#i really thought i was gonna throw up so i went from chugging beer to laying on the couch crying

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crossing the wrong line

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / alcohol / mentions of drugs / getting drugged by a stranger / unwanted physical touch (hand on waist, grabbing a wrist) / physical violence / blood / throwing up / please let me know if I should tag anything else or change something in the story!

Words: 3,4k

‼️ Author's note: Please take a moment to consider whether this story is something you wish to read. The choice to engage with this content is entirely yours, and I am not responsible for what you choose to read on the internet. By proceeding, you acknowledge that the decision is your own, and I waive any responsibility for your choice to continue.

Especially with this chapter a reminder: This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person.

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"Are you leaving with Noah tonight, again?” Molly asked, not even trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.

“Stop it Molly.” Clara shushed her. Molly hated what you had with Noah from the beginning and Clara didn’t really care. She said she’s happy if you’re happy, so until Noah hurts you, she won't judge what you two have.

“You know, if you gave him a chance and maybe talked to him for a minute you'd find out he's not that terrible and then maybe he could tell his friend that you stare at everyday about you.” you snapped back, not wanting to be rude, but she was eyeing one of Noah’s friends for a while now, so you just wanted her to know that you’re not the only one interested in a frat boy.

“I’m not staring!”

“Oh you are.” Clara joined the conversation again, scrolling through her phone, but stating the obvious facts.

Molly didn’t have anything more to say, probably feeling a bit embarrassed that she didn’t hide her crush as well as she thought.

“Let’s go so we’re not late.” Clara pushed you both out of the door, tired from this conversation that was repeating every week before you went out.

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Tonight’s party was different, bigger. It was the 60th anniversary of the fraternity Noah was a part of and they went big.

Gallons of alcohol, 6 beer pong tables, uncountable number of red plastic cups and matching t-shirts.

“I swear these fraternity boys are weirdos.” Molly mumbled under her breath as their big shared house came into your view. You had to agree, most of the guys were maybe too much invested in being “brothers” it was creepy. But then there was Noah and his friends, who you wouldn’t guess were part of this fraternity thing. When you asked Noah why he was part of it, he just said that some of the boys wanted to be part of it and the rest just went with it.

You decided to stay outside at their front yard, because the house was full of people and you wanted to be able to breathe fresh air. Clara grabbed the first drinks she could for all three of you, her anxiety getting the best of her – she chugged the whole drink in a second and went to grab another one.

“Well, that’s going to be interesting.” Molly was watching Clara with shock in her eyes, knowing very well that if you leave with Noah, it’s gonna be just her who’s going to have to take Clara back to the dorm.

You found some of your classmates and chatted with them for a bit, then you went inside to find a bathroom to have a minute for yourself.

When you were walking down the stairs you scanned the inside of the big house, looking for Noah. You saw some of his friends, but not him. Maybe he’s not here yet, or maybe he’s not coming tonight at all.

You were fascinated by the number of strangers, wondering where they came from.

Your thoughts were shut of by group of frat boys chanting their pledge next to the stairs and you decided it was time to go outside again.

You didn’t find Molly and Clara where you left them, not that it surprised you. You checked your phone to see if either of them thought that texting you where they went was good idea, but you didn’t see any new notifications.

You started looking for them on your own, occasionally stopping some of the people you knew to ask if they haven’t seen them. No one helped you, until Tim from your English class said he saw them at the bonfire with some guys.

“What guys?”

“I don’t know Ella, but that’s where I saw them like a minute ago.” Tim looked like he’d rather be anywhere else the at this party and honestly you didn’t blame him.

“Okay Tim, thanks.” you gave him a little wave and started walking in the direction of the bonfire.

You expected to see Molly and Clara with some boys from school, but you didn’t know any of the faces your friends were surrounded with.

When drunk Clara spotted you, she stood up and almost fell into your arms.

“Hey guys, this is Ella!” she yelled at them, her finger pointing at you. Suddenly four pairs of eyes were looking at you, one of them being Molly.

“Oh finally,” one of the boys stood up and started walking towards you and Clara, who was holding onto you for her dear life. “I’m Josh, nice to meet you.” He shot you a smile with perfect white teeth.

“Hi, I’m Ella.” you shook his hand, he took the chance to grab it and lead you to sit next to him.

You were still very confused why you were hanging out with those boys and why did Josh looked really happy to see you finally come to meet them.

“So, who are you guys?” you asked them, trying to give Molly a ‘what the hell?’ look, but she looked like she lost herself in Justin’s eyes. Justin was the boy next to Molly and Samuel was the third guy by Clara's side. If anyone who didn’t know you would see you like this, they could’ve thought you’re three happy couples hanging out in the backyard.

“We’re not from here, we were invited by some of our friends to this party.” Samuel said some names of boys from the fraternity which you didn’t know, so you just nodded and sipped your drink, cursing yourself for not getting something stronger than prosecco.

“So, you’re Ella.” Josh turned his attention fully to you, his eyes scanning your whole body.

“That I am.” you shrugged down the weird feeling from his gaze and tried to give him a polite smile.

“What’s your major?”

“Neuropsychology.” At which Josh started laughing, “What’s funny about neuropsychology?”

“Oh sorry, nothing. Just seems like all of the girls are into psychology these days.”

“What’s your major?”

“Structural engineering. Really perspective direction. My dad has a company so I already have a job secured there. I’m gonna take over the company in the future.” Josh said with a proud smirk.

“And that should impress me?” before he could give you an answer you didn’t even want to hear, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. “Sorry.” you excused yourself and moved a bit away from Josh to make some space for yourself.

“I’m late for once and you already found someone else? Ouch.”  from Noah. You knew he was joking, before answering his text you looked around to find him, but you didn’t have any luck.

“I think Josh is going to make me promise I’ll be his assistant when he’s CEO of daddy’s company. Help me.” you sent back, only then noticing that Josh was talking to you again.

“Sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” you noticed how Josh closed the gap between you two, “What did you ask?”

“I asked if you live around here?”

“Yeah, pretty close.” you really didn’t feel like sharing your address with Josh. He just nodded, took a sip from his beer and then looked at Molly and Clara who were probably genuinely interested in his friends.

“Are your friends single? Looks like they get along, maybe we’re looking at future couples.”

“Yeah well, maybe. Hard to tell when Clara is drunk as hell.” you were worried for her, she was a light weigh and she already looked like she had enough. “I think I’m gonna grab myself another drink and water for Clara.”

Before you had the chance to stand up Josh grabbed your hand. You flinched at his touch, slipping your hand away from his. You liked your personal space and Josh was still a stranger, so he shouldn’t be touching you.

“I can grab it for both of you.” he offered.

“No that’s fine, I need to use the bathroom anyway.”

“I can go with you, hold the drinks.”

“Thanks Josh, but I can handle it myself.” and before he could speak up again you left.

For the first time that night you felt grateful for the full house, it gave you comfortable feeling of anonymity and Josh smaller chance to find you.

When you were moving around the kitchen, bottle of water for Clara already waiting for you at the counter, Noah entered the room.

“Hey stranger.” he greeted you with one of his smiles, his mood happier than usual.

“What’s gotten you into this happy mood, Mr. I’m late for once?”

“I don’t know, can’t I have a good day?” Noah shrugged his shoulders, arms crossed on his chest.

He was wearing black shorts and basic white t-shirt, his hair framing his face and his eyes set on you. You found him attractive, of course, but when he was smiley like this, he was adorable.

“You’re cute.”

“What?”

“You’re cute when you’re happy like this, even though is suspicious.”

“Why?”

“Don’t know, you’re not usually this happy.” you mixed your drink between talking to him, “but I like it.”

There was a silence for a minute, before Noah spoke again. “So, who’s your new boyfriend?”

You rolled your eyes at his question. “I left Clara and Molly for a second and when I found them they already had a company. Josh is not good conversation buddy, but I can’t leave them alone. Clara is done, she needs water.”

“Who are they? I haven’t seen them around.”

“Yeah, they’re not from here, but they said some of the guys invited them here for this party.”

“Okay, I’ll ask around.”

“Okay.” you stood with water and your drink ready, looking at Noah if he needs anything else.

“See ya Ell.” he waved his hand at you and disappeared.

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“Come on Clara, drink this, please.” as you predicted, Clara didn’t want to drink anything else than alcohol, so it took you few minutes to convince her, but with Samuel’s help you talked her into it.

“Maybe we should take her home.” Molly suggested.

“No! No, no, nooo! I don’t want to leave yet!” Clara protested, but promised to drink another bottle of water if you’ll let her stay.

You really wanted an excuse to run away from those three bachelors, but drunk Clara was oblivious to that, so you ended up next to Josh once again.

Sipping on your drink you continued to listen half way to him mansplaining something to you. You didn’t really care, so you just nodded and made “mhm” sound once in a while.

After while of his non ending monologue you noticed your head started feeling a bit weird. Your vision was blurry for a second and then it went away, but it repeated few times more. Josh’s voice suddenly felt like he was talking from afar, which was weird considering he was shifting closer and closer to you any chance he got.

“I think I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick.” as you stood up your vision became even more blurry, you didn’t hear Josh asking you if you need help and just headed straight for the bathroom.

Inside the house you looked around, you could see people dancing in the living room, but you didn’t see their faces, they were blurry. Complete silence in your head was changing to extremely loud sounds in seconds.

You found the bathroom on the main floor and went for the door handle, but you touched the wall next to the door.

“Hi Ella.” you heard your name and turned your head in the direction of the voice, but again, you couldn’t see the face straight. You knew it was man with long hair. Matt? Nick? Not Jolly, he would be taller. “Are you okay?” you heard that voice again.

“Ye-yeah.” you went for the handle again and finally found it. You quickly closed the door behind you and slid down.

Looking around the small bathroom you started to feel tears forming in your eyes. You felt scared, you didn’t know what was wrong with your body. You couldn’t see straight and you were starting to feel sick.

You wanted to text Molly, but that wasn’t possible.

You heard two loud bangs on the door you were leaning against and then another male voice “Ella are you okay? Let me in.”

Josh, it was Josh. You really didn’t want him to help you in this state you were currently in, but you also felt like your heart is going to explode from the anxiety.

You moved away from the door and opened it for Josh.

“Hey, there you are, are you okay?” he kneeled down to your level.

“No, no. Josh something is wrong with me.” at that point you felt like you’re either gonna cry or throw up, and you didn’t want to do either.

“Come on, let’s take you somewhere quieter.” Josh said and started pulling you up to your legs.

“Wait, Clara and Molly?” you couldn’t even put a full sentence together, but you wanted your friends.

“They’re still with Sam and Justin, we don’t have to disturb them. I can take care of you.” he gently pushed you out of the bathroom and put one of his hands around your waist.

In that moment you started panicking, looking for any familiar face so you didn’t have to leave with Josh. You knew most of the fraternity boys knew you were hanging out with Noah, so you knew if you’d asked them for help, they would help you. Or if they thought you’re “cheating” on Noah and wanted to confront you, you’d take that as a help too.

“Don’t touch me Josh, please.” you attempted to push his hand away, but his grip on your only got tighter as you were almost at the front door.

The chances of someone stopping you until you leave the house were small now and you heard Josh call a cab for you and him to an address you didn’t know.

“Josh I want to stay.”

“You need to lay down and need someone to look after you. I’ll take ca-“

“What the fuck man!” you heard someone approaching you. Josh stopped walking and turned you both around.

That was when you saw Noah, crossing the path in long strides to where you and Josh were currently standing.

“What do you want?” Josh spat back.

“Where do you think you’re taking her?”

“That’s none of your business man, find another one.” Josh turned you both around again and continued walking.

'Find another one.' replayed in Noah's head one more time, no way he's gonna let somene talk about you like that.

“I swear if you make another step I’ll kill you.” Noah was furious, because he knew. He saw your face full of fear and those empty eyes. Josh put drugs in your drink and now was making you leave with him. “What the fuck did you do to her?”

Noah’s chest was going up and down, his eyes dark and full of anger and his hands turned quickly into fists at his side.

People started looking in your direction, that obviously made Josh nervous, „I didn’t do anything man, she’s drunk and she needs to leave.”

“No, you need to leave her alone before I’ll kill you.” you wanted to run to Noah, but your legs couldn’t move. You tried to push Josh away once more, but he grabbed you by your wrist and you let out a wince, which was Noah’s final straw.

When he saw the face you made when Josh grabbed your waist, he lost it. He saw black. He made two long steps and pushed Josh with full force.

Josh was shocked and let go of your hand, your legs finally moving away from him, leaving Noah and Josh behind you. You looked around and saw all the people watching what was happening, but you only wanted to see two faces. Molly and Clare.

“Come here Elle.” Nick, one of Noah’s friend told you and put his arm around your waist to stabilize you and took you back inside the house, meanwhile Matt went to find your friends.

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“You fucking bastard!” Noah grunted as his fist made contact with Josh’s nose.

Red blood started running down his chin, but Noah couldn’t care less. He pushed Josh again, this time he fell on his ass and Noah took that as a chance to finish this on the ground.

He grabbed him by his collar and yelled “What did you gave her?” in his face.

Josh knew he fucked up, so he stayed silent, only grunting from the pain Noah was causing him.

When Jost stayed silent, Noah didn’t waste any more time on trying to talk to him and punched him more, until he was satisfied with the black eye and busted lip he gave him.

When he stood up, he looked Josh dead in the eyes and said “If I ever see you or your friends here again, you’re dead. Don’t you dare to touch her or any other woman like that again, fucker.”

Everyone stood and watched with their mouths open. On his way back inside Noah got few slaps on his back, but he only wanted to see you, if you’re okay.

He knew Nicholas took you to his room, so that’s where he headed.

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“I’m sorry Ell, I’m so sorry it’s my fault.” Molly sobbed next to you, blaming herself for getting you in danger.

Clara was still drunk, but also shocked from the whole thing, so she was sitting on Nick’s bed, tears running down her face. Both of them were pretty drunk, but thankfully not drugged like you.

You were throwing up, mostly from the sick feeling of what could’ve happen. You heard the door to Nick’s room open and heard Clara say “Oh god.”

She saw Noah in the doorway, with blood on his hands and his white t-shirt, his happy mood long gone.

“Shit man, did you kill him?” Matt asked seriously.

“Where is she?” was Noah’s only concern and Matt nodded in the direction of the bathroom.

Nick stood up and left when he saw Noah, but Molly stayed by your side.

“Leave Molly.”

“No, she’s my best friend and I’m going to take care of her.” she protested.

“Listen, I know you hate me, but I’m full of this bullshit tonight. You’re drunk and so is Clara, so either Matt or Nick is going to take you both to your dorm okay? I’m gonna take care of Ella.”

“But-“

“Shut up Molly, really. Just go.”

And she did, because deep down she knew Noah was right. She was drunk and he wasn’t.

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When everyone left Nick’s room to give you some space, Noah knelt next to you and held you hair.

When you stopped throwing up, Noah helped you to his car and drove you both to his place.

You were silent the whole time, neither of you starting a conversation.

You were feeling much better after you threw up everything, but you still felt dizzy and tired.

“You can take shower and then go to bed, okay?” Noah led you to his bathroom when you entered his apartment, like you were at there for the first time ever, “Are you hungry? Do you want water? Anything else?”

“No.” you spoke finally, your voice hoarse.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you in the bedroom, take your time.”

You spent half an hour in the shower, crying and trying to wash off Josh’s hand from your body. When you felt like there was no more energy in you, you stepped out of the shower stall and dried yourself off.

You opened the door and Noah took that as sign to walk into the bathroom. He helped you wash off the rest of your make up and detangle your hair. He hated the empty look in your eyes when he glanced at you in the mirror.

"I'm sorry I didn't frag you away earlier, I should know they were dangerous. They are strangers, I should have told you something. I'm sorry Ella."

Noah felt guilty, but you didn't want him to. You wouldn't have listened to him if he told you to not talk to them.

Noah gave you his t-shirt to change into and then you went straight for the bed.

“Do you feel better?” Noah asked before he helped you slide under the covers.

“Yes.” you looked at him properly for the first time since the fight and saw all the blood, “Oh god you look horrible.”

“You should see the other guy.” Noah tried to crack a joke to ease your mood and it helped. You gave him small smile and told him to go shower.

When he laid next to you, you were almost asleep.

“Thank you Noah.” it was short, but he knew exactly what you meant.

You two weren’t in love, but you had some kind of relationship, even if it was just having sex.

He couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.

He held you that night, even when you woke up crying and pushing him away.

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Day 11 of Halloween steddie!

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Eddie felt guilty instantly for daring Steve to keep up with him drink for drink. Every time he took a sip of his beer, so did Steve, and he always had a sour look left on his face after. Eddie was about 3 beers in, and Steve was finishing his third.

“Steve, you don’t have to do this to yourself.” Eddie said, tossing his bottle into the garbage, looking back at Steve.

“Yeah I do, because you dared me.” Steve said already slightly slurring as he finished off his own bottle stumbling over to throw it away.

Eddie reached out and was ready to catch him if he lost his balance. “Lightweight Steve huh. With the way the school hyped you up, I could’ve sworn you could keep up.” Eddie said laughing as Steve gave him a look of disagreement. “I was a keg king, it’s different.” He said, walking back to the living room, grabbing the door frame as he did.

Eddie followed grabbing two more beers on his way, opening them up, passing one to Steve. “Here you go, keg king…”

Steve looked at him like he was crazy, slowly reaching up and taking it from him. “Another one? Really?” Steve said as he took a sip and looked miserable.

“Next time we can drink something you prefer.” Eddie said sitting down next to him, taking a sip as well. “When we’re done with this I have an idea.” Eddie said, looking over at Steve with mischievous eyes.

It was about a half an hour later when Eddie saw the time was 8:30, he scrambled to slam the rest of his beer. “Okay we gotta go if we’re going to do this.” Eddie said looking back at Steve expectantly. “What?” He said, looking back at Eddie with confused eyes.

His confused eyes turned to concerned as he realized what Eddie was waiting on. “I’m sorry- you want me to chug this?” Steve said, starring at his half full bottle.

“I mean- yeah you were the king of the keg, I figured you can chug it.” Eddie said slightly mumbling, but still loud as ever. He was leaning against the doorframe waiting for Steve to get it over with.

“Stevieee.” Eddie said with his eyebrows raised. “You can do it.”

Steve took a deep breath, and then cocked his head back, and Eddie watched as he gulped down the last half of his beer, eyes wincing with each swallow. He slammed the empty bottle down on the table, letting out a disgusted sigh, his tongue out as he shuddered standing up and swaying slightly, looking over to Eddie with anger in his eyes.

“Never make me do that again.” He said, staggering over to Eddie, falling into his chest as he did. “Woah.”

Oh no what did I do… Eddie thought quickly realizing Steve was getting more drunk by the second. “Okay Eddie.” Steve muttered into his chest, his arms just dangling at his sides, his whole body weight resting on Eddie, who was having a hard time holding them both up.

“So what did you have planned.” He asked from the depths of eddies chest, fabric muffling the sound.

“Well I was gonna go ding dong ditching, maybe scare some innocent civilians, but we can stay here if you’re not feeling up for it.” Eddie said, reaching a a hand up to hold him around his waist. “No no- you said to keep up, so this is me- keeping up.” Steve said with a stubborn, determined attitude.

“Alright, you just tell me if you’re not having fun okay?” Eddie said making sure Steve knew they could always go home.

It was about 10 houses in, and Steve was drunker than Eddie would like to admit. Who knew 4 beers would do that to a guy. Eddie laughed to himself, turning to tell Steve they should go home, and saw him going to another house.

He staggered and swayed, and when he reached the door and knocked, he just stood there. Eddie rushed over to try and tell Steve to run but as soon as he got next to him; the door opened. Eddie looked up sheepishly at the burly man who answered the door, waiting for them to say anything.

Eddie opened his mouth and went to talk but got interrupted by Steve, who drunkenly through half open eyes, said an ominous “I’m not here.” He said it slowly and backed up, repeating it over and over again.

“I’m not here… I’m not here.. I’m not here…” and Eddie not knowing what to do, bust into laughter looking back at the man who was unimpressed and unamused. Eddies laughter stopped as he let out a quick “sorry about him.” Giving him a sheepish smile, Turning around on his heel, and quickly walked over to Steve who was still backing up and repeating himself.

“Steve- steve oh my god- did you see his face.” Eddie laughed grabbing onto Steve as they both laughed. “Why did you do that?” Eddie grabbed his stomach and turned around leading them back to their house.

“I don’t even know.” Steve said wheezing, his feet staggering unable to stay steady as he walked, gripping onto Eddie.

“Hang on-“ Steve said, bending over. “Wait - this isn’t fun anymore-“

Eddie watched as Steve tried to collect himself, letting out groans. “You alright Stevie?” He asked, rubbing his back. Only being met with a head shake. “Mmhm-“ Steve hummed a no. “Home- home- water-“ he said, standing straight and grabbing eddies jacket, pulling him as he made a direct exit to the house.

Steve threw up once before they made it home, guilt eating Eddie alive as they stumbled through the front door. “Come on Steve, let’s get you cleaned up and we can go to bed.”

Steve groaned as he walked to the bathroom behind Eddie, shuffling his feet and holding his stomach. Eddie left him to strip himself of his dirty clothes, that may have been covered in throw up, hurrying around the house to grab new clothes and a glass of water. He went back to the bathroom and knocked lightly as he opened the door, eyes scanning for Steve who was in an empty bathtub, clothes still on.

“Oh- Steve-“ Eddie said, trying to hold back his laughter as Steve started saying something about “washing me and my clothes-“ grabbing his hand as he reached for the faucet to turn it on. “Baby- you gotta take those off if you’re gonna take a bath.” Eddie said laughing reaching over to help him, Steve groaning as Eddie tried his best to get him out of the tub.

After cleaning up, they slowly made their way to the bedroom, where Eddie helped Steve climb into their bed. He kissed him on the forehead and told him he’d be right back, quickly leaving to grab the dirty clothes from the bathroom and throwing them in the laundry room. Then he made a pit stop at the kitchen to grab some pain meds for the morning, and beelined for the bedroom, already missing his Stevie.

He took off his own clothes and changed income pajama pants, crawling into bed with an already passed out Steve, who only stirred when Eddie grabbed him and pulled him close. Steve was warm and his skin felt like heaven against eddies, he laid kisses to his back and before he knew it. He was asleep too.

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BABYDOLL: CHAPTER THREE. SOMETHING STUPID

jj maybank x fem!routledge OC // read on Ao3

In which a boy with zero self preservation falls in love with a girl clawing at life.

chapter summary. party at the boneyards takes a turn into a turf war; jj’s in the dog house; lying to the cops is always a good idea; and the pogues explore the sunken ship for treasure

word count. 7.6 || masterlist

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The Kegger at the Boneyard went off without a hitch. Everyone was ready to soak up the August sun, meeting on common ground with a temporary peace treaty made of beers in plastic cups. 

Lottie refilled her cup and gazed around at the collection of teens sprawled across the beach. Kooks wore their preppy clothes, drinks in hand, and tried not to glare too hard at the Pogues they had to share the space with, considering the Boneyard was a part of the Cut. Tourists joined in the partying as well, fitted with sunburns and wide eyes, taking advantage of the unknown territory and faces they’d never see again once their week was over. 

An arm came down around her shoulders and a cup of beer was waved in front of her face. “Five bucks says I can finish a cup before you,” JJ challenged. 

She cocked her head to the side, skeptically. “Since when do you have five dollars?” 

He used his free arm to pat his back pocket. “Right here, Lot.” Something told her he was lying and there was nothing but a candy wrapper in his pocket, but she agreed anyway. They both made sure their cups were equally filled to the brim before a couple of kids around them began counting down. At the count of one, they tipped their cups back and started chugging. 

Beer dribbled down Lottie’s chin and was bitter in her mouth, but she didn’t waiver, determined to win. She swallowed the last sip before hastily throwing her cup down and throwing her arms up. JJ was just one second after her, declaring her the winner. The group around them cheered as Lottie bowed. 

JJ wiped his mouth, defeated. “That was cold, dude. Schooled my ass.” 

Lottie held out her palm. “That’ll be five dollars, Maybank. Pay up.” He scrunched his nose, making the same face he always did when he was about to try to bullshit his way out of something. Lottie had seen him make that face a million times since they were little. 

“Can I make you a counteroffer?” 

With a roll of her eyes, she said, “I knew you couldn’t pay up!” 

To be fair, I thought I’d win.” JJ started patting around all of his pockets, looking for something else to give her in place of cash, as she suspected. She was going to tell him to forget it, but his eyes lit up with an idea. “Ah, here we go. This is technically priceless, so, really, you’re robbing me here. But you’re pretty, so I’ll allow it.” 

Heat rose to Lottie’s face. The alcohol, she thought. 

JJ pulled off one of the braided bracelets he always wore on his wrist. It had a singular bead on it with the letter J painted on it. He gestured for her to give him her hand and she obliged. It was a little large on her wrist, so he re-tied it to fit. 

“Wow,” she said. “I’m honored.” The bracelet was cute, better than five bucks if she was being honest. 

They picked up their tossed cups from the sand, preventing a long lecture from Kiara about how they all needed to give more to the environment. She often drunkenly ranted about it when she made them all pick up the Boneyard in the middle of the night right away people left the Keggers. 

Lottie wiped the sand from the rim and made sure there wasn’t any inside before she refilled her once more. JJ stood shoulder to shoulder with her, gazing around at the crowd as he waited his turn at the keg. 

“Hey, look who showed up,” he said, pointing at a group of Kooks. Among them stood a blonde in a blue and purple sundress, not paying attention to what the group around her was saying. 

“Kie’s gonna be pissed.” Sarah Cameron didn’t often attend Keggers, but since she had started dating a Kook named Topper, she’d been coming around more. He and his friends always showed up, looking for trouble. 

The blonde must’ve felt them staring because she met Lottie’s gaze. Sarah said something to her boyfriend before she started walking right toward them. 

“Uh, why is the princess coming over here?” 

Lottie shrugged, staying put and watching as Sarah grabbed her bag from the sand before continuing towards them. JJ slowly backed away, probably not wanting to be caught talking to Sarah by Kie. He fell into another group of Pogues, quickly distracted. 

“Hey,” Sarah greeted. 

“Hey?” 

Sarah held out her hand, presenting a neatly folded pair of shorts to Lottie. “I wanted to give these back to you, and Wheezie wasn’t sure when you were working next.” 

“Oh!” Lottie relaxed slightly, taking the shorts she had let Sarah’s little sister borrow. She had worried the Kook princess wanted to pick a fight or something, even if that was more her boyfriend’s scene. The Kooks always had a way of surprising you, and usually not in a good way. 

“Thanks,” Lottie said. “Is she still boycotting the club?” 

“Until Midsummers, at least.” Midsummers was the event of the year for most Kooks. Lottie started attending as Kiara’s plus one since her parents refused to let any of the other Pogues come. Kie always managed to thrift the most beautiful dresses for both of them, despite her hating the event. She went to appease her parents, but Lottie liked pretending to be a Kook for a night. They would rob the club of shrimp cocktails and steal champagne from the kitchen until they snuck off to smoke with the boys back at the Chateau. 

“There’s no chance my dad lets her sit it out,” Sarah said. Something over Lottie’s shoulder caught Sarah’s eye before she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “Thanks for helping her out, again.” 

“Yeah, of course.” Sarah offered Lottie a small smile before she walked away, back toward her friends. Lottie left to find the bag she had discarded when they first arrived and shoved the shorts inside before she lost them on the beach. 

“Why were you talking to Sarah Cameron?” Kie appeared behind Lottie, her face pinched in confusion and a familiar annoyance that always filled her face when there was even a mention of Sarah.  

Lottie was hoping Kie hadn’t seen her, but she didn’t get so lucky. 

“I let her little sister borrow a pair of shorts while I was working. She was just returning them.” 

The scowl on Kie’s face faded slightly, but her bleeding annoyance pricked the air. Lottie grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction of the keg. “Come on, let’s get you another drink, yeah?” 

Kie relented, squeezing Lottie’s hand as she led them to the drinks. JJ was hanging around it, chatting with some Tourons, otherwise known as tourists, but he slipped away once he spotted the girls, rejoining them. Together, they topped off their cups and started bouncing from group to group, drinking, chatting, and laughing as the sun set over the ocean. 

The darkness didn’t stop the party. Drinks kept flowing until teens were stumbling around with buzzed smiles, hanging off of each other. 

Lottie and her friends made their way to the water’s edge. She watched as the soft waves washed over her toes and soaked in the sweet smell of salt water and booze. 

“Hey, you want this one?” JJ asked, approaching Lottie with two cups in hand. She had refilled her not too long ago and wasn’t looking to get totally trashed, so she declined. John B. was ready to take it, but JJ pulled away and called out to the group standing off to the side of them. 

“Hey, Sarah! Can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?” 

“No thanks,” she declined. Hovering over her shoulder, Topper eyed the group with a hint of disgust twisted on his face. 

“Come on,” JJ slurred slightly. “Is it not fancy enough for you?” 

Sarah shook her head. “No, we’re just leaving-” 

Topper stepped around her, cutting her off. “You know what? I’ll take it. Thanks, man.” His voice was laced with sarcasm. He reached for the cup, but JJ jerked his arm back. 

“That’s nice, but I wasn’t asking you. Now, if you had said ‘pretty please,’ then maybe.” 

Lottie tugged gently on JJ’s arm, feeling the tension between the two groups steadily rising. The Kooks liked a lot of things: throwing parties, using their daddies' money to make all of their problems go away, and picking fights with the Pogues. Not that they were innocent, either. They had just as much fun getting under the Kooks' suntanned skin, but at the end of the day, there would always be more consequences for the Pogues. 

Trying to hand Sarah the drink again, JJ got just what he was looking for, a pissed-off Topper. He smacked the cup right out of JJ’s hands, sending the drink splashing all over. She knew right then it was over. JJ reared up to go at Topper, but John B held him back. For a moment, she thought her brother was going to break up the fight before it even started. But then Topper shouted, “Dirty Pogues!” And that was enough for John B. to shove Topper hard in the gut, sending him stumbling backward. 

“Jesus Christ,” Lottie muttered under her breath. The Boneyard was supposed to be the one place where everyone at least faked nice with each other, getting along just long enough to share drinks before they parted ways and returned to being at each other’s throats. 

Topper hauled off and tackled John B. launching them in a full-fledged scuffle. 

Pope cupped his hands round his mouth, trying to reel in John B. “We’re supposed to be incognito, remember!” 

Across the circle of people watching the boys throw punches and wrestle each other to the ground, Sarah tried to call off her boyfriend, but neither John B. nor Topper was listening to anyone. 

Topper landed a punch to John B.’s face, sending him to the ground. The crowd ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed,’ watching sick excitement. Lottie was not entertained but was growing rather concerned as her brother started to lose his upper hand in the fight. 

While he was down, Topper kicked him hard in the gut, sprawling him out in the shallow water of the incoming tide. Their clothes became soaked at John B. tackled Topper into the water. 

“We gotta go, man!” Pope yelled, his voice in a clear state of panic. 

All of the shouts mingled together, making them harder to make out as John B. punched Topper square in the jaw. Beside Lottie, she could hear JJ shout, “That’s my boy!” She glared at him. “Come on, he’s kicking his ass.” 

He spoke too soon. 

More punches and tackles were delivered until Topper got the upper hand, shoving John B.’s head into the sand, under the water just deep enough to cover his face. He kept a firm grip on the back of John B.’s head, not letting him up to breathe. 

“He’s drowning him!” one of the Pogues yelled. 

Lottie’s heart raced in her chest as panic pooled in her veins. She wasn’t a fighter, even in the slightest, but the sight of her brother struggling under Topper’s hold mixed with the collection of beers she had consumed. She balled up her fists and ran toward the fight. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” JJ yelled. “Lot, stop!” He reached out to grab her, his fingers ghosting her wrist, but she was faster, darting towards her brother. She shoved Topper with all her strength, causing him to waiver just slightly, but he didn’t let go. 

“Get off of him!” 

Topper screamed back, “Stay out of it!” 

In an irrational and hasty decision, Lottie threw a punch, hitting Topper in the jaw near the same place John B. had hit. Topper yelled out in pain, cupping his jaw and letting go of John B. for a moment. Despite him being free of Topper’s grasp, John B. didn’t move from his spot face down in the water. 

Her hand hurt like a bitch as she cradled it to her chest, watching with wide eyes as Topper flared his nose in anger and fixed his position, pressing down even harder on the back of her brother’s head. Lottie tried to get close again, but Topper threw his elbow back, the bone colliding with her nose. 

The force sent her backward, landing in the water with a groan as people’s shouts shifted from thrilled cheers to gasps. 

She tasted blood in her mouth, spilling from her throbbing nose. She covered the lower half of her face with her hands, blinking back the tears of pain as her head reeled from the hit. 

In a blur of movement, someone stood behind Topper and placed something against the back of his head. JJ. JJ and his stupid gun. JJ was holding the gun he stole to Topper’s head. 

“He’s got a gun!” one of the crowd members yelled, causing people to scatter off the scene. 

“I know you know what this is,” JJ said, his hand shaking just slightly. The change in the air was sudden, nauseating, as things went from bad to worse.  

Topper stuck his hands in the air. “We’re good, man. We’re good!” JJ didn’t move. 

“Kie!” Sarah cried. “Can you check your psycho friend?!” 

After a few more tense seconds, JJ lifted the gun from Topper’s head and aimed it straight up in the air. “Everyone listen up! Get the hell off our side of the Island!” He let out two shots, the pops echoing loudly in the one peaceful night. More people started to panic, running in every direction as they scrambled to leave the beach. Kie and Pope started berating JJ, shoving and cursing him out. 

Lottie wiped the blood from her nose before crawling over to her brother. John B. had rolled over, no longer submerged. He groaned between labored breaths. She helped him sit up, patting his back as he coughed up the water he ingested. 

Despite the only light being from the moon, Lottie could tell his eyes were unfocused. “Hey, you still with me?” she asked as his eyelids started to flutter. He muttered something she couldn’t make out before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body slumped forward. She caught him before his face crashed back into the water. 

“Guys!” Lottie’s voice cracked as she yelled, drawing her friends’ attention away from their argument. “Some help, please?!” 

They all hurried towards her once they noticed the unconscious John B. in her arms. Pope and JJ hauled him up, slinging his arms around their shoulders before they started half carried and half dragged him to the van. 

Lottie followed behind them, along with Kie, holding her nose and trying to make the pain stop. 

Kiara gently squeezed Lottie’s shoulder, brows furrowed in concern. “Are you alright?” 

“Fine,” she replied, wincing at the blood that stained her hands. Above that, though, she was more concerned about John B. That wasn’t the first time he had gotten into a fight. A couple of punches had been through, but Topper trying to drown him and JJ pulling a gun went miles above any fight the Pogues had gotten into before. They already were walking on thin ice between finding Scooter’s sunken boat and the man’s stash of cash and a gun in his motel room. If anyone somehow connected the gun JJ had to the one stolen and decided to pull it on a bunch of Kooks, they all were in deep shit. 

Kie frowned, gazing at the three boys struggling ahead of them. “I don’t know why we hang out with these guys.” 

“Me neither.” 

“At least you showed the whole island you know how to throw a punch.” 

Lottie cracked a small smile as they approached the van. The boys placed John B. down in the back of the Twinkie before the rest of them packed in. Pope was the only one who didn’t drink, knowing someone would need to drive them home. 

They stayed silent on the ride back. The only noise was the soft hum of the radio until they reached the Chateau. The boys placed John B. in his bed while Lottie retreated into hers. She changed out of her swimsuit and into an old pair of sweats and a t-shirt, tiredness started to creep in as the events of the night caught up with her. 

In the dim lamplight, she sat down at her desk and stared at her swollen nose in the mirror. Her knuckles ached too from the single punch she managed to throw. There would probably be a nasty bruise across her nose in the morning, but at least she’d match the gnarly black eye John B. would wake up with. It made her feel a little better that Topper would probably look like shit too in the morning. 

A small knock sounded from the other side of the door. Without turning around, she told them to come in, figuring it was Kie coming to bunk with her for the night or bid her goodbye. Instead, JJ entered, lingering in the doorway with a nervous smile. 

Through the reflection in her mirror, Lottie glared at him. “What?” 

“You’re not mad at me too, are you?” 

She scoffed, spinning around in her chair. “Seriously? What do you think?” 

He shrugged, looking a little irritated himself, which Lottie didn’t think he had the right to. “He was gonna drown him, Lot. Someone had to do something.” 

“I was trying!” 

It was his turn to scoff. “Yeah, and how did that work out?” 

She ignored him and returned her attention to her nose. JJ didn’t take the hint to leave. Instead, he softly closed the door and sat down on the edge of her bed. 

They sat in silence for a moment while Lottie tried to see if her nose was broken. She didn’t exactly know how to tell, but she assumed it would hurt more, or maybe she’d be able to tell by poking around the bone. When she touched the bridge of her nose, a hiss of pain escaped her lips. That must’ve been right where Topper’s elbow hit. 

“Alright, look,” JJ blurted out. “Was it stupid? Yeah. But you don’t mess with the Pogues!” 

Lottie sighed. “I get that, JJ. But a gun? What were you thinking?” 

His gaze was heavy, burning into the back of her head. She gave in, facing him once more to see his conflicted gaze and alcohol-flushed cheeks. “How’s your nose?”  

“Don’t change the subject.” 

He rolled his eyes, but there was no malice behind it. “I’m just sick of those Kooks getting away with that kind of shit, okay? They show up on our side of the island, try to drown John B., and almost break your nose. I can’t let that slide, Lot. If no one checks them, they’re gonna keep pulling this shit.” 

That may have been true, but that was a fact Lottie had accepted a long time ago. The more money you had, the more bullshit you could get away with; that was a simple fact of life. She thought the best way to avoid the Kook’s shit was to stay out of it and stay bitter from afar. They’d always get a free pass to get away with whatever they wanted to because their daddy or mommy could make any problem go away with some money that probably wouldn’t even put a dent in their accounts. 

“They’ve always gotten away with this shit,” she said. “Going all psycho on their asses isn’t gonna change that; it’s only going to piss them off.” 

“Yeah, well, pissing people off is my secret talent.” 

She bit back a smile. “It’s not really a secret.” She yawned, glancing at her clock on the wall that read nearly four in the morning. “I’m going to bed. Did you need anything?” 

JJ stood up, twisting his hat around in his hands. “Kie kinda took the couch in the living room and Pope’s on the porch….” Lottie stared at him. “Bad timing, I get it. No worries. I’ll just head home.” He turned on his heel, heading towards the door, but before he could leave, Lottie chucked a pillow at the back of his head. 

“You get the floor,” Lottie told him, crawling under her covers. He smiled, grabbing the blanket folded at the end of her bed and setting up a makeshift bed on the floor. 

Lottie turned the lights off and closed her eyes, exhausted. 

“Night Lot,” JJ whispered. 

“Night JJ.” 

➤

Lottie had hoped the morning would be peaceful, healing hangovers and icing wounds, but she couldn’t get that lucky. She had woken up to her friends having fled the Chateau and John B. waking her up with a frantic knock on her door, telling her the sheriff had shown up. 

Sheriff Peterkin had arrived on behalf of DCS. 

“They wanted me to see how y’all were doin’.” She looked between the twins. “So, who are y’all doing, besides the…” she gestured to her eye and nose, where the twins had growing bruises.  

“We’re great. Fantastic, even,” John B. replied. “Thanks for coming by.” 

“I’m glad to hear that, but I’ve heard a few things that worried me. Let me see if I can remember.” Lottie sat at the table, chewing on her fingers while her brother tried to clean up the beer bottles as casually as he could. “I heard that your guardian, Uncle Teddy, hasn’t been in the state in three months.” 

Lottie cleared her throat when Peterkin’s eyes fell on her. “Yeah, no. That’s not true-” 

The sheriff held up her hand, cutting Lottie off. “You don’t have to say anything. I know it's true,” she said. “I called the school. They said you, John B., were a good student but now you’re failing all your classes? And you, Charlotte, used to be so involved until you dropped all your extracurriculars.” 

After their dad disappeared, Lottie didn’t have much motivation to attend six a.m. swim team practices or stick around after school for student council. Besides, she didn’t have time after picking up more shifts at the Island Club, trying to keep their lights on. Even though their dad made a meager paycheck, it was more money than they currently had coming in between the two teens. 

“I’m only failing one class. History,” John B. said. “And it’s only because that dude’s a dick. He has it out for me.” 

Peterkin picked up a joint left lying on the coffee table. Underage drinking and smoking, they were lucky Peterkin didn’t seem overly interested in that. She grew up in the Cut, probably not too dissimilar from the Routledge's. If she bothered to arrest every kid drinking or smoking on the island, there’d be very few kids left. 

“And you?” 

“I got a job,” Lottie replied. “More practical, you know?” 

Peterkin hummed. “I also heard there was a fight yesterday at the beach, and a gun was involved.” 

Lottie’s throat went dry, panic inching its way up from her stomach. Luckily her brother kept his cool a bit better than she was. “A gun?” he scoffed. “No. Did I get in a dust-up? Yeah. And did my sister here break it up? Also yeah. But was there a gun? No way.” 

“That’s okay,” Peterkin said. “I know who it was. I’ll get to him.” 

Lottie’s fingers found the bracelet JJ had given her the night before. He was going to be in deep shit, meaning they’d all probably find themselves in deep shit. Not all of them had much to lose, but they had some stuff. Lottie could not go to juvie. 

“Listen, all I’m worried about right now is makin’ sure you two are in a safe home.” 

“Yeah, super safe,” John B. said. “Besides, Uncle T. is coming back so…” 

Peterkin tilted her head to the side, not looking like she believed him one bit. “Is that what he told you?” The twins both nodded. “Well, if he’s coming back, I think you guys should be allowed to stay. But, if I stick my neck out for you two, you have to help me out.” 

“What does that mean, exactly?” asked Lottie. 

“It means, a body was found in the marsh yesterday. Were you guys in the marsh yesterday?” 

Lottie resisted the urge to start biting her fingernails again, not wanting to give away her nervousness. John B. looked a little taken back by her question, but he held it together enough to answer. “Yeah, we were fishin’ for some drum.” 

“Did you catch anything?” 

“Nah, we were skunked.” 

Peterkin stood a step closer to John B. She spoke low, her tone giving away that she knew something about Scooter’s wreck. “Strange. Fishing’s usually good after a storm. All sorts of things get stirred up.” She paused, glancing at Lottie. “You come across a wreck yesterday?” 

“Nope,” Lottie replied. 

The Sheriff sighed. “You two are skimmin’ just above the surface.” She twirled her finger in a circle, level with her chest. “Down here is foster care or juvie. That’s a pretty far drop for two smart kids like yourselves.” She raised her hand above her head. “Up here is you two and your little friends doing whatever you want. It’s your choice. The Outer Banks or foster care on the mainland.” 

The twins exchanged a look, an unspoken ‘we’re in way overheads here.’ 

“You kids are one inch above the surface right now. If I were you, I’d start flappin’ my wings,” continued Peterkin. “Now, are you sure you didn’t across a wreck yesterday?” 

John B. nodded his head. “Yeah, we’re sure.” 

Lottie followed up with a “Positive.” 

“It’s better that you didn’t, you understand?” Peterkin said. If the money, gun, sunken boat, and dead body weren’t enough of an indication that they shouldn’t keep poking around, Peterkin’s intense gaze sure did. “I’m gonna look the other way as long as you guys and your friends stay out of the marsh.” 

She started to leave, giving the house one last look over before clicking her tongue. “I have dogs livin’ better than this. I’d suggest cleaning up.” She pushed the screen door, leaving and letting it slam against the frame. 

Closing his eyes, John B. hung his head in his hands while Lottie slumped down beside him on the couch, kicking a few empty beer cans out of the way in the process. 

“What are we doing?” she asked. 

He blew air from his cheeks and shrugged. “Something really stupid.” 

“We can’t get thrown into foster care. They can’t split us up and take us away from our friends.” She couldn’t hide the fear in her voice, the thought of being without any of them made her stomach churn. She’d spent her entire life at her twin’s side. Their friends were too large a part of their lives too. What would they do without each other? Sure, JJ, Kie, and Pope would still have one another on the island, but they were a team of five not three. They all played a part. Without one single piece, they were incomplete. 

John B. sat up a little straighter, his expression morphing into one of determination. “I told you, that’s not gonna happen.” He wrapped an arm around Lottie’s shoulders and she dropped her onto his shoulder. 

“Juvie’s not any better.” 

“That’s not gonna happen either. I’ll tell the others we’re callin’ it off, okay? We stay out of the marsh and avoid all of that.” 

Telling the others went about as well as Lottie expected. 

“You guys really believe Peterkin is gonna help you out?” JJ asked, his face pinched in disdain for the local law enforcement. It was fair, they almost never were on the Pogues' side, but they didn’t have much of a choice whether or not to believe Peterkin. 

Leaning on the rickety old outside bar, John B. nodded. “Yeah, JJ.” 

The blond scoffed. “An actual cop. You guys are gonna believe a cop?” 

Lottie sat on one of the plastic chairs that somehow survived the hurricane, pulling her legs up against her chest and trying to let the breeze cool off the impending doom of her and her brother’s future that was hanging on a thin thread. 

Shortly after Peterkin left, she had taken a shower to wash the smell of booze off of her from the night. While they waited for their friends to arrive, she and John B. managed to clean up the Chateau, not loving that she had compared their living situation to dogs. They tossed the smoked joints and beer cans and swept up all of the sand they’d tracked in. The place smelled and looked a lot better, which did help Lottie feel a little bit better. Even if DCS still poked around, at least it looked like someone responsible was taking care of their house and they weren’t living like in some teenager’s dream shit-hole. 

“All we’ve gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple of days, and she’ll help us out,” John B. said. “And it doesn’t help that your ass was the one shooting the gun.” 

JJ rolled his eyes. “You know what? I should have just let Topper drown your ass.” 

“Yeah, because he really was gonna drown me.” 

“It sure looked like it!” 

“Enough!” Lottie said, a bit louder than intended, shutting the two boys up before they continued their bickering. “Sorry,” she sighed. “But we would prefer not to get shipped off to the mainland for tossed in juvie, okay? If she says she’ll help us, then what other choice do we have? It’s either we trust her or we end up in who the hell even knows where by the end of the week.” 

Slumping down in the seat beside Lottie, JJ still looked slightly annoyed, not at them but in general. “They always win, don’t they? Kooks versus Pogues. They always win!” he kicked a beer can, sending it flying. 

“It’s okay,” Kie said, in an attempt to cool off the conversation. 

“No, it’s not okay! They don’t want us to go into the marsh. That means there’s something valuable down there and you guys know it.” They had no idea if whatever was in that wreck was worth more than she and John B. staying in the Outer Banks. 

JJ continued, “I understand why you don’t want to go down there.” He looked at Pope. “You’re the golden boy. You got way too much to risk. And you,” he pointed to Kie. “I mean, you’re already rich as fuck anyway. Why bother? But us…” JJ pointed to the three of them left. The three who had been connected at the hip since the third grade. “We’ve got nothin’ to lose!” 

“JJ-” John B. groaned, but he was cut off. 

JJ stood up, leaning against the opposite side of the counter from John B. “Look, I know it didn’t used to be this way for you guys-” 

“I don’t want to talk about this.” 

Lottie rubbed her sore nose with her palm. “We still have stuff to lose, JJ.” 

“Do we really, though?” JJ challenged. 

“Look, that’s it, okay?” John B. started to walk away, but JJ moved in front of him, trying to block his path. John B. shoved the blond hard enough to make him stumble to the side, clearing a path. 

With a huff of annoyance, JJ threw his hands up. “Really? That’s it?” He followed after John B. unrelenting as ever. “I have a plan!” 

Lottie dropped her head to her knees, having a bad feeling JJ wasn’t going to stop until John B. agreed. And if there was one thing she knew about her brother, he was easy to wear down. That was great for her, when she wanted to steal the Twinkie or when they were little fighting over who got to drive the boat when they went out with their dad. But it was bad when it came to the plans that JJ came up with. 

“You got the key to Cameron’s big boat, right?” JJ asked. “There’s scuba gear on there. Rich people always have scuba gear. We just borrow that, then we go down to the wreck this afternoon. That’s what gonna save you guys. You don’t see rich kids going into foster care, do you?” Lottie could see the wheels turning in her brother’s head. 

Rich kids didn’t go into foster care because life always worked in their favor. Lottie wasn’t sure some get-rich-quick scheme was going to work out the same for them. 

Looking between Kie and Pope, she asked, “When this backfires and we get sent away, will you guys write me letters?” 

Pope nodded with sincerity. “But only if I can write them like a wife whose husband is away at war.” He cleared his throat before putting on a horrible, high-pitched British accent. “It’s been sixty-nine days since you left. It’s so cold here. I am surrounded by idiots.” 

Kie snorted out a laugh before mimicking Pope’s accent. “My dearest Lot, the children miss you so.” 

“The children?”

“Yeah, remember? The pet rocks I have on my windowsill, our children.” 

Lottie placed a hand over her heart. “Oh, the children! How I miss their googly eyes that they inherited from their mother!” Kie lightly slapped Lottie’s arm as all three of them fell into a fit of laughter. 

From the yard, a couple of feet away, John B. and JJ gazed at them, confused. 

“So…are we doing this?” JJ asked. 

John B. met Lottie’s eyes, waiting for her to make the call. She knew it was a bad idea, terrible even, one of their worst ones yet. But if they all were on board, she had no choice but to be too. 

After John B. stole the Cameron’s scuba gear, they ventured back to the boat wreck. Lottie sat off to the side, biting her nails as they tried to come up with a game plan. 

Kie checked the tanks that John B. stole, frowning as she gapped on the gauge. “This is empty,” she said. “You stole empty tanks?” 

“You didn’t check them before?” Lottie asked her brother, who sputtered for an answer before just shrugging. 

Searching the other tanks, Kie found one that was a quarter full, which meant only one of them could venture down to the sunken boat. 

“Does anyone know how to dive?” Kie asked. They all sat in silence, exchanging glances in hopes that at least one of them knew what they were doing. 

“It’s kind of a Kook sport,” JJ said. 

“I read about it once,” said Pope. 

Lottie knew she was the best swimmer out of the group, which probably was more useful than having read about diving once before. Despite her wanting to spend her evening doing anything else, she volunteered. “It can’t be that hard, right?” 

JJ nodded. “Right. You just gotta put the thing in your mouth and breathe. Simple enough.” 

“Well, if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets in your blood and you get the bends,” Pope, ever the optimist, informed them. 

“The bends? Like, you bend over and-” 

“The bends kill you,” Pope cut JJ off. 

As she started reaching for the scuba gear, she hesitated at Pope’s words. So far her recent options for her future consisted of foster care, juvie, or death. Fantastic. 

John B. grabbed the gear before she could. “I’ll go. I can dive.” 

“Are you sure?” She wasn’t fond of the idea of any of them dying, but if she was going, she could at least control the outcome better. 

He nodded, putting the gear on. “I’m sure. I’m gonna get us out of this mess.” 

John B. had been saying that since their dad disappeared. He’d been acting like an odd mix of an older brother when it came to Lottie, and a reckless teenage boy when it came to everybody else. Technically, he was the older twin, but only by three and a half minutes, which she didn’t think counted. Lottie didn’t need to be taken care of; she was more than capable of handling their issues alongside him, but Kie had said it was a dude thing. He was trying to be the ‘man of the house’ and fill the gap their dad left. But the thing was, their dad hadn’t even acted that way towards Lottie. The older she got, the more of an afterthought he treated her, focusing more on John B. She was sure her brother hadn’t noticed that, though. 

“Let me do some calculations real quick,” Pope said. After scribbling some numbers on a piece of paper with a golf pencil, he decided that John B. needed to make a safety stop at ten feet for no shorter than two minutes to prevent getting the bends and dying. 

Wordlessly, Kiara pulled off her shirt and jumped into the water. 

“What was that about?” Pope asked, in regards to Kie. 

John B. shrugged. “I don’t know.” 

“Boys, focus.” Lottie drew their attention back to the task at hand. 

JJ held up a small cylinder object, showing it to John B. “When you get down there, look for the cargo hold. You’ll stick this thing inside, then twist and pull, okay?” John B. nodded, pocketing the object. 

After thirty seconds or so, Kie popped up, slicking back her wet hair. “I tied my shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down,” she said. “That’s where you need to do your safety stop.” 

Once he was all geared up and his head packed with instructions, John B. stood on the edge of the boat, ready to go. 

Pope left them all with one last, cheerful, thought. “If we get caught out here, we’re basically screwed so better get a move on.” 

“Copy that.” He steadied himself before jumping in and sinking under, leaving a few bubbles popping on the surface. 

There was a brief moment, as the fiery orange sun painted the sky with a stunning sunset, when Lottie let herself calm down just slightly and be hopeful. Maybe they were onto something. Or maybe she was just desperate to hope so. But the second there was a stillness that settled over the marsh, the sound of a siren startled them all. 

Lottie’s head snapped to the side, where the noise was coming from, bringing a boat carrying two police officers toward them. 

“Shit,” Pope hissed. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. What did I just say?!” 

“Just act normal!” Kie said, trying to sit casually on the bench beside Lottie, who followed her lead. She tried to hide her panic behind a straight face, watching as the two officers approached. Two police encounters on the same day did not bode well for her anxiety.

“How you kids doing?” Deputy Shoupe greeted them, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. “You know the marsh is closed.” 

They all shared glances, faking surprise. “Oh, no,” JJ replied. “We didn’t know that.” 

Pope cleared his throat. “Why is it closed?” 

“We’re conducting a search out here for a boat that went down. You guys seen anything?”  They all shook their heads and answered with overlapping ‘nos.’ Shoupe nodded slowly. He asked to check out their boat, and they had no choice but to agree. As he looked around, Lottie’s leg bounced, unable to keep her nerves hidden in her chest. 

The time ticked by and John B. was due up soon. If he popped up while Shoupe and the other officer were there, they were beyond screwed. But if he stayed under, he’d run out of air before long, considering he only went down less than half a tank. 

JJ slid into the seat beside her and placed a hand on her knee, squeezing it lightly to tell her she needed to cool it before the officers got suspicious. She relaxed slightly under his touch, leaning into his side casually. 

“Where’s your friend you always hang out with?” Shoupe asked. “He here?” 

Kie wore a kind, fake, innocent smile. “He had to work today.” 

He continued to look around, heading toward the front of the boat where John B. was farther below the surface. The sunlight reflected off the water, and she hoped that made it impossible to see the wreck and John B. 

It felt like an eternity that he stood there, waiting to catch them in their lie, but by some miracle, Shoupe backed off. “All right. Well, you let us know if you see anything on your way out.” He and the other officer climbed back onto their boat and drove off. 

Once it was clear the cops couldn’t hear them and were no longer interested in them, the group raced toward the front of the boat, waiting for John B. to return. Glancing down at her watch, Lottie realized he had already run out of air. 

A couple more seconds ticked by before he broke through the surface, gasping for air. They all relaxed at the sight of him, sighing and laughing at their impossibly close call. 

“How’d it go down there?” JJ asked. “Did you find anything?” 

Reaching the ladder, John B. grinned widely. “Did I find anything?” He threw a duffle bag on board. JJ caught it as John B. climbed back onto the boat, riding himself of the scuba gear. 

Before they had the chance to open the bag, Kie drew their attention to something in the distance. “Bogy at two o’clock.” A boat was cursing in their direction, not one that anyone seemed to recognize. “What are they even doing back here? The marsh is closed.” 

“I don’t know,” Lottie said. “But I really don’t wanna find out.” 

Together, they all worked quickly to get the boat ready to head back home, keeping an eye on their approaching company. 

It was two men, and while they were still fairly far away, Lottie didn’t recognize them. It was pretty easy to spot who people were out there, whether by their boat or recognizable faces. At the very least, she could tell if someone was a Kook or a Pogue, but she was stumped. 

John B. started the engine and started turning them around to face the direction they needed. 

The other boat didn’t look to be slowing down but rather was speeding toward them at a slightly alarming rate.

“They’re following us,” Kie said nervously. 

“Dude, you gotta go faster,” JJ told John B., hitting his shoulder. 

“I’m trying!” 

Wind and sea spray flew past them as they gunned it through the marsh. Lottie held onto the back of the captain’s chair, peering over her shoulder at the boat behind them. 

Suddenly, the one not driving lifted something in the air. Lottie didn’t have time to try to make it out before a loud ‘bang’ echoed through the air. They all ducked in surprise, except John B. who was trying to drive. 

“Oh my god!” Lottie gasped, throwing an arm around Kie as they lay on the ground. “They’re shooting at us! Why the hell are they shooting at us?!” Another shot was fired, missing all of them, thankfully, but they all yelled in a mix of surprise and fear. 

Out of everything Lottie had experienced in her sixteen years out on the marsh, being shot at was something new she had never wanted to encounter. 

Kie shook Lottie’s shoulder, her dark eyes wide. “I have an idea,” she said before shrugging off Lottie’s arm and standing to her feet. 

“Kie, no. No, no, no!” Lottie started, but Kie shut her up with a look before she darted toward the pile of stuff near the back of the boat. Lottie followed, asking, “Are you crazy?” 

“Just take this!” Kie shoved a rope into Lottie’s hands before she picked up their net. 

Another shot was fire, causing the girl to duck but not abandon whatever Kie’s plan was. 

John B. glanced at them from over his shoulder. “Guys, get down!” They ignored him. Kie worked her magic in a blur of missed bullets and their speeding boat. She connected the net to the rope before throwing it into the water. It got caught under the other boat, stalling them in the middle of the marsh while the Pogues continued to race towards home. 

John B. didn’t slow down until they reached the Chateau. They all clambered out of the boat, gathering on the dock in a state of shock, confusion, and curiosity. John B. dropped the duffle bag he found on the ground and unzipped it. Out of it, he pulled a good-sized metal cylinder. It looked older, a little weathered. It seemed to have been closed for a while; it took John B. a couple of seconds to get the lid to twist. Tipping it upside down, he let whatever was inside fall out onto his hand. Out fell a compass. 

“Oh, wow,” Pope breathed out. “That’s about right. Good job, everyone, we found a compass.” 

Lottie’s shoulders slumped, feeling utterly defeated. They went through all of that for a compass. She was hoping for something grander, worth more money that could solve their issues, but she knew, realistically, that wasn’t going to happen. 

“Dude, what?” JJ peered oddly at John B. who held the compass in his palm with such concentration. 

After a moment, he turned around with glossy eyes. “This was dad’s.”

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part one of accidentally in love! series shy!soobin x popular!reader; college!au, strangers to friends to lovers! fluff, comedy, angst, smut

12. the eta theta eta nu special (written chapter 2.5k)

You’re tweaking out. Never have you been so stressed for a simple frat party in your life, and you’ve been to almost every single one since you started college. “Calm down, or else I'll burn your scalp.” Jen warns? Threatens? You don’t know, but you try to breathe. “You look so pretty, babes!” Chaewon squeals as she applies the lip gloss to your lips, finishing your look. “Really?” You pout at her, wanting and needing her confirmation. “Of course! You’re always pretty! I’d never lie to you!” She assures you. “You lied to me this morning when you said there were no more croissants, you gave the last one to Kazuha.” You remind her. She freezes, then shakes her head. 

“That’s different. You look so beautiful, Soobin will fall in love with you.” Chaewon nods. “I still have not seen the man in person, so I’m taking this opportunity to see if he’s actually cute.” Jen comments and you look at her confused through the mirror in front of you. “I thought you said you knew him?” You ask. She rolls her eyes as she curls the last lock of hair. “I knew him as in I was thirsty in the middle of the night so I went to grab me water, and when I went to the kitchen I was greeted by a gremlin chugging orange juice.” She argues, before brushing out your curls. “There, gorgeous as ever.” You smile as you look over your done up appearance. 

It’s not that you didn’t wear makeup or refused to do your hair, you definitely had a hygiene routine every morning. But you liked the fact that you could dramatize your features with a false lash, lip liner, and contour. You’re lucky to have friends to help you, it sped up the time getting ready by tenfold. “So what are you wearing?” Jen plops onto your bed, laying against your pillows. “Wear something sexy!” Chaewon giggles. You begin to dig through your closet, quickly realizing you own more ugly and memeable shirts than you had imagined. 

Usually when there was a party, you just showed up in something presentable: a cropped top and a cute pair of jeans. It wasn’t like you were trying to impress anyone anyways, usually your skills in beer pong did that. But this time you had someone to impress, a very important and attractive person. “What about this?” You pull out a cropped top to show the girls. “You wear that all the time, no.” Jen waves you off. “Wait! I’ll be right back.” Chaewon runs out of your room to her own. She comes back quickly, holding a garment. “Do you still have that white tube top? Wear that with this!” 

She presents you a green lace ruffled mini skirt, something simple yet sexy. Before you can say anything, she throws it at you, forcing you to try it on. “Oh my gawd it’s perfect! This with a nice boot, your fake Tiffany necklace Sunoo got you and some hoops-” Chaewon suddenly gasps. “I should become a fashion major.” She suddenly declares. “Yeah no, you’re already too deep into your degree.” Jen reminds her. You quickly change into Chaewon’s suggestions, and give the girls a spin, showing your whole outfit. “You look drop dead gorgeous,” Jen grins. “You’re so hot!” Chaewon squeals.

“I’m so nervous,” You suddenly admit. Your stomach has been queasy this entire time. “What? What’s wrong?” Jen and Chaewon pull you to sit with them on your bed. “This is gonna be the first time we go out together and there’s gonna be people we know.” You explain. “Am I doing too much? Should I not go? What if he ignores me the entire time?” You begin to reveal your worries to your friends. “Oh baby don’t say that.” Jen gives you a hug. “From what you tell us, Soobin is a great guy, he would never do anything to hurt you.” You nod along, despite your thoughts. 

“Yeah and if he does, Jen and Keeho will beat him up.” Chaewon offers, making you laugh. “I don’t think I’ll need you to, I can handle myself,” You joke. “Not gonna lie, I’m kinda mad Jay didn’t record you choking Sunghoon. You literally beat up a whole ass man who’s nearly six feet tall.” Jen chuckles. “I feel bad I didn’t mean to actually hurt him, I just couldn’t let him text Soobin.” You try to explain yourself. “No I get it, you’ve got that thing- what do they call it? Women’s intuition?” Chaewon tries to remember. “A mother’s strength? I don’t know, that thing where a woman gets stronger when there’s a crisis.” 

“Well safe to assume Sunghoon and the boys will never betray you again. Me neither, I’m here for life.” Jen crosses her fingers, making you laugh. But your laughter soon falls short when there’s a knock on your door. “Oh my gawd I’m gonna hurl.” You wince. “No! You’ll get my skirt dirty.” Chaewon warns as she goes to get the door. You hear her open it, greeting Soobin warmly. “Come on, let’s go say hi to dream boat Soobin.” Jen teases, lugging you up. You force yourself to smile as she guides you down the hall. You catch sight of him immediately. Instead of his usual hoodie or large shirt, Soobin dressed in a loose black button up, tucked into a pair of black pants.

When he turns around, you’re pleasantly surprised to find he’s pushed his hair back a little, revealing his forehead. “Wow,” He gapes eyes traveling up and down your figure, and for once you’re not upset at a man doing so. “You look really pretty.” He smiles. “Thank you,” You blush, letting go of Jen to stand beside him. “I mean you always look pretty, promise. But right now, you look extra pretty. But that doesn’t mean I think you should wear this all the time-” “Thank you Soobin, I appreciate the compliment,” You chuckle, nudging his arm. “Ahem.” Your attention jumps to your two best friends who stand together arms crossed.

You notice Soobin stands straighter. “Soobin,” Jen’s voice is chilling. “Y-Yes?” He stutters. “What do you do?” She asks that question as if she were your father interrogating their daughter’s date to prom. “Huh? Oh, I’m a Language/Literature major here at Hybe, and I work at the coffee shop on campus.” He answers diligently. Jen nods, though doesn’t look impressed. “Do you know who I am?” Jennifer suddenly asks and you immediately hold back a sigh. “Okay! Time to go!” You clap your hands and begin to push Soobin towards the door. “Hey! He hasn’t answered my question!” Jen argues. 

As if Soobin couldn't make the situation worse, he turns around to speak. “Uh- you’re Yeonjun’s ex, right? You got scared when I would snack in the middle of the night-” "Soobin, let's go!” You shout, before shutting the door behind you. You finally release your sigh, escaping the madness. “They were nice.” Soobin tries to reassure you. You shoot him a smile and nod. “Yeah, they are. Ready to go?” You ask. Soobin answers by taking your hand and leading you downstairs to his car. 

“Usually Keeho picks us up,” You explain as Soobin drives down the street. He has one hand on the wheel, the other has not detached from your hand since you two sat down. “He’ll be there too? Your other friends?” He asks. “Yeah, why? You nervous?” You tease. He scoffs. “I am.” He admits shyly. “I mean I’m nervous to meet your friends too.” You try to appease him. “Yeah, but you already know all of them,” He counters. That was true. You’ve gotten drunk with Yeonjun many times, studied with Taehyun, argued with Beomgyu, and even hung out with Kai once. “I don’t really know any of your friends.” Soobin mumbles. Deciding to distract him, you change the subject. 

“When was the last time you’ve been to a party? I know you said it’s been a while,” You ask him. Instantly you notice the tension in the air thicken. Soobin’s grip on your hand tightens just slightly. “I haven’t been to one in about a year I think.” He starts to explain. “Ever since my ex and I broke up.” Oh crap. You’ve hit a mine. “Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You apologize. “No, it’s fine, it’s been a while like you said.” He shakes his head. “I just was scared I’d run into her, you know? Especially right after the breakup.” You nod understandingly. Before you can offer words of comfort, Soobin clears his throat. “Looks like we’re here.” And the two of you gaze up at the brightly lit house filled with drunk adults at the end of the street.

One thing about the Eta Theta Eta Nu Fraternity house was that it wasn’t your luxurious mansion the movies depicted. Instead it was a mediterranean style home with six bedrooms and four bathrooms, a garage and basement, a pool in the back and it was actually owned by former Frat President turned sponsor Choi Siwon. Because of the limited housing, only the council lived inside the house, and usually they didn’t even stay there. You and Soobin walk inside hand in hand, you try your best to ignore his clammy fingers, because you could understand his nerves. But secretly you were just as anxious. 

As soon as you walk in, you’re met with loud music and chatter, hoards of people socializing and drinking like there was no tomorrow. “Yo what up girl?” A familiar voice catches your attention, and from the crowd emerges Keeho. “Kee!” You release Soobin to give one of your best friends a hug. “Hey! You look sexy, girl! Damn, I actually gotta give it to Jen. Don’t tell her I said that.” He points at you, making you laugh. “Thank you! Oh, um Keeho, this is Soobin,” You tug the poor boy closer to you, introducing him. “He’s my… friend.” You decide to land on. Keeho’s demeanor immediately switches.

“Hey, nice to meet you finally.” Keeho offers Soobin a hand shake. “You as well.” Is all he’s able to squeak out. “...Well we’re going to find Sunoo, see you around.” You quickly pull Soobin with you past Keeho, hoping the awkward interaction would take care of itself. “He’s with Won and Ni-ki,” Keeho shouts as he goes down the hall. “He’s so scary,” Soobin leans down to whisper in your ear as you guide him through the bustling house. “I promise he’s not, I’m so sorry,” You plead. You eventually find Sunoo and the others at your usual hang out, outside in the backyard by the pool chairs. 

“Sunoo!” You shout, once again letting go of Soobin to hug your best friend. As you and Sunoo excitedly exchange a few words, Soobin can’t help but feel a bit neglected. He knows he shouldn’t. You’re a popular girl who has so many loving friends. But as you’re giving hugs to the two other boys, he not only feels jealous, but lonely. “This is Soobin!” You pull him back to reality, beaming up at him with that beautiful smile of yours. “Your boyfriend?” One of the boys teases you, and you immediately shoot him a look. He shuts up and quickly mumbles an apology. Taking the opportunity to be cheeky, Soobin shakes his hand and smiles. “I hope to be.” 

So far your night has been going well. Chaewon and Jen rejoined you, and Soobin finally tracks down his own friends to finally have some proper introductions. Yeonjun is already tipsy when you meet him, and he keeps mumbling something about losing a bet. Taehyun and Kai are friendly as always and Beomgyu, well he’s Beomgyu. You’re sitting next to Soobin chatting with your friends when Jake arrives. “Hey! Are you finally ready to lose, cheater?” He slurs, already drunk. You stand up, grinning at Soobin. “Stay here, I’ll be back in a bit,” You quickly press a kiss to his cheek, which has Ni-ki gagging like a child. “Okay,” He nods, watching you depart with a dreamy smile.

Despite your order, Soobin ventures back inside to get another drink- and maybe a water. He’s pouring himself a glass when he suddenly hears her voice. “Soobin?” He freezes, blood running cold. “Oh my God it is you. It’s been so long!” Haewon is smiling at him like they were on good terms. “H-Hey Haewon.” He clears his throat, and sets his drink down on the counter. She just had to approach him when the kitchen was empty. “Wow, you’re looking good. Really good.” She’s drunk, he noticed. Not terribly so, but just enough for her to see him in a good light. “Thanks.” He mumbles, before sighing and grabbing his drink to leave.

“Wait, Soobin?” She catches his sleeve, stopping him. He’d be a liar if he didn’t admit the way she looked up at him made his heart ache. But instead of aching with passion, it was with pain. Even now he could hear her nasty accusations. “I miss you.” What. “I miss you so much, I’m so sorry for cheating on you. I never meant for it to happen.” It takes a second for Soobin to process her words, but in the end he just scoffs and shrugs her off. “Haewon, you cheated on me for six months, half of our relationship. I think you did mean for it to happen.” He counters, and tries to walk away, but the girl throws herself onto him. 

“No, I didn’t! You can’t blame me! It wasn’t even my fault! He made me cheat! I promise!” She’s crying now, her makeup smearing down her face. Even though she hurt him so much more than she thought she did, the tiniest part of Soobin still felt bad for Haewon. Not because he missed her or that he still loved her, but because it was pathetic to see his ex act this way in public. “Haewon, I don’t want you-” “I miss you so much, I need you, I love you Soobin!” Suddenly she lunges at him, and Soobin regrets not trying harder in P.E. class as his reflexes are slow. Forcing herself onto him, Haewon hungrily kisses Soobin. 

Instantly he pushes her off of him. “Haewon what the fuck-” He wipes his mouth in disgust. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He spits at her. “Soobin I-“ “No! I don’t fucking love you anymore Haewon! You cheated on me with multiple guys for six months! Don’t you get that you hurt me?! I’ve moved on, I’ve been happy without you! And now you have to go and fuck everything up and tell me you miss me, that you love me! Get it in your fucking head that I don’t care anymore, we’re done!”

It seems as if his screams have finally gotten to her, as Haewon begins to sob, she quickly storms off cursing him.

Bonus:

Haewon was Soobin's first serious relationship

She and Soobin met as classmates

Haewon is the type of person who likes to go out often, and with Soobin being an introvert he never suspected she'd cheat

Beomgyu arguably hates Haewon the most, having never got along with her from the start of their relationship

Haewon is a frequenter at the frat parties, Yeonjun originally wanted her banned but the frat informed him they can't actually ban people so he and Kai ignore her when she's there

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★Just Say You Love me </3 . 30 - Snapbacks

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

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TW: ALCOHOL (& Consumption of it), !!!Sexual Harassment!!!, !!!!!LONG CHAPTER!!!!

(obviously aged up!!!, but it’s still uni so underage drinking in 20s)

!!written parts!!

“Those boys are still doing Keg-stands,” you said slipping your Malibu mixed drink. Niki chuckled “yup I was gonna join their fraternity but nah” he said grabbing your drink taking a slip of it. “Really” you glared at him but he just shrugged. Looking at the younger boy you wondered what he was supposed to be.

“What are you?” You asked he hummed and then handed you your drink back. Lifting his light blue hoodie over his head, he tied the strings and put on sunglasses “eh!” He said smiling but it just earned a confused expression from you. He groaned and then said, “she doesn’t even go here!”.

It was cool second before you busted out laughing, he groaned again before grabbing your drink again and chugging it. “Oh my god Riki there’s no way you thought of that” you said trying to catch your breath. “That’s because I didn’t,” he told you “I wasn’t gonna come but Sunoo showed up at my dorm and forced me to come”

“Plus he came as Regina and he said I would be a ‘cute accessory’” Niki explained as you nodded spotting Sunoo playing beer pong with a cut tank top “explains it”.

“Anyways Raven Where’s your Beast Boy?” Niki snickered walking to the table of alcohol while you followed “I don’t know” you shrugged watching him mix Pineapple Juice with Malibu. “Last time I saw him was he was holding a bucket of lemons for Tae” You said “right didn’t Kang come as ‘Life’?” Niki asked but you just shrugged taking the cup that he offered you out of his hand.

You and Niki watched astonished about the men that were killing their livers right in front of your eyes. “They’re relentless,” Niki said while you hummed in agreement as the boys took turns shotgunning. “Hey, do you know where Yeji is?” He asked looking down at you “I think Yeji went to go help Wonyoung pee but that was about 20 minutes ago” he nodded

“Nishimura!” A voice called out both you and Niki turned. A handsome guy came stumbling towards you two “Nish-*burp* Nishimura!” He yelled out again barely coherent with his thick accent “oh god” Niki facepalmed. “Nishimura- woah pretty lady” he said biting his lip, at this you openly cringe seeing you were already buzzed. “Ugh, dude how much did you drink?” Niki asked but the shorter guy slightly pushed him “you shush! Hey, come here often?” This guy said leaning as he used Niki as a pillar. “Um not really”

“Oh god I’m sorry, y/n this is Jake he’s best friends with my dorm mate” Niki explained as Jake giggles staring at you “pretty” he mumbles before his eyes widen “wait Riki is this your y/n?! The one you’re always talking about!” Jake rambled but Niki covered his mouth. “He’s an idiot” The taller boy said while Jake collapsed into him, you giggle at the sight. “Mmmm I tired” the plastered man said into Niki’s chest trying to climb him. “Okay hold on”

Niki looked at you “I gotta get him home,” he tried to explain but you waved him off “I totally get it” he smiled gently at you “thanks plus all these SnapBacks are giving me a headache” he joked you laughed. Niki throw Jake's arm over his shoulder adjusting his friend while Jake stood slumped. “Will you be good alone?” He asked one more time you nodded taking another slip of your drink “yeah don’t worry” he nodded warily “before I go I’ll find Yeji or Kai to get you” Niki told you but you just pushed him “I’m fine go take your friend home” he looked at you than at Jake “okay make sure you get home safe” he reminded you but you just groaned “I’m older go!” “Y/n-“ “bye Riki” you kissed your hand and planted it on his cheek. He gave you slanted smile before turning around “bYe y/N~~” Jake called out waving at you and Niki nearly ‘accidentally’ drop him.

While observing the men you began to space out. ‘Parties aren’t THAT bad’ you thought it was fun seeing different people have fun together like the skater kids playing beer pong with the sorority girls or the frat boys drinking with the loners. You might come to parties more often… okay maybe once in a while. As you argued with yourself you didn’t realize you were staring at a group of frat boys causing one of them to approach you. (Or at least his friends pushed him toward you)

“Hey” he spoke bringing you back from your thoughts “huh?” You said as this golden retriever boy stood in front of you. He was tall and his cute smile made you wanna crawl into a hole “what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here alone?” He asked smirking looking back at his friends one of them yelling “get some Yunho!”. Your brows furrowed

“I’m not here alone, I’m here with my boyfriend,” you told him looking away but he grabbed your chin making you look at him. “But I don’t see him Sweetheart” you backed up at the smell of beer, making you feel like you could get alcohol poisoning with how strong it stunk. “You’re blowing it man” a voice said behind him.

A guy stepped out from behind him, this guy was incredibly handsome and reminded you of a cat. “What’s your name darling?” He asked smirking at you as you saw his other friends begin to approach you “w-well I-I-“ you stumbled. “Cuz I’d like to call you mine” he said as his friends hyped him up. “The names San” he offered you his hand but you don’t take it keeping your cloak tightly closed with your hand.

“Ooo rejected” a guy with sharp eyes snickered while San looked back at him annoyed “shut up YeoYeo”. “Wait I got one!” A really tall guy said in his deep voice. He stepped up “I’m not into watching sunsets,” he bent down to your level “but I’d love to watch you go down”. They all laughed at the pick-up line as you stood frozen in fear.

“What are you guys doing?” Another voice said It came from a short guy with split dye hair “for real I thought we weren’t stopping” your heart stopped at the new voice. “Nothing much Joong just talking to this sexy little Raven” Yunho answered the boys moved aside revealing two more boys. And with the second boy, your fear was confirmed.

“Y/n? Hey!” The guy said. “W-Wooyoung” your face felt hot as he smiled at you, Jung Wooyoung the guy that stole your heart in high school and crushed it. Wooyoung stepped forward, your heart raced feeling your eyes gloss over. “Did they scare you?” He asked you but you didn’t answer instead you tried to step back but you stepped on the cloak nearly falling. He reaches out to catch you but you quickly caught yourself. Wooyoung exhaled and smiled

“Back off you sex-hungry maniac! This one is off-limits!” He told him staring at you. They groaned before getting distracted by the other frat boys that brought out another Keg. “Don’t mind them they’re harmless” Woo said looking over at his people while his tallest friend did a hand-stand on the keg causing the others to cheer.

“Good to know” you said lowly, he looked back at you. “So what are you doing here Y/n?,” He asked “these kinda things aren’t really your forte” you sunk into your purple cloak “w-well I’m trying something different” he nodded “I’ve seen you became quite popular around school,” he pointed out “wouldn’t have ever thought little y/n would be everyone’s woman crush Wednesday’s”

“Yeah, I don’t really understand it either” you spoke causing Woo to laugh making butterflies erupt in your stomach. “It’s not THAT understandable” he smiled at you “you are beautiful after all”

Your face heated up even more “I like your raven costume by the way!” He complimented you “t-thanks, your costume… what are you?” “OH!” He dug through his back pocket pulling out a headband, placing it on his head. “I’m a cat! Meow!” He said smiling brightly making you mirror his expression. “You’re so silly”

You haven’t seen Wooyoung in a while, purposely avoiding him since high school. He was a sweet guy so it made you feel guilty that you hated him. Even so his goofy demeanor made it impossible to forget why you had fell in love with him long ago.

“Did you come with anyone?” Wooyoung asked as you nodded “friends”. “I’m guessing Yeji,” he said your heart skipped a beat. “Y-yeah” he chuckled “I figured as much, she was the only one that could get you out of your hermit shell.” He joked “not even your brother could’ve”. The butterflies you felt soon turned to moths as he kept speaking about your best friend “-i always admired her for being so… out there”.

Wooyoung continued while you just wanted to hide as familiar feelings came back, hurting you. Your eyes began to water as you looked down “Y/n!” A female voice called out. You looked over and you saw her.

The girl of the hour.

She smiled spotting you too “y/n!” Yeji yelled running over to you nearly falling but laughing as she was passed tipsy at this point. Your eyes caught a glimpse of Wooyoung smiling brightly staring at your best friend “There you are!” She smiled. She giggled but her smile quickly dropped see the man that stood next to you. “Wooyoung”

“Hey Hwang” he greeted but she put her hand up “Nope”. “Oh come on Yeji” he chuckled but she didn’t budge “nope” she completely ignored him. Yeji grabbed your hands “the bad man didn’t hurt you did he?” She asked in a baby voice causing your cheeks to burn up. She moved her hands to your face making you look at her properly. Seeing your watery eyes she side-eyes the boy.

“Come on” she tugged you away. “Yeji!,” he called out “GOOD TO SEE YOU AT LEAST!!”

Once you got far enough she pulled you into a hug “I am sorry y/n” Yeji apologized to you “I’m totally yelling at Riki for leaving you alone” you shook your head. “No I’m fine” her face softened “we can go home if you want? It’s already 11:30 ish” but you shook your head again “you sure?” “Yeah we’re having fun and I just feel like I need a drink… a strong one” you told her and she smiled “I know the guy!”

~~~~~~~~

“Y/n! Yeji!” Jisung yelled excitedly as the two girls approached him. “Hi Han!” Yeji smiled at him “what can I get you beauties today?” He asked sitting next to a table and cooler. “Y/n wants a drink, a strong drink” she told him, he nodded in response. “Oki! I actually have a new mixture for you!” He grabbed a large cup and dug through the ice chest pulling out a Red Bull and bottle of Jägermeister.

“Now this drink sneaks up on you” he explains mixing the drink, “so be cautious”. You looked out the window and saw Wooyoung and his friends coming into the house. “Also and-“ Han held out the drink and you took it immediately jugging it “drink slowly”.

“Woah okay y/n” Yeji said stroking your back as you wipe your mouth holding the cup towards Jisung “more please”. Han cautiously took back the cup “are you sure?” You smiled at him “please” you batted your lashes at him. “Well alright,” he said mixing you another drink, Yeji watched you before “hey, can I get one too?”

Jisung handed you two the cups while yeji gave him a 50. “Enjoy girls” Yeji turned to you “cheers” she said.

~~~~~~~~~

Here you were giggling your ass off sitting on the kitchen counter talking to this random guy that approached you a while ago. Your vision was fuzzy and your body swayed but you didn’t care you were having a good time. You didn’t even know where you left your cloak at.

“And then he shoved tissues in my mouth” he said as you were busting up laughing. “Stop! Stop you’re gonna make me pee!” You told him as he chuckled. You took more of your drink but it spilled out on the side of your mouth, you cupped your hand under ‘catching’ the liquid. “Woah calm down there” he said as you put your cup down and drank the little liquid that was in your hand. You laughed nearly falling off the countertop but the guy caught you by your waist.

“Why thank you Joker!” You said tapping his chest, he laughed grabbing a napkin and taking your hand wiping off any liquid. You giggled “you have a really pretty laugh” he said still wiping your hand looking up at you through his lashes. You don’t remember where his dude came from but he was really good-looking, low-key he reminded you of toothless. Suddenly soft lips on your hand brought you back to reality. You giggled and pushed his head back with that same hand “no no” you told him.

“I really hate him” you bluntly said “he broke my heart and broke my best friend's heart! Like what kinda guy is that!” You complained. “He didn’t like me the way I liked him! I was too boring for him!” You yelled out grabbing your drink again but the guy grabbed the drink and placed it back down “I don’t think you're boring”

He smirked and still hung onto your arm positioning himself between your legs. The guy put his large hand on your cheek “you’re burning up” he told you while you stared at him trying to figure out where he came from. He looked at you too closely running his thumb over your lips “it’s hot in here” you bluntly said looking away. His head followed your point of view “why don’t we go outside?”

You held onto Yeji’s legs laughing “I’ll be outside okay?” A comforting voice said you look up and saw a green face

“Outside?” You thought “or some were a bit more private” he added moving his other hand to the small of your back. You see the oven’s digital clock read 1:27 “Outside I need to go outside” you whispered to him as he nods “sure let me just grab-“ before he could finish you cut him off. “No! You stay joker” pushing him away from in between your legs you jump off the counter nearly falling but you stable yourself.

“What do you mean?” He asked you but you put your hand up “my boyfriend!” You said, “you have a boyfriend?” He questioned as you nodded “Hyu-“ you began but throw up nearly came up yet you swallowed it. It left a disgusting taste in your mouth so you grab your drink and downed the rest.

“You've been leading me on for the past hour!” He said angrily “fuckin tease,” “I'm sorry?” you slurred but he just scoffed “whatever!” The guy walked away. “Dick!” You yelled

Outside, that’s all you thought about. Stumbling out of the kitchen you made it into the living room. The room spanned as you felt like you were having an out-of-body experience, not knowing what was going on around you. ‘I need to find him’

Your legs felt heavy, looking down your vision began to warp “oh geez” you said blinking several times before continuing. The musty atmosphere, loud music, and people yelling and laughing it felt like a weird fever dream. Just then a hand groping your behind made you turn around, and see one of Niki’s friends Heeseung.

“Hey baby” he said grabbing your waist to pull you in but you push away. “Not now” you try to break out “y/n-“ “stop”. His hands travel down your back between your thighs giving you the chills and making your stomach turn. “Get off of me!” You yelled pushing him.

You felt disgusted “come on y/n” you continued walking feeling tears touch the brim of your eye. You crash into a white fuzzy chest, you look up and see a bunny ear-wearing Yeonjun. “Hey what’s wrong?” Seeing your teary eyes “Jun I-“ “y/n it’ll be fun!” Hee continued but his smile dropped once he made eye contact with Yeonjun. Jun looked between you and Heeseung his blood beginning to boil. “Junnie-“ you called out but he charged at Hee instead “what did you do Lee!” He yelled

You continue to walk ignoring the ruckus behind you. ‘I need him’ you cried out in your head. You were no longer having fun, partying isn’t fun. Hanging out with your Hyuka was fun, chatting with him was fun. You wanted Huening Kai.

Your heart raced at the thought of him, seeing him laying on that bench as you sat in the tree, staring at him as he worked behind the cafe counter, playing video games with him, him comforting you as you cried for the hundredth time because of an anime.

Nearly making it out of the living room to the foray, you froze at the sight right in front of you. “Y-Yeji” you question she spots you and quickly pulled away from the boy that broke you Lips. “Y/n!” She yelled shocked

“I’m sorry y/n but I like Yeji”

“I-I” you didn’t realize tears were streaming down your face. It was like your heart broke all over again.

“Y/n are you okay?” Yeonjun's voice called out. He stops seeing you frozen at the sight of Yeji and Wooyoung together “y/n” he said lowly ignoring his own heartbreak. But you dashed out of the living room heading straight for the door.

The world was cold. you were embarrassed, running down the steps tears raining down from your eyes messing up any makeup you had left.

You looked around not spotting the one person you wanted to see. He left you…

You cried stumbling to the edge of the sidewalk. You looked at the night sky “HUENING KAI!!!” You yelled into it. You waited, hoping the universe listens.

“Are you okay?” A voice asked. You turned to see Kai sitting on the planter with a burger in his hand. Your stomach erupted in butterflies at the sight of your beast boy, wait that’s not butterflies.

You turn the street again letting go of any alcohol that sat in your tummy.

[amaliabalash]

oh look i have more thoughts/things i noticed on the second time. but most importantly, i was wrong about the kiss at the end - just couldn’t see it properly from the angle i was seeing 😂 there was totally a proposal kiss. and uh my bias for watching what emmett does the whole time is real clear from the notes i took today.

- emmet’s eyes go so wide and he looks legit scared when elle first approaches

- when elle says “whoever said tangerine is the new pink” she covers bruiser’s ears before whispering “seriously disturbed” also they changed days of our lives to sex in the city.

- when elle asks if the paper is her social agenda, emmett laughs and then there’s a significant pause before he’s like….no….. and there’s so much i enjoy in this emmett’s delivery that i can’t describe but i’m still gonna try ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- emmett cringes when callahan tells enid that you lesbians are all alike, and i just appreciate that

- again, delivery of the give you ladies a moment line is great, it’s preceded by a comically long pause that just makes it funnier.

- in positive, instead of the fat shaming verse, it’s “what if she’s a violent nut, she might stab me in the gut, with the stick that’s in her butt” (or something along those lines)

- in a rare moment of me noticing background things (because there is no emmett in the scene lolllll), at the party when elle and warner are talking, whitney is CHUGGING a bottle of wine at the awkwardness. then when she notices elle flirting with him, she runs to get vivienne.

- when vivienne is talking down to elle at the party, she flicks elle’s bunny ear and oh damn

- i was mistaken last time, enid doesn’t throw the beer at vivienne, she dumps it over her head.

- “for not weeping at your tale” emmett breaks with a laugh on the word tale/tail in a really charming way and i just really love this emmett. as my wife said, this emmett is cheeky and i love it.

- when he walks into elle’s dorm instead of hello kitty he says “hi barbie” after an extended looking around in alarm

- when he asks her about studying, he looks SO PAINED before asking “you do study, don’t you?” and just groans

- i mentioned before that he does some voices on certain lines, one of them being “the room just got colder” and elle’s response is so smiling and they both just smile so much at each other when teasing (and all the time) and MY HEART

- after elle gets rufus back for paulette, she and emmett have this like slightly awkward wait are we gonna high five or like shake hands or… and then she hugs him and he just looks so awkward like he just does not know how to handle it and gahhhh i love it

- right before so much better, she’s congratulating emmett while everyone else is looking at the list, and at first i thought she was like adjusting his tie but then he like holds up a necklace he’s wearing i think??? so i desperately want to know what little piece of backstory the actors or director brought into this

- during the beginning of so much better when she’s asking all the questions, emmett is there nodding and saying “yeah” in response to each 😂

- when elle starts talking to warner in the song, in the background vivienne is arguing with emmett like she’s telling him it must be a mistake or something, and then vivienne tries to go towards elle and emmett blocks her

- emmett’s eyes widen in a “oh hell yeah she went there” kind of way when elle says it’s better than making love to warner all night

- the look of horror on emmett’s face after he says nutcracker butt, he makes the “her words” comment but just hangs his head in shame and they hold the moment it’s fantastic

- honestly this production lets the jokes breathe so much and it works SO WELL

- “you trust me, don’t you?” “…ehhhhh” smile “of course” they tease each other in such a great way in this production i can’t get over it

- emmett has an adorable scrunchy face of uncertainty before nodding when elle sings “swallow your pride” etc

- each cologne joke, they sprayed emmett in the face

- the looking at at each other throughout that song /dreamy sigh

- i think this is the first production i’ve seen where emmett says “don’t watch me change” to an employee, not to elle. i have no opinion on this either way, just noticed it.

- when brooke says she just likes to watch him clean the filter, elle nods like yes girl i get you 😂

- when elle does the bend and snap, emmett like JOLTS back and upright and looks shell shocked

- warner does a sing song voice when he says “emmett nailed the pool boy” to really bring him how juvenile it is

- elle and emmett are just leaning into each other progressively more before everyone does the cheers/toast and so 👀

- vivienne grows progressively more exasperated with warner throughout act two, and when callahan makes the move on elle and warner is all shitty about it, she straight up yells when she says shut up warner and like shoves him out the door

- the lyric difference in the ballad was “is it too late” instead of “if you can hear”

- i can’t get over how they made it work for elle and emmett to fucking clasp hands over her bag during the ballad without it feeling gross 😭

- at the salon when paulette and kyle are talking about walking rufus, she’s got a customer in her chair just like ???? all kinds of uncomfortable as they talk over him and he made very good face

- when elle tells vivienne “i’m never wearing that again” this time instead of viv saying “she still hates me” or whatever she said something like “is it because it’s from a sample sale” 😂

- the delta nus yell about jury people instead of “it’s so apprentice”

- i appreciated the way brooke said “okay bye” and rolled her eyes and this tells y’all nothing but these notes are primarily for me, so.

- after the trial when warner interrupts elle and emmett’s moment, it’s so clear emmett is like okay fine let’s wrap up this warner thing because elle needs that closure but like. he ain’t worried. and when he’s walking away, he does a hand on warner’s shoulder but it’s basically a slap just THUMP and it made me laugh

- “and his wife hired emmett…” the smirk on emmett’s face A+

anyway i love legally blonde with my whole heart

Legally Blonde at the Oregon Cabaret Theatre

Just got back from seeing the Cabaret's Legally Blonde and so naturally I have to make a text post with every thought and feeling. Bullet pointed stream of consciousness ahead! And I'll be seeing this uh like six more times so I will likely add on to mention other little things I notice and like over time. 😂

This Bruiser was a miniature poodle and very cute.

When Margot is talking to Bruiser, she just held his head and looked into his eyes like she was doing a mind meld and I loved that.

Also, like seven years ago or something, the actress playing Margot played Elle in a youth production of LB that I saw, and it was fun to see her back in the show. She understudies Elle and I hope she goes on one of the times I've there, it'd be a fun full circle thing.

During Blood in the Water, when the students start echoing the phrase, Emmett started and like tried to cue them to do the same? I don't know how to word it lol but it worked for me.

When Elle asks, "who assigns reading on the first day of class?" Emmett across the room starts like reaching out towards her and mouthing "no no no" before grimacing.

Enid throws a beer on Vivienne at the party, which I haven't seen before and was fun as Vivienne runs off stage going "I'm all sticky!"

OG IRELAND LYRICS FTW

During the Christmas part of Chip, Emmett comes in with a reindeer horn headband and I just thought that was very cute.

This Emmett did a lot of like, voices when saying certain lines and it worked for me? I know the actor from many local productions and always enjoy him but he's usually playing character roles, and I enjoyed seeing little bits of that goofiness brought into Emmett.

Major height difference between Elle and Emmett. Most of the time I'm like "yeah height differences are fine" but it made it so if they hugged she's like buried in this chest and yes good I approve.

At the end of Chip right after Elle has her classroom success, Elle and Emmett like lock eyes and walk towards each other and it just felt like a magnetic pull thing until Callahan walks between them, I dug it.

And then when Paulette goes to get Rufus (she goes offstage, because they did not have a dog to play Rufus), again, Elle and Emmett just fucking gaze at each other for a moment before she goes into "is this law?" and I am so here for it.

Holy SHIT Whipped Into Shape. Always impressive to see people hold their own with singing while jump roping, but the first freeze? Forgive the random cheerleader picture for illustration, but the actress playing Brooke held this pose (without the other arm out) for the entire pause on "meet our brand new client Brooke..." through until the hit play again. I've never seen people burst into applause mid-Whipped, but like, you could feel the shock and awe just ripple through the room the longer she held it.

Take It Like a Man: okay first of all they actually put him in a good suit thank the lord, so often it's like "and he looks the same, just in black" but this was a well fitted suit so, A+ costuming, you actually did the job. And Emmett did a clear sort of lean in before Elle hugs him, which isn't anything new, but always great in my book. And when she hugs him, she just buries her face in his chest, I love it.

When Callahan makes the move on Elle, and audience member loudly hissed. 😂

Sadly. There was no Door. However, they DID make it clear that "what about love?" was an aside and not directly to Elle. There was a line change, I don't remember exactly what, so it's not "if you can hear" but something else. But when he's singing about wanting her to stay TO her, she's carrying a bag she's packed and they both reach for the handles and just kind of clasp hands for a moment. ALSO she packs the 2-in-1 shampoo after like hesitating for a moment over it, and that got me right in the heart. Well done.

During the reprise when Elle walks into the supply closet, Vivienne turned to Enid and said "she still hates me, doesn't she?" or something like that and god any little extra bit of Vivienne insight we get I looooove.

After Elle proposes and puts the ring on Emmett's finger, she jumps into his arms and just WRAPS her legs around him, full on star fish cling, I love it. No real end kiss though, which seemed weird? Like they were about to and then went into more singing. I'm not as much bothered by it as confused by the choice but oh well.

Emmett comes out in a hot pink suit for bows.

Okay that's all I got for now. I fucking love Legally Blonde.

[heaven-with-mark]

"𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣."

The now empty Truly can slams against the counter, tinny and empty. "Better get drinkin, Eef!" You yell, triumphant and two seltzers ahead of your opponent. Mark looks a tad disappointed, back against the counter and arms crossed. You and Ethan sat at the island on barstools, having a competition to see who could drink more before getting shitfaced.

Ethan was lagging behind. You were feeling tipsy yourself but he was getting a little woozy. The way his body would tip to one side until he noticed and righted himself told you a lot. Mark cleared his throat, and both you and Ethan turned to look at him. Your smile dropped the moment the empty Truly box left the olders' hand and tumbled to the floor. "Automatic win." He says, nodding towards you.

The smile returns as you slide from your seat, a little stumble to your step as you saunter up to the fridge. Out comes an unopened twelve pack of Coors, your least favorite alcohol. "You hate beer." Mark comments, pushing himself off the counter to stand at the island. You slide it to Ethan and stand next to Mark as the drinks are opened. Ethan passes you a Coors and next thing you know, you've had five.

"Uh. Fuck." You giggle, swaying in the middle of the kitchen. Ethan was... laying on the floor next to you. Hands over his eyes, face flushed, stupid drunk smile. Mark now sat at the island, chin in the palm of his hand. He found you and Ethan amusing to watch.

Until now. Your stomach churned, your heart sinking. You were absolutely terrified to puke. It was a childhood fear for no real reason. "Mark," you whispered, hands out to steady your rocking, "Mark I think I'm gonna throw up."

He'd known you long enough to understand why it was a problem. He sighs, "alright. Fun over. You're both cut off." Ethan cries, but you don't catch whatever he said. You're no longer a happy drunk, you're scared to move in fear of emptying your stomach. Mark is gentle in the way he presses a hand to your back, slowly guiding you over to the couch. Some animated movie plays and you're barely aware of it as you're helped into laying down.

"Mark, I need water. I'm gonna go get water." You slur, and immediately sit up. Your head hits the couch pillow a second later, feeling like you'll upchuck if you try to do a single thing. "I'll get you water, just chill for a second." Mark murmurs, smoothing the hair stuck to your forehead. Your heavy eyes shut, and you buzz in and out of consciousness as you vaguely hear Ethan get ushered down the hall to his room.

When Mark returns, it's with water and blankets. He hands you the drink first, keeping a hand on the cup as yours cradles it just to make sure it doesn't spill all over. "Are you okay now?" He asks softly, setting your beverage down on the coffee table. You're only now aware of being in tears, very disorientated and drunk. He's leaning over you, using the back of the couch to brace himself. Unable to think right, your hands come up and do the grabby hand motion.

After some very slurred convincing, the footrest of all three couch cushions are kicked out so Mark can squeeze onto the couch behind you. You're warm, content, and very tired now watching whatever movie played on TV, Mark pressed to your back and holding you close. Still both in jeans and not in comfortable clothes, you're comfy how you are. And scared if you move, it'll break the peaceful atmosphere.

"I hope you know I'm not dealing with your hangover." Mark whispers, patting your hip. You giggle and turn in his arms, face shoved to his chest. Unashamed you take in the scent of his cologne, listening to the rumble of his chuckle. "Alright Tipsy, go to sleep." He says, and your mind shuts off almost immediately. Tomorrow was gonna be one hell of a day full of headache and nausea but Mark was gonna help you, even though he said he wouldn't. He's got a little bit of a soft spot for you.

"At least I beat Ethan. Momma ain't raise no quitter." You slur, having to have the last word.

[h4rring1on]

Heyyyy!! Angst to fluff. I was wondering if you could do a story about being Eddie’s girlfriend and going to a party with him to celebrate his bands success at performing at a big music festival. Eddie ends up getting really really drunk and gets alll clingy and touchy feely with his girlfriend and all sooky craving her touch

Like he can’t keep his hands off her he’s like SO wasted and stumbling around hiccuping while he’s slurring his words to his girlfriend he keeps telling her “baby give me a hug pleaseeee” “Eddie misses you” he’s doing it in front of all the crew (Dustin, Steve, robin etc) she’s talking to and hugging her from behind and swaying the both of them. They’re all looking at him like 🙄 Because he’s being a big puppy and can’t keep his hands off her. Then she just ends up snapping at him telling him to get off her and leave her alone.

They end up having a big toxic fight in front of the whole party and separate from each other for a couple of hours. Meanwhile Eddie is just getting more and more drunk doing multiple shots and downing more beers then things take a turn for the worse for Eddie he becomes very pale and starts violently throwing up and like he’s gonna pass out.

All his hellfire friends go over to help him because he’s feeling so so so sick then he just begs them please find my girlfriend because he really needs her comfort. She finally comes running over and helps him then they have to call hopper to drive them to the hospital because Eddie is so sick then he ends up having alcohol poisoning.

I have no idea where this idea came from hahaha like idk I feel like it would be a really good story hahsha. Cute nicknames I feel like Eddie wouid use are baby, sweet heart, pretty girl and honey idk why ahaha

Only if u want too of course! Love your writing btw

warnings: swearing, eddie acting really clingy and touchy to the point where even reader is sick of it, that’s it but please tell me if i missed something !!

pairing: drunk!eddie munson x fem!reader

“i’m so proud of you, eds” you said to eddie as you sat on his lap with all the other party members around

after years of playing corroded coffin at the hideout, eddie finally got the chance to preform at a huge music festival, and to his luck, lots of people enjoyed the music and became fans of the band

so to celebrate, you, eddie, the rest of the band, and some of your friends, decided to all have a party at steve’s house since it’s the biggest

eddie smiled at you and gave you a peck on the lips before grabbing a cup and chugging it

“eddie!” you said

“what? don’t worry about it, baby. just celebrating” he said as he rubbed your back in comfort before chugging another cup

soon enough, you went to talk to nancy and robin, and before you knew it, eddie was drinking way more than you thought he was

you saw him talking really loud and being a bit weirder than he usually is. you held his hand and he looked to you, “eds, that’s enough, okay?” you said

“baby!” he exclaimed and hugged you tight, “missed you so much” he whined as he kept holding you, his other hand slid down to your ass, “jus wanna touch you so bad” he said as his other hand snaked it’s way under your shirt and your eyes widened, quickly grabbing his hand and pulling it away from you

it’s not that you didn’t like it when he did that, you’d definitely did. but you were in public and your friends were staring at you. so it wasn’t exactly the time. especially when he’s way too drunk.

it was a rule that you’d never allow him to do anything when he was drunk, knowing he wouldn’t be in his right mind and that it wouldn’t be okay

but eddie never seemed to follow that rule, because even when you pulled away, he kept his hand on your ass and kissed your cheek, slowly kissing down to your neck and you pulled away

“eddie” you warned

“just wanna give you love, sweetheart” he smirked and gripped your ass tighter

you rolled your eyes and kept talking to your friends while still sitting on his lap, you got up and he was quick to grip your wrist

“where you goin, pretty girl?” he pouted

“i’m just going to the bathroom”

“let me go with you” he whined, steve and the others chuckled

you awkwardly laughed and quickly pulled away from him, hearing his annoyed groan

when you got back, you could literally hear him calling your name

“what, eddie?” you said, thinking something happened

“there you are!” he said and held you tight, “couldn’t bare to go one minute without you”

your patience was running low, eddie was never like this and it was kind of bothering you

for the rest of the night, he kept touching and clinging on to you way too much.

but one thing. one thing really set you off.

after the countless times that you’ve pulled his hand away when he started touching you somewhere you didn’t want people in public seeing, his hand started fumbling with your zipper and you quickly got up

“what the fuck!” you yelled, catching the attention of your friends

“what! you like it when i do that!”

“oh my god” you hysterically laughed, “i do like it eddie but this is the fifth fucking time that i tell you not here! i’m doing this when you’re drunk!”

“well i’m drunk and i consent”

“okay well i don’t! why don’t you just fucking go away! you keep clinging onto me like a helpless baby and it’s so annoying!” you shouted and looked to the bottle in his hand, you grabbed it and threw it away, “and i told you a million times that you drank enough!”

“you don’t tell me what’s enough. it isn’t your choice. give me another goddamn bottle” he sternly said

“you know what? get it yourself! if you wanna be so fucking annoying do it alone. i’m leaving and you’re not going with me. fuck. off.” you glared at him and walked out

eddie paused for a second and looked at his friends, “the fuck are you looking at?” he muttered and got up, getting another drink

he drank another one after another one after another one, he felt like an idiot. and he just wanted to forget about it with the help of alcohol. but now, even his friends noticed how much he was drinking

“munson, that’s enough” steve said as he grabbed the bottle from eddie’s hand

“why don’t you go home, you look very sick right now” nancy pointed out, noticing how pale and sick eddie looked

“why don’t you—“ eddie cut himself off as he ran to the nearby bin and violently threw up

“oh shit” jonathan said and the band members ran to help him

“eddie do you need to go to the hospital? that looks really bad” robin said

“i need…” he took a second to catch his breath

“what do you need?” nancy asked

“my girlfriend—call my—i need her right now” eddie said as covered his face with his hands

“your girlfri—okay, yeah okay. robin go find y/n, now!” nancy said and robin was quick to go around the house to try and find you

steve had invited a lot of people so it was quite hard, she finally got to the top floor and saw you in a empty room, sitting in silence

“shit—y/n!” robin called out as she finally reached you

“robin? what’s…what’s going on?”

“it’s eddie” your heart dropped, “he’s really sick and looks like he’s literally dying—i’m not even kidding he really needs you right now” she said and your eyes widened as you quickly ran downstairs with her, pushing your way to him to see him sitting on the ground, the bin next to him

he looked extremely concerning. he really did look like he was dying, he was all pale and sick.

“eddie!” you breathed out as you ran to him

“baby” he desperately said and held your hand, “i’m so sorr—“

“not the time! cmon, up. we need to get you to a hospital” you said as you helped him up

“i’m fine—“

“you’re going” you sternly said as you steve helped you get eddie inside the car

once you got there, you waited with steve as the doctor checked eddie inside one of the rooms

steve saw your leg shaking and put his hand on it, “hey, you don’t have to worry. he’s gonna be okay” steve tried to comfort, but the only comfort that could ever work on you is eddie’s.

once eddie walked out you ran to him and hugged him tight, “woah hey” he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you

“eddie—wh—“

“i’m okay. doc said i have alcohol poisoning so…expect me to throw up a lot for the next few days. but i’m fine, okay? don’t worry your pretty head about it, love” he said and you could feel your eyes tearing up

“hey…hey it’s okay, i promise it’s okay”

“i shouldn’t have left you—“

“what?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “no. you really taught me a lesson. i was way out of line and i was drinking way too much. you were right, i don’t know why i was acting like that, im sorry. please don’t cry, sweetheart” he said as he wiped your tears

your bottom lip wobbled as more tears slipped from your eyes

“baby” he whined, “you gonna make me cry now. cant have you being upset” he said as kept rubbing your back in comfort, and kissing your forehead

“i love you so much eddie” you whispered as you kept holding on to him

“i love you more, sweets” he chuckled and kissed you

[rafescoke]

i’m sooo obsessed with your entire page holy moly. if you’re taking requests can i get kinda an angst one where the reader is with jj and finds out him and kie have been doing stuff behind her back, and the rest of the group knew the whole time? so she ends up getting close to rafe and hanging out with his friends so it eventually ends up with rafe x reader??? sorry that’s so long lol pls never stop writing, i love your fics too much <3

All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

#Part 2

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her 

Warnings: Cheating, substance, mentions of sex, jealous Rafe, JJ & Kie being an asshole

A/N: Thank you so much for the amount of love I received from my last two works! It has been so overwhelming and I love each one of you with all my heart <3

p.s, my request box is always open! Send random ideas and I’ll turn them into a fic <33

p.p.s, so sorry if this isn’t my best work :(

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be a party pooper!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she pulled her best friend aside from all the commotion, “Sarah. I’m serious. I feel like he’s cheating on me.”

“He’s not!” Sarah groaned, and when (Y/N) gave her a look, she sighed. “I’m serious. He loves you too much, okay? Look, tomorrow’s your birthday, right? I’m sure JJ’s just ignoring you as a part of your birthday surprise.”

(Y/N) wanted to believe her so bad, but she couldn’t deny the strong feeling growing inside her. Ever since a month ago, JJ wasn’t there for her like always. When she tried to hold him in the van or at the Chateau, he would flinch and scoot away from her. She didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Look-” Sarah cupped her face, her eyes boring into hers. “I promise that he’s not cheating on you. Can you please let this go? How about you go and find him, have a smoke, and then come back to me with the verdict?”

(Y/N) hummed back in response, thinking about what Sarah had just told her. When she first moved to Obx from the city 4 years ago, she had been spending most of her time with the other kooks. When she bumped onto JJ one particular evening while he was too busy mowing down her lawn, that was when most of her happiest days started. 

(Y/N) made her way towards the far end of the beach where JJ and the other pogues were hanging out, her feet lightly patting against the hot sand. (Y/N) took a deep breath when she saw the love of her life laughing on a log, and quickly walked towards him.

“Hey,” she started, sitting on the empty space beside him. JJ shifted, giving her more space, and muttered a quick ‘hi’ back. He offered her a beer, to which she shook her head to, and he shrugged before downing the whole content.

“You’ve got some beer here,” (Y/N) said, leaning forward to wipe the tiny droplet on his chin. JJ hurtled backwards as if on cue, and quickly wiped the stain with the back of his hand. (Y/N) stared at him, being caught off guard, but decided to not create any drama.

“You really don’t have to do that,” (Y/N) muttered, wrapping her cardigan over her tighter. The cold night air swept over her, causing her hair to fall over her shoulders. She didn’t bother to fix it as she watched JJ scoffed, the fire in front of them reflecting on the surface of his blue eyes.

“Do what? Wipe my mouth? Come on, (Y/N), it’s really not that big of a deal,” JJ sighed. He didn’t even bother to hold her hand, to reassure her that it’s really okay, and instead he continued his conversation with John B about some kind of a movie. She noticed Pope looking at their way, but he quickly turned to look at the waves when she returned his gaze.

“Do you want to smoke?” she tried again, this time with her hands on his lap. He didn’t move, and (Y/N) took this as a good sign, her heart fluttering happily. 

It’s progress.

“You sure?” he asked, fumbling with his back pocket to reach for his extra blunt. When he grasped the rolled up herbs between his fingers, he handed it to her, smiling when she scooted closer. He lighted it for her, watching her took a deep huff before blowing the smoke.

“That’s good?” he asked before taking a blow for himself. He felt his heavy mind getting lighter, the weight he has been holding since forever slowly lifting into the air. He laughed, and turned to look at the state of the girl beside him.

“Thank you, baby,” (Y/N) smiled, this time with her head on his shoulder. She saw Pope looking at them with some kind of a heavy look again, but just like before, he turned away before she could ask him anything. 

“Pope?” 

Pope’s attention from the crashing waves turned completely to (Y/N), his eyes wide and his mind panicking. His eyes glanced to the blonde boy beside her for a second, but it settled back to her. “Yes?”

“You’re okay? You keep looking at me. Is there anything that you want to tell me?”

“Me?” he pointed to his chest, and when he saw the look on JJ’s face, he laughed, making an action of swatting his hands against the air. “Oh no. I was just thinking about something else. I guess I involuntarily looked at you.”

(Y/N) laughed with him, her head still on JJ’s shoulder, her eyes slowly squinting against the glowing fire that seemed to be too bright. She turned to whisper to JJ, “Can we go home?”

“Tonight? But It’s Bonfire night. We can’t leave yet,” he protested, glancing at both of his friends for help. Pope, not wanting to spend anymore time with them anymore, quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards the main space of the party. 

“I’m gonna go with Pope, okay? Find Sarah. Go and talk to her? I’ll call you later,” JJ quickly added, standing up from his seat, stirring (Y/N) from her previous position. She sighed, her head still woozy, but she didn’t want to think about the possibility of him cheating on her.

He wanted her first, it’s just not possible for him to suddenly lose feelings for her. The countless times he would tell her that he loves her, that she’s the only girl he will ever mark as his, and now nothing?

She groaned, kicking the sand, all while the muffled music thrumming against her eardrums. She turned to look at John B, the only guy left with her, and opened her mouth to say something.

“Do you see the problem, John B?” she asked, her voice slow. When he didn’t reply, she sighed again, this time standing up from her seat to return to the ongoing party. “This is exactly the fucking problem.”

She didn’t understand; why is everyone treating her differently? What did she do? She sacrificed almost everything to be apart of their group, including her relationship with her kook friends. At that moment, she longed for her bedroom, where she knew she will be totally safe, all cuddled up with Netflix to enjoy.

“If it isn’t the princess,” a voice said from behind her back, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before turning to look at the source. The tall figure of Rafe Cameron loomed over her, and (Y/N) tried to block his scent of cigarette and expensive cologne. She never really stopped liking his smell.

The Camerons and her family are business partners, and that was the core reason for her family to move to Obx in the middle of July 4 years ago. Meeting Sarah and her siblings for the first time, she couldn’t deny the strong attraction she felt towards the oldest sibling, but she had thought of it as nothing more than a silly crush and tried to focus more on her relationship with a certain blonde boy living on the other side of the island.

“You can take a picture, it’ll last longer that way,” he smiled, and (Y/N) groaned when she could hear the amused tone lacing in his gruff voice. She made to walk away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“Come on, I was just playing. That’s not the way to treat an old friend,” he laughed, letting go of her. He looked around her, noticing her odd behaviour, and suppressed his smile. “Where’s the boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” she finally replied, and returned the gesture of looking around him. “Where’s the girlfriend?”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back as his hair messily slicked to the back. “Girlfriend? I don’t do girlfriends. Come on, (Y/N), you know that.”

“Not a surprise,” she said in a singing tone, giving her attention towards the dancing bodies next to the speaker. “Look, Rafe, just say whatever you want to say to me, okay? I’m tired of trying to figure out what people wanted to say to me.” 

“I just want to make a conversation,” he shrugged, chugging down his beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His actions reminded her of JJ, and she quickly looked away when she felt a pang of hurt across her heart.

“Uh-oh, I know that look,” Rafe said, tugging her chin to force her to look at him. (Y/N) grunted, feeling his cold skin against hers, but she let him stare into her eyes before quickly pulling away. “Yeah. It’s that look you’ll put when you’re worried about something. What’s up?”

“Rafe, it’s really nothing,” she sighed, scooting away from the boy. She looked around again, and her eyes landed on a certain blonde boy, and she could feel her heart soaring up again. Rafe’s eyes followed her gaze, and when he saw JJ, he turned to look away.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rafe replied, already making his way towards the keg station.  (Y/N) noticed the change in his behaviour, seeing how cold he turned, but decided not to mention it. She was being cold towards him first, so she guessed it was fair for him to be acting that way. 

Rafe didn’t understand how blind she could be. Couldn’t she notice the pattern of the girls he fucked? How they all looked so similar to her? 

He scoffed, sipping from his red cup as he watched her walk towards the boy that stole her from him. Everything was going perfect; they were hanging out almost every day; just her and Rafe, either it was in his swimming pool or (Y/N)’s hot tub. When her father had hired JJ Maybank to mower his lawn, that was when everything went downhill. 

“Cameron,” a voice greeted from beside him, and when he turned to look at the figure, he expressed a sly smirk.

One more person that looked like her.

. . .

JJ’s phone was beside her.

She kept telling herself no, that she should trust him since they are in a relationship, but her brain was yelling for her to go through his phone.

He’s cheating on you.

She groaned, unable to contain herself anymore as she grabbed his phone, looking around briefly before typing his passcode. 

The phone vibrated in her hands as she failed to guess his passcode, and she frowned before the screen. It had been her birthday’s date, so why wouldn’t it open? She tried again with their anniversary date, and again, was met with the same fate.

“What the fuck?” she said to no one in particular, and sighed before trying out random numbers. Lastly, she pressed all 1, not thinking much of it and already accepting her defeat. She exclaimed in happiness when his home screen appeared with his background a picture of a dog.

(Y/N) frowned again, remembering how it used to be a picture of them, but decided to not question it as their picture had been replaced by a dog instead of something else. She went through his Instagram, scroling down the many direct messages, through his Imessages; where he texts the pogues a lot and through his Snapchat, only finding their private pictures in his ‘my eyes only’.

She released the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, shutting the phone off and letting it lay in its previous position. She smiled, secretly cursing at herself for ever doubting JJ. He must’ve been busy with his life, just-

Ding!

Involuntarily, (Y/N) picked up the phone and watched as Kie’s name appeared. She typed in his passcode quickly, trying to see what she needs so that she could try and help her with anything in case if it’s urgent. Her heart stopped for a minute when she saw her text.

Kie: You’re sleeping with her tonight?

Why would she even text him that?

(Y/N) sat up straighter, her fingers gliding across the screen in a swift motion.

wdym?

She watched as the typing signal appeared, biting the insides of her cheeks. She looked at the direction of the toilet again, hearing the blonde boy humming to a Nirvana song. She looked at the screen again.

Kie: You promised me you would be with me tonight

Kie: Just us two

Oh my god.

She could feel the hot tears coming in, but her bathroom door creaked open, so she threw the phone back to its initial position and cleared her throat, looking to the ceiling and randomly muttering words to herself.

“Huh?” JJ asked, looking at the direction she pointed. He saw nothing, and looked back to her. 

“I said white’s not the color anymore. I think I’m changing it to grey. What do you think?” She asked, feeling her throat hurting. She cleared her throat again as JJ stared at the ceiling one more time, his face all scrunched up.

“I think grey’s okay?” He said, but it was more to a question. He took his phone and sat beside her, shielding his screen from her. She watched him from the corners of her eyes, silently interpreting his strange demeanor. 

She cursed when it finally hit her; she hadn’t delete her text to Kie.

She bit her lips, curling her toes and randomly tracing circles on her lap. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see clearly, she couldn’t think.

How could she forgot to delete that one, single text? 

“I have to go,” JJ stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket. (Y/N) looked at him, ready to ask if she could follow, but halted her action when he put a hand up.

“I’m seeing John B. Something about, um, Sarah stuff. Just me and Pope. The boys,” he muttered, clearly trying to tell her that he wouldn’t be bringing her to the Chateau. (Y/N) nodded, feeling her heart sank, because she finally understood everything;

The glances he would give to Kie in the HMS Pogue, the brief moments where he would put his hands around Kie’s waist when he tries to slip in between her and someone, the flirtatious laugh he’ll emit when she makes a joke - it all made sense.

(Y/N) used to think that it was all just friendly behaviour and how he had known her longer hence it must’ve been normal for best friends to do that. One thing that (Y/N) likes about herself is how she’s able to guess things correctly - 

But she had never wanted to be so wrong about something before.

“You’re okay by yourself tonight?” 

“Huh?” She finally looked up to him, seeing his blue eyes staring straight into her boring ones. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he smiled, proceeding towards the open window to exit her bedroom. (Y/N) ‘s father would never give his blessings towards this relationship, so he had to enter and exit his girlfriend’s room through the window. 

He hesitated before reaching the seating girl, placing a soft but immediate kiss on her cheeks. (Y/N) smiled weakly in return, not trusting herself to say anything.

How could he?

Ten minutes after his departure, (Y/N) quickly grabbed her father’s car keys before fleeing after a particular black motorcycle. She didn’t even think about turning the car radio on, and her mind was set on only one thing; JJ and Kie.

When she arrived at the Chateau, her fingers trembling and her hair all over the place from the wind while she was driving down the road, forgetting to close the window, she quickly made her way to their usual hanging out place.

Before she could enter the room, Pope’s voice interrupted her actions.

“(Y/N)? What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes widening. He looked at her palm around the doorknob, and let out a nervous laugh. “You’re looking for JJ? He’s not here.”

She gets it now.

“Pope, I know,” was all she said before opening the door. 

She felt her world shattering right after she was greeted with the sight of Kie on JJ’s lap, running her fingers through his blonde locks while she kissed him tenderly like  (Y/N) always did. John B and Sarah were right next to him, cheering him on, but stopped when they finally looked up to the looming figure.

“Oh my god,” Kie exclaimed, pushing herself off JJ and fixing her hair. (Y/N) made a look, disgust filling every inch of her body as she quickly walked away from the scene, not wanting to hear any apologies or explanation.

None of that mattered to her; she just wanted to go home.

“(Y/N)!” she heard him yell, but she exited the Chateau as fast as her feet could take her, not stopping to look at him. She cursed when she couldn’t find the right key to open her door, her fingernails clanking against the metal.

“It was a dare!” JJ said, right after he reached her. He watched as she didn’t pay any attention towards him, still fumbling for her keys. “I swear! The kiss was just a dare!”

“Was the text a dare as well?” she asked, finally putting the right key into the keyhole and stepping into the car. JJ cursed and stepped aside, feeling drained and tired from the screaming.

Of course he didn’t send the ‘wdym’. He never like short forms, only using them when he is in the toilet and typing with his left hand. Why didn’t he realised this sooner?

“I’m sorry,” he said, but before he could say anything else, the girl drove straight towards the exit, away from him. 

The worst part of all wasn’t about not having a chance to explain himself to get out of the mess he made, but it was when he saw the pained look on her face. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, kicking a stone and making his way back towards the Chateau. 

(Y/N) fingers scrolled down the many contacts in her phone as she tried to focus on the road simultaneously, and finally stopping when she reached the letter ‘R’ contacts. 

She tapped on the first name under the R letter, putting the phone call on speaker and placing her phone on her lap. She shuddered, suddenly remembering the way she had found JJ and Kie in, but shook her head when his voice filled the atmosphere.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rafe.”

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

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‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

—

He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

[julesclues]

hi boooo! You’re legit my favorite author on here! I love your writing so much 💕 was wondering if you could do one: outer banks JJ getting so drunk at a party and throwing up at the party and getting sick all over JB car going back to the chateau with all the pogues. And like reader (not Girlfriend yet) taking care of him please 🥺 thank you so much!!!! 😍😍😍 I know you’re busy so like take you’re time and if you don’t want to it’s fine too 💕💕

Drunken Confessions

Warnings: excessive and underage drinking, cursing

Pairing: jj maybank x reader

Word count: 2.48k

Summary: JJ drinks a littleee too much at a party, which makes the reader worried about him. So being the great person she is, she decides to take care of him.

a/n: thank you for the kind words in your request! It really means a lot! <3

3 things JJ Maybank loves most in this world: sex, surfing, and booze. Emphasis on the booze because once he started, it was almost impossible to stop him which, was currently the situation at the party you were all at.

It was a normal party, one mixed with tourons and pouges. But a normal party for JJ obviously meant drinking. You always worried about him when he would over do it like he is now. Though you were all used to the underage drinking, it was kind of hard to remember that it still is, technically, illegal.

The music was almost too loud. You could barely hear your friends as they each took turns telling stories about their most embarrassing moment. “Mine’s gotta be in 3rd grade when I was in the talent show for dancing and wound up twirling off stage,” Kie exclaimed, making all of you laugh. Pope went next and then John B and as you went around the circle, you realized JJ was no where to be found. You stood up in worry and searched the party for his unique clothing style and beautiful set of hair. “Where is he?” You ask, making John B tilt his head. “Who?” You roll your eyes and look at him. “Your best friend?” You ask with a laugh. Before John B could answer though, you all heard some yelling in the distance. Turning your head to the sound, your question was answered.

There was JJ. Standing on top of a table. Chugging beer after beer, almost as if he was putting on a show for the cheering audience under him. They were all applauding him as he downed the substance, some of it pouring down his chest, turning his dark blue tee into black. You groaned in annoyance as you and the other pouges ran up to him. You pushed through the crowd and made your way to the front, giving you the perfect view of JJ’s drunken state. You sigh and stick your hand out to him. “JJ!” You yell, but he still continued to pour the drinks down his throat. “Maybank! Hey! Let’s go!” You attempt again, but it’s no use. So, you climb up on the table with him, earning even more cheers from the people below. Maybe they thought you were going to join him.

He finally turns to you and his eyes light up. “Y/n!” He exclaims happily. As much as you loved JJ, in this moment, you were pretty upset. All you wanted was for him to just take care of himself so he wouldn’t do stupid shit like this. “Let’s go J,” you whisper only loud enough for him to hear. You reach out to him but he dodges your touch. “No!” He yells, scanning the people below. “Please J. Come on. Please let’s go home,” you plead, making JJ turn toward you. This time, his eyes were soft and warm, almost as if he had turned sober for a quick moment. “Ugh, fine,” he groans, but secretly doesn’t mind the feeling of your finger tips guiding him off the table and back to the pouges. You ignored the boo’s you heard from the others, but they soon forgot about it. To you, they weren’t worth JJ’s time.

“He’s shit faced,” you state to the other pouges, as JJ leans further into your side. Without you, he might have fallen over. “What’s new?” Pope laughs, making you roll your eyes. You knew that this was normal for JJ and that the pouges took it as a joke, but that doesn’t mean it should’ve been normalized. You always worried about JJ and the fact that the other pouges didn’t, made you upset.

You sigh as you sway awkwardly with JJ, thinking about what to do. “Can we just take him back to John B’s? He can’t be drinking anymore guys,” you plead, as John B nods and grabs his keys to the van. “Let’s go then.” You all start walking to the van, you and JJ a little bit behind due to his wonky walking. “You’re cute,” he laughs in his drunken state, making you smile a bit. JJ flirting with you both sober and drunk wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it never failed to make you blush like a middle schooler. “You too J,” you admit, and he chuckles without saying another word.

You make it to the van where Kie holds the door open for you two to hop into the back. You shove JJ in first, having him sit near the window while you sit in the middle and Kie sits next to you guys. John B starts the van and starts driving, which makes JJ hold his stomach. You’re the only one who notices it. “You okay JJ?” You ask him, but all he does it roll down the window. “I’m gonna throw up,” he mumbles, making your eyes go wide. “Oh no JJ, not in the van please,” John B begs. JJ doesn’t say anything as he sticks his head out the window and starts violently throwing up. All of you groan and laugh, as you rub JJ’s back to soothe him. You repeat the phrases “it’s okay” and “you’re okay” like a mantra.

You felt something on your thigh and looked down to see JJ’s hand. After pulling his head back out the window, he plops down on the soft seat under him and looks at you with a sloppy smile while squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “I’m good,” he laughs, looking around the van. “Good cause if you ever throw up in my van, I’ll kill you,” John B chuckles, making everyone else laugh along.

Finally making it back to John B’s, with JJ getting sick almost every 5 minutes, you limp with him by your side as the pouges rush to get the door open for you two. “Come on,” you grunt, finding it a bit difficult to hold JJ up by yourself. He keeps giggling and laughing while slurring his words. “Get him cleaned up in the bathroom y/n,” Pope says, and you nod. “We’ll get him water and some tylenol but until then, just make sure he doesn’t throw up all over my house,” John B exclaims, making you chuckle and adjust yourself against JJ. “Sure thing John.”

You walk into the bathroom with JJ and plop him down on the toilet seat. He sways back and forth, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Jesus J, your clothes are so dirty,” you whisper with a sigh. “Would you like me to strip then, princess?” You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin at his flirty words. “Shut it Maybank. Let’s just get you cleaned u-“

Your words were interrupted by JJ rushing to get off the toilet seat so he could open it. He instantly started throwing up, gripping the sides of the toilet until his knuckles turned white. You instantly got on your knees and sat behind him, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. “Shit JJ..” you say sympathetically. “I fucking hate when you do this shit.” After a minute or so of throwing up, he sits down on the floor and wipes him mouth. “Come here,” you mumble, coming closer to him with a napkin, but he swats your hand away. “JJ..” you warn. “Y/n just get out of here, okay? I don’t need you taking care of me.” You blink in surprise of his words and how quickly he can switch up. “Instead of being petty JJ, how about you be grateful that someone cares about you!” He scoffs and looks away. “Whatever,” he hiccups. “Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.” 

You freeze for a minute, trying to pretend like his words didn’t hurt you as much as they did. “You’re an asshole sometimes JJ. Girlfriend or not, I care about you. So stop denying my help and just shut up! God, I don’t even know why I’m fighting with you. You’re obviously so drunk right now. You don’t mean anything you’re saying.” You get up and stick your hand out for him. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He looks at your hand and then up at you. You shoot him a smile and he could swear, drunk or not, that smile would be the death of him one day. 

He hesitantly takes your hand, and you pull him up, having him stumble a bit before regaining his balance. You lead him to his bedroom and plop him down on his bed. You kneel down to take off his shoes for him, but he stops you. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking down to the ground. “For what?” You ask him, sitting down next to him. He feels the bed dip down a bit, which makes him sway a little. “For what I said in the bathroom,” he mumbles. You shake your head and chuckle. “JJ, you’re just drunk. I know you don’t mean any of it.” You were always so patient and understanding when it came to JJ. It was one of the many things he loved about you. That’s what made you so different from the other pouges. 

“Y/n?” He whispers. “Hm?” You ask in the same volume that he had used. “I like you a lot.” You smile and grip his shoulder. “I like you a lot too, JJ.” He shakes his head and lays down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. “No Y/n,” he sighs, while closing his eyes. “I don’t think you understand. I like you a lot.” You tilt your head for a second in confusion, but instantly look at him wide eyed when you get what he meant. “Wha- JJ? Are you serious?” But he doesn't respond. All you heard from him was his silent snores. You get up from his bed and look down at him, to see he was fast asleep. Your breathing starts to pick up as you pace around the room silently. “Oh my god, oh my god. He didn’t mean that, right? He’s just drunk.. right? My god Y/n, who are you even asking? You’re alone. Right.. okay.” You stop pacing and grab a blanket that’s folded on JJ’s bed and cover him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead. “You better have meant what you said JJ, or I’ll kill you.” 

You leave a letter for him and go on your way, hoping he calls you in the morning or is not too sick to remember what he meant. 

Dear JJ, 

It’s your favorite person :) You were pretty drunk last night so the pouges left you some water and medicine while I took care of you. When you wake up, give me a call, okay? We kinda need to talk. And please JJ, try not to get so drunk anymore. You worry me when you do. I care about you. Girlfriend or not. 

Love, Y/n <3

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JJ wakes up the next morning with a groan and a pounding headache. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He never drinks this much and he knew it, but for some reason last night was different. He was trying to forget. And apparently it worked because he forgot what he was trying to forget. Bingo. He blinks a couple of times to get his vision from blurry to clear before standing up and stretching. He  looks down at his nightstand and finds a folded piece of paper and instantly recognizes your handwriting. 

He opens the letter and reads it. His eyes go wide when he reads “girlfriend or not.” He starts to wonder what he could’ve possibly said to you last night for you to include that in the letter, but his memory is failing him. Nevertheless, he finds his phone and quickly finds your contact, hesitantly clicking “call.” 

You answer after a couple of rings with a chipper yet out of breath ‘hello.’ 

“Hey Y/n..” he says softly, hearing your pants. “Are you okay?” he asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “Yeah J, I-I’m good. Just surfing. Why don’t you join me? None of the other pouges are here, and I’d like to talk to you, if that’s okay.” You didn’t sound mad or upset, which JJ took into consideration. The last thing he ever wanted was to make you upset. “Sure, yeah. I’m on my way.” 

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JJ meets you on the beach about 15 minutes after your phone call. “Hey J!” You say, running up to him with a smile. “How are you feeling?” You ask him, and he just rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m a little out of it but the strangest thing is that I don’t remember anything from last night.” Your face instantly drops and JJ is quick to recognize your disappointment. “Oh..” you sigh, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down. “What’s the matter? Did I say something last night? Y/n whatever I said, I didn’t mean it, okay?” You look back up at JJ with a bit of tears in your eyes. “You said you liked me,” you mumble, making JJ tilt his head. “Of course I like you,” he chuckles. You shake your head, realizing you were mimicking his actions from last night. “No JJ. You said you liked me.” His eyes go wide, immediately realizing what you meant. “Oh.. Y/n, I- I don’t-”

“Did you mean it J?”

“Y/N-”

“Just tell me JJ. Please. Don’t lie to me, okay?”

 JJ looks down for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth to you and potentially ruin the friendship, or lie to you, and ruin the friendship even further. He saw how hurt you look when he said he didn’t remember, so maybe, just maybe, there was a slight chance that you liked him back. 

“I like you Y/n. I do. More than a friend. I didn’t want to tell you while I was shitfaced and with you taking care of me. But I did, and I’m sorry. You deserved a better confession from me. I really do like you Y/n but if you don’t like me back then that’s okay. I ju- are you crying?!”

You wipe the tears away as you chuckle from JJ’s concerned face from you crying. “Of course I am, you idiot!” You exclaim, walking closer to him. “JJ I like you too. So much. I was really hoping you were telling the truth because I don’t think I could watch you have one night stands anymore,” you laugh, and so does he. “So does this mean..” his voice trails off but you knew what he meant. You nod with a smile and he returns it, blinking slowly. 

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Please do.”

[tom-whore-dleston]

Make You Mine

Pairing: father's best friend!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Genre: Smut with hints of angst and fluff

*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*

Warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, age gap, alcohol consumption, drunk dad, hickies, oral sex (f receiving), missionary sex, rough sex, squirting, creampie, hungover dad

*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of these warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*

Summary: At your college graduation party, your father’s best friend, Tom Hiddleston, shows his true feelings towards you after seeing you with your guy friend the whole night.

Word Count: 6k

Notes: Prepare yourselves, friends, this one is gonna be a long ride. This piece is for the lovely Eyre’s (@buckyownsmylife) anniversary challenge. I had so much fun writing it tbh this is my favorite so far and I really hope you enjoy this. You have been a huge inspiration and an amazing friend. Honestly, this is the most enthusiastic I have ever been towards writing so I owe all of that to you! Thank you @give-me-a-moose for being my cheerleader while writing and for beta reading. Your feedback and support helped me tremendously :) The graphic below was made by me, however, I do not own any of the photos included. Please be gentle with me because this is my first attempt at graphics ;-;

Prompt: Character = Tom Hiddleston surprise surprise xD

AU = father’s best friend

Kinks = possessive/jealous/protective & angst to smut

“Congratulations, honey, I am so proud of you!” your father concluded, followed by a crowd of claps and cheers. Your eyes filled with joyful tears as your father finished his speech and took a swig of his beer. You had just graduated from undergrad and your father threw you a party for your special milestone. He loved throwing parties and it seemed like every opportunity he got, there would be a party in your backyard. Since you were the only child and your mother hasn’t been in the picture for years, you were your father’s pride and joy and he would go the distance for you without hesitation.

“I think I will make a speech for the graduate as well,” your father’s best friend, Tom, called out, rushing over to where you stood. Your cheeks warmed up as Tom snatched the microphone from your dad. The brim of your drink hit your lips and you chugged the rest of your cocktail. He grinned down at you before beginning a heartfelt speech about how he was glad you received a BFA in acting and you went to him for any advice. Tom went on about how he was privileged to watch you grow up and be another father figure to you. Hearing him call himself a father figure made your heart drop, yet you smiled past it as he continued his speech. A few Shakespeare quotes and words of affirmation later, Tom made a toast to you and brought you into a hug.

You had a secret crush on Tom for as long as you could remember. As a child, you would innocently tell your dad that you wanted to marry Tom, bringing your dad into a fit of laughter. You even cried when your dad had to tell you that you could not marry him because he was too old for you. Luckily, he made it up to you by buying you a stuffed plush that you have been wanting for Christmas. He never told Tom about it to avoid embarrassment every time Tom was over at the house.

As you grew older, you stopped vocalizing your love for Tom, but your feelings for him always lingered. Your dad assumed that you stopped liking Tom after the talk you two had and the assumption was confirmed when you started dating in high school. You only had a few boyfriends but they were nothing compared to Tom. You thought that dating guys your age would hide the fact that you were still in love with Tom, but it ended up hurting the guys you dated.

Once you started college, you decided to pursue acting because you were so amazed by how talented and passionate Tom was towards acting. You felt comfortable enough asking him for advice and he was more than happy to offer any advice that would help you grow as an actor. Tom and your dad attended every single performance during your undergrad years and talked to you for hours about how talented you were. It may have hurt you that Tom only saw you as his best friend’s daughter, but you were grateful that he made you feel safe and seen.

Your dad turned the playlist back on and everyone returned to socializing amongst each other. Tom followed your dad to a table and chatted about the party. Meanwhile, you went to the bar and made yourself another cocktail. A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders causing you to jump and spill your drink. You turned around defensively and rolled your eyes at the person behind you.

“Really, Sean? You owe me another drink,” you scolded your best friend, jabbing him in the chest with your finger. He laughed, pushing you to the side to make you the drink you spilled.

“You sure you haven’t had enough?” Sean joked, pouring juice and alcohol into a new cup. You slapped his shoulder causing him to laugh again. He handed you your drink and you both clinked your cups together. As you sipped your drink, you noticed Tom eyeing you from the table he and your dad sat at. From the look in his eyes, you couldn’t tell if he was drunk or upset or feeling something else. You pondered on any reason he would be mad at you, if he were actually mad at you. Tom was a mysterious man, even if you knew him all your life.

“Staring at Tom Hottieston again?” Sean mocked, drawing your attention back to him. You blushed but it wasn’t from the alcohol. He laughed at how dumbfounded you looked and took another sip. With Sean being your best friend, he knew about your secret infatuation with Tom. He was the only other person, in fact the only person, that you have told about Tom. It was wrong and weird to be in love with someone who was like another dad to you, but luckily, Sean was supportive and didn’t judge you.

“You know what, if you won’t do anything, I will,” Sean added. You shushed him in annoyance, looking over to Tom. Even though he was talking to your now drunk dad, it was as if his eyes never left you.

“Can we not have this conversation here?” you said in a low voice. Sean looked over to where Tom sat and Tom suddenly turned his gaze towards your dad.

“Fine, let’s go inside,” Sean suggested, turning on his heels to walk into the house. Before you followed him inside, you looked back to find your dad drinking another shot with some of his friends. They all cheered for him while Tom relaxed into his chair, drinking bottled water. You sighed and shook your head at your drunk dad and walked into the house. Even with your back turned to him, you could still feel Tom’s gaze lingering on you.

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The party died down and you and Sean were waiting on the couch for his Uber to pick him up. The two of you spent the last two hours talking about Tom and how gorgeous and caring he was. You stopped talking as you heard Tom walk in with your dad.

“C’mon, Phil, just a few more steps inside,” Tom heaved with your dad practically slung around him. Your dad muttered some incoherent words, leading him to tumble over his steps. Your instincts took over and you and Sean ran to help your dad stand up straight.

“You okay, sir?” Sean asked. Your dad grunted and tried to play it off as if he wasn’t drunk. You and Tom just sighed.

“How about we try to sit him down,” Tom interrupted, leading them to the couch you were just sitting on. The men successfully plopped your dad on the couch where he immediately fell asleep. Tom sat on the vacant side of the couch, patting your dad on the shoulder. The living room was silent until Sean’s phone buzzed.

“Oh, looks like my Uber is here,” he announced. Tom stood up to thank Sean for coming and shook his hand in a seemingly painful grip that made Sean wince. Once Tom released him, you led Sean to the door, also thanking him. Before Sean stepped outside the door, he whispered a suggestive good luck and winked at you. You shut the door on him and groaned at the mess you had to clean up.

“This is going to be fun cleaning up,” you sarcastically mumbled to yourself. You began picking up empty cups and stacking them together.

“No, darling, allow me!” Tom butted in, trying to grab the trash from you. “This was your party. You shouldn’t have to clean.”

“It’s fine, Tom, just at least let me help.” Tom nodded and you both continued cleaning around the house. You both made small talk as the house and backyard became more presentable. You could still feel Tom’s eyes burning into you to the point where you would clean up the outside while he stayed inside. Once the backyard was back to normal, and you were comfortable facing Tom again, you walked back inside to find Tom washing his hands.

“So, that Sean guy is pretty cool,” Tom blurted uncharacteristically. You blinked in confusion at his tone as he dried his hands. Tom furrowed his eyebrows anticipating how you would respond.

“Uh yeah, he’s a good friend,” you awkwardly replied, joining him by the sink. You focused on cleaning your hands as Tom rolled his eyes at your reply. Your muscles tensed and you shut the water off. You aggressively shook your hands, not caring where the water droplets would land.

“Is something wrong? You have been acting really weird the whole night and you’re normally not like this,” you finally addressed with an irked tone. Tom scoffed at you, unphased by your annoyance. You were growing angrier by the minute but you still stood your ground.

“Are you two seeing each other? If you are, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Tom stated. You grimaced at the thought of being with your best friend.

“What? No, we’re not dating- Where are you even getting this idea from? We’re just friends!” you yelled. You pushed past him without even thinking about where to go. You barely made it out of the kitchen when his next words stopped you in his tracks.

“Don’t give me that! I saw how you looked at him and how he touched you. Friends don’t act like that-”

“Yeah, I know that you saw that because you were staring at me the whole damn night! Didn’t anyone tell you it was rude to stare? And I honestly have no idea what you mean when you say that I look at him a certain way.” You let out an irritated sigh before continuing. “It’s like you’re jealous of him or something.”

“Well, maybe I am!” Tom shouted, running a hand through his hair. “You’re just settling and wasting your time only to be unhappy later. I know you can do better than this because you deserve better!” You felt any remaining traces of alcohol leave your system. Yet you were still in disbelief from what he was saying.

“What are you trying to say, Thomas?” you spat through gritted teeth. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and your nails claw into your palms.

“I’m saying that I am in love with you!” Tom finally admitted, throwing his hands up in defeat. His words pierced through your heart but he wasn’t even done. “I know I shouldn’t because of Phil and our age difference but god damn it, I don’t care anymore! I have loved you since you were 18 and started acting. I saw the way your eyes sparkled every time you were on stage. And then the way you smiled when you greeted me every time I came over. God, you are beautiful when you smile! I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time and I don’t know what to do with them, especially because you’re Phil’s daughter and you probably see me as just another dad. Fuck it, I love you, and I’m not ashamed to admit it!”

You didn’t realize your eyes welled up until a single tear fell from your eye. Every word that came out of Tom’s mouth was everything you had dreamed of and it still didn’t feel real. Tom unclenched his muscles that he didn’t know were tensed. He inched closer to you but still leaving a space between you two. You peered up into his blue eyes that also glossed with tears.

“Y-you love me?” You finally choked out. It was your turn to take a step towards him, closing the respectable space between your bodies. Your heart beat so harshly against your chest and throat that you worried Tom would be able to hear it.

“Yes, darling, I always have,” Tom began, a tear trickling down his cheek. You have never seen Tom cry so you knew his words were genuine. He stepped closer to you until he was able to place his hands on your shoulders.

“But if you don’t feel the same way, I get it. You’re-” Tom couldn’t finish his sentence as your hands ran up to his chest.

“No. I do.” You muttered as another tear dropped onto the floor. “I love you, too, Tom!” Your bodies were now pressed against each other and your heartbeats synced together as you quietly stayed in this moment. Your eyes were focused on his lips that curved into an adoring smile, and you could tell he was doing the exact same with you. His hands that were on your shoulders grabbed your jaw and he leaned forward to press his lips onto yours.

You gasped against his lips and your hands snaked around his neck to deepen your kiss. Part of you wanted to believe all of this was a dream but the other part of you screamed this is real, you fucking idiot, just kiss him. Tom’s lips were so warm and soft, maybe even softer than you imagined them to be. They smashed against yours in a fiery passion that would make it impossible to put out even with strenuous attempts. When you thought the kiss was over, Tom reeled you back in and took your breath away all over again.

The kiss was interrupted by loud snores that came from the living room. Both of your heads turned in the direction of the noise and you both giggled remembering your drunk father passed out on the couch.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think he heard us. He will most likely be knocked out cold for the rest of the night,” you reassured. Tom laughed, turning his head back to you.

“Well, I have known Phil longer than you have been alive. I know he will be okay.” He pressed a gentle kiss on top of your head that still made your knees weak.

“So, uhh, now what?” you inquired. You realized the gears in Tom’s head were turning as a playful grin splayed on his face.

“Darling, remind me where your room is,” Tom said, scratching the stubble on his cheek.

“Oh, it’s upstairs and just go to the very end of the hall,” you replied pointing in the direction of the stairs. Tom nodded while gazing up and down your body. When you tried to ask why, Tom hoisted you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Thomas!” you yelped, instantly covering your mouth in fear that your sleeping father might have heard you. Luckily, another snore echoed against the walls of the living room. “What are you doing? Put me down!” you protested. Tom simply snickered and proceeded with carrying you up the stairs. You were impressed and slightly turned on by how easily he held you over his shoulder. A shiver crept up your spine as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist once he reached the top of the stairs.

“Tom, is there a reason for all this?” you asked the man underneath you. You were naive to think he would tell you but instead, he just chuckled again. Once he arrived at your room, he kicked the door open and shut it right behind him. He wasted no time in throwing you onto your bed and crawling on top of you. Tom held himself above you with his muscular arms, and a strand of hair dangled in front of his face.

“I’m gonna do what I should have done when I first fell in love with you. Make you mine.” With that, Tom’s lips were on yours for the third time that night. You pulled him close to your body with your arms as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Feeling his tongue flick along yours was the hottest thing you have ever experienced and you craved more of it.

“Tell me you love me, darling,” Tom whispered against your lips. You kissed him passionately but quickly.

“I love you, Tom! I love you so much!” you breathed out, lips still brushing against one another.

“Say it again, baby, I love hearing you say it,” he commanded, desperation clear in his voice.

“I love you so fucking much Tom! You’re all I ever wanted. Make me yours,” you exclaimed with a fiery kind of love.

“God, I fucking love you, too! I love you, darling,” Tom mumbled, kissing down to where your jaw and neck met. You giggled feeling Tom’s stubble tickle every spot he kissed. As his lips pecked down your neck, they lingered longer and became more sensual. You tried to stifle a moan as he licked and sucked the crook of your neck. He pulled away admiring the mark he left on you.

“Fuck, you’re mine, baby!” Tom groaned as a sultry darkness clouded his light blue eyes. “All mine!”

“Gimme more! Please! I want more, Tom!” you whimpered. You didn’t care one bit about how marked up your neck would be in the morning. You couldn’t even think about how you would explain how your neck became so discolored to someone, let alone your father. All you cared about was how badly you wanted Tom and how badly he wanted you.

Tom fulfilled your pleas, making sure that no part of your neck was neglected. As he left one last love bite on your neck, he pulled your sundress off, leaving you only in your thong. Tom’s mouth flew open and a moan came out. His pants grew uncomfortably tighter at the sight of you almost naked before him.

“Such a naughty girl! Wearing no bra,” Tom tutted, his large hands cupping your breasts. You shivered as your nipples hardened under his palms. Tom chuckled, “Hmm interesting, I wonder what would happen when I ever so slightly-” His thumbs rubbed against your nipples to test his theory. Just as he predicted, you contorted your body and moaned while shutting your eyes.

“It’s okay, baby girl. I know it feels good. It will feel much better if you opened your eyes and watched how good I make you feel.”

You opened your eyes as he squeezed your breasts that were covered in goosebumps. Without breaking eye contact, Tom lowered his head to latch his mouth to one of your breasts while massaging the other. He gently but teasingly flicked the tip of his tongue against your nipple before biting and sucking into the soft flesh. His name dragged erotically from your mouth as patches of hickies formed around your breast. Tom smirked before repeating the same attack to your other breast.

“So beautiful, covered in my marks, darling,” Tom husked, tracing his long fingers along your bruises. “Is this what you wanted, hmm? For your dad’s best friend to wreck that beautiful body of yours?” All you could respond with was a low moan, which made Tom laugh. “I know, sweet girl, I wanted the same thing.” Tom lifted his shirt off his body and tossed it to where your sundress laid. Your mouth watered at how his body was sculpted like a god, and that was just him without his shirt. Tom’s lips curved into a smug smile when he caught you staring at his muscles.

“Don’t be shy, baby. You can touch me, after all, I am yours.” That was all he needed to say before you eagerly reached out to run your hands slowly up his abs to his chest. Tom moaned blissfully as you sat up to kiss from his collarbone down to his pecs. He let out a surprised gasp when you bit and sucked a bruise into his pec in the same fashion that he did to you. You kissed over the mark, satisfied with how flustered you made him.

“Mine,” you whispered before pulling him into a heated kiss. As your lips mashed together, you felt Tom’s cock poke your thigh through his pants. You tried to reach down to grab it but Tom pushed you back down on the bed, spreading your legs again. As much as he yearned for your dainty hands to engulf his thick cock, he realized that your pleasure was also his. And so as long as you were pleased, so was he.

“No, darling, not yet. Let me take care of you and show you what you have been missing.” Tom peppered kisses all over your thighs before sliding your panties off of you. Instead of discarding them in the pile of clothes on the floor, he shoved them in his back pocket. You tried to protest but he held up his hand to shut you up.

“They’re mine now,” he hissed possessively, inching down to where you wanted him most. His breath ghosted over your exposed skin, causing you to bite your lower lip. “Mmm, and this pussy,” he paused, inhaling your scent, “this pussy is all mine!”

“Please, Tom, I-I want-” you begged once his face was right in front of your dripping pussy. Tom grinned at how aroused he made you. He considered teasing you until you broke down crying for him, but he was more interested in tasting your delicious pussy presented for him.

“Who do you belong to, darling?” Tom asked, peering up at you through his eyelashes. His pink lips were pursed as if he was ready to wrap them around your clit. Instead, they just hung there to toy with you until you told him what he wanted to hear.

“Y-you, Tom, I belong to you!” you whimpered. “Please, just eat my pussy, p-please!” Tom let out a faint fuck before diving straight to your pussy. You cried out in relief and pleasure as Tom finally gave into your desires, using his tongue and lips to explore your wet center.

“Y-yes T-Tom yes, ohh f-fuck,” you stuttered, hearing your voice change in pitch. Tom moaned against you, causing vibrations to flow from your folds up to the top of your spine. You couldn’t see, but he managed to take off his pants and boxers all while his mouth was still attached to your pussy. He warmed up his cock with his fist as he shoved his tongue inside your moist opening. You widen your legs more so you could push him further in between your legs and grind on his face.

“Fuck yeah, baby! Fuck my face like that,” Tom growled, his lips shining with your slickness. “So fucking hot, shit!” You gripped his hair for leverage as you bucked your hips on his mouth while his tongue did figure eights inside you. You hummed his name like a broken record as your lower stomach twisted into a knot.

“T-Tom, I-I fuck,” you whined, “m-make me cum, Tommy, ahhh!” Hearing you call him Tommy in that high pitched voice drove him to intensify his assault on your pussy. He moved his hand faster on his dick, making it grow harder and longer.

“Cum on my mouth, pretty girl!” Tom ordered, licking a stripe on your clit. “And say my name like that, sounded so sexy.” Tom sealed his lips around your clit to harshly suck it. A few sucks later, that knot in your stomach snapped, causing streams of your wet climax to flow from your pussy. You screamed his name the way he liked it, followed by breaths of curse words. Tom removed his mouth from you as you tried to calm yourself down. He gathered your juices from his face onto his hand and used it as lube to jerk his cock. You felt your pussy flutter again as you watched his length pulse and grow in his hand. Tom positioned himself over you again, slapping his cock against your sensitive hole. You jumped but he pressed your hips back on the bed with his free hand.

“Tommy-y-y, i-it’s so hard,” you mewled, “I want you inside me, please, baby!” You were overly turned on by how huge his cock was. All you could think about was finally being able to make love to the man you secretly longed for. Normally, you would not let any man inside you without a condom, but if Tom’s intention was to make you his, then there was no need for one. Besides, you wanted to feel every bit of him while he was inside you.

“Oh I know, baby. So needy,” Tom taunted, one corner of his mouth curving upward to a smirk, “if anything hurts, tell me, okay?” You nodded with a barely audible mhm. He lined himself at your entrance and slowly pushed himself past your folds. You flinched once he was halfway inside you, wondering how he would make you feel if he were all the way in.

“Are you okay, darling?” Tom asked, holding your hand tenderly.

“More than okay,” you smiled up into his light eyes. “I am yours, and that’s all I ever wanted.” Tom bent down to kiss you lovingly while pushing further into you. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he started thrusting in and out of you. This was everything you had ever dreamed of and you were over the moon that it was coming true. You felt Tom interlock his hands with yours and he pinned them above your head. Carnal bliss took over your body as Tom’s thrusts become more rhythmic.

“You’re so big, Tommy,” you murmured, stretching around his girth. “I love how good you feel inside me.” Tom threw one of your legs over his shoulder to deepen his strokes. It allowed him to hit that sweet spot inside of you that made you scream out his name. “Holy fuck! You’re so deep, I love it. I want it. I want more!”

“Yeah, baby, you like how I fuck you? All nice and deep like this? God, you’re so fucking tight! I bet you’ve never had someone so big inside you huh?” Tom’s dirty words became filthier each time he harshly pounded into you. You badly wanted to release yourself from his grip around your wrists so you could touch him. Too bad his hands had you locked in place. He chuckled darkly, “I love this pussy so much, baby girl. It’s my pussy now. Mine to play with. Mine to lick, tease, and fuck. Whenever I want. For as long as I want.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he tortured you with his dirty words and hard thrusts.

“I’m yours, baby, all yours,” you wailed, “Ahh, I wanna cum again.” You sensed that familiar knot in your stomach again. Tom let go of your hands so he could rub your clit to the same rhythm of his strokes.

“Cum for me again, darling!” He grunted, “I know you can do it. Make those pretty noises so everyone knows who the fuck you belong to.” His fingertips circled on your clit as his tip pressed against your G-spot. His cock slipped out of you as you erupted into euphoria. You were so overwhelmed with ecstasy that you didn’t notice yourself squirting all over Tom’s lower half. An animal-like growl came from his throat, snapping you back to your senses. You too were amazed that you actually squirted since you didn’t think it was possible.

“Oh my fucking god, that’s so hot!” Tom growled, using his engorged cock to soak up your wetness. You squeaked when he pushed your thighs further back and started pumping inside you again. You clutched onto his wrists as he brutally penetrated you, his cock throbbing inside of you.

“F-feels s-s-so g-good, ohh my god!” you panted, drunk off your second orgasm and feeling your third one creeping up. You could tell Tom was close to his orgasm as he moaned your name and sunk his nails into your thighs.

“I’m so close, baby,” Tom whimpered with desperation in his voice. “I’m gonna cum inside that pussy and make you mine. I love you so much!” You could never get tired of hearing him say those words.

“Cum inside me, Tommy! Please, I want it so bad,” you pleaded. “I want all of you. Please cum baby please!” With that, you and Tom climaxed together, holding each other like your lives depended on it. His mouth was wide open as sensual moans escaped his mouth. Your insides grew warm and full as his cum painted your walls. Once he was done filling you to the brim, his lips lazily captured yours and you slowly kissed each other.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Tom asked softly. “Did I go too hard on you?” You shook your head amongst the afterglow. He whispered praises and left butterfly kisses on your forehead until you both caught your breaths. A few moments later, Tom pulled out of you and you felt the mixture of sex trickled from your used hole, making you shutter with sensitivity.

“I’ll be back with a warm towel, okay, baby?” he added before heading into the bathroom. While Tom was gone, you gathered the cum leaving your body onto your finger and you pushed it back inside you. You figured it would be less to clean and it would please Tom knowing that you didn’t let any trace of him leave you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a small velvet box tied together by a white ribbon. You snatched it off your nightstand and you eagerly unraveled the ribbon to open the box.

“I see you found the gift I got you,” Tom announced, standing in the doorway with a wet cloth in his hand. You directed your attention towards him and took a moment to admire how he looked naked. You were in awe of how built his muscles were, along with how hair trailed down from in between his chest to his groin. Even soft, his dick was still bigger than any that you have ever seen before. Tom snickered when he caught you gawking over him and joined you on the bed again.

“See something you like, darling?” Tom stated more like a confirmation rather than a question. You blushed and hid your laugh behind your hand. Tom didn’t need an explanation from you. After having sex with him, he knew you were just as crazy for him as he was for you.

“Go ahead and look at what I got you, I think you will like it,” he winked before dabbing in between your legs with the towel. As Tom cleaned your body, you opened the box to reveal a layered pearl necklace with a heart charm. You gasped at how beautiful the necklace was, making Tom smile at your reaction.

“Tom, it’s beautiful!” you exclaimed, pulling it from the box. “I love it. Thank you so much!” You threw your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“C’mere and let me put it on you, baby girl,” Tom demanded, pulling you into his lap. You handed him the necklace and watched him concentrate on hooking it properly. He trailed his hand down the pearls and held the charm in his hand. He hummed in satisfaction to himself.

“There you go, now everyone will know you’re mine.” Tom beamed a pretty smile and you had no choice but to kiss him again. You tangled your hands in his hair and ground your bare pussy on his cock. Tom pulled away from your lips and giggled.

“Slow down, my love,” he cooed. You gushed at his new pet name for you. “As much as I love making you feel good, we both need rest.” If exhaustion didn’t take over your body, you would have pouted until Tom caved in and fucked you again. Ultimately, you agreed that sleep was what was best, especially with the chance of your dad waking up. You both sunk into the pillows and you curled into his side while he held you tenderly. You traced the grooves of his muscles while he stroked your hair.

“I love you, Tom! I love you so much!” you yawned. Before you drifted into slumber, he whispered the same three words back to you.

-

You woke up to the soreness of your body taking over as you recalled the events of last night. Stretching your arms, you noticed the opposite side of your bed empty. A wave of sadness rolled over you, longing for Tom’s presence again. Did he realize that last night was a mistake and he ran off before you could wake up? Did your dad find out about you two? Did he really mean everything he said?

Suddenly, the smell of frying bacon and eggs filled your nose. It was strange to hear cooking downstairs because your dad could not cook even if he had to save your life. The puzzle pieces came together once you heard not one but two men conversing and laughing.

Tom!

You happily giggled to yourself, looking down and clutching the necklace he gave you before you fell asleep in his embrace. While reminiscing on that particular moment, you also remembered something else.

You cursed under your breath eyeing the hickies that coated your body. The love bites made you feel sexy and wanted, but you wouldn’t let yourself be caught dead with them, especially with your father now awake. Luckily, it was gloomy outside so you could get away with wearing a turtleneck. Wincing in pain, you hobbled out of your bed to your closet. That was a sting that you could get used to. You put on one of your turtleneck sweaters with black sweatpants, doing a once over in the mirror by your door. Pulling your necklace from behind the collar, you felt confident enough to go downstairs.

Walking down the stairs was more of a struggle than you anticipated it to be. Your pussy was still swollen and your legs felt like jelly with each step you took. If it weren’t for the rails, you would have tumbled down and had to have your dad or Tom come save you. Not that it would have been a bad thing.

“Ahh, good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” your father called out once you entered the kitchen. You greeted him and hugged him from his chair as he took a sip of water. Although you were glad that he appeared to be a lot better than last night, you hoped that he was drunk enough to not be aware of what happened last night between you and Tom. Meanwhile, Tom was fixing three different plates of breakfast. He spun around and met your gaze, grinning from ear to ear.

“Eat up darling, I made your favorite,” Tom chirped, handing you two plates for you and your dad. You thanked him and he walked past you to subtly brush his hand against your lower back. He winked at you when he caught you shivering against his touch. You would get back at him for that later.

Once you were all gathered at the table, you all simultaneously took a bite of the food Tom cooked. Your dad sighed once a combination of bacon and eggs hit his taste buds.

“Thomas, I cannot thank you enough for being such an amazing friend and for treating my little girl the way you do. I honestly don’t know what I would do without you, man,” your dad stated, still slurring his words. Tom firmly patted him on the upper back, which was his way of telling your dad that he loved him.

“Aww, Phil. You know I would move mountains for you.” Tom responded before shooting you a sly wink across the table. “For both of you.” Even if he didn’t specify it, you knew his words were mostly directed at you. You knew because the necklace that hung around your neck already confirmed his love for you. It was a promise of the future the two of you would have together. A reminder that you were his and he was yours.

And what more could you possibly want?

*Thanks for reading :) Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. Your responses are what keep me motivated to write. However, please do not repost or translate my work anywhere.*

[mizunetzu]

Atsumu + Alcohol

If you make him drunk, I will hug you. Also, glad to see you’re back! :>

He’s drunk. Hug me. Now. But ehehe it makes me happy that you’re glad I’m back :,) NOW HERES DRUNK ATSUMU!

Also only @shiny-bun wanted to be tagged sobs reeeeeaaaal confidence booster I know :,)

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Atsumu x reader - Sweet, Sweet Lies Called Drunk Miya Atsumu

⚠️warnings - mentions of alcohol through the fic. reader records videos of atsumu drunk whenever he sees him. It isn’t in a sexual way at all; and reader doesn’t touch atsumu unconsentually at all. Just likes to watch him drunk bc he loves him still :,)

Also: FUCKING ANGST. you know it’s fuckign angsty when I got emotional writing it. Also, grammarly proof read it don’t trust it.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“I think we should break up.” 

(Y/n) blinked, before down casting his head. He said nothing for a while, before opening his mouth again bluntly.

“...ok.”

Atsumu furrowed his brows. He gripped the coffee mug resting on the cafe table just a bit harder. He certainly wasn’t expecting that answer. “...Ya aren’t gonna ask why? Yer just ok with it?”

“Well,” (Y/n) emotionlessly bit into a small biscuit. His expression was unreadable, blank like a piece of paper. “It’s not like I can change your mind, ‘Tsumu.”

“But...can I at least know why?”

The two went silent. Atsumu pursed his lips, trying to find the words to say while (Y/n) sat there expectantly. Eventually, Atsumu looked back up from his coffee mug.

“S’a lot of reasons, I think. ‘M busy with volleyball, ‘specially since it’s my job now,” Atsumu chuckled awkwardly. It was true, with the Black Jackals, he was being paid to do something he loved. “And...I...”

“I think I found a girl I really like.”

(Y/n) looked down at his lap numbly. He already knew it was coming, he wasn’t blind to the faint lipstick marks Atsumu tried to wipe away when he came home, or the smell of expensive perfume that stained him when he would come back from ‘practice’. He knew, he knew yet...

“Ah.”

Was all he could say.

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Atsumu downed his third can of cheap beer, hissing loudly and slamming it down on the bar.

“I hate life! M’gonna fuckin’...! Run away and shit!”

Sakusa hummed. “Oh no. What happened now.”

Loud, irritating club music blared through the bar’s speakers. Atsumu slumped over the counter, making Sakusa and Bokuto lean back.

“Oi! ‘Tsum-Tsum! What’s wrong buddy?” Bokuto poked repeatedly at Atsumu’s head, making him groan and pathetically try and flick his hand away.

“M’...M’so sad...” Atsumu whimpered. Sakusa rolled his eyes while Bokuto frowned. Atsumu continued to mumble sadly into his arms until he slowly became more agitated, and whipped his drunken head up. 

“Shoyo’s got a nice boyfriend! That fuckin’...Kodzuken youtuber dude! Why can’t I! If I were Shoyo, I’d be laying on my boyfriend’s lap and bein’ all cute and shit —but here I am! Fuckin’ drinkin’ and bitchin’ and fuckin’...fuck! Fuckin’ Shoyo! Fuckin’ Kodzuken! Fuckin’—”

“But didn’t you just break up with that girl you were seeing for like, months now? Thought you were straight, man!” Bokuto said, playing with the little garnish on his drink. Atsumu deadpanned, swallowing thickly before letting his head thump down onto the table. 

“Thought I was. M’gayer than if unicorns shat me out.”

Sakusa sipped on his fancy, green drink. “Is this about (L/n)-san, again-“

“‘Course it’s about (Y/n)!”

Atsumu waved at the bartender to grab him another drink. The bartender looked him up and down, before shrugging and leaving off to grab another beer. Sakusa looked at Atsumu with a disappointed expression.

“You do realize that every time we drink, you get shit-faced drunk, complain about (L/n)-san, call (L/n)-san, then he picks you up and you wake up in his house because he’s too nice to refuse to pick you up. And you regret and bitch to me every single time.” Sakusa closed his eyes and took a long sip from his drink. “Honestly I don’t know why I still come with you guys if I know it’s gonna end up like this.”

“Hey! ‘Tsum-Tsum has his problems and he’s just letting them out!” Bokuto defensively waved his arms around, gesturing to Atsumu on the table, laying down his head in his arms. Both Sakusa and Bokuto were pretty sure he was ugly sobbing. Or at least babbling nonsense that sounded like sobs.

“He can’t even sit up straight. And Miya-san was the one who broke up with (L/n)-san for another girl. He has no right to be complaining.”

“S-Still! ‘Tsumu’s the homie! Let him rant!” Bokuto chugged down his drink. 

Sakusa fished his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled down his list of contacts, before clicking on one that read ‘(L/n)-san. (Atsumu’s pick-me-up)’. The phone’s screen turned black, displaying (Y/n’s) profile pic with a ‘contacting...’ right under it in fine print. 

“Sure, Bokuto-san. Whatever you want.”

——

“Fuckin’...let go of me, Omi!” Atsumu slurred. He, however, made no attempt to push Sakusa off as he dragged him outside the bar. Bokuto had long gone, and Atsumu was a few drinks overdue for his trip home. 

Sakusa sighed, standing out in the cold with his mask pulled up to his face. Atsumu lolled his head onto Sakusa’s shoulder, either in an attempt to push him off or just pure drunkenness. “Don’t drool on me, Miya-san.” Sakusa cringed.

Atsumu was about to retort back, until both his and Sakusa’s attention was drawn to a home-y, black car that pulled up right in front of them. The driver’s door clicked open, and someone in a baggy sweater and sweatpants emerged from the car. 

“Please take him, (L/n)-san. I’m sorry for always calling you to-”

“It’s fine!” (Y/n) chuckled, opening the passenger’s side door for Sakusa to throw Atsumu’s body in. “‘Tsumu’s been drinking a lot, huh? Isn’t this the third time this month I had to pick him up?” 

Atsumu groaned when Sakusa clipped in his seatbelt. He sighed when Atsumu began tugging at it like a child, not knowing how to unbuckle it himself. “Actually, it’s the fourth time. But he has a reason today, I think.”

“He finally broke up with Yumena-san.”

Breath hitched in (Y/n’s) throat. He covered his shock up with a smile, however, and closed the car door with Atsumu in it. “Aw. Well, I better uh, drive him home, now. Bye-bye, Sakusa-kun.”

Sakusa nodded. (Y/n) stepped into his car tentatively. Ignoring the way Atsumu was still tugging at his seatbelt, he started up the car, and drove. 

“I’m...sure you won’t mind sleeping over at my place again...right, ‘Tsumu?” (Y/n) mumbled, more to himself than to the drunktard sprawled out onto his car seat. He silently unlocked his phone, tapping on the camera app and propping his phone up on his dash. He hit record, and withdrew his hand back to the steering wheel. Atsumu eyed it suspiciously, before shrugging it off sleepily.

“Naaaah…” Atsumu slurred. He threw his head haphazardly onto the armrests separating his seat from (Y/n’s), trying to get as close to his ex as possible. “Yer apartment smells good...I miss it...I miss you…”

Shifting so he was still laying on the armrest, Atsumu tucked his arm under his head like a pillow. “Yer so...pretty…love you so much...”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. Atsumu smiled dumbly, pointing a finger gun at (Y/n). “We should-you and I should like, totally get back together n’ shit…” Atsumu stopped, letting out a hiccup, before continuing. “I miss you...n’ I love you…”

Stopping at a red light, (Y/n) looked down at Atsumu, who was staring back at him with half-lidded eyes. (Y/n) averted his gaze, chuckling awkwardly. “...You don’t mean that. You’re just drunk.”

Atsumu shot up. “But I do! M’so sad without you!” Atsumu loosened his seatbelt enough so he could rest his face on (Y/n’s) forearm. “You were the best thing in my life, n’ I need you back! I love you so muuuuuuch!”

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, glancing at his camera pointed directly at Atsumu nuzzling his face into his arm. He slowed the car to a stop, taking out his keys and pressing the ‘Stop’ button on his phone. He slipped both of them into his pockets.

“We’re here. C’mon, get up.” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. After sitting in his car for a while, he finally got up, and walked over to the other side to haul Atsumu’s corpse-of-a-body out of his seat. “Fuck...sometimes I wish my apartment wasn’t on the third floor-’Tsumu! You can walk if I support you, right? I’m not carrying you.”

Atsumu pressed all his weight against (Y/n). “What if I want my boyfriend to carry me like a princess n’ shit…”

“I’m-” (Y/n) swallowed. His voice was quiet and shaky again. “I’m not your boyfriend. You say stupid things when you’re drunk...”

Atsumu was about to protest, when (Y/n) looped his arm under his own arm. 

“Let’s go. You need rest.”

The walk to (Y/n’s) apartment was silent.

——

Atsumu pouted, eyeing down the way Kenma was showing a video on his phone to Hinata and smiling. Hinata grinned widely, his eyes glued to Kenma’s phone screen until an obnoxious sigh drew his eyes away. 

“Why’d ya even invite me here...M’just third wheelin’ on yer guys's little date time.” Atsumu frowned, dramatically slumping in his seat. Kenma hunched his shoulders down, suddenly becoming very aware of the way Atsumu not-so-subtly stared him down. He brought his coffee cup to his lips, trying to hide behind the cup itself. 

Hinata defensively wrapped his arms around Kenma. “Oiiiii! We invited you over because you always get super-duper depressed after waking up hungover at (L/n’s)!”

“I’m more depressed now that yer all cuddly-wuddly with yer frickin’ boyfriend while m’sitting here with my single ass!”

“Miya wakes up hungover at (Y/n’s)?” Kenma quietly asked Hinata. He nodded. Atsumu started flailing his arms around, trying to get Hinata to stop talking, but he didn’t seem to take the hint.

“Every time he goes drinking, he ends up crying about how much he still loves (L/n)—and ends up either calling him or someone else calls him to go pick him up. Either way, he wakes up super embarrassed and awkward in (L/n’s) bed and sulks the rest of the time at practice.” 

Atsumu sat there, feeling like he’d been shoved to the front of a volleyball court completely naked. Kenma blinked, before looking down again.

“Oh.”

“That’s all yer gonna say-!?”

“I guess it kind of makes sense, now.”

Atsumu stopped mid-sentence, looking at Kenma with a confused expression. Kenma tried to dodge Atsumu’s eyes again, this time tugging on Hinata’s sleeve.

“...What makes sense now?”

Kenma had the look of ‘I said too much.’, trying to change the topic or hoping Hinata would swoop in and change it for him. But alas, no such thing happened. “I don’t think (Y/n) would…”

Hinata suddenly tugged back at Kenma’s sweatshirt, gesturing to turn around with him for a private conversation. They both turned their heads, mumbling out little ‘video-!’, ‘(Y/n)-!’ and ‘Atsumu-!’s here and there. Atsumu glanced from Hinata, to Kenma, before pouting that he’d been left out of the conversation.

Eventually, both Kenma and Hinata turned around again, looking directly at Atsumu. He stared back at them with doe-like confused eyes, when Kenma fished out his phone. 

“If we show you, you promise to act like you never knew at all?” Hinata childishly extended his pinky finger out to Atsumu, to which he nodded vigorously and hooked his own pinky with his. Kenma piped up.

“The reason I said it made sense was because I found a folder in (Y/n’s) phone titled, and I quote: ‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad)’. They’re filled with video’s of you, drunk, blabbing about how much you love him.”

Atsumu stared at Kenma.

“Yer fuckin’ lyin’.”

“I’m...really not.” Kenma turned his phone screen around, displaying a video filmed in what seemed to be (Y/n’s) car. Atsumu leaned down and peered at the video, seeing his head frozen in place in the corner of the screen. Kenma felt around for the play button, tapping until it started playing. 

Atsumu watched the video in horror, his face going milk white as he watched himself cry and sob about how much he wanted to get back with (Y/n). Right in front of him. The video ended, and Atsumu looked up with the hope of getting hit with a bus. 

“How...did you get-”

“I airdropped this one to myself when (Y/n) was in the bathroom one day because I found this one funny.” Kenma mumbled, turning his phone around and inspecting the screen. “There’s millions of them on his phone, this one isn’t even the worst. Some of them are in his apartment when he’s trying to get you into bed, and I think there’s one where you beg him to cuddle with yo-”

“Stop! Stop! No more!” Atsumu covered his face, embarrassed. Kenma let his mouth fall shut, while Hinata snickered into his drink. Atsumu let his head smack onto the table. “What did I do to deserve this…”

“Hey!” Hinata quipped, his positive voice making Atsumu’s brain hurt. “You know what that means, right?”

“That (Y/n) probably wants blackmail or revenge on me for breaking up with him?” Atsumu grumbled into his hands.

“Wh-no, what,” Kenma said. “He means-”

“(L/n) still loves you! I mean-he saves videos of you saying you love him to watch when he is sad or lonely or whatever, that means he loves you still! It was even in the title!”

Atsumu glared at Hinata like he was squinting at the sun. Kenma shrugged. 

“S’true. He told me himself he watches them when he goes to sleep n’stuff.”

“Yer lyin’.”

“Was he lying when he showed you the video?” Hinata raised his eyebrow. 

Atsumu opened his mouth, before letting it clamp shut and shaking his head ‘no’.

——

Clinging to his side like a kicked puppy, (Y/n) found himself nursing a drunk, sobbing Atsumu at his apartment once more. 

“Tsum-” (Y/n) struggled to stick his key in his door’s keyhole with the way Atsumu was quite literally hanging off him. It was like he was trying to pull (Y/n) to the ground with him. “Atsumu! I’m trying to-”

“Don’t leaaaaave meeee! I love you!” Atsumu sobbed. He wiped his messy face onto (Y/n’s) jacket. 

Finally sticking the key inside and turning it, (Y/n) pushed open the door and patted at Atsumu’s ruffled hair. “I’m not leaving, ‘Tsumu. Just taking you to bed, is all. We’re still...friends...I think.”

“Don’t wanna be your friend.” Atsumu sniffled, as he staggered into (Y/n’s) room with the support of his body. He was thrown on the bed with a loud groan, as (Y/n) went to grab his phone. “We were meant to be together...boyfriends...soulmates…!”

“I wish you meant that,” (Y/n) chuckled, setting up his phone, pointing it at his bed and pressing record. “Gave it up after the fifth time you came here sloppy drunk, though. It really is just you talking out of your ass.”

The hint of bitterness in (Y/n’s) voice increased unsteadily, wavering like a candlelight. “I-I mean, you say all these nice things-then the next morning you either deny everything you said, or leave before I can even say goodbye! Or you don’t even remember most of the time!”

(Y/n’s) disgruntled laugh made Atsumu blink. He eventually simmered down, looking down at the floor and busying himself with searching through his desk. 

“That’s okay though. I have these little videos of your lies to keep me company. I can live with that just fine.” (Y/n) turned to Atsumu, holding up painkillers and setting them atop the desk. “...Sorry for problem-dumping on you, ‘Tsumu. I know you want sleep.”

“Don’t take these yet. They’re for tomorrow.” (Y/n) rattled the painkillers in their box, before producing a water bottle and extending it to Atsumu. He looked at the bottle like it was some foreign object. The water sloshed around when (Y/n) swirled it around Atsumu’s face. “It’s for your hangover tomorrow. Drink up, ‘Tsum-Tsum.”

“Only if you cuddle with me.”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. “No.”

“Then m’not drinkin’ the fuggin’ water!”

“Atsum-!” (Y/n) sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He set down the bottle of water on his nightstand, and rested his hands on his hips. “...If I give you a tiny hug, will you drink all the water and go to sleep?”

Atsumu nodded vigorously.

(Y/n) expected him to stand up and give him a hug, but instead, he opened his arms and sat expectantly, waiting for something to crawl between them. He was so far back on the bed, (Y/n) would probably have to lay awkwardly in his chest until he was satisfied.

So that's what (Y/n) did, after what felt like hours of contemplating and clenched jaws. He bit his lip, climbing slowly towards Atsumu on the bed. Atsumu smiled dumbly, and scooped him up in his arms like a claw machine. 

What Atsumu didn’t expect, was (Y/n) to stiffen up, surprised, before melting into his arms pathetically. He clumsily wrapped his arms around Atsumu’s torso, his body curling into the shape of his own like dough. He let his head slump in the crook of Atsumu’s neck, taking in a shaky, deep breath and sighing heavier than he meant to. 

(Y/n) figured he must’ve forgotten how much he relished being wrapped up in Atsumu’s arms, because he found himself not wanting to let go of Atsumu’s shirt that reeked of alcohol.

Still, after what was probably only a few candid seconds, (Y/n) pushed himself away from Atsumu, who slumped back on the bed confused, and wobbled his way back onto his feet. 

“There…” (Y/n) breathed. He had the most unreadable expression, and his voice was quiet and raspy. “Now-now drink th-the water...you promised.” 

Atsumu shrugged, swiping the water from the nightstand, and chugging it sloppily. (Y/n) went to work removing Atsumu’s socks, pants, and other things uncomfy to sleep in, until he was left in his boxers and t-shirt. Atsumu stared at (Y/n) sleepily, as he grabbed a spare pillow and blanket, and threw them on the swivel chair near his desk.

“...Y-Yer not gonna sleep here with me?”

(Y/n) furrowed his eyebrows, reaching over to stop his phone from recording, and curled up on the chair with his pillow. His voice was meek under the thin blanket he wrapped himself in. “You always ask, and i’ll always say no. Honestly I don’t know why you keep asking.”

“You look cold.”

“I’m...really not.”

“S’comfier on the bed.”

“...I like this chair.”

“I can scoot over-”

“Miya, if I give in and cuddle with you, everythings gonna be sunshine and rainbows ‘til the next morning—where you wake up next to me and regret everything! I’m-i’m trying to save your dignity here so stop asking!” (Y/n) croaked. He clutched his blanket tighter. “You’re drunk! You aren’t thinking! I already gave your-your stupid hug so stop it! How do you think I feel!?”

Atsumu rubbed at his head. (Y/n’s) hot face immediately flushed out, his voice quieting down back into his normal voice. 

“Ah...I’m...sorry. You’re...tired and I probably shocked you with my-by being loud n’stuff.” (Y/n) bowed his head slightly, before shifting away from Atsumu in his little swivel chair. “Sorry. Go to sleep now. Night, ‘Tsumu.”

When he heard shifting on the bed, (Y/n) grabbed his earphones and turned out the light. Plugging in his earphones hurriedly, he switched on his phone, clicking on the photos app and on today's video of Atsumu to cheer him up. He even caught the hug on camera, so he was looking forward to that. 

Dimming his phone's brightness to not disturb Atsumu, (Y/n) scrolled through the video, everything moving in fast-motion until (Y/n) saw himself climb into Atsumu’s arms. He paused the video there, smiling numbly, and taking a screenshot. 

Before he could add the video to the rest of his collection of drunk-sumu videos, he was suddenly hauled up and hanging upside down. He was tossed over Atsumu’s shoulder, not even having time to protest before he was thrown carefully onto his own bed. 

“Hey-Tsu-” Atsumu said nothing, climbing into the bed gracefully after (Y/n) and pulling the covers over the both of them. “Listen to me-! Let me go-!”

“If yer gonna keep sayin’ shit like...like i’ll regret it in the mornin’...fuckin’... let me,” Atsumu slurred. (Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but Atsumu beat him to it. “S’my fault…’n...m’gonna deal with it in the mornin’. S-so lemme hold you.”

(Y/n) knitted together his eyebrows, looking conflicted on what he should do. He’d been so, so good at restraining himself from stealing hugs and kisses from Atsumu when he was drunk, and his reward was the videos. If he messed it up now, would Atsumu be too embarrassed to let himself get picked up by (Y/n) when he was drunk? Was he really willing to potentially give up future lovey-dovey drunk videos, and seeing Atsumu tell him he loved him for one night in his arms again?

He was. 

(Y/n) relaxed, a numb expression on his face. He was just about done. One last time of drunk Atsumu holding him for a whole night, then it was time to move on. Hell, maybe after tonight, and after explaining to a very-embarassed hungover Atsumu in the morning that “No, we did not have sex,” maybe, just maybe, he would finally delete the videos. The video’s of his ex who didn’t love him anymore, feeding him drunk lies of ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’, and finally moving on with his life. 

(Y/n) ran his fingers through his hair, and let out a tuckered-out sigh. Maybe after he stopped clinging to the past, he could be normal friends with Atsumu Miya again. 

(Y/n) looked at Atsumu with dry eyes. He let himself succumb to Atsumu’s warm chest, breathing in his scent for what could possibly be the last time. Atsumu purred happily, adjusting so he could wrap both arms around (Y/n), using one as a pillow for him and another to wrap around his body. (Y/n) hummed dryly.

Atsumu giggled. “...Love you...so much.”

(Y/n), for once out of all the time’s he’d always respond with ‘No, you don’t.’ or ‘You’re just drunk.’, said:

“I love you too.” 

“...hehe...he…” Atsumu kissed the crown of (Y/n’s) forehead, before nuzzling it with his nose. “I love you sososo much.”

(Y/n) was quick to respond, even though his throat began closing up and making it hard to speak. You could probably tell he was on the verge of tears. “Me too, ‘Tsumu. I love you most.”

“I love you so much…” Atsumu began, this time his voice way more clearer and sober than what he’d been speaking with this whole night. 

“...That i’d pretend m’drunk just to see you again.”

“...”

(Y/n) blinked, not quite processing his words. He shrunk inside Atsumu’s cage-like arms, before timidly meeting Atsumu’s eyes. They seemed much clearer, less hazy from ‘alcohol’, and they stared back at him with it’s usual ‘Atsumu’ look.

“...huh…?”

Atsumu patted (Y/n’s) head. “Yer so cute. I love you so much.”

“Wh-wait-” (Y/n) tried to wriggle his way out of Atsumu’s arms. “You-you’re not-”

“Nope. All I did at the bar tonight was watch Bokkun and Shoyo-kun drink so i’d smell like alcohol. Then I told—well, paid Omi-Omi to call you sayin’ I was drunk again, so I could see what stupid shit I did at your place when I was drunk.”

“Though,” Atsumu nodded at the discarded phone on the ground, next to (Y/n’s) makeshift swivel chair-bed. “I could've just asked to see that video of me. Or the rest of them, ‘coordin’ to Kozume-kun.”

(Y/n) sputtered, trying to find the words to speak, but finding himself too embarrassed to. He’d, finally, been caught red-handed. 

He sighed, casting his head down, before crawling out of his bed and taking the walk of shame to his phone. “...You caught me,’Tsu...Atsumu. Caught me real good, Atsumu.”

(Y/n) scrolled through his phone, searching for the album full of his drunk video’s of Atsumu. He clicked on it, then waved his phone around guiltily. He turned the phone around, peering down at it sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete all of these...and I...I can drive you home if you want.”

“Nah. M’pretty comfy here.” Atsumu laid back down. “I’d be comfier if you were in my arms again, though.”

Atsumu made grabby arms towards (Y/n). (Y/n) blinked, searching Atsumu for any sort of satire. He found none, and nervously inched toward Atsumu until he was pulled back into his chest. The phone was, once again, forgotten on the floor. 

“Wheeeeeey, there we go~” Atsumu nestled down onto the bed, crooning (Y/n) in his arms and stroking his head. “Ain’t that comfy.”

He pressed a small kiss to (Y/n’s) forehead. “Love you. Goodnight~”

“...Wait, n-no you-”

Atsumu pressed another kiss onto (Y/n’s) face, promptly shutting him up. He tried speaking again, just to have another kiss placed onto his face. This cycle went on, (Y/n) trying to voice out his protests just to be hushed with kisses all over his face, until he reduced into a pile of hot tears, melting his face off raw. 

Atsumu kissed (Y/n’s) tears away. When more kept coming, Atsumu pulled back, stroking (Y/n’s) hair as gently as he could. Gentle was not a word to describe Miya Atsumu, but he sure as hell would try. 

“Stop cryin’...” Atsumu whispered, kissing another falling tear away. “I came here to win ya back, not make you cry…”

“I-I’m sorry-” (Y/n) sobbed out between hics. “I just- I missed you so-”

“I did too.” 

They sat there, small hics coming from (Y/n) as Atsumu quietly stroked his hair, and in all honesty, they would have laid there forever. But (Y/n) finally wriggled his way out Atsumu’s grasp, timpering his way to his phone. 

He picked it up, fiddling with it, before turning his phone screen around. Atsumu leaned closer. 

‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad) - 0 videos’

“Deleted them all.” (Y/n) murmured. “Figured I wouldn’t need them anymore now that I got you here…”

Atsumu blinked before erupting into a wide smile. He sprang off the bed and attacked (Y/n) with a big, bear hug. “You bet yer ass you won’t!” 

He peppered kisses around (Y/n’s) face, and instead of crying, (Y/n) began to smile.

“Stop it-that tickles! ‘Tsumu-!” The red tear stains on (Y/n’s) face were barely noticeable under the flurry of kisses he was under. Atsumu grinned stupidly into (Y/n’s) skin.

“Ya know full well you don’t want me to.”

And he didn’t.

Atsumu pressed one final kiss to (Y/n’s) face, this time, and for the first time in a long time: on his lips.

——————

I’m really proud of this 👉👈 I’d like it if I could get a lil,,,reblog,,,with thoughts,,,or comments,,,aha ha ha,,,

Lil thing I found funny

[jungwonenthusiast]

Friends Don't Lie Ch. 1

Pairing: Jungwon x reader

Warnings for this chapter: underage drinking and smoking, mention of porn

Chapter word count: 2k

Based on: Stranger Things

Sunoo

“Can we play please?” Sunoo pleads, tugging at Sunghoon's sleeve.

“No, you’re not a baby.” he rolls his eyes.

“Who said d and d was for babies?” Sunoo scoffs and plops onto the couch.

“Everyone,” Jay says while trying on one of Jungwon’s jackets. “Even Niki doesn’t play anymore.”

Sunoo groans. “You guys are boring.”

“I’ll play with you.” Jake ruffles his hair.

“We need at least four people.” he whines.

“You guys play, we’re gonna go to the drive-in.” Niki says.

“And do what? Makeout with people and get gonorrhea?”

“That’s not how STDs work, dumbass.” Jay laughs.

“Whatever,” Sunoo rolls his eyes again.

“It’ll be fun man, just come with us.” Jungwon grabs at his arm. “Plus you like scary movies.”

“It’s Videorome, isn’t that movie about porn?” Sunoo frowns.

“Just come,” Jungwon begs. “I’m gonna be the only one without a chick, you have to keep me company.”

“I’m just gonna go home, Heeseung hyung will be mad if I stay out.” Sunoo stands up and slings his backpack over his shoulder.

“You gonna bike home?” Jake asks while spritzing cologne on his neck.

“Yeah, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Sunoo says while making his way up the basement stairs.

“See you.”

“Bye Ddeonu.” Jay teases.

Sunoo walks by Mrs. Yang who’s cleaning up the kitchen.

“Bye Mrs. Yang, thank you for dinner, it was delicious.” he smiles at her.

“Of course Sunoo-shi, are you going home now? I thought you boys were going to the drive in?”

He shrugs. “Yeah but I figured I should go home so that my hyung doesn’t worry.”

She smiles and pats his head. “Such a sweet boy, tell him I said hi alright?”

He nods and heads out the door.

It’s pitch black out and the air feels dry.

Sunoo mounts his bike and starts to peddle home, but something moving in the corner of his eye catches his attention.

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Jungwon

Jungwon feels bad. He hates feeling this way. It’s eating at his conscience.

“Why are you guys so mean to Sunoo?” Jungwon says while steering his Camaro.

“What are you talking about?” Jay lights a cigarette and Jungwon slaps it out of his hand.

“Don’t smoke in here, my mom will kill me.” he scolds.

Jay rolls his eyes and throws it out the window.

“It’s just our way of showing affection.” Sunghoon says with Niki sitting on his lap. The car doesn’t have nearly enough seats to fit all of them, but they make it work.

“You need help if you think that’s what affection is.” Jungwon grumbles.

Jake shakes his shoulder. “Loosen up Jungwon, he knows we love him.”

“I hope.” he replies.

Jungwon always wishes he could be nicer to Sunoo. Everytime he sees him he thinks, I should compliment Sunoo or tell him that I appreciate him. But he never does and he hates himself for it.

Jungwon parks in their usual spot.

“I’m gonna go try to con us some beers.” Jay says before hopping out the car.

“Don’t get arrested.” Sunghoon jokes.

Jake rolls down the window to chat with the girls next to them.

Jungwon slumps into his seat. Something feels wrong. They go to the drive in all the time, but something feels off. Everything feels, sounds, and smells the same. But there’s a tinge of pain in Jungwon’s heart. Maybe Jay’s cigs are starting to get to me, he thinks, but he knows that he’s lying to himself.

“Can you just go to her car?” Sunghoon groans. “We exist too you know?”

“Fine,” Jake opens to car door and merrily makes his way to her Ford.

Jay comes jogging up to the car with two cans of beer in each hand. “I am incredible.”

“Indeed you are.” Sunghoon reaches out for one. Niki does too but Jay pulls his hand away.

“No way man.” Jay chuckles and Niki groans.

“I’m literally taller than you.”

“And I weigh more,” Jay says. “No beer until you’re seventeen.”

Jay hands Jungwon a can and he reluctantly cracks it open. He never liked beer but he figured he needed it today.

He lets the bitter substance go down his throat. He holds his breath before swallowing so that he can’t taste it.

Jungwon watches the movie in a daze. The alcohol has gone to his head and everything feels calmer despite the gore being displayed on the screen.

“Shit, it’s eleven thirty.” Jake says. “I’ll drive us home, you’re all too drunk.”

“I can drive.” Jungwon insists.

“No you can’t.” Jake pulls him up by the arms and guides him to the backseat.

Jungwon rests his head on his hand as Jake drops everyone off.

“Alright get up Won, we’re here.” Jake parks the Camaro in the driveway.

“I’m tired.” Jungwon whines and gets up sluggishly.

“You’re such a lightweight.” Jake chuckles and helps him to the door. “Get to your room before your parents see you.”

“Roger that.” Jungwon mumbles and tries to sober up before heading through the door.

The stairs moan underneath his feet as he quietly climbs them. He can hear Jooyoung chatting on the phone as he walks to his room.

He changes into pajamas and heads to the bathroom. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are half open.

“Damn, I am a lightweight.” he says while observing his face in the mirror.

He splashes water on his face and rakes his hands through his hair.

The bathroom light flickers. He furrows his brow.

“I thought dad fixed that last week.”

He washes up quietly and knocks on Jooyoung’s door.

“What?” she calls out.

He creaks the door open. “Don’t be on the phone for too long noona, mom will get mad.”

She rolls her eyes. “She doesn’t need to know, don’t be a snitch.”

“I never am.” he sighs and closes the door.

He climbs into bed and turns to look at the photo on his nightstand. It’s him and the gang at seventh grade graduation.

Jay is smiling big and towering over the rest of them. He was always the tallest among them and Jungwon was dead jealous.

Jake’s arm is slung around Jungwon and Jungwon’s arm is around little Sunoo. Sunoo’s smile is bright and cute. His suit jacket is too big for him, he probably borrowed it from Heeseung.

Jungwon still remembers the day he and Sunoo met. It was the first day of kindergarten. Sunoo was alone on the swing set, staring at his feet. Jungwon had a few friends that he met in preschool but he wondered what the harm was to have one more. He asked Sunoo if he wanted to be friends. It was the best decision he ever made.

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“Breakfast!” Jungwon’s mom calls out as he pulls on a striped polo.

He skips down the stairs and sits down at the dining table.

“Have you seen Sunoo? Heeseung called this morning.” Mrs. Yang says while handing him a plate of waffles, bacon, and eggs.

“No, I thought he biked home.” Jungwon cocks a brow while pouring syrup over all of his food.

“That’s disgusting.” Jooyoung remarks while taking a seat next to him.

“Your face is disgusting.” he jeers.

“Well make sure he’s at school today okay? Heeseung sounded really worried.” Mrs. Yang sits down next to her husband.

“Does he think he got kidnapped or something? As if anyone would want him.” Jooyoung snickers.

“Fuck off, that’s not funny.” Jungwon says.

“Language.” Mr. Yang says sternly.

“She’s being an ass.” Jungwon rolls his eyes.

“What did you just call me?” Jooyoung’s head snaps towards him.

“Whatever.” he dismisses her.

She shoves his shoulder. “No, say it again.”

“Stop it! Both of you!” Mrs. Yang yells. “Can we not have one peaceful breakfast?”

“I can, I don’t know about her though.” Jungwon grumbles.

“I’ll kill you.” Jooyoung grits her teeth.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Jungwon replies.

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Sunoo’s not at school.

“Do you think he’s sick or something?” Jake wonders.

“That doesn’t make sense though, his mom said he never came home last night.” Jungwon chews on his pencil.

“Maybe he went to someone’s house.” Jay suggests and Jungwon gives him a look.

“Who’s house would he have gone to? We’re his only friends.”

Jay shrugs. “Maybe he has a secret lover.” Sunghoon chuckles.

“Why aren’t you guys taking this seriously? Something could have happened.” Jungwon crosses his arms.

“I’m sure he’s fine. Nothing bad ever happens in this shit town anyway.” Jake says right as Mr. Jones walks into the classroom.

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Jungwons heart drops further and further into his stomach as the day goes on with no sign of Sunoo.

The boys are playing basketball during p.e when Principal Coleman and a policeman walk into the gym.

“I wonder who’s weed they found.” Jay jokes but his smile diminishes as the two men approach them.

“Gentlemen we need to speak to you,” Principal Coleman says, “outside that is.”

They all give each other nervous looks but follow suit. Jungwon can feel eyes on his back as he makes his way out of the door.

“Do you know what route Sunoo takes to get home?” the chief says. He towers over them and his biceps look the same width as Jungwon's thighs.

“Yeah, he takes Mirkwood.” Jungwon replies quickly.

“Don’t fucking call it that anymore.” Jay rolls his eyes.

“What the hell is Mirkwood?” the man says and crosses his arms. “Stop messing around, this is serious.”

“It’s where Cornwallis and Kerley meet.” Jake says.

“Why do you call it Mirkwood?” the cop says, unimpressed.

“It’s from The Hobbit.” Jungwon says and Jay shoves his shoulder.

“What? I’m just telling the truth.” Jungwon exclaims.

“So what happened to Sunoo?” Sunghoon says plainly. “Where is he?”

“We’re not sure, he’s probably at his Dad’s-”

“Why would he go there, his dad’s a cock.” Jay argues.

“His dad sucks.” Sunghoon says under his breath.

“Enough, let me do my job alright?” the cop says, exasperated.

“We can help look for him, we know all the places he likes to go.” Jungwon says with hopeful eyes and Niki nods.

“Yeah, we can help.” Jake says.

“No,” the cop shakes his head. “After school you are all to go home, and if I see any of you searching around, I’ll have you in shackles. Is that clear?”

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“We have to.”

“What if we get caught?”

“Then we run.” Jay says while packing a backpack of supplies.

“You think we can out run him?” Jungwon gets up and pulls a jacket on.

“Of course we can, that dude was huge.” Niki says while chugging down a Coke.

“Don’t drink that,” Sunghoon tsks. “You’ll have to pee.”

“I’ll just piss in the woods.” Niki rebuttals.

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The sun had set an hour ago and the stars were twinkling bright.

“Where are you boys going?” Mrs. Yang asks while watching tv on the couch.

“Party.” Jungwon says quickly.

“With backpacks?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Uhm, yeah.” Jungwon nods and she giggles.

“You’re not a good liar Jungwon-ah. Have fun, don’t be stupid out there.” she says and they happily head out the door.

Jungwon drives to Mirkwood with his headlights off. He couldn’t risk getting caught, that cop scared the shit of him.

“There’s a barricade.” Jake says quietly.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon says while getting out of the car, pulling his flashlight out of his backpack. “Shit, it’s raining.” Jay wipes a raindrop off of his cheek.

Jungwon takes his flashlight out and pulls his hood over his head.

They hop over the blockade and venture into the dense woods.

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It’s pouring at this point and their hoods are only making things worse.

They can’t even hear their footsteps over the sound of crashing rain.

“What are we supposed to be looking for?” Jake asks.

“Anything, his bike, his jacket, him.” Jay says.

Jungwon was starting to regret this decision. They’ve been walking for what seemed like hours with no clue of Sunoo.

“Maybe we should turn back,” Jungwon says. “This isn’t working.”

“No,” Jay says. “We need to keep looking, cops miss shit all the time.”

“Hold on hold on,” Jake stops in his tracks.

“What?” everyone asks.

“Shut up, do you hear that?” he says and they all try to open their ears. There’s rustling coming from ahead. Something is coming towards them.

“Fuck.” Jungwon whispers and grabs onto Jay's arm.

They all lift their flashlights to find a human in nothing but an oversized yellow shirt, breathing heavily and squinting from the lights blinding their eyes.

[rebeccccccaaa]

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Heyyya I saw that you were taking requests! I love your writing and could I maybe get a fic where the reader is slightly new to the avengers and they’re at one of Tony’s parties and someone tells the entire team how she’s always felt that no one could lover her and somehow Bucky reveals his feelings for her and it maybe ends in smut or fluff? Thank you 💗

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut 18+, Bucky gets upset and it’s kinda hot ;), insecure!reader, fluff

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Thank you for the request darling! I tweaked it a bit but i think i did alright… Anyhoo enjoy!!

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“Quite the party, Tones. Really one up yourself tonight didn’t you?” Nat said after everyone cleaned up. It was around one in the morning, Everyone that Tony invited to yet another extravagant party had finally left.  Leaving you and the rest of the team for a small little after party,  as per usual  according to Nat.

You joined the Avengers not long ago and you had yet to be invited to one of Tony's parties.  This was the first of many to come and boy, did those fantasies get fulfilled.  Guests dressed to the nines occupied every corner of the room, it was almost too crowded for your taste. 

But now here you were settled on the couch with the rest of your teammates laughing and giggling about stupid things that happened during the party. 

“Hey, you had fun,” Tony pointed sternly at Nat, who simply shrugged with a devilish smirk. 

“So what now? Because I don’t know about you guys but I am not tired at all,” Clint groaned.

“Truth or dare?” Nat said.

“What?” 

“Truth. Or. Dare,” she repeated.

“Dare,” he challenged.

“Lift Thor’s hammer,” she mocked, considering the last they all tried it no one succeed and a robot crashed their party.

“Alright,” he grunted, standing up.

“Tony, got any robots that wanna kill you this time?” He laughed.

“I don’t think so,” Tony looked around, making everyone laugh.

“What happened last time?” you whispered to Bucky. 

“I have no idea, I was in hiding after I almost killed my best friend,” he whispered back.

“I’m so sorry,” you had a shocked look on your face.

“It’s ok, doll. We’re all fine and dandy now,” he winked, making you feel flustered. 

Bucky had the one you felt most friendly with. Nat too but you usually spent most of your time with him. He was just so nice to you and not to mention how incredibly charming and handsome he is.

“Had enough?” Nat said.

“Bitch,” Clint grumbled before sitting down after having failed yet again to lift Thor’s hammer.

“Who’s next!”

You guys went back and forth giving dares to everyone, from making Steve and Bucky have a beer chugging contest, to asking Vision if he had a dick, you know being a robot at all, to you taking three shots of tequila with no chase, ultimately failing and almost dying.

“Ok, we’re doing too many dares; I’m running out of ideas,” Nat laughed.

“Y/n, truth or dare.”

“Truth, I guess,” you said.

“What’s… your biggest fear?” a collection of ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ah’s’ echoed.

“Oh, well uh… clowns,” you chuckled, not really wanting to reveal you real fear; you felt it was kinda stupid.

“Clowns? Bitch, please. What is it for real?” Nat scooted to you.

“Um… well, uh-”

You took a deep breath.

“Being unlovable,” you whispered.

“What? We love you, Y/n. You’re family now; we all love you,” Steve spoke up.

“Yeah we love you,” everyone chimed in. 

“I know it’s stupid,” you said, shaking it off.

“It’s not stupid if it’s your biggest fear,” Nat said rubbing your back.

“I guess what I mean is… You know that love where you just think about that person and your palms get sweaty, you start feeling hot, your stomach kind of erupts into butterflies. And it's just because you thought about them. You see their smile and you want to smile too. You see them laugh and it's music to your ears; and all you can think about for the rest of the day is how you can make that person laugh again. And when you touch them, your fingertips start to tingle. Your body turns cold and then they leave and then your body turns really hot and you get super sweaty. That kind of love is so intimate between you and that person. I've never had that and I'm terrified that I never will.”

Everyone looked at you with their full attention. They never really thought about it because they’ve all loved someone. Steve felt that way about Peggy, Tony with Pepper, Nat and Bruce felt that way with each other, Thor had Jane, Clint was married and had a family, Wanda and Vision. It was just you Sam and Bucky and it was obvious you three had never been in love like that.

“How can you say that?” Bucky broke the silence.

“What?”

“How can you be afraid you’ll never be loved? Y/n, any man, woman, anybody would be the luckiest person alive to call you there’s. You are so special and unlike anybody I’ve ever met. I see you smile and it’s like a work of art. Your laugh is the most precious thing I’ve ever heard. Everytime you touch me I can’t help but wish…,” he paused, remembering there were other people around.

“You’re perfect and anyone who can’t see that is goddamn fucking idiot,” he huffed. Bucky didn’t give anyone time to process what he said before he left the room to his own.

“I think I’m done… for the night,” you whispered walking out. 

“Yeah good night guys,” Nat followed you out. 

Everyone scattered and went to their rooms, tension still in the air. You went to your room and thought about Bucky’s words. It felt like there was something between you two but it was exactly clarified. You changed into sleepwear and decided to talk to Bucky real quick before bed.

“Buck?” you softly knocked on his door.

“Hey,” he said, awkwardly opening the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course,” he opened the door wider and closed the door behind you.

“I thought about what you said, tonight.”

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to upset you or make you uncomfortable,” he scratched his neck.

“I’m not upset.”

There was a moment of silence between you.

“Y/n,” he spoke up.

“Yeah?” 

“I like you,” he said bluntly.

“So when I heard you say you didn’t know if you were unlovable I got kinda upset because well,” he trailed off.

 “Really?” you asked, smiling softly.

“Yeah, I get it if you don’t-”

“No! I do, I do. I like you,” you laughed. Bucky breathed out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He walked closer to you until he stood toe to toe with you. Your stomach fluttered like you wished it would for so long before . You felt hot and resisted the urge to reach out and touch him.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n,” he cupped your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” you responded.

You melted ainst Bucky when his lips touched yours. You felt unsteady and reached forward to holding his waist, smaller than you originally thought. He walked slowly forward until your knees buckled and you sat on the bed. 

You fell back and pulled on top of you making Bucky’s hips settle between your legs. His rough hands felt gentle moving slowly up your body under your shirt. His hands brushed the curve of your breasts making you gasped lightly. 

Bucky lips traced your jaw line and you moved your head back giving him room to nip at your neck. Your hands instinctively went to hair and you moaned softly at Bucky's lips on your neck. 

You slightly pushed him off of your body and lifted his shirt. Bucky lifted his arms not without a chuckled and discarded to the floor. You moaned at the sight of his muscular torso, your nails lightly scratching him make his abs tighten under your fingertips.

You practically tore your own shirt off before throwing yourself to him kissing him hard. He laughed wrapping his arms around your bare torso bracing himself from falling on the floor with his feet.

“You’re so handsome, Bucky,” you giggled.

“And you’re so gorgeous,” he responded.

You both rid of your bottoms and you laid back for Bucky to hover over you. His eyes were lustful, nearly black, as he stared hungrily into your own. Your skin raised, chills running down your spine. Bucky kissed you as he lined himself with your entrance. 

Up until this moment you hadn’t realized how wet you were, arousal practically oozing from you onto your thighs. You peeked in between your bodies and was taken back by his impressive size.

“Is it gonna fit?” you looked up at him.

“Of course. But if not, well there are plenty of ways to give my girl pleasure.”

“Your girl?” you smirked.

“Hell yeah, doll. I didn’t almost reveal that I’ve been waiting to get my hands on your delicious body for nothing.”

“You’re too funny,” you kissed his nose.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his face softening.

“Yeah.”

He pushed himself in sliding easily from your slick. You closed your eyes and moaned as did Bucky, throwing his head back slightly from pleasure.

“You feel fucking amazing, baby,” he groaned.

You just moaned feeling incredibly full. You squeezed his shoulders allowing him permission to move and he resisted thrusting animalistically because you felt so velvety. You felt so warm and perfect; like you made for him and him for you.

“Fuck, Bucky. Harder please. Fuck me hard.”

“You sure honey?” he questioned not wanting to hurt you.

“Yes, please!”

He grabbed your hands and brought them over your head thrusting into like a maniac. Your back arched causing Bucky to hit an entirely new angle making you moan louder. 

“God you sound so fucking pretty. Those precious little sounds from me fucking you stupid,” he whispered lowly in your ear. 

“Fuuck!” you drew out. Your legs wrapped around Bucky pulling him closer chasing your orgasm. 

“Look at that, baby. Look how your pussy’s taking me,” Bucky grunted. 

You looked down to see the lewd image of Bucky going  and out of you repeatedly. It was so eroctic however, and you moaned before finally feeling the tightened coil in the pit of your stomach burst. 

Your back arched once again and your arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck after he let go reaching his own high too. You both moaned before settling in silence; your body trembled under him and Bucky breathed heavily into your shoulder.

“Fuck, that was unbelievable, doll,” Bucky laughed.

“Yeah, man. You’ve got a good dick,” you smirked.

“If you let me, I want to take you out. On a real date,” Bucky said.

“I’d love that,” you smiled. 

You two fell asleep that night and woke up in each other's arms. Bucky took out to breakfast, then lunch, and then dinner. You guys didn’t like the food at the restaurant too much so you used Tony’s card that you snuck out and went to McDonald’s dressed highly inappropriately, better dressed for Tony’s party than this. 

Nonetheless, it was perfect and that fear you had long disappeared for everyday bucky made sure you knew he loved you. And of course you did the same.

[jaehyunoos]

- Over it

Summary: You always preached about getting over your ex, real fast. But what if you haven't and you've been lying to yourself all along?

Genre: Breakup!au, angst, a tiny bit of fluff at the end

Tw?: Alcohol consumption, a mention of reader wanting to unalive herself, reader is lying to herself as a coping mechanism???

Pairing: Lee Jeno x fem!reader (brief mentions of Haechan)

Word Count: 1.7k (it's the longest I've ever written lmfao)

Author's Note; Angsty queen or what?? lmao,, HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JENO !!!! also, my requests are open if you want to request anything I will deliver <3 if you read this I love you and thank you for reading !! Enjoy 💚

You were over him. You were sure of that. After breaking up you did absolutely everything to get him out of your mind and surprisingly enough, it worked. You got a new haircut, started a new job, took care of yourself better, and made new friends. Life was a piece of cake for you when he left, everything came to a lot easier, in which you were thankful for that. You had moved on once and for all... Or so you thought.

Finding yourself looking back at times you were with him, how happy he made you, how much of a gentleman he was, how he made you feel like you were high; above everyone, and how much pleasure he gave you, you were his muse.

Slapping yourself out of your trance, you promised yourself to not think about him anymore. This night was going to be all about you and you only. Not Jeno -hell- not even a hundred Jenos couldn't stop you from having fun tonight. You were over him and that was final.

Walking into the house; which the party was hosted. Nose filing with the writhing stench of pure alcohol, mixed with sweat, you internally gagged passing by a couple making out at the kitchen entrance, you rolled your eyes taking a beer from the fridge and making your way out to the sofa. No way you would get out of this party sober, you had to drink, you had to get wasted. In honor of this prick; Lee Jeno, your ex.

You always boasted about how you were over him and how you didn't love him anymore. How he hurt you so bad that your feelings for him just stopped. You were so full of yourself, wow you had gotten over a relationship that you thought would be tough to manage, what a surprise. But seeing him walk into this house -powerfully so- with a lady by his side smiling and hugging his friends, you started to rethink everything you've done so far.

Were you really over the one and only; Lee Jeno? Or was all of this just a front, a new way of coping without him in your life? How did you manage to lie to yourself and believe it?

You know what they say; fake it 'till you make it. But did you? Did you make it? No, the fuck you did not. You were not over him. And you wouldn't be able to get over him, ever. Today marks the day you realized you didn't move on, putting one and two together you realized that all this time you were lying to yourself, and everyone around you. The hypocrisy.

Chugging the liquid down your throat, along with the betrayal you felt, the cold liquid cooling off your insides, making you feel a lot better at that moment. You smiled to yourself, alcohol made you feel free, your coping mechanism of a real escape once in a while. You got up to your feet, straightening your clothes, you made your way to the kitchen once again. You made sure you walked past them in long, powerful strides, grabbing your beer and exiting the kitchen, the same way you entered.

You glanced at them, seeing as he didn't even spare a glance at you, you sulked on the sofa. You couldn't stop thinking about the way he held her, by her waist, as if she was something so delicate; so fragile that if he held her in his arms for too long, she would break and disappear from his arms. You wanted to cry at that moment, he looked so happy. Maybe he truly was, maybe he didn't lie to himself like you did, and he was truly over you.

Or maybe he wasn't, you liked to cope with that idea. That he was putting up a front for you and everyone, that he didn't move on from you, but only the pained ones can dream, am I right? You wanted to dip at that moment, hide forever; or die. You shouldn't have come to this party, ever. Maybe if you stayed home and kept lying to yourself that you were happy, that you were able to live your life better without him. But at the same time, you wanted to get up and give him a good old slap into his handsome face.

How could he move on that fast? Get a new girlfriend, just like that, as if you never meant anything to him, ever. A person sitting beside you, suddenly, took you out of your train of thoughts.

"Hyuck!!, hey!" you breathed out.

Lee Donghyuck aka; Haechan. One of Jeno's best friends aka; your emotional support boy, was there with you, in all your crazy times after your breakup with him. "Hey, babydoll" he came closer to your face so you could hear what he said. Babydoll. The nickname he created after he, unexpectedly, caught you crying over baby dollies once, while he was over for late nights talks.

"What are you doing here all by yourself, mi querida?" asked, him.

"I'm trying to have as much fun as I can, I have so much to do this week" you let out a fake sigh, you had no work, no classes this week. You were just creating excuses because you were gonna spend those 7 days crying yourself to sleep and eat ice cream 'til you throw up.

Haechan threw an arm around you "he's here you know" he motioned towards Jeno and his crew with his chin, you looked over there for a second, catching a glimpse of Jeno smiling. You looked down at your red solo cup, sighing, "I know, what can I do about it" you looked at his eyes this time. "it's his birthday today".

"I know, how could I forget" you smiled.

"Maybe, I don't know, go there and wish-"

"ooookay time to get up and dance" you patted his thigh as you got up.

"Gosh, why are you so stubborn, I asked you to wish him a happy birthday, not fuck him, for god's sake!!" Haechan shot up from the sofa.

You stood there for a second, frozen, what was this outburst?

"Are you out of your mind!? He's clearly over me Hyuck, and as much as I wanna go up there and give him the biggest hug I can't. I can't just barge into his life back again and be like "heeey" as if nothing ever happened between us, as if we didn't hurt each other!"

You didn't mean to burst out like that, he probably heard what you said in fact; everyone did. Tears gathering in your eyes, you ran outside, the embarrassment too much to handle. You felt overwhelmed. You felt as if everyone was pushing you all this time and you -just now- had finally reached your breaking point.

Sitting on a bench near the pool, you let your sadness, frustration, regret, lies; everything takes over you as you sobbed into your hands. You felt stupid for crying over something so small, you felt bad because Haechan was probably somewhere beating himself up for pushing your limits. You didn't mean to be that sensitive.

You suddenly felt movement beside you as if someone sat there. You took your face out of your hands and looked at the person. Gasping, you wiped your -now wide- eyes and sat straight. There was none there besides the one and only, yeah you guessed it; Lee Jeno. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he gave you a soft smile.

'It's okay, you can sit, I guess" you cleared your throat.

You looked at him as he stared straight into the sky, a soft smile displaying on his lips as he rocked himself gently, back and forth. Mimicking his position, you did the same as you looked to the front, enjoying the cold breeze. "What happened to us?" you heard him speak, you turned to him, shrugging, "I don't know".

"it's like one minute we were in love and the other we were not"

you frowned.

"true, it's just one of us stopped loving the other for good but the one who thought that she had everything under control, turns out she's still madly in love, with the other" you smiled at him.

What you said caught him off guard, his eyes went wide in shock, but he quickly recovered. "Look, don't get me wrong I loved you; a lot, heck I might still love you. No, scratch that I am still in love with you, but, I'm in a very happy and healthy relationship and I want to keep it that way" you felt yourself tense up at the word 'relationship' but you quickly covered it up with a smile "it's okay Jeno, I get it, I never really expected anything after our breakup anyways" you patted his shoulder as you continued looking at the stars in the sky.

"Hey, Jen" you called out to him.

"Hm?"

"Can I get a last hug?" you looked at him.

"Come here" he motioned as he opened his arms to engulf you in a hug.

That's what it felt like hugging your whole world.

Finally. She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven. After all the pain, the drama and deceit, the chaos and despair, there was rest. She felt once again the warmth and safety of his arms and how his hands held her as if he had known her all her life. She was finally home.

"She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven." But that only would last that long as Jeno had to go back home to the safety of the arms of his girlfriend, and she had to go back to an empty home, an empty world, cause that's what her world felt like without him; empty. She wanted him back in her arms, she needed to be in his arms, but it was too late for that as Jeno went back to his girlfriend and she had to go back home, full of regrets. She was not over him and she chooses to ignore it and the more she ignored it the more further away Jeno slipped from her arms to the arms of another.