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valeskakingdom · 3 years

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Jerome met the reader at the circus ... They spend the evening together (well, maybe have sex)? And then the reader leaves Jerome (he gives her his grey coat, what a gentleman) and comes back the next day, only to find out that he killed his mother and is sitting in Arkham. A year goes by (like in the show, I guess?) and the next time the reader meets Jerome, he’s on the bus with the cheerleaders and of course Jerome remembers her! ;) Is that too much? ;-;

Requested by: @valeskaduh

So guys, here's the final part 2 of my one shot. Hope you like it as much as part 1!!

Wordcount: 3510

Here's part 1: "https://valeskakingdom.tumblr.com/post/647442495087820800/request

Warning: mention of murder and violence

Credit: @gotham-swag

It was late, something after midnight already.

You both, Jerome and you, still laid in his bed fully covered in sweat thinking back about what has happened before, all the feelings, the pleasure... Everything.

Your clothes laid strayed on the ground; your underwear laid next to the bed while your shirt and pants laid elsewhere in any corners of his room.

Jerome had wrapped is arm around your waist to comfort you whilst you rested your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was even and slow.

"That was great, wasn't it?" Jerome broke the silence between you with a slight chuckle.

"Indeed," You chuckled "It was worth it."

"It was. Haven't met a girl that could give that good blowjobs."

"Jerome!" You slapped his chest in embarrassment widening your eyes, a strong blush went over face. You were a little shocked about his assertion, but otherwise you felt honored.

"No need to be embarrassed (Y/N)," Jerome chuckled caressing your side "You could see it as a compliment. I'd choose you over others."

"U-uhm...Thank...you? I feel...honored." You mumbled in embarrassment.

"You're cute when you're shy like that." Jerome smirked, sitting up and took a cigarette from his nightstand and lightened it to smoke.

You hummed saying nothing, just gave him a little smile.

You liked it how he called you cute, and that he liked your shyness. It gave you some hope that maybe that this,between you and him, could turn into something more than just a simple one off. All the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear, all the compliments and intensive kisses... That couldn't come just out of nowhere. You had the feeling something was special between you two; you couldn't say what it was though. All you knew was: you felt different in Jerome's near. It was like you two would know each other for ages.

While Jerome was smoking his cigarette off, his smoke spread through the room that you inhaled it. It didn't bother you, you were used to it from home.

You think took your phone out of the pocket of your pants to behold the clock: 00:37

Time for you to go, you needed to get ready in a few hours for your work.

"Anyways, I think it's time for me to go. Need to stand up early," You sighed grabbing your underwear to take them on "You know, work and such."

"Awww really?" Jerome gave you a little pout while admiring your body for one more time "I enjoyed the time with you."

Again he viewed you from head to toe, admired your curves and your flawless pale skin. His view was giving him chills again and he had the urge to touch again. He missed this feeling of your soft skin, this incredible feeling of him inside you making you moan, or the feeling when you dug your nails in his back because he pleasured you well.

"Me too," You giggled and pulled your pants up to buttoned them, then taking your shirt on "But yeah, I don't wanna be late. My boss becomes mad if anyone's late."

"How's your boss when he's mad?" Jerome asked with a certain leery undertone mixed with jealousy.

He looked at you frowning, his breathe became uneven, he kinda seemed to be upset like if you say a wrong word he's about to explode.

It confused you a little, but you didn't give a shit about it. You thought you maybe were just imagining this jealousy. How could he be jealous anyway? He didn't know you at all so he had nothing to loose when you go.

"Let's say you don't wanna mess around with him. He can be a little scary." You took your shirt on. Now though it wasn't as tight as usual anymore because Jerome tugged it from your body.

"Is he touching you?" Jerome gave you a stern look, his tone became rougher what confused you even more.

"Oh no. No, no, he's just yelling and he hears grudges." You turned to him "It's just annoying, that's all."

"Alright," He nodded standing up to take his boxers on "But wait, before you go..." Jerome walked to his wardrobe taking out a dark grey coat handing it to you "Here, it's cold outside."

"Thank you, but you don't-..."

"It's fine, you can keep it," Jerome smiled "See it as a little reward for the gorgeous night." He winked at you making you blush.

"Thank you." You smiled at him taking his coat on. You smelled his cologne, it smelled like any usual cologne but knowing that it was his made it special.

You both walked to the trailer's front door.

Jerome opened the door, you walked a few steps but turned around to face him. With a smile. You looked at his beautiful shining blue eyes for one last time. More and more you recognized that you liked him. You realized that you've never felt this huge amount of comfortableness and happiness. Sure, in an another relationship you've been happy, too, but not as much as with Jerome.

It was strange, very strange. You couldn't understand how you'd be so attached to a stranger. Maybe it was because Jerome was the perfect guy in your eyes and something gave you the feeling that you two belonged together?

"Well, then," you kissed his cheek quickly "See you around, Jerome."

"See you around, (Y/N). Hope to see ya again." One last time, he gave you this amazing smile before he shut the door.

With a little smile you walked out of the circus. You couldn't wait to visit the circus again to meet Jerome and have an amazing time together.

***

Days went by.

You couldn't stop thinking about Jerome - how kind he was to you, how good he treated you, and let's not forget about the sex, of course. The sex was amazing.

Though you still had his coat. You know you couldn't keep it, you wouldn't feel right about it.

Due to different circumstances, the circus was still in your city. On the one hand, you were curious about the reason why. Maybe there were some complications with travelling? Or maybe they did an extra show and had a lot of work to do to prepare for the show?

On the other hand, all your thoughts focused in Jerome. You were excited: you imagined to hug him, talking to him, laughing with him... Everything you wanted to do when you were able to see him again.

You made your way to Haly's circus with Jerome's coat.

As you arrived, everything seemed to be normal. The circus tent was still constructed, the trailers stood still on the same places as on the day where you visited the show, and the artists still walked around the yard.

You looked around to find someone you could talked to and who you didn't bother; then you saw the Ringmaster who was taking his rings to pack them into his case.

He was a tall colored man with some kind of clown makeup: red cheeks. white makeup was smeared around his face and a fake beard was glued on his upper lip. He was wearing a red suit and a black tophat.

"Hey, uhm...excuse me?" You hesitatingly tapped on his shoulder.

"Hm?" He turned to you with a grunt "The circus is closed for visitors. There ain't be a show today."

"Oh, I know but," as the Ringmaster was about to turn around, you grabbed his arm and turned him back to you "I was just looking for Jerome. He gave me his coat a few days ago and I wanted to give it back."

"Oh, haven't you watched the news? Jerome's in Arkham-..." You widened your in shock, you hoped you haven't heard it right.

"Wait, wait, wait...he's what?!"

Arkham?! Has he really said 'Arkham'?! The asylum where murderers, cannibals and other lunatics are living in?! What is he doing there?! Why is he in Arkham?! What has he done to be busted in there?! These were the thoughts that couldn't get out of your head. Jerome was a criminal? How could he?! He was so kind to me, so polite...was that all just acting? Did he play with my mind?

"He killed his mother with a hatchet. You might know her as the snake dancer." He sighed shaking his head slightly while he kept packing the rings in his suitcase "Let's just hope she didn't have a painful death."

"A-alright...t-thank you..." In shook and disgust, you slowly walk back to your car.

You couldn't believe what you've heard. Jerome was a killer: a blood-thirsty, psychotic and cold-hearted killer. You felt poor, you had the feeling you were about to throw up every minute. You slept with him and you liked it...you even wanted to meet him again!

You were disgusted by yourself.

Now you just wished that you could have changed the past; that you've never slept with him, never let him kiss nor touch you...that you've never even talked to him! You just wished that as he bumped into you, that you ignored him or snapped at him that you and himwoukd have never dealt with each other - everything.

***

*1 year later*

It was a rainy and cloudy day in Gotham.

It was cold, your window panes were fogged through the high temperature difference between your room and outside. In your room, it was warm and comfortable while outside it was cold, almost as cold as in winter.

You were just sitting on the couch eating some sandwiches, drinking a Coke in the hope something new and excited happened in your life.

This day was bearing you down, you didn't know why though. Maybe it was just the weather? You had no idea. You just felt empty inside since last year. And you exactly knew why.

You still couldn't believe the fact Jerome was a killer. You couldn't imagine how an actual kind and smart boy with a gorgeous smile, ginger hair, blue eyes and some abs could grab a hatchet to kill his own mother. You just wished it was a lie and that reality played a bad game with you. For sure, you didn't know Jerome completely, you've just met him once but still you could say that this all felt so wrong.

It was the disgust that caused this feeling. You were disgusted by the thought that you allowed a murderer playing with your mind to get in your pants while he was about to murder something behind your back. You were disgusted by the thought that you imagined you and him being a couple, that you wanted to date him... You were disgusted by everything that included him because it reminded you of all this. When you just heard the name Jerome, you felt shivers down your spine and a feeling mixed of disgust and feeling poor.

One thing that confused you was: you couldn't throw his coat in the trash can. You kept it, it hung in your wardrobe and you smelled on it every day because his cologne was still buried in it, then you remembered the gorgeous night you had with him and all the feeling you felt...But then you remembered who he really was and what he has done right after the meeting of you which caused you to close your wardrobe fast and walking out of our room to quickly forget all that - day by day.

Full of boredom, you turned the TV on hoping something could entertain you there.

But then you saw this:

"Hello, Gotham City! We're the Maniax and I'm Jerome, the shot caller of our little gang. We're here to spread the message of wisdom and hope!"

You couldn't believe your eyes. It was Jerome with a bloody nose who cackled shortly, then shot a cop because he coughed and groaned in pain - he apparently disturbed his little show. He was back, he escaped out of Arkham.

Your body was shaking, your breathe was uneven - you were paralyzed.

You started panicking. No place felt safe for you anymore, especially not your little apartment. You needed to be with someone. You thought, when you're alone you'd be fucked. Maybe he remembered you and wanted to look for you? You remembered that he told you, he'd choose you over others. Of course, they could have been just words but now you never know... He was a psycho who might remember everything.

"Some people have no manners." He took a deeper look in the camera "You're all prisoners. What you call sanity, it's just a prison in your minds that stops you from seeing that y'all are a just tiny little cogs in a tiny absurd machine! WAKE UP!"

Jerome yelled in the TV what made you flinch and you curled up in your couch wrapping your arms around your legs tight. Your face was half hidden being your knees that you were still able to watch his little show - but with fear.

"Why be a cog? Be free like us!" Jerome started to cackle "And just remember, smile" he cackled squishing the dead cop's cheek while cackling louder.

Then you heard horns honking, the police was haunting him.

"Oh, time to go!" He crawled down do the ground taking a police head on and still held the camera tight "But dont worry, we'll be back very soon! Hang onto your hats folks, 'cause you ain't see nothing yet!" Jerome cackled insanely but you immediately turned the TV off.

You grabbed your phone fast to call your best friend (Y/bff/n). You needed to be with them. Being alone in a little apartment would just driving you nuts, especially when Jerome was out!

Your best friend was the only one who knew about Jerome being your one off as they knew that Jerome was a killer so they surely understood why you were so scared. You didn't want to risk anything - whether he'd remember you or not, you didn't want to be alone.

Your phone was ringing, you hoped they'd pick up the phone:

(Y/bff/n): hey (Y/n)! Wha-...

(Y/n): Have you watched the news?!

(Y/bff/n): Uhm...no, why? And why are y-...

(Y/n): Jerome's out of Arkham!!

(Y/bff/n): Wait what?! Are you sure it's the Jerome you're thinking of??

(Y/n): he was in the TV...he's planning something... Can stay with you? I can't stay alone. It's driving me nuts. I already have the feeling he's eyeing me from several corners.

(Y/bff/n): Of course! Come over now. We'll get your stuff later.

(Y/n): Thank you! I'm on my way already! See you!

You hung up, immediately taking your jacket, your phone, your keys and some shoes.

You ran out of your apartment, locking your door and walked straight to the next bus station.

You were in a hurry. Outside you didn't feel well at all. You felt being watched, being haunted. You had the feeling Jerome was everywhere and that he just waited the perfect moment to catch you. Everytime someone was walking past you, you felt shivers down your spine and you were scared that any person was a member of 'the Maniax' and kidnap you and bring you to Jerome. You walked faster to the bus station to arrive your best friend's home as fast as possible. You turned your head to the left, to the right, to see whether someone was haunting you. No one did though. It was just your mind.

As you arrived station, the bus came immediately.

You entered the bus as it stopped and chose a seat in the back.Everywhere around you cheerleaders were gossiping, laughing, squeaking about any boy who kissed a friend and such. You instead kept quiet and looked out of the window.

After a few minutes of driving, the bus stopped through a red car from the fire service that blocked its way. Its horns were honking and you could hear someone was getting out of the car.

You saw a ginger guy dancing out of the car on his way to the entrance of the bus. Your heart stopped. Was it Jerome? Was now the moment where you life will end?

He knocked at the door with something, the cheerleaders started to scream.

Something bad will happen now was what you thought while your pulse was running, your sweat was dripping down your forehead, and your hands were shaking. You wanted to cry, you wanted to crawl back in a corner and hope everything will be fine.

Suddenly the door opened, strangers in white suits with guns entered the bus and put us all in handcuffs that were sticker on chains while they pointed their guns at your heads. But for an unknown reason they went out immediately after everyone in the bus was handcuffed.

Cheerleaders were screaming louder, some even started to cry, to son, and to beg for mercy. You instead kept quiet. You couldn't scream. You were in shock and panic, in fear, some tears were already streaming down your cheeks while you tried break free - you failed.

"I want you all to know," you suddenly heard a familiar voice that paralyzed you in shock - he was here "this was a very difficult decision for us. It was between you and uhm... senior citizen bingo party. In the end we decided to skew a little younger. Youth won the day. Sorry." Jerome walked through the bus eyeing each cheerleader girl and pointed his gun at their heads.

With every step he did, you could hear a clicker-clacker caused by his shoes.

Your heartbeat felt like it could explode every minute. You had the feeling you would die soon. More and more tears streamed down your face, you were sobbing in fear, your hands shook uncontrollably. You just wished, you'd come out here alive.

Then Jerome stopped walking, he was eyeing you in surprise and excitement.

"(Y/n)?!" He bended down to you in astonishment completely around him that all the cheerleaders around him were crying and sobbing, and so were you "My, my, my, look at you. You've grown up in that time we haven't seen each other. How you're doing?"

You said nothing, you were just confused about his behavior.

What was wrong with him? Just a few minutes ago he was about to kill us and now he's behaving like an innocent child?! Was what you thought as you just gave him a confused look.

You were still scared though, maybe again he was just playing with your mind as one year ago just to get you?

"It's so good to see you (Y/n), you know that?" He sighed with a smile on his face leaning his elbow against the seat in front of you to lean his head against his hand "I really couldn't stop thinking about you when I was busted in this dirty old shack. The night in my trailer with you...it was marvellous! I still know each part of your body in detail...it brought me many good nights in my cell." Jerome chuckled dark.

You didn't know what to say. Was he about to kill you now? Was it all just a trick again? Do you have to feel honored now that he thought about you every night and jerked off your body?

You stared into his blue eyes, you could tell he was planning something new - and this time it included you.

"Yeah," Jerome kept staring at you with his grin in his face "Anyways, what's new in your life?"

"U-uhm...p-pretty boring...," You sniffed "Nothing has r-really changed since l-last y-year." You stammered feeling odd about having a normal conversation in such an actually dangerous situation.

"Hm..." Jerome hummed flicking his tongue "You know, actually I wanted to splash gasoline all over the cheerleaders and burn them but...now that you are here... I take you with me and THEN I continue my plan." Jerome uncuffed your hands taking them tight and ran with you out of the bus, the other cheeleaders started to scream and cry again and again begged for mercy.

As you and Jerome stood in front the open entrance of the bus, he softly wiped some hair strains behind your ear. With his thumb he caressed your soft skin and wiped all the tears and smeared mascara away.

Jerome smiled at you admiring your face for a while. He looked deep in your eyes, then down to your lips. With a finger snip your fear was gone, the feeling of uncomfortableness faded slowly. Your breathe was uneven though, his personality changes scared you still. Your hands was still trembling, your knees weak. But something told you that you didn't need to be scared of him anymore. He at least safed you.

"From now on, doll, you're mine."

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torikengel · 4 years

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Thomas Hewitt x Reader (Part 10)

When you opened your eyes, the sun was already rising. You felt a pleasant warmth exuding from beside you. You rubbed your eyes to get a clear vision of what, or well who was in bed with you. You saw Thomas peacefully snoring by your side. Then the memories from the last night flooded your mind as you realized you were still both naked. Your first reaction was to panic, but then you noticed something you ignored before. Something on Thomas’s body. You had a clear view of his arm in daylight, and as you inspected his skin, you saw scars... not a few of them, but a whole bunch. These scars covered his whole arm, some were deep, and some looked quite new.

“Oh my god...” you gasped at your discovery. Your heart ached for Thomas. Right now, you had a strong urge to protect him, no matter how ridiculous it seemed. You were still a victim, but you felt less like one after every moment spent with Thomas. Maybe you felt a sense of responsibility? You believed that you could help Thomas and ease his pain... If you ran away, it would mean you betray him. You would be like all the others who stabbed him in the back. You tenderly ran your fingers through his hair.

“Tommy...” you whispered, clenching your teeth. You were split between your past and future... you missed your life, freedom, family, and friends. But then there was this man, this murderous cannibal who made your heart inexplicably flutter. You checked his arm one more time and gave him a soft kiss on the deepest scar.

“Maybe if we met sooner.” you pondered about his past. Right, if you two met under different circumstances. You placed your head back onto the pillow and turned to your side as you decided to sleep a bit more.

“Ahh...” you yelped as Thomas unexpectedly turned around to hug you from behind. But then you just smiled and closed your eyes, enjoying his presence.

When you woke up again, Thomas was gone, and so was every other evidence that would suggest he was ever next to you. Maybe it really didn’t happen, and it was just a dream? You stretched your arms and looked out of the window. The sun was already remarkably high up in the sky. You yearned for the freedom outside the walls of this house.

“You had a choice...” you sighed for yourself when you remembered how close you were to escape last night. But you didn’t turn the doorknob. You didn’t open the door. Were you really out of your mind? You didn’t understand yourself anymore. Everything you did was against natural human instincts. You stepped out of bed only to realize that your ankle is cuffed again.

“All right...” you teared up uncontrollably as you slipped down from the bed, landing on your knees. You saw your suitcase on the floor next to you, so you decided to rummage through your past. After putting on a dress and underwear, you found a diary that captured your attention, so you opened it and read.

“This road trip sucks so far; I am fairly sure they invited me only for my money. Nobody really talks with me. I swear this is the last time I am going somewhere with Emma...” was the last written paragraph. You wrote it before you threw the diary into the suitcase as you were dizzy from writing in the van, but you were frustrated, so you had to. Now you didn’t have any of your good friends or family with you so that you couldn’t share your feelings with anyone... it wouldn’t hurt if you wrote something again, right? You needed to cleanse yourself somehow.

“I was kidnapped by a local sheriff in this weird town in Texas after we had an accident on the road. Even though I am quite sure it’s not a real sheriff. This family killed Emma and the others and ate them... There are four of them... and I...” you couldn’t bring yourself to write that you purposefully missed an opportunity to escape because you had feelings for the guy who kills and butchers humans. You scrapped the idea of writing any further and stabbed the page with your pen... and again and few more times until the rest of the diary was destroyed. You threw it away and climbed back to bed. You were hungry, and you really wanted to use the bathroom, but you didn’t dare to call someone as you didn’t want Hoyt to be the one to answer you. You thought about yesterday, when you felt like more than a victim, today the reality dawned on you and mentally destroyed you. You wished Thomas would be here. You wanted to tell him how you felt about your needs. Why wasn’t he there with you?

Thomas wasn’t pleased about the situation either. Hoyt was searching for him in the morning, and when he couldn’t find him in the basement, he went looking for him in your room. He found you both in the same bed, and you weren’t even cuffed. He gestured for Thomas to immediately come out and then scolded him to no end.

“What do ya think yer doin’ Thomas? Sleepin’ in the same bed as yer bitch? Didn’t ya learn anythin’?” Hoyt rumbled. He was furious. To him, you were an outsider, a piece of meat. If Thomas really wanted to fuck you, it was for the sake of satisfaction and not some lovemaking shit. You would become dinner eventually anyway. Then Hoyt sent Thomas to the basement and told him to stay there as he wasn’t in the mood for his face, which obviously hurt Thomas, but he complied. Hoyt decided to take away some comfort from you, so Thomas couldn’t see you or let you out of the room. Plus, you didn’t receive any food.

But Hoyt left on patrol, and someone in the house didn’t like the idea of you starving to death. You heard a light knock on the door.

“C-come in.” You stuttered nervously.

“Good mornin’ darlin’.” You saw Luda Mae standing in the door frame with a plate and cup in her hands.

“Charlie isn’t in a good mood today.” she sighed. “But I can’t let ya starve now, can I?” she smiled at you while coming closer. You were so relieved. It wasn’t Hoyt, and Luda brought food.

“Is Thomas okay?” you said as you took the meal from her.

“Oh, m’dear y/n.” she smiled when you mentioned her son.

“He’s in the basement. I think they argued with Charlie. He ordered him to stay out of his sight today,” she explained with a pained expression.

“Why doesn’t he come out when Hoyt’s gone?” you asked curiously. Luda sighed again. “Hoyt locked him in there and took the key. Ya know darlin’, Hoyt doesn’t take no disrespect and ma boy Tommy was acting up. As much as I disapprove of this, my hands are tied. Charlie has the last word in this family. I couldn’t stop what they did to Monty, either.” She complained.

“What happened to Monty?” you asked despite having an idea.

“He got shot by a biker, and Charlie forced Thomas to treat him...” she made it sound so innocent, even though Monty was missing both of his legs. She really didn’t want to portray her son as evil. And you didn’t think of him that way either. You nodded while you ate the bread she gave you to let her know that you were paying attention.

After you finished the breakfast, well brunch, Luda Mae returned to take the empty plate and cup.

“Darlin’, I can tell that my boy Thomas likes your company. I only want the best for Tommy. He gave me this.” she took a small key out of her pocket. It was key to your freedom.

“But ya know I am just a weak old woman now, and I know Charlie would be furious if you escaped.” she was very unsure of her actions. You didn’t understand a thing. Luda uncuffed you, so you could use the bathroom and take a shower. You didn’t want to cause her trouble. If Hoyt could do what he did to Monty, you didn’t even want to imagine what fate awaited Luda if you ran away because of her.

“I know it must be borin’ to stay in that room all day alone, darlin’.” Luda Mae said as she washed the dishes in the kitchen. You were standing next to her, leaning on the wall.

“Would you mind helpin’ me around the house today?” Luda Mae looked at you and raised her eyebrow.

“Of course, anything.” You replied and smiled at her. How could you say no to her? And so you spent the day cleaning the house with Luda. Honestly, it was for your own good as well, because from the first time you arrived you’ve thought that the house is really filthy. However, you understood that Luda was already an older woman, and the house was huge, so it must’ve been hard for her to be the only one taking care of the household.

You were proud of yourself when you finished. Even Monty seemed to approve of your hard work.

“Good work, m’dear!” Luda cheerfully announced when she looked around the now clean living room. The feelings creeping on you this morning were gone, and you felt more like an actual human being rather than a piece of meat again. You weren’t cuffed, and you basically spent some family time with Luda and Monty. Your moment of happiness was abruptly interrupted by the sound of an arriving car. It was Hoyt, and when you looked closely out of the window, it seemed that he wasn’t alone. There were two guys and a girl with him in the car. Luda quickly pushed you up the stairs to make sure Hoyt doesn’t see you. You rushed to your room and looked out of the window. Apparently, Hoyt locked them in the car because he came to the porch alone. Luda opened the door and let him in. He didn’t even realize how clean the house was. He just went straight to the basement door to summon Thomas.

“Come on, Tommy, move yer ass and help me out here!” he shouted and then walked back to the car. You were still looking out of the window but concentrated on the noises coming from downstairs as well. Hoyt opened the door for the girl sitting in a passenger seat and let the guys out of the car too. They seemed okay, and Hoyt was actually polite? You didn’t understand the scene unfolding before your eyes. And then he saw you. One of the boys looked up, and he saw you staring at them from the window. But before he could do anything, Hoyt grabbed the girl and pointed a gun to her head. Both guys were visibly shocked. They genuinely believed he was a sheriff helping them until this point. Then you heard loud footsteps, and Thomas stormed out of the house with a chainsaw in his hand. The guys tried to run away, but Hoyt shot one of them to his calf. The other turned around to help his friend, but only a bullet to his shoulder awaited him. Thomas grabbed one of the wounded guys and threw him on his shoulder, and then he disappeared into the house. You figured he took him to the basement. Hoyt took the redhaired girl into the house too, and the guy who has been shot to his leg was crawling in pain away from the house. He was desperately slow. You heard screams of the girl and Hoyt’s footsteps as he struggled to bring her up the stairs to his room. You quietly went to the door and peeked out as you opened them. Hoyt didn’t notice as he was too busy with the girl who was screaming and kicking everywhere around herself. But she saw you.

“Help me! Please, you, help me!” she stared at you with despair in her eyes as she tried to get out of Hoyt’s grip. Your eyes widened, and you instinctively closed the door. You covered your ears in a futile attempt to prevent the girl’s voice from reaching you. You knew well what awaited her with Hoyt. Meanwhile, Thomas got the other guy who tried crawling again. And that was it, you couldn’t see anything else, and you could only think about what was happening in the house. The girl’s screams didn’t fade at all, and the revving of the chainsaw was piercing your ears as well. You wanted it to end finally, but then you heard a loud thump as the basement door burst open, and Luda’s voice echoed in the living room as she was screaming Thomas’s name.

“Tommy! Hoyt! Hoyt, come down!”

You opened the door again and stepped out of the room. The girl was still screaming, and Hoyt was nowhere to be seen. He probably didn’t hear Luda. You couldn’t hear Luda as well now. You braced yourself for the worst outcome as you ran down the stairs only to find Luda tied up to a chair with a rug in her mouth.

You gasped… what was happening? Then you saw him, the guy who has been shot in his shoulder standing in the kitchen with a bloodied knife, Thomas nowhere to be found.

a/n: Now what, you and another victim together in a kitchen... I am sorry for the cliff hanger, but the chapter would be too long, but I am in the mood for writing, so will post the next chapter tomorrow.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 4 years

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No strings attached (G.D./E.D.)

Summary: When his brother gets married, Grayson is there for his best friend who happens to be Ethan’s ex and the one who got away. However, when she suggests they start a no strings attached relationship with the sole purpose of having a baby together, Grayson is quick to accept for he had loved her his whole life and maybe...just maybe, she loves him too. And while she struggles to move on, remembering the twin who had broken her heart, Ethan complicates everything when he admits he still has feelings for her.

Warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT (unprotected sex), cheating, alcohol, swearing..

Word count: 18k+

"You came." It didn't feel like a statement, more like a gasp that passed his lips in a moment of weakness because seeing her had rattled his self-made gilded cage.

"Grayson insisted." Y/N forced a polite smile, but she couldn't fool Ethan. Not when he had taught her how to fake a smile because she was always too honest and wore her heart on her sleeve. She was too pure to be able to deceive people, so he showed her how and he never expected he'd be hit with a fake smile from her heavenly lips he loved to kiss.

"Oh." It's more of a sigh, a heaviness that pushes down on his chest and makes it harder for him to breathe. It’s been about ten years since they were truly alone and he never thought the next time they would find themselves alone would be in a barn right after he vowed to spend his life with another.

"Is there a reason you wanted to talk to me or are you here just to stare?" Her sharp tongue had caught him by surprise, but he didn't mean her harm, surely she knew that? He simply couldn't help himself once he saw her leave in need of solitude, his own need to speak to her too dire to resist the temptation.

"I'm not sure. I just...when I saw you, I felt my heart stop and everything I didn't want to remember came rushing back. I felt like I'm twenty again, standing in front of you with my heart in my hand and you breaking it all over again." The last thing he wanted was to start an argument, especially not one that's ten years old and something he should have left in the past. His conviction of that is confirmed when her impassive face slowly changes from disbelief, to frustration, to rage.

"I broke your heart?!" Control she tried to hold onto had dispersed as his words reopened wounds she tried hard to close for a decade and failed inevitably.

How can one move on from a man she considered to be the one? No one compares, even now as he's pushing her buttons on a day she felt herself shatter. Even when he had chosen another over her, time and time again, he couldn't let her go. He either loved her too much or not enough.

"You're so full of shit, Ethan. Always were." With a shake of her head, she couldn't do it. She couldn't stand there and rehash the painful past he had left her burdened with. She came for closure, not to be reminded of the cruel nature of their lover's death.

"Me? I'm full of shit?! I stood there, making an eternal vow to someone I always thought would be you, but it never happened! Kristina isn't you!" Shouting at her as she tries to pass him by and get as far away as possible, Ethan grabbed her wrist on instinct and pulled her back to face him. When he did that in the past, she'd always smile and kiss him, tell him all she ever wanted was to know he cares enough to fight for her and their argument would be over, but not this time. There was no room for forgiveness in her eyes and her hate for him was brighter than the fire she held for him before.

“Be honest. We could have worked out.” Her eyes narrow at him when his words grip her heart and mind, pulling her back to a time when she was such a fool for him. From the moment he first kissed her, she was slowly losing herself in him.

"And I'm to blame?" She scoffed, ripping her hand out of his hold with a scowl on her face. Rubbing her wrist to soothe the ache that couldn't compare to the real pain he's caused her, she draws in a short breath.

"You left to Australia to figure things out and disappeared for a month! You brought a girl with you halfway across the world, quarantined together! You started dating her before ever telling me we were finished and then I was expected to be your friend? Fuck that and fuck you." The darkness in her voice is easy to imagine festering inside her for years, yet Ethan never realized she saw it like that.

He could see the pain written in her teary eyes, on her slightly wrinkled forehead and in her trembling lips. He could see the anguish he caused her and yet he found himself torn to pieces by all the plans for the future he had for them that never came true. Years have gone by and somehow, by a cruel twist of fate, she had grown into an enchanting, gorgeous woman and he still had a weakness for her.

"I was at the airport, naive enough to think the online chatter were baseless rumors, but I saw you kiss her." Swallowing thickly, Y/N found it hard to breathe. "And I guess it was fate for you...after all, you did marry her today." She shrugs, wiping a tear before it even started its path down her cheek, likely her last stubborn act to protect her pride and flawless makeup.

"I wish I didn't. I...thought you'd call, or come. I left you a ticket to come for my birthday and you never did. I just thought you were done with me. I thought our time apart had turned into a break and she was there...she was good to me.” Running a hand through his hair, Ethan could hardly breathe with the way she looked at him, her presence is just as intoxicating now as it was back then.

“Why didn't you tell me? If you told me you cared, I'd have left her in a heartbeat, even today. Even now." Ethan sighs, leaning closer to the woman he should have fought for, the woman of his dreams and the one he had told his father was his soulmate. Perhaps it's his stubbornness or his pride that blinded him to her feelings that persisted for so long, but no matter what it was, he had no excuse. He should have fought for her.

"How convenient for you." But she wasn't forgiving now as she usually is and she had no more heart left to give this man who had gambled her trust away. Not after the damage he had caused and left her alone to deal with the rubble.

"Go back to your lovely wife, Ethan. She deserves a faithful husband." With a slight push of her palms against his chest, Y/N had done what she should have done long ago - she let Ethan go and finally, for the first time in forever, she could breathe fresh air again.

Her head hurt and the old scars burned, but as she walked away, her soul was made anew - light and open to new beginnings, something she avoided. She had pushed away every man that got too close, afraid to be hurt again. Now, she found herself ready to try again.

"Tired?" Grayson raised an eyebrow as he took one good look at her glistening eyes and realized how draining the day must have been for her. Every time he asked, he'd get the generic "I'm fine" answer and a smile he could see through, but he let her pretend if it meant she'd get through the day alive. He saw her wither, mourn for his brother for years and it pained him too much for it to be healthy, but he felt her pain personally.

"Exhausted." She mustered a real smile for her best friend, opening her arms wide to give him the biggest hug just for being him. She might have lost Grayson for a while when Ethan first broke her heart and it was mostly because she needed time to heal but they quickly found their way back to each other and despite them moving away in different parts of the country, the pair stayed in contact and always made sure to meet every few months if their lives took them away for longer periods of time.

"But I'm glad I came. It felt good to let the old grudges go." She tightens her hold on Grayson, her hands resting on his strong back as his muscles relax under her fingertips and she can only smile in content. She never felt as warm or safe like she did in his arms. He's always been the man that made her smile, even when she was going through hell. Happy or sad, angry or stressed, he was there to lighten the mood and she always appreciated him for it.

"Wanna have a movie night and get a bit drunk?" Grayson suggests, more than aware of her sudden burst of giggles at the thought of him drinking alcohol.

"You don't drink." She reminds him, continuing to chuckle, covering her mouth with her right hand, something Grayson hated. He always thought she had the most beautiful smile and yet, at some point, Y/N felt deeply insecure about it and it drove him mad because it deprived him of the most mesmerizing view.

"I'll drink a few with you. I'll even let you throw popcorn at every cheesy romance scene on TV." With a small smirk, Grayson pulled her closer to him, stealing a second hug for his soul, but to reassure her as well.

"Let's go." She mumbled into his shirt before separating, allowing Grayson to open her door as he always insisted. She appreciated the gesture more than he knew. Grayson is a perfect gentleman and she couldn’t help but question why he’s been single for so long. In fact, he never had a real relationship since they met.

Driving away to Y/N's hotel room, just to make sure no one comes looking for them at the Dolan house, the pair were unaware of wandering eyes of a drunk, desperate groom who felt his rage swell inside his chest with every beat of his bleeding heart.

They drove in silence, music filling the air to prevent any awkwardness although they never had those moments...unless the time Grayson walked in on a naked Y/N in the shower back when they first met at eighteen counts. Aside from a bruise he got from running into a wall instead of the door as he apologized profusely, Grayson found it hard to look at her at all without being flooded with inappropriate thoughts.

"Make yourself comfortable." She tells him the moment she walks into her hotel room, dropping her bag by the door, throwing her heels off within the next two steps. Her heels remained tossed close to the door, like a hazard Grayson was sure would make him sorry he didn't put them in the place neatly for her, but the moment he saw her unzip her dress and it fell to the floor around her sore feet, his brain no longer functioned properly.

With a single move of her fingers, she unhooked her bra as well, throwing it behind her with a loud exhale of relief and while she told Grayson to get comfortable, he could hardly move. Hell, he could hardly breathe as his heart picked up speed and his dick soon felt the accelerated blood flow as it twitched in his pants, aching for release.

She was quick to put on a loose shirt, leaving her with an almost covered ass and those curvy legs of hers available to his curious, hungry gaze that couldn’t ignore the lacy green panties she had on.

"I have a bottle of wine I wanted to gift the newlyweds, but fuck them. They're getting married and starting their life, they don't need quality wine! We do!" Rambling, she grabbed a few glasses that clinked as she carried them, placing them on the table before settling on the couch, only then noticing a very stiff looking Grayson who still stood by the door.

"Are you okay?" She tilts her head to the right with the slightest inkling of worry in her eyes, looking him over for signs he may need help - top to bottom, only to pause in the middle as his problem became evident.

Swallowing thickly, she bites her bottom lip as Grayson rubs the back of his neck nervously, ashamed of his current situation but she only chuckles, rolling her eyes.

"I'll take it as a compliment, now get out of those uncomfortable clothes and drink with me." She orders, opening the bottle with a slight pop before she pours herself a full glass and half a glass to her best friend. Better to pace him than have him drunk within an hour.

"If you're not here in a minute, I'll rip those clothes off you myself." Fixing her eyes on his situation once more, she raises a brow with her very own curiosity playing games with her mind. "With my teeth." She adds coyly, watching Grayson squirm, unable to ignore the red tint in his cheeks.

Quickly, Grayson takes her advice...or better yet, order, getting into nothing but his boxers, stumbling over her hazardously tossed shoes before sitting next to her.

"I don't have anything else to wear." He groans, too aware of his hard on being distinctly impossible to hide now, even as he placed both hands over it.

"I'll crank up the heat so you’re not cold. It's fine. We're friends. If you want to cover up, you can use the blanket, but I promise you I'm not insulted or anything. If I'm anything, it's horny and that won't be happening, so..." Trailing off, she shrugs with disappointment in her small smile and for the first time in forever, Grayson saw an opening. It's something he had held back on, but he didn't have it in him to keep denying himself the woman he had desired for so long he no longer found anyone else worthy of his time for more than one night.

Stature of limitations can't possibly be effective after one party is married, right? Besides, Ethan had simply gotten to her first when in fact, it was Grayson she first met.

"I wouldn't take that watch. It's a knockoff." Grayson couldn't help himself. Not only was the person in question drop dead gorgeous, she also picked up a watch he made a mistake on a year ago and it was a rather hefty check he gambled in the process.

"I'm aware. But thank you." She didn't look back, tired of men and their mansplaining, and definitely tired of men flirting. She wasn't exactly popular with guys she likes, but for some unknown reason, guys she didn't like had a tendency to be very persistent in winning her affections.

"So why buy it then?" However, Grayson was never one to give up and he had no intention of letting this woman go without asking her name first.

"Because my budget allows for a counterfeit, nothing more and I still want it to look fancy." At this point, Grayson knew he was the last person this girl wanted to talk to, but as he opens his mouth to apologize, she turns to him with grace he believed to be magical and her eyes met his.

As cliché it may be, Grayson thought time stopped...even if he was standing in the middle of a shop filled with clocks that could easily prove him wrong but he never felt it before - can a heart literally skip a beat when you meet the person you're meant to be with?

"What if I can give you a fancy, original watch and all you'd have to do is make me a dinner?"

Looking back, he saw how that might have made her feel like he's giving her an immoral offer, but at the time, she was desperate and he was handsome as hell. She saw it as a win and agreed with the widest, most beautiful smile - the first time he ever saw her smile and a sight she didn't cover up back then.

Little did he know Ethan would end up being there as well, crashing their date and soon enough, stealing her right under his nose.

So yes, maybe he didn't give a shit if Ethan is okay with it, this was finally his time to shine. If it's not too late considering she seems to be in love with Ethan even now after he betrayed her over and over again.

"Can you believe Ethan got married before us?" Already tipsy, Y/N chuckles in disbelief, leaning closer to Grayson as she holds her second glass of wine close to her chest. She wasn't much of a drinker either, but she needed some alcohol to get through the night.

"I mean, I always thought it would be you. He used to tell me he isn't fond of the idea of marriage but when we have kids and all that he'd be okay with us getting married." Taking a big chug, she nearly chokes on the wine, coughing as Grayson pats her back lightly. He used to think he’d be the first to get married too, but he gave up on the notion.

"Remember when we made that deal?" It suddenly dawned on her as Grayson reminded her of something she buried in the furthest parts of her mind.

"Before you and Ethan got together, we were sitting on the roof, watching the stars?" Grayson continues and she hums, acknowledging him.

"I said I'd marry you if we were thirty and single." She didn't expect the smile that appeared on her lips nor the honest emotion that took over. They were only eighteen when they made the deal after she and Ethan got into an argument about him buying her expensive gifts she had never asked for before they were even dating officially.

"We're almost thirty now." Stating, she turned completely to Grayson, her eyes taking in his naked torso before continuing.

"We don't have to get married or anything, but don't you want kids?"

Rubbing his forehead, Grayson couldn't help but feel he's too sober for this conversation.

Does he want kids? More than anything!

Did he think he'd be nearly thirty and alone? Never.

"Yes. I know where you're going with this and no. You're drunk, you're not thinking soundly so we can't go down that road." Grayson sighs, moving back to give her some space and create a little distance between them, but she quickly grabs his hand and holds him in place.

"I had two glasses of wine, don't be so dramatic.” Rolling her eyes at him before her face falls, Y/N sighs.

“Grayson, I can feel my biological clock ticking and my womb is crying for a baby to carry. I want this and I honestly can't imagine anyone I'd rather do it with than you. You are daddy material. I've always loved that about you." Taking his hand in hers, she inched closer with a slight smile pushing onto her face.

"We are best friends. We can't just have a baby and act nothing happened. IVF would be brutal anyway." Grayson is trying his best to be the voice of reason. He had a sip of wine, but not nearly enough to ignore that she might be doing this because she can't watch Ethan move on with his life in a very definite way and be happy for him.

Is he supposed to be her distraction from the pain?

"Who said anything about IVF? We could have sex, right here, right now. Repeat it a few times to be sure over the next week and that's all. After that, no sex or romantic feelings. We'd be co-parenting, and if we meet someone else along the way, we'll figure it out as we go."

And maybe he's had more than a sip, perhaps even a whole bottle if he's seriously considering her offer, but then again, he's drunk off her. He's in love with her and he has been for ten years and she's giving him a chance to have her, even if it's for a week, and a chance to be in her life for as long as they both live. Perhaps it's nothing compared to what he wished for, but it's undeniably everything in this particular moment where her bare thigh is rubbing against his and her palm is set on his arm, her eyes boring into his soul as her plump lips quiver with desire.

She's looking at him like she wants to do more than just make a baby - she's looking at him like a man she's passionately interested in and it's a look he's waited a lifetime to see in her eyes.

So, despite all reason and better judgement, Grayson smiles before pulling her onto his lap. "I'm in."

Resting her forehead on his, she draws in a shaky breath. "No strings attached?"

Reluctantly, he confirms. "No strings attached."

Little did they know they would be tangled in all the strings the moment their lips touch.

That first taste of his lips made her heart shiver, her hands shaky as his fill up with her ass, feeling him squeeze as his tongue swipes her bottom lip. Wasting no time, she grants him access, pushing down on his lap until his hard-on pressed against her inner thigh and she can't help the moan that passes her lips nor the brazen curiosity her hands indulge in. Her palms travel down his chest, her left one remaining on his neck as the right one continues on its journey to his hardened member, drawing in a deep breath as his hands move up to the small of her back, warm against her skin.

"So warm." She managed to mumble against his lips, her hand finally reaching his aching bulge, hastily palming him until he breaks their kiss, groaning with unrestrained desire and his control wavers.

"A-are you sure? We still have time to stop and just watch a movie." No matter how it pained him, Grayson couldn't go through with it without making sure she's not going to regret it. He didn't want to be the guy that used her in a vulnerable state and he never wanted to taint the friendship they had before he tasted her lips for the first time in his life. And just one taste of her was enough to mark him hers. He couldn't get enough.

Pausing, she cups his cheeks and bores her eyes in his, the clock ticking in the background only sound beside their strained breaths filling the silence. She couldn't believe he doubted her, although she understood why he's apprehensive.

For a moment, Y/N worried he may find her unattractive, or someone already tarnished due to her relationship with his brother and yet, when she looked into his chocolate brown eyes, Y/N only saw concern for her. He cares enough to handle blue balls if she's in any way doubtful of their unexpected actions. But then again, somehow, Y/N found it as anything but unexpected.

"Never been as sure as I am now."

Reconnecting their lips again, she found herself immersed in him, fully lost and consumed by no one but Grayson Dolan. His hands on her body, his tongue locked in an intense, fiery tango with hers, his penis already visible through his briefs and her own unquenchable desire and longing taking over as she pulls her shirt up, breaking the kiss long enough to pull it off her head and reveal her breasts - nipples hard and ready just as she is.

If there's anything she's sure of is that all her sense of self disappeared when his mouth captured her left breast, his hands slipping past her waistband, flicking her clit as soft moans betray her pleasurable need for him.

"I can't", she shuddered, breathing hard as his open mouthed kisses left a burning trail on her collarbone and she knew she was done for.

"Please, Gray." She struggled to keep herself sane as his fingers picked up speed and a scream erupted from deep inside her chest and he smirked against her neck. Sensitive, needy and ready to comply, she leaned her head on his shoulder while he worked his magic.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want." He teased her, slowly building her up to her first orgasm and he wanted her shaking and wet when he starts having his way with her. She would surely need it.

"You. I. I want you. Inside me. Take me, please." She pleaded, her eyes closed as he picks her up and moves toward the bed, her legs wrapped around him as she rubs herself against him for friction though he didn't stop his hands from making her moan. Try as she might, she couldn't hold them back.

Placing her on the mattress, he smirked before lowering his head to her thighs, gripping her lacy green panties with his teeth before ripping them in a single move. He craved to see them, but the satisfaction he got from tearing them off her was unparalleled.

"What?!" She didn't get to scold him for his lips have found their way onto her sensitive nerve bundle, sucking as his fingers delved inside where she needed him the most. Her hands weaved in his hair, pulling at the stray locks with quivering in her lower abdomen as her breathing became short, coming in gasps of pure ecstasy and her thighs trembled as Grayson's hands gripped her hips and kept her in place when she tried to move away. She pulled at his hair a little too hard, but Grayson didn't mind - loss of control means she's lost in the feelings he had provided her with, only fueling his unbelievable thirst for her solicited moans he only ever heard in his dreams or something close to them whenever she ate something she really liked.

He's relentless, unforgiving and a generous lover and while her mind is forming incoherent thoughts about all the unforgettable ways his tongue moves, all she can say is his name - fervently, unapologetically screaming his name as her orgasm makes her lose all control and instead of simply enjoying the entrancing beauty of the moment his name falls from her lips and her body shakes in his arms, Grayson frees his dick at last, nearly crying out once he pushes himself inside, catching the last wave of her clenching walls, enjoying how firmly her hands grip his arms as he slowly fills her up.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers in her ear as he pauses for her to adjust, slowly inching his way inside her until she's all full and even she can tell it will be a hot minute before he bottoms out.

“So, so perfect.”

Her mind is a little clearer, too aware of his wet lips at her jaw, littering her with kisses as his body weight presses her further into the mattress. She's hooking her leg around his waist, aiding him in his effort to bring her to a new orgasm once again, the new one hopefully fruitful for them both. Her arms fold around him, bringing him closer until his chest falls on hers, no room left between them - their hearts wildly beating fast, allowing them to feel every beat as Grayson lift his head up and their eyes meet again.

Sliding further inside, her mouth falls open as a sigh leaves her involuntarily, making him smirk vainly and the smugness in his eyes only made him more appealing.

It was impossible to ignore how intimate the moment is, how neither of them want to part. Had it been a simple 'let's have a baby' deal, it would have been all business, in and out in minutes, but this was all pleasure and they both knew it. And this was a first for both of them in a sense – their first time without condoms, feeling their partner without any barriers.

"Are you in?" She couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, the liquid courage gone as he holds her in his embrace - bare in every sense of the word, but she trusts him with all her heart.

"Not yet." Grayson chuckles when her eyes widen at his statement, aware she's thinking about how big he is and how she's probably worried he wouldn't fit but as he adjusts and slides in further, finally bottomed out, he smirks when she gasp at the slight thrust. Pecking the left corner of her lips, their noses brush together as he whispers.

"Now I am." That's when he's moving, leisurely with confidence, building her back up only to stop and make her whimper and he couldn't help but feel proud he's managed to get her to ask for more...to ask for him.

"Gosh, you're such a tease!" She exclaimed, half out of her mind as her hands grip his ass to control his speed and depth and still, he's unmovable, cocky and yet too afraid of losing the reigns of himself. He can't act anymore, no pretense left.

This night has been everything he wanted for so long that he can't even hide it. It's in his eyes, on his lips, in the gentle touch of his fingertips on her skin and the strength of his arms around her, but the way he's taking his time and making every moment count for her? It's proof enough that this is more than a casual fuck.

"What's so wrong in never wanting this to end?"

But she can't hide it either, his words had undone the last of her restraints. He can see it in the way she pushes his matted hair back from his face to better look into his warm, loving eyes, in her genuine smiles, the way she pulls him close and won't let up or the way she says his name as if it's her favorite word.

Y/N realized she would never quite be able to forget the way he makes her feel after years of pushing down feelings she told herself are forbidden - that she had loved him first, before Ethan, before anyone else - terrified to remember, forbidden to forget.

She did it for Ethan, but now? She had no reason to hide.

And as the moment passed, urgency took over and Grayson no longer held back. Long, fast strokes replaced the slow, gentle ones and neither of them could think any longer. Forgoing everything, their moans and grunts and whimpers filled the room as Grayson pounded into her and while she loved when he was gentle with her, she couldn't get enough his rougher, harder way to get her to the finish line.

He gripped at every part of her he could get while she held onto him for dear life, her nails making marks as she finished first but he wasn't too far behind. Once he felt her walls clenching once again and the warmth enveloping him, he was faster, jerkier and insatiable. Biting into his shoulder as her orgasm shook loose all the feelings she kept hidden, Grayson finally came inside, filling her up as he laid on top of her, keeping his weight off with his elbows.

"Don't move." She whispered in his ear, her fingers playing with the hair at the back of her neck as he came down from his high, sweaty and pleasantly exhausted, but already craving the next time.

And even when he went limp inside, pulling out, Grayson’s head remained on her chest as she played with his hair, falling asleep to the sound of her heartbeat.

When morning came and her eyes opened, the night before was just a haze. An arm wrapped around her weights her down - it offers warmth, intimacy, a sense of belonging. It's there to remind her what she thought was just a dream - a deal she had made with her best friend that didn't have too much to do with the excuse she used but a genuine question she needed an answer to - what if she was always chasing the wrong brother?

After all, it was Grayson she met first, found handsome and sexy as hell enough to agree to cook him dinner in his own home. She wanted him to make a move so bad, to grab her and kiss her but he never did and Ethan wasn't shy about the attention he gave her. She was reluctant at first, holding off on agreeing to even a date with Ethan until she lost hope. So if Grayson didn't like her even though she had given him more than one chance to say or do something, Ethan did. She waited too long for him to stop her from going out with his twin.

He never did.

"Since you're vegan, I made you vegetable soup and pasta and a carrot cake, all vegan of course." She's perky, excited and a tad shy about the food she placed before him. The worry behind her eyes over his silence had alerted him to smile, widely and with heart.

"I love it." He exclaimed, making her give him a pointed look.

"You didn't even try it yet." She chuckled when he shrugged and started tasting everything.

"I love it and I tasted it all too!!" It was hard not to enjoy Grayson's company, it was all easy as breathing with him. Such a rare feeling in this world, yet one she promised herself would remain in her life in any shape or form.

And by the end of their dinner, it was already too late. Or so Grayson thought because the moment Ethan walked in and sat next to the girl he believed was on a date with, the atmosphere change had made Grayson dejected and he felt like the third wheel.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Ethan asked her and Grayson wanted to snort before shooing him away, especially when he saw Y/N look at his brother in disbelief.

"No." She replied, raising an eyebrow when Ethan suddenly stood up and left. Glancing at Grayson, Y/N silently wondered what the hell happened only to be interrupted when Ethan took the chair on her other side and flashed her a charming smile.

"What about second look?"

And when Y/N laughed out loud, first real laughter Grayson heard, it was for his brother, not him. Ethan was always the more charming one, the one who attracts girls without trying and soon after, he'd watch his brother take the only girl he ever wanted and he witnessed how he broke her heart as well.

But the night they just spent together reminded her of the sadness she felt when it became clear Grayson wouldn't be the brother she ends up with back then. She loved Ethan, still does, but it will never change that longing she always had for the younger Dolan.

Grayson felt her stir under his arm, his eyes fluttering open with a smile as he found his face is buried in her hair and the heavenly lilac scent invading his senses is hers. Memories of the night before had made his morning wood that much worse and while he wanted more than anything to just slide back in between her folds, he couldn't make things awkward in case she's changed her mind.

He still remembers when he found out she was going out with Ethan, not him, making him wonder if he was always just meant to be a bridge that binds them together. He wondered if he'd be able to watch them fall in love and maybe even get married, but it didn't feel like he has a choice.

"Can I talk to you about something?" He could tell she's serious and tormented about the subject at hand, confusing him from the start. It's only been three months since they met and she's become his favorite person within the first hour of knowing her but he feared she'd be bored of him soon and there wasn't much he couldn't handle, but that would definitely leave a mark.

"Sure." Instead of smiling, Grayson grimaced involuntarily, making her frown as she sat beside him, a little stiffer than she usually acts around him.

"It's about your brother." She started and Grayson groaned immediately.

"What did he do?!"

"He asked me out...again." She chuckled at the last bit, shyly looking at her fidgety hands in her lap, unable to meet his eyes.

"I'm thinking about accepting." She sighed, forcing herself to face Grayson, anticipating anger or a jealous fit, anything to prove he cares, yet all he did was swallow thickly, loud enough for her to hear as he scratched his forehead absentmindedly.

"Didn't realize you guys were getting so close." Grayson tried to remain calm, not to lash out because this girl is beautiful, funny, clever and while she's incredibly strong she seems painfully vulnerable and he didn't want to scare her.

"We're not, but he's persistent and I'm out of excuses." She shrugged, deciding not to tell him about the way Ethan makes her feel. It wasn't exactly the same as Grayson, but he was witty and charming and handsome and willing to actually love her and she couldn't wait around for Grayson to remove her from the friendzone forever.

"I'll tell him no if you can give me one reason not to do this." Hopeful, she placed her hand on his knee and waited for the youngest Dolan to speak up and claim her for himself. She waited for him to tell her he loves her and he never wants to be without her...hell, she'd settle for him saying he likes her, but he remained silent and Ethan arrived just in time.

"Hey." Ethan smiled widely, his arm outstretched as his hand opened for her to take and with a final glance, she turned to Grayson in anticipation of any action that would give her an excuse to stay. But nothing happened.

"Hey." She smiled back at Ethan, taking her hand from Grayson's knee and placing it in Ethan's hand reluctantly.

From that moment on, she promised herself to stop her silly fantasies about Grayson, to stop reading too much into his lingering looks or continuous touches and flirting and all the times he had made her heart skip a beat. She promised herself she'd give Ethan a chance and as she departed with him, she did not look back. And she wouldn't for the next ten years, but for Grayson that moment was different.

When her hand left his knee, the cold that settled in had left him craving that warmth for the next ten years - yearning for her touch as much as he does for a fresh breath of air, forever wondering what Ethan had that he didn't. And it wouldn't be the last time he sees them walking away together, the only difference is the distance between them as they do. With time, they grew closer, no longer simply walking side by side but they'd have their arms around one another, they'd kiss, or playfully push around or chase each other and laugh until they both cried. It happened slowly, but it took her away from him, piece by piece until she was truly happy with Ethan, her feelings real and her dreams changed to fit the man she's with.

"Morning." He whispered in her hair, careful just in case she's still asleep so he wouldn't wake her. However, the moment he speaks is pivotal for her, making her turn in his embrace a little too excitedly with a perky smile upon her lips.

"Morning." She smiles at him with glee, throwing her leg over him shamelessly as she brings herself closer to him.

"Woah. Thought you're not a morning person?" Grayson chuckles, his raspy morning voice making her horny all over again and she has trouble stopping herself from initiating anything again.

"Maybe I just had no one to be a morning person with." She challenges, but it only reminded her of Ethan, the grumpier twin that never liked mornings and could only ever be swayed into getting up earlier if she woke him up with kisses or possibly even morning sex.

"Interesting." Grayson raised his eyebrow, ignoring the implication of her words before his hand settled on her hip, finding his fingertips formed bruises.

"Fuck, did I do that?!” Pulling the covers off, Grayson scanned her body carefully with disgust for himself, ignoring her squeal. Despite being bold and freaky in the sheets the night before, Y/N couldn’t help the insecurities flooding her when Grayson got a good view of every single one of her imperfections under the unforgiving morning sun. She wondered if the disgust on his face is because of her belly rolls because she always struggled with her weight which also showed in the stretchmarks and cellulite some men found unappealing and she felt tears prick her eyes as his gaze lingered on certain parts of her body.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you. I swear I’ll be more careful next time.” Those words flew from his mouth before he had a chance to think of the implications. Next time means he wanted to be with her again, to take her as shamelessly as he did the night before but it also meant he was feeling guilty, maybe even remorseful.

“I’m not.” Interrupting his self-pity party, Y/N propped herself up on her elbows and smiled softly, her eyes taking his beauty in because as unforgiving as the morning sun may be on her, it’s definitely illuminating on him. The sun favors him for sure.

“I’m not sorry because you made me feel attractive, needed, loved. I’m not sorry because when you looked at me just now, it wasn’t because you wanted to see the weird moles I may have or the stretchmarks, but for possible signs you hurt me. When you only made me so, so happy.” Sitting up on her knees, her palms find their way onto his abs, trailing his skin with her thumbs as the rest of her fingers grab hold of him and pull him toward her.

“I’m your best friend and I might be carrying your child now. Trust me when I say that there isn’t anything I regret about last night. If anything, the bruises mean we had more fun than we anticipated.” She shrugs coyly, kinking an eyebrow until he finally bestows one smile upon her.

“It was more than just fun.” Grayson notes and she nods. She loved how his words disturbed the rhythm of her pulse. There was never a simple moment between the two of them, always carrying emotions too strong for them to ignore.

“I can tell. Your dick is sort of in my face.” She chuckles, glancing at his red tip already up for the job she absolutely hoped he’d take up.

Crimson cheeks that flushed with blood were enough for Y/N to realize Grayson feels too ashamed to ask so before he manages to say a single word, her tongue laps his tip and a strangled moan escapes him.

Smirking, a little braver, her hand wraps around his shaft, moving up and down with circular motion, her tongue teasing him as her best friend becomes undone, just as he did for her last night. She couldn’t help herself, desperate to hear his moans once again but to have him inside as well.

Pursing her lips slightly, she looks up with her doe eyes, moaning as she opens her mouth and lazily takes just the tip. She hollows out her cheeks around him, and he takes in a shaky breath. His breathing is fast, and she watches him as his eyes close and his head falls back, panting softly as she bobs her head up and down, trying to take as much as she can while moaning herself. Hearing him moan felt almost as good as sex.

“I can’t. You’re. Driving. Me. Crazy.” Grayson says between his shallow breaths, half thinking he should be looking for his inhaler instead of losing his patience. He teased her the night before and now she’s punishing him and he’s not ashamed to admit he doesn’t have it in him to persevere. So, when it feels like his heart will burst, Grayson pulls back before moving in on her without reserve.

“You think that was funny, don’t you?” His snappy attitude only makes it more amusing as she licks her lips and smiles, evident she had every intention of torturing him for a long period of time. Much longer than he could withstand.

“Next time you want to try that, make sure I’m tied down and unable to escape.” Grayson growls before pushing her back down on the mattress and she giggles because she got exactly what she wanted – for him to relinquish control and fuck her into the mattress like there’s no tomorrow.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She winks as his lips hover above hers. He rubs his cock over her entrance, playing with the wetness, and she gasps and shudders when he rubs it over her clit.

“I’d be careful about starting games you can’t finish.” With that warning, he smiles arrogantly, and slowly pushes his head in. Kissing her hungrily, hard enough that she imagined he’d bruise her lips too.

She wasted no time in spreading her legs further to help him adjust. He slowly makes his way in, breaking the kiss only to let himself groan into the crook of her neck, pecking every inch of skin he could get close to. She was tighter than he anticipated, a little harder to penetrate than the night before but she was still willing as her patience resolved and she pushed herself up, switching their places.

A little wild and unexpected, but she made him fall hard. The view before him only made his breathing shallow, panting as she took it upon herself to impale herself fully until she cried out softly.

“Are you okay?” Grayson struggled to speak as his breath turned ragged, making her worry more.

“Should have trusted the speed you were going with.” She managed a smile for him, starting to move on top of him as his hands gripped her hips again and she whimpered when his fingers found their match on the bruises he left behind. However, as she moved, Grayson’s guidance became scarce and his grip weakened when his breathing got louder, enough to make her open her eyes and look at the stubborn man under her who valued pleasure over his ability to breathe.

“You need your inhaler.” She concluded, reaching over him to the nightstand he left it on last night since he needed it after they were done too.

Handing him the inhaler, Grayson took a few puffs before tossing it aside, flipping her back under him so quickly she squealed in surprise.

“Thanks, love. Now, let me have my way with you.” He thrusts fast inside her, pulling out halfway and pushing back into her, holding her hips with a strong grip. His strokes are getting more erratic, faster and harder than before. He pumps fast and hard, with reckless abandon for a few moments before his fingers make play with her clit, making her gasp and buck her hips up to meet every thrust he makes until it drove them to the edge of madness.

He grabs a fist full of the bedspread as he shudders, feeling her cum and scream his name pushing him over the edge as well, ending their insatiable desire for a little while – enough for them to eat something.

He plants kisses to the inside of her knees, and she giggles, pulling them away. He smiles at her, pulling himself up before collapsing beside her, both breathing heavily, happily exhausted as they stare at one another – sweaty, messy hair and lazy smiles on both their faces.

But then the phone rings, interrupting the moment of comfortable silence.

“Ignore it.” She urges him, but the incessant ringing is making them both nervous.

“What if something happened?” Grayson bites his bottom lip before reaching out to see who is calling, finding his mother’s name on the screen. After all, he didn’t come home at all and she had the right to worry about her son.

“Answer it.” Y/N encourages him, aware that she can’t hold him in that room indefinitely, though she wishes she could.

“Hello?” Y/N watched him nod, changing his facial expressions every few seconds.

“I stayed with Y/N. I really don’t want to come today.” Grayson rolls his eyes and Y/N slaps his arm for being rude, even if his mother couldn’t see him.

“No. I’m not. I don’t care.” Groaning, he tossed the phone aside, sitting up with his hands in his hair and a frown etched on his face.

“Everything alright?” Her voice is gentle, soothing, a comforting note in the mess his head’s in.

“Ethan and Kristina are having a lunch for close family and they want me to come and I really don’t want to go.” Grayson explains, sighing as Y/N drapes her arms around him, her hands clasping before him as she leans almost entirely on his back, her head resting on his shoulder as her face is turned to him, pecking his cheek.

“Go. He’s your brother. You should be there for him.” Y/N’s words make sense, but Grayson didn’t want to leave her alone. He didn’t want to spend a single minute away from her. Her touch kept him sane and the way her body fit his perfectly would haunt him whenever she wasn’t with him. He just knew it.

“Not without you. I…If we leave this room, it just feels…definite. Like, all the memories we made will have been for nothing and when that happens, you won’t be mine.” Swallowing thickly, Y/N understood perfectly what he means by that. In this moment, they’re in a protected bubble of their own and although they didn’t say it, it has nothing to do with the deal they made but actual feelings that had been long buried finally came to life. Leaving their bubble might make it all go away. She feared it too.

“If I agree to go…we need to talk first. Like…what are we going to tell them when I get pregnant?” She raised an eyebrow as his hands gripped hers, pulling them apart before swiftly pulling her under his arm and onto his lap.

“I want to say we dated. At least for a little while.” No. He wanted to ask her to date him now. He wanted to ask her to be his, but she said no strings attached and he had no right to go back on that unless she asked him to.

“Okay. But Ethan might be an issue. You two basically lived together.” She reminds him, trying to keep a faint smile present though she wished he’d just stop this nonsense and tell her he wants her.

Does he not feel the magnetic force they’ve been brought together with?

Does he not feel how they’re made for each other?

She wished she could go back and ignore the no strings attached clause in their little agreement because she wanted all of him, all the strings attached.

“We spent weeks apart. I’ll just say it felt awkward and we wanted to be low-key but the pregnancy caught us by surprise.” He’s making these lies up too quickly, too well for her to ignore and she can’t help but wonder how he became a good liar. The Grayson she remembers had always been easy to read but he felt different now.

“Okay.” She hums in response, struggling to ignore his penis brushing against her bare ass.

“I need a shower.” She states, noticing him wiggle his eyebrows. “What?”

“Wanna save some water and shower together?” And while he’s cheesy as hell, she couldn’t help but love it – love him.

“Mom, dad, this is Y/N. My girlfriend.” Y/N had been dreading this moment for months, ever since she realized Ethan is serious about her and his jokes about her meeting his parents were anything but jokes.

“You’re beautiful.” Cameron noted, furrowing her eyebrows before looking at Ethan. “How did you trick her into dating you?”

And while the day went off without a hitch, his parents loving her, Y/N couldn’t help but worry she didn’t really fit in. She worried they pretended to like her, for Ethan’s sake.

“She’s a great girl. Why are you so worried?” Y/N hid as she heard Ethan’s parents talk in hushed voices, realizing it’s about her and while it seemed she had the support of his father, his mother wasn’t as happy.

“She’s great. But I feel she’s more suited for Grayson that Ethan. That’s all.”

It’s been a very long time since the moment Y/N hid in the shed while she heard Ethan’s mother say she’s not confident she should be with her son. It was never that she didn’t like her, she just didn’t find her to be right for Ethan. She wondered how she accepted Kristina, if she ever thought she wasn’t the one for Ethan too. However, she remained grateful to his father for being her defender. He had faith in them and she still remembers Ethan telling him he would marry her one day.

But that never came to be and while it hurt yesterday, she felt at peace with that now. Grayson reminded her of things she forgot along the way and she couldn’t hold it against Lisa any longer because she was right – she wasn’t enough, she wasn’t the one for her son. But Grayson? She really hoped she would be.

“Ready?” Grayson’s voice broke her out of her trance, making her heart jump. Drawing in a deep breath, she nods before hooking her arm with Grayson’s.

However, when they got inside, they found there was no party at all.

“Ma?” Grayson called out for his mother but she wasn’t the one to appear.

“Our flight is earlier than expected.” Ethan leaned on the wall, eyeing the pair suspiciously. “The party is canceled. Mom went with Kris and Cam to buy some last minute necessities.”

Making brief eye contact, Y/N looked away swiftly to hide her true emotions. Ethan always said cheeky was good and allowed her the freedom to be herself. They laughed so much, even in the most inappropriate times, but of everything they ever did, it was looking in his eyes she loved the most. That's all they ever needed to connect, just them, just eyes, no words. So yes, she avoided his gaze like the plague.

“In that case, we should go.” Grayson clears the tension, hating how even after last night and that morning where he claimed her as his, Ethan could just look at her and she’d be lost to him.

“So soon?” Ethan quipped, pursing his lips because he felt something’s askew.

“Y/N’s going back to L.A. soon and I want to spend all the time we have together.” Grayson remarked, taking her hand in his before pulling her back with him, slowly but firmly.

“Have fun on your honeymoon. With your wife.” Grayson adds for good measure, reminding both Ethan and Y/N why it’s best they leave.

Taking her out of there, his hand on her lower back, Grayson made sure he was fast and he left no room for Ethan to make a play on her emotions.

“I’m fine.” She tells him before he has a chance to ask, basking in her glorious smile right after for she holds his hand tenderly and pulls him closer, her other hand grasping his shirt to pull him down and meet her brazen lips.

Without complaints, Grayson accepts her supple lips and closes his eyes to fully enjoy the moment, blind to more than one spectator for his mother, sister and sister in law arrived shortly as their kiss consumed them, but the pair paid no mind to the world around them as they parted and got into the car with one goal in mind – hotel room, no clothes and a lot of screaming and laughing for days to come.

Barely leaving the room, Grayson and Y/N enjoyed each other’s company. She had found herself happily nuzzled in his side regardless if it’s to steal a kiss, make him smile or simply to rest her head as they watch a movie. There appeared to be no limit to their attraction nor their need to taste each other. Grayson loved discovering every inch of her skin, as if he is mapping her body to commit to memory.

“Do you really have to go?” He whines, his face buried in between her breasts, leaving open mouth kisses along her sternum.

“I have a job to get back to. But you’re gonna be there in a month too and we’ll know if this worked or not by then.” She smiles as he huffs, playing with his hair – wrapping every lock around her fingertips.

“Don’t take the test before I come.” He pleads, but she agrees far too quickly.

“Unless I get symptoms, I won’t.” She sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “I wish I never had to leave this room.”

“Me too.” He whispers softly, looking up at her with adoration in his eyes. “I can’t wait to see you again.”

And while he said it would be a month when they parted with one last kiss at the airport, Grayson already started to scheme how to shorten that time and go see the woman he was convinced is pregnant with his baby. He felt it in his bones and he couldn’t wait for a full month.

So, he made different preparations instead – he made room for himself in the Los Angeles branch of the company he and Ethan ran from New Jersey, making sure he’d be there with her every step of the beautiful journey. And he had every intention of making her his, permanently, in that time as well.

Little did he know when he arrives there in twenty days, he’d find his Y/N on a date with someone else.

When he saw her hug another, his heart cracked and he felt his chest constrict. Grayson holds his breath behind pursed lips, his hands forming fists to stop the shaking. She wraps herself around him, too close for his liking and he can’t help but wonder if their time together really meant nothing to her at all. He had hoped she’d abolish the no strings rule, but he felt silly now. She’s gazing through her overly made-up eyes with her cloying vapidity, simpering softly until he tells a joke. Then she giggles like she's a child, slapping his chest playfully while Grayson is stuck in the background, watching her with someone new…or perhaps it’s someone old she never told him about.

He can't say anything about it, to do so will put their friendship at risk, and that is something he won't do. Friends like her don't come along too often. But then again, can he ever go back to just friends after he’s had her in every imaginable way? Friends don’t know how you taste and he knew every inch of her skin. He knew her.

Clearing his throat, Grayson decided not to be a bystander again. He would never sit back and watch her leave with another man again and if he has to, he will fight for her love. This won’t be history repeating itself – he vowed it before walking toward them in strides, to make sure the hug is the only intimacy they have time for.

“GRAYSON?!” Before he can even make his presence known, Y/N catches him from the corner of her eye as he approaches, pushing away the other guy in her excitement only to run straight for her best friend, jumping into his embrace unexpectedly enough to make Grayson stumble upon impact.

“OOf! Slow down, love.” Grayson’s jealousy subsides long enough for him to wrap his arms around her, pressing her closer until he can hardly breathe but air is the last thing he needs now. All he needs is her and that flowery scent of her beautiful hair as he’s once again buried in it.

“SHUT UP!” She yelled, making him wince because she quite literally screamed in his ear but he smiles nonetheless. “I missed you so much.” Whispering softly, she hugs him tighter and he’s certain his lungs are no longer able to expand but it feel so, so good to have her return the emotions he’s been carrying around. It was insufferable to be apart from her, but the feeling of having her back in his arms couldn’t be described by any earthly words.

“Should I go?” The stranger Grayson forgot about had spoken up, making Y/N’s eyes widen before her hold on Grayson relents and she’s stepping back a moment later with a shy smile upon her lips.

“Yeah. I think that’s best.” Pressing her lips together, she waves the man goodbye as he shakes his head in disbelief, turns on his heel and walks away and maybe it’s because Grayson expected an altercation or because he needed it for his own ego boost, but he was disappointed... And a little too happy he was her obvious choice.

“Come on.” Tugging him by his arm, Y/N drags Grayson inside and while she wanted to be the innocent best friend he’s used to, she couldn’t wait long before she had him alone.

“So, uh…Who is that guy?” Grayson didn’t waste time. While Y/N planned to toss her clothes aside and make his jaw drop, Grayson shrugged his jacket off and shoes next, starting up what she hoped he’d ignore. But then again, discretion was never his strong suit.

“Are you? Jealous?" She teased with a cocky smirk upon her rosy lips, drawing him near with every passing second. Rolling his eyes, he shakes his head. Would it be smart to come clean so soon?

"Maybe. It's just...weird." Gulping, Grayson pulls away, something he never imagined he'd do. Whenever she’s a part of the equation, he only ever saw himself being impossibly close to her but now? He couldn’t let her just blatantly ignore his concern.

"Why?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she frowned, praying she's hiding the hurt of rejection well enough not to be caught by him, the man who knows her best.

"Because you might be pregnant and I really want this pregnancy to be our time. To be just us." Pressing his lips together, Grayson drops his gaze, his mind made up though his heart isn't. "But if you want to date I won't stop you."

But she didn't want to. Not at all. She wanted Grayson and perhaps that's why she decided to tell a white lie.

“I never even kissed the guy. He’s got a thing for me, but he just walked me back after work. It’s nothing important.” But that wasn’t the lie she planned to tell.

"I lied. I took the test and it was negative." She promised him she'd wait for him and she did, but she can't risk losing him yet. She needs more nights lost in him, drunk on his cologne and sloppy kisses. She isn't ready to let him go.

"Oh. I guess we need to keep trying. If that's what you want?" Fighting a smile despite his initial disappointment, Grayson took one step closer as her encouraging smile warmed his insides.

"Guess we should. How about we resume here? Now?" The best relationships are often when people are not the same, yet complimentary, each bringing qualities that help the other. This felt like that – they had the important things in common but they have always been different enough to make their lives exciting. So when she cocks her head to the side, giving him access to her neck, Grayson is quick to respond and latch his lips just over her sweet spot, relishing in the moan it elicited.

But it didn’t stop that night. It felt like New Jersey all over again – every moment they could spend together was filled with romance, dates, stolen kisses in public and openly sensual kisses in private. He drove her mad with every touch while she put his worries at ease with every kiss. While she sought an adventure filled life he provides, he wanted a woman that made him giddy with every new sunrise by her side.

From their beach dates to the late night dancing barefoot in the kitchen, stargazing and dinners and movies, to driving around just screaming to their favorite songs like they’re teenagers again. They wasted so much time…So many years they could have been happy were gone, but neither would ever let another moment slip away. So they used the passing months wisely, catching up on everything.

“Can you come home?” She left the message on his voicemail, unintentionally calling her apartment home and to some degree it’s become one. Grayson never found a place to stay since he was renting the house he and Ethan used to live in and she never wanted him to. But today, she needed him. Though he told her he’s going to be in meetings all day, Y/N was hoping he’d see her message and drop everything.

Realizing how selfish her thoughts are, she shakes her head before sighing. Anxiously looking at the pregnancy test in her hand, she toys with the idea of taking it alone and surprising him with it later. She figured maybe it wasn’t really positive and she just ate something bad. Besides, she had some blood on her panties a few weeks ago and while it wasn’t a normal period, blood is blood. Right?

Luckily, she didn’t have to deliberate for long. They always joked about how Grayson could feel whenever she needed him but it always proved to be true. Even now, without even thinking twice about it, he had showed up for her with a box of chocolates she adored.

“What’s the emergency?” Grayson worried because every time he felt her distress in the past, he found her either heartbroken over a guy or there was a death in the family – even if that one time it was a pet fish she grieved for.

“Oh.” Swallowing thickly, Grayson found the reason before she uttered a single word. “Did you take it?” His curiosity was strong, but his furrowed eyebrows showed just how it put him on edge too. If she’s pregnant, does it mean they no longer need to sleep together?

Did it mean she was once again off limits? Deep down, they both hoped it would be a negative, just so they could keep up their no strings attached relationship without putting their friendship at risk but what’s the point?

Are they not past that stage? Neither of them has guts to ask. Not even Grayson, even though he’s always been great in communicating his feelings with her, if his actual feelings for her didn’t count.

“No. I wanted to do this with you. Plus, I threw up this morning…three times…because of chicken.” His eyes show the kind of gentle concern she’s unaccustomed to. He lays his hand lightly on her shoulder, and instead of flinching like she usually does with others, she’s soothed by it. He leaves his hand there and speaks with such a soft voice that his words calm her more by the way they are said than the actual words.

“I’m here. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be there. Whatever you need.” It feels as if she’s wrapped in a blanket of his caring. How could she be scared of losing him when he’s never once left her side? How can she not consider her actions now when she could see how profoundly they affect him too? He’s always going to be the one. Perhaps it was Ethan for her teenage self, the woman she forced herself to be back then but it’s Grayson now…maybe it always was.

“I love you.” She whispers, terrified when his face falls and his eyes widen. She can feel the fear in her chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wants to protect her from more pain but there really isn't any danger. It sits there like an angry ball propelling her towards an anxiety she just doesn't need.

It’s Grayson, he won’t hurt her.

Or so she tells herself.

“I’m in love with you.” She clarifies, her lips quivering as she speaks and he can’t believe the words he waited his whole life to hear are finally spoken.

“I waited my whole life to hear that.” Grayson’s lips twitch as a smile creeps up on his face, removing the serious man he was moments before and he can’t help but giggle like a baby when she pecks his nose – quickly as if she’s suddenly shy before him, as if he doesn’t know her body, movements and even the slightest changes in her facial expressions. He’s always known her better than anyone.

“I love you too. So fucking much…for so long.” He admits, eyes filled with tears as she too starts to cry from happiness.

“And I’m pretty sure we’ll have a baby.” She adds, waving her hands before her face to stop her makeup from spilling down her cheeks, but her smile never falters. Her eyes hold so many emotions at once, but her smile has only one purpose – to make him forget about all the worries he carries with him in the outside world.

“Let’s find out!” She scrambles to her feet, running into the bathroom as he watches her in complete bliss, happiest he’s ever been. She’s closing the door slowly, teasingly, keeping her eyes on him all the way before they’re shut and he can’t help but laugh when he hears her open the tap, aware she’s got a shy bladder and him being able to hear her is making it harder for her to pee.

He finally had an inner happiness, one utterly independent of the outside world. She smiled like it burst from within instead of being worn like an obligation in the way others did and Grayson never felt as grateful as he did just now, aware her smile will be a permanent presence in his life.

“It’s done.” She walks out with a slight spring to her step, holding the stick in her hand and she couldn’t stop her impatient pacing around Grayson, not even when he tried to pull her down to the bed with him. All he wanted was to kiss her and calm her as she does for him, but she needed this freak out. He understood that.

Glancing down, she huffed before her mind registered what her eyes caught sight of. There was an explosion in her brain - the good sort, the type that carries more possibilities than she could be conscious of, but there were hundreds of ideas of the future in that buzz of electricity... she could feel it. It was the calling card of adventure, of paths awaiting her feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, and there could be tears, but it was her adventure to take and so she smiled. After all, she wouldn’t be alone.

“It’s a positive.” She let the stick fall as Grayson stood up with his own emotions bubbling to the surface, allowing him to sweep her off the feet. Littering her neck with kisses, Grayson spun them around as she squealed, holding on tight with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Had someone told her she’s be in love with a baby on road five months ago when she attended Ethan’s wedding, she’d laugh at them. Not too long ago, she felt herself break for his twin only to realize she was in love with the wrong twin all along.

That night was different. She always felt Grayson put his emotions in every kiss and every move whenever they had sex, but the tenderness of their emotions being out in the open with the happy news overflowing their senses, it didn’t feel like sex. For the first time in her life she understood what it means to make love – to truly love someone with every part of your soul. She always kept some of her heart and soul for herself in past relationships, even with Ethan, but Grayson stole every last bit of her and yet she felt complete, fulfilled like never before.

That night felt right. He felt right.

“What will you tell your mom? Ethan?” She trails her fingers up and down his chest as his hand remains over her lower abdomen, hesitant to move an inch away just in case he feels something even though he knew it wasn’t likely.

“That I love you and you love me and we made ourselves a little miracle.” Grayson takes her wandering hand in his free one, pulling the back of it to his lips. As he leaves a lasting kiss, she grins but the thought of telling people still made her reluctant to leave the bed.

“I’m scared. They might hate me.” She admits sheepishly, looking up at him only to see his frown deepen.

“Ethan is married and my mom loves you. Cameron misses you too. It’s going to be fine and if it isn’t, I won’t let them make you sad. I’ll protect you.” Pecking her nose to seal his promise, he narrows his eyes in thought.

“You know what? I’ll text them all in the family group chat!” Grayson jumps from the bed, using the momentary shock to get away from Y/N before she shrieks. “It’s gonna be painless! I’ll send them a photo of the positive test to prepare them!” His explanation made no sense at all, of course, but he was fast, too fast for her to stop him.

“THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW WE’RE A THING!” She screams, her head in her hands as she blinks fast, trying to understand why he’s doing this but it’s not hard to forget his continuous talks about wanting to be a dad their whole friendship. It was something to boast about for him, but she was mortified. She respected his mother and she felt it was something she should learn of in person, but he had a different idea.

“Fuck.” Grayson’s eyes widen, aware she’s right but it was too late. He had pressed sent before his mind could take responsibility and control over his body and it took exactly ten seconds for his phone to explode because not only did he send it, but he posted it online.

“Why are you pale? You’re literally changing shades!” Y/N jumped too, worried his mother was already freaking out on them but as she looked at his phone and the frantic attempt he made to hide what he’s trying to delete, she realized he had made the entire world freak out.

“GRAYSON BAILEY DOLAN!”

Within hours, their secret was out. Even if he wasn’t a YouTube star anymore, the fan base remained loyal and the photo from his Snapchat was everywhere.

“Shower and get ready while I book us tickets home. Your mom deserves a real explanation.” Y/N ordered as she put her hair up in a tail and he knew better than to argue. After the lecture she held for hours with several mutual freak outs, he knew it was better to be quiet and just be glad she’s not leaving his ass.

Kissing her temple, he was surprised she didn’t push him away as it was the first physical contact they made since his mistake spread worldwide.

“You’re letting me touch you?” It passed his lips without thinking, making her turn to him and her hands quickly found their way to his face, pulling him down to her lips. It was a short kiss, but a reassuring one.

“I’m not sure who you’ve dated but I love you and I’m not going to torture you, okay? You made a big fucking mistake but it’s not something I’d hold over your head. Just get ready.” As he disappeared in the bathroom and turned the shower on, Y/N planned to book tickets and get ready too, but fate had different plans when her bell rang in a few minutes and she opened the door only to have the shock of a lifetime.

Heart beating frantically, she tried to compose herself in order to hide just how upsetting it is to find him there without even calling first. She didn’t need him showing up at her doorstep now…had he done it eight years ago when they broke up after their two year long relationship, maybe then she’d be happy. Now? It was unsettling.

"Why are you here, Ethan?" She frowned, her eyes hard and her jaw set, no room for forgiveness in her but he had to try. Walking past her and inside, he licks her lips before opening his mouth again. He knew he had to choose his words carefully.

"I'm here for you." He could hardly speak, his mouth dry and his hands shaky, feeling like a teenager once again. She always made his insides turn with every look and every smile, but this felt different. She was his judge and jury and he sure as hell committed a crime against her.

"You have a wife, Ethan. You married the girl you told me not to worry about!" Y/N reminds him, memories of their undoing running through her mind.

"Oh, you're gonna kiss her?" Y/N gnawed on the inside of her cheek anxiously, aware this isn't exactly cheating, so why did it hurt? Why did it feel like betrayal? Whenever she looked at her photos, she envied her looks. She looked gorgeous, legs for miles and perfect smile Y/N admired but also envied. Ethan’s fans always made sure she knew how their thought her smile is hideous and after a time, Y/N believed them. She stopped smiling with her teeth, hiding it with her hand whenever she could, never aware of Grayson’s sorrow with every hidden smile. But this girl had the smile they’d like. It’s the first thought that haunted her.

"Just for the video. It's all pretend and she's not even my type, okay? I tried getting Grayson to do it, but he's adamant about being behind the camera. Babe, you have nothing to worry about." Brushing her hair back, tucking it behind her ear, Ethan cupped her cheek with a tenderness she had a weakness for. He had the ability to drive her crazy with such simple tricks and she hated him for it. But she loved the way he’d look at her with care, as if she was the only girl he could see.

And she was. Little did she know, Ethan never loved another like her. Not before her and not after, but at the time, he never imagined he’d ever have to look into eyes that weren’t Y/N’s. She had made him thankful for being alive, for every moment and memory they made together. Memories that would later torment him.

"You can even come to the set if it will make you feel better." Ethan offered but she refused instantly. If she’s so beautiful in the photos, Y/N couldn’t handle her in person. It would be too hard to see Ethan, the man she loves so much, locking lips with another, a girl more suitable for him as his mother said.

"I love you, but I can't trust myself not to go feral on her." Y/N chuckled, but she meant it. How do people do this so easily? How can you separate what’s real and what’s acting when you’re immersed in a scene and the other person? Would Ethan be able to? She was most afraid he’d fall in love with the leggy model and she’d be yesterday’s news like people speculated since they went public. Sure, they never specified which model but they sure as hell weren’t shy about shipping him with every woman in the world beside her.

A few months later

"Hawaii?" Not only is it her dream place to visit, but also a chance to be with Ethan and make beautiful memories, but timing was killing her. She wished to spend the mornings at the beach with Grayson and waking Ethan later when she’s all wet from the ocean and having sex in the shower after. She wanted to run wild in the nature surrounding them, to feel rain on her skin as he makes a declaration of his undying love. She wanted to watch the sun set in his embrace and go skinny dipping under the cloak of night.

"I really can't. My cousin is having that surgery and I'm the only family member around that can take care of her. Damn it." Letting out a frustrated sigh, she threw herself on the bed with a dramatic flare she picked up from him. If anything, it’s true that people in relationships appropriate each other’s behaviors.

"That sucks." Ethan followed her move, but he truly felt sad she wouldn't join the trip. After everything he's been through with his family and losing himself in the past year he finally started to see the light at the end of the tunnel yet she was never waiting for him there. He woke up one day, finally feeling better and saw the distance between them and he feared what it would turn into if they don't reconnect. He easily forgot all the months she didn’t leave his side and her listening to every rant he could produce or her forgiving him every time he snapped at her. She was always there, but his insecurities had started to flood him and he couldn’t help but wonder if she’s avoiding spending time with him. He wondered if she loved him at all or if she found him to be the safe option – routine.

"You won't be alone. Grayson is gonna be there." She tried to cheer him up, unaware of the real list of all the people that would be going as well.

"And everyone else from the video. Plus some other friends." Ethan listed but all she heard was that Kristina would be there. She hated how deep it cut whenever her name came up, especially after the video went public and EVERYONE loved Ethan and Kristina as a couple. They made edits, videos, tagging Y/N in too many of them for her to really see them all but she saw enough. They made sure she knew she wasn’t good enough and they’d never accept her fully. He was always too good for her. At least in their eyes.

It wasn’t easy spending a week without him, complete radio silence. Knowing he was with her made her blood boil and her imagination wasn’t merciful either. But when he returned to her, it was with a smile and thoughtful gifts. As always, she couldn’t stay mad at him.

Soon after, Ethan had come to her with yet another dream trip planned out.

"But all my finals are during that time. I might have a week off for Christmas and New Year's but I'm swamped."

"It's fine." Ethan shrugged, aware there's no reason to fight. "I'll send you a ticked if you change your mind."

"You'll have Grayson. It’s gonna be awesome." Pecking his cheek, she leaned on his shoulder, suppressing the hurt of his continued choices of trips she wanted to take at times he knew she'd be too busy. Maybe it was a way for him to distance himself from her as he had been a bit snappy with every time she couldn’t show up for some gathering. Sometimes, she wondered if he was aware she wasn’t handed the world on a silver platter – she had to work, study, and tend to her family and friends too. He was finally doing better and she was ecstatic for him, but she couldn’t be his whole world.

"Kristina will pick us up!" Grayson screamed from somewhere inside the house, involuntarily adding fuel to the fire.

"She's gonna be there?!" And all her worst insecurities had resurfaced. Not only is he leaving to a different continent for a month or so, but he’d be there with the girl the world wants him with and at a time they seem to be struggling. Does she trust him? Yes. Can she say she’s not afraid he might break her trust? No.

"She's Australian and she’s gonna be there. So yeah." Ethan shrugs, lost to how it infuriates his girlfriend. He never did see the warning signs nor the way his fans’ comments tore her down and slowly scrapped her confidence to nothing. He had watched her light go out without ever doing anything to keep it safe.

"Is there a reason you keep taking trips with her whenever you know I can't leave LA?" She crossed her arms, standing up as her anger bubbled to the surface and her jealousy began to show. Accusations thrown were proof enough their relationship is crumbling, loss of trust filling the cracks left by their lack of communication and as time went by, they allowed the cracks to grow too big.

"No, but you're gonna find one." He grumbled and she only chuckled in disbelief.

"Nice. Turn it against me. Make me out to be the bad guy."

"Look, I can't keep doing this. Your unfounded jealousy is driving me nuts and if you can't trust me, why are we together?" He raised his voice but kept his cool, noticing her arms fall at her sides. It’s exactly what she always feared…he’d find a reason to cast her aside. All she could think is when did he last cry because she was hurt, or come running because he thought she needed help? He used to be so attentive and she understood when he needed to be cared for after his loss but he never really cared for her after that. She became the one making efforts to heal him while her own heart and mind were breaking in the process.

"Are you ending this? Leaving me?" She stumbled over her words as her heartbreak sounded like an explosion inside, making her legs weak.

"I'm saying I need a break. To think. To remind myself why we fell in love in the first place. You were supposed to be the one who stood by me forever and instead you are so mentally fragile that you can't believe in me against the smallest of whispers. But I stand by my offer. I'll send you a ticked if you want one."

Looking back at it now, Ethan knew it was mostly his own insecurities and depression talking and he hung around Kristina so much at first because he felt like that's the only time Y/N shows she cares for him. He had no idea he'd fuck up so bad. He had no idea he was breaking her to the point of no return and that he’d lose her forever.

"I know. But say the word and I'll leave her. We can try again. We can be what we should have been back then!" The way he talks is through his entire body, using his hands, facial expressions, every tool he can use to convince her, make her fall for him again.

"Like the tickets you promised to send me back then? The ones I never got?" And then it dawned on Ethan. Grayson told him he'd handle it. He sabotaged them.

“I asked Grayson to do it…I thought you had them and just didn’t want to come.” Ethan leaned back on the wall for support, wondering why his brother would ever do that to him when he knew Y/N was his sun back then. And even after.

“Right. Nice excuse there.”

“I’m not lying!” Ethan exclaims, shaking his head. “I’m not even sure where he is, but when I find him, I’ll kick his ass before finding out who’s the poor sap that let him impregnate her.” Ethan’s jaw clenches as he takes a step toward Y/N who reacted on instinct when she stepped back, her eyes relaying uncertainty she feels and the slightest bit of fear once she feels the alcohol on his breath.

“Just stay there.” She’s shaky, her mind running with a thousand worries and none of them are giving her room to breathe. Placing a hand over her lower abdomen, she turns her body sideways to protect her unborn child. She didn’t think he’d hurt her in any way, but she didn’t know him as well as she used to and alcohol was never a peaceful companion.

“I just want to hold you.” Ethan croaks, stepping closer when Grayson finally shows up.

“Stay away from her.” Getting in between them, Grayson shields Y/N from Ethan, holding Ethan’s gaze long enough to allow her to slip aside and take a deep breath. While he’s still dripping wet with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, Grayson stood proudly before his girl.

“You’re here?” Ethan chuckles, but then his smile is erased when he takes a good look at them both. “You’re here.” He repeats, realizing the horrifying truth he guessed before but never quite believed it.

“Did you…did you impregnate the love of my life?” Eerily quiet, his tone is sharp and voice low, deep and rumbling as his anger clouds his vision.

“You mean the love of my life? You married your girl, Y/N’s always been mine. You took her from me and I wasted ten years of my life watching you take her heart before breaking it. I won’t ever hurt her like you did. Now get out and come talk to me when you’re sober.”

Nostrils flared, Ethan nods, gnawing at his bottom lip as he glances at Y/N and walks back. Hands in his pockets, he chuckles lowly before walking out, leaving the pair alone.

“Are you okay?” Grayson’s concerned voice quickly makes its way to her heart, allowing it to beat at a peaceful pace, once again with the one she loves.

“Yeah.” She manages before hugging him, hiding her face in his chest with new cloud of doubt in her mind…did Grayson really sabotage them?

Their flight was almost twelve hours later, missing the one she wanted to catch while they cuddled to calm down. It was mainly for her benefit and Grayson was happy to oblige.

She was quiet. When Grayson picked up their suitcase, she simply pecked his cheek as a thank you. When Grayson had to swerve to avoid a crash, wide-eyed as he asked her if she's okay, she placed her hand on his knee and nodded. When they sat for hours during their flight, she stared through the window and Grayson felt the lump in his throat grow with every passing minute.

Despite what she may think, Grayson heard a good deal of the conversation she held with his brother...the man she used to whisper I love you before him. Knowing Ethan wants her back and is willing to blow his entire marriage too had made Grayson revert back to the angry, doubtful, hesitant man he was when he first lost her to his brother and it hurt...it hurt that she chose Ethan who had his face but a vastly different personality. Grayson felt inadequate, unworthy, unlovable and to feel that way again, ten years later and when she's pregnant with HIS child? It was worse than before. Insufferable, absolutely soul-aching and tiresome.

Did she regret it now? Regret him and their unborn child? Did she hate him for not sending those tickets? Was she wondering what her life would be like if he had sent them?

Whether he wanted to or not, he certainly thought about it. Imagining them making up, staying together and getting married, his Y/N having his twin's children? It made him sick to his stomach. And frightened of the future, of the simmering fire in her mind as it uncovers every memory she has from that time.

And she did. For a moment, the thought of Ethan crossed her mind but she didn't linger too long on what could have been, rather on why. She wished she knew why Grayson did what he did back then and if he didn't intervene, would Ethan be sitting next to her instead? Maybe...but he isn't and she should ask Grayson for the truth but she knows he's insecure about her past with Ethan, even if he doesn't voice those concerns.

So, instead of rehashing the past, she gave herself time to get over it in order to protect Grayson from any hurt. She told him she loves him, she's carrying his child - isn't that enough to prove he's the one she wants?

"It's going to be fine." Grayson places his palm over the back of her hand that laid flat on her thigh. He could tell she's worried as her gaze fixed on the house he grew up in, overwhelmed with possible scrutiny she may face. He wouldn't let her take the heat.

Interlocking their fingers, he saw her lips quiver momentarily before she pressed them together, turning back to him with a reluctant nod.

"I know." Her heavenly voice eased his own anxiety, making him smile in return before their hands parted and they left the car.

And as they move inside, Grayson placed his hand on the small of her back, looking at her with admiration. He should be worried, but he can't find it in him to regret anything that happened between them in the past five months. The only thing he regrets is the time wasted they could have spent together.

However, the moment they walk in, their worry is replaced by utter surprise when they're met with a rather happy little group.

"Congratulations!"

Lisa, Cameron and her husband, Kristina and...Ethan, all clapped as Grayson and Y/N half embraced one another, Grayson's grip stronger to make sure she doesn't fall back in shock. He looks to Ethan for a moment, wondering how he got there so fast but decides to keep quiet. It's the best thing for everyone.

"Oh, wow!" Y/N exclaims, struggling to draw a proper breath as everyone cheers and though it's meant to ease her mind, it made her more confused.

"You know?" Grayson turns to his mother who nods, laughing.

"Since the wedding. We saw you two sneaking around!"

Cheeks red and eyes set on the floor, Y/N smiles awkwardly, finding it's even worse when they seem to be so accepting, especially after Ethan came to her door not too long ago, with an offer to leave his wife for her and now he had an arm around his wife's waist.

"Don't be so shy, you're giving me my first grandchild! Plus, you've been a part of the family for so long that I'm happy we are actually family!"

Going through motions, that's how it felt. Everyone's hugging her, kissing her, touching her stomach and all she can focus on is the unrelenting, piercing gaze of her former boyfriend. She'd glance around the room, simply to see if she's the only one that notices, but no one else picked up on the dynamic between her and Ethan. Even Grayson seemed oblivious.

"So, everyone is going off to bed." Grayson whispers in her ear, kissing her neck delicately as she smiles, leaning back into him.

"So, what do you suggest we do?" She raises an eyebrow, craning her neck to peck his Adam's apple, relinquishing control as he sways them lightly to the beat of their hearts.

"Maybe you could talk to me?" Ethan startles them, making their little moment end prematurely when Grayson really wanted to slow dance with her where he once saw his parents do the same. He thought it would be romantic, but he found himself ticked off instead.

"You need to stay in your lane, bro." Grayson warns, his face dark as he meets Ethan's longing stare - the one he wore since he met Y/N and he knew Ethan could see he was suffering yet he never cared, so why should he?

"I'll talk to you." Y/N, however, had a different idea. Perhaps it was time to talk, calmly without any bitterness inside her.

"You don't have to." Grayson reminds her, but she just nods, silent again as her lips touch upon his, barely long enough for him to feel anything before she walked away, outside where he feared he might lose her again.

He swore he'd never stand by and watch her walk away with Ethan or any other man again, but he found himself doing it once more.

"So, I'm not going to be the enemy forever?" Ethan leaned on the wall, his eyes alight with the lamp above his head.

"I'm here to close that chapter of our lives." She folds her arms over her chest, absentmindedly tapping her foot against the wet ground beneath her feet.

"Close? So it was open all this time?" Ethan's voice beckons her to respond, his regrets written on his face and he couldn't hide it at all. If he knew he had a chance at any point in time, he'd have taken it.

"Until I saw you get married, I had trouble letting you go." Y/N admits, looking back at the house and up at the room she and Grayson are meant to share is already illuminated by the lamp beside the bed.

"But not anymore. I love Grayson and I think a small part of me always did." Smiling, she looks back at Ethan who swallowed thickly, nodding with a heavy heart.

"Was any of it real? Did you ever love me or was I always the wrong brother? The one you settled for? Why does this hurt so much?" The way he bows his head, unable to look her in the eye is breaking her heart because once upon a time, Ethan really was her prince charming. It hurts to see him so consumed with the past they left behind long ago - the past that consumed her too, up until Grayson saved her from it.

"Because it was real. You stole my heart when I least expected it." The joy in her voice when she spoke about them made his heart break further and even the light her eyes held when she remembered the time he had made her so incredibly happy made him smile despite the pain.

"I loved you for a really long time, Ethan, but I can't lie and say that the main reason why I didn't say yes to you when you first asked me on a date wasn't Grayson. I buried those feelings for years and I fell in love with your beautiful soul and brilliant mind but you also broke my heart and damaged my ability to trust people and love. You found a really good woman, E. Maybe it's time you appreciate her and let me go." Pressing her lips together, she let out a heavy sigh as he kept his gaze steady on her, his eyes sparing no tears as they fall freely.

"Okay? You can love me and still let me go. Because I let you go. For good." And with that, she took a step back, walking back to the house and with every step she felt lighter, happier, while Ethan remained behind.

"You can get out now." Ethan spoke up once she entered the house, looking up at the roof where he heard his brother hiding. He always listened in to people talking as a kid, well...they did it together. He had a feeling Grayson wouldn't miss this talk.

Looking down, Grayson rolls his eyes, slowly moving himself down. He had to be careful or Y/N would kill him if he hurt his back. Maybe she'd kill him for being there at all. It occured to him she may see it as his lack of trust in her, but it was more about his fear of not being enough for her...thank maybe Ethan was still a fresh wound for her.

"You won. She chose you." Ethan says, kicking a rock with his hands in the front pockets of his sweatpants.

"I didn't doubt she would." Grayson shrugs, but he was never a good liar. Ethan could always read him.

"Riiight. Look, I'm sorry. I won't be doing any stupid shit anymore. I had my chance and I blew it and...Looking back at it, I was the one who stole her from you. Deep down, I knew you loved her but a part of me didn't care because I loved her too. I convinced myself she didn't feel the same for you but you two were always closer. She was so much like me, but she always found common ground with you. You made her laugh like I never could and if she's gotta be with someone else, I'm glad it's you."

Finally at peace, Grayson and Ethan parted ways that night as brothers once more. Ethan made his way to his wife, promising himself to show her love she deserves and Grayson? He went to his soulmate with arms wide open, a promise to be the best father he can be and if she allows, husband as well.

"How are you?" He whispers, his hand back on her stomach as she laid on her back beside him.

"Happy." She hums, letting out a heavy sigh.

"But?" Grayson knew that sigh and he knew her, she was holding out on him.

"I finally cut ties with Ethan, but I can't help myself...why didn't you send those tickets?" Looking up at him, she pondered if he'd tell her the truth but he had no reason to lie now, did he?

"Because he told me to send you tickets the same day I saw him kiss her for the first time. I didn't want you to come there and pick up on their shit only to be stuck in Australia for the holidays." Kissing her forehead, Grayson drew a shuddered breath.

"And maybe because I worried he'd find a way to convince you to forgive and forget." But Y/N felt this meant more. Did he think she'd do that this night too?

"You know I love you? Since you asked me to cook for you in return for a watch! And this...you and me and this miracle we made...it's everything." Turning to her side, she splayed her palm on his chest, over his heart.

"You gave me your heart Grayson and I plan to keep it safe for as long as I live."

"Marry me then."

He didn't expect her to agree, not ever let alone when he asked so spontaneously without a ring or a big romantic gesture. Her nails weren't done anyway to show off the ring as most girls seemed to like.

"Yes!" But she did. Enthusiastically so. Her lips smashed against his instantly, turning his brain to mush.

But that night was only the beginning of their relationship.

While their families wanted a big wedding, planning everything because Y/N only wanted the final word on the choices they make with an occasional “LET’S ELOPE” freak out, the pair spent time enjoying their love and the growing life inside Y/N.

"It's a girl." Y/N claimed, but Grayson didn't care as long as the baby is healthy. Ever since the first ultrasound when he heard a heartbeat, Grayson was impatient to meet the baby and became stubbornly overbearing with Y/N.

She didn’t mind…too much. She’d catch him staring at her as her belly grew, noticing how in awe he is of her, unaware he’s wondering how one so fragile and tiny could grow a human inside and actually bring it into the world. He wasn’t the type to sit back and let her deal with it – he got involved. Grayson listened to audio books on pregnancy, delivery and raising children every day while he built some of the things he wanted for the nursery, always when she was asleep.

They agreed to raise their family in Los Angeles, mainly because Grayson knows Y/N hates snow and the LA climate appealed to her more. But then again, he insisted he should have free reign on the nursery, building everything he can to make it special for their child.

With every passing month, he’d measure Y/N’s belly and note it, downloading an application that helped him keep up with the development.

“Sigh.”

“Did you just say sigh out loud?” Grayson couldn’t help but chuckle at his fiancé, smitten by her even though she was increasingly complaining of her looks – something he made sure to stop with unlimited compliments every day, loving her even when she was terrorizing him with pregnancy cravings and sleepless nights that came with her newly developed snoring problem. Grayson truly adored every part of this pregnancy, especially how horny she became.

“I’m bored.” Sheepishly, she puts her leg over Grayson’s, his hand reacting on instinct as it rubs up and down her calf, lightly massaging her aching muscles.

“The doctor told you to rest. So, you’ll do just that and I’ll be your slave as promised.” Grayson tried to reason with her so many times before, but every time he turned his back on her he’d find her up and about. She is stubborn, but very much ready to have the baby they decided not to find out the sex of.

“I know! But I want to take a walk and get ice cream and have reckless, rough sex without this huge stomach making it impossible. And I want a drink…so bad…but I want to breastfeed too! Oh, God, I didn’t think this through.” Hiding her face in the pillow…as much as she could without turning over on her stomach, Y/N cried out of pure frustration while Grayson rubbed her back and held her close.

Hormones in the last trimester weren’t as helpful as they were in the first two. She cried ten times a day, mostly over the silliest things like “The sun is so pretty” or “That shirt fits you so well” and even “Why do I have to pee again”. Regardless how silly it was, he’d never tell her. Her body is undergoing massive changes and all because she’s going to give him the greatest gift of all – a chance to be a father and start a family, to be a man he wanted to be.

But when her water broke just a couple of days later, neither of them were quite ready for it. While Grayson ran around the house, gathering things she’d need in the hospital he made a Pinterest board about, Y/N was trying to remind herself why she did this in the first place.

It’s all fun and games until the pain starts to set in.

“Oh, we should have gotten a surrogate.” She whined as he helped her in the car, thanking his lucky stars he had the keys at hand and didn’t forget them like Ethan teased him he would.

“You’re doing great, love!” He wanted to be calm and supportive, but even Grayson was screaming in a state of panic and he’d laugh if he didn’t find it quite tragic how he’s acting like a scared teen when he’s almost thirty.

“DON’T SCREAM AT ME!” However, he had to reel it in when she started to cry again, realizing he’s scaring her more. But as they got to the hospital and Y/N went straight to the delivery room, Grayson held her hand all the way through – constantly reminding her to breathe so the child could breathe too, guiding her as much as he could between the hand crushing squeezes she’d administer with every push.

Grayson felt like every fiber of his being was vibrating with anticipation. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins. His hands trembled and his eyes were wide. The moment he heard that first cry was also the moment he felt his life had begun and he never felt such gratitude to the universe that gave him Y/N, his soulmate, who was gracious enough to give him the love of his life. Or two other he’d get in the next four years – their rainbow babies - twins, a boy and a girl.

“You were right. It’s a girl.”

This world is quite astonishing, when you claw your way out of the mire of dysfunction. When you first look over the horizon and see nature without the haze of discontent and petulance. Without any filter, with the naked eye and mind open to the beauty of this world, amazement comes. When you see those simple things, when you can fall in love with the simplest things, everything gets so much better. The larger things become almost overwhelming, the sense of love so much stronger. It is then you realize that before you lived a half-life, greyed and without the warmth each human is born with.

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Their Rainbow Baby - deleted scene

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Starstruck

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: you win a competition for a tour around the compound with a group of other winners and a meet and greet with the Avengers afterwards. You’re there to meet your idol, Bucky Barnes but he gets swarmed by other people who are there to meet him and so you almost miss your chance, until Steve Rogers sees the desperation in your face, he comes to your rescue.

Warnings: this is a slow burn one shot, Bucky is your idol, language, Tony can’t mind his own business for a minute and is rude, sweet Bucky :)

Words: 4,215 (holy shit)

Authors Notes: I don’t know why this is so long holy shit, it’s my first slow burn fic I’ve written so far instead of drabbles. This idea came to me in a daydream and I don’t know if anything like this has previously been written but regardless, I hope you enjoy and feedback is more than welcome as always :)

It was a big day for you, full of excitement and nerves as you glanced down at your VIP pass. It wasn’t often you won these competition things, and you don’t really know why you participated, maybe it had something to do with a certain superhero that was listed to be apart of the special meet and greet or maybe it wasn’t that reason but you’re glad you did as you were one of 5 winners. Winning a special tour of the Avengers compound and then meeting the superheroes in the flesh afterwards.

You were most excited to meet one particular superhero. The one with the black and gold vibranium arm and the shaggy hair and a full-grown beard covering his adorable cheeks. The one you’ve read and studied so much about the last couple of years.

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Former veteran soldier, former Howling Commando, survivor.

You surprised yourself because, history books, you would normally find quite boring, but knowing he was apart of that era made it all that more interesting and you became hooked, infatuated even as you researched every detail about the war he was apart of, understanding what he had to endure during his time in captivity, the ins and outs of his and Steve’s friendship, the good and the bad. The further you dug into his life, the more your heart clenched tightly in your chest.

The more recent interviews of him, you wouldn’t believe he was once a different man. You half expected him to be this closed-off person with no interest in the public whatsoever but to your utter shock and surprise, Bucky was so down to earth. Paying close attention to the interviewer’s questions. Answering them in-depth with so much philosophy behind his words. You watched hours upon hours of YouTube videos of Bucky meeting with fans, he took pictures and smiled for the photo. Autographed their merchandise. Bucky was always smiling, despite everything he had been through. You followed him on Instagram and Twitter. He’s never noticed you, but some other lucky fans were noticed, it didn’t bother you because you preferred not to have the attention, you looked forward to seeing his posts, stories and tweets he puts up for the world to see.

You admired him. You wanted to tell him face to face just how strong he was. The strong soldier has endeavoured so much in his life. Hydra stealing his freedom away from him, turning him into their own little puppet. He deserved this peaceful life he was being given.

You wanted to meet Bucky Barnes and here was your chance, you just hoped you wouldn’t trip over your words once you finally did. You held the folder that contained handwritten stories, artwork and letters of encouragement that you wanted to give to Bucky as a gift and a picture you wanted to be signed under your arm.

You hung the pass around your neck as you waited with the crowd outside the large black iron gates. A muscled and tall security walked over a few moments afterwards and asked for everyone’s names, checking them off the piece of paper he had in his hand on a clipboard.

“Please pay attention to any instructions you’re given. Please stick together. Do NOT venture off on your own. If you do NOT comply with any rules, you will be asked to leave. Any questions?” The security guard asked and there were mutters of no’s from everyone in the group. “Alright, follow me please.” You all followed the man in silence, occasionally glancing at the other people.

The iron gate that was hinged upon two stone pillars opened easily and quietly. And once everyone was inside, it was closed with an echoing ‘clang’, momentarily startling you. The security guard walked ahead and led the group up a really long pebbled footpath. The bright green grass on either side of the path was littered in gorgeous flowers and blossoming cherry blossom trees. Your feet scuffing across the stones as you walked, taking in the scenery around you. The place was absolutely magical, if someone was to describe it to you, you would think they were just fantasising. Something that you would absolutely do As you continued walking, to your left was a large space where the quinjets were receiving their maintenance from engineers. The large A on the front of the building came into view. The place looked enormous, larger than you ever expected.

You almost stumbled into the person in front of you. It was only then you realised everyone had stopped walking and was waiting near the doors.

The security guard turned around one final time. “Alright everyone’s attention, please. As I mentioned previously, please stick together. Do not be tempted to break away from the group and roam around by yourself. Please abide by these simple rules. Other than that, have fun and enjoy your experience. Mr Stark himself will take the guide over once you’re inside.” And with that, the guard flashed his key-card and the large glass doors opened. He stepped aside and motioned for everyone to go in.

The lobby was probably the biggest you’ve ever seen imaginable. Even pictures from Pinterest couldn’t compare to the sheer size of this. The floors and walls were marbled. Workers behind their desks typing away on their computers and phones ringing off the hook.

The ding from the elevator caught everyone’s attention. Excitement bubbled up within you. You knew it was most likely to be Mr Stark since he was going to be the tour guide from here, but something in you wished for a moment it would be Bucky Barnes.

But when the doors opened on the lavished elevator, it, of course, wasn’t. You hoped your disappointment wasn’t too noticeable.

“You’re the groups of winners?” Tony wondered, pulling up his tablet to check the list of names. He called each name out one at a time to receive a stamp on their wrist. Once everything was validated, Tony led the way. The group following him closely but quietly.

“As you folks can see, this is the lobby. We currently have over 10,000 staff employed in this area alone with over 200 security guards.”

“Why do you have so many?” A man from your group asked Tony.

“Because we’re the Avengers, you don’t know who is out there to harm there. Hydra could walk through those doors at any given time. Moving on.” Tony walked towards the staircase, he explained it was because of maximum weight capacity in the elevator. The stairwell was echoed and so many stairs. You were quite winded when you got to the top.

“Are you alright there, Y/N is it? Do you need a medic?” You didn’t know whether Tony was joking or being serious, but you took quite a few deep breaths and shook your head no.

“Alright. So welcome to the main floor. Here we have the common room, debriefing room, offices, a kitchen and numerous bathrooms along the hall.” Tony explained, pointing to each doorway down the long and narrow hallway. This was the floor of the common room? Bucky Barnes could be here, he could be through those doors, and that thought alone made your heart jump in your throat.

“What is the common room used for?” A younger lady asked Tony.

“The common room is where we, The Avengers hang out, unwind and relax after kicking ass. Follow me.”

In the near distance, you could hear hushed voices as Tony led the group into the actual common room. It was empty besides two people; Clint and Natasha. Two superheroes you easily recognized.

“I wonder where Bucky is?” You leaned in and asked the girl standing next to you. She smiled back politely, “I haven’t seen anyone yet. They are due for the meet and greet right?” She asked you. With a nod of your head, you noticed Tony had stopped talking and was looking in your direction.

“If you two are done with your conversation.” You both muttered an apology. “This is Natasha and Clint, our finest heroes. You’ll meet them and everyone else a bit later, let me show you the kitchen area.” Tony led the group further into the compound. The architecture was just incredible and out of this world. It was something you never really expected.

Tony showed you every nook and cranny of the compound; The indoor swimming pool with sauna and jacuzzi, the gym on the lower floor, the sleeping quarters one or two floors up, and he showed you the helipad where the quinjets received their maintenance and checks before takeoff.

“Have you guys enjoyed yourselves?” Tony asked as he led you all once again into the common room, where this time more voices were heard. Everyone answered incoherently but you decided to keep quiet, afraid of getting told off again by Tony. “It’s been a pleasure having you.” He sighed, stopping just outside the door of the common room. “Now is the time you’ve been waiting for. You will have a chance to meet each superhero and please, don’t be shy. They are not as scary as they seem.” Tony winked, opening the door and motioning for all of you to walk through. As you were about to walk through, Tony grabbed your wrist and held you back. For a moment you were worried you would be denied this opportunity to meet your hero, “Are you alright? You’ve been the quietest out of the group.” Tony consoled.

“I’m fine, I’m just taking everything in.” You smiled and Tony nodded, letting go of your wrist, allowing you through the door and once you did and made eye contact with those baby blues, you almost died. You became starstruck and it was almost impossible to peel your eyes away from him. In a line next to him stood the Avengers in their casual clothes, each with a glowing smile on their faces as they saw the pure shock on the group’s faces.

“Hi and welcome!” Wanda smiled ushering everyone forward.

“Hi, Wanda. I’m your biggest fan.” One of the girls gushed as she stepped towards Wanda, tears running down her cheeks. You watched the group approach the one superhero they wanted to meet the most, you didn’t anticipate 3 other girls would approach and crowd Bucky so quickly. But the guy took it well, smiling and talking to them as he answered their questions, they were giggling and no doubt flirting. You stood back awkwardly, unsure about what to do.

“Hey, kid. Are you gonna meet anyone?” Tony asked amused as she stood next to you, pushing his glasses up his face.

“He’s kind of occupied.” You chuckled, your eyes wandering over to Bucky.

“Yeah, he usually gets all the ladies.” Tony chuckled, stepping away to help someone.

Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach as you noticed more and more people were now waiting to meet the former Winter Soldier. He was a lot more popular than you had realized, and it was just a realization that maybe you weren’t meant to meet him. You instead chose not to waste this once in a lifetime opportunity and decided to approach Steve Rogers who was free from a crowd and he was your second favorite superhero.

“Hey!” He said smiling as you approached, his perfectly lined teeth on show. His T-shirt was pulled across his broad chest. Steve stretched a hand out for you to shake.

“Hi! How are you?” You asked politely, returning the firm handshake. His hand was silky smooth like he had dipped them in a butter dish prior to meeting everyone.

“Can’t complain. Got a few days off to enjoy the sunshine. What do you have there?” He pointed to the folder that you had under one arm.

“Oh, it’s kind of embarrassing but these are some things I wanted to gift to Bucky Barnes, but it looks like I won’t meet him.” You chuckled sadly, looking down at your feet.

“He’s the popular one with these greets. He really outshines us all, I’m sure he would really appreciate it though.” Steve comforted but knowing time was running out and people just kept swarming him. You pulled your lip between your teeth, desperately willing yourself not to let your true disappointment show, but you couldn’t help it. You would never get this opportunity again and Bucky was impossible to reach out to on social media with over 50 million followers on Instagram and a whopping 20 million on Twitter. Even if you did reach out, there were too many people trying to reach him, your messages and tweets would be swallowed. This just annoyed you since you were only a couple of feet from the man you’ve spent a long time learning everything about, sympathizing with and he was still out of reach.

Steve had been looking at your contour of emotions while you remained quiet. The folder under your arm was thick, he knew you were a genuine fan of Bucky’s and not just some fan girl who was here to flirt and try and get a hold of his personal number or request a follow on social media.

“May I take a look?” Steve asked, pointing to your folder. His voice startled you slightly and you nodded shamefully. There was far too much dedication in that folder and you were sure he was going to lecture you for being too invested in Bucky when Bucky didn’t know who you were. You passed him the folder and Steve quietly looked through, you watched his eyebrows rise and fall on occasion and small smiles here and there. You swallowed the lump in your throat and bounced on the balls of your feet.

“Alright, guys. That’s it, time is up! I really hope you all had a wonderful experience and could I please ask you all to calmly exit the common room and I’ll meet you in the hallway.” Tony spoke up and you panicked. Bucky was still laughing and joking with the girls and it was a moment lost. But Steve still hadn’t given you your folder back and you knew he must have heard Tony.

“See you later ladies!” Bucky called out to them as they waved and blew kisses. You heard Bucky chuckle, “Man I thought they’d never leave.” He told Clint before walking out after the group.

“Uh Y/N?” Tony started but Steve looked up with glossy eyes.

“Wait Tony, I’d like to keep her a while longer, don’t worry I’ll show her out afterwards,” Steve said, Tony was confused and you were confused, was there something he found in that folder that bothered him? Were you in trouble? Oh god, maybe your letters were too personal.

“Alright, freezer burn. Rest of you follow me please.”

One by one the avengers left, except for Steve. You were still standing in front of him awkwardly, your heart beating a thousand beats per minute. You noticed he was now taking his time flicking through your folder.

“This is really beautiful.” Steve complimented, he made sure Bucky was out of earshot before he continued, “You’ve spent so much time on this, your dedication, you really meant every word you think about him don’t you?” You knew he was referring to one of your many letters of encouragement, reminding him he’s human and a good man.

“I meant it.” You replied sheepishly.

“You should meet him, Y/N. He would love this so much.”

“I can’t. Tony has already kicked everyone out.” You chuckled, reaching for your folder but Steve wasn’t giving it back just yet.

“And I’ve already told him I wanted to keep you a while longer. You’ve clearly come here to see him and it’s only right you did. FRIDAY, where did Barnes disappear to?” Steve asked the disembodied AI.

“Sergeant Barnes is in his room, Captain Rogers.” Steve sighed and rubbed his neck.

“Please tell him to come back to the common room.”

“Yes sir.” The AI responded almost immediately.

“Cap? Can I have a word?” Tony walked through the door with his arms folded. Steve nodded and handed your file back to you.

Your heart rate was still accelerating at a dangerous speed once you were left alone in the common room with your folder clutched to your chest. You were still worried Steve found something that might have bothered him, you were confused why he wanted to keep you behind while everyone else had to leave and you didn’t understand why he wanted you to meet Bucky so badly, you were already given the opportunity and it didn’t happen.

Your thoughts froze when you heard heavy footsteps in the hallway and a tall, muscular figure round the corner with his hands shoved in his pockets. His eyebrows creased together when he saw it was just you in the room and not Steve.

“You’re still here?” Bucky asked, his eyes narrowed and you gulped, nodding your head. “Not keeping you hostage is he?” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. A smile grew on your face as he stepped closer to you. The purest of blue eyes you’ve ever seen in your life and they were looking right at you, one side of his shaggy hair was tucked neatly behind his ear and from this distance, you saw the dog tag chain around his neck and the tags clanking under his black Henley. This was your last opportunity to say what you wanted, to give him this folder, you knew you wouldn’t get this chance again and you were grateful to Steve for helping you out.

“I um… sorry I’m a mess.” You chuckled and blinked the tears away. It was like a reunion you weren’t really prepared for.

“It’s okay, let’s take a seat.” He motioned to the couches and you followed him. He sat on the coffee table opposite you and once you were ready and collected, you spoke more clearly.

“This is for you.” You handed your folder to him and he took it gracefully. “I um…” your voice came out shaky and nervous but you kept going, “I just really have to tell you that I think you’re wonderful, a true hero, one of my heroes and um, I never really thought I’d get this opportunity to meet you in person and definitely not, um one on one, this really means the whole world to me.” Tears were starting to run freely down your cheeks at this point and Bucky sighed happily.

“You know, I’m extremely grateful for wonderful people like you. I noticed you when you walked through the door but unfortunately, I got swamped and I felt kinda bummed out myself that I didn’t even get to say hi. Thanks for coming here today and staying behind. I’m really glad you did and thank you so much for this.” He waved the folder in his hand. “I’ll definitely take a good look through it later in the privacy of my own room.” He smiled.

“I do have one thing for you to sign if that’s okay?”

“Yes of course!” He shifted on the coffee table slightly and the wood cracked under his weight. Your hands immediately covered your mouth as you tried to suppress a giggle.

“If anyone asks… that wasn’t me.” He chuckled and stood up, choosing to sit next to you instead.

“What happened to the coffee table?” Tony asked as he reappeared through the doors. “You’re here an awfully long time Missy.” Tony pointed accusingly at you.

“Sam did it and leave her alone Tony. She has Steve’s permission to be here as well as mine.” Bucky glared and your cheeks heated up. “What did you want me to sign, doll?” Your heart almost choked on its own blood vessels at the pet name you knew very much about. It was more common in the 1940s and you wondered if Bucky or Steve ever used it today as an endearment to their women.

“Make sure she’s gone so-”

“Fuck off Tony. Excuse my language, doll.” God, was he trying to kill you?

“You... you called me ‘doll’.” your breath got caught stuck in your throat.

“Twice.” He winked.

Tony muttered under his breath as he left the common room with a weird looking android following him. Once you collected your thoughts, you pulled out one of your favorite pictures of Bucky that you had printed off the internet and handed it to him. Bucky reached into his pocket to pull out a sharpie and pulled the lid off with his teeth as he signed it. Your eyes slightly wandered over to his metal hand, it was the black and gold you loved so much. You remembered reading into so much detail about the different bionic arms, this one was made in Wakanda by Shuri herself with a lot of features that weren’t disclosed to the public. It looked more comfortable than the old silver arm with the red star which symbolized Hydra.

“There we go!” His voice startled you. Your eyes shot up to meet his own and you blushed under his stare.

“Th-thank you so much.” You stammered. Feeling hotter than a cookie baking in the oven.

“You’re welcome!” He smiled, clipping the lid back on the sharpie.

“Again, I really do appreciate this. Thank you for being so humble and I hope you find the letters encouraging.” You grinned looking down at the signed photo with a long message scripted on the back that you’ll read a little later.

“Well as I said, I really appreciate you for staying behind and for the folder. I can’t wait to look through it.”

“Could I… could I be cheeky and ask for a quick selfie with you?” You bit your lip nervously. You were prepared for him to say no and that you had outstayed your welcome, so you were a bit surprised when his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Yes!” You pulled your phone from your pocket and brought the camera app up. Bucky scooted in closer to you. “Tag me in it so I can add it to my story.” he smiled for the camera and you clicked the button, checking the photo to make sure it was good. You thanked him for the hundredth time.

“Okay, but I doubt you’d see it.” you chuckled and stood up, putting your phone back into your pocket.

“Why’s that?” He deadpanned and you chuckled.

“Um, sir. I don’t know if you know this but you have like 50 million people following you and probably 100 million DMing you to try and talk to you.”

“Hmm. You’re right, maybe I’ll have to try and find you then.” He winked and before you could react, Tony reappeared.

“I’m leaving,” you told him before he made another snarky comment about you still being there.

“If you’re ready, would you please follow me.” He started to walk towards the door but you, for some reason kept still in your spot, contemplating whether to throw your arms around his midsection and give him a hug or walk away and regretting not hugging him. You went with the first option, and Bucky, seemingly reading your mind already had his arms opened wide and embraced you gracefully. They were big and strong, just like you had anticipated. His cologne was like sandalwood and vanilla, mixed with spearmint. Daring yourself further, you reached up on your tiptoes and kissed him quickly on the cheek.

“Thank you, Bucky. It was a pleasure meeting you.” you smiled, pulling away from his embrace. He nodded curtly towards you. Tony huffed impatiently by the door and you reluctantly walked away from your hero.

Tony led you to the elevator since it was just the two of you. You felt the need to apologize for outstaying your welcome.

“Mr. Stark I’m so sorry for staying longer I-”

“Don’t stress kid. Cap explained everything, and don’t worry I almost guarantee Barnes will be in touch when he gets to the end of your folder.” you smiled but knowing that wouldn’t be true. Bucky probably wouldn’t think about you again after today. After all, he did receive hundreds and hundreds of gifts each week.

The lavished elevator dinged and you stepped out in sync. Tony nodded to the security guard and you handed your VIP pass back to him before he opened the large glass doors for you to exit.

“Thank you again, Mr. Stark.” You walked out, taking one last look of the compound before walking down the long pebbled path once again. Once you reached the iron gates, you gave the first security guard your name and he ticked you off the list, opening the gates and allowing you to exit.

“Have a nice day, Miss.” He said and you nodded with a small smile. You walked further down the sidewalk and stopped. Turning the photo Bucky had signed for you. Smiling greatly as you read it.

Dearest Y/N,

It’s not often I get fans like yourself. You’re truly one in a million and for the record, I’m glad Steve kept you behind, I’m glad he connected us. We will meet again soon, doll. Until then, please keep safe and please keep reaching out. I notice more than you think.

Best regards,

Bucky

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Hidden Truths

Title: Hidden Truths.

Word count: 4083

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After nearly losing you during the hunt, Dean finally opens up and reveals some hidden truths.

Warnings: 18+, tiny angst, fluff, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), oral sex, sex stuff in general, lil swearing.

A/N: Hi guys! So, here it is!

This is my first time posting something and I am nervous af, I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m excited. I’m not a great writer and this story is not very original, it's hella hard to find something that wasn't already written. Feel free with opinions, I'll take all the criticism on my chest.

Special THANK YOU to my amazing betas and friends @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons for taking care of my work, kicking my nervous ass and helping whenever I needed it. Without you, this wouldn't see a daylight. Love you ❤

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You knew Dean was probably right and you shouldn’t go in without him but you couldn’t wait. You stormed inside scanning every corner with watchful eyes. It was empty and quiet, no signs of any presence. This abandoned building was supposed to be a covens hideout. You and boys had been tracking them for days, so you couldn’t be wrong. You lowered your gun going into the last room and frowned, searching for anything that could lead you to answers when you heard them.

“Knock it off!” a sharp voice cut through the silence, followed by shattering glass and heavy thump.

Sam?

You ran in the direction of the sound, kicked the door in and quickly took in the scene that was happening in front of you. Sam was pinned to the wall by an invisible force, beaten and bleeding. A woman with ginger locks stood in the middle of a fire circle finishing her spell, one hand pointing at Sam who was grunting, trying to free himself.

“Hey, bitch!” you yelled aiming a gun at her. She turned her head and looked at you with furious eyes. “Let him go!”

“Y/N!” Sam shouted. A second later you felt a sharp pain cutting through your body, causing you to take a deep, surprised breath. “No!”

You looked at the black eyed man who was smiling at you with satisfaction. He yanked the blade out of your stomach. You collapsed to the ground and grunted as he kicked you in your fresh wound. Air flew out of your lungs and your eyes rolled from dizziness.

“No!” You barely heard Dean’s voice as tears blurred the view of him slicing the demon’s throat and rushing to help his brother.

You rolled on your side and shut your eyes tight from pain. You pressed your hands to the wound, feeling the blood coat your fingers. Taking sharp, shallow breaths you lifted yourself up so you could partly lean on the wall. That’s when you heard a gunshot and in the corner of your eye you saw the witch fall down, a hole in her head. Sam’s feet touched the floor and you closed your eyes.

“No, no, no, no…” Dean was next to you in seconds, cupping your cheeks. “Y/N stay with me, don’t you dare close your eyes,” he warned and you saw his green eyes full of worry and panic. You smiled.

“He-Hey De…” you coughed tasting blood on your tongue.

“Cas!” he yelled into the air. “Cas, come on man, I need you,” he said through gritted teeth covering your hands with his, holding your face with his second hand. “Sweetheart, look at me, focus on me. Hey, hey, right into my eyes,” you struggled but did what he asked, still smiling weakly.

“Dean, she’s drifting.” Sam’s voice caught your attention and you managed to look at him.

“Hey, Sammy. You’re okay…” A cough interrupted you again. Your whole body was shaking, spreading pain.

Your eyelids fluttered. The world was spinning, the boys’ faces blurry but Dean’s green eyes kept you from falling completely. For now.

Sam touched your face and arm, mumbling something about you getting cold. His brother’s fear grew as you grunted and slipped slightly on your side. He grabbed you and you hung limply in his arms, weak and pale, taking torn breaths.

“Dean…” you always wanted his name to be your last word.

You wanted to add much more. You wanted to tell him everything you felt but it was too much, you weren’t strong enough, words didn’t want to come out. You managed to touch his face, you wanted to remember that. The second you felt his skin and looked into his scared eyes, you were okay with dying. Your life was good, you had him and his brother. And death was fine as long as it was with them by your side.

You blinked for the last time, flashed a small smile to the man that owned your heart and darkness consumed you right before Castiel put his hand on Dean’s arm.

***

The trip back to the bunker was silent and tense. You noticed that Dean was gripping the wheel so hard, that his knuckles were white and even in dim light from the roadside lights, you could see his clenching jaw. Normally, you'd find it hot, but right now you knew it meant that he would shout at you the second you crossed the bunker’s threshold.

And he did.

"What exactly were you thinking, huh?!" he yelled, throwing his bag on the map table, next to yours. You turned to face him.

"Dean…"

"I told you to wait for me! I told you it was dangerous. You knew there was a possibility that she worked with demons!" he punched the column. "Dammit, Y/N!"

"You knew I would go. Especially after we got that weird call from Sam," he shook his head. "Think about what could’ve happened if I didn't interrupt her..."

"You wouldn't have gotten hurt, that's what could’ve happened!"

"Yeah, and she would’ve finished the spell! Kill those people and probably Sam too!" you raised your voice.

Dean always worried too much. He was always treating you like you were made of glass. You were a good hunter. It wasn't the first time something like this happened. Yes, maybe today you hadn’t planned it well. Maybe you weren't focused enough, and there was a big chance you could have been killed if Cas hadn’t appeared, but things like this were normal in life like yours. And Dean should be the last person yelling at you because of death threatening decisions; he had made few on his own.

"And you thought that joining the group was a good idea?! Jesus, Y/N, why do you have to be so stupid?!" It took you aback. Your eyebrows shot up.

"Excuse me?! Listen! Maybe it was quick decision and maybe I didn't think it through long enough but don't you dare call me stupid!" you pointed a finger at him. "It was about saving someone's life! And I think you, out of everyone, know the best about taking stupid steps! Don't make me remind you how many times I was in your place, watching you dying or going straight into the fire! So if you want to fight with me over it, look in the mirror first! You would do the exact same thing today, you wouldn't give a shit if I told you to wait for me!"

"It's not the same, Y/N! It's about you, for fucks sake!"

"And what the hell does that mean?! Why is it different?! Because I'm a girl?!" you asked but somehow you knew it wasn't the reason. "Because I haven’t been hunting as long as you have?! Because I stole your moment of glory or something?!"

He rolled his eyes, "you know that’s not the point!"

"Then what is that, Dean?!"

"Guys," Sam came between you.

"What?!" you asked together and exchanged angry looks.

"Can you stop?" he pushed his hands through his long hair, still colored with blood. "It's over, there’s no need to keep going over it. A lot happened tonight and the last thing I need is you two jumping down each other’s throats. And I think you don't want it either.”

"You're right, Sam." you agreed, crossing your arms over your chest. "But I'm done with his worrying ass and I swear if he won’t stop yelling at me for doing my job…"

"Dying is not your job!" Dean shouted again.

"Dean," you knew this tone. Sam tried to stop the fight from growing again.

"Don't Dean me!" his brother looked at him with anger on his face. "You know how this could've ended up, you were there!"

"But it didn't so leave it!"

"He won't leave it, he's too stubborn," you said. "But I'm not going to apologize for anything and there is no way I'll promise not to do something like this again." You took your stuff from the table. "And, if you can't live with that, that's your problem but I thought you knew me well enough to know that waiting politely for backup while I can do something, is not what I do." Sadness crept into your voice.

It was always like that. You made a decision, something happened and you ended up fighting in the middle of the bunker. Every time. You were so done with that, it was tiring as hell. You knew Dean cared about you, but you wished he could accept your lifestyle, especially when his life was so similar.

"Just…" you started as you began to walk backwards but your words failed you, "Goodnight, guys." You waved at them. You were too tired to argue further, so ignoring their looks you headed to your room.

***

A few hours later, after rethinking everything over and over again, you took a long, hot shower, cleaning the blood, dust and sweat from your body. Your room was the only one with it's own bathroom and it was like heaven. You had all the privacy you needed.

Warm water relaxed you and soothed your nerves. You went out with a cleared head, put on some sleeping shorts and shirt, happy that after a whole day you could throw away your bra. All you wanted now was to bury yourself into your pillows and sleep as long as possible.

You jumped in surprise seeing Dean sitting on your bed. You placed a hand on your chest feeling your heart beating faster and released a breath.

“Jesus, Dean. You scared me,” you said putting your clothes on the desk.

“Sorry,’ he mumbled looking down on his hands. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows digging into his knees, his body tense. “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier.”

You frowned, seeing his complex face and tilting your head you sat down next to him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked. He wasn’t often like this. Usually when something was bothering him he hid it, putting his best mask on. But you always knew anyway.

“I just…” he took a deep breath and lifted his head up, looking at the ceiling. “I was scared Y/N. When I saw you collapse on that damn ground…” he turned his head so he could look at you, his voice barely over a whisper. “I thought I lost you.”

You smiled warmly understanding exactly what he meant. You’d lost count how many times you lost your shit thinking that something happened to him and you still remembered the feeling like your own life running out of you every time he died. To this day you felt sick thinking about it.

You knew he cared about you as much as you cared about him, but you also knew you loved this man. It took you time, years of fighting, living and doing literally everything together to figure out it was more than just a friendship. But you didn’t say a word. Each time you chickened out, laughing and reminding yourself this feeling wasn’t mutual. Even though you noticed intense looks, lingering touches and nervousness in some of his actions, you told yourself it was just your mind.

But moments like this, when he opened up to you, talking without any games, showing you how much he cared, it really seemed like he felt something.

The last few months had been a rollercoaster. Hunt after hunt you ended up beaten and covered in blood. You were pretty sure your counter of broken bones had already reached three digits. Death was reaching for you with it’s skinny hand every time.

As if he was reading your mind, Dean spoke.

“I’m done Y/N. I’m so done with the thought of you dying every time we go hunting. I don’t know what’s going on lately, but the world out there seems to be more crazy than it was before and I am shaking with nerves every time you grab a weapon and go out.”

“Dean,” you started, taking his hands in yours. “You know I can handle that. It’s not like I’ve been hunting since yesterday, I’ll be fine.” He smiled sadly but honestly.

“Yeah, I know you’re badass, I saw you. But I still feel anxious thinking I won’t be there on time and if I lose you, I won’t be able to say all the things I want to.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, dropping his eyes on your now entwined hands.

“I want to do this after every time we return from a hunt, but for some reasons I never do. And then, when I'm almost losing you again, I think that I won’t have another chance. It’s like that, over and over again, and I’m so fucking mad at myself because…” he took deep breath and lifted his gaze back on you. “There are things I want to tell you, to show you… but I don’t know how. I am genuinely scared of your reaction.”

You searched his face for a moment and when he looked down again you placed your palm on his cheek, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“Tell me, Dean,” you said quietly.

You didn’t want to, but your mind made up a whole story that attached to his words, creating scenes and emotions you wanted, and now you were praying for it to be true. He leaned into your touch closing his eyes, sighing with relief and your tummy twisted.

“Show me,” you whispered.

After a few seconds his green eyes met yours. It was like someone had punched you. Your temperature rose under his intense look and you swallowed hard. He noticed and his eyes travelled slowly over your face. Pushing your hair away, he caressed your jaw and ear with his right hand, causing tiny sparks to dance on your skin.

His eyes moved to your lips as he licked his own. Then he looked at you as if he was asking for permission, hoping you wouldn’t kick him if he made a move. But you couldn’t move even if you wanted too. Air around you got thick and heavy, your body was rising in heat, blood rushing in your ears pumped by your racing heart. He started to lean forward, but your mind still couldn’t process what was going on.

Was he seriously about to kiss you right now?

You got the answer when Dean closed the gap between you, briefly and smoothly brushing your mouth with his. And, God, it was enough to mess with your head.

When you didn’t pull away he kissed again but a little bit harder and your body responded. You pushed on, moving your hand from his cheek to the back of his head. He took a sharp breath and pulled you closer, arching you to him. Your head was spinning when you got faster and more handsy. He shifted, pulling one leg up on the bed so he was sitting straight towards you and placed his hand on your hip, the other still holding your face. You ran your fingers through his hair noticing it’s softness. Gently lifting your chin with his fingertip, he slightly sucked on your lower lip. You gripped his hair and scrap the back of his head. Dean moaned shortly and broke the kiss, but didn’t pull away. He stayed millimeters away from you, the two of you panting against each other’s lips.

“Y/N, I’m…” With your eyes still closed you rested your forehead on his.

“I swear if you say you’re sorry, I’m gonna kick your ass,” you breathed out and he chuckled.

“We should…” he pulled away just so he could look in your eyes. “You should stop me, before I do more,” his serious tone made you smile.

“Well…” you lifted yourself up and holding his gaze you sat astride him. He looked up at you; confused expression on his face. “Who said I want to stop you?”

“But…” you cut him off, pressing your lips to his.

You didn’t care. After years you finally had him and you didn’t think about letting him go or pushing away. Hell no. You craved this guy with everything you had. Your feelings were deeper than you were brave to confess. And the fact that he came up with that, that he was the one kissing you for the first time. It gave you hope.

It turned you on.

You almost died today, you deserve and needed to release some tension that mixed with your unspoken love.

Cupping his face between your hands you kissed him deep and slow, waking up his imagination. Dean took a sharp breath once again and you felt his hands slipping under the back of your shirt. Skin to skin contact made your body shiver. You opened up when he licked your lips; your eyes rolled back as you tasted each other, moaning together. His hot tongue completely turned off your mind and you slid your hands back on his neck and under his shirt.

One stroke with your nails and you shrieked when Dean suddenly rose up to his feet, holding you up just under your ass. He walked around the bed and gently laid you down on the pillows. Leaving your lips he kissed down your jaw and then neck, nipping every so often. His teeth grazed over your collarbone and you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. You gripped his shirt.

“Take it off,” you whispered and his eyes shimmered.

You smiled when he straightened up and took his shirt off, kneeling between your legs. You ran your hands on his firm stomach feeling his muscles contracting under your touch. You saw lust ghosting his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you passionately, which dragged a moan from you. You were all his, in this moment you would let him do anything, whatever he wanted.

And what he wanted was your shirt to be gone. You sat up letting him take care of it and gasped when, without any warning, he pushed you back on the pillows and sucked on one of your breasts. Using his tongue and teeth he made sure both of your nipples stood hard, happy to see him. He kissed a line from between your breasts, down your stomach, to the waistband of your shorts.

“Dean,” you whined, shifting eagerly.

He smiled and winked at you. Hooking his fingers under the material he slowly took it down, not leaving your eyes even for a second. As you laid there naked, cold air causing goosebumps, Dean kissed your ankle, knee and inner thighs. His hot breath hit your core and you couldn’t help but shiver. You held your breath as he licked from your entrance to your aching clit sucking it into his perfect mouth. You jerked up but Dean pressed you down by putting his large hands on your belly.

You were moaning louder with every flick of his tongue, his mouth driving you crazy, sending sparks to your system. You pulled on his hair when he sucked onto your clit, adding a finger between your folds; you were done with teasing.

"Dean, come here," you whimpered and after a last few strokes he crawled up and let you taste yourself while you fumbled with his pants. Without waiting you slid your hand in his boxers and grabbed his shaft.

"Fuck," he breathed a curse, hiding his face in your neck.

You pumped him slowly, Dean bucking his hips to meet your movements. His breath hitched, body trembled, and when you placed an open mouth kiss just under his jaw, he growled and suddenly jumped off the bed. He got rid of his clothes faster than you could blink and he was back at you. In between kisses you heard his shallow, breathy tone.

"Do you have any?" he asked but you looked at him shaking your head.

"I do, but I wanna feel you," you said smiling shyly.

Dean's eyes got darker but shined bright at the same time. You saw emotions running through him. He could say something, hell, he could just stand up and find the condom. But he didn't want to.

Instead he shifted but before he could enter you, you pushed on his shoulders, giving him the signal to lay on his back. He rolled over and you sat on him, kissing as you slowly sank down on his hard cock that filled you inch by inch. Your walls fluttered at the feeling; you both stopped and grunted when he bottomed out.

You locked your eyes with his and moved your hips, causing him to bite on his lower lip. His head dropped back onto the pillow when you sped up and he moaned loudly, gripping hard on your hips. Your head fell back from pleasure. He was filling you perfectly, scraping over every sensitive spot inside you, hitting you right where you needed him.

Suddenly he sat up, pulling you flush to him, caging you in his strong arms, digging his fingers in your shoulder blades. You hooked your hands on his neck and slightly scraped the back of his head pulling a low growl from him. He liked it.

His hot breath fanned over your skin. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and whispered your name, causing your stomach to tremble. Then he sank his teeth in the tattoo on your collarbone while thrusting hard at the same time and you felt a jolt of intense electricity going through your body.

You cried out with surprise and intense feeling, and Dean repeated his action, dragging you down by your shoulders. He was pumping into you slow but hard and you felt heat building impossibly high in your lower stomach.

"Dean...I…" you tried to build a proper sentence but you've lost the ability to talk a long time ago. In answer to your words he deftly flipped you over so you were under him.

"I know, sweetheart. Me too," he breathed thrusting firmly, his cock throbbed confirming his statement. "Baby, come with me. Please, come with me," he pleaded, reached down to your clit and started rubbing small circles. You felt your muscles tighten, rising your body up from sheets, locking a scream in your throat.

And then it all let go. Your orgasm hit hard, it was overwhelming, mind blowing. Fire ran through every cell in your body, every inch trembled, your head was hazy.

With one last thrust Dean growled pressing himself to you and coated your walls with hot cum. You milked him to the last drop, your bodies pulsed together.

After a few moments, you came down from your high, still glued to Dean, who's breath was returning to normal. His warmth and weight was so pleasurable. Caressing his back with your fingertips you took deeper breaths pressing your nose to his neck, smelling him. Dean purred happily and did the same to you, sliding his arms under and around you, leaning on his elbows so he didn't crush you.

He looked into your eyes, a lazy smile dancing on his lips. Giving a brief kiss he partly closed his eyes, bliss and joy written over his face. You gently ran your hand through his hair and played with his earlobe. He melted into your touch and then kissed the inside of your palm.

"You okay?" he asked. You nodded and he kissed your nose, rolled over and stood up from bed. "Hold on."

He disappeared in your bathroom for a moment and came back with a cloth so you could clean yourself.

"We should have done this a long time ago," you stated, stretching yourself, feeling blissful tiredness.

"Hell yeah we should," Dean agreed, joining you under the covers, pulling you close to him. "But we were dumbasses," he chuckled on his own words and you kissed his chest, smiling. "You know it will be even worse now, right? I will worry more, we will be fighting Y/N, all the time."

"Yeah, I know," you said shrugging. "But now…" you turned your head and put your chin on his chest. "We can have angry sex after," wiggling your brows you gave him cocky grin. He smiled widely, all teeth and dimples, and he shook his head.

"You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart."

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Now I'm gonna hide in the corner!

Tags: @winchest09 @deanwanddamons @jay-and-dean @katehuntington @snffbeebee @bunkerconfessions @roonyxx thank you guys for all the support!

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brokutosan · 4 years

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Title. Burnt Out, Part Two

Pairing. Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader

Summary. In which he’s intoxicated and opens up about things he never got the chance to. Part two of Burnt Out, Suna Rintaro’s point of view.

Warnings. Excessive intake of alcohol, cursing, and manga spoilers.

Suna Rintaro started dating his long-term girlfriend L/N Y/N in highschool. She was the type who kept to herself and had a small, yet golden, circle of friends. She got along well with his volleyball team because she had a great personality, and she went along with teasing their friend Miya Atsumu.

He met her when he was in preschool and he made her cry because he accidentally took her chuupet. His mom made him apologize and they bonded over a whole pack his mom bought for them to share. A few years later, he realized he liked her in his last year of middle school, when he got upset over losing his last competition with the team and she was there to cheer him up with a pack of chuupet.

He admits he’s not one for romantic gestures, but his feelings for her were always sincere. Growing up, Suna lacked the energy nor the personality to make much friends, so he was always relieved knowing she was there. They grew up together, and that’s something Suna would never replace. He associates his childhood with her and their love for chuupets.

Throughout their relationship he tried his best to show he appreciated her. Though what he liked best about her was that he didn’t need to try. He always assumed she knew and she understood his actions. After joining a pro team he got a bit busier, but he assumed she would understand.

“Quit assuming Y/N-chan’s gonna stick around for your shit. Sure, she’s always been the best of us for understanding your...detachment to everyone else, but she ain’t a saint. Get ‘yer shit together or she might just finally up and leave.” Atsumu once told him, but Suna tries not to dwell in anything the piss haired dumbass tells him. But what he said was true.

Which is why Suna decided to gamble. He told his teammates and the twins that if he won the next three consecutive games and the team placed top three in the league, he’d finally propose. Osamu told him not to gamble with life, his teammates told him not to blame them if they lose, and Atsumu rejoiced and called him brilliant. Suna’s not sure how he feels about their response, but he’s willing to risk it. Because it’s for her.

After the third win Suna went with his team to celebrate, mostly because he was in a good mood and because he was nervous yet excited at the same time. But then she called.

What if she found the ring he loosely hid in his sock drawer? What if she thinks it’s for someone else? Oh god, what if she thinks he’s cheating on her? What if-

“Actually-” “By the way-”

He lets her go first because he cares like that. But suddenly he wishes he didn’t.

“I don’t think we’re in love anymore.” Oh. With that one sentence all the pride and joy brimming up his body is flushed down by sorrow and dread. Color drains from his face and he feels like he’d stopped breathing. Suddenly all those “what-ifs” didn’t sound so bad anymore.

“I’ll pack my bags while you’re at work tomorrow.” Suna ends the call there because he’s scared she might hear his life crashing down through the phone. Still a bit shocked, Suna lets his body slide down the dingy alleyway. No tears fall because he’s not an emotional person like that, but the turmoil in his head makes him itch for a distraction.

He hears the loud cheers of his teammates inside the bar and finds the perfect solution.

“Rintaro-kun, get ahold of yourself!” Komori Motoya whisper-yells at his intoxicated teammate. Said intoxicated teammate is currently stumbling over his own two feet as he tries to walk in a straight line with one arm slung over Komori’s shoulders.

Komori mumbles a few strings of curses as he drags the man to the elevator. “Why did you even drink this much?” He asks no one in particular, mainly because the man in question was too busy laughing at his own reflection in the elevator mirror.

Komori remembers that MSBY has an away game, which probably means they’re all together in a hotel or probably running late with practice, and decides to call Sakusa for help. Much needed help, as he hears another groan from Suna. If he pukes - no, he won’t even think about it. Shaking his head, Komori pulls out his phone and dials a number. It rings four times, before his cousin’s cranky voice mumbles out, “Hello?”

“Sakusa! Is Miya still around?” Komori urgently grunts out, simultaneously hoisting up his teammate who’s currently being dragged down by gravity and alcohol. “What could you possibly need from that moron?” He can imagine the scowl on his cousin’s face, but he decides to focus on more important matters.

Like the idiot now hanging loosely on his shoulders. Suna’s a bit taller, so Komori has to drag his feet through the floor with one arm and keep his phone pressed to his ear with one hand. “Tell him it’s about Rintaro-kun.” There’s rustling and the sound of the phone being handed off to someone else, and then Atsumu’s croaking out a, “What-,” obvious that he was awoken from his sleep.

Komori’s not in the right state of mind to feel any remorse, so he gets to the point. “Miya, do you know Rintaro-kun’s girlfriend’s number?”

“Why?” Atsumu grumbles, still half asleep. The sound of a boisterous laughter through the phone snaps him awake, though, as he recognizes the familiar sound. “Holy shit!” He shoots up, sheets strewn on the floor. Sakusa looks like he’s about to commit a crime.

“Komori, listen - whatever he does, make sure you get it on camera!” (Komori hears Sakusa mumble, “You’re a shitty person,” and Atsumu bark back with a, “Shut ‘yer trap, Omi-kun!”) Choosing to ignore his idiocy, Komori urges on, “Do you know her number or not?”

“I mean yeah, but if ‘Taro’s that drunk then I’m pretty there’s problems with Y/N-chan.” Komori feels a vein pop, both because Suna’s weight is really starting to push down on his shoulders, and because Atsumu’s proving himself to be pretty useless in this situation.

“I don’t care anymore! Can you just text me her number so I can drop this idiot off?” Komori huffs. Atsumu hums and hangs up, seconds later texting him Y/N’s number. He hands Sakusa (who’s now unsurprisingly wearing gloves) back his phone and plops back down to his comfy hotel room bed, remembering to check on his friend the next morning.

Komori finally makes it to the address sent to him by Suna’s girlfriend after about thirty minutes of dragging the said man through crowds and avoiding the judgemental looks from people passing by.

He wastes no time in pressing the doorbell before he’s met face to face with the girlfriend-in-question. Her eyes are red and puffy, and she looks about as bad as Suna does, though a lot more sober. Miya was right. He thinks to himself. Relationship problems, huh?

“Ah, thank you for bringing him home safely, Komori-san!” She bows. Her voice is strangled and hoarsed, but the politeness is still there. “I’m so sorry for bothering you, I can take him from here.” Y/N holds out her arms, and perhaps because of how heartbroken she looks, Komori gently shakes his head.

“I can set him down on the couch. He’s not exactly lightweight, you see.” She simply nods, not having enough energy to go back and forth over the matter. “Thank you so much.” She says with another bow. Once Suna’s bodyweight is off his shoulders and he can feel his full body again, Komori waves his hand to show that it was no big deal.

He silently hopes he’s not overstepping, before mumbling on his way out, “I hope you two work it out.” She responds with a weak smile and another bow before locking the door behind him.

Finally alone again, Y/N steps towards her now-ex boyfriend, and decides to help him feel more comfortable by removing his shoes. Suna complies by grumbling something that can’t be understood, so Y/N continues with cleaning him up.

“Sit up real quick, ‘Taro.” She whispers. Suna obeys and sits up with his eyes still closed. His movement releases a whiff of beer and his usual cologne. Y/N has to hold her breath because of the pungent scent, but she continues to care for him with gentle hands.

Suna opens his eyes and though everything is still blurry, he could easily recognize her anywhere. He grabs hold of one of wrist that was busy yanking off his coat from his body and pulls her closer to him. She slightly falls down on where he’s seated on the couch, but she catches herself before she could completely crash down on him.

“Hi.” Suna mumbles into her neck.

“Hey. Let’s get you into some more comfortable clothes, ‘Taro.” Y/N tries to pry herself off him, but his hold on her tightens and now she finds herself engulfed into his chest with two strong arms wrapping around her frame. “Don’t wanna. Just wanna stay here.”

“Okay.” Y/N decides there’s point arguing with an intoxicated man and allows herself to melt into his hold.

But then she remembers their conversation from earlier, and her cruel decision of breaking it off without an explanation. Guilt overwhelms her and soon she attempts to pry herself off again, and this time she’s successful. Suna whines.

“Come back.” His voice is an unfamiliar pitch higher and he’s making grabby motions at her with his arms. “Try to sober up a little first, okay?” Y/N calms him down before heading into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

It only took ten seconds for Suna to follow suit, albeit still drunk and wobbly, but he is able to hold himself up until he grabs hold of her from behind, her warmth heating up his frozen body once again. “Don’t leave me.” Y/N’s not sure if he means now, or in general. Does he even remember their phone call?

Nontheless, he isn’t in his right mind, and Y/N doesn’t want to say anything that might cause him to react wildly. “Okay, let’s sit down though, yeah?” Suna nods, and his hair tickles the back of her neck. They awkwardly shuffle through the kitchen back to the couch, where Suna continues to snuggle into her chest. Y/N finds herself combing her hand through his tangled hair, somehow finding comfort in this rare display of affection.

They stay like that for a couple minutes, Y/N sitting awkwardly down on the couch and Suna’s overgrown body slumped over hers as he clings onto her waist for dear life. Y/N decides not to beat around the bush and tries to clear the elephant in the room.

“Did this happen because of what I said?” It’s a stupid question, and Y/N knows the answer to it, but she doesn’t know why she needs to hear it coming from him. Suna only nods, not once breaking away from his hold on her.

“Do you want to talk about it now?” Y/N offers. Maybe, if he’s being this uncharacteristically clingy right now, then he’d be more comfortable with opening up.

“Don’t leave me.” Suna mumbles again, this time Y/N can feel the desperation in his voice.

“I won’t. Not right now, at least. But we need to talk about it.” Y/N’s hand is still combing through his dark locks, and for a second she thinks he fell asleep because of it, but he speaks up again.

“If I ignore it will you take back what you said?” Suna tries to bargain. Y/N lets herself laugh, though it comes out choked because of how dry her throat was from crying. The sound however, makes Suna lift his head up from its place on her chest, his chin resting just above her breasts as he stares straight into her eyes.

“I’m being serious right now.” Everything about him is delirious, but his eyes scream that she should listen to what he’s about to say.

“I don’t know what changed, but I’m sorry if it’s because of something I did.” Y/N can easily tell that he’s just starting to sober up, but not enough for him to totally pull away or stop talking yet. “It was because of something Atsumu said,” She finds herself confessing. Perhaps she hasn’t totally sobered up from the bottle of wine she finished a few hours ago.

“That bastard.”

“- back in highschool.” Suna shows no remose towards what he said. Highschool school or now, Atsumu is still Atsumu, and he said what he said.

“When you guys fought over who’s fault it was when you lost a game, he told me I was dating a rock.” Suna tilts his head in confusion (and Y/N tries not to make it too obvious that she’s getting ticklish every time he moves). “A rock?” He grumbles with a scowl on his face. (He totally looks like an angry puppy right now, but Y/N decides that this isn’t the right time to gush over it).

“And then I got a wedding invitation from Mika and Daishou-kun. I drank a little too much too, so my thoughts just spiraled down negatively.” Y/N sighs as she relives the emotional turmoil she went through that evening. “I let my emotions and something Atsumu said years ago get the best of me, and I really hurt you. I’m sorry, ‘Taro.” Y/N doesn’t notice the tears streaming down her face as she cups his face in her hands. Suna leans into her touch and hums.

“I think I can understand what Atsumu said, though.” Suna mumbles out. He gets up from his comfortable spot, and Y/N feels herself missing his warmth right away.

And then he heads into the bedroom, much more sober now, and Y/N stares at him him out of curiosity. He comes back out within seconds with something in his hand and sets it down on the coffee table as he sits back down next to her. Y/N gasps.

“I told myself that I was gonna do this after winning three consecutive games. I think I was gonna do it even if we didn’t, though.” Y/N switches her gaze between her lover and the velvet box that contained a ring.

The ring itself was simple, yet elegant. There’s a single big diamond sitting in the middle of a silver band, and its beauty makes up for its simplicity. The ring is true to Suna’s character, though she suspects some of his friends had a say in picking the ring (there’s no way Suna would have been able to decide on it himself).

“This wasn’t how I planned for it to go down, but I feel like if I don’t do it now, I might not get another chance.” There’s a certain sincerity in his eyes and desperation in his voice that makes Y/N’s heart ache, both out of happiness and guilt for what she did earlier that night.

“I know I’m not gonna be the best husband - hell, I wasn’t even close to being the best boyfriend - but what I do know for sure is that there’s no one else I’d want to be with other than you.” Suna grabs the box from the table and gets down on one knee in front of the couch, where she’s still seated with tears streaming down her face.

“I promise I’ll try my best to open up more. I won’t let you get bothered by something that idiot said in highschool again, and I’ll make sure you’ll never have to question my love again.” Suna finishes with a smile, “So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

Y/N doesn’t trust her voice so she chooses to nod vigorously instead, launching herself into his welcoming arms. He falls back from the impact but his hold on her is still tight. Everything is in place again, and the figurative fire between them sparks again. If they tried hard enough, even a burnt out match can still be relit.

“Wanna mess around and pretend we broke up because of what Atsumu said?”

A/N. Also another re-uplod. Thank you for reading! You can tell I was pushing my ‘komori is team mom’ agenda bc I love my boy. Anyways, sorry if the ending got a bit cheesy but I don’t really know how to write it without making it cheesy - chuu

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honey-subs · 4 years

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so it's the day after you had fainted and despite jinyoung telling you to rest you decide to go to work. as you arrive you watch jinyoung from afar chatting with one of his workers and you're totally enchanted by his strong but kind aura. everyone loved him as a boss and due to his attractiveness and kindness there were a lot of workers crushing on him as well. some workers are just too much though, arriving at work in the shortest skirts and tightest or lowest cut shirts you'd ever seen (pt. 1)

you had fallen for him too just like many did but you were the only one not dressing to impress him each and every day and even though he never knew if you liked him or not, he liked that you weren't trying too hard to be noticed by him. when jinyoung took notice of you he tensed, a frown overtaking his features. "you were supposed to rest." he told you after crossing the room to get to you. "i know that there's a bunch of stuff to do.. how can i not go to work?" you asked softly. (pt. 2)

"you fainted yesterday and today you're coming back to work? you're really trying your best to faint again aren't you? i wouldn't be able to handle it again especially if i could've prevented it" jinyoung told you concern and hurt visible in his eyes and voice. "jinyoung, look i'm fine okay?" you tried to convince him but he wasn't buying it. "you can stay but only if you stay by my side all day and then go on a date with me." "Deal." you said as you flashed a soft smile his way (pt. 3)

like that jinyoung spent all day not being able to focus on his work too busy with worrying about you. you needed a coffee? he'd get it or make someone else get it. you tripped? he caught you asking you dozens of questions to make sure you were okay. there were lots of similar moments throughout the day. when you arrived at the date destination you gasped as he led you to a restaurant with a stunning view. at the end of the night he brought you home and somehow ended up sleeping at your place.

a/n — fluff, ceo au, mentions of injuries, first dates, slight slowburn, etc

ceo - park jinyoung (part two)

it’s another day at the office, and you’re used to what you see everyday you come in — or you should be, but ever since that kiss with jinyoung, all of your coworkers flirting with him just seemed too obvious for your liking.

they always wore the shortest of skirts and tightest of skirts to get his attention, but it never worked. either he was oblivious to all their advances, or he simply didn’t care. you bet it was the latter, though.

from the corner of his eye, jinyoung notices some bandages on someone’s head, but doesn’t pay much attention. he has to do a double take before he realizes it’s you. his eyes meet yours, and you can see he’s a bit panicked at your presence.

he gives a polite smile to the ladies in front of him, nodding his head slightly and making an effort to walk over to you. he reaches where you are, and you realize he’s in a mixture of anger and concern. “what are you doing here? you’re supposed to be getting rest at home.” he whisper-yells to you.

you appreciate his concern with your wellbeing, but you do wish he’d stop hovering. “i’m perfectly fine. i have lots of work to do, how could i just skip?” you ask him softly. “oh, i don’t know, maybe becuase you fainted yesterday?” he snaps, but you can see he’s hurt and concerned for you. “why am i so in lo-“ he takes a deep breath and rephrased his sentence. “you fainted yesterday, and right now it seems like you’re trying hard to faint again. look, i wouldn’t be able to handle it if you fainted again, especially if i can prevent it.” he finished, looking at you sharply.

“mr. park.” he raises an eyebrow at that. “i am fine, okay?” you tell him, which wasn’t the complete truth. your head did hurt a bit, but it was nothing to stop you into coming to work. he simply eyed you suspiciously. the corners of hips lips turn up into a hopeful smile. “fine. but, you have to stay by my side all day, so i can make sure nothing happens to do.” he says. “deal.” you grin.

it was satisfying to watch the faces of everyone who thirsted after jinyoung mold into that of a frown and he gently pulled you through the building and too his office.

jinyoungs office was neat, and just the way you left it yesterday after you cleaned it. he pulls up a chair for you to sit beside him, and sits down himself. “okay, before i start, do you need anything?” he asks, facing you. “no, i’m fine.” you reassure him with a smile.

he gives a small smile back, and begins working. it’s a while before you talk again, sitting in comfortable silence. as it turns out, he wouldn’t get much work done. “here.” he mutters softly as he throws his jacket around your shoulders. “mr. park — jinyoung.” you correct yourself when he raises an eyebrow. “i’m not cold, promise.” you tell him with a small smile. “i’m doing everything in my power to make sure you don’t feel too tired so you won’t faint again. it’s the least i could do.” he says, placing his pen down on his work.

“i have to go get a few things, would you like to come with?” he suggests, standing up from his desk to help you up. “sure.” apparently, he has a lot more errands to run around the office than you thought because you were getting a little tired as you struggled to keep up with him.

you were in the copy room retrieving blank copy paper, when you tripped over a cord. his eyes widened and he immediately moved to catch you and hold you upright, arms wrapped around your shoulders. “are you okay? does your head hurt? are you tired? do you need me to get ice? are your legs fine?” he asks a lot of questions and he pulls away and his hands stay on your upper arms.

“i’m fine, jinyoung! i just tripped on a wire!” you reassured him, laughing as he breathes out a sigh of relief. “it isn’t funny, i was worried!” he says, but you can tell by the smile playing on his lips that he’s holding back the urge to laugh along with you.

it’s late afternoon when the both of you are still in his office goofing off and laughing with eachother. everyone else had left — even those flirty co-workers who worked late to impress him. he’s pouting a bit when you tell him you’re about to leave, looking at you as you stood up, bag in hand, ready to leave. “wait. how would you like to go on a date with me tonight?” he asks before you can close the door behind yourself.

you turn around and face him. you can practically feel the nerves radiating off of him from across his office. “i’d love to, but i need to go change...” you mumbled, looking down at your clothes. “you look perfect.” he breathes, looking you up and down. you’re bashful under his gaze. “but where are we gonna go? we have no reservations for such a sudden time?” you ask, placing your bag down. “i know a place.” he smiles. “then let’s go.”

the ride to the restaurant was very fun. jinyoung played your favorite songs (that your rambled about when you were sitting next to him) and even laughed along with you when you poorly belted out a chorus, and you were just happy you could put a smile on his face.

he clasped you hand with his once you got out of the car, walking at a steady pace to the restaurant. “hi, jinyoung park?” he asks, introducing himself and leading with his name once the both of you were inside the restaurant. the color drains from the waiters face as he paints on a smile and take the both of you to a secluded booth.

“please, take as long as you need. my name is woosik and i’m you’re waiter for the day!” he says before leaving to assist another couple. “jinyoung this place is really fancy, i hope you didn’t spend too much...?’ you mumble softly, looking alejandro the fancy restaurant. “don’t worry, y/n. i only the best for the best.” he says with a small smile.

he doesn’t expect it when you’re moving from your side of the table to come sit with him, giving him a very cheesy smile in the process. “i wanted to be closer to you.” you tell him when he gives you an eyebrow raise. his cheeks heat up at the compliment and you can tell he struggles to keep his composure. “you’re adorable, jinyoung.” you observe, watching as he tries to hide his face.

the rest of the date goes smoothly as well, and the both of you are cracking jokes the whole time and making eachother laugh, telling stories and simply having fun.

after the date is even better, and jinyoung has loosened up a lot since being at the office, being more comfortable to be himself around you, which he was insanely grateful for. he surprised you everytime he did something, and you found out he was actually a huge dork. an adorable dork, that is. the both of you are sitting in the car, no where in particular to go, simply sitting the the packed lot.

“would you like to come over my house?” you ask, and he raises an eyebrow teasingly. “wait- shit- no-, i meant for like its getting late and- not for anything sexual- i’m gonna shut up now.” you mutter, crossing your arms. “yes, i’d love to come over.” he laughs loudly as he watches you pout playfully.

“okay, here are the directions.” you mutter quietly as he gets the car in gear. the car ride back to your house was fun, possibly even more so than the ride to the restaurant. jinyoung was singing out the lyrics with you, but it turns out he’s actually an amazing singer and leaves you shocked when you heard for the first time as you pulled into your driveway.

“wait, wait, wait, why didn’t you tell me you could sing?” you ask, an incredulous smile in your face. “you never asked.” he replied, standing behind you as you unlocked your door. “my roommate is out of town for a while, so we have it to ourselves.” you tell him, throwing your keys on the counter.

“movie?” you suggest as he looks around. “sure.” he shrugs. “i know you’re really uncomfortable, so i have a few things you can change into, just go into my closet and you should find some comfy clothes to wear.” you tell him. “i’ll change in the bathroom and you can change here.”

he does so with no complaint, looking around your room as he did so, admiring your posters and decor. “your room is cool.” he mumbled wondrously when you come out, eyes still searching about. “hey!” he yelps when you pull him back on the bed and press play on the movie.

it was only the beginning of the movie, but you could tell how he wanted to lay with you more, and you didn’t wanna torture him too much so you decided to suggest it. “wanna cuddle while we watch the movie?” you ask, and he looks relieved for a split second, but doesn’t show it. instead he wordlessly leans into your welcoming arms.

“today was fun. i enjoyed it.” you comment, not really watching the movie since you’d seen it so much. “me too.” he yawns. “sorrry, i’m really tired, i’ve been up since 1AM.” he voices, sighing. “it’s okay, you can go to sleep, here.” you mumble, pushing him down a bit so that his head rested on your chest and your arms were draped around him, and you were leaning your head on his. you could feel his cheeks heat up, but you didn’t comment on it.

“goodnight, jinnie.” you murmur softly, kissing his forehead. “night,” he murmurs back, already close to falling asleep. you bite back a chuckle and cuddle more into him, drifting off to sleep yourself.

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tastingmellow · 4 years

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A scandal with congress Chris Evans. The public thinks he cheating on his wife (poc) but him and his wife is just trying to keep things spicy between them so she cos plays a lot.

Ooooh, I don’t write for the actual people so I’m gonna use Steve, hope that’s alright! But I love this idea!

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Bucky’s nose flared at the article that was sent to his office. “What the fuck...” he grunted out while he stomped his way towards Steve’s office. Steve was currently looking over a bill that would make it easier for law enforcement to be prosecuted for a crime. Bucky knew Steve probably wanted as much peace as possible but this was some shit that needed to be addressed, immediately.

As Bucky neared Steve’s office he saw you coming into view. The quick clacking of your stilettos slowed as you came to a stop, noticing Bucky’s face being a little too bright red. “You alright there, Buck?” You ask, your hand coming to rest on his forehead. Bucky sighed and pulled you into a hug, tightly squeezing you.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you awkwardly patted his back as he released you. You were just as close to Bucky as Steve was. When you and Steve had met through college it had been through Bucky whom you’d met through a frat party when he collapsed on your shoulder on the couch and wouldn’t budge until morning. It wasn’t a stretch to say you were nearly as much as a best friend as Steve. Which is why he was so angry.

“Come with me, Y/N. You really need to hear this.” He spoke as he tugged open the large oak doors to Steve’s office. Just as you suspected, Steve sat in his chair looking over multiple documents while soft jazz played in the background. You followed Bucky inside, still very confused.

“Steve, is there something you want to tell your wife.” Bucky spoke, anger and tension evident in his posture. Your eyes flickered to Steve as he looked up at you. His eyes raked over your attire before meeting your eyes again. “Love the new dress, honey.” You smiled and walked over, kissing his cheek.

“Thank you, baby.” You giggles as he pulled you into his lap. You crossed your legs as Bucky huffed, adjusting his stance before slamming the magazine down in front of you and your husband. Your head tilted to the side as you picked up the article. In big, bold letters it read “Congressman Rogers Spotted with Mystery Woman Outside of Ritz Carlton.”

You blinked at the title, your eyes falling to said mystery woman. You squinted slightly before bursting out into laughter. You showed Steve the article and he laughed loudly. Bucky stared at the two of you, mouth agape.

“Oh, Bucky. Sit.” You said, still giggling at the article.

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“Congressman Rogers! Would you care to comment on the recent photos of you spotted with a woman that’s clearly not your wife?” A reporter called out amongst the chaos of flashing cameras and others calling out his name. Steve glanced up while the crowd fell quiet. You stood off to the side, a smirk on your lips as you tried your hardest not to giggle.

Steve playfully glared at you before looking back to the reporter. “I would like to. Let the record show that I’ve never and will never step out of my marriage and cheat on my wife. I’m happily married to the love of my life, a wonderful woman who loves me as Steve. Not as Congressman Rogers. I will never disrespect her or our bond. She is everything I have ever wished for and more.”

Your eyes softened as you stared at the man in front of you. His hand slowly extended towards you and you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his. He placed a gentle peck on your lips then your forehead before turning back to the crowd.

“If that is true Congressman, what explanation do you have for those photos?” Inquired another reporter.

“Congressman Rogers and I enjoy keeping things fresh in our marriage. We take risks and we try new things.” You spoke confidently as the crowd murmured.

“Mrs. Rogers, are you implying that you and your husband let others into your...bedroom?” A young man spoke out, tentative but blunt.

“No, I’m simply telling you that we try new things. Sometimes those things include giving into your fantasies and being someone else. However, please do not let that distract you from the crisis that is black people dying or being abused by those with a badge. Congressman Rogers and I have been working to bring justice to the most recent victims of police brutality while also shedding light on the police reform that needs to happen. Do not let gossip distract you from the true issue in this country. Racism and the abuse of power.” You smile to yourself as the crowd becomes restless, people throwing out questions and the flashing of cameras becoming more rapid. “I think my wife said it beautifully, this concludes our conference. Enjoy your evenings and thank you for your time.” Steve slowly ushered you down the steps of the podium and back into your home.

“I think that went rather well, don’t you?” You giggles to yourself while Steve pulled you closer to him. “I do, think that gave them enough. Probably gonna be all over Twitter before the day’s out.” Steve spoke and you chuckled as you made your way into your room.

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Sure enough, about 2 hours later “Congressman Rogers” was trending on Twitter. Clips of the press conference, specifically you addressing the pictures, spread like wildfire. You were on gossip websites within the hour, news outlets were covering it.

People were losing their minds over it.

“MinnieMarsh1: Not only did Y/N Rogers tell y’all she a freak, she told y’all to focus. No choice but to Stan. Iconic.”

“therogersstanaccount: Love how Rogers let his wife address the photos. Also, I told y’all they were ‘adventurous’.”

“queendom34: I bet money Y/N is the top. You can’t convince me otherwise.”

“smokingtree: She’s a woke freak and he’s standing with her to fight racism. The only political couple I fw.”

You glanced at the tv In front of you, chuckling at the clip of you speaking on you and your husband’s endeavors. Strong arms wrapped around your chest and you sighed, melting into him. “Well, looks like you started something serious.”

You giggled, biting your lip as Steve grabbed your chin, slowly turning your head before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You sighed gently as his tongue slid over your bottom lip. Your lips parted, allowing him in as you deepened the kiss. Steve slowly pulled away as you bit your lip. “You’re a demon, I swear.”

You laughed at his comment. “Well, in that case...trying leather tonight?” Steve groaned, biting his lip as you stood from the couch, dragging him back to your shared room for a long, loud night.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x black!reader #Bold’s Fics

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cherry-ber · 4 years

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Too drunk to fuck pt.9

Previous | Part one

Whatever that text was supposed to mean, you didn't care. You purposely ignored and avoided Mark the whole week, and after a few ignored messages, he gave up, and seemed to understand what you were probably thinking, every day Jaemin walked you home -because then you'd spend more time together than if he drove, he said- after a day in school with your new friends, and every day promised to be better than the last one. Friday came sooner than expected, and you got up earlier to dress extra special, tonight's dinner with Jaemin and your parents, although excited, made you incredibly anxious. So many things could go wrong.

When the classes were over, Jaemin was waiting for you outside of your classroom, holding your hand and giving you a sweet kiss as soon as he saw you. He carried your bag as you walked to his car, before you were home for dinner, he figured it would be nice to have a real first date, not a risky late night trip or an awkward meeting with your parents. He'd never done that, dating had never been important for him, he was too busy, and too invested with his deals and his friends, no time for girls and feelings at all, but he did a great job at planning, though. He took you to a museum, fair enough, you had to go as an assignment from Art class, but when you asked him to be your museum date, he was absolutely into it, then he took you to an ice cream parlor, a cute one, with the prettiest walls and decorations, and the best ice cream you've ever had. He took you flower picking, and to a park with lots of dogs being walked, and finally back home, just in time for you to be earlier than your parents. He greeted them politely, and your father was happy to see him again. Jaemin looked as handsome as he always did, but putting on his good boy persona, he looked softer and nicer than he usually did. His hair was pushed back, and he was wearing a light, baby blue sweater, that matched your baby blue, princess dress, your mom wasted no time mentioning how cute it was that you wore matching outfits, although it was actually a big casualty you did.

They had many, too many, questions for him. How you two met, how long you'd been friends, what classes you had together, what did the rest of your friends do, what did he want to do for a leaving, what were his plans after school. Jaemin handled every single question and gave an answer to every question that astonished your parents.

Jaemin's phone received a bunch of calls, he never picked up, arguing that if it were truly important, no one would really call him, but when your parents stood up the table for a couple minutes, and he finally had time to check his phone, all the calls were Mark's, but he left no message, and your date assumed it was, probably, not important at all. Usually, at least some months ago, on Fridays they'd be going to the abandoned warehouse, get drunk and have a race, or maybe they'd be shoplifting, attending their clients and playing dumb when they got caught, and although Jaemin, and the rest of his friends, knew it was bad, a tiny particle in his mind is telling him that he should be doing that right know. There's a part of them that has accepted the path they started walking so long ago, and it's a shame that they did, since the could be doing so much better.

After the food, and the awkward, intrusive, questions were out of the table, Jaemin suggested you went to Jeno's place again, and because you had no interest in staying home, you agreed, asked your parents permission to be home, and reluctantly they said yes, although you knew they agreed basically because Jaemin is too convincing, and too likeable.

He drove with the windows down, which made the chilly air play with his hair, giving him this absolutely attractive, messy hairstyle, and then all you wanted to do was to make him stop and kiss him while you ran your fingers through his hair. The annoying ringtone of your phone got your mind back to where you were sitting, and looking at the notification bar, you notice how many texts from Mark you got all day long, last one being received in thus exact moment.

“Friday, 7:15 a.m, Mark ♡:

hey”

“can we meet today?”

“Friday, 8:30 a.m, Mark ♡:

are you free after this period?”

“Friday, 9:48 a.m, Mark♡:

are you okay?”

“Y/N”

“???”

“Friday, 2:45 p.m, Mark♡:

are you at home”

“did I do something wrong?”

“Friday, 4:04 p.m, Mark ♡:

I think you hate me?”

“wait”

“you're with jaemin right?”

“Friday, 6:36 p.m, Mark ♡:

So i saw jaemin driving”

“And i was about to get close”

“and then i see you on the passenger side”

“you couldve replied, yk”

“Friday, 7:19 p.m, Mark ♡:

Ans know im fucking drunkk”

“fuck yOu”

“actually no”

“Friday, 8:58 p.m, Mark ♡:

hu sorry im liken really rly drunk”

“im at jenooossssss'”

“ypu should comeb too”

By the time you finished reading, it was too late, Jaemin had already parked, and when the men inside noticed, all of them, except Mark, came out to greet him, and when they saw you, they couldn't look happier. They urged you inside, but before you could get to the living room with them, Jeno stopped you and Jaemin.

“So, look, Mark is... Kinda sensitive right now” he looks into his direction, Mark sitting on the floor, with his head head resting on Renjun's lap, he's laughing and smiling and rubbing his hands on the carpet “I don't know what he had, he's drunk but, I think he might be high too”

Jaemin makes an effort to keep his annoyance unseen, remembering that every time Mark drinks, it's a mistake, a mistake that he's gonna have to solve.

“Just” Jeno knows, Jeno can read Jaemin like a book, and although he agrees that they shouldn't be the ones caring after his oldest friend, he can't let him alone whenever he needs them “don't mind him, he's saying weird shit, he's harmless”

Jeno sits in the couch next to Renjun, trying to block Mark's view of you, but when you walk in, holding Jaemin's hand, he loses it. His laugh is insanely loud, and it's almost scary, making Jaemin squeeze your hand harder between his, and he grabs someone's drink and takes it in a single sip, you can tell it was strong, because of the face he's making. Suddenly, everyone in the room is uncomfortable, waiting for someone to make the next move.

After minutes of staring at the wall in front of him, Mark stands up, tumbling when he does, and walks closer to you, stopping when you are just a few centimeters away from him. Jaemin reacts immediately, pushing Mark away from you, and putting himself between you two. Mark giggles, he looks innocent, and when you're about to apologize to him, that sweet look disappears.

“Are you really gonna let her get between us?” he asks jaemin, arrogance in his tone, and absolutely spiteful when he looks at you.

“You're drunk, go home” all eyes are on them both, but no one really dares to interfere.

“Is that all you're going to say?” he walks closer to Jaemin, and although he wishes that Mark doesn't do anything else, he's ready for whatever he tries “is that it, huh? I give you a home when you need it, a job, money, my time” he grabs Jaemin by the collar of his shirt “I let you into my life” Renjun rushes to you, dragging you out of the room, meanwhile Jeno and Donghyuck try to get Mark and Jaemin away from each other.

Everything happened too fast, and you can't even complain when Renjun walks you upstairs to Jeno's room and locks the door. You can hear the screaming from downstairs and there's nothing you can do to help. Your mom couldn't have possibly chosen a worst time to call, lying, you tell her that as soon as the movie you're watching is over, Jaemin will drive you back home.

Jisung and Chenle are leaving, after Renjun insisted that they shouldn't be there, although they are worried, they know there's not much they can do, and promise to be ready if something else happens, they say you goodbye from the porch, and offer to walk you home, but you know you can't leave just yet.

Jeno was successful in calming Jaemin down, but Mark wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted, Donghyuck and Renjun getting tired of dealing with him, but doing it anyway because the idea of what could come next was too scary. Jaemin unlocks the door, and brings you back down, with Jeno and himself protecting you from whatever Mark could try, going outside and into his car. Jeno apologizes to the both of you, and runs back inside.

Jaemin doesn't speak in the whole way back home, when he stops, he opens the door for you, walks you to the door, and says sorry when you open the door. You can only shake your head and give him a kind smile, hoping that he understands what you are trying to say. He drives away, but instead of going home, as you wished he did, he takes the way back to the mess, you watch him drive off, and you can only hope that things don't end up too bad.

“Saturday, 1:26 a.m, unknown number:

Don't panic, but Mark's in the hospital”

next♡

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A.N: well that escalated quickly 😳

HeyyYYYyYy I'm finally bringing this back, after, well, i got notes from the whole series again. I hope you're having a good time guys, be healthy, be safe.

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theodorecanaryhood · 4 years

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My favourite teacher

Jason Todd/single dad Jason x female teacher/reader

Jason is single Dad of a little boy named JJ (Jason Jr) and meets his sons teacher for the first time.

You'd been a teacher at Gotham School for about 3 years now, you have been in love with every little soul that comes in your classroom, but you have a soft spot for a little boy named JJ Todd.

You knew his Dad was a single parent, you knew his Grandfather was Bruce Wayne...yeah, that Bruce Wayne. But you'd never met JJ's Father.

It was one Friday afternoon that you had heard of a new addition starting on Monday, you were sitting in your classroom with the 5 year olds when Mrs Ramsey came in.

'Oh, one of the dads is here to pick up their kid. He's in a leather jacket' she said admiring the view.

'You're married' you replied laughing, Mrs Ramsey shot you a look,

'Can still look' she glared, she picked up her book from the desk, the one she gave you last week to read, 'anyway, thank you for giving me this back. I'll see you on Monday'. You waved at her as she left the classroom.

You headed to the backdoor of the classroom that lead into the parent pick up area and opened it to find a man. He was tall, at least 6 foot, black hair with a white streak in the middle, sharp jawline, a strong physique and deep blue eyes.

'Hi sir, can I help?' You asked politely, smiling at him. He looked at you and smiled back.

'Here to pick up my son, JJ' the man replied,

'Daddy' JJ called out as he ran over to his dad, who picked him up and swung him round. Planting kisses on his face.

'You're JJ's Dad?' You asked curious. Mostly in shock that this God of a man was single.

'I am, Jason Todd' he replied, holding out his hand for you to shake. You shook his hand.

'Y/n y/l/n' you replied, JJ smiled at you as he reached out for you.

'Think he wants a hug' Jason stated, you obliged and gave JJ a hug. 'JJ does not stop talking about you. Always telling me about miss y/l/n his favourite teacher' Jason admits shyly, JJ hides his face in Jason's chest, going red.

'Oh really? Well you know JJ, you're my favourite student. Just don't tell the other kids, they'll get jealous' you reply smiling.

'Well little man, let's get you home and fed, was lovely to finally meet you' Jason said as he walked over to the gate.

'You too Mr Todd' you replied, Jason turned to look at you,

'Call me Jason' he called out as he turned around and left.

...

It had been a month since you met Jason, you were curious as to who JJ's mother is, but you never asked.

There was a knock at the backdoor as the kids were colouring, you put your coffee down on the desk and walked over to the door.

'Hey, go on in' you heard as Claire, a little girl who never really spoke nor mixed in with other kids, walked right passed you to her seat.

'Excuse me' you said, the Mother of Claire looked at you.

'What?' She snapped, looking right through you.

'It's 10.30, my classroom starts at 8.30. Why is she late?' You asked, sternly.

'I was sick this morning, couldn't get her to come in on time' the Mother replied, you'd had run ins with her before. She was a nasty piece of work.

'Right, did you phone the office to say she was coming late?' You asked, the woman just rolled her eyes.

'My electricity got cut off last night. I don't have power on my phone to call' she replied, shortly.

'I apologise, I didn't know. You do need to try and get her here in time though please. Even if you get someone to bring her for you' you informed politely.

'Well...' the woman mumbled, you looked at her as if studying her. Narrowing your eyes a little.

'Look at me' you said, Claire's Mother looked you in eye confused. 'Oh my God, you're high' you whispered. The woman just put her head down.

'I just, had to make myself feel better' she replied, you pulled out your phone.

'I would like you to leave the premises, I'm going to speak to social services' you said, beginning to shut the door.

'You can't do that, you have no right' she screamed,

'I can if I feel your child's at risk' you snapped back, giving a quick glance in case she has anything sharp on her.

'You bitch' she yelled as she stepped forward, as she lifted her arm up, a hand grabbed her wrist to stop her.

'The Lady asked to leave the premises, do so or be thrown off it. Your choice' Jason said as he looked her dead in the eye.

'Fuck' She breathed out as she walked off, you looked at the students in your classroom, they didn't really hear or see anything.

'You OK?' Jason asked as he gently whacked your shoulder, you nodded.

'Yeah, thanks. She can get nasty sometimes' you replied, 'what are you doing here?' You asked, Jason sighed and pulled out a little bag.

'Little man forgot this, found it on the backseat of my car' Jason said, 'his lunch'.

'I see, well I'll give it to him. Thank you'

'No need to thank me, I should be thanking you. Little man gets cranky when he's hungry' Jason said, chuckling.

You smiled as you took the bag off of Jason, holding it to your side.

'Was wondering, what are you doing after work?' Jason asked you, you smiled a little.

'Takeout and netflix, why?' You asked, Jason laughed a little.

'Wanna do that somewhere else? Like maybe my place?' Jason asked once more, winking at the end.

'Very forward of you' you chuckled, 'I would be dumb to say no' you smiled.

'Wait for real?' Jason asked almost skeptic, you just laughed and kissed his cheek.

'For really real' you said, winking at him this time.

...

It was later that night, you showed up at Jason's. You were very aware that JJ would be up still, this would be a funny story for when he's older. His teacher showing up to his house, for a date with his dad. Little patters to the door threw you off the thought.

'Miss y/l/n?' JJ's little voice spoke, both in confusion and delight to see you at his front door.

'Hey tough guy' you smiled, calling him the nickname you gave him, 'daddy in?' You asked. JJ nodded and ran from the door. Of course, not before pulling you in first.

'Daddy, my teachers here' you heard JJ shout in delight in the kitchen, you just stood laughing.

'Hey' Jason said happily as he came over and hugged you, 'take off your jacket, make yourself comfortable' Jason said as he took your bag.

You walked into the kitchen with him, JJ sitting on the floor playing with his toy cars happily.

'Little man, you have 10 more minutes before bathtime' Jason said, JJ just hummed in response.

'You want a drink y/n?' Jason asked you,

'Whatever you're having' you responded, you noticed JJ looking at you weird.

'Whose y/n?' He asked you serious, you chuckled.

'I am, that's my first name' you smiled, JJ just shrugged and carried on.

...

After JJ's bath and bedtime story, it was date time. You got to know Jason a little more, he got to know you too.

'I had no idea your family was so extended' you said to Jason, Jason just nodded. 'Wish I had a rich dad' you confessed.

'He wasn't really around all the time. Until it came to, certain aspects' Jason replied,

'He wasn't a bad dad though, otherwise you wouldn't be such a kind person. Or a great Dad' you admired.

'That's very sweet of you to say' Jason said shyly, you took a sip of your coffee and noticed the time.

'Holy shit, it's late' you gasped, Jason looked at the clock. Not wanting the night to end.

'I guess' he sounded sad, you stood up and walked over to him.

'Stand up' you demanded, Jason just looked at you, he obeyed and stood up. You locked eyes with him, realising just how tall he is. Leaning in and kissing him deeply. Jason grabbed you and kissed you back.

'I've been waiting for that' Jason whispered as you both broke away.

'Was as perfect as I imagined' you replied softly, you both kissed once again as you held onto his arms.

'My God, so hard to say goodnight' Jason said, you looked at him.

'Don't want to leave' you whispered, Jason smiled.

'You don't have to'

'Really?' You asked, Jason picked you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. He walked you to his bedroom as you kissed.

...

The next morning JJ did his usual and ran into the bedroom to wake his dad. They would eat cereal and watch cartoons together every morning.

'Daddy, daddy. It's morning, come on, wake up Daddy' JJ's voice sang through the room.

'I'm awake little man, don't wake up y/n' he whispered, JJ looked over and saw you sleeping next to his Dad and shook with excitement.

'She stayed' he gasped, Jason just laughed as he picked up JJ and carried him to the living room.

...

You walked into the living room to find Jason and JJ sitting eating lucky charms and watching Spongebob.

'Morning Doll' Jason beamed, JJ smiled brightly at you.

'Hi' you smiled back.

It wasn't an end to a night, it was a beginning to something amazing and special. You'd never loved your job more than right now.

#red hood #gotham #jason todd #batman arkham series #batfamily #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #single #daddy #dadlife #teacher

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—As the sun starts setting and the stars light the sky, walls fall and emotions are harder to hide.

Genre: College AU | Fluff | Angst | Smut — Warning: drinking

Word Count: 11,287

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Chapter 3: Soft Moonlight

You can’t remember the last time you had felt so uneasy yet uncomfortably serene at the same time, contradiction so strong you didn’t know whether to act out of instinct or calculated moves. It’s pretty normal to forget how to commonly talk to strangers but… was it normal for you to forget how your own brain worked. What is your personality like? What defines you in terms of morality? All of those silly yet important things raced through your mind the moment Jimin waved at you, signaling a possible interaction once you go down there.

It’s hard to put your body back into function after dealing with symptoms of addiction. You were no longer the crazy and lively party animal you ought to be under the effects of popular drinks given by random guys. The first days felt raw, empty, without a drop of your old self. You forgot what it felt like to be so open to your heart, your thoughts, the sea of hidden ideas that defined you, that made you the unique girl you used to be before. You still struggle, you’re still embarrassed of having to think before you speak, to be yourself rather than what you wished you’d be. You had to be in element for you to blend into the environment, to relax and let yourself go. New environments meant new adaptations, and that was scarier than any man, ever.

As Jimin’s innocent glint waved towards your figure, it was time to take steps down. Were you scared? Absolutely.

Your short self looked goofy getting swooned by the sassy little dog, trying your best to evade eye contact with anybody until you were closer. The sand felt soft, rich in texture and easy to walk along, even to sit on. Just then, a minute later, you’re right in front of Namjoon and the other two. The three of them looked straight out of a magazine cover, pale pastel tank tops (Namjoon’s was wet so pretty transparent also), colorful tropical flowers in their bathing suits and bare feet to accompany it. There’s one you don’t recognize, so he’s the first you look at directly with the still heavy sleepy eyelids. Blurry Taehyung and Jungkook are still lost in the beach background.

“I was just talking to these other guys staying at the building right next to us, they booked this place for a week too,” your known friend quickly began, pointing towards the complex next to where you came from. Since Joon is the big talker, words weren’t needed from you yet. “This is Jimin and Hoseok, they’re college students like us. This is Y/N,” he recited with a dimple smile, letting you finally hear this man’s name. Jimin. It suits him, sounds ideal for someone like him: short and cute.

His reaction to your following grin mimicked yours, a side smile as if you were meeting for the first time. He only whispered a small ‘Hey’ and you instantly swayed your sunlit orbs to the other individual. Hoseok seemed already like such a character, immediately extending his hand to you with a polite wink. You don’t even know how to act, so you simply shake it and chuckle along with him with a wider smirk. Smile so bright that the sun would be jealous, he already appeared to be so nice.

Yeontan barked and growled at the two individuals, yanking at his leash. “Oh, and this is Yeontan, belongs to the one on the paddleboard,” he added before you could even talk about him. Hoseok seemed to gush quickly over the cute little rascal, but after failed attempts at trying to get Tannie to be loved by the new friend, you all laughed and resumed to chatter about whatever they were previously discussing.

All the while you tried not to stare so bluntly, and each time you looked down to where Tannie was, he would look over at you just as discreetly. But it was awkward, everyone was talking and you were just… there.

Joon had resorted to talk about his degree and many Psychology classes to which you knew nothing about, leaving you with only Yeontan to observe as a distraction because the others were all ears. Your silence soon grew to make you uneasy, that’s when your feet took steps away from them, him. Forgetting normal interactions was common for you, the part where one has to try to initiate conversation didn’t always occur naturally. So, since you didn’t have anything exciting to bring, it only left you the choice of walking away from the crowdy and joyful voices.

You silently cursed at yourself walking across to where Jungkook had been recording, not really talking to him but rather enjoying how the wind blew in that certain angle through your locks of hair. Yeontan was busy battling with the waves, running after them when they retreated but escaping once they were ready to splash against the shore.

Minutes passed as you blinked only a few times by the view of the sun touching the sea, alone in such a wonderful area with nothing to study for but your inner torments. There was only yourself, ideas, thoughts, resolutions. Sandals now gone, your feet let the soaked sand trap them to get between your toes. It called you out, to start thinking about the things you really want in life to search for new beginnings, but how come the only small thing that’s bothering you right now i—

“—Hi,” you heard right next to your shoulder, making you immediately turn your head over with a slight jump. Jimin’s voice was low, concerned by your reaction. Hands behind his back as if he was hesitant to get any closer, he had been standing there for a while now, just casually staring at your concentrated features with a soft smile.

“Shit. Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” you muttered with a small chuckle, combing loose strands behind your ear so he could see your face better since the wind tried to push your hair onto your nose.

His eyes turned your own quite softer with his serenity, “Heh, it’s okay. You looked pretty focused so I didn’t want to bother. It’s Y/N, right?” Jimin asked, glinting his eyes to make sure he had pronounced it right, and you nod warmly. With how you left the conversation in such a short notice, his eyes had continued to follow you over to the trail of the shore. So you were a little awkward, but he didn’t mind. In the same way that you casually looked over at him, he also glanced occasionally.

It was instant, nothing planned or calculated, things that just happen because it’s there. Something tingled, spiked excitement inside, wanting to burst while you wanted to compress them. He wanted that opportunity, a chance to get to know you, something you wouldn’t have thought of him doing at all. “Nice to formally meet you now that”—he pointed down to the happy pup—“he’s not escaping anywhere.”

“Yeah.” His bold and wide expressions are everything, so it’s easy to laugh along with him and ease into it slowly but surely. It’s more comfortable than before, the air around you two. You shake your head after chuckling and looking down embarrassed at the silly animal, the reason you two met in the first place. “Had to leash him, he’s a bit of a pain in the butt.”

Jimin continued to laugh at the way the dog played with the waves hitting the shore, so in a swift move he crouched down while it was distracted. In that pose, the breeze hit his hair so naturally that you even saw some of his forehead showing in a nice manner. God, you need to stop noticing every single detail.

“Such a cute pain in the butt~” he mumbled with a duck face and a cooey tone over to it, attempting for the second time to bond with the adorable pet. Even Yeontan fell prisoner to his charm after he started petting the long fluffy fur at his nape. The dog turned happy with his wagging tail at the touch, causing Jimin to stare up at you with casual and confident amusement.

“So he likes you now…”

“They always open up after the first time,” he answered and wiped his hands after pushing himself up to meet you at face level once again, hiding them back in his pockets as he continued talking in that whispered tone, yet it was so vivid sounding.

For a moment, you two shared the same eye contact. Don’t know if for the same reasons, but it caused you both to look away quickly to the splashing waves. The sun touched the water with a dark and orange highlight, closer to setting by the passing of the minutes under the clouds. “Your friend Namjoon is really nice, by the way,” he added while scratching his head.

“Yes, he’s very fun. How did you guys meet though?”

“We were going to rent out the paddleboard too so, we met at the office and decided to split the bill between the four of us in the end,” he explained and then scratched the back of his head, “I was thinking of using it today, but I think Taehyung will take a while…”

Just as he said that, you glanced over to where Tae was still paddling on the east side of the beach. His arms were immersed in his task with determination, ankle strapped on and sunglasses right over his head. Jungkook was still walking further and further away with his calves under the water, not really taking any more pictures and simply strolling himself across the clear ocean. You thank Tae that he’s still busy with the board, it meant you could still talk to Jimin for a while more. “Yeah”—you choked on the small chuckle—“he doesn’t look like he’s coming back before the sun sets,” you shrugged lazily.

Jimin saw it in slow motion, the little blush on your cheeks appearing just when the sun hits your face, rosy enough to think that it might be sunburn. “You know”—by his words you stared at him questionably—“Hoseok and I aren’t doing anything tonight, so you can tell your friends to—“

“Hey guys!” you both turned your head over to the side where a loud Namjoon called over. Perfect timing. “Hoseok’s calling you, dude,” he stated with his thumb pointing backwards to where their apartment is located. You won’t lie when you think that maybe Joon noticed how Jimin had separated himself from the guys to go over and talk to you, but if it’s a way to be overprotective then you’ll hit him later.

So much for a longer conversation… Jimin’s eyes popped up and started walking again, but not before spilling a ‘Thanks’ over to your best friend and the other intervened as if he had forgotten to say something, “Oh! Um Jimin, Hoseok told me we should get together later so… around eight we’ll be over there, okay?

”With clueless eyes, Jimin angled his head over to both of you and very innocently answered, “Yeah, seems cool, see you guys later then.” At the very last words he looked at you with a soft expression, making you press your lips together and nod in goodbye. Without so much of a word exchanged between you and Namjoon, you drag Yeontan back to the house as Jimin headed in the opposite direction. Namjoon stared at both of you intently, clueless for the first time in forever. You on the other hand could only think, were you really going to their place later?

The sky had begun to set completely, the source of light fading slowly. And yet still, the stranger whose name was now known as Jimin, lured inside your mind.

“I saw that,” Hoseok points out when Jimin entered through the front door, attacking him out of nowhere but with the intention of simply messing around with his roommate.

Hence his friend’s tone, Jimin resumed to chuckle and head straight for the refrigerator to pull out his half empty water bottle from the top shelf. After a big sip of the cold beverage with a small drop escaping past his jaw, he swallowed loudly and kept staring at the glowing light of the fridge. “Saw what, Hobi?” The man rolled his eyes, yet his cheeks flushed immediately.

“Ahahahaaaa… No wonder you were so fond about the tiny dog…”

Jimin was being very careful in his moves, which included what he would tell his college buddy about you. No business of his was meant to be shared as if you were some sort of trophy, he’s just getting to know you more. And who knows, some people lose interest after a while of meeting someone, even he himself saw that as a possibility considering you were so… quiet. Even if it will be sort of obvious from the particular attention he will give you, Jimin doesn’t plan to expose himself like that. He’s rather reserved in his personal business, but he had you on the radar since this morning, that’s all he knows.

Even Hoseok knew it was useless to continue to ramble on after that sarcastic remark, it meant his bestie didn’t want to speak about it and left the conversation hanging there. He resorted to grab a towel and head for the shared bathroom, whistling a catchy tune as he disappeared from Jimin’s views. Just before the bathroom door closed, his twinkly eyes smiled as his cheeks rose up with a sort of wicked grin; he didn't need Jimin to explain himself. He knows damn well that he had invited Namjoon and his friends over for that very reason: to get a story.

“Hey, hey! Woah woah! What’re you doing?!” Hoseok exclaimed, his hand coming to life in the middle of the circle created by the other five players. It pointed over to the bundle of cards stacked together as laughter started arising but he was still in competitive confusion over the move Taehyung just made with a happy shout. “Why are you throwing a blue +2 card on the stack?! You need to draw the four cards you cheater!”

“Huh? You called it blue which means I can throw this to pass it on to Jungkook and then he draws six!” Tae bit back with wide eyes, taking the card and placing it back with a confident swift. Sassy as ever. His boxy smile couldn’t hold in how ridiculous the older man sounded to his ears.

“But that’s not even an official rule!”

“Of course it is! We’ve always played like this, right?” Now your best friend turned over to you, who simply put your hands up in surrender, shaking your head as the others laughed at the tipsy men causing a scene. If you’re honest, these Uno people have changed the rules so many times you guys often played with many rules applied, now it has become a mess. Namjoon could only facepalm himself in embarrassment over these two grown men fighting over a silly game, but in the little time he’s known Hoseok he can confirm he shares the same unique brain cell with the younger males by his quirky and fun nature.

Your mind wandered back to the spirited Taehyung and Jungkook’s never ending laughter over the whole scenario, making fun of the older guy for his weird refutes. “Do you live under a rock?! Are you like—foreigners or something?!” Even Jimin had to bang his fist on the floor to keep himself from bursting out in laughter, his other hand grabbing ahold of his roommate’s shoulder to stay in balance and not fall backwards. He sort of looked like had his spare of drinks also.

And he goes wild when he laughs. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol acting up in his system, but Jimin oozes charisma. He often covered his face with anything he saw when embarrassed, either behind Hoseok’s shoulder like a child when Namjoon had to draw several cards, or he simply stumbled back to hide behind his own hands when Jungkook forgot to shout ‘uno!’. Jimin’s million apologies followed an innocent pout when given more cards in hand, not allowing you to get a glimpse of his radiant white smile. Even so, you still got to enjoy his adorable gestures and almost some sort of shy nature, if he was ever shy at all.

It was so weird, you never figured him to look that soft and casual, wearing simply an ordinary t-shirt and shorts knowing he had so much body to expose. The entire room grows contagious over his charming crescent moons when he’s chuckling or simply smiling, you found yourself grinning involuntarily whenever you crossed eye contact with him in front of you. You had to stay low so your buddies didn’t notice the slight glances you two exchanged by accident every now and then. He wasn't even focused on winning, and neither were you, attention was already committed to something (or someone) else.

It was inevitable not to stare at him throughout the night. Ever since you arrived and saw him working his way on the small cooler, putting down drinks and concentrating on serving everyone was enough to keep you distracted from the rest. Now sitting down, with all the other boys playing a ‘friendly’ game of Uno, you had him on the other side of the circle cause Namjoon and Kookie had filled in the spot on either side of you before the game could even start. You thank them silently, you don’t know if you could take having him that close.

‘Oh, are you cold?’ he would mouth to you every now and then, but you declined even if you felt like freezing to death. You knew he would be capable of offering you something of his. You don’t want to know how he smells either, fearing its scent would intensify the rude appearance of butterflies raging inside you.

—What butterflies?—you’d ask. Well, if getting nervous when a very cute man paid that much attention to you was a valid reason, then there it was. You still can’t pinpoint what is it about him that attracted you since you saw him chasing Yeontan this morning, but now you had him closer than before and your head was tickling.

And you’re stupid if you’re thinking he doesn’t notice. Surely he has been ignoring you during the game and talking more with the guys rather than you, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t visual interaction. Starting from the small nibs your teeth planted on your lip as you thought about which card was more strategic to throw, right down to your furrowed brows and timid smile when you tried to guess what color the others were missing, even the way you frowned when Namjoon made you draw two cards from the pack. All of it drove you to him somehow.

Because Namjoon had begun to eye him quite more this evening, he took small advantages to his favor without being caught by your suspicious roommate. Hoseok is not to be excused either, he often threw surprise jokes at you which indirectly referred to Jimin himself, which only earned him more than enough glares from the smaller student.

“Well I will google it to see if it’s true!” Hoseok added with disbelief, making everyone else in the circle roll their eyes at the surprise delay they have created. You just wanted to stop playing already, getting more hyped about the discussion than the actual card game.

“Oh, guys just forget the official ruuuules~” Taehyung whined, shooting his slurred words to the man beside him whose smirk seemed painted and permanent in mischief, talking informally to the older male. It had even provoked the forgotten Yeontan to bark at them from its cage near the entrance while you all were around the living room area, speaking defensively for his owner. “Jungkook’s only got one card!” Soon Kookie held up his second ‘uno’ hand while the rest of you still had about four to five cards each, laughing menacingly. The rest of the sane people in the small circle looked at each other, barely containing their laughter and speaking in signs as to how the fuck should they react to this.

“Aish, why don’t we just call it quits and let Jungkook win already? We’ve been playing the same round for about half an hour, let’s take a break.” Namjoon now had the upper hand and started speaking aloud over to the two guys still conversing and Hoseok’s typing angrily on his phone.

You nodded your head almost instantly, thanking his bright mind for deciding to let this drunk Uno game slide. In that instant, you held your giggles when you saw Jimin pout at you secretly, showing you he had around three +4 cards in his delicate hand, he also stifled his own unique laughter.

“Fine by me. Ha!” He added while throwing away his last card that wasn’t even in the color scheme the board had possessed, but it’s a lost cause now. You giggled at Hoseok’s surprised face and unique expressions, he seemed to fit way too much into your crew’s charismatic and funny aura just the same. Meanwhile everyone had gotten up to walk over to where the beers and alcoholic beverages sat, you snuck yourself over to the fridge by the kitchen aisle in search of some water. You haven’t indulged in anything in the last months so it felt sort of weird to be surrounded by all these college guys drinking, Kookie had given you a surprised face when cups were passed around, snapping your cup into his hand discreetly. Hoseok and Jimin failed to notice you weren’t drinking anything.

Even if you had wanted to try some of those exotic mixtures Hoseok served, you know better than to start at it again. You’re a bit suffocated by the smell of scotch filling the room, the fruity drinks had added their own aroma to finish off whatever these guys were sipping, but it didn’t settle well in your nostril. You thank Hoseok for not offering you anything else, you didn’t want to go near it. It hurt your clouded mind, almost burned your throat as if you were to gag.

There’s some hip hop tracks slowly playing in a distant background while you watch Hoseok show Taehyung some CD’s he took out from his room, how everyone bonds and you’re simply the couch potato standing so far away from the rest. If you knew that they’d be serving that many rounds of drinks between themselves, you would’ve stayed home to prevent being so left out. It’s purely coincidental that you find Jimin’s warm irises getting closer to you soon after, walking discreetly to grab some liquor from the cabinet next to you and the round of munchies on the table.

You pushed your bare legs back and slid your arms from the island before he crouched down to grab his secret crock hidden in the back of the second drawer. You followed his maneuvers to open the cap off the crystal clear bottle and then suddenly both of you jump when you heard a loud pop! and the cap was finally opened before your eyes.

With the kitchen light turned on, you notice his skin had red marks hinting a tan to come along and maybe he washed his hair too, it was curlier and disheveled cutely as it dried naturally. As if he could feel your baby jewels on him, he turned over with a handsome, yet apologetic, glint in his gaze. “You certainly look like you don’t want to be here,” he chuckled lightly.

His words were soft, but you immediately caught on his clingy question filled with some sort of wickedness. You did look quite bored out of your mind, but if you were going to say you came just for him you’d probably scare the guy. You’ll be honest still, even if he may be a little drunk to catch any sort of initiative from you, the proximity is somewhat nice, it didn’t feel pushy or persistent in any way with how relaxed he sounded talking to you.

“This isn’t exactly my… environment, i-if you know what I mean,” you said while rolling your eyes around the room.

The little comment made his eyebrows shoot up suspiciously, as if you were sort of inventing an excuse or giving him the cold shoulder. And you don’t wanna come out as bitter or completely stubborn, so you had to explain further to at least have a conversation that lasted more than simply three lines. “I don’t drink,” you elaborated, pointing over to the pricy material in his hands and then showing him the sparkly water bottle with a sarcastic smile, then he nodded in realization.

Just before he could open his mouth again, loud manly screams came across just a few feet away from you both. There lied the two taller males shouting out some incoherent slangs while one of them held up a crystal bottle, similar to Jimin’s, opened in the air. Namjoon had taken out his phone and proceeded to record with his camera as Hoseok went on to tip over the fiery drink down Jungkook’s throat who kneeled over to capture for several seconds what will be one of the worst decisions he has ever made in his life.

“Jung-kook! Jung-kook! Jung-kook! Woooooo!” After standing up and swallowing the pit down his throat, he shook his head many times in pain from the raging burn he must be feeling but the young soul felt very accomplished giving out high-fives to the evil helpers. Taehyung kept an eye on you from afar, knowing exactly how you would feel about the recent view.

You won’t lie, you had felt as if that yellowish thing had gone down your own tongue while invoking very unpleasant memories of you being in that same position. Flashbacks were always there, toxic and persistent.

You saw flashes of red, blue and green in a corner of your memory. The thumping music reminding you of a club. You remember the burning in your eyes, the cold beads of sweat sliding down your back. Whatever form of pleasure you got from it before, you didn’t miss any of it, much less now of all times.

Jimin’s grin turned into an instant frown the moment his eyes witnessed the change in your appearance. You fidgeted slowly, unnoticed as your tongue darted to coat your dry lips. It didn't read as an act of seduction, not in the least, it looked anxious. He looks over to the crowd, curious yet clueless on what was so triggering about it. Then, it clicked.

“Hey, you don’t look too comfortable, Y/N.” After a moment, the man wished he didn’t reek of alcohol, and approached you carefully. “Want to go outside? Get some fresh air?” you heard beside you, dismissing whatever you had been experiencing and replacing it with the sound of Jimin’s serene voice that almost cooed you over in invitation. It was softly spoken, wasn’t an order or a question, but a sweet suggestion that caught you off guard because he was still next to you. “We can sit on the balcony and talk for a bit, if you want.”

You were still looking at nothing as he spoke, for you only thought of this exact moment as an escape of it all. Your throat no longer felt tight, and your eyes dissolved the unwanted tears. Yet, your uneasiness wasn’t hard to hide. That’s when you looked over at him, throwing your dignity out the window, and practically begged him with your glossy eyes. “Okay.” In a matter of seconds, you felt a breeze hitting your face, Jimin had already guided you outside.

The classy bottle was left behind with them, and so was your water.

“Aren't you going to get cold with those clothes on?” you asked out of nowhere when he pulled two wooden chairs together next to one another but with a firm distance, angled towards the starry night. His slight tipsiness maybe helped him forget he felt cold anyway, but even the baby hairs at his nape stood up cause of it. You sat on one of the chairs and raised your feet upwards to rest your head cutely on top of your soft bare knees. Jimin turned on a lamp behind you, clearing up a source of vision to evade any comments or suspicious thinking from the others inside.

You don't want them to get any crazy ideas, but you both faced such a romantic scenery, it felt awkward. The smell of the sand and the salty air brought more calamity to your brain, now it had been filled with bitter anxiety from being alone with Jimin. A stranger you had met today out of casuality, who seemed to notice a spark of interest from either side, was right next to you maybe worried about your closed off attitude towards him but being very gentle nonetheless. It’s impossible not to feel nervous.

He flopped down on the chair and shook his head quickly. “Nah, it’s okay. Don't worry,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head letting you read his face completely by the yellow light upon his delicate round cheeks. The dork took a big inhale of the same fragrance you thought about earlier and relaxed back onto the seat, one thought circling his mind still as you heard him sigh. “Sorry about Hobi back there, I didn’t know they’d go that wild.” He somehow felt responsible for letting Hoseok get carried away with the drinks and immature actions, it was what was previously planned for all of you to enjoy. You obviously came here to see him, and thinking he disappointed you like that made his own insides churn strangely. “He isn’t going to kill your friend by overdose, if that’s what you're thinking.”

You snorted at his comment, as if Jungkook hasn't gotten drunk ever in his life. The bunny grin he usually pulls doesn’t fool you. You wonder if you hadn't gone out to see them this evening, would Jimin be part of the whole mess too? Maybe, yet it's not supposed to bother you in any way because he’s here now with you still. You could hear the mess and fit of laughter coming from inside, and what oddly began sounding like a freestyle battle between them. Oh boy. “I apologize for Namjoon too, it seemed like they got along just fine in one day.” You facepalmed when Joon began his own idiotic rapping session, too much cringe-worthy content.

“Yeah, Hobi’s really hyperactive even if he’s older than me. Namjoon’s a bit less so it’s a healthy balance,” he emphasized, and it brought you to imagine his friendship with Hoseok as a really special one. For both of them to pack their bags and come here for a trip in the middle of the semester, it meant they were really close like you and the other three musketeers. How cute. You played with your baby toes on top of your sandals as he spoke, so you didn’t catch how he tilted his head when you didn’t say anything else after that.

“Feeling better now?” he pressed, and you immediately raised your head upwards to his direction when you heard the question. It felt like an invite to speak freely now that you two were alone. You’re still being distant in the conversation, you needed to force yourself to keep looking at him directly just as he is right now.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Thanks,” you uttered quickly in reply, feeling a bit guilty for acting so cold considering he is taking time out of his friends to be here with you. No matter how confident he pulls himself up to be, Jimin knows his crescent moon eyes can tell exactly what he’s thinking if you’d only look.

With your oversized lilac sweater wrapped around your knees and your dark locks of hair falling aimlessly on either side of your cheeks, he obviously had to look away so you didn’t see he was checking out your exposed legs. They gleaned beautifully in the light, its cozy fragrance hit his nose since he sat next to you, shy and blushing in the moonlight.

But before you could think about anything else to say, he interrupted his own thoughts, staring off into the horizon and the palm tree leaves getting dragged by the wind. “I’m curious though, as to why you don’t drink. You seemed pretty disgusted back there,” Jimin added cautiously and you saw how his features were not showing any signs of laughter or joking matter. It was blank, not really giving you much to think about his motive for asking such a thing. You indeed looked paler than before when everything came back down to you back there, but what could you actually tell a stranger about that?

Nothing.

You pressed your lips together before letting out a bitter chuckle, guiding one of your hands to brush the situation away. “It’s a nothing deep, really. Just forget about it,” you explained.

Jimin didn’t like the answer, maybe he didn’t have the right to ask further and felt a little embarrassed he was shut off quickly. “Ah, okay, okay,” he replied before parting ways with your vision again, this time forcing himself not to laugh about something that invaded his mind when his cheeks turned a softer shade of pink. You saw it however, feeling much better that he seemed to be smiling more this evening. Compared to you, he tries to always keep a sharp grin. “That’s too bad,” he whispered to himself, “You kind of seem to need one or two.”

Silence. Did he say that out loud? You don’t know how to reply, so you had to bite back defensively with a slightly raised voice, “Why?”

Jimin’s eyes widened slightly at your tone, his full heart-shaped lips jutting out timidly before stating the obvious with the same volume you had refuted with, “So you could relax a little more and stop being so uptight, silly.” He surely laughed just after confessing so innocently, a joke he effectively got away with. He proceeded to bite his lips into his mouth to stop cackling, barely visible orbs turning glossy.

You could feel the burn rise from your neck and settle on your ears before arriving on your cheeks, thankfully your hair would hide the noticeable redness that would appear in said sense. Your mouth gaped a bit open for the shortest moment, the lightheaded feeling now being replaced with a tense reaction in your jaw. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I-I’m sorry for being so stubborn then,” you chimed in and ran your hand through your head, swinging back the strands that invade your face and show more of your perky cheeks unable to hide the shame.

But Jimin’s a little clown joking with you so crudely, clapping his hands together with laughter and resuming to throw his expression away just like you memorized he usually does whenever he laughs, covering his mouth again. You’d normally throw your sandals at him for messing with you, but hearing his high pitched voice ring in your ears probed you to stay quiet until he relaxed back into his seat, composing himself. “I’m kidding, Y/N. Don’t take it too personally.” His hands made a surprise gesture, as if he wanted to grab yours to give you reassurance but the distance between you both didn’t allow it to come naturally. “Heyyy, I don’t think you’re stubborn or uptight.”

You were staring at each other again, focused on what the light could illuminate in the night which were bits of your face. “Lying isn’t cute.” Inside the noise had died down a bit, simple light chattering followed by smooth jazz beats that made him softly move his head to the rhythm cutely. Now you have more body language to remember, you’re a fan of jazz yourself. “So...what brings you here?”

“Well… Hobi actually begged me to come here with him. He always visits his hometown every year, so when we became roommates we bonded even more and now,”—he sang the last part like a commercial—“I’m here~”

“Oh, then that means you aren’t from around here then?” you asked, raising your brows with much needed curiosity and surprised how you let out words so quickly with intrigue.“Nope, I’m from Busan, actually. But were both studying overseas,” he informed with no problem, and suddenly, your heart felt like sinking. The music no longer reached your ears.

Overseas.

In other words, very far away. Something felt like getting trapped in your throat, unable to let you speak anything else while he looked somewhere else, unaware that you took that as bad news.

“Oh,”—you readjusted your butt in the seat and stretched out your legs—“that sounds so cool!” you forced out without sounding too underwhelmed by the new information, raising your head to rest it on your hands like a ‘flower’.

“Thanks,” he replied shyly taken away by your cute stance, “but Hobi was right when he told me it’s beautiful out here, no other beach has ever looked that celestial and…” he trailed off, snapping his fingers in the air looking for another adjective before it hit him, “inspirational.”

His last word hits you like a splash of cold water, noticing the level of happiness Jimin showed in gratitude for his friends. You, in return, followed where his eyes were centered at: the night sky. Its view felt just as he had explained it, different crystals just wildly bouncing off the indigo sheet behind them. Your head, your heart, dulled down their walls, leaving your shoulders without any more tension. You began to feel calm.

“What inspires you?” It left your lips without thinking twice, a slip of a tongue. You covered your mouth instantly, but the man next to you wasn’t bothered by the question.

On the contrary, Jimin seemed pleased. “I still haven’t found it yet, to be honest. I keep searching, hoping that I see it clearly one day.”

Those very words buzzed in your ears as if he were talking to himself. Jimin, for a slight moment, seemed just as lost as you are. It gave you some sort of weird comfort. “I don’t regret coming here either,” you teased the words out slowly to the man beside you, biting the inside of your lip as you kept serene focus on anywhere but him. Your heart felt like exploding, warmth spreading everywhere. “It’s nice here, thanks to you.”

And not only you felt the wave of emotions settling harshly. His heart fluttered upon hearing you speaking more fluently, the natural smile you wore triggered the baby shots of alcohol that still dwelled inside his belly and got him to grin from side to side. He didn’t have words, he just sat there. Quietly admiring a flower that bloomed slowly, revealing herself with caution.

“Jimin?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring.”

The man didn’t stutter like you thought he would, instead . His eyes twinkled like the stars beside you, fluffy cheeks filling up the space to appear like crescent moons. Tipsy or not, he didn’t waste time in not teasing you. “...Am I?”

Instead of turning the chair to actually face him more, you moved your body to a fetus position that angled in his direction as he spoke with the serene voice he possessed. You let your head rest on the upper edge of the seat, folding your hands on top of your knees just watching his perfect lips talk. He can ramble on and on when he’s tipsy like this, pausing to laugh at his own thoughts before telling you about them. You continued to take in his warm toned skin contrasting to the white shirt, eyeing him up and down as quickly as you could.

He played with the necklaces dangling on his shirt while he admitted he and Hoseok are dancers at a Liberal Arts university, he mainly focused on contemporary dances. You found him to fit that role so perfectly, they were sensual and very measured choreographies which only served as a visual pleasure and soothing music. Jimin’s bare presence resonated that same level of aura, you can’t imagine what you could feel if you were to see him dance. Him, swinging his body so delicately and calculated must be like a movie in slow motion, owning the stage and claiming it his own. You’re not usually used to watching those sorts of performances, you always preferred the hip hop and street dances more because they were energetic. However, after listening to Jimin’s passion and descriptions of what he does, of what he’s studying, it spoke to you on a deeper level.

You’ve always thought people don’t necessarily love the things they aspired to (like yourself), but this was clear evidence that you were wrong. He opened your eyes, more than what you allowed him to, and it was great. He was great.

He was comfortable with your silence and sweet hums. He didn’t push you to talk anymore, things you said were beginning to come naturally from your tongue. Your favorite color, favorite foods, childhood heartthrobs, and even quotes from series you may have watched. You still couldn’t believe he had watched that weird sappy romance drama you were quoting just a week ago without a problem. You are having the time of your life, adding pretty comments to highlight his latest experiences in his foreign studies while the night worked in your favor.

Now you know why everyone loves coming here, the sky sets itself like a paradise and the clouds are nowhere to be seen, only the countless numbers of stars bounce off your lids and even his sculpted cheeks. It’s relaxing and extraordinary to have this view, right here in this moment while others are inside missing out on it, but you preferred to look at him, only him. He was much more worthy to admire. You hope your friends never come out, this side of you is so rare for them to see. Giddy and joyful, you couldn't believe it yourself.

As he kept talking and the night kept growing cold, you couldn’t deny his continuous proximity, the clinginess in his pitch getting closer as he moved the chair until both armrests of the seat bumped into one another. There was a need for warmth, be it from the weather outside or simply two bodies that begged to caress one another. As if contact was necessary, palms getting sweaty and lips getting drier. Jimin pleaded guilty, surrendering to trail his chair slowly to your direction. It wasn’t like you were incredibly close, rather it was a view where both of you could appreciate each other’s smallest features. He mimicked your position, fitting his body onto the seat as much as he could.

His eyes pretended to stare at yours while in reality they looked at a freckle just below your eye, he initially thought it was a dirty spot because when he went to wipe it off you bursted out in nervous laughter thinking his delicate fingers wanted to stroke your cheek. It was a close one. Meanwhile you later discovered he had a crooked tooth that overlapped the other very discreetly while looking at his pink lips, you found the imperfection to be so adorable. Even the black roots beginning to appear underneath his blonde hair, you saw everything. Cute, meaningless observations that had you on cloud nine, chuckling and fooling each other teasingly...

You don’t remember him leaving and returning with something in his hands, then you felt a sudden smell adorn your nostrils. It felt so inviting that you only registered it as a scent and not an actual blanket around your body. Jimin’s hands slowly grazed over your shoulders down to where your hands met the armrests, draping it across your body.

“Is… that… lavender?” You murmured under the blanket he had brought for you both, soft and cozily wrapped down to your bent legs. You stared up at his profile, innocent and calm.

“It’s the blanket,” he stated, grasping it over his torso. Separated by the uncomfortable armrests, two souls stared at the night adjusting itself with thin clouds.

Is that how he smells? Does Jimin smell so calmly inviting, vivid and soft? The very idea of nuzzling everyday in that natural fragrance, a stranger and unknown, yet so… intriguing. “Smells… nice,” you muttered timidly before you exhale exaggeratedly, feeling somewhat intoxicated.

As if it was impossible to get any closer, Jimin turned his eyes away from the night. He now focused on you from his spot in the chair, mind sharper now. Laughter was less evident in his eyes, they were relaxed onto your own.

But what did you do? You chuckled nervously and poked Jimin’s nose with something completely unexpected, “You have alcohol breath.”

His eyes almost popped out as he rose up immediately, “Really?!”

Then it was your turn to laugh out loud, giggling at his quirky nature. “Kidding, kidding,” you pushed him back into his seat, initiating contact for the first time with his bicep as you whispered. Head still in the clouds, you begin to snuggle under the softness of the blanket once again as he composed himself.

“You sure like my blanket.”

“Very much,” you whispered, now looking at his disheveled locks for more than necessary. There was no more awkwardness in you both staring at each other, not a flinch or involuntary reflexes. You’re stuck in a trance, wondering if only you could approach in a way—

“Just touch it, silly,” he accused, catching you off guard as he tsked playfully. Jimin took your hand in his, guiding it up to rest upon his hair.

As he continued to glare at your shyness, you held back nervous laughter and carefully combed your fingers through his dirty blonde locks after letting his grip loosen. It was truly soft, just like you imagined it would. “I was only admiring.”

“Mhm, yeah right,” raced his sarcasm. With your body turned to him completely, you observe his brows settle down. He looked at peace, staring at your arm over him ever so curious, “Are you comfortable, Y/N?”

“Um, the chairs are a little hard on my neck but—“

“No,—I meant you. Are you feeling okay right now?...” he asked with genuine concern in his voice while you kept digging your fingers through his hair and he grabbed your tiny wrist in his hand. Your heart skipped a beat, letting Jimin’s aura engulf you even deeper into his eyes.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you mumbled and involuntarily ran your index and middle finger down to his neck hairline and massaged his scalp slowly, making him shiver in your hold and stiffen his jaw. The hairs stood up in the back of his head, trembling as his nostrils flared discreetly.Completely off guard, you felt a hand reach your own. It took you in, a hand rather small but even so warm you felt like yours were freezing at contact. It caressed yours with his thumb as his index drew circles across the veins peeking out from it. His barely audible voice whispered, “Are you sure?”

This man was on the verge of hypnotizing you.

“Tell me something, are your hands bigger than mine?” you changed the subject, looking at his tiny fingers draw lines over yours. Jimin stared at you dumbfounded, faking being shocked as you giggled your way from entering forbidden grounds.

“Y/N, don’t make fun of me like that!” he whined and pinched your nose, wiggling it from side to side before you took your hand away and signaled him to align it with his. “See? Bigger.”

“Not by much,” you nagged.

“Yeah, yeah, shh. Back to my hair,” he whispers quickly in a breath, clutching that same hand you compared and guided it back to his hair with little force, the clingy order caressing your ears which were thumping too loudly from the overflowing contact…

“Jimin?”

“Mhm?”You wondered what made you stop from telling him what you were thinking, probably going for something like ‘I want to be closer,’ but you resist when he catches your gaze. So you don’t say anything. You just lay there, admiring, listening, relaxing.

Both of you were too far off to mind the sound of the soothing jazz, Jimin had been recovering from the tequila shots he’d taken before you arrived earlier and you were getting high off his slurred angelic voice murmuring whatever came to his mind. His head is no longer spinning like he tried to hide before, it was steady. He was focused on you, only whispering now because you were closer, mentioning random constellations he pretended to see in the navy sheet to impress you after you complimented the sky. Your own heartbeat didn’t bounce off your chest anymore, it had been silenced as you kept gazing at him rather than what he pointed at. He was a constellation of his own.

If you only knew he had memorized some of them from a recent song he had to perform shortly before coming here, he’s no astrological expert. You caught that on shortly after he stuttered and invented a few names, but didn’t mind it, instead you began talking to him about zodiacs and spelling weird things about them as if they were true. How naive of you to follow through stupid topics with him, the you from back home would hit your head for coming up with childish things like that and being so corny. But you’re lost, right now you don’t care.

You don’t recall when your eyes had begun to blink closed, the nightly cooling temperature somehow returned the drowsiness back to you and mixed with his sweet melodical hums. You tried to keep them open, you didn’t want the moment to end. Still, he noticed you were slowly wandering to the other side now before his hand caressed the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your locks. Your mouth was slightly opened and your harsh lines of your forehead had relaxed completely, head slowly tilting over to get more cozy with the uncomfortable chair. The sight made Jimin chuckle quietly at your vulnerable self, biting back his own yawn and desire to doze off next to you.

Like you never imagined, the sun peeking through the clouds had beamed so much you allowed it to stop raining on your mind. You aren’t as easy as others, what he did for his own gain was to let you rest your eyes sweetly, watching how tranquil you appear while sleeping. Your cheeks aren’t quite as rounded as his, but it made him want to squeeze them from the adorable scenery. He could notice your front teeth, white and permanent hiding behind lips he could only describe as inviting.

“‘Yeoja’, wake up, your neck will bruise,” he whispered sternly after a few minutes, repeating the ‘wake up’ part until you fluttered you eyes open, coming face to face with the blurry silhouette of Jimin and feeling his hand poke your shoulder, instantly sitting straight up on the chair. Your head turned dizzy with wild colors invading your vision from the sudden abrupt movement as you wiped your eyes harshly to wake yourself up from disorientation. You scratched the back of your head, no longer feeling in space but snapped back to reality.

Why had you ruined the moment by falling asleep? You wore a frown, but Jimin found it to be more playful than real considering he woke you up and maybe you’re grumpy when tired. You then yawned and covered your mouth respectfully, noticing that Jimin’s chair was sitting that close to yours and getting slightly embarrassed for falling asleep on him like that. The party was still going on inside, but you were ready to flop down a bed and faint from everything that happened. It drained you.

“Mm, s’rry,” you mumbled incoherently and shot him an apologetic grin, fixing your hair and stretching out the sweater over your cold fingertips while evading it from exposing your unexercised belly. You hope you didn’t drool or snore, that’d be more than traumatizing.

“It’s okay, want me to walk you back to the apartment?” his big round eyes asked you innocently, a side smile curved very warmly over to you in hopes that you agree to let him walk you. Even if the beach is solitary, one never knows what dangers might happen… Okay, maybe he just wants to spend more time with you and won’t say it out loud. Whichever it was, you’d buy the excuse.“I’ll tell the guys you were sleepy and had to leave.”

“Mm-yeah, sure. Sorry I fell asleep, was jus’ tired,” you apologize after getting up and sliding on your sandals from the floor, walking like a penguin as they settled in place and followed Jimin who already began going down the stairway. You were to drowsy to notice you had his blanket still wrapped around your shoulders, but it didn’t take long for it to touch the floor. Jimin chuckled at the sleeping beauty that couldn’t think straight, throwing the blanket on a nearby chair as you walked out.

“I didn’t mind, really. It was rather adorable watching you sleep—Ow!” He whined as you glared at his back and hit the back of his head, thanking the heavens that you're behind him and he won't get to see how flustered he made you feel with just one word. Such bravery you had for being so playful and wicked, he held in the opportunity of pointing it out to you. Your cheeks are probably as red as tomatoes from how hot they felt, knots in your stomach struggling to break free. He’s grabbed more confidence than you expected, you wish he wasn’t so verbal about everything he thought about. You’re back to being stubborn and irritated, no man’s getting rid of that so easily.

The walk had taken much less time than what you figured it would take, strolling quietly around the harmless sand and watching the waves crash again and again along the shore. You didn’t speak at all after what happened up there, didn’t even bother to think about what the other guys were up to or if they even wondered where you two were. You’ll probably have to explain yourself tomorrow to at least one of them or you’ll get scolded like a rebel teenager, but after you make them some hangover-proof breakfast. Jimin’s just a step ahead, taking in the view as well with his hands secured inside his pockets, and you finally see a hint of his forehead exposed when he turned around once. The wind had blown most of his bangs back and even if he thought he looked weird, you were thinking the complete opposite.

And sadly, your destiny was reached and you had to say goodbye to each other for the night. It’s sad to think that only six days were left now and then you’d be completely gone from his existence, with what you both shared today it was clear that you both had something mutual. You can’t help still feel excited for the days to come and see him, it’s the first you’re this excited for anything since. Even your toes trembled in your sandals when you both stopped walking just beside the stairs, playing with your thumbs while Jimin smiled over softly and looked down at your own nervous eyes as you fought to say something, anything.

“Still tipsy?” you joked, tilting your head so he doesn’t see how much his exposed forehead affected your concentration on his own pair of eyes, coating your bottom lip with your teeth anxiously with just a bead of sweat appearing in your back.

“Nah, not anymore.” He turned to the beach for a moment and then stepped a little closer to you without you noticing since you were sort of caught staring without capturing his proximity. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, right? Or are you going to stay cramped up again?” he teased, fluffing his bangs forward while you laughed at his indirect form of wanting to see you again. You had been so stubborn during the day, you clearly missed out on many things and so many opportunities. Tomorrow it might be different, tomorrow you’ll definitely wake up early to not disappoint him.

“Hehe, no. I’ll come outside, but I won’t promise anything,” you breathed and swallowed in anticipation, should you simply wave and go up the stairs or…? You have no idea what to do and it’s extra nerve racking to stand there and not talk or even breathe. You’re a bit tense, Jimin could definitely tell from your distracted eyes that pry to glance anywhere but his own. But how could you, when the first-quarter moon had begun to bright up you both just now? Your feet toyed around with the sand in its way, accidentally bumping into his own feet lazily.

“Y/N, you can look at me, I don’t bite,” he spoke sternly and precisely, almost sounding annoyed. He pronounced your name so surely, as if it was regal. That was all it took for you to follow his voice just as quickly, centered on his immaculate jawline and round chubby chin. Then going up from his opaque lips to his little adorable button nose and finishing off at his—

There wasn’t much need for words, for his brown pupils appeared rather bigger now, lines at his lids less marked and a gaze so steady your legs turned into jello at his mercy. His darker shaded brows hiding behind his lighter hair, completely immersed in your rosy subtle lips without denying it. Your ears seemed to lose their own focus, the ocean’s splashes were silenced and even the translucent whistle of the wind couldn’t fight with how fast your heart was beating in your chest.

Jimin’s eyes bored into yours after a soft sigh, leaning his head over, tilting it lightly along the way and calmly pressed his full set of lips to the side of your forehead. He let them sit on your temple for a short moment before pulling away, smooch almost inaudible by how light and delicate it had been. The kiss felt hot and burning on your skin, like it missed the momentary stay his wonderful lips had taken ahold of. When you hear a dead leaf breaking in the sand, you realize you had closed your eyes without realizing. You squeezed your hands together to block out the blush, circulation getting lost. Once you blinked open, the menacing stare from earlier was gone and replaced back with his dorky grin that even showed his full set of teeth.

His heart had its own party over there, skyrocketing while he bit his bottom lip like he could taste you just from the small peck. He found you so interesting, so hidden yet vulnerable.

And you suddenly felt a confident vibe run through your body, one you haven’t even thought would appear after so long that forces you to smile wildly at this individual. “Goodnight, Jimin,” you chuckled, voice breaking at the end from the overall excitement. As soon as he nodded and turned to walk away, you sprinted up the stairs with no care that you could fall and break your face, you needed to run up there as fast as you could. The slapping of your sandals resonated in Jimin’s eardrums, shaking his head at your weird quirks yet it caused him to turn his head in curiosity. You put the key in the lock and shut the door slowly once you entered the beach complex, body leaning over the door and sliding down in disbelief as you legs caved instantly.

. . .

Reality hit you like a bombshell as if you had been drunk the entire night and were suddenly remembering everything like a live action movie. Okay, you needed to go over this, step by step—Fuck that. The kiss on the forehead. The stupid kissandomygodyoucan’tbelieveit—

You let out a shaky breath, so angry at yourself for smiling over a lovestruck crush that will only last a week in your presence but you’re too excited to even care. “Oh my god, I’m so—AAAAH!” You yelled into the palms of your hands and kicked the floor with the palms of your feet repeatedly like a child in a tantrum. You're still on the clouds, sleep gone completely as you can only remember how his lips felt on the side of your face. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wonder how they would feel anywhere else. You thank him for not getting overboard with the affection, it would’ve caused an inner turmoil to experience so many things at once.

You’re simply taking deep breaths before realizing this is the first time you’ve acted more like yourself. A bit reserved and scared but it’s a start, you feel like a basic college girl right now having relatable problems. And he noticed you for it, you don’t want to fill up negative things inside your mind like assuming he’d only see you cause you had been the only girl here. At this point, you’re too sappy and strangely happy to care for his reasons.

After a whole five minutes of sitting down and staring at literally nothing but upcoming dreams about tonight, you get up and head for your room. And then there’s an interruption to your jazz music playing on your head, a vibration. Not in patterns like an ordinary phone call, just sharp and alone. One little vibration. Your ears tickle with the sudden sound, cause you didn’t feel it on the bed or anywhere on you. Your brows then furrowed, trying to spot where it comes from. You raised your chin from your sitting position of the bed, looking at the cabinet which had a faint light flickering on and off.

Oh, that’s right, it was your cellphone you hadn’t used in forever. The buzz still lingered, shoving you into temptation.

Without a care in the world, you toss away the sheet and get up to check out what had popped up. But it was weird, you thought nobody had a cellular signal down here to begin with, so you had left it sitting there on the counter since you arrived this morning. The blinding reflection of the device hurt your vision until you can tap the brightness away, pinching your eyes almost shut to be able to comprehend the notifications you had received with a little green bubble on the left side of your lock screen. Only one bar of mobile service. Unlocking the device grants you a number you don’t have registered with any sort of name, causing you to be even more skeptical. That is, until you started reading.

(***)-***-****: Hey there, baby girl. I know it’s been a while since we talked but I wanted to let you know I’ll be in town next week for a couple of days if you want to meet and hang out for a bit. I know I was a total jerk but I’ve been thinking about you lately and the fun we had together, remember? Anyways, I’ll send you my address since you never told me where you lived in the first place. Hop a text if you’ll come down, love. —JTW

The phone fell to the floor.

You gasped, hearing it bang against the floor with a thump and your mouth gaped open. No words came out, you could only gag. Your jaw clenched with anger, there’s a sharp pain in your chest fighting to breathe properly. A small tinge of fear on your throat begged you to let out a shaky breath, and the text hadn’t been threatening but upon reading the initials, you knew exactly who it was from. It hadn’t been the only weird messages from random guys laying around your DMs, but this one in particular, had more than the others. This held a story, just a reply away from being unraveled and taken out of a bookshelf to be read.

“You... son of a bitch,” you whispered and threw yourself down on the bed, leaving the phone on the floor not giving a fuck whether it cracked its screen or not. You’re now beginning to have a headache from applying so much pressure to your jaw with your teeth, hot tears forcing themselves to come and eat you alive just as the text had done. You hate yourself for crying, for being so stupid, but it’s there, done for. The flashbacks barged on your door with loud bangs and bitter tastes of dark wine on the roof of your mouth, tired of being so weak from a simple note written on your phone but it had been long since you received something from that man.

Regret. You referred to that day as it was. You let the salty drops of water flow freely from your lids as you try to sleep properly with the anxiety, but it’s no use. You’re still wide awake, trying to go numb as you would do alone in your apartment anytime he tried to contact you. How could you sleep now? Knowing you were far from being normal, from feeling like yourself without a tormenting disgust of yourself.

You let out a sigh when the tears had stopped and you could relax your thoughts better. You kept looking for pictures of Jimin, of his sweet smile and sparkly eyes. Tried to remember how his hair felt on your shaky palms, cooing you into the mini-nap he let you have right there next to him as he whispered sweet nothings to your ear. He was humming a tune you don’t know of, but it was catching up on your head with its strange soothing melody. It helped you inhale without worry, the thought of him taking a leap himself when he left you that kiss. The only thing holding you back from falling into another breakdown is knowing you’ll see him tomorrow, that you’re going to have fun together. How pathetic to know that just by thinking of him, imagining his gentle personality and soul, it was enough to calm you down.

The drapes were pinched open just the slightest, allowing some of the blues from the reflecting moon to dull you further into tranquility as you watched his made up constellations and burst a soft, bitter giggle. It took a while, but you managed to close your eyes willingly, praying that tomorrow came faster and the week would be infinite.

—If only he wished the same way.—you thought to yourself, unable to dream of the moments you wanted to relive and settled for a dull good night sleep. Little did you know, the young man had trouble sleeping himself; either from the noise of his new friends dry heaving on the toilet from booze, or simply because he got more than what he bargained for with a nice lovely stranger. Be it from his happy stroll or the pain in his permanent smile, Jimin definitely wanted to dream of you.

And you had six more days left to do so.

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Each Eye (1/8)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Mobster AU Kylo Ren x Reader

Word count: 6k ; Warnings: Gun violence, language, mildly n*fw lol

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If there was one thing that would never change about New York City, it was the traffic.

Kylo checked his watch for the third time in the past five minutes, a tick that made you smile. He held such a high respect for punctuality, it was one of the many things you admired about your man.

“We’re going to get there on time.” You said softly, pressing a calming kiss to his cheek.

He quickly turned his head to steal a kiss from your lips before sighing and gazing out the window. It was raining. Why was it always raining these days? You decided that the first day it was sunny, you’d make Kylo take you into the park, or to the beach.

The two of you were seated in the back of Kylo’s shiny black Bentley as you were driven to the restaurant. Kylo had you pressed against him, his arm slung across your shoulders. You held the hand that caressed your shoulder, gave it an affectionate squeeze.

Today was a big day, the annual meeting of the families.

It had to go well, it simply had to.

No more shootouts in broad daylight, no more bodies in rivers, no…the families couldn’t keep that up, not with everyone getting busted by snooping detectives or the last good cop in the city taking it upon himself to rid the streets of crime.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Your driver, a small timid man by the name of Dopheld, finally managed to get you out of the traffic, and was now speedily heading towards the restaurant through back roads and shortcuts that few people knew.

Kylo checked his watch.

Kylo and his KoR had taken over the Organa crime family years ago, nearly ten years ago. He had changed his name at the end of the era, rebranded himself and his crew. When he started, he was just an errand boy for his father, smuggling drugs and guns to whoever was the highest bidder – and now he controlled all of Queens, and half of Manhattan. Where he had been a gangly twenty-five year old, all too long limbs and big ears, now he was impossibly broad and strong, had more kills under his belt than anyone else in the family, even more than Anakin had.

Before he had been alone, and now he had you. Out of everything, he considers that his biggest accomplishment.

And had you he did, you thought with another gentle smile, tucking some of his long hair behind his ear, kissing the spot where his jaw met his neck. You wished he would smile more, you loved his dimples. But this was not an evening for smiles, you knew that.

Still, you pressed sweet clothed mouthed kisses along his cheek and neck. His free hand squeezed at your knee.

He didn’t like you too far away from him, never too far. He brought you along to every meeting, every dinner. You went with him on every trip, whether it was to the office or the shops downtown. The only time you were more than two feet away from him was when he had to hunt someone down and cut their head off; he liked you to stay home for that (but sometimes you went with him anyway).

The car slowed down to a stop outside the restaurant, John’s of 12th Street. It was one of the only neutral places left to meet, and so the families had all decided on meeting there nearly ninety years ago, when Kylo’s grandfather had been an errand boy himself. A beautiful old Italian restaurant that had the same candles burning as they had during Prohibition, seemingly untouched by time.

“We’ve arrived.” Dopheld said, glancing at you and Kylo through the rear-view mirror.

Dopheld had been your driver since he had gotten his license four years ago. It was important to have a good driver, you thought.

“Right on time.” Kylo said, checking his watch and getting out of the car.

“My pleasure, sir – I’ll wait here, ma’am?” Dopheld asked you, once Kylo was out of earshot.

“Yes please Dopheld, thank you.” You gave him a warm smile, and waited for your door to be opened.

Behind you, another car pulled up and came to a halt. You turned around and waved to the other driver, another boy named Thannison, who became the second driver around the same time Dopheld did. That car contained Knuckles and Slip, your two favorite KoR guys.

The families all met, yes, but no one showed up without some of their guys.

Thanisson waved back, and Knuckles and Slip were out of the car and making their way towards yours with restrained ease. Slip opened the door and Kylo was right there to sling an arm around your waist, a valet boy holding an umbrella over the both of your heads as you made the few steps across the pavement to the cover of the awning. The waitstaff at John’s knew your importance, knew Kylo’s, even if no one technically overlooked this part of town.

Kylo tipped the boy and he disappeared, off to deal with someone else.

The restaurant was busy, as it always was for a Friday night. It was an intimate little place, been open over a hundred years, had seen some of the craziest shit there was. They had candles burning that they first lit to celebrate the end of Prohibition, a shrine of wax that was older than you were.

Rey was waiting near the candles, as she always was. She looked good, well fitting black dress and Louboutins. That was practically the family uniform – Kylo wore his black tuxedo and Louboutin dress shoes, the KoR were dressed similarly. Not as nice.

You were a vision in red, as Kylo said.

Rey wasn’t happy, but then again, she never was.

“You’re late.” She said when the two of you approached.

“I’m on time.” Kylo replied without bothering to roll his eyes.

“Barely.” Rey scoffed, rolling hers.

“There was traffic.” Kylo said just to shut her up.

“There’s always traffic.” Rey shot back, before leaning in to kiss you on the cheek, “Hi (Y/N).”

“Hi Rey, is anyone else here?” You asked, taking a glass of champagne that was offered to you by a waiter who was making the rounds.

Rey took a glass as well, and the two of you clinked them together softly before downing a sip.

“Of course not, there’s still half an hour.” She said easily, making Kylo’s frown twitch.

“So what the fuck are you on my case for about being late?” He grumbled, always the grouch.

“You’re my brother, it’s my job.” Rey said, taking another sip and giving him a sarcastic smile.

“Funny, I thought your job was to take care of Midtown.” He said offhandedly.

“I am taking care of Midtown.” Rey frowned, not liking what he was insinuating one bit.

You sipped your champagne.

“Then why the fuck am I getting calls saying it’s chaos down there?” Kylo asked, voice low.

“Bullshit, who’s calling you?” Rey’s frown deepened, “Why’s this the first I’m hearing of it?”

“We’ll talk about this later, we have bigger things to deal with today and I need you on your best behavior.” Kylo sighed, already tired of this. His hand on your waist balled into a fist and relaxed, did that a couple times just to stretch his fingers.

“I’m not the one who has a temper problem.” Rey muttered into her fluted glass.

“Is Gwen coming?” You asked, just to diffuse the situation. You wanted this to be a calm, peaceful evening, and getting Kylo wound up before the dinner had even really started was not something that would be good for anyone.

Pressed up against him like this, you could feel the gun he had hidden in his suspender holster. Hopefully he wouldn’t be using it tonight.

“Yeah, she should be here any minute.” Rey picked up what you were putting down, and let the subject drop. There’d be time to talk about Midtown later.

“Let’s go in, it looks better when we’re already settled.” You suggested, and Kylo was never one to disagree with you, so in you went.

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It wouldn’t do of course, to eat in public. Not with so many high profile criminals in attendance. No, instead you had a private room in the back, one that had been built and maintained explicitly for these annual dinners. Everyone had a seat, and every seat belonged to someone. No one ever changed spots – ever.

You were chatting with Knuckles and Slip while Kylo and Rey had a sibling quarrel when the door to the private room opened. In walked a tall muscular woman who you absolutely adored.

“Gwen!” You greeted your friend with a big smile, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek while still wrapped up in Kylo’s arm.

“Hey (Y/N), how are you sweetie?” Gwen asked.

She wasn’t just your friend, she was your cousin. She was flanked by some more of your cousins who were serving as her ‘guys,’ even though one look at Gwen and it was clear that she didn’t need any protecting.

Even before marrying Kylo, you had been a member of one of the largest and oldest crime families. You had never participated, not like Gwen did, but you were practically royalty in the underground crime world.

“I’m great, your hair looks amazing.” You reached up to touch her blonde locks that had been shorn into a close pixie.

“Thanks, I just had it cut. Hi Kylo, Rey.” Gwen greeted them, making Rey blush.

“Hey Gwen.” They both said back, although Rey said it a little softer than Kylo.

You suppressed a knowing smile as you met your sister in-law’s eyes.

“Are we the first ones?” Gwen asked, taking a glass of champagne.

No one could sit until everyone had arrived, it was the only polite thing to do, especially with such old members joining them. So everyone sipped their champagne, ate hours d’oeurves as waiters brought them around on platters.

“Yeah, but they’ll be here.” You replied.

“Who else is coming?” She asked, just out of curiosity.

Gwen was one of two new heads that would be joining the dinner. She had taken over for your uncle after his passing a few months ago, and had done quite well. She was taking this dinner deadly serious, which she should have – guns could be drawn at any time, for any reason.

“The usual, the Mandalorians, the Hutts, Uncle Lando, Tarkin, and Hux.” Kylo said, eyes darkening at the mention of the second newest head that would be joining.

“Hux?” Gwen asked with eyebrows raised.

It was an open secret that the man had murdered his own father to climb the ranks within his own family. Not to say that Brendol wasn’t deserving of it, but generally, patricide was viewed in poor taste, unless the father in question was a rat, like Kylo’s had been.

Brendol had been many things, but he was no rat, and many of the other families viewed Hux as a power-obsessed maniac. Probably because he was one.

“Well why not? We made peace with the Irish after the bullshit with Snoke ended.” Rey shrugged, making you sigh.

“He’s been talking a big game, wants to expand his territory.” You chimed in, resting your head on Kylo’s chest as his hand smoothed up your back to cup the nape of your neck.

“I’m sure he’ll bring it up tonight at some point, we’ll deal with it when it happens.” Kylo muttered, leaning down to kiss you softly.

Sometimes, kissing you was the only thing that stopped him from losing his patience.

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Slowly, more and more heads of family trickled in.

The first of which was Bob Fett, the head of the Mandalorian family. They orchestrated murders for the highest bidder, and they had never not delivered, not in the sixty years that Bob had been running things. He was well dressed, as they all were, and always well mannered. Manners were extremely important to the older heads, for they still lived in a world where there was a code among thieves.

“Mr. Ren, Miss Organa, how good to see you.” Bob kissed Rey’s hand, shook Kylo’s.

“Wonderful to see you too Mr. Fett, thank you for coming.” Rey greeted him as Kylo simply nodded.

“Of course! How’s your mother doing?” Bob asked, and Kylo’s grip on your neck twitched just a little bit.

“She’s well, thank you, how’s your hip?” Rey said quickly, steering the conversation away from Leia.

That would really set Kylo’s temper off.

“Oh you know, same shit different day. I’ve got an appointment to get it looked at tomorrow.” Bob said, before finally turning to you and kissing your hand, “And of course Mrs. Ren, how are you my dear?”

“I’m great, thank you for asking.” You greeted him.

You had always liked Bob, he was a greasy slimy sonofabitch, but he knew that. You always appreciated the men who were honest about what they were, who didn’t try and pretend it was something more glamorous than it was.

“You look stunning, as always.” He complimented you, letting go of your hand quickly. The last thing he wanted was Kylo to chop it off like he had done to too many others in the past.

“You’re too kind, thank you.” You said, putting your hand back on his chest.

“Where is my seat?” Bob joked, made the same joke that he had been making for the past forty years.

“The same place it always is, Mr. Fett. Care for a glass of wine?” You gave a genuine laugh at his joke, thinking he was funny in that way old men tried to be, and waving to one of the waiters.

“You know me so well.” Bob gave a gold-toothed grin and accepted the wine on his way to his seat.

Kylo’s Uncle Lando was the next to arrive, dressed in a bright purple suit and wearing a cape rather than a tuxedo jacket. Your face lit up at the sight of him, you appreciated that he never showed up in a boring old tux like the rest of these men.

Lando wasn’t really Kylo’s uncle, he was a business partner of Han for many years. But respect was given where respect was due, and well, you’d only ever been introduced to him as Uncle Lando. He was everyone’s uncle, always having something for everyone, always bringing gifts. His guys who followed him carried gifts now, began putting them on everyone’s place setting.

“Uncle Lando, you are looking stylish as ever.” You said as he kissed your hand, gave Kylo a hearty pat on the back.

“Thank you baby, I save my very best for occasions such as this.” Lando winked, before moving on to talk to Rey and Gwen.

Tarkin arrived next, and in that overly formal German way of his he only greeted everyone and immediately went to his seat. He was even older than Bob, so everyone let him get away with whatever he wanted.

It was exactly one minute until eight o’clock when Hux walked in. Kylo had been schmoozing with Bob and Lando and Gwen, and you had kept an eye out for shadows at the door.

“He’s here.” You said, a moment before it opened and Hux’s backlight form silenced the room.

It had been a year since you’d seen him last, since the whole debacle with Snoke. There had been rumors that Hux wasn’t happy, was planning some trouble – there was rumor he wasn’t going to show up tonight. Seeing him was good, it was a sign of good faith that he came.

“Mr. Hux, so glad you could make it.” Kylo gave him a clipped hello, extended his hand.

Hux looked at it for a moment before shaking it firmly.

“It’s the least I could do.” He replied, and you let out the smallest huff of a laugh, drawing his attention. “Hello Mrs. Ren, you’re looking exceptionally lovely this evening.”

He didn’t kiss your hand, you were certain Kylo would have broken his nose if he did.

“It’s good to see you Mr. Hux.” You said with a genuine smile, knowing how prickly your husband was likely to be.

“I’ve heard that there’s much you’d like to discuss tonight.” Kylo said, the entire room still as if it were empty.

Hux cleared his throat, disappointed that he hadn’t been the first one to bring it up.

“Yes, there is.” He said, taking a glass of wine from the waiter’s tray, “But there’ll be time for that later, for now I’m looking forward to some delicious veal.”

“Well you’re in luck, the veal here is out of this world.” Rey said, making Bob shake his head.

“John’s is good – but if you want the best, you come down to my place in the Bronx, it’ll blow your fuckin’ mind.” Bob winked.

“Watch out, I just might take you up on that.” Hux winked back with a forced smile that gave you the creeps.

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It was after eight, and one seat was still empty. The Hutts were, frankly, annoying. You didn’t like any of the entire family, not Jabba or his son Rotta, or any of the cousins and nephews and uncles that came along with them. Jabba had never missed a dinner, but his seat was empty.

Usually that meant the person was dead, but you hadn’t heard any news of the old man kicking the bucket.

Everyone turned to Kylo for what to do, and when he moved to his seat at the table, everyone followed.

It was like something out of a movie, the scene before you. There you all were, nine chairs arranged in a big circle around a white linen-clad table, in the middle of this candlelit room that hadn’t changed since the 1930s. Each head of the family had their support standing behind them, flanking their either side.

Kylo had you sit in his seat for the time being, as he remained standing. He lifted his champagne glass and cleared his throat.

“I’d like to make a toast, if I may.” He said, giving enough pause for each of the heads to lift their own glass. “Almost a hundred years ago our families found it in their hearts to put aside their differences for one night. In those years, the families have changed – some have gotten bigger, and some have sadly, gotten smaller – but the families remain, and our impact on the city remains. I would like to thank all of you for keeping the traditions alive by meeting together here for another year, let us look forward to a prosperous new decade before us.”

His toast was met with a round of happy agreements, and everyone drank to their health. You stood just long enough for Kylo to sit in his seat, and pull you flush against his side where you belonged.

“That was beautiful.” Lando said to Kylo from across the table, unfolding his napkin and tucking it into the collar of his shirt.

Kylo was about to reply when the door unceremoniously burst open, making all the bodyguards at the table draw their guns.

Everyone dropped their arms with a groan when they saw who had barged in unannounced and uninvited – it was none other than the heir to the Hutt empire himself, Rotta.

“Am I late?” He asked, his attempt at humor falling flatly.

“What are you doing here?” Tarkin asked, sneering at the sweaty little man who wasn’t even bothering to say ‘excuse me’ as he shoved his way past the waiters who were busy trying to refill everyone’s drinks and take orders. He was followed by two of his cousins, Leo and Kole.

“Jabba ain’t gonna be able to make it tonight, he sent me instead.” Rotta explained, making Kylo frown.

“What the hell do you mean he ain’t gonna be here, it’s the one night of the fucking year we all get together.” Bob threw a hand up in disbelief.

Rotta shrugged, knocked over a glass of wine accidentally on his way to his father’s seat.

“This is a new suit Rotta what the fuck are you doing?” Lando got up out of his seat quickly, yanked the napkin from his collar to try and wipe up the spilled wine with the aid of a few fast waiters who were nearby.

“Christ I’m sorry I don’t know what the fuck you want me to tell ya, he ain’t coming, he sent me instead. I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me here, trust me.” Rotta grunted, saying his hellos to everyone as he finally made it to the other side of the table and plopped down in his seat.

He said hello to everyone, except you, that is.

That fact did not go unnoticed, and just as when Hux walked in, the room fell silent as Rotta began drinking some wine without even so much as acknowledging you – something that Hux at the very least had the good sense to do.

It was deathly quiet aside from Rotta’s slurping of his wine, until the ignorant bliss wore off and he looked around in confusion at the change in atmosphere.

“…What?” he asked, licking the cabernet off his lips.

“I think you’re forgetting someone.” Kylo said, voice even and low. Dangerous.

Everyone held their breath.

Rotta squinted at you, like he didn’t recognize you.

And in fairness, maybe he didn’t. You hadn’t had many interactions with him, both you and Kylo preferred to deal with his father. Jabba was a sick bastard, but he at the very least had manners, something he clearly didn’t pass down to Rotta.

Still, it was well known that above anything else, you were to be treated with the utmost respect.

Rotta apparently hadn’t gotten the memo.

“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t realize we coulda brought our whores to dinner.” Rotta sneered, unfolding his napkin, “What’s your name sweetheart?”

Before anyone could even gasp at the insult, Kylo reached into his tux jacket and pulled his gun from the suspender holster, firing three shots directly into Rotta’s chest.

So much for keeping Kylo’s temper in place, you thought, as Rotta was knocked backwards from the force of the bullets. You were grateful that the room was soundproofed, and that there was a band playing in the main eating area.

All of a sudden, there was a flurry of movement. Rotta’s guys pulled their guns in the blink of an eye, torn between shooting and getting Rotta out of there. At the same time, you reached across Kylo’s chest to grab the second gun he kept on the other side of his suspender holster, held it evenly in their direction. Knuckles and Slip and Rey all had theirs drawn too.

Gwen, Hux, Tarkin, Bob, and Lando sipped their drinks.

“Get him out of here,” Kylo said to one of the Hutts, “And tell Jabba what happened.”

The Hutts knew how outnumbered they were, and decided to listen to Kylo. The second they grabbed Rotta and hauled him out through the back entrance so as to not cause any trouble, all the guns went away.

And to think you thought Hux was going to be the difficult part of this dinner.

Outside the room, you could hear beautiful Italian music playing from the live band, and you tried focusing on that, gave Kylo’s hand a squeeze under the table where no one would notice. You gave Rey a look, and she turned to the nearest person to strike up conversation.

“So, Uncle Lando, how’s the casino business treating you?” She started, letting the elderly man launch into a whole animated story like he was wont to do.

“It’s been wonderful, Cloud City has never been better...!”

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The food came, and soon conversation died down to a pleasant chatter between those who were seated next to each other. Dinner was delicious as usual, wine glasses were refilled and the mood lightened considerably once everyone had relaxed into their chairs.

It wasn’t until dessert and coffee arrived, that the conversation became all inclusive.

“Anyone been having any trouble with the cops lately?” Gwen asked, bringing it up to the table.

“Yeah as a fuckin’ matter of fact, we have.” Bob sighed, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“You need help takin’ care of them?” You asked, making him smile and shake his head.

Your family, which was now represented by Gwen, was very close with the cops. They had crooked pigs in just about every precinct from here to Jersey; it’s what had helped them stay one step ahead all the time.

“That’s very kind of you Mrs. Ren but no thank you. Not yet, anyway. I think we’ve got a rat in the family.” He said, making everyone groan.

A rat was the worst fucking thing to have, everyone knew it.

“No kidding?” Rey asked with wide eyes, like such a thing were a scandal – because it was.

“No one has any fucking respect anymore, it’s ridiculous.” Tarkin muttered with a disappointed shake of his head.

“Do you have any idea who it might be?” You asked, your mind cycling through the members of the Mandalorian family, trying to think if you’d heard or seen anything suspicious.

“I got a couple ideas, but nothing too concrete yet. We’re workin’ on it.” Bob said, not unkindly. “But until we do, we’ve got to be extra fucking careful with all these cops crawling around.”

“Cops ain’t what they used to be.” Tarkin sighed sympathetically.

“Cops never used to be shit,” Lando scoffed, “I remember when you could pay off a man and he’d actually fucking help you out. These days it’s money, drugs, women, the whole fucking thing. It’s like they want to be in the family now, get pissy when we tell them no.”

“What’s worse are the politicians!” Bob agreed, and the whole table laughed. “I have to admit Mr. Hux, Mr. Ren, that it’s very nice seeing you sitting at this table together.” Bob said when the laughter died down naturally.

“Who says we can’t be civil?” Kylo said, breaking off a piece of tiramisu with his fork.

The elephant in the room was finally being addressed.

“Quite a few people, if I’m being honest.” Gwen piped up from where she and Rey had gotten very cozy over on their side of the table.

“I have no desire to break the peace we’ve managed to find…however rumor has it that Mr. Hux isn’t so inclined.” Kylo said calmly.

You were begging Kylo to stay calm, especially after Rotta. There would no doubt be trouble with Jabba, the last thing anyone needed was trouble with the Irish.

“I want Hell’s Kitchen.” Hux said, unprompted.

Well, Fuck.

“No you don’t.” You replied right away.

“My father ran Hell’s Kitchen for thirty years. My grandfather ran it for thirty years before that.” Hux continued, ignoring you.

“Forgive me for speaking ill of the dead, Mr. Hux, but your father ran it into the dirt. You remember what that place used to be? The squalor?” Rey brought up with a raised brow.

“I’m not my father.” Hux countered, his steely green eyes unwavering as he said, “And I’m not asking you.”

“Hell’s Kitchen is Rey’s, you damn well are asking her.” Lando laughed, in disbelief of this kid.

Hux was nearing forty, but everyone was a kid to Lando.

“Who gave it to her? You? Mr. Ren, I don’t have to tell you what it’s like to live up to a family name – ”

“No, you don’t.” Kylo cut him off, “You also don’t get to ask for things that aren’t yours.”

“But it is mine.” Hux frowned, getting annoyed.

You tried running the numbers in your head, tried seeing things from his point of view. Hux’s family controlled nearly all of Brooklyn, the Irish had always been settled there, for about as far back as Kylo’s grandfather had been settled in Queens. The fight for Hell’s Kitchen had been a losing one for a reason, there was too much bullshit that that territory had attached to it, it’s why no one wanted it in the first place. And these days, with it so close to squeaky clean Times Square and all the tourism, there was very little opportunity for back-door deals.

So why did he want it? It was so far out of his way, and Rey was managing things decently well.

“Hypothetically, what would you give for Hell’s Kitchen?” You asked, making Hux’s eyes snap to you.

“Pardon?” He asked, as if the question offended him.

“You don’t get something for nothing, you know that’s not how this works.” You said, not that you had any intention of giving him anything.

“I don’t think you understand me, Mr. Ren – ” Hux tried to ignore you once again, which really didn’t make Kylo any happier with the situation.

“I understand you perfectly well, Mr. Hux.” Kylo cut him off again, his hand curling into a fist under the table. “It isn’t going to happen, you will not change my mind. You have a very nicely sized chunk of the city; I wonder how you’re not busy enough as it is maintaining that. Are you bored? Is that it?”

“He’s hungry.” Gwen sucked her teeth, making Hux frown.

“Ms. Phasma – ” He started, but Gwen was having none of it.

“No, Mr. Hux, he’s is right, you have more than enough of the city to keep you busy and rich. Your eyes are bigger than your stomach, it’s stupid to want to take on more than you already have at present.” It might not have looked like it, but Gwen was a close friend of Hux’s, and it was evident only she could call him out on his bullshit like this and get away with it.

“Just because I am new to running things doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.” Hux reigned in his own temper, and sat calmly in his seat.

“No, it just means you don’t know how to do it the best. Not yet, anyway.” Tarkin piped up from his spot at the other end of the table.

The tips of Hux’s ears went red.

“Perhaps next year we can negotiate something.” Kylo said, as he signaled for his check.

He had had just about enough, you could tell by the way he was clenching his jaw.

“Perhaps.” Hux agreed through tight teeth of his own.

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“You know, once you start this…there ain’t any going back.” You said softly, hours later in bed.

The rain had picked up significantly, summer storms rolling across the night sky. The meeting hadn’t gone as well as either of you had hoped, and you could tell Hux had really gotten on Kylo’s nerves. The last thing anyone needed was a war with the Irish, not so soon after peace had been made with them. You could tell Kylo was stressed about it, could tell he needed some softness tonight.

It was dark in the bedroom, nothing but the flickering orange glow of a candle and the crack of lightning to illuminate the spacious master suite. You and Kylo were in your underwear, facing each other tucked up under the covers and merely a few inches apart. He never liked to be very far from you.

Kylo had his hand curled around yours under the blankets, gave it a squeeze. He was never very forthcoming with his more sentimental emotions, but you could tell a teasing mood when one was coming.

“Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?” He asked slowly, dark eyes glittering.

For all his posturing, he really did like a good challenge every now and again. You always were happy to give him one.

“You bet tough guy.” You grin, quirking an eyebrow, “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” Kylo whispered, and you giggled just the tiniest bit.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, trying to play it cool even though he was already sliding his free hand under you to pull you flush against him.

“Yeah, get the fuck over here.” He said, as if you were miles away, as if you weren’t practically breathing in his air, sucking it straight from his throat.

“Nah, if you want me you gotta catch – ” You tried wiggling away, but he shot up almost as fast as the lightning outside your giant windows, wrapped both his arms around your middle and rolled over so you were pinned underneath him. “Kylo!”

You laughed and gasped at the way his hands pressed just under your ribcage where he knew you were ticklish.

You wrestled with him for a while, laughing and laughing, trying to get purchase on him back. He was too broad, made up of too much muscle for you to really do any damage. The bed was so big you probably could have rolled around and around and around, and still not fallen off the edge.

In the end, you managed to get him onto his back, straddling his hips.

He had the smallest hint of a smile, just the ghost of his dimples showing as he toyed with the waistband of your panties, lightly plucked at the elastic and watched as it snapped against your skin.

“I’m gonna start this shit, and I’m gonna see it through, okay?” He asked, so soft. Not a lot of people knew how sensitive he was, your Kylo.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, but I don’t gotta tell you that.” You smiled with kind eyes down at him, shimmied lightly in his hold as his hands smoothed their way up your sides.

He liked to look at you, just look. He was looking now.

“I don’t want you around for the mess.” He said, soothing circles on your hip.

“I’m no stranger to mess, honey.” You cupped his cheek, the one with the scar he hated so much.

You didn’t hate it, it was what brought you two together. You thought it made him look handsome.

He turned his face to kiss your wrist, kiss up your arm. He kissed all the way up until he was sitting up against the headboard, you still in his lap as he wound his arms tightly around you.

“I know,” He said, resting his head on your shoulder, just holding you, “But I don’t like the thought of you getting hurt.”

“You’d never let that happen.” You hummed, combed your fingers through his hair.

It never ceased to amaze you, how this giant man, the most feared in all of New York, could make himself so small when he was with you.

“You’re thinkin’ too much.” You whispered, grabbing Kylo’s hands and guiding them up to your tits.

He let out a deep breath, a longing sigh as he squeezed them, kneaded them in those big bear paws of his. He liked looking at you, but he liked touching you more, and he let those dark eyes of his slip closed as he leaned in to kiss you, facial hair tickling your chin, your cheeks.

You laughed against his lips as he bit and licked into your mouth, his hands coming up from your tits to hold your face gently, ever so gently. Those hands, which had strangled people, stabbed and shot them, drowned and punched and and and, those rough and calloused hands had never felt softer on your skin than when he held you so gently like this.

You pulled away just enough to blow out the candle, letting the night, and Kylo, envelop you completely.

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