggled, slapping her hand over her mouth. “I probably should stop drinking these.”

I chuckled and turned back to Kaia. “Hot older friend, huh?”

Kaia looked down at the floor, her silky strands falling in her face. I resisted the urge to reach out and brush them away. “Don’t let it go to your head, Dames. You know how good you look.”

I cocked an eyebrow and Sloane giggled. “Well, thank you. I’m glad that my looks haven’t gone to shit yet. I figure I’ve got about five more years before Father Time superkicks me in the face.” My comment drew laughs from both of them.

“So, how do you two know each other?” Sloane asked.

“We grew up together,” Kaia answered quickly before taking a long pull of her drink.

“What she means is that she lived next door to me and always hung out at my house because all the kids her age were losers, so she wanted a ‘cool friend.’”

Kaia rolled her eyes, trying to hide a smile. I turned back to Sloane. “How was your first week of classes?”

She pushed her glasses up her nose. “Pretty good, but my Calc class is going to be tough. The professor is a nightmare.”

“Dr. Carson? Yeah, he’s a real ball-bust...err...I mean, he’s strict. When I had him freshman year, he made a girl cry the first week of class. He also grades on a curve.”

Sloane’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me that! I have to take Calc II with him next semester too.”

I laughed and turned to Kaia. “What about you? Any classes or professors you want to run screaming from yet?”

She shook her head. “Thankfully, no. Although there’s this super creepy guy in my Interpersonal Comm class that keeps hitting on me, even after I’ve rejected his advances.”

I hummed. “You should probably punch the guy. I’ve heard that gets your point across pretty effectively.”

She laughed and I felt my chest tighten. Gods, I loved that sound. I asked the girls if they both wanted another drink, and they nodded yes, so I made my way over to the cooler and retrieved three Smirnoff Ices. I handed them to the girls, and when Kaia took hers, our fingers brushed. Her breath hitched and a smile tugged at my lips. She twisted the bottle cap off, not meeting my eyes. I popped the top of mine and took a long swig, my face turning up in disgust. Holy shit, this stuff is awful. How do chicks drink this garbage? I looked over at Kaia and saw her watching me. She noticed my facial expression and burst out laughing.

“You gonna finish that?”

“Fuck, no. This is all you,” I replied, handing her the bottle. I moved over to the kid manning the keg and asked him if they had any rum.

“I think there’s some in the liquor cabinet, bro. Right over there,” he replied, pointing to a China Hutch on the other side of the fridge. I walked over and opened the cabinet, examining the contents inside. A few bottles remained. A thin layer of dust coated the shelves where liquor bottles once sat. I spotted the bottle of spiced rum toward the back. Thanking the liquor gods, I grabbed it and dusted it off. I grabbed a red Solo cup off the counter and poured two fingers of the golden liquid into the glass, taking a sip. Damn, this shit is smooth. I made my way back over to where Kaia and Sloane were still talking and held the bottle up to them.

“You girls wanna play a drinking game?”

Sloane shook her head. “I’ll pass. But thanks for offering. I’m going to go use the bathroom.”

My eyes darted to Kaia. She shrugged. “Sure. Why not? Let’s do this.”

I smirked and moved over to Keg Guy, asking if he had a deck of cards. He pointed me to a drawer next to the sink. I opened it and found a deck of adult-themed novelty playing cards. The box had pictures of women in various states of undress. I rolled my eyes. Classy. Kaia and I moved over to the kitchen table and I poured more rum into my glass. “Okay, so this game is called the Nazario Chug…”

“Wait...you have a card game named after yourself?” Kaia asked suspiciously.

I chuckled and began shuffling the cards. “Long story. We came up with it my freshman year. So here are the rules. You take the top card. Black card means dare, red means truth. If you fail or want to dodge your task, you drink according to the number on your card.”

“Ooh, a new twist on truth or dare. This should be interesting,” she said, taking a sip of one of the bottles of Smirnoff.

I smiled and cut the deck then placed it between us on the table. “Hey, save your drinks for the game. Okay, since this is your first time playing, you go first.”

She leaned over and grabbed the first card and flipped it towards me. “Five of diamonds. So, red.”

I nodded. “Truth. So, what do you think about Hartfeld so far?”

She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Softball questions right off the bat? I thought this game would be more of a challenge.”

I laughed. “I don’t want to be too hard on you your first time. Answer the question or drink.”

She pressed her lips together and hummed. “It’s okay.”

“Just okay? Come on. You can do better than that.”

“Well, the classes are good. The professors seem cool. And I’ve already made a few friends.”

“But…” I probed.

“I don’t know. It’s only been a week. I feel like I can’t give a more detailed answer just yet.”

I nodded. “Fair enough.” I reached over and pulled the next card from the deck. Three of Clubs and black. I shook my head and Kaia’s eyes lit up when I turned the card to face her. She laughed maniacally and rubbed her hands together. “You’re going to make me embarrass myself in front of the whole party, aren’t you?” I groaned.

She tapped her finger against her bottom lip, the motion drawing my eyes to her mouth. Her lips were so plump, I wanted to lean in and taste them. She caught me staring and snapped her fingers in my face. “Hey, space case. Pay attention. Here’s your dare. See that blonde doing a keg stand over there?” she pointed to the keg where a freshman girl — being held up by two frat bros — sucked the beer from the lever while a small crowd cheered her on. After several moments, she gagged and beer shot from her nostrils, causing her to start coughing.

“You want me to do that?” I asked. She giggled and nodded. I shook my head and moved over to the keg. One of the frat bros noticed me.

“Hey, man. You wanna get in on this?”

I sighed. “Yeah, let’s get this over with.” I braced my hands on either side of the keg’s rim and lifted my body weight. The two frat bros grabbed each of my legs and held me up as I grabbed the tap and opened the lever, allowing the foamy liquid to pour in my mouth. I chugged the beer as Kaia and the crowd around us started chanting, “Chug, chug, chug.” Thirty seconds in, the beer must have gone down the wrong tube, because I started choking and spat up beer. The crowd moaned and the two frat bros helped me down. I moved back over to the table, where Kaia was crouched over laughing, holding her stomach.

“Holy shit. That was awesome!”

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, freshman. Draw your damn card.”

She wiped the tears from her eyes and retrieved the next card. A frown formed on her face and she turned the card to face me. The King of Clubs, black.

“Payback,” I smirked. She groaned and threw her head back. My eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone to recruit for Kaia’s dare. I spotted a kid with frosted tips and a denim jacket that screamed late ‘90s, leaning against the wall. He looked completely out of his element. Bingo. I pointed to him. “See that guy over there? I dare you to go over to him and pretend you’re his biggest fan.”

“Wh-what?”

“Then, you have to get a selfie with him.”

She gnawed on her bottom lip for a few beats, then nodded and took a deep breath. My eyes stayed glued to her as she rose from her seat and straightened her clothing. “I’ve got this,” she said with a cocky tone. She smirked and marched over to where the guy was standing. I watched in amusement as she gripped his arm with both of her hands and shouted, “Oh wow! Are...are you Niall Horan?” The guy gave her a confused expression as several people turned around to look at them.

She released his arm and pretended to fumble with her phone. She then tapped the screen and handed it to a random girl standing nearby. Jealousy coursed through my veins again as the guy snaked his arm around Kaia’s waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek. The girl held the phone up to snap the photos and I watched them, trying to tamp down the feelings. I pushed back from the table and started walking toward them when a pair of arms caught me from behind.

“There you are! I’m ready to go when you are,” Alana slurred, clutching my midsection as she swayed on her feet.

I watched Kaia as she chatted with the guy. A smile spread wide across her face as he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. As much as I wanted to go over there and claim her, I knew I couldn’t. I sighed and turned around, wrapping an arm around my intoxicated girlfriend’s shoulder. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

She slipped her hand in my back pocket and guided me through the crowd toward the door. I looked back and caught Kaia’s eye as we retreated from the kitchen. She stared at me, her face void of emotion. I gave her a weak smile and led Alana out of the house to our car.

#best beloved #pm au #college au #friends to lovers #perfect match #choices fanfic #damien nazario #kaia park #damien x mc #nazariolahela fanfic

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Mary Linton.

At least, you guessed that’s who he was so upset about.

Arthur had been gone for hours chasing that woman who held his heart all these years later. He continued to bang around a bit longer, then finally went to sleep and left the camp quiet.

The next morning you and Mary-Beth ate breakfast together by the campfire. “YN...what do you think of that O’Driscoll fella we picked up in Colter?”

Her eyes drifted over to the poor man tied up to the bare tree stump. While he seemed a bit unimpressive to you, Mary-Beth had been making not so secret eyes and sneaking him food all week. Part of you disagreed but it did make him whine less, so it seemed beneficial to all in the end.

Sean was currently standing in front of Kieran taunting him about something or other. They were a contrasting pair to observe. Kieran dark and angular while Sean was light and rounded. A small half smile found its way to Mary-Beth’s face.

“You sweet on him?” She blushed and looked back to you. “You don’t really think he’s with them, do you?”

“No, Mary-Beth I sure hope not. Once Dutch lets him off that tree I’m sure he’ll be fine, wish they wouldn’t torment him so. Needs to give them information or something. Earn his keep. I think Sean approves of him!” Hosea walked by and smacked Sean on the back of the head lightly for being a pest, and he dramatically fell over and rolled away.

“Mornin, ladies!” Sean’s accent was pleasant if very different from everyone around you.

“Sean, what do you think of that Kieran?” You asked on Mary-Beth’s behalf.

He contemplated for only a moment before answering. “Seems a decent fella. Could maybe use a bath but all around not a bad one. Hopefully he cracks soon ol’ Dutch don’t like to be proved wrong for long. Should I tell him to come calling, YN? Fancy a ride with the new stallion is it?”

“No! Jesus, Sean, please no,” Sean had started imitating riding a horse as a play on his words and fake galloped away. Mary-Beth couldn’t stop laughing, and the two of you enjoyed your morning and the ends of your meal together.

Later in the morning you were helping Grimshaw bring in the laundry from the line. The eternal blue sky had given way to dark storm clouds heavy with rain so you hurriedly pulled the drying pieces down. Abigail stood next to you and the two of you chatted about the past few days, catching up in what felt like the first time in ages.

“I have heard all kinds of crazy lately. You huntin’ with Charles, damn Mary’s in Valentine calling on Arthur, poor Lenny was nearly lynched some days ago. Makes you miss the old days of just wonderin’ who was shooting behind you.”

You lifted a particularly heavy blanket up off the line, and Abigail watched you.

“You know how to read, YN?”

“Sure. Love reading, not very good at writing though. Words don’t come to me the same way when they’re my own. I feel the same way about music. ”

Abigail sighed and looked a bit downtrodden. “I...I never learned. I kinda hoped, well it’s selfish. But that I wasn’t alone.”

You watched her drop the last few pieces into her basket while a particularly loud clap of thunder hit. Both of you jumped and she grabbed her basket to leave. “Abigail, I may not be a good teacher but I’d love to have you learn! We can form a little book club.” She nodded and smiled, but the storm must have frightened her as she took off quickly.

“So! YN, you’re still with us then. Little bird tells me you’re fittin’ right in.”

Ugh. Michah. He continued to talk and moved closer. “Shooting, and hunting,” suddenly he was right up against you, “and riding long, hard days. Is that right?”

You shoved a blue shirt into his chest and pushed him off, moving to the next piece and wishing he would leave. “At least pretend to help.”

“Why won’t you let me show you the best this gang has to offer?” Michah posed with one foot up on a tree stump, seeming to believe this would work on you.

“Mr. Bell, I haven’t given you permission to call me that so from now on I will be Miss Moore to you. As far as the best this camp has to offer? I seen better prospects looking at the pigs in Valentine. Leave me the hell alone.”

Rage colored his face as his hands shot out to your neck. Instantly you dropped the clothing you were holding and clawed at him to release you. He was not impressed with your spirit, and leaned in closer.

“You better watch that mouth of yours, girly, if you know what’s good for you. Think you’ll turn me down?” He spit on the ground to the side of you. “You’ll never see freedom again.”

Michah let go of your neck and walked back towards his tent, yelling so everyone could hear, “I don’t intend to lose to these idiots.

Over the next week, camp was a bustling scene. John’s livestock con became a full blown plan to rob a farmer of his sheep, and the possibility of passing them off as his own to sell grew with each addition Dutch and Hosea suggested. Some train robbery was being planned too and it seemed Dutch was stretched rather thin. The camp desperately needed money and Herr Strauss had lent more than he should have. You agreed to go along with whatever you could help with in order to stay in their good graces.

That O’Driscoll boy Kieran had a plan of his own, too. From his days running with them he knew of a place not far from Horseshoe Overlook called Six Points Cabin. Colm O’Driscoll himself was said to be hiding out there as a safehouse with some of his gang. Arthur, John, Bill, and Kieran were set up to ride when you begged Dutch to let you go with them. It seemed an easy enough plan. Head in, see if the boss was there or not, then take his plans and go. He agreed, and gave you a few more guns to bring along with you. You loaded up the shotgun and rifle, adding them to your pistol hiding on your horses saddlebags.

Some of the group was weary of you going. Truthfully you didn’t have much practice with a gun, and even less shooting at real people. Sure, Lenny had helped work on your aim but you were nowhere near perfect.

Kieran seemed genuine enough but you hadn’t had the chance to talk with him much. Riding Eclipse, he commented that she was a beauty. He was stuck on the back of John’s horse and it was clear he envied those riding solo. He surprised you with easy conversation until the turning point for Six Point Cabin.

“Swing a left! Up here now. And everyone off your horses, the sound will echo for miles around,” he warned. You grabbed your shotgun and crouched down to mask your footprints. The other men continued to give Kieran a hard time about being an O'Driscoll, but as the only other outsider on this mission you didn't say a word. Truly you understood how hard it could be to fit in. Only rolled your eyes and smiled when he needed support. Damn bastards. Kept joking about gelding him, and you pitied when he winced away in fear.

Three O’Driscoll guards snuck up on you. One started taking a piss and you blanched at the disgustingness of it. John grabbed Kieran to make sure he didn’t squeel but he was as silent as could be. Arthur decided to deal with that man alone, choking him out silently from behind. After the man was set down on the ground silently Arthur motioned for the rest to join him, with John and Bill threw knives taking out the two remaining guards.

“Miss Moore, you’re in charge of keeping young Kieran here out of trouble. Stay back on the hill until we clear the camp out below.” Arthur didn’t look at you while he barked orders but moved on quickly so you didn’t have time to protest. Kieran gave you a sympathetic glance once they had left.

“Oh, shut up. I’ll stay behind but it’s not ‘cause I want to.” You didn’t have a choice and both of you knew it. But you huffed anyways.

Bill stepped on a branch, causing the men from below to look up and notice they were about to be taken over. “Men in the camp! We got men in the camp!” There was nothing you could do but twiddle your thumbs with Kieran while you watched the boys take out the remaining gang members. After the gunfire cleared, the pair of you moved down the hill to help the others loot the bodies. A few pocket watches and some wedding rings that had seen better days were tucked away in your satchel while Kieran started towards Arthur.

“See there! I ain’t lying. Like I said, he’s worse than Dutch so please, let me stay with y'all I’m a dead man otherw -”

Kieran was cut off by the front door of the cabin bursting open and man with a shotgun running straight towards Arthur. Your heart jumped out of your chest and you tried to yell but Kieran shot the man first.

“You alright?”

“Sure, thank you.”

You watched as Kieran extended Arthur a hand up; such an overly bland exchange for folks who had just saved the others lives.

“Men…” you shook your head and walked off, not believing that these fools were the ones you depended on at this moment.

Colm ended up not being at the camp, but it was a good blow to his gang. Arthur was mad as he rode off ahead of your group but you had a good amount of wares taken from the cabin and weren’t about to complain. Kieran even showed you how Colm liked to hide a stash of money in chimneys which was a huge win.

Dutch was more aligned with Arthur however when you got back to camp.

“So...Colm was not there.” He rubbed his beard and debated with Bill and Hosea what to do about Kieran. You decided to speak up.

“Dutch, he was telling the truth. Colm was there, just not when we arrived. I...think Kieran should get a second chance.”

Dutch stared back at you incredulously. You had never spoken your mind so freely like this, and never in front of other members of the gang as a crowd.

“Really. The campfire singer thinks we should keep an enemy within our walls. Is there no end to this madness?”

You flushed so hard you felt your ears turn red. How dare he reduce you to nothing more than an entertainer for the gang? Like some common whore. Instant regret flashed across his face and he moved to put his hand on your shoulder and apologize, but an old memory in your gut screamed you should move and you flinched hard as his hand neared you. He froze and drew it back slowly.

“If that’s my role, then say it. I’ve been out hunting and fighting the past few weeks with no complaints from you. Kieran had good information, but we kept him tied up so long he didn’t know anything had changed,” you spat at the older man.

“It’s true, Dutch. I could have asked him sooner,” now Arthur was involved and you couldn’t bear to stay. You grabbed a cup of water for Kieran and stalked off, steam rolling down your shoulders from how Dutch treated you.

He was going to hit you, you knew it. Your heart was pounding so hard you hands were shaking with every beat. Even the view of the valley didn’t calm your nerves, so you went to brush down Eclipse and steady yourself. It had been nearly three months now since you felt that familiar fear. One you had hoped stayed behind in Blackwater.

“YN, you hiding over here?” Arthur called out as he neared the horse station.

Rubbing tears from your eyes, you called back, “And what do you want?”

“Dutch is real sorry. He didn’t mean to sound like that.” Making you the fool in front of everyone? Of course he sent Arthur to make amends on his behalf. His son. Errand boy.

“It’s fine. Don’t matter anyways, I know what I am. Just rattled from all of it,” Your hands were shaking so hard you dropped the brush, and Arthur bent to pick it up. “He would never hit you, you know,” he offered quietly, the brush loose in his hand.

“Part of me knows that. Michah was...but that was earlier and Dutch...well, look at me now,” and you held out your own hand to show the reaction. He grabbed it and held tight, looking you dead in the eye.

“Whatever happened in your past is gone. Ain’t no one going to hurt you here, that I can promise.”

Slowly as he rubbed circles into the back of your hand, you calmed down. Thinking a bit more rationally you understood Dutch had not been moving to hit you. Instinct had taken over, and you took a deep breath and decided to change the subject.

“So. Is Kieran staying?” Arthur nodded. “Long as he behaves himself, yes.” You sighed and leaned back against Eclipse for support. “Good. He’s a good kid. Mary-Beth keeps asking me my opinion on him, and she ain’t subtle.”

Arthur laughed softly and dropped your hand. “Look...YN I’m sorry the past while has been a rough go of it. Not usually like this, and Dutch says he has a plan...must be hard for a high society woman to be livin’ like this.”

“Society woman? Arthur, you know I was raised in Blackwater. Ain’t no more than a Valentine with a few paved roads. Stop treating my like I’m breakable and just treat me like a person.” He nodded, and stood with you silently.

“Speaking of society women...how did things go with Mary? I heard you come back late last night.” Your curiosity had gotten the better of you and it was a topic with no attention on yourself.

He looked startled but answered anyways. “She, uh, her brother...needed help. I rode out and found him with some weird folks. Brought him back into town. Wasn’t anything special.” While his speech was completely relaxed, his whole body had tensed up. He rubbed the back of his neck again, a nervous habit you noticed he did frequently.

“That’s sweet of you. She seems…interesting?” The lack of effort you put into finding a better description was obvious but you couldn’t care less. She was of no importance to you.

That got a full laugh from him. “Interesting. One way of putting it, that’s for sure. Glad you’re okay, but if you’ll excuse me, YN, I need to head into town and steal an oil wagon of all things.”

“By all means, Mr. Morgan. Don’t let me stand in your way.” He grumbled something about ‘Mr. Morgan’ and ‘every time’ but you didn’t quite catch it. He galloped away on his bay horse, leaving you with your thoughts and Eclipse, bothering you for a treat.

The train robbery was a success. Sean, Arthur, John, and Charles stopped the train on its tracks to grab valuables from passengers heading to Saint Dennis on their way to some cruise. It was quick and easy with a big win for the gang. No one hurt, and no one recognized.

Dutch was elated. “One more big score, boys, and we will be on our way! Just think about that fat paycheck taking us home to a new land! To freedom!”

John was not happy that Sean somehow wiggled his way into his plan and tried to avoid him when he talked to Arthur about the next idea. He had heard wind of a herd of sheep being moved into Valentine from Emerald Ranch in two days time and thought it could be a big score.

“Abigail, just listen - ”

“No, John! This has to stop. Why can’t you ever listen to me and do what’s best for the boy? Why ain’t you happy?” Abigail cried at John. The two had been fighting nonstop since he returned from the train job and he was beginning to really get irritated.

Sitting near the horse area, Jack decided to teach you how to braid flowers together. “See, YN? One over, then under, then over, then it’s pretty!” He laughed and clapped as you finished up your first one and set the chain around his neck. “Now you’re all pretty, Jack. A real prince!” He beamed, and looked up as Arthur approached. “Uncle Arthur! Look, I’m pretty!”

Arthur laughed out loud and smiled down at the toddler. “Now, ain’t that a sight to see! Little Jackie Marston, all dolled up.” Jack bent down to get Arthur a chain, and the two of you smiled at one another. You loved looking after Jack. It was easy and simple.

“Say, Jack. You wanna come fishing with me?”

The little boy scrunched up his nose. “Fishing?

“Sure! It’s about time you started to earn your keep,” Jack stood and agreed. “You do have a fishing pole, don’t ya?” And Jack ran off to his mother’s tent to find his rod.

“That’s sweet, taking the boy out. I know Abigail appreciates it,” thinking on how hard she worked you knew she loved being free for even an hour.

Arthur rubbed his jaw. “Mostly do it cause I know his father won’t. Stupid fool. Kids gotta learn to do something more than run from his troubles.”

Jack came bounding back, pole in hand. “Let’s go, Uncle Arthur!” The two set off on Arthur’s black stallion and you continued to scrape around for the root Pearson had mentioned. Successful, you headed back to drop it off at his table. Not many people were up at this hour so you decided to watch Arthur and Jack downstream.

They rode not too far away, and Jack pulled out his rod. An old wooden thing that Hosea had made him months ago, but did the job for a four year old learning how to fish. You saw Arthur teach him how to bait the line, cast into the stream, and reel it in once you felt a bite. Once or twice Jack almost hooked Arthur, and he definitely hooked the ground behind him, but he finally caught a fish. It was a sweet sight watching the two relax and forget about outlaw life for awhile.

Two horses rode up and stopped not far from the pair as you watched. They dismounted and approached Arthur and Jack, and Arthur went completely defensive. Jack was pushed behind his legs while the three men talked, and the glint of metal shined when one of the strangers raised his gun and slung it over his shoulders. Their clothes were new, and from what you could barely make out finley pressed. One moved forward to shake Arthur’s hand, but was dropped when he didn’t reciprocate. He then removed his hat, and a balding head with black strands shone and a familiar panic began to settle at the back of your neck, cool and quick spreading. Arthur suddenly threw his fishing pole on the ground and the second man quickly pointed his barrel at his chest causing Jack to move stumble back from Arthur. They exchanged a few more words, then mounted their horses and left upriver, away from the camp.

The pair couldn't have been at the river for more than an hour, but the stallion came pounding into camp harder and faster than ever before. Jack was swung down and met in Abigail’s arms. He handed her a necklace made of red flowers and braided in the way he had taught you earlier, beaming and talking about the one fish he managed to catch.

Jack ran off with his pole, and Abigail finally looked back at Arthur. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing...just met some folk. I’d better go speak with Dutch.” She smiled and thanked him again, and you watched Arthur disappear into Dutch’s open tent. You were sitting at the main table stitching Lenny’s shit back up but you could hear their whole conversation.

“We got a real problem, Dutch. I just met some guys out near the river. Employees of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, who know about the train, and they know we’re here.”

Dutch stood up quickly, “Were you followed back her?”

“No. They know we’re near here, and they want you Dutch. They offered me my freedom in exchange they did.” Dutch was walking out around camp now, listening to Arthur speak behind him.

“Pinkertons, you said? Did you catch their names?”

“I did. A feller named, Ross and...Milton. Agent Ross, and Agent Milton.”

Head swirling, you dropped the needle from your hands. Milton? He followed you out here? You couldn’t believe of all the dumb, stupid things you’ve done, this had to take the cake. He must have known somehow that this is where you would end up.

Idiot. Stupid, stupid girl. All trying to chase an elusive idea you still hadn’t fully created yet.

Lenny came over to grab his shirt and made a comment that you couldn't hear, so you smiled and waved as he walked off. A rushing sound filled hour ears and made everything impossible and caused you to run far from the edge of camp. Finally alone, you let out the tension that had been building up inside of you.

“Dammit. God dammit!” You swung and hit a tree, ignoring the pain that flashed through your knuckles. No one was safe if they knew your secret, and these folks meant something to you. They had taken you in when you needed it, and you’ve worked your ass off to prove your worth to them. You wouldn't let that worthless, horrible, sack of shit steal it all away from you now. “Stupid! Piece! Of! Shit!” The pain in your knuckles was too strong to ignore now so you screamed as hard as you could, confident no one was nearby.

“YN, are you okay? Jesus, let me see that hand.” Charles approached slowly after watching you punch a tree.

“What are you doing out here? Following me?” He tilted his head at you. “No I was on patrol guarding the perimeter. What happened back there?”

“Dutch was nearly found out. Some detectives found Arthur and Jack down by the river, and they’re looking for us.” A few deep breaths did nothing to calm your nerves, but you proceeded anyways. “Charles...if I tell you something, do you promise not to hate me?” The fear had subsided this far from camp but the anxiety still radiated through your veins. Everything in you screamed not to let this secret pass your lips.

“No. But I can promise to listen.” This seemed to be the best offer, so you took a few more deep breaths to steady yourself.

“That man...Agent Milton from the Pinkertons. The one who’s after Dutch? I...He’s my…” Finally you opened your eyes as you needed to see Charles’ reaction. “My last name ain’t Moore, Charles. It’s Milton. The detective who’s after the gang isn’t just another Pinkerton, he’s my father. And it seems that he is now here to bring this gang in or kill every last one of us.” Tears that had been building up finally spilled down your cheeks.

The air hung heavy as your truth was finally free. Surely, he would hate you. Everyone would hate you. They would turn you in and run away as fast as they could. Charles. Pearson. John. Little Jack. Abigail. Dutch. Arthur.

Charles didn’t immediately speak but instead came forward slowly to examine your hand.

“That’s...quite the cut you’ve given yourself there. Let me take a look.” Your eyes continued to water as the pain set in, but you extended your arm out for help.

“Charles, that man is awful. I planned to escape everyday. I never thought…”

He nodded and listened to you speak, running an ointment over the open wound that somehow burned and felt cool at the same time.

“I understand. We are not our parents. If we were, I would be a miserable drunk pining for a life I never really had. Still, I think it’s best we keep this quiet. I can’t see many minding but it could cause a real issue. Dutch is easily set off these days.”

As he finished bandaging your knuckles you nodded and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Charles. You’ve given me a lot the past few weeks.”

He chuckled and turned the two of you back towards camp. “As long as you can still use that bow hand, I don’t mind much about the other stuff. You’re a good person, YN. And everyone here can see that. Just, don’t say anything about this yet. You head back first into camp and I’ll follow in soon. Make sure no Pinkertons trail you on the way.” You laughed nervously and started the walk back. It was almost dark and you didn't realize just how far you had run.

The hike back was quiet and the only sound that accompanied you were bugs, singing a criss cross harmony that overlapped and swelled the longer you focused on it. You had the realization that you were alone for the first time in months. Sure, Charles would be along behind you shortly but no one was keeping tabs on your every move.

Maybe this is what happiness felt like.

It wasn’t the front porch light still on after dinner at your friends. It wasn’t the open bottle left sitting on the dining table, making Momma clean it up and wipe the spilling edges. It wasn’t the way your door creaked open at night. And it sure as hell wasn’t the feeling of balled fists meeting your ribs, or back, or anything that would be kicked or scratched and no one else could see.

Damn that man and his awful, awful ways.

Back at camp people were on edge. No one noticed you slip into the crowd to get dinner. Talking wasn’t a priority so you sat alone, terrified that pox marked face would creep in from the shadows. It didn’t, however, so after a fitful few hours you fell asleep, unknowingly it was your last night at Horseshoe Overlook.

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Genre: Angst, Fluff, Zombie Au

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Your feet ached as you trudged down the path with the heavy luggage. You were standing near the middle of the group. Your team had been walking for almost two days straight and you thought every step could possibly be the last.

You had spent yesterday complaining all day off and on, but today you were too tired to do even that. Hyunggu tried nudging you to cheer you up, giving you a reassuring smile.

You and your group hadn’t had a break since your last camp had been overrun by zombies. You were all exhausted and half of them almost insane, the rest too drained to have any emotion, you a part of that half.

You were pretty sure Yanan and Jinho were crying together behind you. Yuto carrying a lot of the bags and you had been avoiding eye contact with him. He scared you with his emotionless gaze and dark circles.

Hwitaek was leading at the front with his hand on the holster of his gun in case of a surprise zombie. Hyojong had one hand holding the onto a strap from Hwitaek’s backpack. Hongseok and Changgu were walking together in silence.

Shinwon was walking along the far side of the road and had been talking to himself for the past half hour. Wooseok was walking closest to Shinwon a little worried that he would get too far from the group.

“Hwitaek, we should stop soon for the night…if we keep running on this low energy we may end up dying sooner than we expected.” Wooseok said a little concerned still for Shinwon.

“I know, but there hasn’t been any safe places to stop.” Hyojong sighs.

“Please, just somewhere!” Jinho cried from the back.

“We can just take shifts for sleeping, it’ll be fine” Hyunggu chimes in and you nod.

“Okkk,” he sighs while the rest of them cheer, “I mean I wanna stop just as much as you guys, I’m just worri-”

“Awww you care so much for usss” Changgu says being a flirt as always which you rolled your eyes at.

Y'all pulled off the road into the treeline a little ways into set up a mini camp for the night.

“Ok, let’s split up so we can set up as quick as possible” Hongseok suggests.

“We should have some people sleeping while others do work.” Wooseok adds, “Shinwon really has got to, he’s not ok.” Hyojong says quietly to Hwitaek.

“Ok, Shinwon, Jinho, Yuto and Yanan y'all need sleep.” None of them protest as they lay down altogether on the cloth blankets packed in one of Yuto’s bags.

“I can go get firewood, it’ll be dark soon, we will need it!” you say.

“Take Changgu with you, you can’t carry all that by yourself.”

You glance over at him who had taken a seat on a fallen tree trunk. He sighs before pulling himself up back on his feet. You also roll your eyes to yourself.

“Ok, I’ll help out!” he says shooting you a charming style.

I don’t even need his help…

You both walk into the forest and you walk a little faster than him. You pick up sticks quietly while he keeps getting further behind. He jogs up a little to be at your side.

“Hey what’s wrong? You keep leaving me behind?”

You mumble an apology and try to slow your pace. You would never admit to even yourself how conflicted he made you feel. It bugged you how flirty he was, probably because you were jealous…

Shut up

You think to yourself.

“what?” he asks you and you realize you had said that last part out loud, your felt your cheeks heat.

“Uh nothing, I was talking to myself.” you say picking up another stick and then stop dead in your tracks seeing the sight in front of you. Changgu stops too, confused.

“What?” he asks again, he looks to where you’re staring and freezes also.

Probably about fifteen or more zombies stand in front of you all crowded. He takes a few small steps back, but you stay in your spot. They all start lifting their faces, you assume smelling your scents in the air. They look over at you with callused eyes.

They had caught you now.

There was no way you could fight them all off. Thinking the only way out is to make a break for it you quickly without thinking chuck the sticks in your hand at the zombies. You spin back and start running the other way and in the process grab Changgu’s wrist to inform him of the unsaid plan.

You noticed he had dropped his sticks too and was sprinting next to you. Since it was a rushed plan, you hadn’t thought through it in the long run. As you had been running, and causing more commotion, stray zombies had collected into the cluster.

“C-” you started having trouble breathing and running and speaking all at once, “Changgu…we can't…go back…” Hoping he would understand what you meant with the short sentence.

“C’mon, let’s lead them off…we can find the others later.” he said understanding what you’d said, and had said it much clearer. You both made a sharp turn not stopping for a breath. You had gotten back onto the streets when you see a bunch of cars all over.

“I’m sure one of those are unlocked, if we cut off our scent, they won’t be able to find us.”

You run up to the cars and split to check them all individually. Your heart pounded in your chest as you frantically pulled on the handles of each door, checking over your shoulder at the herd getting closer and closer.

CLICK

“OH MY GAH CHANGGU CHANGGU IT OPENED”

“WHAT YOU GOT IT?” you don’t see him but you can hear him yell out over the cars. Suddenly he comes into view and runs quickly over to you.

“GET INNN” he says as y'all both notice the dead getting closer, he puhes you in first as you attempt to climb over the middle console as quick as possible.

Once inside you were backed up to the window of the passenger side and he had pulled himself into the driver’s seat.

You sat there with him in silence other than both your heavy breathing. Until you suddenly jumped when one of the zombies had thumped against the window you were leaning on. You didn’t notice how close you had gotten to Changgu, but you felt a hand grab onto yours.

“Here, I’ll hold your hand until it’s over…”

He could probably feel, and see, how much you were shaking right now and you felt comforted knowing he was there for you. You did feel a little more calm after that.

Y'all sat together watching them walk past your car. Somehow you had gotten into small talk and it was nice getting to hang out with him one on one. It surprisingly never crossed your mind that it was awkward keeping your hands interlocked because it somehow felt natural. You would even feel him squeeze your hand when you had been flinching because of the zombies.

“No no, there’s no way!!!” he laughs.

“I swear! We weren’t even high and this happened!” He shook his head at you still laughing. You had started laughing with what you thought was such an obnoxious laugh. You had voiced this opinion as you covered your mouth.

“No, I think it’s cute,” he says as his flirty self leans over to pinch your cheek.

You brush away his hand giggling with your newly red cheeks, not because of the pinch, but because the boy. You continued talking for awhile as the herd finally passed a while back, but y'all hadn’t noticed since you were caught up with each other.

“Hey! We can leave now,” he says, “They are gone.”

You look around at the windows noticing he was right and they had all left.

“Thank God, ok we gotta get back to camp before the others start worrying too much!”

You both got out and met up at the trunk of the car together. You started back towards the campsite, it wasn’t far that y'all had ran from there luckily. Just as you were about to take a step you felt a hand grab your ankle coupled with a growl.

“OH MY FUCK!! CHANGGU HELP,” you cried out to him who was ahead of you. He pivoted on his heel back to you and ran over. He pulled out his knife and stabbed the legless, crawling zombie.

You felt the grip loosen on your leg as you thoughtlessly fall into Changgu’s arms. Your sweaty hands gripped onto his shirt and your teary eyes soak into it too.

“Goodness, I bet you couldn’t survive a day without me.” he says cockily, but it contrasted with how sweetly he pet your head to his chest. Once the words registered in your head, you pulled back.

“What in the hell?? I can totally survive without you ugH, you are really too much.”

“Listen, let’s really bet, if you lose you let me kiss you.”

Your mouth dropped. Was this the same guy ohmy-

“No no I can. You’re wrong and I. Will. Prove it.” you said punctuating each word with a jab to his chest.

—

Once you finally arrived Hyunggu stood up with a surprised, but glad expression. It notified Hwitaek and he ran up to you both hugging you around your necks tight. he had to get on his tiptoes to even reach the both of you.

“God, I was so scared that y'all were dead.” he says quietly before pulling back. You explain the whole story to your group, leaving out the cute stuff that was unimportant to them.

“I don’t think this is good…we aren’t safe stopping anywhere!!” the newly revived but paranoid Shinwon speaks up.

“We need a new home. I think it’d be best if we split up, just in half at least, we can cover more ground!” Yuto says. You bite your lip at the thought of separating. Wondering if it was really a good idea, but you stay quiet.

“I think it’d be best, guys…” Yanan says.

—

Your group decides to stay there for the night anyways. So that the others who hadn’t slept could sleep.

You wake up to see you are the last one up and everyone had already started packing.

“Hey Y/N, we decided the groups while you were sleeping.” Jinho informs you, “Me, you, Yanan, Hyunggu and Yuto are going east and Hongseok, Shinwon, Changgu, Hwitaek, Hyojong and Wooseok are west.”

Your heart dropped a little at the fact that Changgu wasn’t in the group with you, but you didn’t argue. You helped packing the last couple of supplies up and separating them as evenly as possible so both teams could have a fair amount.

You all headed up to the road and said your goodbyes to the opposite group before turning away to the sides you’d been assigned. You looked up shyly and Changgu hoping he could somehow understand your feelings through your look. His own look back was a sad one.

You stayed at the back of the group and just before reaching the edge of the road, you heard your name being called. You spun to meet the familiar voice calling you.

“I just came to say goodbye,” he says quietly. “Come back safe.” You now realize he has your hands in his. You look up at him with a sad smile and put your arms around his chest to give him a tight hug. You felt him return it and a soft kiss was planted on your head.

How did so much change in a day?

—

Your group had been walking for days it seemed and you were starting to get hopeless again. You were constantly worried too about if the other group, especially Changgu was ok. It didn’t help with your stress.

You were broken out of your thoughts by a scream. You looked up to see Hyunggu being backed up to a tree while he tried to hold the zombie as far away as possible. Jinho luckily took care of it quick, but it didn’t matter because they soon realized the screams had caused the wandering zombies to near them.

They all panicked noticing that even amidst the forest, you could be corralled in. All five of you whipped out your weapons preparing yourselves to fight.

As each of you handled your own battle, you didn’t notice the zombie that had been sneaking up behind you. Suddenly you felt a hand pulling your whole ponytail back and you shrieked.

Your eyes shut tight as you prepared for the worst. Maybe this was the end you thought. You were wrong. Suddenly you heard a bunch of new yelling and felt the hand let go. You opened your eyes to see that the other half of the team was there.

“Changgu,” you cry out seeing him standing behind you, assuming he was the one who had saved you due to the dead(dead?) zombie on the ground. You looked around noticing everyone was okay and you ran over to hug Changgu first. You smiled into his chest, ecstatic to see him and the others too all there and ok! After a chorus of thank you’s and cheers, they explained.

“We finally found some place safe!! There was a place a couple miles down, it’s a whole community and they have barricades and supplies and everything!!” Wooseok told them excitedly.

This led to more cheers as they all started basically sprinting at first, glad to have somewhere they could feel safe again finally.

—

They had finally arrived, luckily in one day due to their enthusiastic running. Once you had all settled you saw Changgu hanging around by the fence and you went to go meet him. As you got closer you noticed he had a smirk on his face.

“Whatttt?” he said nervously laughing, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I just remembered something.”

“Okkkk”

“I bet you and you lost so now you have to let me kiss you.”

You smirked and shook your head at him.

“WHAT? But we bet??? You can’t do that!”

“I won’t let you kiss me,” you said and he opened his mouth to argue before you put your finger up to his mouth to silence him, “But I will kiss you.”

You grabbed him by his collar and brought your lips to meet his.

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livingmybestfictionallife · 7 years ago

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Proximity (03)-Forty Percent

Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.

Tag List: @sebstanwassup, @starkxpotts, @kyleannsmut, @joshuad-n, @bucky-bear-barnes, @metal-arm-red-star, @dammnnbucky, @crystallimythium, @harleenquinzzel, @camillechan, @marvelouslyloki, @msdrmarvel, @-tulipsunflower-, @shakzer00, @sebstan01, @kitty11223, @one-of-the-boys, @come-and-figure-me-out, @miraisnotavailable, @ladymelissastark, @msharleyquinn, @seargantbcky, @ballerinafairyprincess, @yourgayonlinemom, @broken-pieces, @bubblyanarocks3

Warnings: some language, upset Seb, jealous Tom

A/N: it’s kind of long but I hope y'all like it. The next part will be (maybe) shorter and focus more on the reader’s pov during this part. PLEASE let me know what you think :)

For the rest of the night, since (Y/N) abruptly left Sebastian’s apartment, he couldn’t help thinking what went wrong. Each moment of interaction flashed through his memory with excitement and glee. Her laugh, her smile, how perfect it felt to have her wrapped under his arm and leaning into his side. Maybe that was the problem...

The following morning, Sebastian listened closely for any indication that (Y/N) was awake yet. It was a Saturday, which meant (Y/N) shouldn’t have anything planned and was more than likely still in bed. Just as he made up his mind to text her to see if everything was okay, his phone started to ring in his hand.

“Hey,” she said in an airy tone.

“Good morning,” he greeted, his voice much more groggy than expected.

“I’m real sorry about last night,” she hurried to say.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he rolled onto his back and shoved his free hand through his hair. “You’re okay though, right?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay,” she said, her voice softer than normal which only lead him to paying more attention to the rise and fall of her breaths through the phone.

“Good,” he stated before filing the awkwardness of the conversation growing. “I’m sorry if I did anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, Seb,” she sighed with a forced laugh in her voice. “It wasn’t you. I just had a pretty rough day and--”

“And forgetting about your homework--”

“Did not help at all,” she laughed as they continued to finish the other’s sentences.

“Well, are you doing anything today?” he asked hesitantly, not wanting to know if it was too early to be asking her to hang out again.

“Come on, Seb, you know I don’t make plans until I’ve had caffeine,” she grumbled. “Want to come down for coffee?” (Y/N)’s heart started pounding as she heard the words leaving her mouth. She couldn’t believe that not even six hours after her bathroom breakdown, where she vowed not to get any closer to him romantically, that she was asking him over to her place.

“I actually got a text from Anthony a few minutes ago; Chris, Elizabeth, and Tom are all in the area and we are going to meet up and get breakfast at Veselka,” Sebastian stated.

“What’s that?” (Y/N) asked as she rolled over onto her side and shoved her phone between her head and the pillow.

“A little Ukrainian spot on second,” he said, fighting the urge to fall back asleep.

“Oh, well have fun then,” she said softly, trying not to sound upset.

“You do realize I’m inviting you, you dork,” he laughed.

“Well, Sebastian, you did not say ‘(Y/N) would you like to ’--” she was cut short by his groaning from the other end of the line which was completely audible through her ceiling.

“(Y/N), would you like to join me at breakfast this morning?” he asked as his laugh continued to echo through each of their bedrooms.

“Will there be coffee?” she asked back.

“Yes, (Y/N) there will be coffee.”

“Okay, but I’m holding you to it. If there’s no coffee--”

“If there’s no coffee then you and I will find a coffee shop, leave, and then come back with enough caffeine to keep both of us satisfied, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan, Stan,” she chuckled.

“Oh God,” he huffed. “You’re back on that again?”

“Who said I was ever off it?” she teased. “See you in ten?”

“Meet in the lobby!” With that their conversation ended and each returned to their solitary lives. Quickly, Sebastian responded to the group chat.

Chococcino: I’m headed toward the restaurant.

Chrissy Boo Bear: I’ll be there in fifteen

Thin Lizzy: I put in a reservation for five

Vanilla Ice: Make it six, please

Spidey-Kid: Is Robert in town?

Vanilla Ice: I invited my neighbor, if you guys don’t mind

Spidey-Kid: Is she hot?

Chococcino: T.F. Tom!? Have you seen sexy sea bass?

Thin Lizzy: I added another, Sebastian

Spidey-Kid: It was just a question, tweety bird.

Vanilla Ice: Thanks Liz

Chococcino: Come on, kid. Birds eat bugs for breakfast

Spidey-Kid: You can’t scare me into not coming, especially not that Sebastian’s sexy roommate is coming

Chrissy Boo Bear: I believe her name in Seb’s phone is Cute Neighbor, but you were close Tom

Upon reading that last message, Sebastian turned his phone onto silent, slid into a pair of jeans, and pulled a sweater over his head. He snatched his house keys from the kitchen counter, grabbed his leather jacket from the coat hook, dropped his phone into his back pocket and hurried to the elevator, only to be stopped on the floor below him by (Y/N) jumping on.

“Wow,” she sighed upon looking at him. “You’re way more dressed up than me.”

“I’m wearing jeans,” he protested.

“Well normally you only wear basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Jeans are an improvement.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at her as she filed into the elevator and leaned against the thin rail behind them. He looked over her body as her knee high tan boots traveled along her legging clad legs, a loose burgundy sweater fell to her mid thighs beneath a black leather jacket, and the red, pink, and grey silk scarf he got as a souvenir/thank you gift for watching his house while he was in China, hung around her neck.

“You look great, (Y/N),” he smiled as his eyes finally landed on hers. (Y/N) fought the fluttering of her heart as tickled her ribs the second she noticed Sebastian’s eyes trail her body. Just friends, (Y/N), she told herself. You’re just friends. Realizing they were less than a mile from the restaurant, the pair started walking. It didn’t take longer than for the pair to walk a block down the road before he was spotted by some fans.

“Sebastian!” a few teenage girls yelled while flocking toward him.

“Hi,” he smiled while waving gingerly to them, stopping in his tracks as they tried to take photos. Quietly, (Y/N) tried to hide herself behind Sebastian or jump out of the photo’s frame as the girls approached.

“Do you mind taking a picture with us?” the girls asked.

“Not at all!” Sebastian smiled to the girls as they quickly pressed themselves on each side of him and tried to take a selfie.

“Here,” (Y/N) offered while stepping toward the collection of people crouched, trying to get the perfect shot of their favorite celebrity. She took each of the girl’s cell phones and took at lead three photos on each phone before returning them to the teens.

“Thank you so much!” one of the girls cooed to Sebastian and then turned toward (Y/N). “You’re a life saver!!”

“You’re so lucky,” another started fawn over (Y/N) as she glanced over her shoulder at Sebastian.

“Excuse me?” (Y/N) asked only for the girls’ attention to flow back toward Sebastian.

“We don’t want to keep you,” they smiled before walking past (Y/N) and making obscene sexual gestures with their hands and whispering ‘bag him for the rest of us’ out of Sebastian’s earshot. Quickly, Sebastian slid his hand along (Y/N)’s arm as she stared after the teenagers who had just pranced away.

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” he said while pulling her along and locking his arm in hers, in a protective manner as they passed a number of strangers, all giving her strange looks. She could see the gears turning in their heads: they second guess whether they actually saw the Winter Soldier on the street and then once they realized they had in fact seen the actor, they do a double take only to see the all too young, awkward, and average girl beside him.

(Y/N) had hoped that the negative looks and attention she received would fade as they got to the restaurant, but was sadly mistaken. Of course the group of Avengers casually gathered together for breakfast drew attention to themselves, but the onlookers’ confusion was only enhanced when presented with the newest, most unrecognizable face at the table: (Y/N)’s. Who was she? Was she a new Avenger character being introduced in Infinity War? Was she Sebastian Stan’s latest play thing?

She was thankful as Sebastian pulled out a chair for her that was blocked from a lot of people’s sight due to the proximity of the chairs seated around the rather small table. She slid in gracefully with a shy smile on her face, trying not to stare at anyone looking at her for too long. Sebastian fell into a seat beside her and smiled at his friends as he shrugged his coat from his shoulders.

“Sorry we’re late,” Sebastian muttered as he turned backwards to hang the coat on the back of his chair. “We got stopped by some fans.” (Y/N) immediately wanted to correct him and say ‘you were stopped,’ but thinking back to the interaction, she realized that he three girls said more to her in passing than to him.

“I can see why,” Tom muttered under his breath as his eyes diverted from (Y/N) to the menu in front of him. Is this fucking real? she thought to herself as her heart pounded in her chest. Some random teenage girls encourage her to fuck Sebastian five minutes before Tom Holland inadvertently hits on her...is this the life she’s going to have to get used to so long as she keeps Sebastian in her life?

“I’m so sorry,” Sebastian muttered while turning back to the table and gesturing toward the girl on his left. “Everyone, this is (Y/N); (Y/N), this is Anthony Mackie, Lizzie Olsen, Tom Holland, and Chris Evans,” Seb introduced everyone around the table from his right around to her left.

“Hi,” she smiled lightly and crossed her legs uneasily beneath the table.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Elizabeth smiled adjacent to (Y/N).

“We’re glad you could make it,” Chris’s voice invaded her left ear.

“Thanks for inviting me,” she smiled softly at each of them.

“It was our pleasure,” Tom replied with a smirk. (Y/N) fought the blush that threatened to rise into her cheeks.

“Stay in your lane, Ketchum,” Anthony teased. “She’s not a femme fatale like Hilda.”

“The fact that you knew that both startles and impresses me,” (Y/N) laughed at Anthony’s Pokemon Black and White reference.

“I have three kids; there is no silence, there is only Pokemon,” he groaned through laughter.

“For once you’re the only one in the group with kids,” Sebastian teased.

“Yeah,” Chris added, “normally you’ve got Robert or Jeremy.”

“Now I’ve got a bunch of young singletons,” he chuckled. “You are single, right?” he asked while locking eyes on (Y/N).

“Um, yeah,” she said softly. Anthony tried not to notice the smile begin to fade from Sebastian’s lips nor the one on Tom’s face begin to grow. “I’ve just been really busy and it wouldn’t be fair for me to be in a relationship when I can’t give any more than forty percent,” she tried to explain.

"Forty percent?” Chris asked.

“My schedule is pretty full,” she said and ducked her head, trying not to have the destiny of the situation fall even more heavily on her shoulders.

“(Y/N)’s working at CUNY’s undergraduate English department as a student teacher while working on a master’s degree in forensic psychology at John Jay,” Sebastian explained, lightly dancing around the situation in hopes that the others don’t draw too much into their situation.

“That’s incredible,” Lizzie said from across the table. “Become the female Spencer Reid; men can wait!” (Y/N) laughed as Lizzie smiled. A low, forced chuckle, escaped Sebastian’s lips.

“Isn’t Spencer Reid that skinny nerdy kid on Criminal Minds?” Anthony asked.

“The one who’s a literal genius?” Tom interjected.

“That’s the one,” Seb smirked proudly.

“Damn, that’s a lot to live up to,” Anthony laughed.

“Not really,” Sebastian added while putting his hand gently on (Y/N)’s arm.

“Seb, come on,” she laughed.

“Seriously, though, she has a genius level IQ, give or take three points.”

“Oh gosh this is embarrassing,” (Y/N) muttered as the table laughed At their collective chattering, (Y/N) felt her heart lift and a smile curl onto her face.

“Don’t think of it as being embarrassing,” Chris encouraged her, “we’ve come to understand Sebastian loves to brag about his cute neighbor.” (Y/N) dropped her face to her menu and Sebastian’s ears turned red. He offered a light, embarrassed laugh as he faced the rest of the table. Sensing the young woman’s discomfort, Elizabeth rose from the table and asked if (Y/N) would join her to wash up before their food arrived. Quickly, (Y/N) left along side Lizzie and the four men continued the conversation.

“Come on guys,” Sebastian groaned.

“We’re just shooting the shit with you,” Anthony chuckled.

“I know what you’re doing,” Seb stated.

“Well then pick up on it,” Chris replied. “She’s great, man.”

“Wait, are you serious about her?” Tom asked hesitantly.

“What do your spidey-senses say?” Anthony teased.

“Why, what’s wrong with that?” Sebastian asked Tom, shocked to find himself questioning the kid for dating advice.

“Dude, she’s like, my age! You guys give me shit all the time for being younger than you and now you’re trying to hook up with someone who’s barely older than me.”

“But (Y/N) doesn’t look like she’s twelve,” Anthony snapped back trying to encourage Sebastian.

“Looking a certain age doesn’t make you that age,” Tom muttered. “She said it herself that she’s not able to give more than forty percent in a relationship and you’re not getting any younger.”

“Thanks for that,” Sebastian grumbled.

“I’m saying if you’re looking for more than casual dating, finding it in a twenty-one year-old probably isn’t the best choice,” Tom explained. “Besides, she’s probably wanting to get another degree after this and focus on her career, and you’re not going to be around much because of yours. You’d really make her chose between you or her job?” Sebastian’s head fell lightly and Anthony glared at Tom as the girls returned.

Sebastian glanced up at the woman hurrying back to his side with a smile on her face. “Hi,” she called to him, a cheery smile pulled across her face. His hopeful eyes flashed up to her and the smile on his face faded as he chewed anxiously on the inside of his lip. He couldn’t get the thought out of his head that (Y/N) may be too young for him.

Was putting work in front of (Y/N) fair to her? Was it fair to expect her to do the same? Was giving sixty percent in hopes to receive forty worth the risk of them being torn apart or thrust together? “Yes,” he stated to his own thoughts, quickly smiling across at the woman beside him.

Continued Installments

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mutualdarknessff-blog · 8 years ago

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C-10 What's Real & Fake

Song: Slide by Calvin Harris ft. Frank Ocean & Migos

Navaya

Looking through my full body dresser mirror I saw Mali sulking. Clad in her bathing suit and see through green cover up, she looked down at her hands sitting on my bed.

“Mal, talk to me,” I turned to face her, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s about Dev.” She whispered to me.

“What about him?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest. Mali never looked up at me as she continued fiddling her fingers.

“Everything he said was true, and I hate myself for it.” She admitted shaking her head a little.

“He doesn’t care about it anymore, said it himself.” I shrugged, “Don’t have to beat yourself up.”

“I have feelings for him.” She blurted, shocking me.

“How?” I scrunched my eyebrows, “What about Jason?”

There was a knock on my bedroom door.

“May I enter guys?” Trent asked through the door. Mali remained silent. I went to the door and opened it to see him. Not by himself either. Looking over his shoulder one of the twins, was with Trent.

“Micah and I were wondering what’s taking y'all so long it’s almost past eight.” Trent complained walking in the room.

“We’re ready, just talking but fine now right Mal?” I looked over my shoulder to her, turning her head she nodded standing to her feet.

“Let’s just go, don’t want everyone to keep waiting on us right?” She fake smiled walking past everyone out the room. Trent gave me a look, I shrugged it off hoping she wouldn’t do something crazy tonite. Going down some stairs we were instantly in a pool area that Jason had underground. At least twenty people were hanging around and inside the pool combined. A table full of every junk food you could imagine was set up along with drinks non and alcoholic. One thing was for sure, Dev and his friends knew how to throw a party. A DJ continuously had tracks going while everyone just enjoyed themselves. Jason sat talking to some dudes I assumed were his friends while Dev had at least five different girls talking to him at once, a big grin on his angelic face. I knew Mali seen it all, and hoped she was wasn’t too affected by the scene after what she just told me. Once we were closer in the scenery Jason immediately noticed us standing to his feet to come meet us as we took empty seats on dark blue beach chairs that went around the whole pool. Julius was one of the people Jason was talking to, because he followed Jason’s eyes and locked his on me. I suddenly became weak looking him over, as a smile cracked on his lips at me. Sitting down Mali put sunglasses on her face and looked ahead towards the pool.

“Trent can u go get me something hard to drink straight.” Mali yelled over the music. Trent looked unsure staring down at her.

“I’ll get it, Micah offered.” He walked away without another reply if Mali even had one or protest. Jason and Julius walked up with hands in their shorts pockets.

“Hey Vay.” Julius smiled coming to sit on the edge of my beach chair, he smelled so good it made me sit up right.

“Hi.” I took a deep breath looking into his eyes, “How long you been here?”

“About twenty minutes.” He replied, “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, you look good too.” I returned the compliment in the most normal way I could.

“Mali, can I talk to you for a sec?” Jason asked making Julius and I put our attention on them.

“I’m relaxing, what you want?” She asked never looking up at Jason. Trent sat on a chair over to the left of Mali, starting a conversation with some girl.

“Privately, now.” Jason demanded at her. Slipping her glasses down her face she stared up at him.

“I am not your property Mr. Lewis.” She spat at him with a smile leaning back in her beach chair. Jason then nodded and walked away with out another word. I saw Mali briefly look over at where Dev was, whom was now sitting in between the legs of the same girl he was talking to that day in the cafeteria. Mali did a loud huff as Micah returned with her drink in his hands. The senior girl played in Dev’s hair while he tried tickling her every now and then. Leaning down she kissed his neck quickly making him smile. It peaked my curiosity on how he was able to be so close to that girl without wanting to eat her. I felt a poke in my side making me jump. It was Julius trying to get my attention and all the while felt eyes on me. Female eyes like no other watched Julius and I making me uncomfortable.

“Mali what’s up with you?” Julius asked watching her down whatever Micah had brought her in a cup. She just shook her head handing the cup back to Micah for him to go get a refill. Julius looked to me for answers but I just shook my head at him to let it go.

“Prepare, for the biggest cannon ball ever!” Someone shouted, we all looked to see Allister the other twin at the edge of the pool. Without another word he jumped making a big splash, wetting up the girls that were staring at the opposite end of the pool from us. Roaring with laughter Dev stood to his feet at the scenery. Trent laughed too just how big that damn splash was that Allister had made. It seemed everyone was in a good mood except for Mali, and I wanted to fix it just didn’t know how.

“What are you thinking about?” Julius asked knocking me out of my thoughts. Looking over at him I smiled grabbing his hand. He squeezed mine once we were locked into each other’s eyes.

“Nothing, just how I want everyone to be having a good time.” I spoke loudly looking over at Mali while she sipped on her cup. Moving her head towards me she smiled.

“Y'all not getting in the pool?” Dev asked appearing suddenly by himself, he looked down at Mali, “In assuming you ain’t since you’re just trying to get drunk.”

“Don’t worry about what I’m doing Dev, go back over to your lil girlfriend.” Mali replied making the vibe around us sour suddenly.

“What’s up her ass now?” He asked me that I looked away shaking my head.

“Nothing is up my ass, just butt out of my business Angel.” She shouted, he leaned down to her level of the beach chair.

“Follow me, now.” He commanded with so much authority it surprised me. Mali looked at him through her sunglasses he pulled them off her face quickly.

“Give me back my glasses!” She yelled following behind him as he began to walk away. I hoped that whatever Dev said to her would change her mood.

“Drama, drama, drama with those two.” Trent commented taking his shirt off, he eventually went to sit on the edge of the pool and talk to some people. I looked across the pool to still see them girls looking at Julius and I.

“Your fans are creepy staring at us.” I muttered to him, he laughed standing to his feet.

Holding out his hand towards me, he waited, “Ignore them, have fun come on.”

“Okay.” I smiled taking his hand. Julius stopped making me also in seeing a tall girl before us, who was exquisitely beautiful. With a light skin tone and exotic eyes I could tell right off the bat. The girl was a vampire, and looked innocent as a kitten.

“Hi, my name is Ana. What’s yours?” She asked looking straight at me, there was a hint of french in her accent.

Mali

Moving my feet quickly I followed Dev into a corridor that led back to the main part of the mansion. He stopped and pushed me up against the wall, placing both hands on each side of my head on the wall. Breathing calm he looked in my eyes while my heart raced.

“Why all you want to do is argue with me Mali?” He asked softly, shocking me. His face so close I could make out every freckle splattered on his skin. A goatee was growing on his chin with fine black hair that I’m sure was brown in the light.

“Why does it matter, you like it, humiliating me in front of everyone.” I mumbled at him, snatching my glasses out his hand. Scoffing he slid his right hand down the wall, grabbing my left hand I gasped.

Pushing my hand up against my chest he stood closer, “Answer me.” He whispered.

“You have that girl, I didn’t know that after you died I would feel how I feel for you.” I admitted to him, his eyes glared at me with a sparkle.

Doing a low chuckle he let my hand go but I still kept it against my chest, “You want me huh?”

Remaining silent I swallowed not believing I just told him that.

“Say it.” He told me.

“Why when you know?” I whispered looking down at the floor. Using a finger he raised my chin up to look in his eyes.

“Use that pretty mouth and say the words.” He nodded with a straight expression, I looked down at his bare chest of ink.

“No.” I curtly replied biting inside the right side of my cheek. Stepping away from me he shook his head.

“So you done playing with Jason then?” He asked crossing his arms over his toned chest.

“I haven’t actually broke things off with him.” I confessed.

“Whatever girl you see me with, you shouldn’t assume I’m with them like that. But I know you been with him.” He shrugged.

“I know.” I replied.

“With that being said, I’m not about to feud with my nephew over a mere human female.” He muttered like the hundred year old vampire he was, “Because he is really into you even though he don’t say shit.”

“So that means you don’t want me.” I stated.

“After you say the words,” He shrugged, “You’ll find out, in the meantime I ain’t messy to fuck around with Jason’s girls.”

“Fine.” I huffed. Dev did a low laugh.

“So this is why you been giving me hateful looks,” He smiled looking my body up in down with my bikini on. Shaking his head he began to walk away leaving me in the hall to think about my next move.

Navaya

“Shit Ana, what are you doing here?” Micah appeared walking up.

“Micah, you know this girl?” I asked him but he kept staring at Ana. Julius silent obviously didn’t know what was going on.

“Um, Julius can you go get me a drink real quickly?” I asked him, seeing Ana stare at him with a smile.

“Sure.” He nodded walking away. I saw Dev walking up behind Micah and Allister who was now silent. He stopped getting in Ana’s face.

“Anastasia, what the fuck are you doing here?” He spat in her face, I was in awe.

“To meet the newest member of the clan of course, I was impatient waiting Angel.” She replied so sweetly with a lot of sarcasm.

“You serious.” He gritted at her.

“Plus I was curious, Is this Navaya?” She asked. How the fuck did she know my name?

“Anastasia, you’re going home now.” Dev threatened grabbing her arm, but Ana didn’t budge.

“Careful Devvy-poo,” She smiled and then it faded quickly with a devils stare on Dev, “You really wanna show out in front of all these fucking mortals, because I will kill each and every one.”

Devvy-poo? My skin began to crawl with her threat. Dev let her arm go probably knowing how she could be. With a frustrated look he turned to me, walking past towards Trent. I turned back towards Ana who was closer to me. Shit.

“It’s nice to finally meet the mortal, who saved my brother from death. But seriously I had been ready for him to die and then, boom.” She smiled at me with pretty white teeth.

“Yeah, it wasn’t really planned.” I cleared my throat taking a step back from her with a little smile.

“What is, these days sweetheart.” She shrugged while the twins stayed in their spots behind Ana. Turning around she huffed at them.

“Guys I’m seriously not going to start anything I just want to meet-”

“Who is this Vay?” Trent asked me, Ana turned back around laying eyes on him. A soft smile and glistening eyes were on her face now in looking at Trent. Dev stood nearby looking on, Julius came back with a drink. I took his hand not feeling comfortable with him around a crowd of vampires.

“Come on, I want to talk to you.” I lied to lead him away so that Ana and Trent could speak freely. Placing the drink down on an empty table I led Julius out the pool area not sure where we were going. Back on the main floor, Julius stopped me from walking pulling me into him. My body began to get hot as he leaned me up against a wall gently kissing my lips. Pushing his forehead and body against mine, I made out for the first time with a guy. But not just any guy, a handsome, smart and talented one, that I planned on eventually turning into a vampire so he could survive. Biting down on my lower lip he smiled breaking our kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I seen you in this fucking bikini.” He whispered kissing my nose, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I uh, just wanted to be alone.” I admitted half heartily feeling on cloud nine from his lips. He smiled kissing my left cheek, going towards my lower jaw until he was at the base of my neck.

“Oh my,” I gasped clenching his triceps as he left wet kisses all over from the base of my neck. His strong hands clenched the tops of my hips, while his lips nibbled at my neck making me giggle.

“Taste like chocolate Vay.” He mumbled in a husk never seizing his kisses.

“Jul, you’re going to give me a hickey.” I laughed at him pushing him back some, but not off my body.

“I really care about you.” He admitted rubbing his nose against mine, “That’s real.”

“I believe you, I care for you too despite your flaws.” I told him, he cracked a heart breaking smile at me.

“I know baby girl.” He kissed my lips again more slowly, passionately. From then on I pondered on whether I should tell him that I had a cure for his disease and if he would accept.

Mali

Walking into Jason’s office, I smelled the burning of incents. Closing the door behind me, I spotted Jason looking out a window with a glass in his hand. Going to sit in a chair Jason turned towards me with hurt in his eyes. I noticed he didn’t have his chain on around his neck. My heart dropped in my chest in the realization of what was to come.

“So you just jump from me to him huh?” He asked shaking his head at me. Looking away I couldn’t say anything he didn’t already know.

“I have nothing to say.” I shrugged my shoulders.

Jason scoffed, “Well let me enlighten you on to something, Dev is the biggest player there ever was. Stuck as a twenty-one year old vampire for the last hundred years, so good fucking luck. Especially in thinking you will be any different for him.”

“I don’t need luck Jason, I’m going to start over with him from when we first met.” I shrugged, “Didn’t you say you couldn’t even give me a relationship?”

“Whatever Mali fuck off.” He replied turning back towards the window. Without another word I stood to my feet exiting out the office, deciding to get some rest. Walking in the hall I saw a dark figure, as I got closer I made out Dev’s features. Leaning against the balcony with a spliff in his hand, he looked up at me.

“I’m guessing you heard everything.” I spoke the obvious.

“So you want to start over with me huh?” He asked blowing smoke out his nose, “Don’t even know if I want you or not.”

Standing up off off the balcony he walked towards me. Getting closer to me he leaned his head into the crook of my neck. Taking a deep breath, he chuckled moving his mouth close by my ear. I tried not to hold my breath, while he moved my curls from the side of my neck. I hoped he wasn’t about to bite me.

“You ready to say it?” He asked sending shivers down my spine, I was froze.

“I don’t have to say shit, that you already know.” I muttered to him, he stood back from me with a conniving smile on his face.

“Good, cuz aunt flo is on her way to you and we wouldn’t want any accidents.” He smiled looking down my body, I felt a familiar cramp in the midsection under my stomach. Shit.

“Oh my God.” I gasped walking past him to Navaya’s room. Dev continued laughing.

“Good night Malikai.” He laughed still standing there in the hall.

Trent

Staring at her beautiful face, I couldn’t get over how much of an angel she looked like.

“So you’re just going to keep staring at me?” Anastasia asked me with a small smile.

“No, I just, you’re the first female vampire that I’m meeting and it’s-”

“A lot I know. Well don’t let Dev catch you looking at me like that he’ll have a heart attack, not that he could.” She shook her head looking up at the night sky. The pool party was over it was going almost one in the morning.

“Technically we aren’t related.” I pointed out making her nod.

“True. And I also think you’re very handsome Trent, and so fresh and young.” She bit her lip looking at me, “I want to show you so much of how fun it can be to really be a vampire, I know your uncle is boring as hell.”

“He’s just trying to be protective of me, I am the next descendant of the Lewis-Lockwood gene.” I defended him. I loved Dev, he’s shown me so much and we had a bond that would never break.

“I know, but everyone in France is so anxious to meet you.” She told me.

“Really?” I sat up straight at that news.

“Yeah.” She nodded, “I wish you could go, but you’re still like doing school or something?”

“I could put that on hold, I want to go.” I seriously told her.

“Good,” She smiled. “Good.”

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