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arminbitchlover · 4 years ago

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Confession (F!reader x Jean Kirschstein)

content warnings: mild language, smut, oral (F receiving), praise, unprotected sex, alcohol/intoxication

summary: reader and jean have been in love w one another for years, but never actually admitted it. it wasn't until one night at marley, drunk jean decided to change all of that and finally make them his.

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You forgot what it was like to genuinely have fun with your friends again. You couldn't recall the last time you got together and not worry about your lives being at risk. It didn't matter to you whether it be making bets to see who takes a shot or reminiscing on old times during training, it just made you feel somewhat at peace.

"C'monnnn, y/n!! a single shot won't hurt anybody." Hange playfully shoves your shoulder as they hold a shot glass in front of your face.

"I rather not, but thank you anyways." You giggle and push away the shot from your view.

"More for me." They chug down the alcohol as if it was water, not being affected from the after burning effect.

You never really liked the idea of being drunk; having little to no memory of what you're doing and having to deal with migraines and nausea the next morning did not please you in the slightest. Jean, on the other hand, didn't seem to care much about the consequences.

"Y-Yeah, ssoooo then I-I zoomed in and swoosh titan DEAD!" Jean hiccups and waves around his hands as he tells Connie his, more than likely, fictional kill.

"You sound like an idiot." Connie playfully smacks Jean's shoulder, laughing out loud.

"Youu are— More pleaseee." Jean slurs out his sentences into one while pointing at his empty glass.

"Sure, buddy." Connie smiles and grabs his glass, walking over to the bar.

Before he could call over a bartender to fill Jean's cup, you clear your throat to catch his attention.

"Don't you think Jean is going a bit overboard with the alcohol?" You flash a confused look to Connie and immediately break out into a smile.

"Oh fuck yes, but he's enjoying himself so I'll let this one slide." He sits on the chair next to you, glancing at Jean and Armin having some kind of competition.

"Yeah, he is..." You trail off, letting your mind wander off as you stare at Jean.

You never had the courage to admit to Jean how much he meant to you since the day you met him. You recall it as if it was yesterday, you were practicing with ODM gear and one of your hooks stopped working and Jean didn't waste a second to help you. You remember everything about him at that moment, how he had a grass stain in the mid left of his shirt and how he had a small scratch right under his left eye as well.

Before you got the chance to tell him how you felt, you found out about how Jean was basically in love with Mikasa and fuck did that hurt, but it was over now. That was 4 years ago and now you're here, still with the same little crush but understanding there was no point of trying to make it anymore than that.

"Uhhh, y/n?" Connie snaps you out of your thoughts, noticing your eyes never leaving Jean.

"Huh? Oh— sorry." You turn your head back to Connie, wanting to get Jean out of your thoughts.

"You know, he's stupid if he doesn't see what an amazing person you are." He smiles, immediately seeing through you.

"Is it really that obvious?" You slightly smack your forehead.

"Somewhat, but, hey, you really should try to shoot your shot. Jean got over Mikasa a while back and I notice the way he glances at you when you're not looking." He hits your shoulder with his, getting a small chuckle out of you.

"Yeah as if." You grin and continue your conversation with Connie, unaware that Jean has been shooting quick looks at both of you when neither of you were looking.

Jean never likes thinking about his feelings, let alone talking about them, especially after being rejected by Mikasa, but he will never get over how everything about you causes butterflies in his stomach.

He will never forget when he noticed how perfect you were, it was during dinner with all the scouts and the usual argument between him and Eren had arisen. Everyone else was telling Jean to quit and that he was being rude for no reason, but you were the only one who stood up for him. He will never forget how you looked, you had a bruise on your forearm and a gash on your right cheek from cutting yourself with a branch, but he still thought you look absolutely beautiful

Now it was two years later, and he never actually thought of ever telling you how he felt since he just assumed that it was some type of infatuation, but it was so much more than that. Before he had the chance to tell you how he felt, his self doubt clouded his mind, telling him that it was just a one sided crush and he believed it.

"Armin, d-do yerrr think y/n and Connie— together?" Jean clumsily turned his head to Armin, seemingly forgetting what they were talking about in the first place.

"Jean, you're completely over analyzing them. They're just friends." Armin laughs, quickly noticing Jean's jealousy.

"I-I hope so," He hiccups, still staring down Connie and notices you laughing at something he said.

"Oh, fuck this." Jean tightens his hands into fists, gets up and walks towards you, not aware that he was leaning to his left.

"CONNIE!" He grabs his best friend from his collar, pulling him out of your seat.

"JEAN— WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Connie grips Jean's wrist, pushing him away.

You stand there in shock, not knowing how to help either of them.

"Y-Y-You know how I feel about y/n and youuu still decide— steal her from me," He stammers while using the bar table for balance.

You and Connie both look at each other, completely stunned from what just came out of his mouth.

"Jean..." You trail off and slowly make your way towards him, scared that what he says is too good to be true.

"Whattt?" He makes eye contact, genuinely curious why you were calling him.

"Maybe we should go back to the hotel and get you some water." Connie rubs Jean's back, completely disregarding what had just transpired between them.

"Wait—" Jean pulls away from Connie and faces towards you.

"I love-love you, okay?" He grazes his fingers across your forearm, not thinking much of what he just confessed.

You feel your face start to heat up and your heart begins to pound rapidly in your throat. You couldn't believe what you just heard, you think it's some sort of twisted lie that his drunken self has just stirred up. It was all too good to be true, right?

"You're wasted, Jean." You move your arm away, doubting everything he just spat out.

"I knew you didn't f-feel the samee way." He looks down on the floor, looking as if he wanted to barf and cry at the same time.

"Let's uh— go, Jean." Connie gives you a weak smile before taking him out of the bar.

You sit alone for a few minutes, not knowing what to do with yourself before deciding that you just needed to end this night already. You get your things and make your way to your hotel and check in.

You grab the keycard from the receptionist and head to your room, feeling completely empty inside. You didn't really feel like staying up any longer after what happened even though it was barely 11:30, so you took a shower and went to bed with Jean's confession playing repeatedly in your head.

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You wake up to knocking at your door, leaving you completely startled. You rub your eyes before looking at the clock, 4:54.

"What the fuck.." You mumble to yourself and get out of bed and check the peephole, seeing Jean with no shirt and pajama pants.

Your chest tightens and you immediately open the door, not giving it any thought.

"Y/n..." He rubs the back of his neck, not making any eye contact.

"Jean." You keep your body somewhat hidden behind the door, not knowing what to do.

"Can I please come in?" He looks at you, hoping you'll say yes.

"Well, are you still drunk?" You smile, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Oh no, I— um slept it off, I just have a headache." He laughs as you widen the door and allow him to walk in.

"Is everything okay?" You sit on the bed, hoping that he doesn't bring up anything he said at the bar.

"So, uh Connie told me everything." You feel your heart drop to your stomach, already assuming what his next words are going to be.

"And?" You close your eyes, preparing for the worst.

"I can't really take back what I said, you deserve to know the truth," Your eyes widen and you turn to look at him, his eyes on you, "I just need to know if you feel the same way."

"Y-You really like me?" You feel butterflies in your stomach, everything beginning to feel so surreal.

"Of course I do, what is there not to like about you." He chuckles and takes a seat next to you.

"Well um- I like you too... For a while now actually." You hesitate as you realize that this was real, Jean really sees you as more than just a friend.

"Really?" His face turns red, not noticing that he immediately took a hold of your hand.

"Yes, really." You squeeze his hand for reassurance.

You both stare into each other's eyes for a little bit, enjoying one another's presence, unaware that both of you start leaning in at the same time

Your lips slightly brush against each other, feeling the electricity trill through your body before connecting them and letting the warmth of his body consume you.

You've never shared a kiss like this before; one that's so deep and passionate and could almost feel all the feelings you have for one another being poured onto it.

"God, you're perfect," Jean whispers as he slowly lowers you to the point when you're laying flat on the bed and he's on top, both of his legs on each side of yours.

You glide your hand across his chiseled jaw while he has a firm grip on your waist, scared that if he let go it would all be over. You completely underestimated how much you wanted him, not just physically, but all of him.

"Do you want this?" He lifts his head and rubs his thumb in tiny circles on your cheek.

"I do." You grab his face with both of your hands, pulling him in for another slow and sensual kiss.

You grind slightly against him, already feeling the arousal pooling low in your stomach just from a kiss. You slide your hands down to his abs, lightly tracing them with your index finger.

He moves his hands down to your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it off to the side. His eyes widen, completely in shock that you were without a bra.

"What?" You giggle, lifting his chin to make eye contact.

"Nothing." He grins and gives you a peck, before turning his focus back down to your chest.

He starts by kissing on your collarbone, intertwining his hands with yours by the sides of your head; tightening his grip each time he marks your skin.

"Shit." You exhale heavily, loving the intimacy Jean created with everything he was doing to you.

He made his way to your tits, taking his hand to massage your left breast while he kisses and lightly sucks the other one with care. You run your hands through his hair, taking in everything he was doing to you.

"Is it okay if I- um go down on you?" He breathes out, feeling his hard cock get tight against his pants.

"Of course." You feel your face heat up and help him pull down your underwear.

He pepper kisses all the way down your stomach before reaching your slick center. You feel your heartbeat start to quicken, already feeling prepared as this was something you would think about endlessly, but before he did anything you feel your legs being hoisted onto his shoulders and his grip on your outer thighs become more firm.

You suddenly felt the pad of his thumb lightly press against your clit, involuntarily causing your hips to buck up. You glance down and see a smile across his face.

"I'm going to take my sweet time with you and I'll make sure you feel nothing but pleasure, okay?" He smirks at you and goes back down, not waiting for a response.

"O-Okay." You took in a sharp breath, unexpectedly feeling his hot wet tongue take in your arousal that covered your slit.

He focuses on your clit, doing sloppy circles at a tedious pace. Even though he just started, you love every second of this. It makes you feel so special to have someone wanting to spend a great deal of time just pleasing you and not worry about anything else.

His hands slowly rub up and down on the outer sides of your thighs, making his actions so much more intimate. He continues his sensual pace, as you grip his brown locks, feeling fuzzy.

"Mm, Jean," You moan, grinding against his mouth wanting a bit more.

He didn't hesitate, seemingly already knowing what you wanted, and slips his middle finger into you. He still wasn't rushing anything, wanting to make everything last as long as possible, wanting to ensure your first time with each other was nothing but perfect.

It slips into you effortlessly, taking his finger in while your walls clech against it. While you don't realize, Jean's dick is seeping with precum, making a small wet spot go through his boxers and onto his sweatpants.

"Another please." You're so ready to gush all over him; you never understood the effect unhurried foreplay could have on you until this moment. You didn't think it could turn you on this much, let alone cum, but fuck, Jean was making it happen and it was coming fast.

He pushes in his ring finger, curling them both to hit your g-spot, causing your vision to swim.

"Cum on my face, please," Jean mumbles, slightly picking up the speed but nothing too harsh and abrupt.

It didn't take long for you to fall apart, your thighs trembling against him as you moan out his name while gushing on his face and fingers.

"You sound so pretty saying my name." He pulls away and smirks at you, gently rubbing your clit to bring you back down from your high.

"Well maybe you should try and make me do it again," You giggle, feeling ready for what was about to happen.

He makes his way back up your body, pulling off his pants and boxers before aligning himself.

"Are you sure you want this?" He looks into your eyes, worried that he'll fuck up somehow and ruin everything.

"Yes, I'm sure." You pull him in for a gentle kiss, feeling him push into you and stretch you out.

You gasp, not expecting him to be as big as he was. You feel your walls clench against him trying to take him in as smoothly as possible even if it was borderline painful.

"Shit— are you okay?" Jean stops, giving you a worried look, noticing discomfort flash across your face.

"I'm fine, keep going," You reassure him and you mean it. It wasn't anything that was excruciatingly painful, but rather just pressure and soreness and you had to admit it felt fucking amazing.

"I'm still going to take it slow alright? I just— really want to enjoy this moment with you." He kisses your forehead and moves your hands to the top of your head, holding them with one hand and the other gripping the bed frame.

So many thoughts go through your head at once. One part of you was so happy that you and Jean were finally together, admitting to each other what you've kept hidden for years. The other was so fucking scared, scared that there was no certainty that either of you would be alive by next week. So you understood Jean's words and you wanted to enjoy every second with him as well, as if it were your last.

He slides further into you, already feeling his cock start to twitch in you from how tight you are.

"Fuuckk," He drawls, feeling his tip hit your cervix.

"Y-You feel so good," You whimper, feeling yourself coat his dick in arousal as your back starts to arch against his stomach.

He keeps his slow and sensual pace, resting his forehead against yours while giving you soft kisses between each thrust.

You close your eyes, savoring what he feels like inside you, his sluggish movements making you feel fuzzy and warm.

You feel the pressure build up in your stomach again, feeling him hit a spot so deep in you that you didn't realize was even there.

"'m gonna cum again." Your eyes roll back and you move your hips against him, seeing stars as he puts a bit more pressure into your sweet spot, feeling your walls start to flutter.

"Don't hold back." He moves his hand that is holding yours back down to your clit, setting you over the edge.

"Jean!" You throw your head back, losing yourself in the waves of sensations and feeling yourself tightly clutch on his cock.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum too." He immediately pulls out and begins pumping himself.

Your stomach becomes painted with hot white spurts of cum, seeing Jean's face wash over with bliss and relief.

"That was... wow." Jean smiles and pulls you in for one final kiss before putting back on his clothes and walks over to the bathroom to get paper towels.

"That was worth the wait," You giggle, reaching your hand forward as you try to grab the paper towels from his hand.

"No, please, let me." He lightly pushes you back down, gently wiping down your stomach and making sure you were clean before laying back down next to you.

"Thank you, Jean." You rest your head against his chest, listening to his heart beat.

"Why are you thanking me?" He clumsily traces your back, taking in your scent.

"Making me happy." You pull away and look into his eyes, caressing his cheek.

"Well in that case, I promise I will do everything I can to make you as happy as possible for the rest of our lives." He chuckles and kisses your temple before pulling you back into his chest, both of you drifting off to sleep.

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aomine-ryo · 5 years ago

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okii so..i’ve been having a bad case of allergies lately so um can i maybe request GOM with a sick gf that still tries to work/go to school etc. it can be either scenarios or headcanons:)) thank youuu💗💗

Hope you enjoy this!! And I hope you feel better soon xx 💕

Scenario: GOM with their sick s/o who still tries to come to school

Kise

When you woke up that morning you felt dazed; your head had a piercing pain and your throat was scratchy and sore. You headed off to school with a mask on despite feeling under the weather because your exams were around the corner and you had so many doubts that needed answers.

Upon seeing you enter class, Kise sprang up with excitement (as he usually would), but seeing your dreary eyes as well as your mask, his excited expression quickly turned into worry. “Y/N-cchi, are you okay?” The blonde asked with concern as he approached you.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just woke up feeling a bit under the weather,” you croaked, your throat somehow feeling worse than it did that morning as you walked over to your desk next to Kise.

As you put your things down, Kise suddenly placed a hand on your forehead, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you looked back at him for answers. “You’re hot!” Kise exclaimed, “And I’m not talking about the sexy way- though that’s true too.”

You giggled at Kise’s remarks as you took your seat at your desk. You assured him that you were alright, but he wasn’t having it.

“Go home Y/N-cchi! I’ll ask the teachers your questions and I’ll come over after school to give them to you,” Kise suggested, his concern making your heart melt.

“I’ll be okay, it’s sweet that you’d do that though,” you smiled at the pouty amber-eyed boy, immediately realising that he couldn’t see your smile in the first place because of the mask- which he joked about without hesitation.

“You’re such a dummy, Y/N-cchi,” Kise giggled, “But I’ll stick by your side all day to make sure you’re okay!”

You sighed, giving in to your boyfriend’s concerns, slightly glad because you loved having him around you. Kise stuck by that promise more or less, but he did wander off somewhere after school ended, and you assumed he headed off for his practice so you put on your backpack and began to leave the class, feeling as though your head was weighing you down. To your surprise, you ran into Kise in the courtyard. “Oh hi, I thought you had practice,” you said to him softly.

“I do, but I went there to tell Captain that I won’t be there today,” Kise replied as the two of you began to walk to the school gate together. “I’m gonna take my Y/N-cchi home and feed her my special soup and tuck her in bed!” Kise sang.

“You don’t need to do that Ryouta,” you spoke, glad that you were wearing a mask because you were sure that the smile you wore underneath was awfully dorky.

Without doubt, Kise walked you home, ignoring anything you had to say against it; he even carried your backpack for you. After feeding you the chicken soup he made, as though he was a mother feeding a baby, he tucked you into bed, just like he said he would.

“Aren’t my tucking skills amazing?” Kise stated proudly as he took a seat on the foot of your bed.

“They’re average,” you joked, just so you could watch him do that cute pout.

“Y/N-cchi that’s so mean!” Kise whined; it was his turn to be the baby now.

“You know I’m joking,” you giggled. “Thank you for doing this for me,” you spoke, forgetting the last time you felt this happy while being sick.

“Anything for you, Y/N-cchi,” Kise said, flashing you a smile. “You better not come to school tomorrow if you’re not in top form okay?” He said, his sweet voice quickly changing to a stern one.

“Alright,” you sighed, finding it difficult to keep your eyes open at this point.

Kise’s words began to drown out slowly and all you could hear was a cheerful noise. The blonde haired boy seemed to notice you drifting off, and he couldn’t help but grin- he thought you looked adorable. He stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Hope you feel better soon Y/N-cchi, I love you.”

Midorima

“Y/N! Your Oha Asa today wasn’t good! You came last!” Midorima said frantically when you met him outside your house to head to school. However, upon seeing your pale and sickly face, the Oha Asa became the least of his worries. “You don’t look too well, Y/N,” he said softly.

“I’m just a bit,” you stopped to let out a cough, “sick.”

“Why are you going to school then?” Midorima asked, stopping in his tracks, ready to drag you back home at any moment.

“I need to help some teachers out- there’s some event happening soon,” you told him. “I promised that I’d help out.”

“I’m not letting you do that,” Midorima said sternly. “You’re going back home.”

“Shintaro, I made a promise- I have to go,” you said, refusing to let your slight sickness stop you from fulfilling a promise.

“Fine, then I’ll fill your place,” he shrugged, “you need to get some rest.”

“You can’t just fill my place, you’re not really the best artist out there,” you said, wishing that he’d just drop it and continue to walk.

“Well, Takao is rather good at art- I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. You can just send me a text with the details- from your bed.”

“But Shintaro—”

“You’re going home, come on,” Midorima stopped you, as he beckoned you to follow him back to your house. “Besides, I doubt you would’ve gotten too far because your Oha Asa today was awful,” he added as you began to walk back home with him.

“Could you apologise to Miss Anato for me?” you requested when you reached your doorstep once again.

“Of course. Take care of yourself okay? I might drop by after practice to check up on you,” he said, as serious as ever.

“You don’t need to do that, I’m not a child, Shintaro,” you told him, even though you knew he wouldn’t listen to you.

“You have your childish moments,” Midorima shrugged, making you smile.

You bid your goodbyes and you headed back inside, feeling guilty for skipping out on school. However the thought of Midorima taking care of things eased your mind a little, because you knew you could count on him.

When you awoke from your nap in the afternoon, you immediately reached out to check on your phone, as usual. You opened the texts that Midorima sent you and smiled. He had sent you pictures of him and Takao helping out Miss Anato and your worries about your workload seemed to fade away.

Just as you expected, Midorima made a stop by your house after his practice. He bought you some soup from his favourite restaurant as well as your lucky item for the next day because, “If you have your lucky item, you can’t get sick.”

Midorima stayed at your house for an hour or two, catching you up on your lessons as well as telling you how the event preparations went. Talking to him made you feel as though you weren’t sick in the first place. You felt happy and loved, and it was moments like those where you’re extra grateful to have him looking over you.

Aomine

When Aomine saw you sitting in class, he was confused. He didn’t expect you to come to school considering the fact that you didn’t seem well on the phone with him the night before. “Y/N, I thought you were sick,” Aomine said to you, without even greeting you.

“Oh hey. I’m alright,” you said hoarsely as you sniffled, which wasn’t very convincing to your statement.

“Yeah you totally sound alright,” Aomine said sarcastically. “I can’t believe you’d come to school.”

“Yeah well,” you croaked, before clearing your throat, “my attendance isn’t exactly the best since I’ve skipped a bunch of classes with someone.”

Aomine couldn’t help but grin as he thought of all the times the two of you skipped class up on the roof to do all kinds of things. He tried to ignore the thoughts as colour rose in his cheeks, “But still,” was the only argument he had.

Aomine spent the entire school day looking over you, feeling responsible for you having to come to school in the first place. The end of the school day had arrived and when he looked over to your desk, he saw that you had your head down.

He walked over to you and poked your arm, soon realising that you had dozed off. Aomine gave you a small shake, causing you to stir awake, “Y/N, it’s time to go home,” he said softly, but you felt too weak to move.

Aomine sighed and heaved you into his back, deciding to carry you home. Despite you being half asleep on his back, Aomine didn’t hesitate to lecture you the entire way home. “You shouldn’t have come, you should know better,” he said, all his words garnering only a hum from you, the smell of his cologne brought you so much comfort that you didn’t mind what he was saying.

Once you finally got home, Aomine plopped you down onto your bed and stretched, letting out a huge groan. “You’re a real handful sometimes, Y/N,” Aomine said as he began to take your shoes off and tuck you into bed. “You better get well soon because it’s very hard for me to not kiss you right now.”

“Thank you, Daiki. I love you,” you said in what was barely a whisper as you smiled at his remarks.

Aomine became flustered by the word of thanks, “No worries, you’re a handful, but you’re my handful, so I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said, shrugging. Hearing that made you smile as you pulled your comforter closer to your body and before you knew it, you were out cold. Looking at your sleeping form, the blue eyed boy couldn’t help but smile. He knew that no matter what ill-advised situation you got yourself into, he would gladly help you. Plus it felt rather refreshing for him to be giving the lectures for once in his life.

Murasakibara

When Murasakibara saw you walking through the school gates with a mask on and looking sickly, his concerns were immediately shifted to you. “Y/N-chin, are you sick?” He asked, even though he knew that you were.

“Kind of,” you coughed, “it’s not a big deal.”

“You look awful,” he said bluntly, as he observed your lifeless eyes.

“Geez thanks, that’s what everyone wants to hear from their boyfriends,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” Murasakibara said, clicking his tongue. You tried to head to your class, but the purple haired boy immediately stopped you. “I don’t think you should be going to school like that.”

“But there’s so much work I need to do before midterms,” you told him, your voice breaking several times in between.

“Nope, I’m taking you home,” Murasakibara refused.

“But Atsushi—”

“You know I can easily just pick you up and take you there myself, so save me the trouble,” he said, cutting your arguments off. You let out a deep sigh and gave in, you knew that no matter what you said he’d just pick you up.

You turned around and Murasakibara began to follow you. “Don’t you have school?” you questioned, wondering why the large boy was by your side.

“Eh, I’d rather take care of you,” Murasakibara shrugged, fishing out a packet of crisps from his backpack.

When the two of you got back to your place, Murasakibara took out all the snacks that he knew you’d like and dumped them on your bed.

“They say that you should eat before taking any medicine, but all I have is snacks. I ordered some soup from this restaurant, they should come by soon,” Murasakibara informed.

“Where on earth did you find a place that delivers soup, especially at this time?” you questioned, slightly impressed.

“I have my ways,” he shrugged as he opened up a packet of sour candies that were your favourite, “Eat up.”

“This is healthy eating at its finest,” you joked, as the candies seemed to brighten up your mood in the slightest bit. About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang with the soup that Murasakibara had ordered. “Why’d you order two bowls? Are you sick too?” You inquired as he took the soup out and placed it carefully on your bedside table.

“No, I just like this soup,” he answered simply, “plus I don’t think I should be sharing soup with you.”

“Fair enough,” you responded, as you sipped on a spoonful of the steaming liquid. “Woah this is amazing,” you said, the feeling of the warm soup sliding down your sore throat making you feel ten times better.

The two of you chatted a bit while drinking the soup, and once you were done, Murasakibara cleared up all the wrappers from your bed and threw them out. He returned to his seat at the foot of your bed as you began to cover your shivering body with your comforter.

“Thank you for being there for me, Atsushi,” you said, unable to wipe the smile off of your face. “Though I do feel bad for making you miss school.”

“School is too boring,” he groaned at the thought of his studies, “Plus I’d be there for you no matter what anyways.”

“I love you,” you said softly as you felt your eyelids become heavier.

“I love you too, Y/N-chin,” the purple eyed boy said, a smile growing on his lips as he stood up to leave. He glanced at you once more with admiration in his eyes, wanting nothing but for you to be okay because you were one of the very few things that he truly cared for.

Akashi

When you told Akashi that you weren’t feeling well one night, he immediately knew that you were going to attempt to attend school the next day despite your illness. So he decided to drop by your house early so that you didn’t waste energy on getting ready in the morning. Akashi rand the doorbell and you answered the door, still in pyjamas, as Akashi had hoped.

“Akashi? You’re early,” you said, the morning light making your headache worse. “Come in, I’ll start getting ready.”

“There’s no need for that, Y/N,” Akashi said, accepting the invitation to come in. “I know you’re sick.”

“Huh? No, I-” your voice cracked and you immediately cleared your throat to recover, “I’m fine, I need to go to school.”

Akashi knew that you would argue if he tried to convince you otherwise so he said, “Fine, we’ll get a thermometer and if your temperature is normal, you can go to school. Deal?”

You knew that Akashi wouldn’t say something like that if he wasn’t sure he’d win, but your pride still took him on, wanting to be sure that you were truly ill. You grabbed a thermometer from the cabinet in the bathroom and sat on the couch in the living room with the device under your tongue.

After two minutes of waiting, Akashi took the thermometer out and checked the temperature, and his smile of victory said it all. “38 degrees Celsius- you’re staying at home,” he stated, the disappointed look on your face making him feel a bit bad. “Don’t worry, I’ll share all my notes with you. Plus I’ll come back after school and give you company, okay?” He said reassuringly, making you feel slightly better and you bid your goodbyes before dragging yourself back to bed, where you slept until the late afternoon.

When you finally stirred awake, you saw Akashi sitting at the foot of your bed, reading a book. He noticed your movement out of the corner of his eye and looked over with a smile, “Hey, you’re awake! Your mother let me in,” he clarified before you could think that he broke into your house. “I brought you some ramen from this really nice place,” he said, pointing at a paper bag that sat on your desk, and you smiled because he remembered that you didn’t like soup that much.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice still as weak as before.

“Of course,” Akashi smiled, glad that he could put a smile on your face too. You and Akashi chatted for hours. He told you about everything that happened in school that day, joking a bit here and there which brightened your mood as you ate the delicious ramen he bought.

You didn’t realise how much time had passed until you finally looked at your phone a few hours later. “Woah it’s late, you should probably go back home,” you informed him, though you wished he could stay for even longer.

Akashi sighed and stood up from his seat on your bed. “Okay, and if you don’t feel better tomorrow, you’ve got to go to the doctor alright?” He said, acting like he was your daddy dad.

“Okay, I will. Text me when you get home okay?” You told him as he gathered his things to leave.

Akashi hummed in agreement as he looked back at you lovingly. “Get better soon, Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, giving him a gentle smile, just wishing that you could kiss him. “Thank you for coming here. It made me feel much better.”

“That’s good to hear,” he grinned, “You know I’d do anything for you.”

Kuroko

When you answered Kuroko’s knock on your door one morning with droopy eyes and a face mask on, he immediately began to worry. “Y/N-kun, you don’t look too good. Are you sick?”

You cleared your throat, “Yeah kind of,” you understated, feeling your head spin.

“I don’t think you should be going to school then.”

“I need to be preparing for the midterms,” you said, pausing to cough, “I have to go.”

“There’s plenty of time until then. You should go back in and rest,” Kuroko said, making up his mind about not letting you go to school like this.

“But Tetsu, what if the teacher says something important in class?” you frowned as you leaned against the door frame so that you don’t lose balance due to your spinning head.

“I’ll be sure to inform you about everything the teachers say,” Kuroko said reassuringly, “We can have a study date or something when you’re not sick.”

You sighed and complied with Kuroko’s advice, trusting him to tell you about anything important as you put your pyjamas back on and went to bed. It took you some time to fall back asleep because your head was pounding, but when you finally managed doze off, it was one of the deepest slumbers you ever had.

You woke up in the evening to the sound of the doorbell ringing through your empty house. You groaned and stretched a bit before slowly going toward the door, trying to fight back the headache (that seemed better than it was in the morning, but was still a pain). Upon opening the front door, you heard a small bark as the adorable little Nigou rushed towards you, standing on his hind legs as his other two paws were against your leg. “Hi Nigou!” You giggled as you picked him up.

Standing at your doorstep was a smiling Kuroko, who held a small stuffed toy as well as a paper bag in his hand. “Looks like Nigou missed you,” the blue eyed boy smiled sweetly as he lifted up the items in his hands, “I got you some tea and cake from your favourite cafe,” he said as he stepped into your house and closed the door behind him. “Plus I saw this teddy bear in the front window of a shop and I immediately thought that you’d find it cute so I got you that too.”

You felt your insides warm up at the gesture as the smile on your face grew even wider. “That’s so thoughtful, Tetsu! And yes that teddy bear is so cute,” you said softly before the two of you headed to the living room, where you sat on the couch with Nigou in your lap.

“How are you feeling?” Kuroko asked you as you sipped on the hot tea.

“My head hurts, but seeing you and Nigou again made me feel much better,” you told him weakly.

“I’m glad I could help,” Kuroko smiled as he looked at the dog that was dozing off on your lap, “He was lonely at practice today since you weren’t there,” he added, chuckling softly.

“Oh no, I wish I was there,” you pouted as you began to pet the dog gingerly. You and Kuroko continued to chat for a while as he told you about school and practice. Spending time with Kuroko somehow made your sickness lose a bit of it’s intensity as you talked into the night, laughing at every one of his jokes.

Your mother had come back home and invited Kuroko to stay for dinner (mostly because she thought that Nigou was the most precious thing in existence) though he politely declined. “I should really get going, it’s getting quite late,” Kuroko said, finally standing up from the couch.

You couldn’t help but pout as you picked Nigou up into your arms before walking to the front door with Kuroko. “Thanks for coming over. I had fun,” you said to him as he stepped back out onto your doorstep and took Nigou off your arms.

“Me too, I hope you feel better soon,” he wished before walking out, turning back to wave and say, “Goodbye, Y/N! I love you.”

You waved back with a smile, “Bye, I love you too,” you spoke, giggling as you watched Nigou scuttle behind your boyfriend. As you headed back inside, you were glad that he had visited because you couldn’t remember the last time you were that happy while being sick.

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reidglasess · 4 years ago

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Ribs

Summary: Y/N and Spencer are dating and Spencer came home to and Empty house he called you and you picked up telling him you were around the corner at the pharmacy getting snacks he hangs up and you continue your way home when something happens ( GIF IS NOT MINE) - TELL ME IF I’M MISSING ANY WARNINGS!!!!

Pairing: Y/N x Spencer Reid

Warning: Mentions of death, Mentions of car accident , wholesome ig?

I was in Isle 4 when my Phone rang and i took it out of my pocket and saw Spencer was calling me so i picked up and he asked me where i was and i tell him that i was at the store and he tells me i love you and that he’ll see me home and then hangs up.

I eventually check out, Only coming to the store for a box of popcorn some chips and drinks. It was raining and i loved the rain it always felt so calm and relaxing it made you feel at home but one thing led to another and next thing I knew there was a bright light coming closer and closer and just like that I was out and all i remember was feeling cold and sleepy.

It was all Happening so fast you were admiring the rain not paying attention to the road and before you know all of your memories are being played like if it was a movie. The first thing i saw was my very first Memory with Spencer.

It was my First Day working at the B.A.U you were Elle Greenway’s Replacement and to say the least you were nervous and sacred but didn’t let it show, but to your dismay you where greeted by the spill of a very hot liquid on you. The person responsible for the hot coffee spilt on you speaks up and says “ I’M So So So Sorry” he looks at you as if trying to search for any signs of anger but doesn’t find anything i finally speak up and say “ It’s okay it’s not your fault i wasn’t looking where i was going” looking up and finding a man surprisingly taller than me with messy hair and some glasses i manage to remove my stained shirt and leave myself with a tank top and some jeans and sneakers.

The drink you spilt all over me.

i muster the courage and ask him “ hey do you know where i can find Aaron Hotchner’s office?” he looks at me funny and takes me to his office and once i get there it turns white and i’m back at my car and all i can hear are voices but i don’t recognize them. One of them tells me “ Miss are you okay, what’s your name, do you know someone who can come and get you.”

'Lover's Spit' left on repeat

But before i can even answer im being sucked into the light again and this time i’m not at the B.A.U i’m with spencer in front of my house and he looking at me and i see him kiss me and once that happened i could feel his lips on mine the love radiating from his body this was mine and spencer’s first kiss he told me if i wanted to be his girlfriend and i said yes, i remember being so happy and excited that i was his and he was mine.

I feel pressure on my chest when i open my eyes i see a man doing movements on my chest i look at him and he’s wearing a medics uniform nest i know there’s flashing red lights and i fall back into a pit of darkness soon turing into light and im back into my memories but this time its different i’m back home with my parents.

My mom and dad let me stay home

Mom Dad!! please let me stay home!!! i don’t feel like going to Auntie Katies house all she does is talk about her and how great her life is going and how she’s way better than us. My Parents look at me and say “ Okay fine but no boy’s no making a mess and don’t open the door to strangers”. I look at them and say “ Thank you so much”

I hear the voices again they get closer and close until i make them up and i manage to say “ S-S-Spencer” the Medic looks at me and he says “ Who’s Spencer Miss” trying to keep me awake and then i say “ S-Spencer R-Reid” and then after that i knock back out and see more of my lovely memories.

It drives you crazy getting old

Happy birthday to you.. Happy Birthday to you.. Happy Birthday. Dear Y/N Happy Birthday to youuu!!! Claps and whistles can be heard in the meeting room as J.J comes in with a cake with two Candles that have the numbers 30 on them and i think to myself how fast the years have gone by Spencer comes up to me and kisses me on the cheek and says “ Happy birthday Love..”.

We can talk it so good We can make it so divine We can talk it good How you wish it would be all the time

You wake up again feeling even more tired than you were before and this time your laying down and you being pushed on your back on a bed with bright lights on top of you. I being to turn my head when i see Spencer i lift my arm for him and he notices and says “ Y/N please stay with me i can’t lose you i’m nothing without you please please i need you here with me, i was planning on catching you by surprise i was going to propose to you i need you here i want a life with you please don’t leave i love you so much”

I start to feel cold and sleepy and i get brought back to my memories just that instead of reliving them one by one i see all of them at the same time, and i can feel myself start to cry and i no longer feel cold and tired but as soon as the feeling goes away it comes back 1 ten times more worse and i’m at my childhood home and i see my mom she’s looking at me and comes up to me and says “ Y/N baby is that you ?” I walk up to her and say “ Mama ?” she looks at me with a smile on her face and says “ What are you doing here it’s not time yet mija” i look at her in confusion and i say “ Mama am i dead?” he walks closer and says “ No mija your in between you can choose to leave everyone or you can come with me” apart of me wants to leave and another wants to stay.

This dream isn't feeling sweet We're reeling through the midnight streets And I've never felt more alone It feels so scary getting old

Meanwhile Spencer come through the Surgery doors and saw that you were flatlining and he came to your side and said “ Y/N please come back to me don’t leave me yet please i need you the team needs you”

You hear this in your state of mind and you can tell your mom does to and she says “ From the looks of it that boy of yours wants you to come back” i look at her and say “ yeah spencer is great you would love him” i smile at thought of me and Spencer i look at my mom and i say “ Mom.. i think i’m going to back to spencer i need him and he needs me” she smiles and says “ Okay mija i respect that plus i need some. grandbabies..”

Your heart on the monitor begins to beep again and spencer feels a wave of happiness and hope, next thing you know your awake in a hospital bed with and I.V in your arm and a nasal cannula you look around but only see blurry and you speak out in a hoarse voice “ S-Spencer” you try and sit up but he quickly beats you and says “ NO-No don’t get up you can hurt yourself” i look at him and says “ What Happened” he looks down at his hands and says “ what do you remember” i look into the distance and say “ i remember driving back home, admiring the rain next thing i know i’m watching my memories” he looks up from his hands and says “ The roads were wet and slippery some jackass was going the wrong way and crashed into you”.

( i skipped ahead a few )

You're the only friend I need (You're the only friend I need) Sharing beds like little kids (Sharing beds like little kids) And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (Laughing 'til our ribs get tough) But that will never be enough (But that will never be enough)You're the only friend I need (You're the only friend I need) Sharing beds like little kids (Sharing beds like little kids) And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (Laughing 'til our ribs get tough) But that will never be enough (But that will never be enough)

The nurse came in and asked if spencer was gonna stay and he said yes the nurse left and came back 10 min later with a pillow and blanket for the sofa after she leaves he climbs in next you on the hospital bed and you and him lay there in silence. Knowing that you are once again safe in his arms like many times before feeling that wave of a speedy recovery and you begin to feel sleepy, so you close your eyes and dream about a happy life with spencer.

( she did not die btw)

#spencer reid #spencer x y/n #criminal minds #fluff #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst

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sweetcathedral · 4 years ago

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Note: Final part! Part 1 & Part 2 are here.

⚠️: Reader’s discretion is advised. This chapter contains forms of dubious consent and explores the theme of sex being used as self-harm.

Suna turns his attention to him. “Don’t you get tired?” He questioned with purpose.

“That doesn’t matter,” Tsukki replied defensively.

“Yes, it does.” He takes another puff of his cigarette.

“I was just asking if you were free or not—”

“Your habit of sleeping around isn’t for pleasure or self satisfaction anymore, right?” It was pointless trying to make someone like Tsukki come to the self-realization of his habit, so Suna decided to just force him to come out with it, regardless of the outcome. “Constantly sleeping around with no regard to whom you’re doing it with. And if I say no, then you’ll just call one of your toys out for the night.”

“I thought we agreed that this relationship wouldn’t go anywhere beyond fucking each other.” Tsukki was getting annoyed.

“Is it because of Kuroo’s girlfriend?” Suna ignored him, continuing to press onto the topic. “Is that why you feel the need to fuck someone tonight? Not because you’re turned on or anything, but because you hate the way you feel right now.”

“… shut up …”

Not yet.

“You were mad that there were no flaws to her because you needed to hate her in a reasonable sense.”

“I said shut up …”

More.

“You hated the jealousy you felt and compared yourself to her to see who would be better suited for Kuroo, knowing that he’s already happy in this relationship. You felt empty knowing this and wanted to fill that void with anything to ‘help’ you move on from Kuroo. And you think sex would do the trick?”

Tsukki avoided looking Suna in the eye with his fingers curled into a fist, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. Suna felt the need to keep on pressing him. Anything to let him vent out, so the thought of sex wouldn’t be an option for his outlet right now.

“If you don’t like the way sex is feeling—!”

A sharp pain shot through Suna’s cheek.

“Quit talking like you know how I feel!” Tsukki had slapped him hard across the face. “I don’t care about whether or not it feels good, I consented to it! So why do you even care?! I never asked you to care in the first place!” He snapped.

There.

“You may not have asked for it, but you need it! Someone to care for you, at least!” Suna fumed, letting the cigarette drop to the ground from his lips.

Tsukki collected his composure, deeply exhaling. “Fine. I’ll call someone else then.”

“For fucks sake, would you listen,” Suna sneered, grabbing Tsukki and holding him up against the wall by the arms. “The way you’re handling this isn’t right. You’re not thinking straight, you need to take a breather.”

“I’ll decide how I handle myself,” Tsukki yanked himself out of his grip, storming back into the restaurant.

Again, Suna wasn’t able to get through to him properly. It always ended like this anyways, everytime he tried to get Tsukki to let loose another way, he always ended up leaving him for another. Time and time again, he’d fight with Tsukki to reason with him, helping him be more self aware with himself.

Tsukki was right, Suna didn’t know how he felt and he might’ve been invasive with what he said, but Tsukki wouldn’t have reacted that way if what he said was wrong. He knows that feelings were out of the question, but is it so wrong to be worried about Tsukki’s well being, despite being in a sex-only relationship. Does he need to have feelings for him to care? Tsukki didn’t have to depend on him with everything, only when he felt like he couldn’t shoulder the burden anymore. That’s what Suna established this relationship for: not only to keep Tsukki from recklessly sleeping around with strangers, but to also help carry the burden for him. Communication, that was all Suna needed.

When he got back into the restaurant, Suna had forgotten about Tsukki slapping him across the face that his cheek had noticeably swollen up.

“Suna, your face!” Atsumu frantically put his glass of iced water to his cheek.

Suna winced, only realizing how painful it felt. That was one hell of a slap.

“What happened?!” Hinata worriedly asked.

Kageyama gave him his last yakitori to make him feel better, while Kenma asked the waiter for some ice.

“Hey, where’d Tsukki go?” Suna looked at his empty seat.

“He left to go meet up with a friend,” Hinata informed.

Friend my ass.

Memories of the sexual marks on Tsukki’s body flashed in Suna’s head.

He checked his phone for any messages. Nothing. Obviously, Tsukki wouldn’t message him any type of reassurance after fighting like that. Looking back on it now, he feels guilty for being the reason to push Tsukki into that decision. Fuck, I should’ve said yes.

“You okay?” Kenma asked with a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Suna painfully smiled, laughing it off as he internally blamed himself for tonight’s ordeal. Thinking that he could’ve done better to help Tsukki.

* A picture of Suna and Tsukki with their fans is shared.*

~.x.~dinobear~.x.~: tsukki!!!

rrx.98: saw this on my friends ig, im so jealous😭

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: LUCKY!!

keiko_katanaka_: (reply to @rrx.98) your friends are so cute !

rrx.98: (reply to @keiko_katanaka_) thank youuu, I honestly love them❤️❤️

user99109992844: where did the girl in the middle get her top from??

apple_pie_2: so prettyyyy

zoomzoom: @chuupetchi im saving this

zoomzoom: @sumatso @tofurice @orange.ritz

orange.ritz: Suna can smile🥺

sumatso: aww Sunaa

tofurice: 🥰

* A picture of Kenma, Hinata, Tsukki, Kageyama, Atsumu and Suna at their table at the Korean bbq restaurant is shared. *

user10177498232: omg! I work there but I wasn’t working this shift

user32334700981: WAS THIS TODAY???????

rrx.98: I work near there😮

bokurokuto: @zoomzoom you guys went without me?☹️

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) @akaashikeiji

akaashikeiji: (reply to @bokurokuto) we went out today

~chan.yan05~: Ken and Hina are so cute !!

realanon00: I saw Suna and Tsukki head to the back, but I didn’t wanna follow after what happened to Suna

user44448103945: (reply to @realanon00) I feel bad for him ….

user30004847269: (reply to @realanon00) wait what happened

realanon00: (reply to @user30004847269) Suna had a stalker incident

* Article: Accused stalker who stabbed pro volleyball player pleads ‘not guilty’ by reason of insanity link is shared. *

* Article: Suna Rintarou of EJP taken out for the remainder of the season to recover from stab wounds link is shared. *

* Article: Pro volleyball player, Suna Rintarou, rushed to ICU in critical condition after altercation with stalker link is shared. *

* Article: Pro volleyball player, Suna Rintarou, miraculously survives critical stab wounds to the lower abdomen link is shared. *

* Article: Suna Rintarou in critical condition after stalker altercation, EJP coach rushes the decision to take him out for the rest of the season link is shared. *

* Article: Fans pray outside the hospital of Suna Rintarou, wishing him a speedy recovery link is shared. *

user30004847269: 😧😧😧😧😧

~chan.yan05~: aw man i remember this….

clx.90s: my heart sank when i read how bad his condition was

2k1990s: i remember watching the games, all of them started with a moment of silence for Suna

littletibetanfox: the atmosphere was so heavy during that season, im glad he recovered well

realanon00: Suna came back with a swollen cheek, but that was after Tsukki got back and left..

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: 👀

godcomplex101: yikes😬

user50011823241: Tsukki and Suna have been hanging around each other a lot lately

apple_pie_2: but theyre in diff teams

godcomplex101: oop tea???

user30004847269: its also not the league season yet

realanon00: maybe they live together ?

rrx.98: their teams are in diff prefex

clx.90s: i mean they have summer practices now so maybe its another training camp 🤷‍♀️

apple_pie_2: truu

zoomzoom: @chuupetchi

orange.ritz: (reply to @zoomzoom) 😗

sumatso: (reply to @zoomzoom) Suna you good?

darealest02: i know Tsukishima sleeps around a lot, my older brother went to college with him

rrx.98: (reply to @darealest02) wait whatt

_____fiveunderscores.: (reply to @darealest02) huuhhhh

clx.90s: yeah.. everytime i see a recent pic of him he always has a hickey somewhere new

zoomzoom: @guccibird @yachan96 collect your boy

guccibird: (reply to @zoomzoom) ….

yachan96: (reply to @zoomzoom) we’re not with him 24/7, its my first time hearing of this

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) we see him most of the time, we can talk to him

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) only during our summer intensives

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) yeah! like now!

* A video recording of Suna and Tsukki fighting at the back of the restaurant from a public street view is shared. *

zoomzoom: 🤭

orange.ritz: noooo

bokurokuto: oh..

rrx.98: WHAT

guccibird: @yachan96 I CANT HEAR WHAT THEYRE SAYING

yachan96: (reply to @guccibird) WAIT ME TOO

clx.90s: DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THEYR SAYING

zoomzoom: @chuupetchi I KNOW YOURE ONLINE

user30004847269: naahhhh

user30004847269: this is a lieeeee

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: 😶😶

apple_pie_2: 😳

~chan.yan05~: 😨😨

realanon00: wait who uploaded this ???

realanon00: howd you get this

user77700178329: i was on my way back from work until i heard yelling coming from the restaurant

user77700178329: it was eerily quiet too, so they were loud

user50011823241: shiiit

* A video recording of Suna and Tsukki fighting at the back of the restaurant from a public street view was removed. *

realanon00: oh?

user77700178329: awkard

apple_pie_2: that was quick

sumatso: @zoomzoom you get that?

zoomzoom: (reply to @sumatso) ya I got that

sumatso: (reply to @zoomzoom) send that to us @tofurice @orange.ritz @guccibird @yachan96

zoomzoom: @bokurokuto practice is gonna look awkward….

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) dw we can fix this 😊

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) no, its not our business

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) their our friends 👯

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) they need our help

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) @akaashikeiji

akaashikeiji: @bokurokuto i think we should leave this to them

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: could they be dating ??

~chan.yan05~: dont know, i mean if they are theyre doing a good job at keeping it lowkey

rrx.98: 👀👀

user77700178329: nah theyre just friends

user77700178329: i overheard Suna trying to get Tsukishima to stop sleeping around, apparently hes getting outta hand now😬

2k1990s: oh nooo😔

clx.90s: i feel bad, I hope he’s okay

apple_pie_2: ew..😒

littletibetanfox: i hope Suna’s okay, that slap looked painful 😖

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lustinglilac · 4 years ago

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Hi can I get a Sad Eyes x reader with numbers #15 & #46 from the prompt list where the reader is Oscars ‘little’ sister and she’s going through something (maybe MH issues?) and her liking Sad Eyes isn’t helping her and Sad Eyes is worried about her. Thank youuu lovely🥰🤎

The only MH issue that I would feel comfortable writing about is anxiety so I hope you don’t mind! I got a little carried away with this. *ALL credit for the name José goes to other writers*

Part 2 to this request!

TW: anxiety, panic attack

15. “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

46. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

GIF BY: @merakiaes 🖤

It had been a few days after the incident and her confessing her love for her brother’s best friend.

She cringed every single time she thought about it, wanting to go back and delete the message as if it never happened.

But she found solace in the fact that he’d admitted some type of feeling back to her.

“Jasmine— I feel terrible. What if he was just saying that to say it? To not hurt my feelings?” The doubt settling in rather quickly as she spoke to one of her good friends.

Jasmine sighs, “Babe, for as long as we’ve known him, he would never do that to you. Ever. And if he does, I’ll beat his ass up, honey.”

“I don’t know how to feel. I just need some time.” She nods her head, convincing herself that that’s all she needed, time away from him.

•••

As if on cue, Sad Eyes had shown up to the house to drop something off for her brother. She didn’t bother to leave her room to greet him and he noticed. Usually, she’d be the first to smile and hug him when she’d see him.

The shuffling outside of her doorway caught her attention for a second, hoping no one was going to come in, “Cesar— how’s your sister doin’?” José asks hushedly.

“She’s good. Just wasn’t feeling well today so she might be sleeping.” Cesar answers.

“It’s 6 o’clock... she never goes to sleep this early.” He thinks back to the times she’d stay up waiting for Spooky to come home after a late night meeting.

“Yeah, early night, I guess.” Cesar merely shrugs, trying to take attention away from the situation. “C’mon, let’s go see what Oscar’s doing.”

With that, the two of them leave. José’s first instinct being to burst through her bedroom door and give her a hug, like she’d given him so many times before. But, he composed himself, hoping she’d feel better tomorrow.

That night, he’d texted her wanting to make sure she was okay.

José Guzman: Hey. I stopped by.. Cesar told me you weren’t feeling well. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. Goodnight.

Her screen lit up with his name, her eyes welling up with tears as she read the message. She sniffles back a sob, locking her phone and putting it under her pillow, a stray tear streaming down her face.

The next day, she’d woken up with puffy eyes, getting out of bed slowly as not to disturb the pounding in her head. She brushed her teeth and did her hair, putting on clothes and walking out of her room into the kitchen where her brothers were.

“Good morning. You feeling okay?” Cesar was the first at her side offering her a bowl of cereal, to which she hesitantly took.

Oscar looks up from his phone, “What happened? Everythin’ okay, hermana?” His dark eyes concerned as he looked at his younger sister.

She nods slowly, trying not to cry again, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m okay.” She swallows down the lump in her throat, refusing to look at her brothers until she didn’t feel the urge to cry.

Anxiety was a bitch. Always had been. Not allowing her to fend for herself and especially making her think she wasn’t capable of anyone loving her.

José made it a promise, even though she hadn’t known, that he’d always be there for her just like Oscar and Cesar were. She was his to protect.

“¿Estas segura?” Oscar puts his phone down, putting his full attention on his sister.

“Si, estoy bién.” She grins softly, avoiding eye contact with him all together. He takes her soft hand in his, squeezing it gently, as if to let her know he was there for her. He’d always be.

“I’m gonna get going, Ruby’s waiting for me. I’ll see you later, text me if you need me, okay?” Cesar kisses the top of her head, grabbing his bookbag and walking out the door.

Oscar waits until the door shuts to talk to her, “If it’s your anxiety again— I want you to know you’re better than it. You can overcome it. Don’t let it bring you down, don’t ever lose yourself to it. You are stronger than it. ¿Comprendes?”

She only nods, afraid that if she speaks up, her emotions would get the best of her. She finishes up her breakfast, putting the bowl in the sink.

“Here— I got it. Why don’t you go rest for a little. It’s early.” Oscar points his chin in the direction of her bedroom, egging her towards it.

She walks to her room, taking him up on his offer, removing her slippers at her bedside and cozying up to her duvet. The message from the night before flashing in her mind. Maybe she’d find the courage to text him after her nap.

•••

She had woken up around 1 o’clock in the afternoon, feeling slightly better than in the morning. Checking her phone, she had messages from Jasmine and a missed call from Cesar. She quickly responded to both and opened the one message she had yet to reply to.

Diaz: Sorry I fell asleep early. I’m okay just had a bad headache.

Locking her phone, she got up to use the restroom. “Oscar? Cesar?” She called out around the hall, hesitating when she didn’t hear a response.

The sound of a door opening and shutting caught her attention as she shut off the tap, walking out of the bathroom. She jumps slightly at the sound of footsteps, turning around to see his tall figure standing there.

“My bad, I ain’t mean to scare you.” José puts his hand up, “I came by to see how you were feelin’. Cesar said you were home.” He clears his throat, looking over his shoulder and back to her trying to gage her reaction.

She shakes her head, “You didn’t have to. I told you I’m good.” She smiles though it didn’t quite reach her eyes, something he definitely didn’t miss.

“Stop pretending you’re okay. ‘Cause I know you’re not.” The words leave his mouth before he can stop himself, reaching for her shaking hand. He hated seeing her like this.

The middle Diaz lets out a shaky breath, finally finding the courage to look at him, “José, I just don’t— I’m scared you’re gonna lead me on. And I don’t want that, I really don’t. About the other night, I didn’t want you to say you liked me back just because I said it to you.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “You know that I love you, right? That I’ll always be there for you? I made a promise to your brothers that I would protect them but, also, that I would protect you in case anything ever happened. And I intend to keep that promise ‘til the end.” He punctuates his sentence with a kiss to the back of her hand.

“José—“ She stops, the room around her spinning, “I-I think I’m about to have a panic attack.” Clutching onto his shirt, her breathing picking up.

“Hey, hey, look you’re okay. I gotchu. I’m right here.” He holds her close, rubbing comforting circles onto her back.

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have to see me like this.” She sniffles, her voice coming out small against his chest. She felt as if the world was coming down around her and her heart was about to come out of her chest.

“See you like what, nena? I will love you at your worst and I will love you at your best. Lo prometo.” He kisses the top of her head, pressing his cheek to her forehead. “C’mon, let’s go to your room. Te ayudare, I’ll help you.”

The both of them walk slowly to her bedroom. He sits her down on the bed, helping her under the duvet as he situates himself so she’s still able to see him.

“My heart’s racing— I c-can’t calm down.” She closes her eyes, trying to focus on her breathing yet nothing was helping. She takes his palm and places it on her ribcage, holding it there firmly.

José sighs softly, smoothing down her hair, “You’re okay, mi amor. I’m right here, I’m not goin’ nowhere.”

“José— you need to hold me. It’s the only thing that helps.” She speaks breathlessly, scooting over on her tiny bed to give him room to fit. She knew it helped her because of the many times she’d ask Cesar to sleep with her on nights where her anxiety flared up more than usual. The presence of someone she loved near her would put her more at peace.

He lays behind her, one arm tucked into the crook of her elbow while the other rested on top of her head, soft caresses making her feel more at ease.

“Better?” He hums softly, feeling her breathing slowing down as she held his hand tightly.

She nods her head, “Yeah— just stay here for a minute. I’ll be okay.”

“I know you will.” He presses his lips to the back of her head, “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. Would you believe me then?” He asks even though he can’t see her face.

She opens her eyes slowly, turning her head to the side to look at him, “Really?”

“Sí, es verdad.” He assures her, the beating of her heart picking up under his palm again. He was worried he was gonna put her through another panic attack but she seemed better than a few minutes ago. More calm.

“I never knew. I just thought Oscar had scared you into never talking to me for longer than 5 minutes because he didn’t want anything happening between us.” She thinks back to all the times where José would simply drop her off at their home and leave, not a word more. And when he did have a conversation with her, Oscar was always there spectating.

“Well that too. Shit, if he were to see us now, I’d have my ass handed to me, mami.” José chuckles as she laugh softly along with him, the sound like a melody to his ears.

She leans up on her elbows looking down at him, “I feel better now. Thank you— for this.” Her eyes glimmering with what could only be described as love for her protector.

“Don’t mention it.” He leans up to kiss her shoulder, “I gotchu forever, nena.”

#sad eyes drabble #sad eyes imagine #sad eyes #steve villegas #oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz #cesar diaz #on my block imagine #on my block #Lilac Prompt Event #trigger warning

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shesclearlya3 · 5 years ago

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i loved you first. p.2

pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

word count: 4,391

warnings: au! in present time, language, a big oops coming

not entirely proof-read.

*title inspired by joan’s song*

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | epilogue

One Year Later

"NO ONE, NO ONE, NO ONEEEEEEE, CAN GET IN THE WAY OF WHAT I FEEL FOR YOUUU!"

"YOOOU! YOOOOU!"

You covered your ears as Montana and Brooke screamed sang along to Alicia Keys, while in the kitchen finishing up dinner in their shared apartment. You were recently promoted at work, and they wanted to celebrate with you.

Brooke sniffed, "I miss Ray." she said as she poked at her homemade noodles with a fork.

"It's only been four hours!" Montana interjected, meeting your eyes as the song ended. You smiled softly, taking a long sip from your glass of wine.

"I know," she said, "He's always gone. I miss him."

"It's too bad the others couldn't join us," Montana said as she stirred something in a pot. "We haven't had the group together in a minute."

You silently bobbed your head as 2006-era Rihanna came on, attempting to keep your mind away from Xavier Plympton.

It's already been a year since you first met his girlfriend, Chloe. You couldn't believe how fast 2019 seemed to go. Now, you were counting down the days you had with him before he moved into his new apartment with her.

When you first heard the news, you assumed he was pulling your leg. You were having a slumber party in the living room, a few drinks in when he accidentally blabbed to you that they were looking for a new place. He admitted he wanted to tell you over dinner the next day, which would probably have gone a little better. Instead, you spent the rest of your Twilight marathon holding back tears and wishing Jacob Black would ride out of town with Chloe on his back and disappear forever.

But after a good night's sleep, you realized it was selfish of you. You congratulated him and decided that maybe it was time for a fresh start for yourself. Before your promotion, you'd barely make enough to pay the rent all on your own. Brooke and Montana had gladly offered you their empty space, which you wanted to accept. But after your salary doubled, you'd be able to renew your lease for another year.

Even after all this time, it seemed you never really got to know Chloe. She was still friendly, but there was always an uncomfortable aura between the two of you. You had a few things in common with her, which helped make conversation whenever Xavier wasn't around, but it never exceeded that.

You assumed you were being paranoid when she’d seem to always be looking at you, her eyes observing your every move when you were being your normal self with Xavier. Or how her voice always seemed to become sickly sweet when you’d be minding your own business, hardly remembering they were even there.

"Earth to y/n?"

You glanced up to see Brooke place a large bowl of spaghetti in the middle of the table. Montana was already sitting down, a half-eaten piece of garlic bread in her mouth.

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, embarrassed.

Brooke giggled, "I asked if you were alright. You're quiet tonight - more than usual."

You nodded, helping yourself to her spaghetti as the girls gathered food onto their plates. "I'm sorry. I just keep thinking of Xavier moving out."

The girls nodded understandingly, "You know, the offer is still open," Montana said, smiling at you. Her blonde hair was pinned back, and she looked vibrant as her eyes observed you kindly. "You haven't lived alone in years, it's okay if you're not comfortable with the idea."

You nodded appreciatively, "I know, and thank you both, but... I think it will be good for me," you said, picking up your fork to smash at the bits of lettuce on your plate. The girls watched with amused expressions. "Maybe I'll finally stop moping over him and get myself a boyfriend or a girlfriend, who knows?" you said.

"I think you should tell him how you feel, y/n," Brooke said simply, drinking her wine as if she was commenting about the weather.

You laughed dryly, "You know Xavier, he'll be pissed I kept it from him this long. We tell each other everything."

"I don't pretend to be an expert on love, y/n, but I say that if he is upset about it, fuck him." Montana shrugged, and you heard the sound of Brooke kicking her under the table. "Ouch! Come on, who wouldn't want to date y/n? He's an idiot for not seeing how she clearly feels about him."

"Xavier is our friend. We all know he can be dense and naive, but it's part of his charm." Brooke defended him before turning her eyes to you. "Why is it that you never made a move?"

The room got quiet as Montana's Spotify playlist came to a stop. You took a few bites of food, pleased that your friends gave you a few seconds to get your thoughts together. That was one of the things you loved about them.

"I guess I was just afraid of ruining what we had," you admitted, smiling a little. "We've known each other since elementary school; all of us, and the only ones who ever progressed into the romantic territory were Brooke and Ray."

Brooke's cheeks flushed, and you knew it wasn't from the wine.

Montana chuckled, a light blush coating her cheeks. "About that..."

You and Brooke gave her a quizzical look.

"Senior prom..." Montana nodded, "Chet and Me."

Your mouth fell open simultaneously with Brooke, who cackled as Montana blushed a deeper red. You joined in on the laughter as Brooke held her stomach, tears threatening to spill over.

"What is so funny!?" Montana yelled over your laughing, now slightly irritated. "I went with Jimmy Darling, remember!? He got drunk and fell asleep near the food table, so Chet and I decided to skip, and..." she laughed now, refusing to look you in the eye. "It was alright."

"Oh, my God! Why didn't you tell us!?" you said after containing your laughter. Brooke was still giggling, complaining her sides were hurting.

"It didn't even last long, I think I blocked it out of my memory for a while... but he is packing..." Montana finished.

As you finished up dinner, Brooke refused to delve too deeply into her sex life with Ray. You three finished two bottles of wine and were now lounging in the living room in your pajamas, debating on watching a horror movie or a comedy, and you were already thinking about the snacks.

After deciding on the original Friday the 13th, the movie was about fifteen minutes in when a message from Xavier flashed on your phone. You glanced at it.

Xavier: Hey, did you leave the front door unlocked?

No, I made sure it was locked like always. Why?

Xavier: I think someone has been in here. Your room is a mess!

You straightened up, glancing towards the girls who were cuddled up, munching on popcorn. Xavier sent you a picture of your room you had just cleaned the night before. A few of your dresser drawers were cracked open, and clothes were peeking through, definitely searched through. Your bed was haphazardly made, and your work clothes were strewn on the floor.

"Oh no," you said, causing Brooke and Montana to look at you.

"What's wrong?" Brooke asked, concerned.

"Xavier thinks someone broke into our apartment!" you said, giving them an alarmed look.

"Oh shit, let's go!" Montana said, and the three of you wasted no time in driving to your home.

"Well?" Montana demanded as you and Xavier entered the apartment after speaking to the police.

"They said it looks like someone had a key made. There's no damage to the door, and y/n says it was locked, so..."

"It was, I always double-check. Always..." you said, sitting down in the empty seat next to Brooke, who put a comforting arm around you.

"Who in the hell would have a key made?" Montana asked before she paused. Her eyes looked wild, before finally settling on you and Brooke. You gave her a confused look.

"I don't know. It's not like I have any friends other than you guys." Xavier said sarcastically. The one thing about Xavier is that when he was scared, he was more than likely to be agitated, and it always showed.

"Did you give one to Chloe?" Montana asked.

"No, I never-..." Xavier paused, throwing a glare in her direction. "What are you implying?"

"I'm not implying anything, I'm just eliminating suspects, is all." Montana defended, quirking an eyebrow at Xavier. "y/n, have you given a key to anybody?"

You shook your head, hoping this didn't cause a fight, "No, I have not."

"See?" Montana offered, looking rather smug, "We're just eliminating, that's all."

Xavier glanced at you, and you nodded encouragingly. He seemed to like that, nodding himself and rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, I'm kind of freaked out..."

"That's understandable, Xavier. You don't have to apologize." Brooke said, shooting a small glare at Montana, who hid a smirk. "Do you guys want us to stay?"

"Yeah, if they come back, it's four against them," Montana offered, looking delighted at having the chance to kick some ass.

"No, you ladies can go home," Xavier said, before smiling at you. You felt your heart flutter. "We'll be alright."

After bidding the girls goodnight, Xavier plopped onto the empty cushion next to you. He glanced at you longingly, before saying, "I'm sorry if I scared you."

You shook your head, "Please, do not apologize. If it were me, I would have called the SWAT team."

Xavier laughed, "I don't doubt that! Seriously though, I'm glad neither of us was home."

You nodded, "But it doesn't change the fact that they were in my room looking for something..."

Xavier frowned now, thinking, "I know... We checked every room, nothing else looked out of place."

"You're right, nothing has been stolen..." you said.

You sat there for about an hour, talking through your day. Xavier gave you his full attention, even when you'd hear his phone vibrating in his pocket every few minutes. He ignored it, asking you questions until you yawned loudly, falling into the back of the couch.

"y/n?" he asked, his voice sounding tired.

"Yes?" you whispered.

"I'm glad you're safe."

You almost forgot about the home invasion completely. Your landlord changed the locks, issuing you a new key. Xavier's stress eased as the week passed, and soon he was back to his old self.

You didn't think much of it when Chloe started acting oddly friendly towards you, smiling at you or asking you questions about what you were doing whenever you saw each other. You assumed it was because she was bored when Xavier's attention was elsewhere.

The group was finally getting back together, and you found yourself having to face going to Chloe's place for the first time. You dressed for the hot weather, while Montana silently got ready beside you. You wondered if she was alright. She usually was bubbly before a night out. Brooke was just now getting back from her shift, occupying the shower in the other bathroom.

"Do you think this dress is too short?" Montana suddenly asked, turning around in her leopard print, knee-length dressed.

"Nope," you said honestly, "It's the perfect length for your height."

"Aww, thank you, y/n," she said, though her tone didn't match her words.

You nodded, running the brush through your hair one last time.

"Are you okay?" you finally asked, looking at her through the mirror.

Montana seemed uncomfortable, and you regretted asking. Montana never liked to be pushed for answers, especially if it regarded something personal. However, she looked at you as if she wanted to tell you, so you patiently waited.

"You know the guy I've been messing around with, Trevor?" she asked.

You nodded, "Yes, why?"

She shuffled in front of the mirror, taking her makeup bag and digging through it quickly. She often did this when she was nervous. Montana started applying mascara, using it as a ploy to avoid looking at you. "Well, I kind of had him do some digging on Chloe Smith."

Your eyes widened as Montana nonchalantly applied her makeup. "You what?"

"You can't get mad!" Montana said, switching the wand to the other eye. "I kept thinking about it, and it doesn't make sense. Like you said the other night, we've all been friends for years. You and Xavier never gave us keys to your apartment. Chloe has been around for only a year. She probably feels left out, and since you live with Xavier, it looked like a red flag to me." she said before observing her work. Montana continued, "So I had Trevor ask his brother to look into her, he's a real estate agent and has access to background checks. So he looked up her name, and he didn't find much, but..."

You egged her on, "But?"

"Long story short, she's a bit of a stalker," Montana said brightly, turning to look at you. "There's a restraining order against her for obsessive stalking."

Your mouth fell open at this, wondering why Montana looked so damn cheerful about this.

"I know what you're thinking. I think it's great news if Xavier finds out who she really is, then he'll break up with her and be with you."

As much as you wanted to rejoice and praise the Lord above, you knew this was wrong. "Montana, that's not right!"

"Why not?" she pressed, looking through her makeup once again.

"We don't know if she was the one in my room. Anyone could have a key made-."

"Exactly! She's been with Xavier for this long. If the neighbors saw, they'd think nothing of it. Trevor's brother agreed, he said people have gotten into unavailable apartments by falsifying keys and claiming they live there. It's not that hard to do, as scary as that sounds."

"I don't understand what she could have been looking for," you said, frowning. Your heart rate increased, wondering if Montana was possibly right.

"I don't know, pictures, a diary, a vibrator?" Montana joked until she saw the look on your face. "y/n?"

Your face paled as you quickly left the bathroom, going to your bedroom, and promptly digging through your dresser. You heard Montana, and now Brooke calling your name as you threw clothes all over the place. Your worst fear was confirmed when you realized your journal was gone.

"y/n!?" Montana asked, stopping in the doorway. Brooke was behind her, dressed and ready to go. She looked concerned.

"My journal is gone," you choked.

Montana gasped, placing a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were excited, though. Brooke looked more lost, looking between the both of you with a crinkled face. "y/n? What is going on!?"

"Montana, I think you might be right," you said, looking at her.

Brooke looked impatient, and you slowly gathered your clothes with shaky hands as Montana filled her in on the possible scandal. Brooke gasped at the appropriate times and quietly asked if they should tell Xavier or not.

"I don't know!" you moaned, sprawling out on your bed. "He's going to be so pissed at us!"

"Not if we catch the bitch red-handed!" Montana interjected, coming to stand in front of you. "Look, y/n, we're all in this together. If it turns out we were wrong, which is a very low possibility, I will personally take responsibility for it."

"I couldn't ask that of you," you said flatly.

"Too bad, I'll do the same," Brooke piped up from behind Montana, smiling at you. "I always thought something was off about her. She won't get away with this."

Montana turned to her, grinning. "Get it, babe."

Brooke blushed and glowed the entire way to Chloe's place as you thought over a plan.

As you waited for the boys to arrive, you were getting a headache thinking of all the things you wrote in your journal about Xavier. It's probably been well over two months since you wrote in it last. Still, you gushed about your best friend more than once, praising how much you loved him.

The atmosphere in Chloe's home was warm, and you hated that. Brooke and Montana were helping her in the kitchen while you lounged on a chair to keep up appearances. Brooke had brought you a hard lemonade, which remained untouched as your head got worse by the minute.

The television was on low; MTV was playing an 80s rewind, and you attempted to distract yourself, focusing on George Michael. You occasionally heard Chloe's voice chime in, and your friends laughing at whatever she said. As much as you hated to admit it, you felt left out.

It wasn't long before there was a series of knocks on the door. You shot up, calling out that you'd get it. You were almost knocked onto the couch when a tall, redhead breezed past you. Chloe swung open the door, squealing at the sight of Ray, Chet, and Xavier holding bottles of alcohol and a bag of snacks. Xavier was barely in the door when Chloe was all over him, causing Ray to roll his eyes and push through.

Chet met your eyes and smiled, and you couldn't help but smile back.

Montana and Brooke came out after hearing the commotion, and for a few minutes, there was loud laughter and talking as everyone began to settle in. Xavier was dressed like he came straight out of a magazine cover, and you clenched your legs together.

"I'm starving, is the pizza here yet?" Ray asked as he followed the others into the kitchen. You followed hastily, not wanting to watch nor hear the sounds of Chloe and Xavier making out in entrance.

"We just ordered it fifteen minutes ago!" Brooke said, hugging Ray tightly as he kissed her forehead. You smiled, amazed at how in love they were. Montana nudged you, throwing a protective arm over your shoulders as Chet stuffed the alcohol they brought into the fridge.

"We'll wait until she gets a few in her," Montana mumbled, "Then we'll give her a taste of her own medicine."

You nodded silently, still feeling like it was a bad idea. As much as you loved your friends, you feared this was going to blow up in your faces. Chloe and Xavier squeezed into the crowded kitchen, going for the alcohol as they managed to hang onto each other.

You followed the others into the living room, taking your original spot on the couch and opening the lemonade Brooke had given you. You beckoned for them to sit next to you, but was aghast when Chloe and Xavier sat next to you, Xavier in the middle. You felt your cheeks get red as Chloe threw her long legs over his lap, her feet just inches from you. The girls gave you an apologetic glance as everyone found a spot on the remaining furniture or on the floor.

The first few hours were spent eating and laughing at all the outrageous stories Ray had from working on the road. After you ate, you felt your headache slowly melting away. Chloe was definitely lightweight as she quickly became more clingy and loud towards Xavier, who seemed to be more interested in what Chet was talking about than her babbling incoherently.

Ray convinced Chloe to dig out the Wii, and he was fighting with Montana on who got to be the first player. From the corner of your eye, you could see that Xavier was watching you. You fought the urge to look, smiling as Brooke leaned back against your legs, laughing at her boyfriend and best friend arguing over who the best Mario character is.

"Xavieeee, I have a secrettttt..." you heard Chloe whisper a little too loudly, her wide eyes staring at Xavier, who was still looking at you.

"Not now, babe," he brushed her off, before turning his attention on Chet, who asked him a question you couldn't hear.

"I have to pee!" Montana said suddenly, standing up and meeting your eye.

"Me too!" you said, catching the hint and throwing Chloe's long legs off you. Brooke nodded in support, scooting closer to Ray, who was loading Mario Kart.

You did your best to appear nonchalant, but you were still nervous as you followed Montana down the hall. Instead of veering right into the bathroom, you crept down the hallway and walked straight into her bedroom.

It was an ordinary room, white walls, a large bed, a record player with a bin of records underneath. There was a guitar shoved in the corner, and it felt wrong invading her space like this.

"Don't feel bad, y/n," Montana said quietly, looking at you. "She has no respect for you. But we have to hurry!"

You nodded and quickly began to dig around. You made sure to put everything back in its place and not make too big of a mess. Montana had the same idea, but her actions were more rushed than calculated. You heard Chloe's laughter, along with the others as someone turned on the sound-bar. You could hear an intense game of Mario Kart going on.

Montana's loud gasp sent chills up your spine. You turned from your spot looking underneath her bed, seeing her holding a box she got from the closet. "What is it, Montana?" you asked.

"I found your diary," she whispered, looking at you.

You realized you forgot to listen to what was going on in the other room.

Montana quickly grabbed you, forcing the two of you two squeeze in the little closet as Chloe's voice grew closer. Montana held a hand to your mouth as she shut the door, and it became silent as Chloe entered, giggling to herself as she grabbed a jacket from her bed, stumbling back out.

You waited a few minutes before Montana pushed you out, and the two of you stared at each other in disbelief.

"What do we do now!?" you hissed, pointing to the small box Montana still had clutched in her hand.

"I didn't think this far!" Montana shot back, before opening the lid. Your heart stopped, seeing your journal, along with a small notepad on top. It was no bigger than the palm of your hand, and underneath, it looked like there was a photo of you and Xavier.

"We can't cause a scene with everyone here!" you said, and Montana nodded in agreement. "We have to go back out there, or they'll think we're up to something."

"I need you to play sick," Montana said, removing the contents and shoving the box on the shelf. "We'll be in deep shit if we're caught. I'm going to sneak this out, and we'll present it to Xavier later,"

"How is he supposed to believe we found it here?" you asked as Montana shoved it under her shirt. "This isn't going to work!"

"y/n, trust me this once, please," she said, before wrapping her arm around you. "Lean into me like you're sick so we can hide the this between us."

You went along with it, stumbling out and hiding in the bathroom. Montana flushed the toilet, and you ran the water for a few seconds before coming out, back in your position.

"Guys, y/n isn't feeling well, I'm going to take her home," Montana said, leading you towards the door.

"What's wrong, y/n?" Chet and Ray asked while Xavier stood up, almost knocking Chloe off his lap. She looked disgruntled, shooting you a glare. You pretended you didn't see, scrunching your face up.

"She got sick, I'll stay with her until Xavier gets home," she pushed, attempting to get away as Xavier walked towards the two of you, clearly concerned.

"Hey babe, are you good?" he asked you, and you hid your smile as Chloe frowned at the name.

"I think the alcohol just isn't agreeing with me," you lied, giving him what you hoped was a weak smile. "You don't have to worry about me, Xavier,"

"I'm always worried about you, y/n," he said, frowning at you.

Chloe stood up, coming over and attempting to put her arms around him. Xavier allowed it but didn't reciprocate as she gave you a dirty stare. Montana returned the glare, squeezing your arm, silently begging you not to move.

"She'll be fine, Xavieee!" Chloe said, "Let M-Montana take her home,"

You desperately wanted to tell her to fuck off but refrained. "I'll wait up for you," you assured Xavier. But before you could say anything else, Montana stumbled, forcing the two of you apart. Your journal, along with the photo and notepad, clattered to the hardwood floor.

Your friends watched them clatter to the ground, and you immediately wished lightning would strike you down.

Chloe blinked before recognition flashed in her eyes. "WERE YOU IN MY ROOM?"

Montana, bless her soul, bent down and scooped it. "Don't act so fucking surprised, you lying sack of-."

"Montana!" Xavier said before he recognized your journal. Chet squeezed his way towards you as Chloe fumed in her spot, the others watching quietly.

"You went into y/n's room and stole this!" Montana accused, waving the journal in Chloe's face. "You're fucking psychotic!"

"Chloe, is that true?" Xavier asked, giving her a dumbfounded look.

"Of course not, baby! They're setting me up!" Chloe hiccuped, tears welling up in her eyes as she pointed at you and Montana. "They're lying."

"If they're lying, what is this?" Chet asked, holding up the notepad that Montana left on the ground. Your face paled as you saw your name continuously written in black ink before scribbled with red ink. "And that's not even the most fucked up thing in here!" Chet glared at Chloe and Xavier, "This is fucked up."

"I need you all to leave," Xavier said, "Now!"

Chet was yelling at Chloe and Xavier as the others hurriedly grabbed their things, almost pushing each other out of the apartment.

"Xavier-," you said, wanting to plead with him to believe you.

"y/n, go!" he said, his eyes hard as Chet carefully pulled you into the hall. The last thing you saw was Xavier's angry expression before the door was slammed in your face.

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peterspideyy · 5 years ago

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chapter 2 - partners in crime

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it was monday morning, and tom spent his entire weekend reading over the case files of the red dragons as well as james kingston. he knew what they were like, on the back on his hand.

after catching a cab, he arrived to the apartment where you both will be living for the next month. inserting the key into the hole, he entered. he was half expecting it to be run down, filled with a rotten couch and a dirty fridge. but, instead it wasn’t?

yeah sure, it wasn’t like a penthouse, but it was better than what he expected it to be. the couch was leather, with a few marks on. the fridge was filled with exotic foods. it was very homely, until his eyes set on you.

“shit y/n,” tom jumped, “when did you get here?”

you were busy setting up the computers to see the red dragons apartment, so you didn’t bother looking at tom, “about an hour ago.”

tom checked his watch. you where here since 5am? this was so unlike you. you were normally the last person to arrive.

“there’s only one bed. so i’ve got that, you can have the couch.” you exclaimed, plugging the computer lead into the plug, smiling when you realise it has worked.

“could of waited for me to get here.” tom said to himself, before making his way to the couch.

“yes you’re right, where we sleep is the most important thing, tom.” you replied, sarcastically, making him roll his eyes at you.

an hour later, tom had finished packing his bags. he was about to get something to drink, when multiple voices distracted him. it wasn’t your voice. more like males. could our cover be blown already?

he rushed into the living room, to see you listening and watching the red dragons on the computer screen. he was shocked. this is the closet the fbi has ever got to them.

he looked at you, to see that you were eating while writing down what they were saying in a notebook. tom uneasily sat next to you.

“what have they said?” tom spoke, finally filling in the silence between you both.

“nothing important. just about the boss is coming in soon to say this big announcement. so i’m just waiting for that.” you replied, placing a crisp in your mouth. you offered tom one, but he declined.

tom leant back in the chair, watching the five cameras carefully. he hated this part of a case. the waiting and the watching. hopefully this case will get more exciting soon. he looked around the room, trying to find something to do, before his view landed on you.

“babe, stop! we have to watch the screen!” you giggled, while tom placed kisses all over your face.

“maybe i don’t what to watch the screen. i want to watch youuu.” tom sang the last part, causing you to smile at him. you gently stroked his hair, making all the stress and worries tom was having to be washed away.

“i love you, you know.” tom whispered, nearly going to sleep. your hand stopped moving. tom immediately lifted his head up to look at you.

“shit, to soon?”

“no, i’m just shocked. no one has ever loved me before.” you sighed, reminding yourself of your abusive ex boyfriend.

“i will never treat you how he did. i promise i will never break your heart. we will be together forever okay?”

“okay,” you laughed, “i love you too tom.”

tom smiled widely, before leaning in to kiss your lips.

“tom,” you spoke quietly, cutting him out of his thoughts, “he’s here.”

he shook his head, bringing his eyes away from you to the screen. there he was. keith rawling. the leader of the red dragons. one of the most dangerous men to walk to earth.

you and tom watched keith’s movements like an eagle. he came in, surrounded by 2 bodyguards, who were weaponed. in the empty room, there were 7 other people armed as well.

keith strolled towards a desk, sitting down at the chair, while everyone stood watching him. silence filled the air in the red dragons apartment, as well as your’s and tom’s place. the leader, took off his sunglasses, placing them on the desk in front of him.

“so,” he began, catching you and tom off guard, “how are we then?”

“i’m good, glad to be back in business. i missed you all-“

“i meant with the mission.” he interrupted, slamming his fist onto the table. gosh, he looses his anger quickly.

“sorry keith, i-i mean sorry sir.” the same guy spoke, making you groan in annoyance. keith smiled sarcastically, before lighting a cigarette; inhaling the chemicals deeply, before breathing out again.

“as i was saying, the mission.”

“well sir, he’s going to be in near the end of this month, for the cultural awards ceremony. this is going to be high in security, so we’ve gotta act fast and quiet. we have a month to prepare for this.” another man spoke, acting like he was keith’s assistant.

“good.”

“thanks sir, took me a while to prepare for this with some help from my wife.”

“your wife helped you?” he threw his cigarette on the floor, looking deep into the mans eyes.

“well yes sir-“

a deafening gun blast cut the man off. he fell backwards, dead. blood poured onto the concrete floor, while the man laughed harshly.

“anyone else want to share that they’ve told someone out of this room?!” he screamed, firing the gun towards the roof. no one answered.

“y/n, we can arrest him now, for murder!” tom exclaimed, already grabbing his gun running towards to door. but, you pushed him against the wall, with your arm across his neck.

“tom, you know we can’t do that. we have a fucking mission to do!”

“our mission darling, is to catch him! we can do that now!” tom pushed you off, but you wrapped your legs around his waist, flipping him over till he was on the floor, below you.

“you know i hate that name,” you breathed heavily, “we can wait to find out what he’s planning and arrest him then, for murder and what he is going to do! you can’t go in there flashing badges! carson won’t allow it.”

“fine. i’ll wait. but, if he kills another person i will not hesitate to go in there, and arrest him for good. you understand me?” tom shouted.

you nodded, climbing off tom. awkward silence filled the room, while you sat down in-front of the screen again.

“that’s what i thought. dispose the body. we will meet again tomorrow. same time. same place. to get a plan. oh, and kill the wife as well” keith spoke, before walking away.

you immediately went onto the fbi database, trying to find out who is attending the cultural awards ceremony. you gasped. it can’t be.

“who is it?” tom spoke, still wincing from pain.

“i-it’s the president.”

you and tom starred at each other with wide eyes. if the red dragons get the president, they will disappear and never return. the president is the greatest score anyone can get. this will be there last mission.

“it could not be though, y/n. hundreds of country leaders are going to be attending the ceremony. we can’t just immediately think it’s the president.” tom exclaimed, biting the inside of his cheek slightly.

“true, but what else can they gain from killing another country leader? not that much than the president!” you replied, pointing at the guest list on your computer. you huffed, turning around to reserve you and tom tickets, under mr and mrs kingston.

“we need to get more evidence. you can’t just jump to conclusions, y/n!” tom hissed.

“oh so i jump to conclusions? you were ready to kill them all 5 minutes ago!” you screeched, standing up abruptly and walking towards the fridge to get some food. however, you weren’t hungry. you just wanted to get away from tom.

“not much than you. whatever i do, you over think! it’s so annoying!”

you snapped your head, immediately glaring at tom. you both knew what he was on about. and it crushed your heart, that he brought it up again.

“who’s molly?”

“just a friend. nothing to worry about, darling!” tom joked, kissing the side of your cheek.

“why is she, and i quote, excited to see you again tonight with a heart emoji?” you whimpered, showing tom his phone with the text message. you are sure worry was in his eyes, but it was soon replaced with confusion. you knew it was fake confusion. you’re not that stupid.

“we just hang out. nothing important.” tom shrugged, taking his phone out of your grasp.

“nothing important? seems the opposite tom!”

“y/n, i swear to god, calm the fuck down! stop over thinking everything i do!” tom snapped, slamming his fist onto the table, making you jump. fear flashed in front of your eyes, making tom soften slightly and guilt to arise in him.

“oh darling, i’m sorry for making you scared. i never meant to shout.” tom hushed, instantly climbing over to you. but, you pushed him away, fear still in your eyes.

“n-no,” you shook your head, at tom’s pleading eyes, “we both need to calm down. i’m going upstairs, don’t follow me.”

“i can’t believe you’ve just brought that up, tom,” you whispered, not meeting his eyes, “i’m going out.”

before tom, could even get another word in, you left, slamming the door causing the computer screens to shake slightly. tom groaned, before sitting on the couch, placing his head in his hands.

why can’t he just not be mean? for once in his life, why can’t he not bring up a sensitive subject? especially to you.

this case isn’t going to mend your hearts. it’s going to tear it more apart.

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the-cashewpeia · 5 years ago

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Kiss Me! (Leo x Reader)

Title: Kiss Me!

Pairing: Tsukinaga Leo x Reader (Ensemble Stars)

Genre: Fluff

Words count: 1435

Warning: -

♞

"Kiss me~!"

"Leo, no. Not now."

"Whyyyy?"

It already happened several times today, your tangerine-head boyfriend glued to you like a postage to an envelope and asking for your affection. Not like you did not want to give him though, but everyone was watching and the thought of performing a PDA was not your cup of tea. And the fact that you were feeling under the weather made the decision to give him the attention he wanted should be postponed, at least for now.

"People are watching." You simply shrugged, before finding a comfortable position to take a quick nap on your desk.

But your body was being shaken by no other than the King of Knights, forcing yourself to sit and noticing a pout adorning his face.

"But... I need a kiss to find inspiration...." He kept whining.

What kind of theory whirled in this genius' mind?

"Leo...."

Just before you were going to give him an hour of lecture, the bell that signaling the beginning of the next lesson was ringing. You could hear him dramatically let out a sigh, as he left your side to his class. A soft chuckle left your lips at... well, his antics.

Just so you know, the temporary get-away was far from lifting up your state. It was making your headache worse, almost like ripping your head open. And your temperature kept rising, the embodiment of the fever that haunted you from the second you started your day.

It was hard to stay focused, and just when the thought of giving up popped into your mind, another bell rang. It was finally lunch time, much to your contentment.

"(Y/N)-chan~! Lunch time!" In less than a minute, Leo already lunged to your desk. He wore his smile from ear to ear, as if reminding you of your not-so-promise earlier.

You nodded and just followed him, not even trying to argue when latched his fingers with yours. He skipped some steps and stopped when he almost dragged you with him. The boy turned his head and just realized that you looked terrifyingly pale. You were successful to cover yourself before, but when you two were outside of the class, nothing could stop his worried eyes from peering over your feverish form.

His hand reached for your forehead and quickly pulled it back with a surprised gasp, "(Y/N)-chan, why didn't you tell me before?"

You just hummed weakly, before putting your weight on the poor boy.

"You're hot!" He panicked.

"Well, thank you." A low chuckle was all you could muster, as he tried to hold you without making you uncomfortable.

He was laughing softly, but the concerned expression still hung on his face, "I don't mean it that way, but... you're hot in either way. And don't worry, your brave knight will bring you to the safest place!"

Your said knight soon carried you in his arms, accompanied with his loud sound. Not to exaggerate, he was screaming out loud about someone being in an emergency and that everyone should move out of the way.

You could swear it was the most embarrassing thing in your life. But you could care less as the pain that hugging your body took control of your mind.

Just when you two reached the infirmary, the door opened and revealed your nurse teacher, who wore an unusually annoyed expression. Seemed like he wanted to check the source of the ear-piercing sound when you came.

"Tsukinaga...." He sighed, then his eyes landed on your figure, "lie her down and I'll check on her."

The examination was fast as you hoped it would be. The next second, you were laying on the bed with a blanket tucked up to your chest and a wet cloth on your feverish forehead. The teacher already went somewhere else and the only person who stayed by your side was no other than Leo.

Silence hung around you two, when you thought that your orange haired boyfriend might start a conversation first.

"You won't have your lunch?" You asked.

His light green orbs meeting your eyes and somehow you could see that confusion was reflected on them. Without hearing his answer, you assumed that he already forgot what time it was.

"You must be forgotten that it's lunch time, then." A gasp left his lips when you guessed correctly.

"Well, it's unimportant." He beamed, trying to brighten the atmosphere, "your health is more important for me!"

His sweet words caught you off guard. It was not like he was an unromantic partner, but he was more unexpected and free-spirited than you could imagine he would be. And you like it, the surprise he would always have only for you.

"(Y/N)-chan? Earth to (Y/N)-chan?" You snapped out of your thoughts, only to see his waving hand just before your eyes.

"Eh, sorry...."

A bright smile plastered on his lips, as he scooted closer to your laying figure on the bed. "Don't be! I bet you need to rest, so let's go to sleep!"

"Let's?" You repeated his word and he nodded in approval.

"Yep! I'll sleep with--"

Just before he finished his reply, you shook your head, much to his dismay.

"Ehh. Whyyy?" His pout replaced his happy beam, "I just want to be with youuu!"

You wanted to be with him as well. But if you were allowing him, he might get sick and you did not want that to happen.

"You can catch my cold."

Leo whined again, but stopped when you said that you would not give him hugs and kisses for a month. They were his weaknesses and you knew it.

"Okay then." His shoulders dropped, as if it was pulled by the gravity, "but, let me stay here! I'll get more inspiration if you're nearby."

You sighed and nodded in approval. It was better to let him stay, rather than leave him somewhere to do only God knew what, which most of them led him to troubles and scoldings by a certain vice-president of the school council.

"Okay!" His yell was loud enough for people outside the school to hear and you quickly shushed him, "good night then, (Y/N)-chan!"

"Yeah, good night, Leo." You beamed at him before closing your eyes.

At first it was hard to let your body relax, but the familiar scratching sound lulled you slowly to the dream land.

You gradually lost your consciousness, just before something pressed to your lips in a flash. Shock pulled you back, the drowsiness you felt before gone under your nose.

There before you, a pair of light green eyes lit playfully as an ear-to-ear smile refused to leave his lips, the same ones that just kissed yours.

"Leo! You can get sick!" You repeated the same warning you just gave him a few minutes ago.

"Hehe." He chuckled while ignoring your fed-up caution. "Okay, okay, I won't do that again!" His hand automatically shielded his head when you raised a pillow to him.

An annoyed huff escaped your pouty lips, as you laid back down to your previous position. Leo kept his eyes on you and averted his gaze only when you caught him staring, which you guessed that he was trying to find the right time to attack you with a kiss again.

Attempting to go back to sleep was a bit harder, as you kept checking on him at random times and he innocently tried not to meet your gaze.

"You don't believe me?" The boy faked a bitter expression when you kept your eyes on him and you almost forgot that he was a third year.

Sighing to yourself, you tucked the blanket up just below your nose, completely covering your lips from him. It was finally easy to take a nap, as you did not open your eyes every minute, when you could feel a breeze barely fanning your cheek. Somehow it was comforting, feeling the cool sensation on your flaming skin, but at the same time, it was weird.

You did not even lie down under the window. So, how?

Your eyes blinked slowly and to your surprise, those recognizable light green orbs were greeting you the second you opened your eyes.

"Leo! I've told you!"

His snickering laugh was a music to your ears and clear enough to paint a smile on your face. Well, you knew this could happen and you could not stop him no matter what.

"Okay, say goodbye to a month worth of kisses and hugs!"

"(Y/N)-chan! Please have a mercy on meee!"

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the-weeping-author · 5 years ago

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Can’t lose you.

This was a request from @phoebethepheebs

Request: Can you do Steve Harrington x Reader. Where it’s the battle of Star Court Mall and the reader almost dies and Steve is a panicky boi.(The drugs are worn off at this point)

Warnings: cussing, blood, broken bones, death, season 3 spoilers.

A/N: hey guys this will be my first AU so not everything will be spot on with what happened in the show so sorry, my request are open so feel free.

Word count: 1,510

Also thanks ahoy-stevieboy and thehair-harrington for the help with this request!! ❤️❤️

Tag list: @ahoy-stevieboy @thehair-ington @galactic-kitten-nonsense @linkispink1995 @theworldisugly-22 @harringtown @spiritsent

@ahoy-stevieboy helped me with this so thank youuu so much!! ❤️❤️

(Please don’t copy my fics and use them as your own please.)

Please enjoy 😌

I was currently in the Starcourt mall with the party along with Robin and my best friend. I have no idea how or when I ended up here but I was here.

The splitting headache made it almost unbearable to keep focus, the left side of my side hurt, my ears ringing like a bomb went off right near me.

I had to worry about that later right now El’s life depended on us, I refuse to let her or anyone else down.

We were currently throwing fireworks at the Mind Flayer El was currently on the main floor of the mall with Billy along with the mind flayer.

I noticed that we were running low on fireworks and soon our idea was going to flop, Steve was across the way with Johnathan and Nancy while I was throwing with Robin.

I looked at robin then grabbed her wrist.

“Hey Robin we are running low on fireworks.”

She looked at me when she tossed the one in her hand.

“Yeah Y/N I know they need to hurry up or we are all fucked.”

She had a point, my attention looking towards the mind flayer then flashing to everyone. I knew exactly what I had to do.

“Robin take care of Steve for me please.”

Before she could respond I stood up running towards the stairs. I bolted down there with a firework in my hand.

There was a small voice telling me to turn back, I tuned that voice out seeing billy, El and the mind flayer’s legs come into view.

I continued walking until I was about 15 feet away I pulled out my lighter holding it near the wick lighting it. then I got closer so I could get a clear shot at it, I pulled my arm back getting ready to throw it then I looked at El then at the mind flayer.

“Eat this mother fucker.”

I quickly tossed the firework near it, instantly it exploded. The Mind Flayer let out a shriek taking a few steps back, everything immediately went black.

*Steves pov*

There were only a few fireworks left in the bin, panic set into everyone. I was worried about everyone, how could I keep them safe if this didn’t work?

Most importantly how can I keep Y/N safe? When I looked across the way towards Robin I noticed Y/N wasn’t with her, on the spot relief washed over me.

“Good she got out of here.”

I thought to myself as I lit another firework tossing it over the ledge. As Lucas threw the last firework at the Mind Flayer I felt nauseous.

We all ran to the railing on the ledge looking as Billy stood up standing in place, the mind flayer's mouth opened slowly.

Mike and Max ran stopping as soon as they saw Billy, shock showed on their face I think we were all shocked honestly.

As the mind flayer’s little tentacle thing shot out of its mouth Billy stopped it, fighting back everyone was frozen, even El.

Six more tentacles came from the sides of the mind flayer shooting into billy, Dustin coming loud and clear over the walkie talkie.

“CLOSE IT NOW, CLOSE IT.”

Billy let out a yell then the tentacle from the mind flayer’s mouth went into Billy’s chest, then out letting his body fall to the ground covered in blood.

“BILLY!” Max yelled tears filled her eyes.

Then the mind flayer let out a noise while stumbling around, running into the railing Johnathan, Nancy and I were then just dropped to the floor.

I felt relaxed now robin walking over to us.

“Robin it’s done we beat it.”

She smiled sympathetically at me.

“Y-yeah we did.”

I felt uneasy she was keeping something from me.

“Robin, why do you look like that you should be happy.”

“W-well Steve it’s about Y/N.”

I looked at her.

“Yeah I’m glad she got out of here she could have ended up hurt.”

Her gaze left mine falling to the floor, that nauseous feeling came back.

“Robin what happened? What happened to Y/N?”

She wouldn’t say anything, I felt tears prickling at the corner of my eyes. I grabbed both her shoulders.

“Robin where’s Y/N? What happened to her?”

“S-She went down there to distract that thing last I saw was it hit her, then I didn’t see her anymore.”

My heart dropped to the floor, Worry settling into my body. I let my hands fall off her shoulder then she looked up at me.

“She told me to take care of you for her.”

The more she talked the more I felt a sob coming along.

I turned away from her then I rushed down the stairs.

“Y/N!! Y/N please answer me.”

When I reached the bottom mike pointed.

“She’s over there Steve.”

My head snapped toward him then followed where he was pointing. My gaze followed where he was pointing, then my eyes went wide. There you were laying there not moving it didn’t look like you were breathing either.

*No ones pov*

Steve ran over to You, lifting your head on his lap he shook you by your shoulders.

“Y/N come on please.”

Nothing

He let tears stream down his face.

“Y/N please come back to me you’re okay, you’re gonna be okay we just gotta get help.”

Again nothing.

He put his forehead against yours and started sobbing as best as he could with an eye swollen shut.

“God damn it Y/N you’re the only girl I have in my life, you’re the only one who I can depend on, the only one who makes me feel like a million bucks, the girl I’m in love you can’t just leave me.”

Again nothing.

The party, Johnathan, Robin and Nancy walked over to Steve and you.

“Steve come on we have to get outside.”

He smacked Mike's hand off his shoulder.

“Get off me, I’m not leaving her here.”

“Steve come on she’s gone we have to go.”

He sniffled letting more tears fall.

“She c-can’t be I love her, she can’t leave me.”

Nancy started crying at Steve’s desperation he sounded so broken. Johnathan, Mike and robin grabbed his arms pulling him up.

He thrashed against their hold.

“G-Get the fuck off me, I’m not leaving her I can’t leave her.”

They tightened their grip on him slowly turning him around. Him struggling against their grip. As they started walking away a noise stopped them.

*Your pov*

When I came too I started coughing and gasping for air. My lungs felt like they were on fire, if I thought my headache was bad before nothing has ever compared to the headache I had now.

When I opened my eyes I saw Steve’s face I smiled softly.

“Hi.”

He wrapped his arms around my neck and cried into me.

“Y-Y/N I thought I lost you.”

I wrapped my arm around him while my fingers found his hair.

“As much as I love feeling you body heat can we please get out of here?”

He pulled away and nodded as fast as his head would let him.

“Y-yes of course.”

He picked me up so softly I knew it was because he thought he was going to break me. Then he looked at me.

“When I bend down jump on my back only if you can.”

I nodded as he turned around and bent his knees, I jumped on his back no matter how bad my side was hurting.

He carried me all the way outside, when we went out to the parking lot there were helicopters, ambulances, cop cars and fire trucks. The medics immediately took everyone to different vehicles.

Steve’s eyes wouldn’t leave me as they checked me out. I had a concussion and a broken ribs. They told Steve he had a concussion along with some bruised ribs.

After they finished they went to check others out, Steve grabbed my hand.

“Hey Y/N when we were in there I was so scared-“

“Sh sh sh Steve I’m okay don't worry about me going anywhere. I won’t leave you.”

He let out a light chuckle.

“How can I not worry about you when I’m in love with you?”

My breath hitches and my eyes widened.

“Steve-“

“I know it’s okay that you don’t feel the same way I just wanted you to know.”

I grabbed his hand then kissed his cheek.

“I’m in love with you too dork.”

He smiled brightly at me then put his head on my shoulder, I followed his action just letting the past 24 hours sink in.

“Hey Y/N?”

I pulled my head away and looked at him.

“Yes Steve?”

“May I kiss you?”

He asked, waiting for my answer. I leaned close to him connecting our lips. I didn’t know if this was completed over but all I knew was that as long as Steve and I were together nothing could stop us.

A/N: hey guys thanks for reading I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did, Mores coming in posting one more one shot soon then chapter three will be out so keep an eye out thank you guys for supporting me and liking my stuff. ❤️

#stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x imagine #steve harrington x reader

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2612-1802 · 4 years ago

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A little lost

Hi! Can you write a scenarios if you have time were the reader is on a vacation to korea for the first time in her life and got lost. It is really late at night, And she happen to bump with Changmin and ask him for direction. Then you bump to each other a few more times coz you always getting lost. This become a reason for the reader and changmin to be friends ti lovers. Btw she didn’t know DBSK, she’s only familiar to yoochun bcoz of kdramas. Can you feat. OT5? Thank youuu💕keep safe! -- Hi, sorry it took so long! Hope the story is worth the wait! Stay safe too!

“KOREA~” you sang as you picked up your luggage from the aisle. Dragging it along out the doors, you breathed in the air in Seoul for the first time. “Finally!” you whispered to yourself. A well-deserved holiday after your completing your research project. A long 2 years project, finally, time for some fun.

You dropped your bags off in the hotel and quickly ran out for some grubs. Seoul was just like the pictures you saw online. Full of bright lights and loud crowds, busy people, walking up and down the streets in a hurry. Typical city life.

First, the raw fish restaurant, then the pork bbq, then the spicy chicken feet, and now the desserts. You managed to get a lot more grubs than you expected around your hotel vicinity. Though feeling bloated, there was one more thing to do. The travelling ritual. The must-do for you as long as you stayed in a hotel. Eating instant noodles in the hotel room. Following the google map on your phone, you snaked around the buildings looking for a 24/7 store while constantly frowning in disappointment because it’s supposed to be just a 2mins walk.

“I think I’m starting to digest all those food now.” You grumbled to yourself, pressing harshly on your phone screen to find the convenience store. You rolled your eyes and looked around. There was no one in sight, but a man in his car. You plucked up the courage and walked towards the black car, hoping that he speaks English.

“Hi, sorry, excuse me. I’m looking for the convenience store. I’ve been walking around for half an hour but I still can’t find it. Google says there is one around here.” You smiled weakly at the masked man, showing the google map app on your phone.

“Oh, it’s just there. Walk down the street, you will see the main junction, it’s on your right when you reach the junction.” He told you coolly and you thanked him.

You strolled down the street, with a sense of relief. Finally, a clear direction to your instant food paradise. “Is this even worth this midnight walk..” you cussed at yourself and your weird travelling habits, skipping along till you reached the junction.

“Well, I’m here. Where is it?” You looked to your right, and then the left. There was no 7/11 in sight. “Damn it.” You shook your head in disbelief. You walked towards your right, thinking that it might be behind this building, but there was no 7/11 there too. Desperate, you just kept on walking till you hear a car honk at you.

“Hey, you’ve drifted too far off, it’s not this junction. The junction with the green building.” The same man you directed you pointed it to you again.

“I went, but I didn’t find any 7/11.” You sighed.

“It’s there. Maybe you didn’t spot it. I just went there to get sweets yesterday.” He waved the leftover sweets in your face.

“Alright, thank you. I’ll go over again.” You waved goodbye as he drove off.

Walking back to the junction, you looked at the green building. You see nothing. “Is this even the correct green building?” You thought to yourself. Checking your phone again, you see that you’re in the correct place. But there is no 7/11, no nothing. This was not a good continuum of that awesome feeling about Korea you felt this afternoon.

You walked around, looking for another green building but there were no other green buildings. Groaning, you turned around the corner and you saw the man again. You immediately scurried off, hoping that he doesn’t spot you. “Damn, if I see him again, he’s going to think I’m stalking him!” You whispered to yourself.

Trying again, walking the same directions he showed you, you came back to the same spot, but a little more different this time. Instead of just feel lost, you felt stupid too. “Where is this store?!” your eyebrows knitted in anger, almost touching each other for the first time since your birth.

“Ohh, this is awkward.” You murmured under your breath, as you recognized the man standing in front of you.

“Lady, this is the 5th time I’m seeing you.” The man shook his head, laughing at you. “The store sign is brighter than your future, you can’t miss it when you pass it.” He pointed you to the same direction he did the past few times, laughing uncontrollably. “You are worse than Yunho Hyung. Come, I’ll bring you.” He took his jacket with him and walked infront of you.

You hung your head in embarrassment as you followed behind. Surely enough, it was just right there. “Oh, the 3rd floor.” You sighed after hearing his teehees. “Isn’t the sign bright?” the man pointed at the neon board as he opened the door for you.

Excited, you went straight into the ramen aisle to pick out your cup noodles.

“Hmm, isn’t that too much calories at night, young lady?” The man asked as he picked out his own cup ramen.

“Well, I’m not having all of them tonight sir. Just one.” You paused “Or maybe two.” You giggled at the thought of finally getting cup noodles.

“You can call me ChangMin.” He chuckled. “One or two? Like how you did one or two or more rounds around the block?” ChangMin side-eyed you as he paid for his supper.

“Well I didn’t mean to, I mean I was. Well, I’m not from around here.” You stuttered. “I was lost okay.” You frowned making your noodles. “But hang on, if I am walking in circles, and I keep bumping into you... Then why were you driving in circles?” You asked him, finally piecing things together.

“It’s late.” ChangMin replied as he slurped his shin ramen. “It’s dangerous for a lady to walk on the streets this late at night. And you’re a foreigner. It’s dangerous plus dangerous. Double danger. I was just worried you cannot find your way.” He looked up, chewing the noodles in his chipmunk cheeks.

“Oh.” You lifted your eyebrows. “Thank you though. Appreciate it. I was getting kind of scared around here.” You drank some soup from the cup.

“So, you’re not from around here you say?” ChangMin looked up at you again, but this time you noticed how round his eyes are. “Did you come Korea because you like kpop? Do you like kpop?” ChangMin questioned.

You gave an awkward smile. “Erm, I’m not really into kpop. Just watched some dramas. Started with youtube clips, then I really liked this actor, so I’ve been following his dramas.”

“Ohh, not into kpop uh.” You saw him frown slightly, before carefully replying him.

“Yeah, I’m too busy to go after boybands. Working working working.” You let out a pathetic laugh. The whole point of this holiday was to revaluate your career decisions. To venture out into something you want or just continue to have a stable life with a stable income from a job you hate.

“Woah, sounds like you hate your job.” ChangMin poked into his noodles cup. “So who’s this lucky actor?”

“Don’t really hate it. Just kind of regretting it.” You shrugged your shoulders and Changmin nodded. “Park Yoo Chun. The first one I watched was Rooftop Prince. He was so funny in that.”

ChangMin choked hard at that comment. Shocked, you immediately offered him your drink as he coughing really harshly the moment you mentioned Park YooChun.

“Are you okay?” You panicked as you rummaged through your bag for tissues but he wouldn’t stop coughing.

“I’m okay, Yoochun hyung, yes. He’s a lady killer.” ChangMin cleared his throat forcefully as he patted his chest repeatedly. “Ugh, I think I saw my life flashed in front of my eyes.” You heard him whisper to himself.

You guys chatted for a while before he sent you back to the hotel. One fun night turned into a few more till you reached the end of your 2-weeks holiday in Korea.

“Hey, thanks for the ride. This trip was a lot more fun because of you. ” You thanked ChangMin as you took your luggage from him.

“Yeah, it was fun for me too.” Changmin replied, avoiding eye contact. “This is kind of early, but.” You breathed in deeply, not sure if he is thinking what you’re thinking.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You thought loudly in your head. It’s been sometime since a guy gave you butterflies.

“When will your next holiday be?” ChangMin asked and you let out a soft “What?”

“Umm, I don’t know. Maybe in 1 years’ time or 2?” You answered, disappointed.

“That’s a long time.” ChangMin scratched his head. “How about in 1 or 2 months’ time instead? But we can go together this time around.”

You became speechless and your eyes enlarged at the suggestion.

“If you want to of course. I mean.. Umm.” ChangMin’s rounded eyes started darting around and started looking at his shoes.

“1 or 2 months’ time is a little to early to ask for vacation again from work. How about in 4 months’ time?” You proposed, trying to contain your happiness with your pokerface.

“Sounds good. Where do you want to go?” ChangMin brightened up, it makes your heart skip a few beats that the idea of hanging out more perks him up so much.

“How about I tell you later? Got a plane to catch.” You waved your ticket at him and gave him a goodbye hug hurriedly.

“Alright, just don’t ghost me!” You hear ChangMin shouted behind you as you walked through the gates.

“See you soon, hopefully where you live.” Your phone chimed with a second last message before your flight.

“I’ll be free on the weekends if you want to come visit.” You responded with a winky emoji.

“That’s a date babe.”

“BABE! HE CALLED ME BABE!” you screamed so loudly inside your head you swear the lady beside you heard it.

“Babe?! Babe? Isn’t it too early to use babe? You need to put out the lure then fish her in. You’re giving everything out in the beginning. That was not the 101 we taught you about wooing girls Minne.” Yoochun smacked Changmin in the head.

“If he ever follows whatever we said, he’ll be married by now.” Yunho whispered in ChangMin’s ears from the back.

“Just how many of you are here?” ChangMin turned around and started counting the masked men with caps in the airport at midnight.

“We can GHOST you if you want. Since we are not BABE.” Jaejoong finger quoted as Junsu chortled behind with his hands in his pocket.

“I hate you guys.” ChangMin rolled his eyes.

“Okay, BABE.” the four men responded in unison, fist bumping each other as they walked towards the carpark.

#changmin scenarios #dbsk scenarios #changmin oneshot #changmin #changmin fanfic #tvxq scenarios

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trashinaglass-archive · 6 years ago

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Little Bug

Harry and y/n get pregnant at a young age

Request: Hello! Can you possibly write a Harry imagine where him and the reader have been dating for many years and he gets her pregnant by accident and they kinda freak out cause they are only 20, so they have to tell Harry’s family (cause the reader isn’t close with hers) and at first they are disappointed but of course are supportive. Also maybe a flash forward to when the baby is there and everyone spoiling it! Thank youuu

A/n: Not gonna lie, when I first read this I thought you meant Harry Styles, and I was like why would his family be disappointed cause he’s like 25? But I get it now, I gotcha. Harry Holland boy, he we go.

Four years.

If someone asked you, that was a pretty long time to be with one person. Sure, it was nothing compared to adults who had been married for thirty plus years, but as a young kid, it was a big deal to you.

You couldn’t hold back your squeal of excitement as the doorbell rang, running to the door.

“Hey,” Harry laughed as you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Happy four years,” you smiled at him.

“And happy anniversary,” he replied, a smile masking your own as he placed a kiss to your lips. “Let’s get out of here.”

. . .

You held Harry’s hand in yours as you walked into the movie theater, moving to stand in the concessions line. The smell of the popcorn hit you hard, an instant wave of nausea rolling through your body. Your jaw clinched as you felt the uneasy feeling in your stomach increase.

“‘Scuse me,” you said quickly as you ran to the bathroom, anything that was in your stomach making an appearance in the toilet. You leaned your head onto your hands as you sat back, lightheaded and drained of all energy you had earlier.

“Y/n?” You heard an unfamiliar voice ask, a gentle hand touching your back. “You’re boyfriend asked me to check on you. Are you alright?”

“I don’t know,” you said softly, thinking about what just happened as the nausea began to fade. “It was like the smell of the popcorn made me sick.”

“I don’t mean to pry or be rude,” the lady began. “But have you two had sex recently?” Your heart stopped at the suggestion, understanding what she was hinting at. “When I was pregnant, certain smells made me sick too.”

“I can’t be,” you whispered, tears beginning to well in your eyes.

“I would check,” she suggested gently before rummaging through her purse. “Here’s some gum. Do you need help with anything?”

You shook your head as you chewed the gum, welcoming the minty taste. You tried to process the idea of you possibly being pregnant, it was crazy.

You eventually stood up, making your way outside where you found a very concerned boyfriend.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He asked as he saw you.

“The popcorn smell is making me sick,” you told him. “Can you take me to a shop and then we can hang at your place?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Are you okay?”

“As soon as I’m out of here, I’ll be fine,” you told him, nodding your head.

He nodded back, taking your hand and leaving the theater. He stopped at a drugstore, unbuckling his seat belt about the get out. “Can you wait in here while I go in? Please?” You requested.

“Why?” He asked confused.

“Just- please,” you pleaded. He let out a breath, closing his door and watched as you went in the store by yourself. You bought three pregnancy tests along with some ginger ale and candies to cover what you actually bought, asking the cashier to double bag it. You sat back in the car, “ready?” You smiled softly, Harry reciprocating before driving back to his home.

. . .

“What happened?” Dominic asked as you two walked through the door. “Surely the movie isn’t over yet.”

“Yeah, um,” Harry began looking at you unsure if he was suppose to tell them or not. You shrugged motioning that you didn’t care. “Y/n fell sick at the theater so we’re just going to hang here.”

“You alright, darling?” Nikki asked you. You nodded, not really wanting to say anything. “If you need anything, let me know.” She smiled at you, and you felt a little better knowing she cared.

“Yes ma’am,” you replied softly before making your way upstairs, going straight to the bathroom.

“Sick again?” Harry asked as you closed the door.

“Maybe? I don’t know,” you told him. “It might just be another wave of nausea. I’ll meet you in your room when I’m done.” You listened for him to walk away before opening anything.

“Okay. Call if you need anything.”

“Yeah,” you replied quietly, hearing his footsteps walk away, opening a door, and the springs of his bed as he sat on it. You opened the boxes as quickly and quietly as you could, peeing on them and waiting the three minutes. It felt like literal hell waiting for that long. After the time passed, you looked at the tests.

Six bold pink lines.

Three positive tests.

You closed your eyes as you sank to the floor, your head resting on your knees as you tried not to freak out. Tears began to well in your eyes, spilling over the edge as you couldn’t hold them back. You looked up as the bathroom door opened.

“Oh! Sorry! Um,” Paddy stumbled before he realized something wasn’t right, running to Harry’s room to get him. Your eyes squeezed tighter as you heard him approach you.

“Hey- what’s wrong, love?” Harry asked as he crouched in front of you, hands holding the sides of your face, brushing the tears from your eyes.

“Could it be these?” Paddy asked as he noticed the tests on the sink counter. You could hear the uncertainty in his voice- he didn’t know where you stood emotionally and didn’t want to hurt you more than you already looked.

Harry stood up looking at the tests as he took one in his hand, studying it over. “You just took these?” He asked for clarification. You only nodded in response. He sighed, rubbing over his eyes as he tried to process this information. In nine short months, he was going to be a dad.

“Are you going to leave me now?” You asked him, fear obvious in your voice. He looked at you, tears in his own eyes as he reached his hands out to you. He pulled you to your feet, wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m with you for the long run, baby doll,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head. Hearing his words, you squeezed him tighter, tears rolling out of your eyes faster. You hadn’t mentioned it, but you knew what would happen when you got home. Your parents weren’t the best, and they weren’t going to have a pregnant girl or her kid in their house. You needed him more than he knew.

“Do we tell them now?” He asked you after you both calmed down, knowing both of your parents needed to know. You nodded, unsure of what else you would do with the new information. Harry guided you downstairs, a hand on your back as you wiped your face, hoping you didn’t look too messed up. Your nerves shot through the roof as you saw the two parents come into view. “Mum? Dad?”

“What’s wrong?” Nikki asked as she saw your faces, probably looking utterly terrified.

“Um,” Harry started, unsure how to say it. He gestured for you to sit on the chair across from his parents, leaning against the armrest beside you. “You know y/n was sick, and I thought it was just a bug or something, but it’s not a bug. Definitely not a bug. Unless you think it’s cute to call it a bug,” he began to ramble, but you interrupted him.

“I’m pregnant,” you said softly. Nikki and Dom’s eye widened at your admission.

“Yeah,” Harry said.

“You’re sure?” Nikki asked, needing the clarification.

“I have three bold yes’s in the bathroom. It’s no sonogram, but what are the chances that three tests will show up that bold falsely?”

“Not much,” Nikki nodded, letting out a sigh. “First thing tomorrow, you need to make an appointment with your doctor.” You nodded your head, showing you understand.

“So you guys aren’t mad?” Harry asked nervously.

“We’re certainly not happy about it, but the deed is done. Another life is involved, and the best we can do is make sure it gets the best care possible,” Dom nodded.

“Have you mentioned it to your parents yet?” Nikki asked, still fixated on you.

“No. I just found out literally, what, fifteen minutes ago?”

“Are they going to be okay with it?” She asked carefully, knowing the troubles you’d been through with them. You shook your head, not looking her in the eye.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they kick me out,” you shrugged, Harry’s hand reaching out to rub your back.

“Well if that happens, you pack your stuff and come here. We’ll take care of you,” Dom assured you.

“Thank you,” you replied with a small smile.

. . .

Like you predicted, after telling your parents of the pregnancy, they kicked you out. Wishing you good luck with the future, they no longer wanted to be apart of it. But that’s okay- the Holland family were the perfect replacement. The place where you and your baby belonged.

The baby arrived after the months passed, a little boy named Tristan Robert Holland. He was born a few weeks early, but he was the most perfect being you had ever laid eyes on. The trials and pain were worth going through to be able to hold your gorgeous boy in your arms.

“Look at that precious bug,” you said in a higher pitched voice, leaning over to planting kisses all over Tristan’s face. He squealed out a laugh. A perfect laugh you’d come to obsess over.

“And wouldn’t he be more precious with this amazing Spider-Man onesie?” Tom asked as he appeared with said onesie. You couldn’t hold back the laugh as Harry let out a scoff. “What? He’s my nephew. I can spoil him with Spider-Man goodies if I want to.”

“I don’t really care what onesie he wears, but look at this bear I found,” Sam chimed in, holding up a teddy bear that was holding onto a golf club. “Definitely going to be on my team.”

“Whatever, mate. He’s my son- of course he’ll want to be on my team,” Harry fought back causing a bicker over whose golf team the baby would be on.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you listened to them looking down at Tristan with a smile on your face. “You’re more well behaved than all of them, aren’t you?” You cooed, Tristan laughing back. “You are!”

“Shut up, y/n,” Harry laughed, sitting next to you. “It’s called living with siblings.”

“Which he won’t have for a long, long time,” you said, the little boy laughing with no idea what you were talking about.

“I don’t know, I think we could do that again,” he joked as he took Tristan in his arms, the baby bouncing on his lap. “I’ll carry the baby this time.”

“Will you?” You laughed, Harry nodding his head yes. “We can probably arrange that then.”

“You guys are fucking weird,” Paddy commented as he walked past you to the kitchen, making you and Harry laugh. You shrugged, it wasn’t exactly untrue.

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kaibacorpintern · 6 years ago

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@emblematik requested “yuugi + datebook” and i was like “hm interesting” and then a few minutes later i was like “oh shit... IDEA.”

no joke: i wrote 90% of this on my phone. i just checked the word count and it’s 2000 words. lol. casual rivalshipping, but it’s not about that. post-DM. enjoy the feels x

MONDAY, 8:26 AM

Yuugi sat cross-legged in the soft, shallow cradle of his bed, half-asleep, phone in his hands. Anzu was on the other end of the video call, wandering through the New York apartment she shared with four other girls.

“ -- so they come bursting out of the egg, and that's just how the show starts. It gets loonier from there. But it means every week, she has to make another big-ass papier-mâché egg for her guest performer, and this week, that’s me. Hey Tiff, love the space buns,” Anzu said, turning to someone out-of-sight, and Yuugi heard a voice call back, in a cheerful sing-song, thaaank youuu!

“So you're helping her make the egg?” Yuugi said.

“Yeah, she calls it 'laying the egg.’ Performance artists are so weird,” she said, as Yuugi grinned with delight. “Anyway, gotta run. Can you do next Sunday?”

“Let me see,” Yuugi said, leaning over to swipe his weathered datebook off his night stand, the pages dogeared with almost a year's worth of use. A blank datebook he'd filled out from June to June with every notable hour of his life, using a pen he kept tucked in the binding. He'd spilled water on it a few months ago and the pages had crinkled as they dried. Now it refused to sit flat, with gaps that rippled between the pages.

He held the phone in one hand and flipped clumsily through the datebook with the other, spreading it open on his thigh. After that Sunday, there was one blank week left in the datebook. “Nope, I'm booked. Let's just do Monday again.”

“Works for me,” Anzu said. “Love ya! Bye!”

“Love you too, have fun laying your egg,” Yuugi said, and she flashed him an exasperated grin. The screen went black, and a dreamy silence descended on Yuugi’s bedroom once more. Yuugi flopped back down into bed with a contented sigh, tossing the phone onto the nightstand. He held the datebook over his head, his week carefully penned in. Class, his shifts at the game shop, and on Tuesday, he was seeing…

TUESDAY, 6:37 PM

“Fuck,” Jounouchi said, staring in bafflement at the cards lying face up on the playmat between them. They sat at a long, wooden table on the airy patio of a cafe, with vines flowing thick along the walls, the cards illuminated in the soft, inviting light of the lanterns strung across the space. “How did you win? When did you win?”

“A few turns ago,” Yuugi confessed, idly churning the ice of his Italian soda with his straw. “But you had me on the ropes for a while there. If you played your Time Wizard combo a turn earlier, I would've lost.”

“Damnit! I knew it,” Jounouchi said, thumping his fist firmly on the table. “I keep forcing myself to wait. I just don't wanna blow it again, like Nationals.”

“I think your nerves are making you doubt yourself,” Yuugi said. “Your instincts are strong. Just listen to them, and you'll do fine.”

Jounouchi, gathering up his cards from the playmat, glanced up at him, the lantern light giving his faint blush a rosy glow.

“See, how the heck am I supposed to attack you when you say things like that?” he said. “Maybe I should get a practice duel with someone who actually pisses me off. Hey, ask your pal if he'll duel me.”

“My pal? Is that what he is?” Yuugi said, lifting an eyebrow as he reached for his phone; then he changed course, tucking his hand into the messenger bag at his feet and ferreting out his datebook. He checked the date. “I'm seeing him tomorrow, actually. I'll just ask.”

“Perfect. How's your Sunday looking? Honda said he’ll have my Duel Disk fixed by then.”

“I have plans already,” Yuugi said, dropping the datebook back into his bag and leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, okay, Mr. Popular. Don't forget I leave for the tournament Friday after next. That's in your book, right?” Jou said, and Yuugi hummed in reply. Mm-hmm. Then Jou leaned forward, resting both elbows on the table and his chin atop his hands, fixing Yuugi with a roguish look. “Who is Kaiba, if not your pal?”

Now Yuugi couldn't help but blush, his skin warmer than the summer air. “Uh, he's…”

WEDNESDAY, 9:57 PM

Sitting next to Yuugi on the couch, one bent leg tucked underneath him and one arm slung over the back. Studying the screen of Yuugi's laptop as Yuugi scrolled through the lines of code he'd abandoned, several days earlier, at dawn, surrendering to the frustration of a long and fruitless all-nighter. Lucky for him, Kaiba liked nothing so much as telling people they were wrong, why they were wrong, and how to stop being wrong.

Kaiba leaned closer, frowning intently, his force of presence buffeting Yuugi like a wave. A good wave, dense and heady, fragrant with his cologne. He had many, many things to say about object-oriented programming, all of which Yuugi had listened to very carefully, and none of which he'd actually heard.

“I found your problem,” Kaiba declared.

“Thank God, this assignment is driving me nuts,” Yuugi said, sighing with relief. “What is it?”

In response, Kaiba reached out and shut the laptop with a firm whap. “You’re distracted.”

“I am not,” Yuugi said.

“Tell me what I just said about using global variables.”

Yuugi bit his lip, scrambling through the last five, ten, fifteen minutes for whatever Kaiba had said about global variables, and found… nothing, except a keen awareness of the way Kaiba was staring at him now, leaning his cheek against his loosely curled hand, a wry smile tugging on his lips.

“Uh,” Yuugi said after a moment, realizing he’d fallen neatly into the usual trap. “Don't?”

Kaiba snorted. “When is this due?”

Yuugi leaned forward, momentarily escaping the weightless swell of feeling in his chest, and plucked his datebook off the coffee table from where it lay beside his textbooks. “In a week.”

“Alright. I have a few hours on Sunday or Tuesday. When would you like to waste my time next?” Kaiba said, with a sort of laid-back disdain.

“I think I’ll squander your Tuesday,” Yuugi said, tugging the pen free, scribbling a note. He set both laptop and datebook on the coffee table and settled back, deeply, breathlessly aware of Kaiba's gaze on him, tracing lines of fire up and down his body.

“So,” Kaiba said, a low, teasing growl, his mouth inches from Yuugi's ear. “What is so distracting to you?”

“Nothing,” Yuugi said, smiling, about to vibrate out of himself with impatience. “You have my full attention.”

“Good,” Kaiba said, and the next thing Yuugi knew he was swept up in a dark rush of warmth, Kaiba pressing a kiss like a hot, wet star to the curve of his neck. He fumbled blindly with one arm, catching Kaiba by the back of his head, pulling him down as he twisted and fell backwards along the couch.

He huffed, a wordless plea for mercy, as Kaiba mouthed along the shell of his ear, making scandalous suggestions with his tongue, clearly enjoying himself.

“Problem solved,” he said smugly, and Yuugi groaned, laughing.

FRIDAY, 4:13 PM

A gentle chime broke through the cool, quiet air of the game shop. Yuugi, wandering the shelves with his scanner, conducting inventory, pulled his phone out of his back pocket.

RYOU: finished writing my new campaign!! want in?

YUUGI: duh

what days are u thinking?

RYOU: sundays? that's when everyone else is free

YUUGI: i can do sundays, but not this sunday

RYOU: not a problem. we can start next week. any plans?

The question turned over in his chest like a stone, a tremendous weight, heavy and slow and dull. Yuugi stood motionless, staring down at his phone, the scanner dangling in his limp hand and the silence of the store falling over him like a shroud.

But he shook it off. Ryou had given him the idea.

YUUGI: I’m going to the park with my datebook, you know the one

RYOU: oh

please send him my best

YUUGI: i will!

is this the space campaign you were telling me about?

Pulling out of the subject like pulling a boot out of the mud, with staggering release. Yuugi resumed his task of taking inventory, stopping every so often to answer Ryou's excited texts about Eldritch horrors and homebrew campaigns.

That night, he lay in bed and discovered the stone was still there, cradled in his straining ribs. So he opened the skylight in his bedroom, inviting the summer night to flow in. It sprawled open above him, hot and dark and flecked with stars, vibrating with the hum of cicadas hidden in the trees. The summer spinning its promise into a refrain. Every new day, each blank page of his datebook, beckoning him forward.

SUNDAY, 11:00 AM

Yuugi awoke to a bright, beautiful June morning, sliding his feet into the secret pockets of cool still tucked away between the sheets. The skylight in his room revealed a clear, hot sky.

He flew through the rest of the morning, as light and taut as a kite, unburdened by exhaustion or idleness. On a whim, he opened his laptop, giving a quick eye to his assignment; Kaiba wouldn't bring up global variables for no reason… and the solution presented itself, like a closed fist turning over to reveal the prize in its palm.

He didn’t cancel on Kaiba. They’d waste time some other way.

Buoyant, he left the house, with his datebook and a lighter in his bag. There were two stops to make before the park: first, a cafe, for an iced coffee, and second, the neighborhood bookstore, where he bought a brand-new blank datebook.

Then he began the long, pleasant walk down to the park, his phone on silent. The whole of Domino was cast in a drowsy summer light so smooth and liquid he wanted to cup it in his hands and drink it, to feel it run sweet and pure through his veins. Neither his mind nor his route wandered from their destination: the plank bridge in the park.

It sat in an isolated corner of the park, a leafy, overgrown grotto dappled with sunlight. The long pond slowed to a mirrored stillness here, cooled by the shade of the trees. Insects hummed in the foliage. As Yuugi stepped onto the plank bridge, the hollow thunk of his foot sent some small, shy creature plunging for safety into the water, leaving only ripples behind.

He knelt on the plank bridge and opened the old datebook, taking a moment to transfer the last remains of his schedule into the first week of the new datebook. His class schedule, his work schedule, his weekly call with Anzu, Joe's tournament dates, the new campaign. All of it carefully penned in.

Then he leaned over the edge of the plank bridge, seeing his reflection on the surface of the water. It was harder with mirrors: they were too crisp, too defined. They showed him nothing but his own face. But if he unfocused his eyes a bit, if he took a deep breath and snapped the last piece into place and made a wish, the face on the water wavered. Just enough to believe.

“I miss you,” he said, to the water. “I miss you every day. I still feel you… gone, here.”

He made a fist, motioning to the center of his chest. An absence with weight; a nothing and a something all at the same time. The kind of puzzle Atem would love.

There was nothing else to add. He’d said most of it already, last year and the year before. They would see each other again, some day, and he had long since understood that he was not meant to wait and he was not meant to run. He was meant to stay right here, in the heart of his own life, and feel it beating.

Yuugi readjusted, sitting cross-legged on the bridge. He flipped through the datebook, going backwards to the beginning. The memories burst open inside him, as raw and fresh as a ripe fruit, swollen with color and feeling. Deadlines for that art history class. Flying out for Anzu’s solo show in December. His first date with Kaiba, sometime in March, although neither of them realized it was a date until the morning after. CHAMPIONSHIP!!, on a weekend in September, when Jou had swept the Pan-Pacific. The pages were as crisp and dry as autumn leaves; they'd burn well.

He turned to the first page.

“Here’s what you missed,” Yuugi said, and began to read.

#intern memo #emblematik #/#//#///#fanfiction #can you tell i'm desperate for summer to arrive

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withasideofeggsy · 7 years ago

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Promises :: Park Jimin :: 2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word count: 3.1K

Warning: ANGST, a little bit of self loathing, coarse language

I guess being emotionally drained helps with one’s sleep. I ended up sleeping way past noon.

I rub the fatigue out of my eyes to glance at the red digital numbers on the bedside, 1:21 PM. Great, I wasted most of my day already. When I said ‘great’ I wasn’t being sarcastic. The quicker the day spends away without my contribution sounds ideal. I can’t wait to start school again, keep me so busy I don’t even have time to mope over myself let alone Jimin.

I realize that I come off as pathetic. I realize that my life shouldn’t revolve around Jimin. But how could I change so quickly when all I knew was that he was the centre of my universe. We rarely argued over anything, we always worked together to figure out any complications if we had any, and the complications were close to none, we were just in synch. Maybe that’s why he got bored.

Groaning I roll over to fetch my discarded phone near my feet. Holding onto the power button I also hold my breath, awaiting the explosion of incoming messages and missed calls. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand again, when I noticed that I only had thirteen messages, three more than I had yesterday night. After sleeping for more than twelve hours I found the energy to at least check in with the messages. I open the messenger and realized that most of them were from Jungkook.

Kookie :D : Noona where are you?

Kookie :D : I’M SO WORRIED

Kookie :D : Hyung is an idiot but that doesn’t mean I need to suffer too :’(

Kookie :D : NOONAAAAA

Kookie :D : Hyung went out. So come back home.

Kookie :D : We can cuddle

It sounded tempting, I’ll be completely honest.

[Y/N]: Alright :)

Kookie :D : Tell me where you are. I’ll pick you up and we can get brunch.

[Y/N]: Is it your treat?

Kookie :D : IF YOU INSIST

Kookie :D : Free food always makes people happy, so yeah FINE

Kookie :D : My Noona is abusing me D:

[Y/N]: I love youuu

[Y/N]: See you soon my bunny!

Jungkook arrives promptly with a duffle bag of essentials. I blink in awe at how thoughtful he suddenly was. It was surreal having the youngest taking care of me for a change.

“Thought you needed some things before we headed out for lunch,” he bashfully smiles rubbing at the back of his neck, “Sorry, I couldn’t find your sweaters so I just packed you one of mine.”

I smile shaking my head, “Thanks Kook, don’t worry about it!”

Gathering up the fresh change of clothes I rush into the bathroom to put them on. Sporting plain black skinny jeans and an oversized black hoodie I look into the mirror and I couldn’t help but notice the look of death I had. The puffiness in my eyes was a dead giveaway that I had been crying for hours. Brushing the thought aside I just hoped that there wont be pictures of me looking like this on the internet later. I shuffle back into the bedroom where Jungkook lay nonchalantly on the enormous bed playing with his phone.

Noticing that I was ready he jumps up from the bed enthusiastically and rummages through the duffle bag that he brought with him. He pulls out a white cap with rings and places it onto my head.

“I stole it from Yoongi hyung, I know how much you like wearing it,” Jungkook explains with a grin, “Hides the…y’know.”

Nodding I fix the cap perched on my head, “Thanks Kook. It’s weird that you are suddenly taking care of me. I really appreciate it, but it’s weird.”

He rolls his eyes, “Why? Is it bad that I want to take care of my noona?”

I shake my head with a small smile, “No of course not, I really like it. It’s just that it’s usually the other way around.”

Jungkook adverts his gaze up to the ceiling before kissing his teeth, “Well, you better get used to it. From now on I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he was. Holding up my hands in mock surrender, “Okay, oppa, whatever you say.”

His face immediately flushes a deep red and he pulls his lips into a bashful frown. Quickly clasping a hand over his face he turns around to make his way to the door. He stumbles over his feet as he does the same with his words, “J-Jeez, let’s just go…”

The café he takes me to was my favourite. I slide into my clear plastic chair as Jungkook slips into the one in front of me. He gives me a small bunny teeth smile before disappearing behind the menu. Copying his actions I do the same. I skim through the menu to see if I wanted to try something new, even though I know fully well that I’m going to order the same thing that I always got. Strawberry banana and chocolate chip waffles. Yeah…that sounded good.

I close the menu and place it back onto the table, wary of the utensils and my destructive clumsiness. I watch as Jungkook does the same. He takes a swig of water before speaking, “Have you decided what to get?”

I nod, “Yeah. The strawberry banana and choco chip waffles sounds good.”

Jungkook groans, “It sounds so good. I want that too but I need to watch what I eat for this comeback.”

I knit my brows together, “What! No, you don’t! Jeez, Jungkook. Don’t worry me about dieting again okay? My heart literally dropped to my ass when I saw that video of you rejecting those donuts. I want to see your cheeks chubby and full, not hallow and sickly, got it?”

He whines running his fingers through his hair, “But manager says-”

I see the waitress approaching us, “Hi are you ready to place your orders?”

Immediately I order, “Two orders of the strawberry banana and chocolate chip waffles. One with an extra waffle! Thank you!”

I flash Jungkook a bright grin as I collect his menu and pass it to the waitress who blinks in confusion. Nonetheless, she scribbles into her notepad and hastily returns to the kitchen, either in shock of my aggressiveness or seeing Jungkook in the flesh, not too sure. I wiggle my eyebrows at the younger male and he rolls his eyes but I didn’t miss the little tug of a smile.

“Remember how you always make healthy lunches for all of us and bring it to our dance studio?” Jungkook swishes the water in his cup as he smiles fondly at the memory, “And when…Jimin refuses to eat you would spoon feed him like a baby.”

I chuckle at that, “Yeah, I was always especially worried about him,” I look up at Jungkook and I force a reassuring smile, “Hey, but I’m sure his new girlfriend will take better care of him!”

He shakes his head, “I really doubt it. You made your school schedule around him and made sure that he was happy and healthy. You went over and beyond for him – and us.”

I shrug indifferently, “I guess not really, seeing that I failed to make him happy. And don’t you think I’m idiotic for doing all of that? Like…my life revolved around him,” I say as my voice got quieter out of embarrassment.

He furrows his eyebrows slamming his glass of water a little too harshly onto the table, “Hyung’s idiotic. Not you, never. If you were my girlfriend I would never let you go, you’re perfect.”

I couldn’t find the words to express how I felt about his sudden confession so I opted for incoherent stutters, “I-I…wow J-Jungkook…”

A faint pink dusts the bridge of his nose, “You don’t need to say anything…”

I nod dropping my chin into the palm of my hand as I advert my gaze away from him and towards the kitchen doors. As if on cue to save me from the awkwardness that is my life, the door swings open to the waitress expertly balancing a plate of fluffy waffles in each hand. She gently places the plates down before us, respectively with the plate of an extra waffle in front of Jungkook, “Enjoy!” she smiles warmly.

I slide my plate towards Jungkook, cocking my head towards his plate, “That’s mine Kook, I’m hungry.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as the frown on his lips deepens, but nonetheless he picks up his plate compliantly. I burst out laughing, waving my hand dismissively, “I’m just kidding!”

And just like that the awkward air blew over and out the door. Quite literally too, the chimes of the door fills the air indicating another customer’s arrival. I cut a piece of waffle and shove it into my mouth, the size a little too generous to be considered bite-sized. I groan rolling my eyes back as I chew on the warm sweet confection that almost shouldn’t be considered a breakfast item. A familiar giggle snaps me out of my euphoria. With half the waffle sticking out from my mouth I turn to look towards the door and there was Jimin. His eyes were shaped into little crescents as he laughs along with the shorter girl who was latched onto his arm. I cough, sending the waffle to fly out of my mouth and onto the table by Jungkook’s hand. He jolts and looks up at me with a dollop of whipped cream still on the corner of his lip. He glances at the discarded chunk of waffle and back to me stifling a laugh, “Did it taste that bad?”

I cock my head towards the door. Jungkook nonchalantly takes another bite before looking at the entrance. His eyes bug out of his head and he looks towards me with the same surprised expression that I had earlier, “Hyung’s here with his girlfriend!” he whisper yells and I reach across the table to smack him upside the head.

We both discretely glance towards the entrance between our fingers but the new couple was already gone.

“Thanks!”

We jolt out of our seats at the close proximity of the voice. I swallow thickly, slowly glancing towards the table beside us. I cup a hand over my face so I couldn’t see them and vice versa. But thanks to Jungkook’s open jaw and intensive staring Jimin turns towards our table.

“Oh, Jungkookie!” I could hear the joy in his voice, “And…Oh! (Y/N) you’re here too.”

I drop my hand and muster up a small smile, “Hey, Jimin…”

What was I doing here? Jeez we broke up yesterday and he already forgot that this is my favourite place. Also I’m a little hurt that he would’ve brought his new girlfriend here. It was our special little place that we visit every Sunday morning.

“Oppa…” a whine drawls out.

I turn my attention away from Jimin to look towards the girl sitting in front of him. Her gaze was steely and cold as she huffs, crossing her arms across her chest, “Oppa, I’m hungry can we order first before you talk to your friend?”

Friend.

I turn away before Jimin could do so first. He stampers over his words with a light chuckle, “Ah sorry Soo Young! I’m going to order what they got. Do you know what you want to eat?”

She clicks her tongue with a pout, “Oppa…that’s so high in calories! You need to watch what you eat!”

Hearing that the fire starts to churn deep in my stomach. My grip on my metal fork tightens considerably, I wouldn’t be surprised if it bent in half right about now.

Jimin sighs, running his fingers through his pink locks, “Ah…you’re right.”

“No.”

Oh shit. That came out so fast I couldn’t catch myself. Jungkook turned Jungshook for a moment and I slowly turn my attention to Jimin, “Sorry Jimin, but that’s just stupid.”

Soo Young sharply gasps and whines, “You’re so mean! I just want the best for oppa!”

I raise a brow at that, “You really think Jimin starving is the best for him? You are literally more dull than this butter knife.”

“(Y/N), that’s enough. You can’t talk to Soo Young like that,” Jimin evenly says, “Besides, you have no say in my life anymore.”

I bit back the urge to roll my eyes. I hold his dark gaze, “I thought we were still friends.”

Jimin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “We can’t be friends if you can’t respect the love of my life.”

“I don’t even want to be your friend if you can’t find the decency to even respect yourself,” I say indifferently, but on the inside the little pieces that Jungkook glued together this morning fell back to my feet in a million tiny pieces. Jungkook catches my gaze and flashes me a reassuring smile. I fork my fruit around my plate but I couldn’t get myself to eat with the deafening silence enveloping the four of us.

Jungkook clears his throat and reaches over the table to pat my head, “How about we get this packed up and we can take our time eating while playing some video games?”

I nod quietly as he flags down the waitress for the takeout containers and the bill. With everything packed up he cocks his head towards Jimin, “See you later at home,” at which Jimin nods indifferently, “And nice meeting you Soo Young.”

I hold my take out box tightly in my arms, “Bye Jimin-ssi and nice meeting you Soo Young.”

Jimin looks up from his menu with a face of utter confusion by the added honorific. I dip my head politely before grabbing Jungkook’s hand and dragging him out of the café at an impressive speed that caused the napkins on the tables to flutter. I only stop dragging the poor boy until we rounded the corner, disappearing from the café’s view.

“You know what, I never really liked that café anyways, let’s find a better one next time. And that could be our café,” Jungkook suggests with a bunny grin.

I smile nodding my head, “That sounds like a plan.”

“But for now let’s get home and finish off this mediocre waffle so that we can play some Overwatch.”

#bts #angst #bts angst #park jimin #jimin x reader #jimin angst #jimin imagine #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #bangtan boys #bts cheat

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Late Models // Byron Langley

Word Count- 1420

Summary- You, as a model, are forced to work with a surprise model, who happens to be MIA at the shoot.

Warnings; A few swears, maybe.

A/n; I finished this like yesterday, and forgot to post. Oops. Also, might not be the best, wasn’t sure how to write the fight. Also I had no idea what to name this. x

Requested; Yes, another two in one because I have so many Byron requests lately. I hope you both don’t mind, the requests were changed a bit to fit together. Enjoy!

req; I bloody love your byron imagines tbh you should do one where you guys meet unexpectedly in a park or in a photoshoot yeah that would be really cool💕 thank youuu❤️

req; Hiya, could you do a Byron imagine please, where him and the reader have a silly fight but it ends up all cute and fluffy? Thank you, love your writing!💞

“Alright, Y/N.” Your manager said, walking into the dressing room. “You'll have to start without him, the male model you'll be working with is running late, so the photographer said we'll start with individuals.” She said, flipping through a page on her clipboard. “Follow me.”

You were a model, and a good one at that. You started out on a small campaign.. Or so you thought. Turns out, the line you were modelling for was a huge success, and that designer had asked you model for their newest line’s fashion show. Of course, you accepted, seeing as your time together, you’d become good friends with the designer. Ever since then, you’d been her go-to model, (for anything, really), and she hooked you up with a good manager. A few months later, you were known by many people across the world for the many jobs she’d set you up with.

So you did, you followed her through the halls until you reached the area where the lighting was all set and ready to go. “Okay, Y/N. Awesome, you’re here. I’ll have you stand right here if that’s okay, and we just want to see some natural poses. This is all about you, do what feels right.” The photographer instructed, and you nodded. You stepped where told, and flashed the camera a shy smile. You could see your manager out of the corner of your eye smiling proudly.

After a few more shots, and a very happy photographer, you jumped when the door slammed open. “Sorry we’re late!” A man ran in, and by his attire, you assumed he was your partner’s manager. Still, your to-be-revealed partner was MIA. You sighed, your manager had been talking up this model you were to pose with for a magazine cover, but you had no idea who it was, and by the looks of it, he wasn’t as good as your manager had made him out to be.

Finally, someone was rushed in, followed by the costume manager and a few other assistants who’d been running around the set. When you laid eyes on him, your heart began to race. Wow. He was hot. Not just model hot, you had worked with many other male models over the years, and they’d been decently hot, but this was different, No, he was really hot, and he was your partner. The moment you and his eyes met, it was as if time stopped. By the look on his face, he felt the same.

You didn’t have time for introductions or to enjoy the moment, because the photographer and managers were pushing you two together, rushing you into positions. You didn’t even know this guy’s name, but you didn’t care at this point. You were just appreciating the time and small space between the two of you. You did as instructed, some of the shots called for him to give you a piggyback, to which he lifted you with ease, and you wouldn’t tell anyone, but the smile on your face was genuine. You didn’t even know his name, and you already cool feel how much you enjoyed the company.

That was, until break. After catching up on the shots, the photographer brought in a few other models that were there and let the two of you have a bit of a break, before returning for some final shots and then Byron’s solo photoshoot. “You’re not half bad for someone who’s late.” You said, as you two were sitting down in another room and were out of the way. “Shut up.” He grumbled, his attitude taking you by surprise. “I was just kidding, relax.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Whatever.” He mumbled, looking away.

“So, do I get to know your name?” You asked, trying to ease the now heavy tension. You were hoping he was just embarrassed he was so late, and he wasn’t actually as bitchy as he was coming across as. “Byron Langley.” He said, simply. At least you could put a name to his face. Now that you looked at him and analysed him a bit more, you realized the name suited him. “Well, my name is Y/N L/N. I know you were dying to know.” You said, throwing your hair over your shoulder smoothly.

“Mhm.” Byron hummed, pulling out his phone. “Rude.” You muttered, annoyed. So much for the positive thought that he wasn’t bitchy. “Excuse me?” He asked, eyebrows raised towards you. “Oh, nothing.” You said, a very clearly forced smile present on your delicate features. “You don’t know me.” Byron said, a dangerous, warning tone laced in his words. “Doesn’t mean I can’t decipher a rude person when I see one.” You retorted, looking away from him.

“I’m not rude.” He defended, slightly tensing as you continued. “Well I suppose you’re right, but your actions were quite rude.” You said, pretending to ponder it. “Do you ever shut up?” Byron asked, now very obviously annoyed. “Not when teasing you is so much more fun than being quiet.” You smiled. The banter between you shot back and forth for another solid 5 minutes.

You checked your phone for the time, standing up. “Now where are you going, princess?” He asked, smartly. You nearly laughed at how clueless he was. “I mean, I’m going back to set, it’s been 10 minutes, our break is up. That is, unless you want to be late again?” You asked, whipping around on your heel, so your hair spun with you, and strut out the door.

You heard Byron curse silently, or, attempted silently. He jumped up, his feet pattering against the floor as he ran after you. You laughed as you entered the main room. “Where’s Byron?” The photographer asked, slightly annoyed. “He’s coming.” You said, smiling and taking your place. Byron ran in less than 2 minutes later, apologizing to the photographer and starting to tell how he had to go to the bathroom, but the photographer held up a hand. “It’s fine, Y/N told us you’d be a minute. You’re lucky she did, too. Late twice, not looking to good for you.” He said, clapping Byron on the back and instructing his position.

This left Byron a bit confused, but he listened to the instructions. Why would you cover for him? A few minutes ago, you were bickering back and forth about him being rude. Maybe he rushed to conclusions about you. You were more than just an annoying partner, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a spark when your eyes met for the first time. It was undeniable that you were attractive, but Byron knew better than to get his hopes up, especially with models. It never worked.

That was his one rule, but for some reason, with you, it slipped his mind completely. He felt drawn to you, and the banter you shared earlier, now that he thought about, went so smoothly for two people who barely knew each other’s names. Byron was usually a bit of a shy guy as well, but his walls were down completely when it came to you. He didn’t know why, but he knew he wanted, no, he had to get to know you better.

As the photoshoot came to a close, you packed up your stuff, and were following your manager out the door. “Y/N!” Byron called, running over. You gestured for your manager to go on without you, and she nodded as she obeyed, “Just don’t take too long.” She said, and left. “What can I do for you, pretty boy?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “I think I was fast to judge you, earlier. Here’s my number. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to make it up to you.” He said, handing you a slip of paper, and surprising himself with the sudden boost of confidence, but he wasn’t going to question it now.

“Sure. Here’s mine.” You said, grabbing a small paper and pen out of your bag and scribbling your number on it. You handed it to Byron, pulling back when he reached for it. He sent you a confused look, and you chuckled. “If you’re late, I’m deleting your number from my phone.” You teased, and he sighed. “Never letting that go, are you?” He asked, finally taking the slip out of your hand, once you allowed it. “Not a chance, Langley.” Little did you know, Byron secretly loved it, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

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